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Married Women Were Off Limits, Ch 2
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https://www.literotica.com/s/married-women-were-off-limits-ch-2
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Fetish
|
Karen and Miranda's dresses slipped up to reveal more of their thighs to Mike and each other. Karen had also managed to dangle her one heel precariously without the bumpiness of the car ride knocking it completely off. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off Karen's legs and dangling heel.
There was definitely attraction between the two women already and, if Miranda was being honest with herself, she was the one being seduced by the married woman.
Mike felt like a king when he entered the banquet hall with a beautiful woman on each arm. Heads were definitely turning as they strolled in. It would have been no surprise if there were a lot of jealous men and women seeing two beautiful women on the arms of a well dressed man with a bulge in his pants large enough to satisfy both of them.
Mike, Karen and Miranda took their assigned seats with Karen sitting next to Miranda. The tables were beautifully arranged with linen tablecloths draping to the floor.
Mike was bummed out that he wouldn't be able to easily ogle Miranda and his wife's legs. Both women were happy with the arrangement and they wasted no time slipping out of their heels.
After a few drinks, Karen shifted in her chair and slid her warm nylon feet over to touch Miranda's. Miranda enjoyed the warmth of Karen's feet on her own. She locked eyes with Karen as she started to play footsie back with her.
When it came time to get up for dinner, Karen and Miranda had on mismatched pairs of heels. Because they wore the same size, each had on a blue heel and a black heel. Both women had their heels off and were playing footsie but paid no attention to which shoes they slipped back into. Mike knew the two women were up to no good and he was pleased.
Besides the color mismatch, no one else noticed this detail but Mike. Mike also noticed a damp spot on the back of his wife's dress. Whatever she was up to with Miranda was making her pussy leak.
During dinner, Mike noticed the ladies' chairs were pushed closer together and they were touching each other a lot. Under the table, Karen and Miranda's nylon legs were pressed into each other as the footsie got more intense.
After dinner, the dance started and, being Mike wasn't much of a dancer, Miranda and Karen danced together. To Mike's surprise, they even stayed up and danced closely to slow songs. Mike's cock was responding to the sight of his wife dancing pressed hard into Miranda. A quick scan of the room revealed that several people were closely watching the two women's sensual grind on full public display.
After a few more dances and drinks, the ladies excused themselves to the bathroom. No one else was in the bathroom, so Karen and Miranda slipped into the same stall. The flirting and teasing was over as Miranda pinned Karen against the door and they locked in a passionate kiss. Tongues were wrestling to taste each other.
Miranda reached up under Karen's dress and plunged three fingers in her sopping pussy. Miranda broke the silence when she said "you are so fucking hot Karen."
Karen responded with an orgasm on Miranda's fingers. Just then, another woman entered the bathroom. Miranda withdrew her fingers and lapped up Karen's pussy juices off them.
Miranda whispered "ask Mike if I can take you home."
Karen just nodded 'yes' as the two ladies quietly slipped out of the bathroom and back to the table.
Karen sat back down beside me and whispered in my ear "would you be OK with me spending the night at Miranda's?"
Knowing how much Karen had been missing another woman's touch, Mike replied "that's a great idea but you owe me big time when you get home. Do you want to leave now?"
Karen eagerly nodded 'yes' and the three of them made their exit.
As Mike drove, he could see his wife and Miranda in the backseat groping each other like horny teenagers. Mike's cock was hard as a rock at the sight in his rearview mirror.
When they arrived at Miranda's house, Miranda said to Mike "Are you sure you are OK with this, Mike?"
Mike replied "Karen needs this. I am glad this is happening. Please give her whatever she needs." Letting another woman take his wife, sexually, was nothing new to Mike and he knew Karen well enough to know she'd always come home to him.
Miranda leaned over the front seat and kissed Mike on the cheek as she thanked him for letting her take his wife. Karen followed up with a kiss and whispered "I owe you one honey."
As Mike drove off, the two ladies walked hand-in-hand to the lobby. By the time the elevator doors closed, Karen and Miranda were kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies. Neither woman could believe how fast things were going nor did they want to slow down or stop.
Miranda's apartment was on the 27th floor and she had one of Karen's nipples in her mouth around the 15th floor. Karen had Miranda's dressed hiked up, her panties pulled aside and two fingers buried in her wet cunt. They were so lost in each other, they didn't care if the elevator stopped, the doors opened and their forbidden lesbian tryst was on display for the whole world.
Karen slid Miranda's damp panties down her legs just before they reached the 27th floor. Miranda stepped out of her panties and the women, in their eagerness to make love to one another, just left her soiled panties on the elevator floor as they headed for Miranda's apartment.
Once inside Miranda's apartment, the women went directly to Miranda's bedroom. They helped each other out of their dresses and bras and moved into a 69 position on Miranda's four post bed; heels and nylons still on.
Miranda was shocked at the size of Karen's gaping cunt but it was just what she figured it would look like after being pounded for decades by a man with an enormous bulge like Mike had. Miranda happily drove her tongue into this married woman's cunt and loved the sweetness of her flowing juices.
Miranda's pussy was tight and Karen figured that it might be unlikely she'd be able to fist or foot fuck her any time soon. Karen lapped away at this sweet 27 year old's pussy hungrily. She loved the taste of a younger woman's pussy and she drew several squirting orgasms from her body.
After several orgasms from Miranda's talented tongue, Karen wanted desperately to be fisted by Miranda's slender hands. Karen pulled her mouth off Miranda's delicious pussy and asked "have you ever fisted another woman, Miranda?"
Miranda replied that she had not but had always wondered if it was just too painful to try. Karen encouraged Miranda to fist her pussy saying "it'll be easy to start with me. You don't have to be gentle. In fact, I love to be fisted roughly."
Karen was slightly surprised those words came out of her mouth with a young woman she had only met a couple of hours ago. She was so horny and desperate after so many months of not being with another woman, she couldn't stop herself if she wanted to.
Karen and Miranda adjusted their positions so that Miranda was kneeling between Karen's legs with perfect access to her gaping, wet pussy.
Karen said "I haven't been with a woman for so long and I hate to sound selfish but I need to be fucked hard and long. If you'll indulge me, I'll make it worth your while, Miranda."
Miranda was shocked at his coworker's wife boldness but replied "your wish is my command. I have to warn you that I might get too rough with you. Let me know if you want me to slow down."
Karen commanded "fuck me hard Miranda."
Miranda slid her whole hand easily into Karen's soaking cunt in one stroke. Karen had an orgasm immediately and Miranda starting fucking her pussy slowly with her hand. Karen grabbed Miranda's arm and pulled her hand deeper inside her body.
Miranda's slender arm was in way past her wrist in this slut housewife's cunt. She held still to feel Karen's contractions send her desperate married cunt into another orgasm.
Karen cried out "make a fist and fuck me hard. Use me hard. Break my cunt."
Miranda finally realized just how serious Karen was about taking it rough, so she decided she was going to hurt this housewife's cunt and make her beg for mercy. Miranda rolled her hand into a fist inside Karen's cunt and started to punch fuck her gaping hole.
Miranda stroked the inside of Karen's cunt hard but hadn't yet punched completely in and out of her. Karen grabbed Miranda's arm to rip it out and punch back in begging again "please, I'm begging you, fuck me harder Miranda."
Miranda started punching in as deep as she could go. Then she ripped her fist right out of Karen's cunt and punched it back in. As Miranda picked up her pace, her fist was hammering in and out Karen and Karen was having a series of orgasms. The wetter Karen's cunt got, the easier it was for Miranda to punch her fist in and out of her body.
In the heat of her insane passion, Karen managed to utter "other hand".
Miranda pulled her soaked fist out Karen's pussy and plowed her other, unlubricated hand right into Karen's body. Karen's pussy was so wet, it didn't matter. Miranda worked up her pace until it looked like she was working a heavy bag in a boxing gym. She was savagely punching in and out of Karen's body with alternating fists until a flood of orgasms caused Karen to black out from pleasure overload.
Neither Karen nor Miranda were anywhere near finished, so Miranda slowed her pace and slid her fists out to let Karen rest for a few moments before things got more intense.
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The Country Futa Witch Ch. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-country-futa-witch-ch-04
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Transgender
|
Mae stood at the bus stop holding her bags.
I can't believe that just happened, I never imagined I'd be doing that with a man...
. An image of herself standing over the naked young man laying on his back with his legs bent back towards his chest, her huge futa-cock stretching his tight hole flashed before her eyes. Mae blushed and stifled a smile. The sun was shining, Mae glowed with a quiet warmth. Arsan purred and rubbed against her legs.
"You sure are in a good mood," he meowed, stopping to groom himself.
"I-it's a nice day out, that's all!" Mae blushed.
"Well at least you made another friend," Arsan chuckled.
Soon the bus arrived and Mae got on and walked towards the back. Arsan followed quickly behind her, making sure to keep a low profile so nobody noticed his furry presence. She took a seat near the rear doors, setting down her bags on the floor. She retrieved the magic book she had borrowed from Brad, from one of the bags and started flipping through the pages.
"That young man sure was nice to let you borrow one of his mother's magic books like that," Arsan said, hopping up onto the seat next to her.
"Wasn't he? He was such a sweet guy!" Mae reached over and patted Arsan on the head.
"You must have made him feel pretty good, he gave you a bunch of supplies for free too," Arsan said, as he continued grooming himself.
"Arsan, stop teasing me, it's not like I can control
it
, besides you sure were getting cozy with that cat in the window," she said, giving Arsan the side eye.
"Hey! Those were just cuddles! She started grooming
me
, it would have been rude to refuse!" Arsan, turned his back towards Mae.
"Oh! This book doesn't make any sense!" Mae said, throwing her head back, "It says the appendage has to be drained but, I've already tried that!"
Arsan got into Mae's lap and peered into the book, "Hmm, let's see. It says here
The spell will dissipate when the magic within the appendage has been completely drained. However, if the host doesn't completely give into the will of the futanari spirit, then complete drainage will be impossible.
"
"Give into the will of the... what does that even mean?" Mae sighed.
"Perhaps your shyness is holding you back?" Arsan chuckled.
"I can't help it! That's just how I feel!"
Soon the bus arrived at the small bus stop near the Wellington family farm. Mae collected her belongings and exited the bus. She walked down the dirt road towards the house, Arsan in tow, and contemplated what to do next.
"Hmm... I wonder how I'm supposed to completely give in to
it
?" she said.
"Maybe, just let yourself go, embrace it," said Arsan.
"But, I was enjoying it? Isn't that enough?" Mae signed.
As she approached the house, she noticed that the family car was in the driveway. "Looks like Mrs. Wellington is back from shopping, I guess I should say hello to her."
Mae opened the door and set down her bags near the entrance.
"Is that you, Mae?" Mrs. Wellington called out.
"Yes, Mrs. Wellington," Mae responded, "I just went into town for a few things."
"Ken took Summer into the city for a job interview, they won't be back till the much later." Mrs. Wellington called out.
"Oh? I see, thank you for telling me, Mrs. Wellington," Mae said.
"Call me Anna, please! Mrs. Wellington is my Mother. You're making me feel so old," Anna laughed.
"You don't look old at all! And, Anna is such a lovely name!" Mae gulped.
"Oh! You're making me blush, sweetie," Anna said.
Mae stepped into the kitchen, Anna was cleaning the stove. She was wearing a white dress with a blue apron, with yellow rubber gloves. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Mae couldn't help but notice that her dress was clinging to her legs. Anna's form was well-defined against the fabric of the dress.
Hmm, even though she's an older woman, she still had a nice body.
Mae traced the outline of her body, Anna had a slender waist, and long firm legs. She carried her extra weight on her hips and ass, but it wasn't so much that it looked unflattering. In fact her large butt made Mae's pulse quicken. She had slender arms and small graceful hands. Her chest was modest, not quite as big as Mae's though.
"Are you okay, sweetie? It's a bit hot outside today isn't it?" Anna asked.
Mae suddenly realized that she was staring, "Um, oh! Yes, it's a little hot. Um, do you need any help today?" she said.
"That's very nice of you sweetie, but I think I can manage," Anna said. She bent down and returned to cleaning the stove.
Mae couldn't help but stare at Anna's ample bottom. The way it swayed back and forth as she moved was mesmerizing. Mae admired the curves of Anna's body and imagined what she would look like naked.
Gosh! What am I doing?
Mae turned around and started to walk out of the kitchen.
Suddenly, she heard Anna's voice behind her, "Mae, is everything all right?"
"W-what? Y-yes, everything is fine, why do you ask?" Mae said. Her cheeks were hot, and she could feel herself turning a deep shade of red.
"I just sensed that maybe you wanted to talk about something. You know, I'm always here if you need an ear to listen or shoulder to lean on," Anna said, reaching out and putting her hand on Mae's shoulder. She looked into Mae's eyes and smiled gently.
Suddenly Mae, felt a flush of warmth spread throughout her body. "O-oh, no, I'm fine!"
"Just give into it..." Arsan meowed, as he rubbed against Mae's legs.
"Quiet you!" Mae shoved Arsan away with her foot.
"Mae, if something's troubling you, I hope that you know you can talk to me about anything," Anna pulled Mae in and gave her a big hug. Their breasts pressed firmly together. Mae could feel her nipples tightening and her cock struggled against the constraints of her panties.
"O-of course!" Mae said, pushing away from Anna's grasp, "It's just..."
"Just what, sweetie?" Anna said, brushing the hair back from Mae's face, "Your face is all red, what's the matter Mae?"
"Well... I..." Mae could feel the heat coming off of Anna's body. Her cock swelled, the felling of Anna's mature warm body pressed against hers was irresistible.
"Hmm, this reminds me of when your sister Alex stayed with us, I think I know what is on your mind..." Anna took a step back. Then she slowly unbuttoned her dress, each button one by one, revealing her cleavage.
"M-Mrs. Wellington... I-I mean Anna?" Mae said, her knees quivered as her cock stiffened in her panties. She could feel it spilling out of her panties under her dress.
"Remember to have fun..." Arsan chuckled as he sprinting away.
"I think I know what you need, sweetie," Anna said, she turned around and slipped the dress off of her shoulders. Then reached back and undid her bra. Then with one hand, she flung the bra onto the kitchen table. As she turned back around her mature breasts spilled out into the open air. Her breasts were full and heavy, her pale skill contrasted with her rosy red nipples. Her breasts had settled with age but still had a lush full shape.
"I remember when your sister Alexa visited us years ago," Anna said.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Mae said.
"She had a spell go wrong too, and she needed lots of help
dispelling
its magic," she said winking at Mae.
"She did? Well..." Mae blushed.
"Don't be shy sweetie, let me help you," Anna said taking a step towards Mae.
"Oh! I..." Mae, still unsure of herself, but something compelled Mae to step forward. She took Anna's breasts in her hands. Her fingers brushed against Anna's erect nipples.
"Mmm, you have such soft little hands, Mae," Anna said.
"Anna I... um..." She put her arms around Anna and kissed her on the the neck. "I-is this okay?"
"Mmm, you don't have to be so gently with me," Anna laughed.
She reached out and put her hands on Mae's hips and pulled her closer, gently grinding her hips against Mae's erection.
"I've been waiting for you, hoping you'd need my help, just like your sister did once," she laughed.
Taking Mae's hands, she pulled them down to her hips. Anna pulled up her dress and guided Mae's hands to her crotch. Mae could fee the warmth of Anna's pussy beneath her moist panties.
"Anna, you're wet already," Mae said, shocked.
Anna pressed her lips against Mae's, kissing her gently. Mae closed her eyes and kissed Anna back. Anna's hands explored Mae's body. Her hands caressed Mae's ample ass, and thighs. They made their way up to her chest and massaged her breasts over her dress.
She's making me so horny!
She could feel Anna's slender fingers undoing her dress.
"Mrs.... I mean, Anna, what if someone comes home?" Mae said, panting, her heart was beating faster and faster.
Anna pulled back and caressed Mae's cheeks gently. "Nobody will be home for hours, sweetie. Now why don't you take off your dress for me, I want to see what we're dealing with." Anna kissed her gently on the neck and shoulders
"O-oh, sure," Mae gulped. She pulled her dress over her head and gently dropped it to the floor beside her. She slid her panties off with one hand, and stepped out of them, dropping them next to her dress.
Anna took a step back and admired Mae's body. Mae blushed as she felt Anna's eyes exploring her every inch of her naked body. Goosebumps spread across her skin and her nipples grew hard. Her cock throbbed as it surged forward, erect and full of lust. A drop of precum slowly dripped from the tip.
"Oh my! You poor thing, it's even bigger than I expected!" Anna chuckled. She gently knelt down in front of Mae and took Mae's huge, throbbing cock in her hands. She squeezed it gently and examined the tip, it swelled and turned a deep shade of purple under the pressure. Another bead of precum emerged from the massive spongy head. She used her finger to catch the drops and brought it to her lips.
"Oh, Anna..." Mae shuttered, at the sight of her licking up sticky precum off of her finger.
Anna was squatting down in front of Mae with her legs to her sides. Mae could see the outline of her pussy and imagined herself laying underneath. Her face was hot, and she could feel her pussy getting wet just thinking about Anna's deep, hot sex holes.
Anna gently stroked Mae's cock and looked up at Mae, "How does this feel, sweetie? Do you like it?"
"Oh yes! Mrs... I mean Anna, it feels good..." Mae said. Her breasts heaved as her breathing turned shallow and rapid. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them against her chest, pinching her nipples between her fingers.
Anna took a hand off Mae's cock, continuing to stroke it gently with the other hand, then she reached under Mae's massive cock and brushed her fingers gently against Mae's wet pussy lips. Mae shuttered with ecstasy from Anna's touch. "You're pussy is so wet, Mae," she said. She parted Mae's lips with her fingers and rubbed her thumb against Mae's clit. Mae's knees shook.
"Oh, Anna!" Mae moaned, putting her hand on Anna's head, as she leaned forward to steady herself.
Anna inserted a finger and gently slid it in and out finger-fucking Mae's hot, wet pussy, stroking Mae's cock with the same gentle rhythm. Mae moaned and shook from the pleasure. Anna smiled as she watched Mae quiver and writhe from the pleasure, she guided Mae's cock to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it. Looking up at Mae, she gently sucked on the head while stroking the thick meaty flesh with her hand.
Mae gently began rocking her hips back and form in rhythm with Anna's strokes. Gently fucking her mouth. She continued to push her cock forward, she could feel her cock going deeper and deeper into Anna's hot, wet mouth.
Suddenly, Anna grabbed both of Mae's hips and pulled Mae forward, swallowing inch after inch of Mae's cock.
"Oh! I can feel it going into your throat!" Mae cried. Anna's wet throat gripped her cock, pulling at it's taught skin sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
Her throat is so tight! It's incredible!
"Mmm hmm!" Anna confirmed as she took Mae's cock in all the way to its thick base.
Mae pulled back, watching her swollen cock slowly emerge from Anna's mouth, but Anna slowly pulled her forward.
She wants me to use her throat like a pussy!
Mae shuttered as the thought made her cock pulse with excitement. She thrusted slowly forward and backward. Anna moaned with delight as Mae's cock slid in and out.
Anna inserted another finger into Mae's wet pussy. Thick drops of Mae's essence coated Anna's fingers and ran down her hand, dripping to the floor below.
Mae struggled to stay standing, as she fucked Mrs. Wellington's mouth.
"Oh my, it feels s-so good! My legs are going numb," Mae moaned. She massaged her breasts with her free hand, and pinched one of her nipples, tugging at her breast, and stretching her erect nipple against her fingers as she face-fucked Anna.
Just then, Anna pulled Mae's cock out of her mouth, "Why don't you lay down on the floor, sweetie?" She helped Mae down, and laid her on the floor on her bare back. Then she climbed on top of Mae, and hovered her ass over Mae's face. The sight of Anna's huge mature ass and engorged pussy lips, made Mae blush even more. Her heart pounded in her chest and her cock throbbed with desire.
She grabbed Anna's ass cheeks and pulled her pussy down onto her face, as if she somehow knew exactly what to do. She put her mouth around Anna's pussy and explored her meaty cunt with her tongue.
"Oh, that's it, sweetie, eat my pussy," Anna moaned as she got into position over Mae's enormous throbbing cock. She opened her mouth and swallowed it whole, slowly taking it into her throat. She held herself up with one hand, and with her other she inserted two fingers into Mae's sloppy wet pussy. As she used her throat to fuck Mae's cock, she finger-fucked Mae's pussy in unison.
"Mmm, Mrs. Wellington... Anna! It feels so good!" Mae moaned.
I can feel my cock going so deep inside her throat! She's so good at this! I'm gonna cum again. Oh! I want to make her cum too!
While applying gentle suction, Mae vigorously lashed Anna's swollen clit with her tongue. She slowly inserted one finger, then another, and then another into Anna's hot cunt.
I can fit three fingers inside her. Her pussy is so big and warm!
Suddenly, Anna pulled Mae's cock out of her mouth and rested her head on Mae's thigh. "Oh, Mae, I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" Anna moaned. She continued stroking Mae's huge, swollen cock, while sliding her fingers in and out of Mae's pussy.
Mae sucked on Anna's clit and traced circles around its base with her wet tongue. She felt Anna's hot, sticky pussy juice streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Mae!" Anna shouted as her body shook. Mae continued sucking on her clit as a thick release covered mouth. Mae pulled her face back and took a breath.
"Oh, my... that was so good! You did a good job sweetie," Anna said panting in a post orgasmic stupor.
"Oh gosh, Mrs. Anna, you came all over my face..." Mae moaned, "I'm so horny! I-I really want to cum in your mouth." Mae's couldn't believe the words she was saying. Her cock throbbing and aching with need. She tried to focus as a flood of filthy thoughts entered her mind.
What's coming over me?"
"Oh, I can do better than that, sweetie. I'll make you cum deep inside my throat!" Anna said, taking Mae's cock in her mouth again. Swallowing it up to the base, she began fucking Mae's cock with her throat. As she rose up and down on Mae's cock, she steadied herself with one hand, and with the other, turned her palm upward and stroked Mae's g-spot and gently rubbed Mae's clit at the same time.
"Ooh! It's amazing!" Mae's body shook, the sensation of her cock sliding in and out of Anna's throat and her pussy being penetrated by Anna's skillful fingers at the same time was driving her crazy. Waves of pleasure passed through her body as an intense pressure built up in her groin.
I can't take it anymore, the way she's manipulating my body, her touch is plucking every nerve, causing my body to vibrate at her will!
"I'm gonna cum!" Mae cried out, as she felt the release of all the tension that had build up in her body. She trembled with ecstasy as her cock swelled. A final jolt of pleasure tore through her body seizing every muscle as she came. A thick stream of hot cum erupted out of her massive cock and gushed down Mrs. Wellington's throat. Anna, thinking quickly, gulped it down. The sensation of Anna swallowing as she came in her throat made Mae's eyes roll back in her head.
It's like I'm cumming directly into her stomach! She's drinking my cum!
Mae could feel her cock throbbing as she came again and again, each time, Anna gulped down her milky release. As she continued to finger-fuck Mae's hot pussy, Mae let out a loud moan. Her pussy tightened around Anna's fingers and she squirted a hot stream of liquid onto Anna's face and hands.
"Mmmm!" Anna moaned, satisfied with the results of her fingering.
Drained, Mae's cock softened and slipped out of Anna's mouth.
"You squirted on my face, sweetie," Anna smiled.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Anna," Mae covered her face with her hands, "It felt so good, I couldn't help it."
"No, no, sweetie, I'm only teasing you." Anna chuckled. "And call me Anna."
"I-I came so much, Anna," Mae said.
"Yes, you did, you filled me up with your cum," Anna said, rolling to the side and putting a hand on her full stomach. "I think you may have helped me with my problem..." May panted.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Startled, Mae got up from the floor and grabbed her clothes. She covered her body with them and in a panic looked around.
"Someone's at the front door!" Mae gasped.
"Hmm... I wonder who that could be?" Anna said, turning her head towards the living room.
Anna got dressed and wiped her face off with a kitchen towel. Then she got up and and patted Mae on the shoulder, "I'll go see who it is."
Mae ran to her bedroom, rushing into the room and shutting the door behind her, then she got dressed again. She sat down on the bed and let out a long sigh. She looked around the room, Arsan was sleeping peacefully on the windowsill.
That was amazing, I guess Arsan was right, I just needed to give into it a little.
She lifted her dress and looked down at her spent cock, it had shriveled and contracted, exhausted from its afternoon work out. "Awe, I think I'm gonna miss the little guy when it disappears."
Then suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door, but before Mae could get up, the door burst open. Mae covered her crotch and crossed her legs. Standing in the doorway was a tall woman with short blonde hair. She had on a tank top that barely contained her huge breasts, it was short and exposed her navel. She was wearing tight jean shorts, with the top rolled down to expose her hip bones. She had long muscular legs, and was wearing sandals. Her skin was tan and her face and shoulders were dotted with tiny brown freckles. A slender Siamese cat rubbed its body against her bare legs as it walked into the room.
"Alexa?" Mae said, covering her gapping mouth with a hand, "What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were doing on your first excursion out of the village." She shut the door behind her and walked over to the bed where Mae was sitting, taking a seat beside her.
"I see Arsan is sleeping on the job again," said the Siamese cat as it hopped up onto the bed.
"I'm not sleeping! I'm just resting my eyes!" Arsan said as he stood up and stretched.
"Why are all sweaty? What's that smell? Were you and Anna...?" Alexa laughed as she put her arm around Mae.
"I think we have a lot to talk about, sister!"
|
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"futanari",
"futa on female",
"mother",
"blowjob",
"throat",
"fingering",
"mature",
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] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 06
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-06
| 4.22 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 11
The next morning, I woke without knowing if I'd really slept.
My body was tense, nerves on edge, but my mind floated somewhere above me.
A dull migraine throbbed at my temples, and my mouth tasted like metal and rotten sugar.
It was just past six.
Jeremy was still sleeping -- I could hear his heavy breathing upstairs.
The house was wrapped in that gray morning silence, the kind that usually makes me want to vanish into a pillow.
But not today.
Today, I had a mission.
A calling.
I got up, legs unsteady, threw on a sweater over my naked body, and went straight to the bathroom.
I pulled the metal box from its secret drawer and, with mechanical hands, prepared the pipe.
The rock.
The flame.
The smoke.
The moment I inhaled, my whole body exhaled.
Like it had found its rhythm again, its anchor, its pulse.
I leaned back against the cold tile, eyes half-closed.
And there it was --
The warmth.
The shiver.
That supernatural clarity.
It wasn't even seven, and I was already high.
I made coffee, dropped a splash of vodka in it -- more out of habit than need.
Lately, I'd noticed I no longer drank to loosen up, but to smooth the spikes.
Alcohol had become the buffer, the glue between the lines and the flames.
A lubricant for the crash.
I sat in the kitchen, nude under my sweater, stirring my cup like a metronome.
I wasn't hungry.
Wasn't sleepy.
Didn't have any clear thoughts.
But I felt good.
Too good, maybe.
Around eight, Jeremy came down.
I poured his coffee.
He barely looked at me.
Didn't ask anything.
I was smiling, bright, almost too polite.
A little too made-up, too.
But he didn't notice.
-- What are you up to today?
-- Not much, I said. Just going to enjoy the quiet house.
He nodded.
He didn't see a thing.
Not who I'd become.
The second he left, the tension dropped --
A relief so intense it felt sexual.
I closed the door gently. Locked it.
Then went straight back to the bathroom.
Two lines of coke.
Another hit of meth.
I was becoming a product clock.
Everything had become dosage.
Precision.
Dosage again.
Too early for this.
Not high enough for that.
A small drink to come down.
A line to go back up.
A constant equation of artificial happiness.
And the worst part?
I was getting good at it.
I was efficient.
As if my life had finally found its logic.
Around nine, I tried not to touch the meth.
Just to see. Just to test.
But by nine-forty, I was already back on it.
I told myself it was just for today.
That I'd take a break tomorrow.
But I knew I was lying.
And I didn't care.
I wasn't even waiting for Alex anymore.
It was worse.
I didn't need him.
He'd left me with his gift,
and I had become my own supplier,
my own executioner,
my own goddess.
I lay on the couch, legs tucked under me, the pipe still warm in my hand.
And I thought:
I've never felt more alive.
Or more fucked.
Chapter 12
It was past ten.
I was taking another hit of meth, sitting in my bathrobe in the kitchen, eyes already shining, chest heaving, when I heard a knock at the door.
Alex.
-- Good morning, baby. You're late, I said with a smile, my voice a little too high.
With all the meth I'd had since dawn, I was buzzing -- overheated, overexcited. I threw myself at him, ravenous.
He fucked me right there on the hallway floor, hard, deliciously, and I came again, loud, laughing like a madwoman.
I was in another state -- exactly the one I wanted.
The one I never wanted to leave.
After the orgasm, lying on his chest, he said:
-- Get dressed. We're going to see some friends.
-- Huh? Where?
-- A buddy's place, near Vauvert. Fifteen kilometers from here, tops. You'll see, they're cool. There's vodka, meth, and even... a little more.
He pulled out a plastic bag and handed me some clothes --
A tiny black skirt, a pale pink tank top that showed my belly, no bra.
I changed in the bathroom.
Looked at myself in the mirror.
I looked like a whore.
But it didn't shock me -- it turned me on.
There was something raw, filthy, abandoned in that outfit.
And I felt beautiful.
Dangerously beautiful.
I put my pipe in my purse, grabbed a small bag of coke, downed a big glass of vodka in one gulp, and we left.
Barely seated in the car, Alex opened the glove box and handed me a bag full of stuff --
Meth, coke, and a small pouch of beige powder. Something different.
Two brand new pipes.
Sterile syringes, still in their blister packs.
I froze.
-- What... is this?
-- Heroin, baby.
-- But... I can't. I already take meth all the time. I'm addicted, I can feel it...
He looked at me with tenderness. Almost lovingly.
-- Don't worry, princess. I'm here. I won't let you fall. Trust me.
He kissed me on the forehead.
I should've refused. Screamed. Jumped out of the car.
But Alex had that power over me.
That gentle, unbreakable authority.
I couldn't say no.
I didn't want to.
-- Take a hit, baby girl. It'll calm you down.
I didn't even hesitate.
I pulled a rock from my bag, heated the pipe between my fingers -- quick, precise.
I was getting good at it, and I was proud.
Like a little queen of ruin.
We hadn't even left Nîmes yet and the smoke had already lifted me off the ground.
My mind floated.
My body softened.
I was good.
So good.
Then the excitement came back.
Mechanical. Irresistible.
Without realizing it, I had slid a hand between my thighs.
I moaned softly, eyes half-closed.
Alex smiled.
-- Today I fucked you, and I'm going to have you fucked, my little slut. Isn't that what you wanted? To be obedient? Offered up? You'll see -- I'll introduce you to Elodie. She's sweet. She'll offer you some heroin, and you'll accept. It's normal -- she uses all the time too.
-- Are... are you sure, baby?
-- I'm here, sweetheart. I've got you. You just have to be pretty and obedient.
He brushed his finger across my face.
And I melted.
He was right.
He was always right.
I told myself:
I have nothing left to decide. I'm his. I'm his slut. And that's fine by me.
|
[
"dominant",
"drugs",
"alcohol",
"corruption",
"prostitution",
"adultery"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 14
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-14
| 4.79 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Takeru watched his aunt as she glided closer. She held his gaze until he couldn't bear it any longer and turned away.
She leaned in as she reached in, and he stifled a breath, clamping his eyes shut. Her breath brushed softly against his neck. The air stirred beside his arm as she moved and he flinched away, tensing up.
"I can do it," Takeru whispered. He dug his thumbs into his waistband, ready to finish it, even if she had to watch.
Her hands wrapped over his, pushing them aside.
"I will do it," she told him.
Yumiko gripped his shorts with both hands and unceremoniously tugged them to his thighs, underwear and all. Takeru sucked in a sharp breath.
His swollen cock strained, stuck against the band. She pulled twice more, dragging his shorts lower and lower to free it. They each let out a breath as it broke free. Red, slicked in cum, it bobbed in the air between them.
"It's like a tower," she breathed, recoiling back from it. The confidence in her eyes suddenly faltered.
"Aunt Yumiko..." Takeru began, his breath ragged. "We really, really-"
She gripped it with both hands before he could say more, one below the head, and the other around the base, squeezing tightly. She took a deep breath, steadying herself, and shook the tension loose from her shoulders.
Yumiko turned to him, her face a blank mask again, then back to the cock between her hands.
Takeru's eyes widened, but there wasn't time for anything else. Before she could move, his back arched violently, every muscle and tendon snapping to the limit. He buried a fist between his teeth as a scream bubbled out of him.
Aunt Yumiko squeezed harder, holding him in place. Her eyes squeezed shut as the first ropy sprays of cum splashed across her arms. She turned her face away, avoiding the worst as it rained out. Takeru pumped into her hands, unable to stop himself.
The spray faded to a trickle of cum, spilling down her leather gloves. His body trembled, and he gripped the table to keep from slipping off, gasping for breath.
Aunt Yumiko kept her hands fixed, her gloves streaked in white. Her eyes held on his, and he couldn't meet her gaze.
"I'm done," he gasped, collapsing onto the tabletop, desperate to get away.
The world tilted beneath him. It was worse than the hangover had ever been. His body wouldn't relax. His chest clenched, and sweat beaded across his skin, trickling down through his scalp. The muscles along his legs trembled beneath her hands.
He twisted away, but her grip held firm.
"I'm done," he whispered, his voice sharp with panic. "I'm empty."
Her hand squeezed, tugging upward. The leather gloves slid in the thick glaze of cum, stretching his foreskin up past the head. Her eyes bored into his. He squirmed, trying to fight the need, the desperate urge to give in, to sink into it.
Expressionless, she pulled back downward, gliding to his sack in a wet squelch of spent cum. She pressed harder, stretching the skin taut. She stretched him to his limit, her fingers gripping tighter, and then released.
She took a deep breath and pulled upward once more, achingly slow, her black gloves entirely in control, the room drowning in the wet sound of it.
She was halfway up and Takeru lurched to the side, driving his hand into the wall. Plaster dust rained across his chest. He howled into his other fist, bucking against his aunt's hands.
"I'm done. I'm done," he whined, drenched in sweat and oblivious to everything else. He feebly tried to roll away, but she held him there with two small hands alone. Tears seeped from his eyes, but he couldn't clear them away. The pleasure wasn't dying down. It bubbled in his brain, ready to burst again.
"I'm done, I'm done, I'm done."
He said it endlessly, trailing off until he was only mouthing the words. He couldn't catch his breath. He was going to pass out.
The mess in his lap grew cold, but it hardly felt like he had cum at all. He was at the edge again. Her hands kept him there, this time, toying with him, milking him for all he was worth.
He saw triumph in her eyes now, beneath her cool gaze. She knew. Knew what he wanted. The worst fantasies that had ever come to him in the moment before orgasm. The shameful desires that crept into him.
Takeru opened his eyes. His legs spread open. Yumiko gripped his long cock with both hands, the muscles of her arm bulging as she worked him. The table was a mess, puddled in spent cum, the air thick with the smell of it.
He met her eyes and nodded, willing her to go on. His aunt nodded back.
She traced the length of him with her palms and a shrill whine burst from between his teeth. He couldn't hold it. The muscles of his abs pulled to breaking, threatening to snap apart. Spittle flew from his lips, splattering across him. His bones wanted to burst from his skin. His soul was ripping out of him.
He bucked in her grip, ass slapping mindlessly against the table, nearly toppling him over the side in his need to rut.
Both of hands slapped across his mouth, trying to muffle the sound, but he was too weak to hold it back.
"No one can hear us," Yumiko said, over the dulled sound. "It's only you and me. Just you and me," she breathed. "Cum for me."
"I- I- I-" Takeru panted.
"Cum for me, Takeru."
Another spurt of pearly white mess came out, spilling down the shaft, gliding through the fingers of her glove.
"You are not empty," Yumiko said. "Again, Takeru."
Takeru sat upward, gasping for breath, gazing over the mess. Her black gloves were slicked entirely white, and a pool of cum was cooling beneath him. More had gathered in the hollow of his hips and spilled over the sides with every stroke of her hands. Strips laced her forearms, and one drop still clung to her chin.
"I'm empty," he pleaded.
"Not yet."
Takeru groaned and sucked in a breath, trembling as he lay back down. He reached for the sides of the table, but he wasn't quick enough. A howl burst from his lips and the splatter landed in a warm slash across his nipples.
Sensation returned in slow waves. The dull hum gradually faded from his ears. Color returning to his vision. Warm seed spilled down between his ribs. He was on the edge again before he could fight it. She pumped faster, leaning over to put her muscle into it.
Gradually, the need was subsiding. In its place, a dull ache was growing in the pit of him. He focused on that, savoring the sharpening pain, the aching feeling of emptiness. His breath returned in shallow gasps.
She stroked him, and they watched together, their lips parted open. Her hands twisted against each other with every pass. The violent red of his cock faded to pink beneath her gloves. His cock trembled, the pulse growing fainter beneath her palms.
Yumiko slipped her hand lower, cradling his balls, and he gasped. She held them, the soft leather gliding over his skin. A spurt splattered across Aunt Yumiko's lips without warning, and she yelped, her hands shooting up to protect herself.
A single drip ran from her lip down to her chin while she stood frozen in place.
'I'm... sorry...' Takeru gasped between breaths, his vision blurring.
Yumiko turned and took a towel from her bag. "It is fine. Lie back," she said.
Her wet hands returned to where they were. The world flashed in and out each time she pumped. Each time he was certain it was the last drop.
She stroked his balls so long he pictured the fine hairs there were worn clean. Grunting, she tugged his cock with both arms, her weight pressing into him with every tug. Takeru remained still, growing limper.
"Now, I think we are done," Aunt Yumiko announced.
Takeru couldn't bring himself to nod. She tugged off her gloves, and his eyelids fluttered closed.
A quiet click broke the silence, then steps approached, and he awoke. A warm, damp towel pressed to his skin, wiping him gently clean.
"Every day," she told him. "After every meal."
"No," Takeru whispered. "Don't... Crazy," he managed.
"If there is no pleasure left to give, we will discuss it again."
He tried to refuse, but his body was sore and lifeless. The towel pressed to him, releasing a sharp burst of steam. It pulled away, startling him back awake.
"You have very strong seed," she said, nodding with approval. "You should be quite proud. You will make your wife very happy someday." She looked over the length of him. "I was quite surprised. Your uncle is... I had never seen another man before. So heavy," she breathed, her eyes widening slightly as her gaze ran along his lap.
Takeru turned away, too exhausted to blush. She folded the towel carefully and set it on the table beside her. But she didn't pack it away. She remained on her knees, waiting, apparently, for him.
He winced as he slipped the band of his pants up. Everything was swollen and sensitive to the touch.
Takeru rose slowly, still waiting for her to speak. Instead, she inclined her head, gesturing toward the exit. He nodded and limped away without looking back.
Outside, the sunlight stung his eyes. It seemed like hours passed, but the sun was still high, and not yet noon. He shivered from the breeze after the stifling heat inside. As promised, there wasn't a soul in sight. Everyone was likely out in the fields.
He chose a path without thinking, heading toward town. Aunt Yumiko didn't follow.
He had an idea of what she might be doing in there, all alone. He could picture her on all fours, her face buried in the used towel, her hand a blur of motion between her legs as she lapped at the mess. It would be his cock burning in her mind as she finally came.
But, for once, the thought did nothing for him. Takeru walked on.
At the edge of town, he stopped to rest. Bridges crisscrossed ahead, running over the endless streams. He turned and followed one out toward the ocean. The last skeletal remnants of the pier jutted out above the water, the empty logs following him as he went.
The town was dying. It was another truth he hadn't wanted to admit. And it wasn't the storm that had killed it. The town had died with his grandfather. Because of his grandfather. The old man, Koike, might have been right about that.
But... it wasn't dead yet.
The town had a heartbeat, faint as it was. Some will to survive. He could feel it. His aunt, and Hana, and Miu, they were all proof of that. Even Mr. Koike was proof of that.
Like the broken pier or his grandfather's farm, the bones were there. They were just waiting for someone to rebuild it, before it was too late.
"Takeru?"
He didn't have the energy to flinch, but he turned and spotted Hana skipping across the streams to join him. Her pale legs flashed as she moved, but he didn't linger on them long.
"I thought you were helping Mom with the groceries." She grunted, hopping over to his side of the stream and sat down beside him on the rock. "Are you okay?" she asked. "You look pale."
"She said I could go on ahead."
He took a long breath, shifting uncomfortably. It seemed to all hurt no matter what he did.
"Aren't you going to the farm?" Hana asked, leaning in closer, forcing herself into his view.
Takeru shook his head and turned further away, gazed toward the ocean. It was nice to have a moment of peace, to take in the town, to let it all wash over him. To recover.
It didn't last long. Hana clasped his hands and tried to pull him up.
"Perfect! I..." She bit her lip, looking away, and released his hand when he wouldn't budge. "Someone responded to me. They asked for another photo."
He wasn't sure what she wanted him to say to that.
"Okay."
"You'll help me take it then?" Her hands clenched beneath her chin.
Takeru glanced over her. He focused on the dull ache, letting his gaze drift over her in a purely platonic way.
He needed to refuse. To stop this now, with a clear head, as his aunt had told him.
A picture wouldn't help either of them. He didn't want some stranger ogling her like this anyway.
Takeru took in her shorts, the way the thin fabric clung to the curve of her hips. Her frayed shirt, and the way her breasts stretched it open. The sweet liens of her face, the way her body shifted under his gaze.
She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. And the lingering ache in the pit of him faded quietly away.
"Of course," Takeru said.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"handjob"
] |
Undercover
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/undercover-39
| 4.42 | null |
Crossdressing
|
This story contains scenes of unprotected sex, drug use and non-consensual themes.
***
I'd been on the unit for a few weeks, as a new detective it was more interesting than the jobs I'd been doing on CID, but there wasn't much really going on.
The unit had been set up in response to a new OCG, or organised crime group, "gang" to the layman, that had appeared pretty much overnight and taken over most of the existing drug networks in the area.
They were referred to as the "Caesar Line" because the head, according to the informants, was called Caesar, though it was unlikely that was his actual name. The problem was, there wasn't much more that anyone seemed to know about Caesar or the group.
But one of the informants, known as a CHIS or covert human intelligence source, had promised a way into the network. "Ricky" was a small-time drug dealer with delusions of grandeur, he'd done a little prison time for possession but was a generally reliable source. The information he gave was the only reliable thing about him. There was old information that linked him to violence, weapons and a rape, but nothing concrete. Even his name was fake, Ricky was a pseudonym, his real name was William.
But he was offering a way into Caesar and the bosses wanted it.
The idea that informants are protected is pretty much bullshit, but most of them used the Police as much as the Police used them. Ricky was probably feeding info on competitors or potential competitors, to get us to go after his competition. He wasn't an upstanding citizen doing his civic duty, whatever he had on Caesar, telling us was part of a plan.
Luckily for us, Ricky had been part of the existing drug networks supplanted by Caesar and was not out of a supply and contacts. We have always found revenge was a consistent motivator for people like Ricky.
It was a normal day when my boss pulled me into his office. There was another guy, not someone I'd met, wearing casual clothes, unlike the suits my boss and I were wearing.
The guy was from the intel unit, and he wanted me for an op. Ricky had told them there was an underground club that was central to Caeser's drug distribution in the area. The problem was Ricky was the only one telling them this, no other corroborating sources or info. It wasn't enough for a warrant or to get proper surveillance inside the club.
There was also some pressure to get results. Senior leadership and the media were all over Caesar and the expectation was that raids, seizures and arrests needed to be made.
So they wanted eyes in the club, but it was members and invitations only. It was also described as "niche" within the underground scene, the way my boss said "niche" made if clear it was considered weird in some way, but that nobody would describe it like that, it wouldn't be very PC and we were very PC, even behind closed doors. It had surprised me when I joined.
The club was... it was a sex club, for feminine men and their admirers.
The plan was for Ricky to go with a "guest" to help fit in and to corroborate what he saw in the club.
I could guess why I was being asked. At 5'4" with a slim build and being only 23, I was the only one on the team that might be described as feminine without being female. Most of the team were experienced detectives or specialists from other units.
Most of the team were pushing 40 and while they were experienced, they had stopped chasing criminals on the street years ago and their waistlines reflected that.
I would go in, snoop around, but I was not to take risks and there would not be any other eyes in the club with me, it was just for some recon. It wasn't exactly the big break I had imagined, but it was a chance to make real progress, and I'd still get the recognition, even if no one would know exactly what I'd done to earn it.
***
So a couple of days later, I met with a woman called Sam in a flat in the city centre.
Like the man from intel, I'd never met her before, but she sounded like a cop.
"There isn't any space for comms or ppe, you'll have a phone to contact the subject, but that's about it so try not to need anything you don't have."
No radio, no cuffs, no baton, no gas. Not exactly reassuring, but I'd already been told this in the initial briefing.
For the next few hours I was poked, prodded, plucked, shaved and dressed.
I was slim and had never been hairy, I kept myself trimmed but my chest, armpits and face were given a close shave. My eyebrows were plucked and shaped. I was dressed, put in a wig and then came the make up.
When Sam was finished she had me walk over to a full-length mirror. I couldn't recognise myself.
I had pink hair, pulled back into bunches on each side of my head. I had electric pink lipstick and eyeshadow, with a black choker around my neck, partially hiding my adams apple. A set of gold hoop clip-on earrings completed the look.
I had a white mesh top, which was only semi-opaque and the shape of my nipples could be seen if not their detail.
My flat stomach was bare, the bare outline of abs visible above the pleated microskirt belted at my waist, showing off my slim waist and emphasasing the width of my hips and the curve of my ass. Underneath the skirt, barely hidden by it, was a pink animal print thong.
Below were a set of white knee high socks and a pair of low wedges for me to wear. I had never worn heels before and neither Sam or I was confident I'd be able to wear them without falling over, especially in a dark club.
My reflection looked like a slutty school girl. The socks, skirt and top looked like an erotic caricature of a school uniform, the pink hair in bunches emphasising how young I was. As I turned side to side, the skirt barely came below the bottom of the thong at the front and left a lot of my cheeks on display, no matter how I stood.
It wasn't a subtle look, but I had to admit, the one thing I did not look like, was a Police officer.
Sam chuckled when I said it, "subtle isn't what we are going for".
She gave me a brick phone and a little purse, pink animal print with a gold chain, it matched the thong and earrings.
She also gave me a white puffer jacket with a hood, which while long enough in the arms barely reached my belt and didn't do anything to hide the outfit. Then she kicked me out, telling me Ricky had messaged to set up the meet.
***
We met under a bridge not far from the club. It was what somebody who watched cop shows and spy thrillers would think was a good meeting space.
In reality it was windy, wet and cold and I had a lot of skin on show.
I stood under a flickering street light looking like a prostitute waiting for her pimp.
Ricky was late, it shouldn't have surprised me. If he was more organised he wouldn't be a failed drug dealer.
He drove up in a nearly new Audi, a personalised plate, too dark tinted windows and shitty dance music completed the image of a low level drug dealer.
He opened the door without getting out, looking me up and down.
"Get in".
Despite my nerves and general dislike of the other occupant, I quickly got in the car, glad to be in the warm.
The pathetically short skirt rode up more as I sat, my practically bare ass touching the cold leather of the seat.
Looking over, I got my first look at Ricky. He was older than me, early thirties, his short, prematurely thinning hair had a fresh fade.
He wore a lot ostentatious gold jewellery, and had tattoos poking out above the collar and below the cuffs of his grey Armani shirt. He had a ready smile that felt like a sneer and didn't seem to reach his dead fish eyes.
All in all, he seemed unlikeable, even for a criminal.
The short journey to the club was filled with him talking, about how I had to do as I was told, that they were "serious fucking people" and he was taking a "big fucking risk".
I didn't point out that he'd approached us.
As we arrived he flashed an insincere smile and said not to worry, he'd look after me, it didn't reassure me. If I had to rely on Ricky, I was definitely fucked.
***
There was a bored looking doorman outside, but took one look at the sleezy man and his crossdressing guest and waved us through. Ricky rested his hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the door. Maybe he did it to sell the charade, but it felt like it was going to be a long night.
As we went through the second set of door, we were assaulted by the same shitty dance music that had been playing in Ricky's car on the way over. It might not have been the same track, but it sounded like it. The lights were low, there was a large dance floor in the centre of the room, a bar near the door and a raised platform with booths on the other near the DJ. There were more booths to each side of the dance floor, recessed and largely hidden in shadows.
It was early and there weren't many customers, a couple of bored looking bar staff, who looked like they could be "guests" like me.
Ricky, his hand still on the small of my back, just above the waist of my skirt, ushered me across to the booths on the raised platform. He let me walk ahead on the stairs, it didn't feel like chivalry and I was very aware of how little my skirt was hiding from his view.
We sat in one of the booths, Ricky sliding in next to me, too close. As one of the bored looking barstaff walked up, I inched away from Ricky.
The barstaff was some sort of goth, with dark hair, make-up and a choker over a tight longsleeve t-shirt and a skirt, though it wasn't as ridiculously short as mine. I could see fishnets under the skirt and the waistband of his underwear was visible on his hips above the skirt.
He glared at me and smiled at Ricky, who ordered a whiskey and coke for him and a vodka tonic for me. I asked the goth for just the soda, but didn't get a response.
I struggled to sit still, Ricky smiled his false smile, "relax".
"I am relaxed" I replied glancing over at him.
He was stood, sitting back, his arms over the back of the booth, the smile fixed on his face. If you saw him, you would think he was relaxed.
"You're not, you're fidgeting around"
I consciously stilled myself.
"And take the jacket off"
"I'm fine"
He moved slowly, turning to face me, his closest hand going to my bare thigh below the table, applying firm pressure that wasn't, quite, painful.
"It's hot, in a club, take the fucking jacket off."
He didn't raise his voice but he loaded it with menace.
Rationally, it was right, I had a part to play and wearing a jacket inside a hot club wasn't it.
I had to stand to take the jacket off, Ricky removing his hand from my thigh so I could. As I sat back down, the goth came back, ignoring me and smiling at Ricky again. I assumed it was for tips, there was no reason anyone else would smile at him like that.
Ricky smiled and told the goth to keep them coming.
I tasted my drink, there was definitely vodka in it. I sipped it slowly, Ricky downed his.
My eyes followed the goth back to the bar, tracking her as she walked passed one of the shadowy booths on the other side of the dancefloor. From our position I could see into the booth and the guy sat there, he looked like a businessman, relaxing after work.
There was something off and I looked closer and after a moment realised I could see a head bobbing in the businessman's lap.
I blushed and looked away. Ricky saw and smiled, making me blush more.
It shouldn't have surprised me, but I'd never seen someone getting a blowjob and so publicly...
As the goth came back, bringing Ricky a replacement drink and me a spare one, I looked over again, while Ricky was smiling at the goth.
As I watched a tall feminine person in a halter top and hot pants climbed up from their position under the table, to sit next to the businessman, delicately wiping their lips with a finger while the businessman leaned over kissing their cheek. They both seemed happy with themselves.
I continued sipping my drink, ignoring the goth as they ignored me, flirting with Ricky.
I finished my first drink as Ricky downed his second, standing up and pulling me after him.
"Lets dance."
I didn't want to, I didn't want to dance but I really didn't want to attract attention. But pulling away would attract more attention that going along with it.
I wasn't the most confident dancer and didn't know how I was meant to dance to the music in the club, at least without taking the type of drugs we were here to look for. Luckily, Ricky's dancing seemed to require being in constant contact with at least 2 parts of my body at any one time. His hands were everywhere, like he'd turned into an octopus.
I initially tried to move his hands away, but they would just move somewhere else, touching, grabbing, groping, I gave up. Quietly enduring, trying to move to the music while Ricky "danced" on me.
After a few minutes, it was hard to tell when the music didn't seem to change, I said I was going to go back for my drink.
Ricky couldn't hear me, and after a couple of attempts I leaned in and he grabbed me, pulling me in so I could shout "DRINK" in his ear.
We went back to the booth, Ricky again walking behind me as we went up the stairs.
It was just as embarrassing the second time, even though he'd just been touching what he was now seeing.
I sipped my drink, while Ricky checked his phone.
"He's here..."
I didn't know who "he" was. The plan was to have a look around, I didn't know we would be meeting someone.
Ricky stood, looking at me impatiently.
"Come on, game time"
There was an opportunity to ID a potentially senior figure inside the Caesar network, maybe even Caeser himself...
I downed my drink, and followed Ricky through a door at the back of the raised area and through a corridor into some kind of storage area.
It was cold and damp but the music from the club was a distant throb, meaning at least I could at least hear easily.
There was a guy waiting, he didn't seem like a senior figure of anything. He was wearing a matching Hoodrich tracksuit and looked a little younger than me. It's hard to imagine an 18 year old with acne, wearing a tracksuit as important.
He had a whiny voice as well but he didn't talk to me.
Ricky walked over and they spoke quietly, I could hear them speaking but not what was being said.
After a couple of minutes, I saw him pass Ricky something.
Ricky walked over to me, showing me a deal bag with two pills in it.
"We each need to take one"
I look over at the kid with acne, hes looking at his phone.
I shake my head, "no"
Ricky's face tightens "take... one..."
I knew it was normal for dealers to want new customers to take drugs in front of them, so they know they aren't cops. Anyone that doesn't is sus, best case, you don't do business with them. Worst case, well it was a lot worse...
I'm just here to watch, its not like I'm going to arrest anyone, or have to stand up in court and say what I see.
I nod and Ricky takes both pills out the bag, handing me one.
I watch him swallow his and follow suit, dry swallowing the little pill is uncomfortable but I get it down.
The kid with acne isn't looking at his phone anymore, he was watching us take the pills.
He puts his phone away and tells Ricky he'll be in touch, walking past us back into the corridor.
Ricky gives him a minute and then with a long exhalation seems to relax.
He flashes me a smile, the first one that seems genuine.
"What the fuck did I just take?"
His smile loses its warmth.
"Its just an E, relax" He chuckles at his own joke, the E will help me relax, among other things.
MDMA or Methylene-Dioxy-Meth-Amphetamine, is the active ingredient in Ecstacy, it is like the name suggests, a relative of Meth, which is N-Meth-Amphetamine. I knew quite a lot about drugs, except what they felt like.
I knew MDMA could make you feel a bit hyper, full of energy and would feel close to the people around you, or you could feel paranoid and anxious, you may get hot and tingly, either way it would last a few hours depending on how strong the pills were.
"You alright?"
I realised I had been standing there, thinking for a few seconds. Ricky was looking at me, with something approaching concern on his face.
"Yeah, what next?"
He nodded, "we wait, they'll get back to us"
"Tonight?" I asked
He shrugged, "probably" and starting walking past me, back to the booth.
I followed, stepping quickly to catch up, as we reached the door back to the main club he put his arm around me, but instead of putting his hand on my lower back like he had, he placed it lower, very much on the curve of my ass, I could feel the warmth of his little finger below the hem of my mini-skirt. But before I could say anything or object he propelled through the door and the opportunity was lost.
His hand on my ass, he steered me back to our booth, our drinks replenished and waiting for us.
I sit, Ricky cramming himself next to me again, everything feels... weird, like a dream.
I notice my drink is now empty and Ricky's hand is on my thigh.
I should do something about the hand, but then it is on my other shoulder.
Ricky says we should dance, he pulls me to the dance floor. Its not busy now, but there are more people. Other men like Ricky and people dressed like me.
I feel like the music makes more sense now, that I can move with it. Ricky is everywhere, his hand everywhere, his hands feel like fire and leave their warmth behind until I am warm all over. I think I like Ricky, I like MDMA.
I like him touching me.
I feel different, like I do when I'm horny, but without the sex, I'm not hard, but its a nice feeling.
I feel something against my lips and open them reflexively a tongue pushing in, flexing against mine, I kiss back luxuriating in the sensation as I feel hands roughly grab my ass cheeks, pulling me into the kiss like they will devour me. A hand reaches up between us, fingers pinching a hard nipple causing me to gasp.
I realise its Ricky, I don't mind.
I should mind, part of me minds that I don't.
I didn't like Ricky, hes a sleazy drug dealer, hes not nice. I'm in a roomfull of people, I'm not even gay.
But I like how it feels.
Ricky is kneading my ass as he kisses, a finger slips to my hole, gently pressing, rubbing.
I moan into the kiss, our lashing tongues pausing as we just breathe into each other's mouths before he begins kissing my neck.
For a second I miss the old before I am overwhelmed anew by the feeling of him kissing, licking and sucking on my neck while a finger presses insistently at my ass.
Where I was warm now I am hot, my breathing ragged.
Then he stops, walking and pulling me with him. I am disappointed but excited.
I can't think properly, I don't know what will happen next but I just hope it feels good and I'm glad Ricky will be there to feel it with me.
He drags me back to the room where we met the acne kid and I took the pill.
The pill... this is the pill, I should...
He kisses me again and I struggle to concentrate on the pill as I kiss him back, E, MDMA, Methylene-Dioxy-Meth-Amphetamine.
He stops kissing me, pulling away as I push forward to follow. He puts a hand round my throat, squeezing, I cant breathe and I can't kiss and I don't know which is worse.
He's laughing but I don't understand what's funny.
He pushes me down and I sink to my knees, welcoming the cold of the floor on my knees.
I put my hands out to steady myself, my right is on his leg, my left can feel his hard cock through the crotch of his trousers.
I rub my hands against the fabric of this trousers, enjoying the feel.
I like the feel of his cock, the hardness of it under the trousers. I get it out, I want Ricky to feel good too.
It springs out standing at attention, he's uncut unlike me and unlike me he isn't hairless, his cock rises from a bed of wiry salt and pepper hair, I think Ricky is older than I thought.
I reach out, taking him in a hand, he's hard and soft, like a baseball bat in a sock, I smile at the comparison.
The skin is smooth, silky but I can feel every vein underneath. I pull my hand down, pulling his foreskin with it, sliding back to reveal his angry red head, a drop of liquid emerging from its one, glistening, eye.
I slowly move my hand up and down, luxuriating in the feeling of it.
I lean forward, licking and sucking on the shaft, feeling its smoothness and the wiry hairs near its base on my tongue. I hold it in one hand and lick my way from base to tip, tasting him, the salty sourness is not unpleasant.
I have never touched another cock and never touched an uncut one, I've never licked or tasted one, I've never wanted to before.
I notice his balls as if for the first time, I handle them with my other hand, I can feel the pearls within as I move them. My mouth feels empty and I suck on them through his sack, but its not enough.
I look at him, my mouth full of him, to see him looking down with a smile of victory on his face.
"Suck it"
I was going to anyway, but it feels nice to help Ricky.
I take him into my mouth, the salty taste stronger, I can feel his spongy head pushing past my lips and into my mouth, my tongue can feel every ridge of his cock, I swirl it around him exploring them all.
He moans, it's nice to make him moan.
I suck in my cheeks and bob my head up and down on his shaft.
I do this a few times before drawing back until my lips are against the back of his head, kept there by his step and my suction, I run my tongue across his head and slit, the taste is stronger.
I come of for a second, taking a breath for before sliding down all the way, feeling his head filling my throat, I push my tongue out and keep going until I reach the bottom, my tongue against his balls.
I'm impressed with myself, I had an ex that could do this, I know how good it felt.
I wiggled my tongue against his balls, knowing he would feel it all the way along his shaft. I tensed and relaxed my throat like I was swallowing. I knew how good it felt.
I kept myself there, impaled on his cock, fighting my gag reflex until I had to back off, sucking in a lungful of air. His cock glistened with my thick saliva, bobbing in the air.
With something like a growl, Ricky took my head, pulling it back down onto him as he thrust forward, fucking my mouth.
I brought my hands up, pushing against his thighs, not to stop him, but just to balance. As I got used to it one of my hands was able to drop down, lifting my skirt, I could feel my thong was soaked with my pre-cum, but my cock wasn't hard, engorged but soft.
I take its slimy softness and start jacking it, it's different, I'm pinching it more than holding it.
The cock in my mouth and the one in my hand is almost overwhelming. Without thought I meet his thrusts until he doesn't need his hands to hold me, he doesn't need to thrust as I make myself gag on his hard cock.
I was on fire, plunging his cock into my mouth, my hands furiously rubbing my half-hard cock inside my panties.
He pulled me back, away from his cock. I would have swallowed it again if he hadn't held me away.
He's talking but it's hard for me to concentrate. Something about a pill, I remember the pill.
He slapped me across the face, the shock and the pain clearing my head for a moment.
The pill, it wasn't just some ecstacy.
It's Yabba.
Which is meth, very strong, very pure meth as a tablet.
He was explaining how it was all a set up, they'd cut it with a little pure mdma, for flavour. But this had been the plan all along.
To drug me, to fuck me.
An hour ago I could have spoken about the effects of both drugs, that they were both stimulants that can cause feelings of exhilaration and euphoria, reduce inhibitions and cause arousal, especially the meth.
The mdma makes you feel love towards others and can change and heighten sensation.
I was feeling all of it. It would make someone super horny, where everything feels better and gives them the energy levels to match their new libido.
I knew most men can't get hard or orgasm on ecstacy. But I didn't think that part was a problem for him.
So when Ricky let go, pushing me down onto all fours and knelt down behind me, lifting my pathetic skirt up, I knew what was about to happen.
When he put something under my nose, I smelt the sickly sweet chemical sent, I breathed it in, feeling the rush as the poppers hit my system, my heart pounding.
I could feel him pull my thong to the side and my soft cock leaked in anticipation as he pressed his hard one against my rosebud, the poppers helping me relax as he pushed through with a grunt, his thick cock stretching me.
But in my euphoric state I couldn't process anything except pleasure and I mewled as he drove home.
The small part of me that was still capable of thinking rationally, was a silent observer while I writhed in pleasure as I was raped.
Though to call it rape is perhaps unfair, in that moment I would have sold my soul for more, maybe I already had.
He had no interest in my pleasure, using me and laughing as I drew pleasure from it anyway.
I moaned and tried to reach back to pull him further into me as he thrust. His heavy balls slapping off my taint. Every sensation joining the roiling lust consuming me.
I had no sense of time as Ricky fucked me, driving me forward onto the floor, even the cold, rough service against my skin adding to the experience.
It could have been seconds or hours that he fucked me for as my own limp cock was thrown around constantly leaking, trails of pre-cum covering the floor beneath me in a crazed pattern.
His pace quickened, becoming even more insistent until he bottomed out, pressed up against me, his balls churning as his cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his hot seed.
In my delirium I thought he was going to make me pregnant.
When he pulled out, I could still feel his cum inside me, but I felt empty and I felt horny.
I could hear voices but struggled to focus. Ricky was talking to someone who I didn't recognise.
"So, am I in?" Ricky asked the man.
A flash of gold in the smile and a low laugh as he slapped Ricky on the back.
Was this Caesar? Even in my addled state I understood I'd been the price of entry into the network for Ricky.
I tried to hold the image of the man in my head as I felt strong hands lift me, carrying me out and back into the corridor and into another room, where I was unceremoniously dumped onto the floor.
It looked like a disabled bathroom.
One of the pairs of hands took my arm and put a handcuff around my wrist. It was the same style as my ones back at the station. He didn't lock them properly, they wouldn't loosen but could still get tighter.
He attached the other end to the handrail on the wall. I watched him do it and then followed his hands to his arms and up until I could see his face.
It was the kid with acne, that had given me the pill earlier. He threw a piece of paper onto the floor, no it was a picture. It was a picture of me, in uniform when I passed out of training, graduating as a cop.
With my free hand, I was touching myself, rubbing my soft cock. Acne kid was grinning down at me as he shuffled his hoodrich trackies down his pale cock leaping out, long and thin, he was clean shaven, his smooth balls hanging underneath.
As he stepped in, I pushed myself to my knees, my hand leaving my soft cock to grab his hard one, guiding him into my mouth.
I heard laughter from him and the other paid of hands and forgot about the man with the golden smile about the OCG, my world shrinking to the man in front of me and the cock in my mouth.
It was narrow, which made it easier to fit in my throat but longer which made it harder, but I could do it. I liked it up and down, sucking his balls into my mouth before going back to sucking.
As I did the second pair of hands wrapped my hips pulling me into the position they wanted before grabbing my thong and tearing it off.
Freeing my soft, leaking cock and giving them the access they wanted as they lined up, pressing against my hole, pushing in, Ricky's cum easing their way.
I struggled to focus on both, loosing my rhythm with the cock in my mouth as they hammered away at me with unsynchronized abandon.
I was there to be used and they used me until they were done, cumming down my throat and then in my ass, again. My unknown lover's seed mixing with Ricky's inside me and leaking out my abused hole together.
I fell forward as he pulled out, squirming on the floor in my state of impossible arousal, unable to cum, trapped in a fever dream.
Acne kid pulled out a phone, the flash going as he snapped pic after pic.
His friend, the other pair of hands, the other cock left the room, I only noticed as he walked out behind acne, but I didn't see his face. I knew what it felt to have him inside me, but I didn't know what he looked like.
Acne left with him, leaving me alone in the room, handcuffed to the rail.
My free hand returned to my limp cock, rubbing more than trying to jerk it, it wasn't enough.
The door opened and she stood in the doorway, I recognised her, he not she despite what she looked like, the goth waitress that had been smiling at Ricky.
She was smiling at me now, as I looked up at her from the floor. From my angle I could see where the fishnet tights ended on her thighs under her skirt, my view helped by the platform boots she was wearing making her even taller.
Under the fluorescent lights I could see the purple highlights in her dark hair that I hadn't noticed before, the harsh light from the bulb in the corridor appearing like a halo behind her.
My gothic angel left but not for long. She came back, walking into the room leading a man behind her. He looked about 40, overweight with glasses and short curly hair, I'd always wanted curly hair when I was a kid.
He stood facing me, Goth beside him whispering in his ear. Her hand slid down his front, under his waistband and I could see her massaging his cock underneath. Then she pulled her hand out, bending over at the waist she undid his trousers and pulled out his cock.
If he was fat, it was fatter, Goth could barely get her hand around it as she smoothly jacked him, talking into his ear and smiling.
I was on my knees facing them as he stepped forward, Goth letting her hand fall away from his thick cock as he did.
My free hand wrapped round him, without hesitation. My hands were smaller than Goth's and my fingers didn't quite reach as I jacked his uncut hog of a cock before cramming it into my mouth.
I had to strain my jaw to get it in, his head pushing my lips over my teeth, filling my mouth and then my throat as I gagged.
Unable to take him properly in my mouth I jacked him as I licked and sucked on his balls.
He pushed me away, turning me around so I was facing the handrail I was cuffed to. I grabbed it with both my hands, pushing my ass back at him, eager to have him inside me.
He lined up, his fat head pressing against my hole and kept on pressing, I felt it stretch and stretch, even though I'd already been fucked by two cocks, it felt like the first time again and I wished I had the poppers to help me, but then he was through, his shaft sinking in to me until his belly was pressed into my butt and his chubby thighs in to mine.
It felt amazing to be so full and I pushed back against him trying to get every last millimeter.
He drew back and thrust forward, his flesh making a loud slapping sound as he pressed into me, I pushed back, timing my thrusts to his and it got louder until the room was filled with the slapping, his grunts and my moans as he fucked me, my own cock continued to leak forming a pathetic puddle of pre-cum underneath me. I could feel he was sweating, I could feel his wet flesh press against me and I could feel it drip onto the flesh of my back above my skirt.
I craved it all, his sweat, his fat cock, his full balls swinging into mine, his too tight grip on my hips as he pulled himself into me again and again.
I forgot Goth was there watching, I forgot she existed as he fucked me. This was what fucking was, how it was meant to feel, I pitied anyone who hadnt felt this and never wanted it to end all while simultaneously wanting him to cum, to reward him for fucking me.
I didn't think I'd spoken since Ricky had dragged me off the dancefloor, nothing I remembered, but I asked him to "fuck me", encouraging, demanding, pleading in a small voice.
With a loud grunt he got his reward, his already thick cock pulsing, emptying himself into me. For a moment he stayed here, the dripping of his sweat onto my back sordid and delicious as his cock started to soften inside me.
He pulled back and I reluctantly let him stagger to his feet, pulling his trousers up as I watch, reaching to stuff his cock away.
"Let her clean it"
I remembered Goth, she was still there, watching, her face flushed.
He turned to Goth and then back to me, shrugging and stepping forward, presenting his cock to me.
I bent forward tilting my head up, swallowing his cock like a snake would and without my hand, he fit now he was soft and I carefully sucked the flesh clean from his and my filth and that of the two before him.
I did it looking up at him, wanting to show him my gratitude, wanting to be sexy, wanting him to remember this moment.
He reluctantly pulled away, his cock falling from my lips with an audible pop while Goth looked on with contempt and I smiled up at him.
He stuffed himself back in his trousers and left not looking at Goth.
When he was gone she stepped forward, grabbing my jaw in her hand and squeezing, holding me still.
"Did you like getting fucked by a pig, pig?!"
I got why she called me pig, shed seen the picture of me in uniform, but it seemed mean to call him pig and I had liked being fucked by him, but I couldn't speak with my jaw held like that.
"Don't worry faggot, there are plenty more cocks for you..."
She left for a while before coming back with another man and another and another, the pattern repeating until I lost all track of time as I was fucked again and again and again while Goth watched, her hand underneath her skirt or her fingers teasing a nipple through her top, her face flushed. They didn't all use my ass, some just used my mouth or would switch between.
I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. At some point I stopped remembering, overwhelmed by the relentless assault, maybe I blacked out.
***
The next thing I knew was alone, still handcuffed to the handrail, from the quiet I guessed the club was closed.
I didn't know how long it had been, but the drugs had worn off, leaving tired and sore and gripped by an almost debilitating sense of ennui and feeling of depression. I knew it was the after effect of the amount of serotonin and dopamine that had been dumped into my brain, that was now struggling without it.
I could hear jingling outside the door and a rattling sound, the door opened and a dumpy middle aged foreign looking woman was appeared looking back at me.
With a loud sigh she left, she didn't seem surprised, just a little annoyed that she would be cleaning it up.
She came back with a key and released me, she didn't take the cuff of me, just the handrail. I guess the cuff was my problem.
She ushered me out the bathroom into the corridor, on the door was stuck the picture of me in uniform, around it, crudely scrawled in lipstick were words, "FREE USE" "FAGGOT" "SLUT" and "PC FUCK PIG".
I pulled the picture off the door and shuffled back to the door leading to the main room, I found my bag and jacket in the booth where I'd sat with Ricky.
The cash was gone but the brick phone and my keys were still there.
I put the jacket on, knowing it did little to cover me and was very aware of my pantyless state under my now very stained mini skirt.
When I left I was surprised it was still dark, I guessed it was 4 or 5 am, the time when most people were asleep, too late for the night owls and too early for the early risers. I was grateful for that small mercy as I took the long walk home. I didn't go back to the safe house where I'd met Sam, I just wanted to go home. I got the spare key from its cubbyhole and let myself in, closing the door behind me, pressing my back against it and breathing out a long sigh, safe at last.
I got my reflection out of the corner of my eye. I turned to face the long mirror by the door, my make up smeared, my skin and clothes covered in stains, only the white coat still clean, contrasting with what was underneath.
I turned away, shedding my clothes as I walked to the shower, turning it on and standing under it, letting the water wash away the stains on my skin, knowing it would do little for what was beneath.
After I collapsed on the bed, as low as I had ever felt and slept dreamlessly.
On waking I dragged myself out of bed, the brick phone was by the bed and had a missed call.
I had missed check in, I text the number, not knowing if it belonged to Sam or someone else in her team. Letting them know I was ok and was submitting a report.
I opened my laptop and started the programme to submit the report and paused.
I had two choices, tell them what happened, they would look after me but I would be finished as a cop, if I was lucky they'd send me to a shrink and get me medically retired, but with my short service the pay would be terrible.
Or, I told them the sanitised version, that Ricky had made contact with the Caesar OCG and set up the relationship. It wasn't a lie, just an omission.
My addled mind relived what I was omitting. My brain hungered for the way I'd felt, the chemicals that had flooded it, unable to separate the euphoria of the drugs from the rapture of the sex. Igniting a craving for both in my psyche.
The op would be a success, teasing them with the promise of more information, they'd want to do it again...
I submitted the sanitised version and went back to bed, dreaming of my night undercover.
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"police",
"fem",
"crossdresser",
"drugs",
"non-con",
"blowjob",
"anal sex",
"creampie"
] |
Seaside Vacation 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/seaside-vacation-02
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Group Sex
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Note to readers: this story follows the characters we met in Seaside Vacation. Most of the story was set there, and I'm not going to waste much time in recap, so I would recommend reading that installment first. Then come right back, because this one is good too!
Erica stirred in bed early, around 6am. After looking at her watch to confirm the time, she tried to fight it for a few minutes. Reaching over in the bed, she found her husband John's warm body and scooted in, pulling her head up onto his hairy chest. Sometimes just listening to his regular breathing helped her mind calm down again and let her get to sleep. She closed her eyes and listened, and for a moment, her body listened to her.
That is, until she smelled coffee, and remembered where they were. Her eyes shot open, memories of the previous night suddenly returning to her in lurid detail. The satisfaction of climax. The noises coming from upstairs.
Erica sighed and shook her head internally. Had that really been real? Had they really had their "adult time" out loud, knowing that Emily and Tim were right upstairs? Erica was not someone who was familiar with the feeling of knowing someone else could hear her "doing the deed," and the thought of the previous night made part of her want to bury into the covers and pretend to be dead.
But another part of her was... interested. Aroused, you might say.
Looking around, she recognized the room of the chalet, with the wide open, doorless doorway. The room had been equipped for a barn door style door, but it was clearly not hung, leaving very little privacy, and leading to the events of the night previoius.
Of course, Tim and Emily started it,
she mused.
They were being quite loud. Loud enough to hear anyway. Loud enough that they probably knew we could hear them.
After several more minutes of trying to fight being awake, Erica finally decided to get up and investigate the smell of coffee. They had agreed with Erica and Tim the night before that both couples would get up at 7, so as to navigate the privacy situation appropriately. Yet, it seemed like one of them had certainly preempted it.
Slithering out from under the covers, Erica realized she had chosen just the slinky green nighty that John liked to wear to bed the night before, so she grabbed her robe from the open concept master bath before emerging from the bedroom space. Tying her robe and tiptoeing out into the kitchen, Erica found the source of the smell: a pot of hot coffee, freshly brewed. Pouring herself a mug, she looked around the downstairs, but didn't see anyone. She could hear Tim's sonorous breathing from the open upstairs loft, but didn't see any lights on. At first, she assumed Emily had brewed a cup and then went back to bed, but then she caught movement against the grey dawn light out on the porch. Sure enough, Emily was out there, cradling her coffee in one of the double wide rocking loungers. Deciding to join her friend, Erica went to the door and stepped outside. The cool air hit her harder than she expected. A damp breeze was blowing in from the ocean.
"Brrr," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Emily turned her head and smiled. "I know, I was a little surprised too, but I couldn't resist it. And I know we said 7, but... well... it seemed like it wouldn't make a difference. Its the morning on the ocean, after all. You don't get this every day!"
"True story," said Erica. She walked over and took the other half of the lounger as Emily scooted over to make room.
After enjoying the cries of the ocean birds and crash of surf in the distance below for a few moments, Emily looked over apologetically. "Sorry if last night was awkward for you, Erica. I know it kind of got out of hand."
Erica felt herself flush slightly, despite the cool morning air. Masking her reaction with a long sip of coffee, she thought about how to respond. Finally, she settled on, "Well, we did say we were going to be adults about it."
"I know," Emily responded, "but I really just mean to tease Tim a little. It wasn't my intention to make anyone uncomfortable."
"Sounded like you were doing a lot more than teasing him," Erica smirked.
Emily giggled. "Like I said, it got out of hand."
"Sounds like IT was very much in hand, for a while," Erica teased, holding her hand up and miming a blowjob.
"Oh, like you're so innocent," Emily reported. Then she struck a mimicking pose and repeated the words she had heard Erica moan the night before. "Ohhh, yeahhh, give it to me, Johhhnnn."
Erica rolled her eyes and then softened her voice to mock Emily with her own words. "I love your cum, Tim."
The two girls burst into laughter. Emily was the first to catch her breath. "Well, at least we made our husbands happy, clearly," she said.
"Not just our husbands," said Erica. "I had fun too. Really, I didn't mind it. Truth be told, I instigated our naughty time, not John. Although, truth be told, I think he got an eyeful of you from the bay window reflection when you were undressing, so that probably got him horny in the first place."
Now it was Emily's turn to flush. She put her hand over her open mouth. "Oh no, Erica, I definitely didn't mean for that. I promise, I didn't do that on purpose. I didn't even think about having the window there."
Erica waved off Emily's concern and patted her friend on the arm. "Oh hon, I'm not jealous. In fact, maybe I should be thanking you for getting him in the mood! Both of us, if you include your audio performance."
"Well, that wasn't my intention, but I can't say I'm unhappy with how the night turned out!" said Emily. "And to think, if the sliding door on the master suite had been where it was supposed to be, maybe none of this would have happened."
Erica stared out at the ocean. "That would have been too bad. Maybe its better we don't have it!"
***
John heard heavy footsteps on the spiral staircase coming down from the loft, and finally surfaced out of his deep sleep. He had just barely been aware of when Erica slipped out, but now he could smell the coffee, and it sounded like more people were up. Rolling over, he climbed out of bed and headed to the common area. Briefly, he considered throwing on a robe over his boxer-briefs, but then he saw that the hook was empty, and assumed Erica had taken it.
Once he entered the common area, he saw Tim, also in boxer-briefs, standing at the coffee maker, pouring a mug. "Hey, can you pour me one too?" John asked.
Tim turned and smiled. "Sure man, good morning."
"Good morning," John replied. Tim poured the coffee and handed over a mug him. Looking around, he asked, "Where are the girls?"
"Oh, I think they're out on the porch," said Tim.
Turning, John saw the ladies on the one of the porch seats out the bay window. "Ah, gotcha. Might be a little chilly out there for me just yet."
"Same," said Tim. He took a sip of coffee, and then gestured. "So, about last night man, I apologize if we made you or Erica uncomfortable."
John looked at him in surprise. "Uncomfortable? No! Far from it actually; I had a great time."
Tim laughed. "Well I heard that, and I mean, so did Emily and I, but I just wanted to make sure that it wasn't weird, especially for Erica."
Shaking his head, John responded, "No, in fact, she got pretty into it. I think hearing you guys made her pretty horny, and I'm certainly not ever going to complain when that happens."
"I hear that," Tim said smiling. "Emily really gets into some of that voyeur or exhibitionism stuff. We're not freaks about it or anything, but she likes dirty talking about it, and whenever we get a chance, she's all about it. I could take it or leave it myself, but she gets so into it that I don't dare say no."
"Yup, makes sense," said John. "Hey," he said, reaching out his fist to Tim, "put 'er there. Man-to-man, great performance last night."
With a grin, Tim bumped John's knuckles with his own fist. "Hey man, same to you. She really sounded like she enjoyed it."
"I think we both did," said John.
"All four of us did," said Tim.
***
Sunrise on the Oregon coast is beautiful, but it is an entirely different feeling than sunset. The light was much brighter, but the sun took longer to get over the range of wooded hills that stood to the west of the chalet, and as such it stayed cool for quite a while. As the morning went on, a damp, gray mist rolled off of the ocean, driving the ladies inside, shivering. John and Tim had been chatting over their coffee in the living room, but the girls' entry interrupted them.
"Woah," said Emily as she came in and saw both of them sitting in their boxer-briefs, "sexy man alert!" The statement was mostly directed at her husband, who smiled, but John was sure for a moment that she had glanced at him.
"Brrrr," said Erica, shaking and rubbing her arms after she shut the door behind her. "Its colder than it looks out there."
"Looks pretty cold from where I'm sitting," John said, looking at the eraser-shaped nipples poking obtrusive points into the robe she had wrapped around her.
"Oh stop!" Erica laughed. "Here, warm me up then." She plopped onto John's lap and snuggled into him.
"Yeah, make space," said Emily, wedging herself in beside Tim and pulling his arm around her. "Mmmm, that's better. Hey!" Tim's arm had snaked around her, with his hand coming to rest cupping her boob through her nightie and giving it a squeeze. Emily slapped at his hand a little, but when he squeezed again, she made a humming noise that suggested that she didn't mind it that much.
Erica had curled up in John's lap. As he watched Emily and remembered the intimate serenade from the previous evening, John felt himself start to respond to the curvier woman's interaction with her husband. Sliding one of his hands down to Erica's hip, he slipped his hand under the thin robe she was wearing and squeezed with only the nightie between them. Her head against his chest, Erica looked up into his eyes. Going with the feeling, John leaned down and kissed her.
Their kiss was slow and sensual. The feeling of her lips brushing his, the taste of her tongue lapping at his, and the feel of their intermingled hot breath stirred a hardening in John's boxer briefs. Kissing this woman always felt amazing. Without thought to their company, he slipped his hand under the edge of Erica's nightie and felt her smooth skin under his hands, pulling her body into his. She responded, pulling his head closer and raising her legs to rest them on the couch, ending up being cradled by her husband in his lap. John's firm erection pressed into her hip from below, and when his hand slipped between her legs, she did resist. She just gasped when his fingers touched her already slippery lips.
Across the room, Emily and Tim watched as the other amorous couple made out. It felt a little wrong to ogle their friends like this, but on the other hand, it was hard to look away. Tim's hand had playfully squeezed Emily's breast, but now he did it again. An awkward... or was it erotic... moment went by as they watched the other couple make out. Then, Tim pulled Emily even closer to him and kissed her. She melted into him, and gasped when his hand found her bare legs and snaked upriver.
For several minutes, the chalet was still apart from the rustle of clothing and the gentle sighs and gasps of the two couples intertwined with one another. Each pair was absorbed in each other, but still catching sounds and glimpses of the action happening across the room. Finally, as John finished teasing her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside her, Erica let out a high-pitched, desperate moan.
The noise was enough to make everyone suddenly self-conscious, and the two couples both stilled. When she opened her eyes, Erica saw John smiling a little sheepishly at her. Feeling the crimson edges of embarrassment creeping up, she darted a glance over at Emily. The woman's eyes were wide with humor, but Erica did note that her husband had his hand wedged between her legs as well. The two ladies' eye met, and they burst into a fit of giggles.
"God damn, girl." Emily finally said. "Having a little fun over there?"
"What can I say," Erica responded breathlessly, patting her husband's shoulder. "He does it for me. Not that the two of you are hurting things."
"I mean, we are both sitting here getting fingered by our husbands in front of each other, so I think the feeling is mutual!" Emily answered.
"Yeah, so much for privacy, I guess" said Erica.
"Its almost like we really didn't need to worry about the door after all," chimed in Tim.
"Well, thank god we're at least not doing it out on the porch like some mindless animals," John said. All four laughed, remembering the warning that the receptionist had given them the day before about deck sex.
"So, Em," said Erica, "what do you think, maybe instead of privacy, we should aim for discretion?"
"Oh, I like that new plan" said Emily. "What new rules - Oh!" She shot a look at Tim after he visible wiggled the arm submerged between her legs. The remonstrative look was meant with a shit-eating grin. Resuming, she asked, "What new rules should we have for this new policy?"
"We haven't done so well with rules thus far," said Erica "Maybe we just go with what feels good? Because I'm telling you this... feels... gooood." John's fingers had once again begun their movement, and Erica trailed off as she felt the sensations wash over her.
"We are on vacation, after all," John added after his wife trailed off. "There's no one here to tell us what to do."
"Or judge us for it," added Tim.
"You know, except the receptionist," said Emily.
All four of them laughed.
"Well," said Emily, disentangling herself from Tim and standing up, "if the new rules include no judgement, then I'm going for it." Looking at her husband, she reached under her nightie and slipped off her panties. "Tim, I need you to eat me out."
Tim sat up straighter and patted the couch beside him. John couldn't help watching his friend lay down on the couch and raise her legs, exposing her pussy to her husband, and to him. He'd seen Emily's tits through the reflection in the bay window the night before, but now he couldn't believe his luck in seeing her hike her nightie up and expose her lower half. Her pussy was bare and smooth, and from only a few feet away, John could see slickness glistening on the exposed edges of her lips.
Tim immediately knelt on the carpeted floor between her legs and dove in, lapping his wife's pussy in long, slow strokes, and causing her to moan. By now, this had drawn Erica's attention as well, and she and John stared together at their friends' erotic display for a moment. Then, she looked at him, and said, "I want that too."
John couldn't help grinning like Cheshire cat. His wife had never been the adventurous type, but this week was bringing out a new side of her, and he was enjoying it! Rearranging themselves, they ended up in a similar position to Tim and Emily, with Erica leaning back against the back of the couch in a half seated, half laying position, and John kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Now that his friends were out of his sight, John really set to work. He filled his face with Emily's red-tinged bush, inhaling the pleasant scent of her arousal. He loved the look of her bush anytime, but when she was turned on it carried that potent aroma that brought out extra arousal from him. Wrapping his arms around the outsides of her thighs and placing his hands on her belly, John held her in place firmly while he sucked and lapped at her wet lips and clit. Angling his tongue, he pushed it into her pussy and lapped along her anterior wall, eliciting a series of moans and pants. His tongue wasn't the longest, and he knew he wasn't really able to reach her G-spot, but she liked it anyway.
"Oh, god, John, that feels so good," Erica moaned.
Encouraged, John let go of her with one hand and brought his fingers to her pussy, wetting them with his mouth and then sliding two inside. Erica gasped at the insertion, but her hips pushed forward toward it. Returning his mouth to her pussy, John reached both fingers deep inside and curled them back, finding that little rough spot inside her that marked her G-spot. When he hit it, her body jolted.
"Oh fuck, baby," she breathed.
John kept going, gently massaging the spot with the pads of his two fingers as he moved his tongue flatly back and forth up and down her lips and clit. He had been hearing some moans and whispers from the other two, but as he continue to stimulate his wife, her thighs began to tighten on either side of his head, cutting off most of his hearing. He loved it. He could feel her body slowly tensing, her breath quickening, and her moans rising in pitch. Looking up, he feasted his eyes on her. This was his woman. He loved her taste, he loved making her feel good, and he loved how sexy she looked on the edge of climax.
"John," Erica whimpered, "I'm so close. Baby please. Please. Oh fuck. AAAAAAA!"
Erica's whole body clenched, tightening her legs on John's head in a vice grip, while her pussy spasmed in orgasm. Drawing on his many years of experience learning her body, John continued a steady, unchanging motion with his lips and fingers, rubbing her G-spot and sliding his wet tongue over her vulva, particularly her clit. As she came, John felt a rush of fluid hit his lips and chin and run down his neck and chest.
Erica's orgasm lasted for a while, even for her. When her body finally relaxed, John moved up onto the couch and gathered her in his arms. She kissed him passionately, tasting herself on his face, and grasping at his hard cock through his boxers. The couple had become so engrossed in one another that when Emily suddenly started crying out on the other couch, it started them a little. Looking over, they saw their friend's hips writhing in her husband's face. They watched Emily's orgasm finish, enjoying every moment and movement. When Tim pulled away, revealing Emily's bare pussy lips, Erica whispered in John's ear.
"Not just her tits that look good, huh?"
John smiled and winked back at her.
How lucky am I?
he thought to himself.
It took several moments for everyone in the room to catch their breath and return to the land of the living. When Emily finally closed he legs and sat up, she looked a little sheepish, but she giggled, which made Erica giggle, which made John and Tim chuckle.
"Wow," said Emily, still breathing a little hard from her climax, "I did not plan this morning going that way!"
"Neither me," John said, and the other two shook their heads in agreement. He continued, "But I do have to say, it has been lovely. Especially the last 12 hours."
"I'm not going to lie, I thought this week would be fun," said Erica, "but its blowing my expectations out of the water."
"Speaking of blowing..." Tim said, trailing off and waggling his eyes suggestively. The group laughed. Tim put his hand on his package, visible as a thick ridge in his boxer briefs, and continued, "Perhaps the men could be returned the favor?"
John saw Erica and Emily glance quickly at each other. His pulse quickened. Was this really on the table?"
"Well, hon, it IS a shame that they did such a great job for us and we haven't helped them yet," said Erica.
"Definitely," said Emily, "We wouldn't want them to feel like we were ungrateful."
"But let's both do it on that couch," said Erica, pointing to the larger one occupied by their friends. "I want to be closer to you."
Emily got up, trying to hold her robe wrapped around her partially nude body, and gestured to John. "Well, looks like that's your seat, John."
John looked at Erica and got an excited smile before moving a muscle. Old habit. He wasn't used to whatever this dynamic with Tim and Emily was, but he was not going to argue. Erica looked at him with a devilish grin. "Go ahead," she said.
Tim stood up to shed his boxers as the two girls moved around to their places, and John followed suit before he and Tim sat back down. It felt surreal, even more so than everything else that had already happened that weekend. Seeing Emily's body in the window reflection, hearing each other having sex last night, even sharing the private moment with their spouses just now, for some reason did not feel as unsettling as this. And yet, despite the discomfort, as John sat on the couch beside his friend, he felt a certain confidence. Like it was supposed to happen this way. It wasn't awkward. In fact, it felt...
intimate.
As the girls were moving around, Emily surprised everyone by pausing to quickly shuck off the remaining clothes she was wearing. Three pairs of eyes looked at her, and she shrugged at them. "I don't give blowjobs with clothes on," she said. Tim smirked, John smiled, and Erica giggled. Before John knew it, she was untying the belt of her own robe and casting it aside. A second later, the nightie she had been wearing followed.
Two naked women stood before the naked men seated in front of them. It was a bit difficult not to compare them. Erica was a redhead, and her complexion was correspondingly pale, with freckles scattered about her shoulders and chest, and her two lovely little tits poking straight out like white tents with pink caps. Emily was a much more typical brunette with blue eyes, but her tits were several cup sizes larger, and her areolas were much browner and more pronounced. Emily's curviness led sloped down in an hourglass shape, with gorgeous rounded hips and a completely smooth pussy. Her outer lips were smooth and full, hiding anything else behind them, although John noticed a trace of wetness from her recent pleasure. Erica, being a much thinner and leaner woman, did not have as much of an hourglass shape, but she maintained a gorgeous red bush, which John had the urge to touch again as he looked at it. It was like a little fire at the center of her sexy being, and it never failed to awaken something in him.
The two men seated beside each other were both athletic, and by the look of it, fairly well endowed. John was bulky and muscular with little body hair, while Tim was lean and cut, but had a lot more body hair, especially on his chest, belly, and groin. Tim's cock was standing at full attention, emerging from his trimmed bush like a stout building. It wasn't overly long, but it was significantly thicker than John's, which for a moment caused John a pang of the jealousy seated deep within the hearts of all men. He brushed it off quickly, however, and he knew his own equipment was not lacking. It stood tall and straight, with a flared head that had always garnered him positive reviews.
Many admiring glances were made in the space of a few seconds as people shed clothes and the four got naked. It only took a moment for the women to get on their knees in front of their men, clearly enjoying the attention and the naughty nature of how the morning was going.
"Alright," said Erica, taking her husband's member in her hand and blushing a little, "here goes nothing."
John started to smile at the humor that after all of this she was blushing, but that thought was choked off by the rush of sensations as his wife suddenly engulfed the head of his dick and swirled her tongue around the tip. He let out a low moan completely uncontrollably. Erica's head began rocking back and forth, taking in more and more and then sliding off, her lips griping him and her tongue wrapping itself back and forth.
"Ohhhh fuck," Tim grunted, as Emily began her own assault on her husband's cock beside them. Emily had opened wide, wet the tip, and then slid all the way down, nestling her nose in the forest of Tim's pubic hair and starting little strokes by nodding her head.
For the next couple of minutes, the chalet was filled with breaths, pants, moans, and whimpers. Every few moments, one of the girls would come up for air and share a kiss with their husband, and then dive back down. The men were clearly fighting for their lives against the assaults of their women on their manhood. Each of them breathed deeply and moaned and grunted, mostly focused on the blowjob they were receiving, but occasionally stealing glances at each other's wives as well.
John felt himself begin to lose the battle rather quickly. Erica was holding his long shaft in her hand and using her saliva to lubricate slow strokes, while she alternated between sucking and swirling her tongue. The sight of this bombshell sucking him off was never easy to resist, and in the context of everything that had happened since yesterday, it was overwhelming him.
"Erica," John gasped, reaching out and lacing his fingers in her hair, "I'm... I'm going to..."
Erica looked him right in the eyes and pulled off long enough to hoarsely urge, "Do it," and then went right back to sucking. That was all John needed. A flood of pleasure rushed through his body, and his whole frame went rigid as he roared. He came, spraying his seed into his wife's mouth in spurt after spurt. Erica held her ground, tasting his cum as it flowed over her tongue and swallowing it as she went. His cock jerked and pumped, and more and more came out until he collapsed in a heap on the couch.
When John's orgasm had started, Tim lost control. The sound of his friend's pleasure finally broke through the dam, and he grabbed Emily's head and pushed her all the way down. She wrapped her arms under and around his thighs, locking him in place in her mouth as he climaxed. He grunted over and over as wave after wave of pleasure sent semen shooting into his wife's mouth.
It was only a few seconds, but the effect was intense. Soon, both men were lying back on the couch heaving in breaths, almost dizzy from the aftershocks, while both women knelt in front of them, licking and swallowing the last remnants of their husbands' loads from their mouths. It was Emily who spoke first.
"Well, this has turned out to be a pretty fun vacation," she said.
Erica smiled back at her. "Yeah, and its only day 2 of 6!"
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[
"husband",
"married",
"wife",
"exhibitionist",
"vacation",
"friends",
"oral",
"cunnilingus",
"blowjob",
"parallel play"
] |
Alice Gives Nylon Guidance
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/alice-gives-nylon-guidance
| 4.2 | null |
Fetish
|
1
It's the positioning that starts it all first. Lying on your left side, mostly naked and on the bed. Knowing all is quiet and no-one around. And there it is, that little itch, that moment you know you have to respond to the craving to come. And the anticipation of how and what kind of journey that craving might take you on. Like a little, knowing surrender. And already, slowly, the left hand has found that nipple with strokes and is already getting hard! Flicking it gently brings a lovely, warm arousal! And is that my finger or whose? The mind wanders. What if someone came in right now. Nothing matters. There is only sensation. Every touch. The other hand is already caressing the smooth down at the small of your back and along the cleft of your bum and lingers as it feels your warmth there, and that nipple is singing! Lifting away, a finger searches out your mouth for saliva. Not for that nipple just now - that's already loving the attention. Instead it wanders up to your mouth and around the tongue til it's wet along its length and now out and down to the waiting valley of your cheeks, searching until it alights on your soft soft arse lips - there's a little twitch of the stiffening cock (or clit if you're lucky - whatever!) as slowly round and round that lovely waiting hole the wet finger glides. Oh! suddenly the tip is accepted and, the moment brings a sharp intake of breath. So soft. Such a rush of tingling as you probe a little deeper up to the joint of the finger. Now you find you can make small circles. But maybe it needs more moisture. Out it slides and to the open mouth. Curiously no scent! So then a quick lick of the finger and back. And again it's welcomed in. The circling is amazing as the gorgeous hole opens up into a cave of sensations. Each turn of the finger seems to find a wider and larger playground. Gentle touches trigger delights and then more anticipation of the next level. The next touch. And the next.
That cock is reaching out to be touched. Ooh and the shaft needs to be grasped and squeezed. The bulbous helmet swells with your grasp. And oh the little eye, that cum channel's mouth spills a little honey which you glide around your prick with the lightest of caresses. And oh, there, another offering of pre-cum to smooth around that swollen tip of cock. Now it must be at its fully pumped glory. You stand up and catch yourself in the mirror. And watch your thumb and finger grab the base of cock til it bends achingly upwards like the Amazon arrow! Knees shake a little. Now it's inevitable- the drawer, the secret place. The lure of nylon!
2
And there it is waiting in its seductive packet with the promo photo of an impossibly long, slender pair of legs. Those black nylons, waiting for your touch to be unfurled and rolled on and... up! -
It's all coming back to you now - that first time you went to the M&S counter and asked the sales assistant for some "guidance", I think the word was. She looked straight at me, and, was that a look at my jeans? She had a brief word with a colleague and glanced at her watch and with a smile walked round to the end of the tills and up to me.
"Do you know what leg size you are?" She pointed the way. I followed. And there we were - the lingerie section.
"I guess it's black you're after. Matte or gloss? And somewhere between medium and large?" She must have done this loads of times.
"Have you shaved?"
"Yes, but."
"Look, it's nearly closing. Stay here and I'll be back. See if you like the Autograph or the Boutique range - they match old school fully fashioned stockings, hold ups, thigh highs, knickers, suspenders - the lot!"
It's difficult to explain the events that unfolded, memory has blurred them into one gorgeous scene, after closing time.
The assistant was quick to usher me into a cubicle. Bigger than I expected. A short length mirror on the wall, a buttoned bench thing, a low chair and a full length swivelling mirror. She looks through my choices - perfectly art directed seduction. She turns to me.
"Don't sit down. Look in the mirror and part your legs a little!"
"Oh well, I was kind of expecting to try my selection, to put them on - but alone!"
"Well", she says "you can if you like, I can leave but I thought it might be your first time and you wouldn't say no to some guidance!"
I realise that all of a sudden she is now kneeling behind me. I don't know where to put myself!
"Stay still."
And then I see her hands creep round my waist and take hold of my leather belt. And she starts unhitching it.Then her right hand has found the buttoned fly while the left pulls it open. It pops open and I realise I am already getting stiff. She peels the denim down. My cock springs out.
"Commando! That will do nicely" - and her hand grabs my length.
I nearly fall over - put your hands on the bench. I turn away from the mirror. Hands down on the black plastic buttoning and then - well then I feel her warm face pressing into my butt.
"I'm Alice. Nice shave - did you do it?"
"Yes." I lied. Her hand moves under my butt to hold my balls and then through to the cock. I have closed my eyes.
"Enough of this, put the lace topped ones on." I turn round and can't help a twitch of the cock which Alice grabs and slaps from side to side with an Oooooh of approval. It is held tight, she sniffs me and then gives an approving kiss on the tip.
Now I sit on the edge of the bench. For the first time it seems so strangely automatic, as if already known, practised, but how? This is me, rolling up the nylons towards the toe. But, with an audience? My assistant follows me, bunching up the other one.
I lean over to the folded leg and roll on the lovely stocking pulling and stretching and then pull the scalloped black lace top up to my thigh.
"Give the strip of silicone a lick." She hands the other one to me and watches me glancing at the smaller mirror, I uncross my leg and start on the other. I stand up to look in the side mirror and Alice grabs my cock and pulls me towards her burying the shaft in her mouth. Taking it out, she spits in her hand and wraps it around my length. Ooooh God, I could come already! I have to look away at the door which is open now, and a tall blond guy is standing watching the scene with his fat cock tight in his grasp.
"You started before me, bitch!" he whines. And we both watch Alice as she takes her hand off me and lifts the pleated uniform skirt up so her naked cunt can receive her silky wet fingers which rotate around her clit.
Her head lilts back and her mouth opens wide. She's hardly in the room. Eyes tight. Her hand is only just moving over her clit. She jams her legs together against her hand and shudders. Her thighs open. Wet. Wet. Wet. I am amazed at her slow hand - it's almost more exciting than the hand job - the only thing in the room that's not franticly travelling towards the inevitable cum. She breaks into a wide smile and holding the base of my cock, guides it into her mouth and gives me a mock bite. She hardly breaks the pace of her hand on herself. Hardly aware of how close I am getting to release.
Now the watcher finally steps into the room.
"Nice bit of lace, mate." he blurts as he steps out of his black chinos. He takes his fat little tool over to Alice. Crouching he goes to lift the pleated back of Alice's skirt and rubs himself up her cheeks and then hunts been her cheeks towards her cunt.
"I'm busy, get off me!"
I keep wanting to come. This scene is mad. I love the hold ups so much and I can't remember the other items which seem to be cowering on the chair. Alice breaks into my thoughts -
"Are you a grower or a shower - I can't tell right now!" Alice laughs as she pulls me out from her scarlet lips.
"Come in my mouth."
That does it.
"You sure?" But her mouth is already full. I have burst onto her tongue and let out a shout.
"God I'm sorry- People will hear."
"No one's here." she laughs. And a little of me dribbles from the corner of that scarlet smile. I am looking at her face full on for the first time. She is flushed, and those red lips seem more pronounced, fuller, and I reach over and, yes, I kiss her. Her hand is no longer on her cunt but cradles me and holds my head tight as, oh, she gives my cum back!! Fucking hell! I had tasted it years ago when I could give myself a loving blow job. It was an amazing discovery then, curled up, hand bobbing my head down and down again. More, more.
"Come," she says "Let me sit on your face." She shows me the floor and I assume what I think she wants but no.
"Face the other way." She reaches a leg over me.
"They really suit you, those hold ups. Good legs."
And slowly her neat little arse comes into view and her wet coral cunt nestles onto my nose.
Her scent is utterly amazing and I want to believe I am hard again. She lets out a kind of purr. And slides up and down my nose, up to my forehead and tangles her neat pubes with my hair. She wriggles and gets quicker. She lifts away and I feel her hand on my prick which offers a last bit of cum which she smears onto her clit as she starts stroking again - inches away. She shudders. She sits back on my face and rides my nose and groans. Back up to meet her waiting hand which twitches around her button which I glimpse fleetingly as she bends right over and reaches forward to brush her neat breasts against my cock. I hardly have time to reach with my tongue for a second when she shakes and squirts out a stream of hot juice over my nose and mouth. Shaking again she drops onto my face and lets out a long sigh. And then the laugh as she drinks in the moment. I drink in as much as my brain can manage.
I have to go. I get up. Throw my jeans over my 10 denier legs.
I have to go.
She turns to the watcher. Lie down. Here on the floor. He obeys and her neat body straddles him. No she says gently and, between breaths -
"Fuck my arse, stupid." She settles steadily back on top of him. Uh oooh. She tastes her fingers and sucks hard on them. In the lingerie section she seemed quite plain. But here she is transformed.
"Go to the back of the store. There's an emergency exit. See you again?" I grab my man bag and as I rush through the store, shove the thin packages into it. I find the push handle and it flies open. And clangs shut behind me.
I am out.
Have I just woken from something?
What just happened??
OMG!!!
I never paid!!!
Or maybe,
maybe I did!!
|
[
"nylons",
"blowjob",
"face sitting",
"lingerie",
"squirting"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 13
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-13
| 4.28 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Yumiko kept her head lowered, her face hidden. Takeru was still trying to process the words.
She would 'keep his needs satisfied'?
Maybe she had been aroused by Takeru before, but he was the only man in town under seventy, other than her awful husband. And a crush was one thing, but they didn't need to act on it.
"You don't want... that," he said, his voice catching in his throat. "I don't..." He trailed off again, unsure of what to say.
He refused to picture it. If he did, and if he got aroused, nothing he said was going to hold much weight.
"If you're worried I won't be able to please you, I assure you, I know my role well," she said softly.
Takeru's mouth gaped and she went on.
"I know how to please a man. My daughters are both inexperienced in comparison."
"I -that's not the issue," he said, his eyes darting toward Mr. Koike in the distance, making sure he stayed out of earshot for this.
"I know of your needs," Aunt Yumiko went on, stepping closer. "I have seen your spent seed on the laundry. I have smelled it on you. It is a strong scent, Takeru."
Bile rose in his throat, the shame twisting in his belly, nearly doubling him over. And a blush flashed across his cheeks, hot and prickling along his skin.
"I saw how you enjoyed looking at me the other night. I heard you satisfying yourself afterward, from the doorway. I was pleased to hear you find relief. And that you slept so well."
"I didn't! I don't need that," he protested.
"You do," Yumiko pressed on, stepping closer. "Lying will not help the situation. You are a man. When you are not satisfied, you will look elsewhere, and it will be worse for all of us."
Takeru shut his eyes and forced the words out of his mouth. "I can take care of it. Of myself. I won't cause any trouble. I swear it."
"You will," she said, her voice rising louder. "I can keep my daughters away for a day," she said, nodding toward Mr. Koike. "But not forever, Takeru. Not for every moment. And is there nothing those girls could say or do that could distract you?"
His mind drifted to the pictures he had on his phone. Of Hana, and the heavy swell of her breasts. He remembered the long, slow stroke of her tongue against his.
"I thought so," his aunt sighed. "I made a promise, Takeru. A promise to my only sister. I am not easily dissuaded. I will help with your troubles. And, when my daughters act foolishly, you will respond with a clear head. You will honor my promise. Is that agreed?"
Mouth dry, Takeru simply nodded, hardly following.
"There will be nothing..." she searched for the right word. "Nothing improper."
That, at least, brought him back into the moment. Takeru raised an eyebrow.
"I am your caregiver and I am a married woman," Yumiko explained. "There will be etiquette to follow. I will only use my hands."
Takeru flinched, a hot pressure swelling along his thigh. His hands moved to cover it, but her eyes were quick. Her gaze rose slowly back to meet his.
"I see."
His paled, heat rushing through him. He willed his cock to go down, but it swelled thicker, straining the fabric. It pulsed insistently beneath his palm, a surge of pleasure flooding through him against his will with each touch.
"But," he grunted through clenched teeth, "what about Uncle? I think he's going to mind."
Yumiko turned away. "He has not... desired me as a wife in some time. Not since Miu was born. But I am married," she nodded, "and so we must have etiquette."
"Aunt Yumiko," he said, his voice tight, "I swear I am okay. Please. Please don't do this."
She shook her head. "It is already agreed. I know boys your age are... shy in these matters. I will take care of making a story."
"What?" he asked, breathing shakily.
"You will assist me in my shopping. I usually go alone, but I will have you accompany me instead, to help. I will say I have hurt my hand. I have not," she said, giving him a meaningful look.
"There are many vacant houses on the main street. After our shopping, we will go there, and I will relieve you. Will three times a day be appropriate?"
His hand was on a nearby branch, gripped around a ripe peach. Involuntarily, he crushed it to wet pulp.
"More?" she asked, her eyes widening with surprise. "You are quite young. I will have to think of another story in that case..."
"Aunt Yumiko, I swear... I swear on my life, you don't need to do this. I won't... I won't even talk to your daughters again, I promise. I can just leave."
Her hand struck out, gripping his cock through the shorts. She pumped the shaft in two hard strokes.
This time, he did fall, and landed on his knees, whimpering on the grass. But she didn't let go. Yumiko followed him down, the tight grip of her fingers, the warmth her palm pulling the soul from his body. His hips bucked, stroking into her, and he sank to the ground, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He reached a shaky arm for her chest. He caught the edge of her shirt and she slipped a step away, out of his grasp.
"You insist you have no needs, but with one touch and you have forgotten what I said." She sighed, tucking her shirt in tighter. "You are worse off than I thought. I'll have to think of more ways to make time."
The pressure of her grip lingered around his cock. He could still feel the ache of it. The need gripped him by the throat and everything else fell away. Her words were just distant, meaningless sounds. He crawled toward her, his nails digging into the earth, ready to pull her to the ground. He would rip the panties open with his teeth, hear the fabric snap. He could see the black hairs of her cunt already, the pink skin peeking through. He would mount her in the dirt, sinking his cock into that warm, wet hole, taking his pleasure.
Takeru bared his teeth, growling, and she moved backward a step, muttering.
He would leap up and take her. He would bury his face in her fat tits. He would paw at them as she screamed, begging for him to stop, then begging for him to squeeze harder. He could taste the fat nub of her nipple on his tongue. He'd grip one in his teeth and squeeze until the shriek carried over the village and her legs slipped open. All for him.
Yumiko stepped back another pace, and he grinned. The thought of hunting her down made his cock swell fatter. His tongue lolled from his mouth, imaging the taste of her.
He remembered her in the bathroom, watching her spread her legs open, all for him. He watched her pleasuring herself in his head. Saw her on her hands and knees, wet and hungry from the smell of his cum. She needed it. Wanted to be knocked down and mounted in the grass like a dog. His cock dribbled down his thigh.
"What would your mother say if you broke that promise?" Yumiko shouted, breaking through his fantasies.
Her voice trembled. The fear in it stroked a small little corner in the back of his brain. The part that needed to hunt. He could picture her struggling as he pumped inside her, fucking her tight, wet hole as she failed to fight him off. He rose to his hands and knees, crawling faster toward her.
"She will be sad, Takeru!"
Her words settled into him as he moved, throwing off the rhythm of his chase. His mother. A promise.
He pushed the thought away, raising to stand. And the thought of his mother came right back. He saw her face turn from confusion to anger and tears.
Takeru shook his head, and slowed. The frantic pounding in his chest slowly eased, and he finally stopped moving toward her. The fog cleared away.
"I'm sorry," he choked out, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
"You are as stubborn as Hana and Miu, Takeru! I am surprised at you, Takeru. You can't control yourself if you're too excited. If it were my daughters here, you would satisfy yourself with them instead, wouldn't you?"
He couldn't bring himself to lie. He looked away instead.
"Two p.m." Yumiko said, smoothing out her robe. "You will meet me at the market and help with the shopping. It was agreed."
She turned and walked away before he could protest.
Takeru leaned on a tree, staring blankly through the row of trunks. His cheeks still burned, clouding his vision. His thoughts refused to settle.
He sought out the kama and swung it ahead aimlessly, not caring what it hit. It slipped from his grasp several times. He didn't always realize it quickly. He went on swinging, on and on.
"Takeru? Takeru?"
The words sounded far away.
He turned, and Hana jumped back a step as he turned to her, the blade still in his hand.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice rough.
"I've been calling your name forever. Are you okay?"
He glanced down at the kama in his hand, surprised to find it there. "Am I?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Hey there, girl! What are you doing?"
Old Mr. Koike hobbled over, paintbrush wavering in his hand. "Your mother said you weren't supposed to come up here!"
"What? Why not?" Hana fired back.
"She didn't tell me to argue with you!" he snapped. "She told me to chase you off! Get away from here, girl. Go on!"
Hana raised a finger to argue, but jumped back as he flicked a brush of red paint in her direction. Ruby-colored droplets splattered across the grass at her feet. Koike cocked his arm for another shot, and Hana dashed off, throwing a terrified glance over her shoulder, muttering curses.
"Stubborn little thing." Koike spat, watching her go. "She'll be back. You chase her off, now, too, if you see her. Always trouble with that girl."
Takeru nodded hollowly.
"Don't make me chase you off, either," Koike warned, his voice serious. "Your aunt told me two p.m. sharp, so keep an eye on your watch. Said I'm to drag you down there myself if you didn't go. And I can do it."
The old man walked away and Takeru wandered off among the trees. As the time drew nearer, he headed down the hill, feeling like a man awaiting execution.
He saw her long before he reached the main road. Yumiko stood under the market's shade, holding a few bags in both hands. She glided down the steps and turned along the road without waiting for him to catch up.
They walked past a row of abandoned houses and down a quieter street. Finally, she turned a corner and stopped, gesturing to a small house hidden between its taller neighbors.
The door clicked as it slid open, releasing the faint scent of old wood and lingering dust from inside. The back windows were open to let a soft breeze in. Yumiko had prepared it well. She slipped smoothly inside and closed the door behind them. She ushered Takeru toward a small table, a crisp, white sheet laying over top of it.
Without speaking, Takeru went and stood beside it. His aunt placed her bags beside the door. She rummaged through one and slipped a pair of gloves out from it.
They were black and made of supple leather. The back of the hands and wrists were a delicate sheet of lace. She slipped them on carefully.
"Sit," Yumiko said firmly.
Takeru shut his eyes, breathed deeply, and sat.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"handjob"
] |
Legacy and Liability
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/legacy-and-liability
| 4.33 | null |
Sci-Fi & Fantasy
|
Sexual Investigations Book I, Chapter 3
Donna glanced sideways at the blonde gracefully sliding into the SquadCar. The vehicle smoothly began floating. Renata's dark blue shirt, shining mini skirt, and short black leather jacket were splattered with cum, pussy juice, and stained with sweat. Long tears threatened to make the garments unwearable, yet Renata maintained a certain regal composure. Donna had to admit her bearing somehow made the messy clothes work. Her eye was drawn by the patch of dark blue where Renata's heavy bra showed through a tear in her shirt.
That bra was one of the first subjects of her curiosity, after she'd subdued the transformed man. Renata had been rendered unconscious thanks to the intense pleasure of her experience, which gave Donna the chance for a little discreet investigation. Renata's thick blue bra had flattened containers built into the lining, and delicate holders for her nipples. She hadn't been sucking on her finger secretively throughout the day, she'd been drinking her own milk.
Donna decided that was very sexy.
She would have laughed, with good humor, at anyone else in Renata's state, especially when she knew exactly how it had happened, but the German woman still commanded an air of nobility and respect. It made her even sexier, yet still somehow unapproachable. Donna had even less cause to doubt her aristocratic origins.
"That was kinda rough," she said, glancing at Renata. After the cleanup crew arrived, they'd treated the other women, hauled away Nathan Darmeida, cleaned up the apartment, gave Renata and Donna an injection for the minor hypnotic agent in the tentacle monster's cum, and recieved their reports. Renata was quiet, saying almost less than what was needed, and insisted she was fine to the medics. After close observation, Donna decided that Renata was infuriated by what had happened.
Curiousity warred with politeness as the woman's silence wore on. Donna chewed her lip and said, "Have you seen anything that rough before?"
Renata glared at Donna, hardness in her green eyes. "Of course I have, Lieutenant Riggs."
Donna felt she'd been very patient with Renata. And very polite. But something she'd been thinking about since the apartment emerged, something that had been buried in the back of her mind beyond her obvious attraction to Renata, the danger of the situation, and the sheer erotic nature of the encounter. Donna, while appreciating the deadliness, relished such surprise encounters as a perk of her job, but that didn't mean she enjoyed being without a reliable partner. And Renata had proved herself less a partner and more a living fucktoy once the tentacles had claimed her breasts.
Making it clear she wasn't going to send the SquadCar off, Donna faced the blonde woman and said, "Alright, Lieutenant Deckholdt, this shit has got to stop. I think I've exercised great restraint even though I was tired of your bitchiness on day one. Now I really need to know what the fuck is stuck up your ass."
Renata's lips curled with disgust. "You dare speak to--"
Donna slapped her, not nearly hard enough to turn the woman's head. Renata's hand shot to her cheek and her eyes went wide. Donna said, "Shut up. You didn't even go for your weapon back there. Once that thing got a hold of those sweet fucking tits of yours you were out of it. Do you even know what happened? You didn't say shit to the medics and the cleanup crew. Okay, fine, you want some privacy. I'm starting to guess why. But as long as you're my partner I need to know if a woman is going to have my back, not a walking puddle just waiting to melt in the arms of the next creeper we come across."
Hand at her cheek, stunned to silence, Renata stared. Donna had the feeling no one had ever talked to her that way before, and she felt a bit proud of shattering that much ice. She hoped it didn't ruin her chances of getting into Renata's pants, but that was balanced with the thought that, had the monster focused on Donna, it would have needed only a small distraction to keep Renata dazed and out of the fight. They might have been in there for hours, or days, before Captain Hallster sent a team to check on her. Not that Donna would have minded, maybe a good solid week-long fucking by a tentacle monster would take her mind off Renata.
Donna drew a breath. "So, Lieutenant Deckholdt, what's it going to be?"
Renata's eyes narrowed as her hand fell. The tall blonde transformed her expression from shocked silence to a precise, stoic resolve. Donna sighed, thinking Renata was merely ignoring her outburst and running back to the safety of her firm presentation. Maybe she couldn't handle stress and simply buried it. That was just another reason to reject her as a partner. Captain Hallster wouldn't like it, but Donna wasn't going to lie about Renata's ability.
Renata said, "You're right, of course, Lieutenant Riggs. I wasn't of very much help, and we were lucky. You deserve to know more about my--" Renata chewed her lip "--my condition." Donna raised an eyebrow. Renata said, "My breasts are very sensative, ja? My nipples even more so. Related, I produce a rather large volume of milk. Constantly." As if to highlight that point, Renata twinned the small tube on her bra and sucked from it. Donna felt a throb shake her girlcock watching Renata drink her own sweet milk.
Swallowing, Renata sighed. "It's not a gene-fix. My body is entirely natural, and its going to stay that way. I won't sully myself with gene-fixing. The Deckholdt family avoids inbreeding but we have long valued our genetic purity. My mother was the same way, as was her mother before her, down many generations of our line."
"Fair enough," Donna said, surpressing the idea of being in a roomful of Renatas. "But you picked an odd line of work. Did you expect not to get molested here and there? We know what we're doing when we sign up for this shit."
Renata made a face.
You aren't cut out for this, Renata,
Donna had implied, and the woman heard those words clearly. But Donna savored the annoyance in the German woman's look, as she had the shock before that, and the slight contrition in her eyes as she talked about her lovely massive knockers. Renata was even sexier when she showed a little feeling. Donna tried not to look at her big breasts too much. Renata said, "Of course I knew. That was the whole point, ja? It is a right of passage for a Deckholdt woman to master her body. Unfortunately, my... state is even more extreme than my mother's, or any other Deckholdt before her. It's been difficult."
"Alright," Donna said. "Well, thanks for the honesty. The real question is, what are we going to do about it?"
"We? This is my problem, Lieutenant Riggs, and a personal one at that." Renata faced forward in the car and crossed her arms, as if that would end the subject. She said, "It's my responsibility to handle it. Alone, ja? I won't require your assistance. Besides, you just want to fuck me and that won't really help me very much, will it? Don't bother denying it, I've seen it in your eyes since you first laid them on me."
Renata's eyes were already forward, on the city, leaving Donna with a view of her striking profile. Her thick golden braid was loosened, wild strands spraying out here and there. A slow curve came to Donna's lips, giving just the hint of a wicked smile. She said, "Betsy, snack time. Nearest doughnut vendor." Her SquadCar gave a cheerful reply and zipped into motion, cruising alongside the city's heavy flow of traffic. To Renata she said, "Okay, you're right. I totally want to demolish that fucking fine bod of yours. Maybe that means I can't help you, but we're going to try. You're not staying at the station tonight. You're coming to my place. Ja?"
Glancing sideways with a raised eyebrow, Renata said, "If I refuse that would be considered kidnapping, Lieutenant."
"Hypothetically. Until I've heard an honest no, Renata," Donna said, smirking. "And call me Donna. If we're going to be partners we need to work together, build a relationship, know each other well. Inside and out."
After Donna had her doughnuts (Renata surprised her by eating two herself) the pair returned to the station. Renata and Donna strode across the shining dark marble floors and through wide dark blue/black halls with shining trims and soft white lighting. Floating robots managed pots and bushes, cleaned windows, brought people drinks and food, and generally maintained the building and its systems.
Donna smiled at officers she'd bedded, a number including most of the department's division for this district. She waved at Megan from homicide, one of her favorites. A willowy raven haired woman, she shook in such a wonderfully cute way when she came. She blew a kiss at David, a petty crime man that had a gene-fix for two cocks. He was fun. Donna saw a few people she knew from cleanup. Jason was a big man, all pure and proud of it (like Renata, Donna thought), who sure knew his way around a woman. The twins, Susan and Sally, worked in financial investigations. They weren't really twins, they'd been gene-fixed to match, and were more interested in fucking each other than anyone else, but they could make time for insistent diversions when pressed.
While Donna's friends and sometime lovers greeted her warmly, many eyes were on Renata as the foreign woman strode alongside Donna in tattered and stained clothing. There was some mirth, but a fair bit of lust. And envy. Donna could relate to that. Her own clothing was just as torn as Renata's but she looked like a used cheap whore (not a look Donna minded). The aristocratic woman somehow, with all those eyes on her, made not just a fashion statement but elevated her ruined clothing to regal dress. Donna whispered as they walked down a set of stairs, heading toward the evidence and examination sectors, "How do you do that?"
Renata's brow turned out a delicate frown. "Do what?"
A flick of Donna's wrist encompassed the entirety of Renata's tall striding form. "You make it look like you belong in those clothes, even cumstained and shredded."
Renata showed a small smile, one of the biggest Donna had ever seen, and raised her chin haughtily.
I'm growing on her,
Donna thought with no small joy and a throb in her panties. She decided breaking the ice so rudely earlier had been entirely worth the risk, personally and professional. Renata said, "A simple matter of a proper upbringing and discipline, Donna."
Donna shivered, her pussy slicking.
She called me Donna.
The door to the chemical examination rooms slid open and the pair walked in. The lighting was low, glowing from white bars along the walls, except where a man stood around a clear box. A second man laid inside, the focus of dozens of computers and small beams of light moving up and down his form. The man standing turned in their direction. He had short brown hair and a big muscular frame, wearing a white labcoat over his blue and black police uniform.
"What do you have for us, Matt?" Donna smiled warmly. Matt was one of her rarer lovers. Between his legs he only had a cunt, and preferred the company of men, specifically those with cocks. Girls with cock gene-fixes were a sometimes an acceptable substitute. Donna slept with everyone who was willing and spent no small amount of time trying to convince those who weren't. The medical technician had been something of a challenge but sooner or later everyone softened to her.
"Just like you, Donna," Matt said with a wry look, "to hop straight back into the thick of things. Did being stuck on petty patrol wind up your springs that much?" He glanced at Renata, eyes going up and down her body. His gaze flicked to Donna; she shook her head. Renata had no girlcock, so he was automatically not interested. Donna wasn't surprised when Matt turned his eyes to his work, though to Renata's credit his had gaze lingered on her massive tits. Whatever one's preference, Renata's breasts were an amazing sight to behold.
Touching a holographic screen, Matt said, "It's possible our man here didn't take this tentacle gene-fix voluntarily. He was jabbed in the back, here, just right of the left shoulderblade. There's a minor disruption in the musculature below that was retained after the formation of the extra limbs, that's how I found it. It's about three weeks old, near as I can tell."
Renata stepped around the large clear box in which Nathan Darmeida was laying. His skin was mottled in green and gray in places and many of his tentacles were still attached. Tiny white and blue robots were crawling over his skin, carefuly administering a medical gene-fix to correct his anatomy. Renata leaned down and examined the man. At his crotch the machines would have their work cut out for him, his cock had been transformed into six long tentacular tubes ending in bulbous cockheads. Cum leaked from the small orifices.
"I'm working on tracing the particular molecular mix," Matt said, typing with one hand on a holographic display. "And looking for the nano-type, but it seems the gene-fix has run its course. A lot of the bots are likely burned up, along with the gene-markers. It's been too long. If you want a better lead you'll need to bring in someone even fresher."
"That may be difficult," Renata said, straightening to look at Matt. Donna had to hold back her smile when the German woman crossed her arms. Her shirt was torn, so as the gesture pushed her breasts up a tear widened with a tiny, barely audible ripping sound. Despite that, Renata's hard look was unflappable, and seemed to say, "You need to do better."
Matt was quick to take the meaning, snorting. "I don't doubt it'll be hard, Lieutenant Deckholdt, but fieldwork isn't my concern. You bring me a fresh one, I'll get you all the juicy chemical and nano details. Unless you want to bend the laws of physics for me, which if you don't think it's too much trouble, you're certainly welcome to try."
"When will he be able to speak?" Renata said.
Matt walked around the case, touching a particular clear space. A diagram of the man's nervous system appeared. It looked considerably larger than what Donna knew a normal human possessed; she supposed it would have to be, to control all those tentacles. He'd had at least fifty growing off his body, more if she counted the slightly smaller ones that had replaced his cock. And he certainly knew how to control them, Donna recalled with a slight shiver in her cunt. Matt said, "It'll be a week or so until the bots are done cleaning him up. Then they psyches will get their turn. Might be able to see him before then, but that'll depend on what the initial review says."
"Thanks, Matt," Donna smiled. "It's a start. We know we're dealing with something more than a few gene-fix smugglers." Renata and Donna left the examination room. Outside she touched the small band around her neck, that held her contact to Castle Prime. She asked the central computer to run a department inquiry with particular details on Nathan Darmeida, his close associates, and, though she knew it was foolish, scheduled orgies in the district. Such sex parties were so common she'd have thousands of hits before the end of the day. But since it was a tentacle monster's basic MO to find and fuck a modest harem of a dozen or so people, it was prudent to at least try.
Commands issued, she thanked the computer and turned to Renata. "While the computers are chewing on all that I think we should spend time working on you." Donna smiled, seeing no reason to hide her ulterior motive. She wanted to get Renata naked and properly fucked as soon as possible.
"We have a case, Donna," Renata said, expression showing she knew what Donna really wanted. "Shouldn't we follow up on your inquiries? Your city's computer must be competent enough to give us a beginning. A man was transformed against his will and set on others and that may be happening to someone else right this instant. We do not have time to play around."
"Ordinarily, you'd be right," Donna said. She glanced around the wide station halls. No one was close. Donna brushed back her brown curls and leaned toward Renata, lowering her voice to a whisper. "But just between us, there's that personal liability. I think it's worth taking some time to iron that out, don't you? Especially since it seems we're going to be running into more of those things. Unless you're fine with our investigation being set back days or weeks each time we do." Donna grinned. "On second thought, imagine the fuckings we'll get. Maybe you're right, let's just go to it."
Renata flushed ever so slightly and her lips curled to the barest frown. Donna could see the long legged blonde wanted nothing more than to lash out, in that prim and proper way she had, and put Donna in her place. Except she couldn't this time because Donna was right. She tried not to let the obvious joy of that feeling show. Much. Renata's sensual lips pressed together. "Point taken," she said, crossing her arms. "Very well, Donna, we'll do things your way. But I warn you, this is no simple task. If that were the case I would have learned to control things years ago."
Leading the way to the department docking area, Donna called her SquadCar so it'd be waiting when they reached the platform. She had a wonderful bounce in her step, and could barely keep her eyes off Renata.
Finally,
she thought with a cock-stirring and pussy-wetting flush of victory,
I've got those sweet tits all to myself.
She wasn't sure she could wait until they reached her apartment.
|
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"police",
"futanari",
"female",
"investigation",
"milk",
"huge tits",
"science fiction"
] |
Confessions of a Sissy
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/confessions-of-a-sissy
| 4.16 | null |
Crossdressing
|
Confessions of a Sissy Crossdresser
Prologue: When I was young, I'd place ads in Craigslist looking for men who liked sissy crossdressers. I lived out my wildest fantasies a hundred times over. This is the story of some of those nights.
Time passed, months, maybe years, who knows, and the dress was gone and a just a beatup skirt and sweater and the Broadway bars were 8th avenue bars, but soon even these joints with their hustlers, pushers, pimps, queens and would be thugs kicked her out. LAST EXIT TO BROOKLYN, Hubert Selby, Jr.
It's a gravel parking lot now. The lake, in the back, where men used to have sex, is still there. The gay resort, and all the gay bars down the street, are demolished now. Crossdressing changed everything for me. I went from having no sex, to having as much sex as I wanted. In my 20's, my sexual exploits were almost too good to be true.
By my 30's, I knew I was never going to have a family. In my 40's, I didn't know what I wanted. I knew my femme life was almost over though. I didn't want to be saggy, wrinkled and alone in life. There are a lot of lonely and broken souls out there. On KIK, I started getting messages from a crossdresser named Taticd.
Taticd: Hey
Me: Hi, gurl
Taticd: Do you still want to dress together?
Me: Yes, if you do
Taticd: Ok. When?
Me: I don't know
Taticd: How about tonight?
Me: Okay
Taticd: Let's find straight guys
Me: Okay!
Taticd: Have you been to the Lava Club?
Me: No, never. Have you?
Taticd: Yeah, it sucks. All femmes. No men.
Me: Hun, we could walk around an adult bookstore
Taticd: Yes! That would be fun!!!!
Me: Which one?
After a few conversations, I stopped taking her seriously. Meanwhile, I'd venture out alone to one of the few gay bars left where I was surrounded by gay men. I'd sit there feeling out of place. Then, one summer night, after a thunderstorm had rolled by, I met Taticd at an adult bookstore near where she lived.
She was a beautiful Latina with wide hips and penny colored skin. She wore a flimsy red dress and fishnet stockings.
"Come on, let's find some men," she said pulling me into the store. There weren't many people there. A few elderly men, a lesbian couple, one young unattractive guy. We were in and out.
"Where are the straight guys?" she wondered. She looked like J-Lo, with her guitar shape and wide hips, if J-Lo was a tranny.
"The Sapphire Men's Club is a few miles away," I suggested.
"Yessssss, let's go, girlfriend!"
The parking lot was packed. I had on heels, thigh highs, panties, a brown short sleeve blouse and a brunette wig with red highlights. We went inside. Every table was taken. The Master of Ceremonies asked the crowd to clap for the ladies on the stage. Taticd whistled and pumped her fists in the air.
"Aye dios mio! Hot guys everywhere!" she exclaimed.
We finished our beers, so I went to the bar, for round two. I squeezed in to the bar shoulder to shoulder with two guys. A group of college guys crowded in behind me.
"The fuck!? A shemale? It's popping out! It's the size of a tootsie roll! Faggots! These weirdos have mental health problems!"
I paid for the beers and found Taticd sitting at a table with two men. I dropped off the beers and told Taticd that I wanted to walk around. Taticd pulled me a few feet away from the table.
"What's wrong? Do you like these guys? We can go back to my place. Find a guy! Are you okay? Find someone!" She hugged me. I walked around.
Throughout the bar men and women sat at tables drinking and laughing. I wanted to go home. I saw a stunning blonde dancer on the main stage. The way she moved her body was mesmerizing. Her body was perfect. She was having the time of her life and getting paid for it.
"My compliments," a male voice said.
He leaned against the wall. His hair was jet black. His shirt was open a few buttons, his chest was hairy, he had on nice slacks and a sports coat. He had a bushy moustache that curled up at the edges.
"I compliment you for coming in here dressed like that. Alone. That's very brave," he remarked, looking at my legs.
"I'm not alone."
"Ahhh, well. You look like you are."
"My friend is over there talking to some guys."
"You're either very brave or very crazy."
"Yeah, well, probably a little of both."
"In college, I wasted sixteen weeks of my life in a philosophy class. I can admire the sex appeal of breasts and contemplate how meaningless existence is simultaneously. Life is a series of random events. Schopenhair, a depressed German philosopher, concluded the human condition is an endless cycle of desires and pain. And why would Schopenhair lie?" he mused.
I let the silence linger for a moment.
"Well, you pull it off exquisitely. You look amazing. In a room full of attractive women, you manage to stand out."
"I'm not a woman."
"That is a matter of opinion."
"I'm a guy in drag. Turn the lights on and it's Halloween."
My attention was elsewhere. I watched the dancers.
"You are as beautiful as she is."
"I could never be that hot."
"How is she any different that you are?"
"She doesn't have a dick."
"You are getting hung up on body parts. You try harder to be feminine. She only works here to get OnlyFans subscribers."
He turned me around so that my back was facing him. He grabbed my butt cheek, squeezing it, fondling it, making it bounce around.
"There is nothing she can do. That you can't do. My house is not far away. I have beer and wine. You can stay all night. The root of all suffering is unquenched desire, my dear."
A song ended, the MC urged the crowd to applaud for Misty, Kaneisha and Bethany. Three new ladies came on stage.
"It's weird. I sometimes feel alone in a crowded room. I don't want to be alone tonight," his hand caressed my butt.
I circled around the smokey room. I came around the main bar, where dancers were sitting on a bench by a door that led to their dressing room. They watched me walk by. I came around to the table where Taticd was sitting with three guys.
"Hey!" Taticd said.
"Hi."
"Mira, es muy lindo!"
"What?"
"This one's for you. Come on, we're leaving!"
"Right now!?"
I caught up with them outside. "Can I talk to you?" I asked Taticd near her car. She blurted out a mix of English and Spanish. A guy came up behind me, "Hey, what's up?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied. "I'm Colton," he smiled. We shook hands. He was basketball player tall with a frat guy college look.
She lived a few miles away. Taticd and the two men went into the bedroom, leaving Colton and I in the living room. The bedroom door was open. He went to the kitchen, and came back with two beers, he handed one to me. We heard sucking and slurping sounds from the bedroom.
"So, how long you been doing the chick with dick thing?"
"A few years."
"Are you looking for something tonight?"
"No, not really."
"Wait. You aren't looking for a good time?"
"I don't know."
FWAPP, FWAPP, FWAPP. "Ohhhhhyyeessssssss, Papiiii."
"Whatever. I can leave if you want."
"No, no. I'm sorry."
He kicked off his sneakers. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, let it all drop the floor. He grabbed his cock by the base, helping it get firmer.
"Why do you like being a chick?"
"It's hard to explain."
"Well, try."
Spanking noises came from the bedroom.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Yeah, right. You like being fucked?"
"Yes."
"Does it feel better dressed like a chick?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Why do you care?"
He put his hand behind my wig and pulled my face down onto his cock. I opened my mouth, it slide down my throat. I bobbed up and down on it a few times, then stumbled back to the chair.
FWAPP, FWAPP. "Ohhhhh fuuukkyeesssssss, Dame mas!
"Hey, I'm sorry about my friends."
"Huh?"
"At the bar. My friends."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Those guys that laughed at you. They called you a faggot. A bunch of assholes. What's wrong with being a faggot? Some people are born fags. You can be a faggot if you want to be a faggot."
FWAPP, FWAPP, FWAPP. "I'm gonna cuuuuuuuuummmmmm."
He pushed me down onto his cock again. I gave him head for a few minutes then sat back on the couch. It was almost more than I could fit in my mouth. He lifted me to my feet, so that he could slide my panties down my legs and toss them away.
"Do you have any KY?"
"Can we talk first, please?"
"You don't wannna to talk. You walked into a strip club dressed like a whore. Where is the KY, slut?"
"In my purse."
SMACK, SMACK. "Mas duro, Papi! Me encanta!"
He smeared KY jelly all over his cock and sat on the couch. I stood nearby, knowing what he wanted, knowing what would happen next, but not feeling in the right mood to do it. He stood up, reached out to my hand, and tugged me over to the couch. I got on top of him.
"You look like a real girl."
"I'm a guy in heels and a wig."
"A tight hole is a tight hole."
He worked the tip of his cock inside my butt hole. With one powerful thrust he was deep inside me. He pulled me in for a kiss. He stuck his tongue down my throat. I was doing the same to him.
"Slut!"
He held my hips while he was fucking me.
"Faggot!"
He pumped me as hard as he could.
"You love fat cocks!"
I hung onto the back of the couch. He pulled me in for another intense make out session while pile driving my hole.
"You're my bitch now!"
He was stretching me out.
"Tell me you love it! Say it!!"
"I-I luuuuuvvvvit," I whispered.
He put a small bottle in my face, with his right hand.
"Do a hit."
He pushed the bottle under my nose.
I resisted.
"Take it!" he screamed.
I put the bottle under my nose and inhaled. It hit me immediately. I got dizzy. I was sinking in a pool of water. A warmth swirled through my body. My muscles went limp. I saw only black.
He grunted and groaned, like a deranged animal, pumping me as hard as he could. His voice was mechanical like a nightmare.
"TaKiNG iT Up the aSS!"
"Stooooooop."
He was tearing me in half.
"tEaRiNG THaT aSS Upp!"
"Godplzzzz helllpmeee."
His fingers clawed at my blouse.
"Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhhhh fuck."
He was glazed in his own sweat. For some reason, I felt like I was in control, I owned him, not the other way around. He grabbed my hips, making me take every inch. He climaxed in ecstasy and slumped against the couch. I tumbled off the couch to the floor.
My vision came back. Near the bedroom door, Taticd and both men, were staring at me. Taticd ran over. "Oh my God, are you okay? Get her some water," Taticd helped me up. "He fucking loved it," Colton spat. "I'll be in my room, honey, if you need me," Taticd said softly. She walked back to her bedroom. The door closed behind them.
"I saw you talking to that guy. Teasing him!" he seethed. "You'll remember me forever. You're addicted to cock. Getting fucked is all you are good for. Don't catch AIDS," he taunted. He stormed out. I sat there in the darkness. I loved wearing that brown blouse with the buttons on the sleeves, it matched my wig so perfectly.
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My Coach's Cock
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/my-coachs-cock
| 4.38 | null |
Interracial Love
|
I'm a new teacher, Ms. B, in my 2nd year at one of like 2 high schools in the small town I've lived in for half my life. The same high school I went to and graduated from. Now I work with the same teachers that taught me just a few years ago. The same English teacher I used to cry to about my high school boyfriend while she tried to grade papers. The same history teacher I now can't stand. And the same volleyball coach that used to run all of my workouts. I wasn't quite as fond of him then. But now...his thick, muscular, solid build and stern face makes my body crave him.
His smooth deep brown skin and thick solid arms never fail to make me blush in the those same hallways now. He seems to have the same affect on most of the young teachers based on the rumor about him being a man-whore fucking half the teachers at the school. He was single after all...and we all wanted to be the one in the receiving role of that rumor.
To Coach, I'm a just a new teacher in my 20s. And my new coworker...is around 56 and still has this sexy dad/coach build. His stomach is a little bigger, and his waist is definitely not what it used to be, but his arms are thick and strong looking. He has this like swag when he walks that I just can't stop thinking about. He wears track suits or basketball shorts every day and a thin gold cross chain and his whistle. And my classroom is right by the weight room and gym. We started with just having polite conversation in passing and then I locked my keys in my classroom in accident. He had to come let me in and when he did I asked him if he'd get a couple boxes off of my top bookshelf for me. I sat down at my desk and turned my computer on and he had walked over and leaned down with his hand on my desk and asked if he could do anything else for me. I panicked and said no, thank you and then got up and rushed out of the room too nervous to do anything.
After that he smiled more and more and winked a few times and I just kept feeling myself get hot and wet at the thought of passing him in the hallway. This went on my entire first school year and nothing happened until last week and I'm so fucking turned on and I want more...
About a week ago I needed him to unlock the building and my classroom on a Saturday for me to do a lot of very last minute decorating and organizing. I used my best pouty voice on the phone when I called to ask him to give up his Saturday morning to come to school early. Though I didn't have to beg much as he pretty quickly said he'd let me in and said he didn't want me alone in the building while the construction guys worked on the other hall which I appreciated, more than I knew I would.
I pulled in the parking lot and realized there were still a lot of work trucks from the renovation of the weight room. I'd worn my shirt flirty little tennis skirt and athletic halter and my hair in messy braided pigtails hanging loosely and framing my face. I'd very intentionally neglected to wear a bra so my perky nipples were really demanding attention to any man I came across. And suddenly the thought of being alone in my classroom while a dozen construction guys worked on the weight room right by my hall became the most terrifying and exciting thought to drift into my filthy and overly sexual mind.
I didn't have to be alone in that daydream for long as Coach Mac snapped me out of the trance I'd been in as I watched the workers carrying supplies to and from trucks as I walked up to the doors of the school.
"You think they're givin' it to half the teachers too?"
He caught me so off guard by pulling me out of my daydream but also by making a joke about the rumors about him that I had no idea he knew. And because the way he said it was so low deep and sexy that his voice alone made my pussy throb against my lace thong.
As we walked down the hall I could see him licking his lips and watching my ass sway in the reflection of the trophy case. I'm fairly certain I even saw him rub his crotch. I would have assumed I was delusional until about 5 seconds into being in my classroom when I realized how much I was about to be used up.
Coach put his hand on the small of my back to gently move me so he could get to the door and unlock it...I was frozen and excited like an innocent naive school girl at this point. He confidently walked in my classroom, sat in my desk chair and leaned back and spread his legs like a comfortable guy position in his ball shorts and I needed to fuck him so bad in that moment I don't know what came over me.
I apparently had been staring and the coach just looked at me and patted my desk and I obeyed like a dog...I imagine he's been smooth his entire adult life and I know I've heard rumors of him fucking teachers....mostly the ones we all started and ran with...and I definitely was testing how far I could go with the flirty conversations in the hall.
Coach left nothing to the imagination and no time to be wasted as he sat, legs spread wide, shorts tight around that fat, thick cock that's already starting to get noticeably fucking hard I'm already dripping.
"Get over here, bitch," he says like I'm already his property.
I didn't think. I just did as I was told and climbed up on the desk, my short little tennis skirt fell around the tops of my thick thighs and the thin little shorts attached were hiked up between my ass cheeks making my pussy lips engulf the shorts and reveal the camel toe created by my fat pussy lips.
"Look at you, pretending you're innocent," he growls. "But I know that nasty little cunt's been soaking for me. You've been dripping all year, waiting for me to fuck you stupid."
He presses his mouth right on my pussy over my shorts and my thong, his warm breath and wet lips sending shockwaves through my body and making my roll my hips and arch my back pushing my tits out as I rolled my head back.
"Mmmm, thats a good girl, get ready for me babygirl" he moaned in a low controlled voice as he moved his hands up to the top of my skirt and pulled it off with quick intent.
I made a cute little surprised moaned and had to control myself to not just thrust my dripping pussy at his face and pull his head into me...
The control didn't last long as his own primal lust drove his mouth between my thighs like a dog in heat ready to lap me up with his demanding lips and a tongue that was so hungry for my needy fat little pussy. His tongue drags slow, torturing me, making me tremble...And then he sucks each pussy lip into his big sexy lips one at a time like he was savoring the taste.
"You like that, don't you? Little slut." he said with a low almost evil smirk.
"Yes Coach Mac...please don't stop..."
He looked up at my from under his eyelashes with my pussy juice already glazing his sexy dark skin, gripped my thighs, and said "I'm about to get exactly what I want from your young sweet little ass, Ms. B, and you will thank me after."
"Yes Coach Mac" I whimpered almost pleading him to just fucking keep going.
He pulls back, eyes dark with obsessive need. He spins me around, bends me over the desk, and smacks my bare ass hard forcing a yelp of pleasure and pain from my mouth.
"Fuck you've always been a nasty bitch. I wanted to ruin this sweet little pink pussy for so long. You better be worth it, you worthless fucking cunt."
Then his cock presses in, thick and slow, stretching me tight until I'm gasping, nails digging into the desk.
"Take it, tight little fuck toy. This pussy's mine to ruin. I've waited patiently and I'm not going easy until I fill Daddy's good little bitch up. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." I whimper...pleading silently for him to fuck me hard and fast and send me over the edge.
He pulls out and teases the lips of my pussy again and wraps my braids around his fits and yanks my head back to see him looking down at me and growls "Yes what..."
"Yes Sir...Yes Coach Mac...take what's yours." I whimper like the obedient bitch I wanted him to make me.
He chuckled another evil short laugh before he said "Good girl" and slammed into my soaking wet tight pussy so hard that my tits slapped the desk making me cry out.
He fucked me hard and deep, every slap of his hips on my ass making me wetter, louder, more desperate.
"Mmm you like this, don't you? You little bitch, all used up by your old coaches thick black cock."
"Yes! Oh fuck yes please daddy...please sir...please give me more!"
Coach pulled me off of his massive cock, thick enough that I swear I thought it would get stuck in me, and drops into the chair. spreads my ass cheeks and buries his tongue deep in my asshole.
"Oh holy fuck yes!!! Please please let me cum!" I yelled out, not caring who could hear us from the construction team I hoped was listening.
He rimmed and tongue fucked my asshole until I was right on the verge of a massive orgasm and he stopped and said "I didn't said you could cum babygirl, bounce for daddy like the desperate little whore you are. Show Coach how bad you need this cock."
I immediately began to twerk my thick fat ass on his hard big black monster of a cock. Bouncing so eagerly that my heels lifted with each jump.
"Oh yessss!" I whimpered and cried pathetically "Yes yes yesss oh Godddd!!!"
I felt the huge wave of my first orgasm rush in and send electricity through my entire body radiating from my pussy that was now squirting and causing my legs to shake.
Coach moaned "oh fuckin hell yes baby girl soak that thick cock" and then grabbed my tiny waist and slammed my still dripping wet pussy down onto his cock hard enough that I thought he might rip me in half.
He slid into me as deep as his cock would go with both hands gripping my body like a fleshlight a few times as he grunted and then let out a snarl as he pulled me down onto him so every inch was inside me.
He let out a breathy growl like a primal creature as he shot his thick hot load into me making my body ride another massive wave of orgasm.
He pulled my back onto his chest, wrapped an arm around my body and put the other around my head to grip my forehead from behind a he breathed into my ear "I own you now, sweet girl...say thank you sir".
Shivers went down my spine and my toes curled as I gasped and breathed "yes sir...thank you sir..."
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The Sex Cruise
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-sex-cruise
| 4.76 | null |
Group Sex
|
Friday, May 23
"I don't know what's wrong with me lately," Alicia Simmons said as she refilled the two empty wine glasses that sat on her coffee table, one for her and one for her best friend, Mandy Parker.
Predictably, it had not taken long into their traditional screening of 'Pitch Perfect' for the conversation to drift into sexual territory.
"Don't be so hard on yourself. It's almost inevitable for sex to get less exciting with your husband," Mandy assured.
Alicia had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back. She had the kind of curves that filled out her yoga pants perfectly. Her impressive bubble butt was her signature, the reason that her husband Adam and every other guy couldn't help but stare.
Thinner, with a patented no-nonsense attitude, Mandy was the edgier counterpart to Alicia. Her brunette hair, always styled with a touch of rebellion, underscored a street smart sensibility and hinted at her history of more colorful sexual experiences.
"I know... the sex is not bad, but it's just... the same. Every time... I keep thinking about how wild I felt that night, you know, for his birthday. I want that feeling again."
"You mean when we found his secret buttsex porn collection and you ended up giving him your anal virginity a week later? Oh, I remember. You practically glowed for a month."
(Author's note: If you'd like to read more about this, check out 'The Birthday Present')
Alicia rolled her eyes but failed to suppress a smile.
"I want to feel that again. The nerves, the excitement..."
"So, how are you going to make that happen?"
Alicia squirmed.
"C'mon, Alicia. I can tell you have something in mind."
"Okay, fine... I keep having this fantasy. About... swapping. It's so hot in my head, but I have no idea how you'd even start something like that."
"You mean swinging?" Mandy said, matter of factly.
"Yeah... I guess. But, like, with Adam."
"What do you mean?"
"I keep thinking about how sexy it would be if Adam's eyes were on me while he was with another woman and mine were on him while I was with another man."
"Really? When did you get so kinky?"
"Shut up..."
"Wait. You're not about to ask me if I'd sleep with Adam, are you?"
"No... I mean... maybe? Would you if I asked?..." she said, uncomfortably.
"No... it'd be too weird, Alicia. You're my best friend. That's not a smart line for us to cross."
Alicia fidgeted. She was starting to feel embarrassed admitting this fantasy.
"But..." Mandy softly offered. "If you and Adam were strangers? I would in a heartbeat... You need a way to make it not awkward."
"How would you ever make something like this not awkward?"
"Well, if I was serious about swapping, I'd try one of those adults only sex cruises? Those get pretty wild."
"A sex cruise?"
"Think about it... Everyone's there for the same reason, and you never would see anyone again. Way more anonymous, way less awkward."
"I don't know..."
"Do some research," Mandy said, coyly. "You might be surprised by what's out there... Now, can we watch the movie?"
Saturday, May 24
Alicia finally gave in. She reached for her phone and typed 'adults only cruise' into the search bar. She didn't expect anything more than a few trashy message boards and a poorly made, ad ridden website.
Instead, she was met with images of luxurious ships, gourmet dinners, and beautiful women in risque bikinis partying near picturesque pools.
She found stories of couples seeking exactly what she desired: the illicit thrill of watching and being watched.
Then she found testimonials:
"We've never felt closer as a couple..."
"The freedom to explore without judgment completely changed our dynamic..."
"We came home with stories we'll never tell our friends, but that we will always whisper to each other for the rest of our lives."
This wasn't fantasy, it was real. And discreet. And safe. She could dip her toes into it without risking her entire life exploding in embarrassment. If she asked for it.
She bookmarked the most promising site.
Tuesday, May 27
"Hey, love. I've been thinking about our anniversary," she began, trying to sound casual as Adam prepped their dinner.
"Already? Isn't that months away?" Adam asked.
"It is. But this year is a big one. Ten years on August 17th."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Adam said, seasoning the fish.
"What if we did something different this year?"
Adam looked up. "You mean not just dinner at East Moon?"
Alicia's nerves were attacking her stomach. "Yeah. I was thinking maybe a cruise."
"Sure... that would be fun. We haven't taken a cruise since our honeymoon. Any idea where?"
"Well, our options might be limited... this would be a little different than most... I was thinking about an adults only cruise."
"Oh, good call. Do you remember that Swedish couple with the twins in the cabin next to ours? They were super nice, but those boys were screaming every morning at 5:30."
"Adam, do you know much about these kinds of cruises? They're... a little wild. Some couples go to, you know, spice things up."
"Ooohh... like what? A topless deck?"
"No, they are a little more wild than that. They are catered to couples who want to explore. With themselves and maybe others."
Adam started to catch on.
"Wait... Are you saying you want to go on a sex cruise for our anniversary?"
Alicia shrugged. "I just thought maybe it would be fun to try something new. We can enjoy each other and decide if we feel like trying... some new things."
"You're serious?"
Her face told him that she was. "I want to feel that thrill again, Adam. Like I did on your birthday a few years ago. I want us to try something that scares me a little."
Adam leaned against the kitchen counter.
"Well, what do you think?"
"Do you really think we'll find some hot couple who wants to, you know, with us?" he said, a little shyly.
Alicia smiled back. "Maybe. We'll never know unless we try."
Wednesday, July 16
"Adam, are you still sure about this cruise?" Alicia asked her husband.
"Yeah...I get more and more excited about it everyday... It sounds like a ton of naughty fun. What about you?"
Alicia frowned.
"You're having second thoughts?"
"The fantasy is still hot... red hot... I just keep picturing us surrounded by these perfect, gorgeous, experienced swingers. What if we're the ugly, awkward newbies that no one wants to talk to?"
"You're being a little crazy. The whole ship's gonna lose it when they see your incredible body."
"Really?"
"Yes! You're going to be fighting horny husbands off... I'm the one who should be worried. I'm just a boring 38 year old guy with a dad bod."
"Oh, you're going to be fine, Adam."
"Just because I've somehow charmed you..."
"Oh hush... Mandy said she'd fuck you if she met you on a cruise like this," Alicia blurted out.
"What? Really?"
"You can never tell Mandy I told you that."
Adam agreed he would stay quiet. But his wife's slip up was quite the confidence booster.
Friday, August 15
Day 1
The terminal buzzed with couples wheeling luggage. Alicia nervously adjusted her sunglasses while Adam stood beside her.
When they finally boarded, the cruise ship looked surprisingly normal. Marble floors, smiling staff, one of which handed each of them a welcome drink.
"This doesn't look like a sex cruise," Adam said.
"Don't jinx it," Alicia anxiously replied.
They checked into their cabin. It was small, but cozy. There was a balcony, a queen sized bed, and a wall mirror.
On the desk was a sleek black envelope - 'Welcome to the Aphrodite Voyage'. Inside the envelope were two access wristbands and the itinerary for the week.
Adam read aloud:
"Clothing Optional Deck, Themed Party Nights, Tantra and Touch Workshop... Okay, now it feels real."
He set it down and began to unpack. Alicia picked it up and found this evening's featured listing: 'Erotic Masquerade Mixer'.
An hour later, Adam and Alicia ventured out of their room and explored the ship.
It became crystal clear that this was not a typical cruise.
They walked past an attractive woman wearing a sheer black cover up - and nothing else beneath.
"Okay... this is different," Adam said, soberly.
A couple walked past them wearing collars around their neck, t-shirts that proclaimed 'His / Hers (For Tonight)' and g strings that did the bare minimum and left their ass cheeks completely exposed.
Alicia sipped her drink a little too fast. "It's like everyone here is just so... free."
A curvy redhead sunbathed with a frozen drink. Her impressive breasts featured pierced nipples that glinted in the sun. She caught Adam's eyes peeking and winked.
"Is it just me, or is everyone on this ship unbelievably attractive?" Alicia said, almost defeated.
Adam grinned. "You included."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Shut up."
By evening, the ship had set sail and the crew transformed the main deck for the Erotic Masquerade Mixer. Back in their cabin, Adam and Alicia were getting dressed for the party.
"Adam, this party tonight... I'm not sure," she nervously admitted. "It sounds so wild... What if I freeze up?"
"I know it's a little crazy and I'm nervous too. Let's at least go feel it out."
"Okay."
Alicia slipped into a tight burgundy wrap dress. It highlighted her cleavage well, and the short hem tightly hugged her ass. She chose a very feminine looking black lace mask that framed her blue eyes.
Adam wore a dark tailored suit, black button up shirt, sans tie and chose a sleek black domino mask.
The deck pulsed with house music. Alicia sipped her drink and peeked into the crowd.
To her left, a red masked brunette straddled her partner, her yellow lace panties unashamedly on display for the party as she rubbed herself on his thigh.
To her right, a couple in silver masks danced, his hands sliding under the hem of her mini skirt to cup her ass, drawing plenty of stares.
Then she saw it. At the bar, a man's eyes locked on her swaying ass, his gorgeous partner whispering in his ear, her hungry eyes meeting Alicia's.
'Oh my God, they want to fuck me', she thought. Adam noticed the same horny stares. "See, I knew you'd have plenty of admirers..." he teased.
Adam and Alicia found a quieter space on the edges of the crowd. While they slowly nursed their drinks, Alicia wondered if her husband could sense her strange feeling.
She was so aroused, but too nervous to do anything about it.
"What do you think of them?" Adam nervously pointed toward a couple in their thirties. A blonde in a leather corset, her breasts nearly spilling out, while her partner's eyes devoured Alicia's ass. "Pretty sure they're interested."
Alicia blushed. All the attention had her soaked, but she still wasn't anywhere ready to approach someone.
So instead, she leaned into Adam.
"I'm not ready to talk to anyone yet. But we need to go back to our cabin. Right now." To further emphasize her point, she grazed his erection.
Adam got the message.
"Let's go," he said, grabbing her hand and beelining for the exit.
Inside their cozy suite, Alicia shoved her husband against the door.
"...keep the mask on and fuck me..." she whispered through their messy kisses, pulling up her wrap dress up to reveal her soaked thong. Adam's suit jacket hit the floor, his pants unzipped, and his cock sprung out.
He spun her around and pushed her onto the bed. She arched her back and buried her face in the mattress, presenting her ass to her husband.
"You're so fucking hot," he said lustily, pushing her thong aside. Alicia moaned affirmatively as his cock disappeared inside her sloppy pussy.
He pounded her hard. His powerful strokes caused her burgundy dress to slowly creep up her body.
"...fuck me... make me come..." she begged, as she pushed back against him.
As Adam fucked her hard and deep, she closed her eyes. While he played with her clit, images of the masquerade's stares flashed inside Alicia's mind, exciting her even more.
"...oh fuck... don't stop... i'm so close..."
"Come for me... come all over my cock..." Adam ordered as he emptied himself inside her. Then her orgasm hit, her loud moans likely audible from well outside their room.
They collapsed into each other, their masks still on, laughing and catching their breath.
"This ship is dangerous..." Alicia whispered, lovingly.
Saturday, August 16
Day 2
The next morning, Adam glanced over to see Alicia lying on her side, staring at the ceiling, her lacy mask from the night before still on the nightstand.
"Good morning," he said. "How're you feeling?"
"Tired."
"Last night was fun... and crazy."
Alicia let out a sigh. "I thought I was ready. But as soon as strangers started looking at me like they actually wanted to, you know... I just froze. I'm sorry."
"This is all brand new. It's okay. You don't have anything to apologize for."
"I want to try again... maybe I just need to ease into it more?"
"How do you feel about trying the clothing optional pool?"
"That's easing in?"
He smiled. "It's daytime. I bet people will be lounging. They'll be naked but I really doubt that they will be... you know..."
"Okay, sure."
They changed into their swimwear and made their way to the secluded pool.
They were shocked.
As expected, nudity was everywhere. But so were sex acts.
A topless woman in sunglasses leaned over the edge of the pool, her large breasts swayed as her male partner kissed her neck, her hands working his cock under the water.
Across the pool, a nude man had his head buried between a naked woman's thighs while she gripped the edge of her lounge chair. She bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
To their right, a woman with a queen of spades tattoo on her lower back orally serviced two black men - her husband watching intensely, while he slowly stroked himself.
Adam noticed Alicia's surprised, wide eyes.
"So... they are fucking. Are you okay? We can go if you want..."
"No," Alicia said quickly. "Let's just get in the water."
They stepped behind a divider and undressed together. Alicia forced herself not to look around too much.
They slipped into the pool, chest deep, and focused on each other.
For a few moments, it was okay.
Then it happened.
A beautiful Italian woman on the deck locked eyes with Alicia. She was topless, riding her partner. Her pink thong bikini bottoms were pushed to the side and her milfy tits bounced in his face as she grinded into him.
"Can we leave?" Alicia said, embarrassed.
"Sure."
She waded to the edge of the pool. Adam followed.
Quietly, they toweled off, put on their suits back and headed back to the relative safety of their cabin.
Alicia sat on the bed, frustrated with herself. "I'm sorry, Adam... I feel so stupid."
"Hey, don't say that... you're not stupid."
"Then why can't I just enjoy this like everyone else? Why do I keep freezing up? This was my fantasy... I'm the one who asked you to come on a sex cruise. What if this is something I'm just not built for?"
"Then we enjoy a wonderful, sexy vacation, just the two of us. No pressure."
"I just want to feel like me again. And not like some inexperienced girl..."
Adam picked the itinerary.
"Well, what if we tried something less intense, something completely different?" he offered.
"Like what?"
"Like... a workshop," he said. "There's one in an hour. 'Open Conversations: Asking for What You Want.'"
She hesitated. Going to a communication seminar wasn't exactly her idea of a sexy vacation.
"C'mon, Alicia. There is probably a reason they offer this kind of class on a cruise like this."
She shrugged. "Fine."
They entered a quiet lounge. Ten or so other couples eventually wandered in, and sat on cushions arranged in a rough circle, seated next to their partners.
A confident woman in her fifties stepped to the center, sporting short silver hair, a deep tan, and a loose fitting sundress. Her name tag read 'Dr. Lani, Lifestyle Coach'.
"Welcome... My name is Dana Lani. I've been in a beautiful, evolving, sometimes messy but ultimately joyful open relationship with my wife for fifteen years. I'm here to create space - for truth, fear, boundaries, arousal and yes, jealousy. They all belong here. So let's start with something simple."
She clapped her hands once. "Pair off. Find someone who is NOT your partner. Introduce yourself and ask them one question: 'What do you want more of?' You've got five minutes. Go!"
Adam paired himself with a man in cargo shorts and a tank top.
"Hey... I'm Paul. The wife dragged me here. I'd rather be at the bar... but whatever it takes to get a good BJ in the playroom, right?"
He laughed at his own joke. Adam did not.
"Your wife's got a nice ass, man. You guys looking for some action later?"
"No, we're just... taking it slow," Adam replied, rigidly.
Paul scoffed. "That's a shame."
Meanwhile, Alicia found herself face to face with a striking brunette woman in her early forties. She wore a green dress that showcased her fit body well.
"Emma," the woman said in her posh English accent.
"I'm Alicia."
"It's absolutely lovely to meet you. You look simply stunning, by the way," Emma smiled
Alicia flushed. "Thank you. You too... so Emma, what do you want more of?"
Emma gave Alicia a wicked, sexy smile. "Oh, sex with newbies, definitely! James and I adore helping first timers navigate the waters, so to speak. Last night was exquisite."
"What happened?"
"James and I spent hours breaking in a lovely couple. They had never done anything outside of their marriage. You should've seen her, so nervous at first, but so eager. It was something she said they had wanted to try for ages."
Alicia exhaled slowly. Something about Emma's confidence made her feel... safe. And intrigued. And a little bit horny.
"What about you, Alicia?" Emma asked. "What do you want more of?"
"I think I want to stop hesitating," Alicia said. "Stop second guessing everything and finally jump in."
"Oh, I see."
Then, Lani called everyone back. Adam and Alicia rejoined the circle.
Adam was ready to complain about his off-putting conversation with Paul, but Alicia leaned into Adam and excitedly whispered. "Her name's Emma. British. She said she and her husband help newbies. She's pretty, right?"
Adam smiled. "Help?"
"We NEED to talk to them after class." Her blue eyes sparkling with an excitement that Adam rarely saw.
Across the circle, a tall, bearded man with salt and pepper hair took the seat beside Emma. James, presumably. He looked at Alicia, then at Adam, and gave a friendly nod.
Dr. Lani began the next portion of the seminar. The four of them traded intermittent glances across the circle as the 'Lifestyle Coach' continued the class.
The next hour seemed to stretch on and on. And on. Alicia was half paying attention, more focused on drafting, rehearsing and revising the perfect way to ask Emma and James out for a drink.
Finally, Lani wrapped things up. "So when we share our truth, we unlock what's possible... Let's take a 10min break. Grab some water... stretch, breathe, reflect. We'll come back with exercises to practice with your partner."
Their classmates began to shift and stand. Alicia gave herself a quick pep talk, however, the London pair calmly, confidently approached them.
"James and I were wondering... would you two like to grab a drink?"
Adam answered. "Sure. After class?"
Emma's eyes sparkled. "Actually... we were thinking... more like right now."
Before Alicia could respond, Emma gently reached for her hand.
Alicia complied and, hand in hand, Emma turned for the room's exit.
Alicia looked over her shoulder at Adam. She looked surprised, like she just got a piece of unexpected, but excellent news. She silently mouthed 'Oh My God!' to her husband.
James gave Adam a friendly shrug. "Guess we're doing this."
Emma led them all to a quiet bar on Deck 10. The four of them sat at a private, curved booth. James excused himself to grab drinks for the table.
Emma made small talk - 'Where are you from?' 'How long have you guys been married?', 'Have you ever been on a cruise like this before?'
James returned and handed everyone their drinks. "So... have you two swapped before?"
Alicia glanced at Adam, nonverbally asking him to answer. "No. Not yet."
Emma gave a soft smile. "We thought so. You've got that look."
"What look?" Alicia blurted.
"Like you're turned on... but your brain won't get out of the way."
Alicia blushed. Emma had her nailed.
"I mean, it all sounds really hot... so hot. But so far, for me, it's been too much, too fast."
Emma answered. "Then don't go so fast!"
James nodded. "We've been in the lifestyle a long time... it's always better when newbies take their time. Settle in a bit."
Emma placed her hand gently on Alicia's thigh. "Have you heard of a soft swap?"
"A soft swap?"
"It means we stay with our own partners," Emma explained. "I'm with James and, just steps away, you and Adam. We share the space and the energy."
"It's an absolutely brilliant way to start," James added.
Adam looked at Alicia. "What do you think?"
"I think I want to try that."
"Good," Emma smiled. "There's a great playroom on Deck 9."
The playroom was like something out of a wet dream. Low lit with velvet curtains dividing soft beds. Music. Moans.
Emma led the four of them in a space with a single bed. James closed the curtains.
"Are you ready?" Emma asked.
Alicia nodded. Adam nodded.
Emma smiled. She recognized their overwhelmed looks. And she knew how to shatter through it.
Emma pulled her green dress off, leaving her in nothing but a pink pair of panties. She was pale, her breasts were firm and her nipples were hard.
James stripped as well, revealing a hairy chest and a girthy cock that was already growing thick and heavy.
Alicia couldn't look away.
"...let us show you how easy it can be..." Emma purred at the inexperienced couple.
Emma and James began to kiss. Emma's hand wrapped around James' cock while he pushed off her panties.
Emma's neatly trimmed pussy came into Alicia and Adam's view.
The London couple took their spot on the shared bed. Emma looked up at Adam and Alicia, James' mouth now pleasuring her tits.
"... you're more welcome to watch us but we would love to watch you two play..."
Adam touched Alicia's arm. "Come here."
Adam guided her onto the open side of the mattress, facing the other couple. He kissed her neck. She closed her eyes, and he removed her top.
When Alicia looked up, James was pressing himself into Emma's sex. Emma let her head fall back and moaned as she accepted him inside her.
It was easily the most erotic thing Alicia had ever seen.
Adam's hand slipped under her shorts and between her legs. "You're soaked already." She was so aroused that she could only moan.
While Adam helped her out of her pants, she looked up again.
Emma was watching her. And so was James.
Adam removed her bra and then eased off her panties.
The British couple still had their eyes on Alicia as she slowly got naked for them, even as they fucked each other.
Alicia broke eye contact with Emma and James to look at her husband. His hard cock was not only out, it was now teasing her wet, bald entrance.
Adam rubbed himself up and down her hungry slit.
"...god yes... fuck me, adam..."
Alicia's husband easily slipped deep inside her.
Emma's eyes locked with Alicia's while their cunt lips stretched around their husband's shafts. It was an energy that sent Alicia spiraling.
Adam began to thrust himself deeper and harder and faster. James followed suit. Soon an unspoken, friendly competition broke out between the two of them - which husband could rail their wife's slick pussy harder.
Alicia's eyes wanted to close, but she forced them to stay open. She enjoyed Emma's eager stares too much.
'This is so hot, so naughty,' Alicia thought. 'Watching Emma's face while she gets fucked, while Adam destroys me...'
James leaned over, mid stroke and whispered in Emma's ear. She smiled and then announced:
"We want to watch you come, both of you."
Alicia shattered.
Her body tensed, her thighs shaked.
Then it hit. Her orgasm was so hard she nearly screamed. Her eyes closed, and she rode out the wave.
As she came, Adam exploded, filling her cunt with his warmth.
When it finally passed, she looked up to see Emma and James smiling, their eyes on her. James must have finished somewhere along the way, his heavy release was dripping down Emma's tits.
"Beautiful," Emma said, glowing. "Absolutely gorgeous."
Sunday, August 17
Day 3
The next morning, a smile spread across Alicia's face.
"I can't stop thinking about it..." she whispered excitedly to Adam, the two of them in bed inside their cabin. "The way they looked at us... the way you fucked me... It was so hot... Like, it didn't even feel real..."
Adam leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. "You were absolutely amazing. I've never seen you like that before. You came so hard!"
"I can't stop thinking about that playroom. Hearing Emma moan. Feeling James' eyes on me..."
"You want to play with them again, don't you?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"They did mention that they'd be at the lunch buffet around noon."
She paused. "Do you think they're hoping for more?"
"Yeah, probably... What are you thinking?"
She nodded. "I don't know what I want exactly. Just... more."
"More watching?"
"Well... maybe a little more than watching," she said shyly.
After she showered, Alicia pawed through her suitcase.
"I don't know what to wear..."
Adam reached in and pulled out a pale blue button-up blouse and a short, grey pleated skirt.
"Wear this... No bra."
"Adam..." Alicia said with an amount of protest.
"Stop being so modest. Half the women on this ship have their tits or asses hanging out. You'll be fine..."
She slid into the blouse slowly. When she looked in the mirror, the outline of her nipples was obvious.
"Now, unbutton it."
Alicia hesitated. Adam was using a commanding, dominant tone. It was unusual to hear him so assertive.
But she kind of liked it.
"Three buttons. I want your tits almost falling out when you walk."
Alicia obeyed, the gaping blouse barely keeping her decent. Her hard nipples threatened to free themselves with every movement, and it made her wet.
"You ready to go meet them?"
She nodded.
The buffet on Deck 9 was busy, but Alicia eventually spotted them seated at a small table. Emma was giggling, James smiling. As soon as Alicia and Adam stepped into view, their attention shifted.
Alicia's open blouse fluttered with each step. Her tits bounced freely beneath.
James couldn't stop staring. Neither could his wife.
Emma motioned for them to sit. "So... how's your day going?"
Instead of sitting, Alicia leaned forward and almost assuredly gave them a glimpse of her nipple.
"Can we skip the small talk..." Alicia smiled, "...and go to the playroom?"
Emma blinked, impressed. "Right now?"
Alicia gave a small nod. "I haven't stopped thinking about yesterday. About both of you," making sure to give James a lingering stare.
"That so?" Emma teased. "...well, the playroom's great for 'softer' fun..."
She paused a beat, making sure to make eye contact with both Adam and Alicia.
"...but when I plan on getting 'fully' naughty, I prefer a bit more privacy."
Emma looked at Alicia. "What do you think? Will we need to be a bit more isolated today?"
Alicia blushed. "I think going somewhere more private wouldn't be the worst idea."
"Our cabin, then?" James offered.
Alicia looked at Adam. He nodded. "Let's go."
Emma took Alicia's hand and the four of them slipped out of the buffet area.
Minutes later, James opened the cabin door and welcomed their new friends inside.
James and Emma's room was very similar to Alicia and Adam's.
It was quite the contrast to the playroom. The room was well lit and silent. Normal. It felt real.
Alicia silently stood next to Adam, near the bed. Her heart was pounding.
"Alicia, do you find my husband attractive?" Emma spoke in a tone that was clear and controlled.
She nodded. "Yes, I do."
"I want you to tell me exactly what you want him to do to you."
"... I want... him to... um... kiss me..." she said in a near whisper, her face redding with embarrassment.
"Oh really? That's interesting, Alicia. Because I find your husband, Adam, quite appealing..."
Emma continued in the same soft, confident tone.
"In fact, if I'm being completely honest, I'd really love to fuck him, Alicia."
She let the words hit both of them. Alicia crossed her legs. Adam shifted.
"And judging from the bulge in your husband's pants, I'm guessing he wants to fuck me, too. Am I right, Adam?"
Emma paused again, and looked at Adam. He silently nodded in agreement.
"So, if you find James attractive and want to feel his lips on that hot little body of yours, and if I want Adam to absolutely ruin my pussy, maybe you and I can make a deal?"
Alicia was so turned on she could hardly speak. "...yeah, sounds good..."
"Excellent. So Alicia, can I go down on your husband?"
Alicia tried to remember to breathe. "...yes..."
Emma smiled as she wrapped her arms around Adam, and pulled him in for a close hug.
"And can my husband eat you out?"
Alicia could feel James. He was dangerously close.
She swallowed. There was no turning back now.
"... yes..."
Emma nodded and then pressed her lips to Adam's. The kiss was just a peck, a quick check in with him, followed by a smile.
He smiled back at Emma and she kissed him again. It quickly deepened and Emma wrapped her arms around his neck. Adam responded instinctively, his hands finding Emma's hips.
And then Alicia felt James' lips. She moved her neck to give him more access, welcoming his advances.
His hands slipped under her open blouse and began to knead her tits.
"You alright?" he asked, his English voice soft.
"I think so."
Adam lifted his arms, and Emma pulled his shirt off. Then, she quickly pulled off her own top, revealing an elegant white bra.
James' fingers found Alicia's nipples. He lightly tugged, watching carefully for Alicia's reaction. She sighed and moaned.
Emma looked up from Adam and locked eyes with Alicia. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, letting it fall away. Then, she softly guided Adam's hand from her hip to her breast.
Meanwhile, James' fingers also were busy. He unfastened the remaining buttons on Alicia's blouse, one by one, until it was wide open. Then, he eased it off.
Now both women were topless.
Adam and Emma kissed again. Emma found the waistband of her skirt and panties and, in one fell swoop, pushed them down, while Alicia's husband groped and kissed her tits.
James turned Alicia so she faced him. Alicia pushed her lips into his and they began to make out. James' hands found their way under her skirt and he began to fondle Alicia's asscheeks.
Alicia broke the messy kisses just long enough to whisper to James "...please take my panties off..." James was happy to comply.
The two wives' eyes found each other. Emma escalated things. "I'm dying to see what your husband's cock looks like, Alicia."
She dropped to her knees and unzipped Adam's pants, and eased them off his hips. His throbbing cock sprung out and her hand wrapped around him.
"...i want to watch her... i want her to watch me..." Alicia whispered lustily.
James nudged Alicia's legs apart with his knee. "Let her see how badly you want it."
Alicia got the message, opening her thighs for him and for his wife. Her bald pussy was a beautiful, dripping, sloppy mess.
Emma winked at Alicia and then she swallowed her husband. Adam groaned as Emma's hair fell like a curtain as she took him fully into her mouth.
James told Adam. "Hold Emma's hair up so your wife can watch her suck your cock."
He gathered her straight, brown locks as Emma's mouth diligently bobbed up and down.
Even as James' rough hands pushed her open thighs wider, Alicia's eyes were fixed on Emma's performance.
She gasped when James' tongue found her core, spreading her folds open, tasting her with soft, slow licks.
"...oh, fuck..." she whispered.
The room filled with wet sounds, breathy moans, as the experienced swingers orally initiated Alicia and Adam into this wonderful new world.
Alicia could feel James's tongue sliding deeper, stroking her clit while his fingers teased her entrance. It felt so different from Adam.
And still, Emma didn't look away.
She watched as Emma finally pulled her mouth from Adam's cock with a dramatic pop. "I think," she said, looking directly at Alicia, "it's time we both got fucked."
Alicia nodded, Emma's husband still spoiling her with his experienced tongue.
"You want to fuck James while I ride Adam?"
"... god, yes..."
"Good girl," Emma purred.
Emma straddled Adam with experienced confidence. She guided his erection into her tight, wet slit, slipping down until he was fully buried inside her.
"Mmmmmm... your husband's got a nice cock, Alicia. He feels so fucking good inside me," Emma purred, glancing over her shoulder at Alicia.
Alicia felt James' mushroom head teasing her bald lips, demanding her attention. She looked at him.
"Fuck me."
James gripped her hips, and slowly eased into her slick folds. Alicia gasped as his girth stretched her in a way that felt foreign and amazing.
It was the first new cock she'd taken in a decade. It felt so different from Adam, and impossibly good.
When she looked forward, Emma was watching her again.
"How does James' cock feel inside you, Alicia?" Emma asked, in a tone that suggested this was their dirty little secret.
Alicia bit her lip.
"...fucking amazing..." she managed between moans.
Emma smiled and began to ride Adam harder. Her perky breasts bounced with their rhythm, while her pussy painted his shaft with white streaks of her arousal.
James matched his wife's pace, his cock easily pistoning in and out of Alicia's wet hole.
"Your husband is going to make me come, Alicia..." Emma gasped, as her eyes locked with Alicia's.
"Can I come on your husband's cock?"
Alicia was barely able to speak, her own climax close, as James' cock railed her cunt. She moaned, her voice shaky, "...yes..."
"mmmmmm!"
Emma's orgasm arrived first, accompanied by whorish moans and shaking thighs as her release pulsed through her.
Alicia caught a glimpse of her husband, his eyes on her, while he was still inside Emma. Her trimmed lips were still stretched around the base of his shaft, and his messy cum was pooled where their bodies met.
This explicit scene broke Alicia. She let go, and the wave came. The orgasm was so hard that she nearly blacked out.
As she regained her bearings, she realized that there was warm cum leaking from her core. At some point, James must have shot his load deep inside her.
Then, suddenly, Emma leaned forward, pulled Alicia in for a sensual kiss.
Alicia's eyes opened in surprise. Her body answered before her mind could. She let go and melted into Emma's mouth, as their husbands cheered them on.
"I've wanted to do that since yesterday," Emma whispered.
"...thank you, emma... and james... thank you both..."
Alicia couldn't think of anything else to say.
Later, Adam and Alicia were headed to dinner when something on the digital events sign caught her eye.
"Wait... is it really August 17th?"
Adam checked his watch for confirmation "Yeah... why?"
Alicia's smile widened. "Happy anniversary, love!"
Adam chuckled. "You realize we gave each other just about the naughtiest anniversary present imaginable?"
"Exactly why it's perfect," Alicia said, grabbing him around the waist. "Here's to another ten years!"
"And even filthier presents!" Adam added.
Saturday, August 24
Alicia sat in the corner of Mandy's oversized sectional. Mandy handed her a glass of wine and dropped herself into the opposite end of the couch.
"Okay, tell me everything! Don't hold back. I want full details."
Alicia took a sip and flashed a smirk.
"The boat was nice. We had a small cabin..."
Alicia told Mandy about her initial struggles, and about meeting James and Emma at the seminar, including the soft and full swaps.
"Wow, you really did it! A full swap on your tenth anniversary. My inner slut is so proud of you, Alicia!"
Alicia smiled, and took another sip of wine. "It didn't stop there. After that we dove in headfirst. We fucked Emma and James a few more times, of course. Then they introduced us to more like minded couples."
"Wow..."
"The days started to blur together. Introductions, sex, moans and orgasms... Then, James invited Adam to this twenty something's gangbang party. A beautiful newly wed who I guess wanted to get really naughty with five or so older husbands while she was on her honeymoon. Adam came back to the cabin practically glowing that night."
"Now I'm blushing."
"But while the hubbies were partying, Emma came by our cabin and we got a little closer."
"Jesus, Alicia... I'm truly impressed. First time with a girl?"
Alicia nodded. "Adam's still clueless about that one."
"When in the hell did you become such a slut?!" Mandy laughed.
"I learned from the best."
"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"I try," Alicia smiled.
"So, are you done with your slut phase, or are you officially insatiable now?"
"I haven't entirely decided, but I already told Adam, we're booking another cruise next year."
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Author note: If you made it this far, thank you! I truly hope you enjoyed it! I'm always looking for feedback, if you have a thought or two, please share with a comment or a note! Thanks again!
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"husband",
"swingers",
"swapping",
"wife",
"vacation",
"cruise",
"anniversary",
"dirty talk"
] |
My Teacher's Nylon Stockings Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/my-teachers-nylon-stockings-ch-02
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Fetish
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Chapter 2
Days and weeks passed, but I never heard from Teacher Maria again. There were no cell phones back then, so no texting.
I was ashamed of what I had let her know about my sexual tastes. One evening, however, I plucked up the courage to go to her house. I didn't ring the doorbell, but climbed over the fence. I wanted to make sure she was alone in the house.
I saw her through a small gap in the window curtains. She was on the couch reading. She was wearing a heavy nightgown buttoned from neck to the ankles. When I knocked on the glass, she jumped in fear. Then she recognized me and quickly stood up, motioning me to the back door.
After letting me in, she walked away and stood in front of me, her arms folded.
"This is all wrong." She said, "Why did you come here?"
"Have you forgotten what happened?" I asked her.
"It was a mistake. But I realize I started the mistake. If you like, we can talk about it. I can help you." She replied.
The only help I wanted at that moment was for her to kiss me and make me feel welcome. No, I'm lying... I wanted her to give me back the pleasure I had given her that evening. I didn't care about anything else.
"Why do you think I need help?" I asked her, and I was truly surprised by what she'd said earlier.
"Your shyness makes me think you think there's something wrong with you." She replied, "You know, there's nothing wrong with feeling like a woman, too, so cross-dressing..." She hinted, but I interrupted.
"Shy? Quiet, if anything, but I don't think you understand anything about me."
She looked at me, perplexed. I moved closer and took her hands.
"I've been thinking about you for years, but I thought I could only afford something of yours.
Your nylon stockings, the ones you unknowingly showed me when you climbed onto the chair at school. I wanted them because they were you wearing them. To feel that feeling again."
"What? But you were so young!" she replied. "You can't possibly have those memories!"
"Coffee-colored nylons, white or ivory garter belt. Need I go on?" I blurted out in one breath. "Your dress was made of light beige wool..."
"Did you look at my panties, too?" Maria replied angrily.
"The shoes were high heels, but not very high, also beige," I added. "And no. No panties, your dress wasn't short enough."
"Come, let's sit down." And she led me to the kitchen table. She drank some water and then sat down across from me.
"Are you obsessed with me?" the teacher asked.
"No. Absolutely not," I replied. "It's just a repressed desire, which I came close to fulfilling the other night." I replied to Maria.
"And would my nylon stockings have been enough for you to satisfy this repressed desire?"
"Perhaps. I do it instinctively, secretly so I don't bother anyone..."
"You do it instinctively? So not just my stockings?" Maria stiffened.
"No. Not just yours. But they're the first ones I've ever looked at with pleasure. So far from me, yet so close at hand, to touch along with your warm skin..." I recited in a trance.
"Shut up, for God's sake!" the teacher interrupted me. "How many other victims have you made?" she asked, sighing.
"Victims? I didn't kill anyone, I just desired them..." I replied, agitated.
"You have no idea what it means for a woman to know these things..." she declared.
And after a moment of silence she continued, "You entered a woman's bedroom or bathroom, you opened her drawers, and it's like interfering with her life! In her things! Is it possible that you don't understand?" the teacher asked more gently.
"Yes," I told her, "I realize that, but the emotion you feel is really strong, and I haven't been able to help it in the past."
"I think even a few days ago..." Maria added, smiling at my words.
"I think you approved..." I replied.
"I was testing you. There was something I didn't understand. Then I let myself be overcome by the desire to please you, Robert. It's not often that a woman my age feels desired."
It was one of the few times she said my name. And she did it in a tender, confidential way.
"But maybe you just want my stockings. Right? Like with the others. Do you have a girlfriend, Robert? Or are you afraid of women?" Maria asked.
"No fear. It's a fetish. But not impersonal; it has to refer to someone... Someone I like and who excites me." I answered sincerely.
"Even...Mom?" she asked.
"NO! Shit! How could I?" I replied.
"Have you never spied on your mother, Robert?" Maria asked.
"Only once...After seeing your legs. I wanted confirmation..." I admitted.
"Of what?" she pressed.
"That it wasn't just sluts who wore stockings and garters! So it couldn't be like that..."
"Who told you that?"
"I heard my older brother's friends say that," I replied.
"Stupid men growing up..." said Maria.
All this talking had a different effect on me than my former teacher would have liked. I was excited. I could finally talk freely about it with an understanding woman, perhaps capable of understanding what I was feeling.
Hidden by the table, I unbuttoned my pants. I had a massive, painful erection. I began to masturbate slowly, while listening to Maria's healing words.
"What's going on?" she asked, noticing the slight movement of my arm.
"This is what's happening..." I replied, standing up, showing her my hard cock.
"Oh..." she was speechless. "Come closer," she added.
Then, she took it in her hand and began masturbating me while looking into my eyes. I was going crazy with pleasure!
"We have to get rid of this bad thought," Maria told me. I remained silent.
"To which other woman have you dedicated your pleasure?" she asked again.
"Ask me better, Maria!" I ordered her
"Oh... I see... What other stockings did you cum in?
Were they a friend's mother's stockings? And what was her name? Were they stockings or pantyhose? Huh?"
She knew exactly what to say! It was like she was reading my mind.
"A long series," I replied.
"Tell me about it," she said.
"Alessandra, the mother of a classmate of mine!"
"Oh, so I knew her..." Maria replied without emphasis.
"Tights, she only wore tights!" I said excitedly.
"Did you see her getting dressed?"
"No, she always wore tight skirts and sat on a stool to draw..."
Slowly, I saw her direct my cock away from her, waiting for my cumshot.
"So? Were you looking at her thighs?"
"Yes! Her skirt was riding up, revealing the top of her pantyhose! I couldn't help but notice!"
"Mmmmhhh, go on, keep going."
"Another one was a neighbor. Her name was the same as yours..."
"Was she beautiful?" the teacher asked.
"You had a lot in common," I replied. "Except for the stockings: my neighbor wore mink-colored pantyhose."
"How did you get their stockings?"
"Alessandra's from her room. She took them off and left them on the chair."
"Did they smell like her?" Maria asked.
"They were still warm! Yes!"
"Did you fill them with cum?"
"YES!"
"Did you say her name while you were cumming?"
"Yess..."
"Pig! You're a damn pig, you know that?" Maria screamed viciously.
I came like an animal, spurt after spurt as her hand moved quickly and lightly over my cock, which seemed to be about to explode...
continued
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[
"nylons",
"stockings",
"mature",
"addiction"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 12
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https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-12
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Taboo/Incest
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Takeru opened his eyes slowly. A painful knot tightened in his stomach, and the side of his head felt ready to burst. He closed them again quickly, burying his face into the pillow instead.
Too much had happened in the short time was there. He couldn't deny it any longer. Something was going on with his family.
Aunt Yumiko was attracted to him, in one way or another, in whatever way that meant. She had made that clear enough, and now it was on him to say 'no' before it went any further. They couldn't keep masturbating to each other. One of them was going to get caught.
And then there was Hana. She was obviously desperate to find a boyfriend. She had told him specifically that she only kissed him for lack of any better options.
But she had liked their kiss. And he had enjoyed it too.
Between Hana and his aunt, it was easier to picture a world where he kept kissing Hana. A world where they walked through the orchard together, and she would lead him off into the shadows. He would pull her soft body to him. Her breath would be on his next, and then...
Takeru shook his head. He couldn't go down that road either. Their parents would never forgive him. The family would never be the same, if anyone ever found out.
But... it wouldn't be that wrong. Not as wrong as looking between his aunt's legs. The memory played back and he pushed the thought down again just as fast.
Groaning, Takeru pushed himself up. He groaned louder, spotting the mess he'd made the night before. Long streaks of dried, white cum ran along the side of the mattress and across the floor. In some spots, the puddle was thick enough to still be wet. His hands were crusted with it, and so were the sheets. Takeru snatched his old t-shirt and scrubbed the mess up as best he could.
He emerged a few minutes later and found breakfast waiting for him. Hana and Miu had finished eating and Aunt Yumiko was busy in the kitchen. He avoided looking at all of them equally as he stood beside the table.
"Good morning," his aunt called over, bowing her head. She closed a small box, pushing it towards him across the table. "Lunch, for later. Hana and I were very worried when you didn't come back to eat yesterday."
"Th -thank you." He bowed and took it from her hands, carefully avoiding her touch.
"Your breakfast will be ready in a moment."
"Mom didn't let me go to your room last night," Miu told him. "She said you were too sick, and she'd beat my butt red."
Yumiko's face darkened. "You shouldn't be going into other people's rooms whether they are sick or not."
"I can't sleep if I don't!" Miu squealed, turning to Takeru. "I didn't get to sleep at all."
He swallowed carefully, hoping that wasn't true.
The sisters bickered and shifted over to the couches. The sound of it faded to a dull hum and his eyes drifted to his aunt. She was humming, gliding smoothly through the rooms, her hips swaying as she walked.
He turned back to the girls, swallowing dryly. He heard Yumiko stepping closer. Something heavy dropped onto his shoulders.
"You forgot your robe," she whispered in his ear.
She held it open, the cool silk brushing his skin as he slipped his arms through. The knot tightened around his lap, lower this time, her hands working deftly over his crotch. He held his breath, not daring to move.
Yumiko slid away and returned holding a tray of dishes. She bent over slowly in front of him, laying out plates, her hips rising upward as she worked, delicately arranging everything just so.
He sat down, biting on his tongue hard. It did nothing to drive the images away.
Her gaze was on his back as he ate. He chewed mechanically, eager to be done, to be out of the house again, but he forced himself to slow down. It was all delicious, each bite easing his hangover a little more.
"Mama, is Takeru taking me today?" Miu called across the room.
"No. He's very busy, Miu."
Takeru turned toward his cousin. "Where did you need to go?"
"Mrs. Gima said if I brought her peaches, she'd let me bake something with them. I told her I couldn't reach them, and she said you would reach them for me," Miu said, her words rushing together.
"He's very busy, Miu," Aunt Yumiko insisted. "You have bothered him enough. The both of you have," she added, giving Hana a stern look.
"He's going there anyway!" Miu shouted.
Takeru finished his meal and lifted his dishes from the table. His aunt rushed to help, and together they cleaned and put away the plates and utensils.
The girls moved to leave, and Yumiko cleared her throat.
"Hana, you have chores."
They argued for awhile, until Hana's face fell, defeated.
"I can help you, Hana," Takeru offered. "It won't take long, right?"
"No," Yumiko said. "Hana has chores, dear. Not you."
"You let him help you," Hana muttered, but it was a lost cause.
Takeru waved goodbye and walked outside, heading up the great hill that led to his grandfather's farm. Miu skipped along behind him, humming tunelessly. Little by little, she tired, and soon she fell into a walk beside him. The whistling grew softer, turning into a sad, sweeter melody.
"Are there bugs?" she asked suddenly.
He considered it a moment. "Yes, but I think you'll be safe enough."
She nodded, seeming satisfied, and continued onward. Something was peculiar about the way she carried herself. Mostly because she wasn't acting peculiar at all this morning.
They reached the old farmhouse, and Miu she gasped and stopped. He hadn't made much progress yet, but he could see the shadow of what it had been now. The place looked simply battered, rather than completely abandoned.
"Are you going to live here?" she asked, grabbing his hand.
"What? No. It's a long way off from that."
"But after that?" she bit her lip and pulled him forward without waiting for a response.
"I used to tell everyone that I would live here when I grew up," Miu said.
"Really?"
She nodded and stepped around the porch, looking the place over.
"Mom would still live just down the road, and there would always be something to eat, since it's a farm. And you can see the ocean. I could sit right in the front yard and see the whole town, just like we used to do when you'd come to visit. We could have fires at night again, and sing. I think that would be a very nice way to live."
Takeru swallowed, and a silence lingered between them. She was never this serious, or thoughtful.
"And do you want to live here, Miu? And stay in this town?"
She tilted her head, debating it. "Maybe. After I go away for a bit. I'll have to, for college. But I'll come back, I think. Even if there's no one else here. For awhile, at least."
He wasn't sure what to say. For all her endless chatter so far, he had rarely listened to much of it. Miu had always gone on and on about everything that passed in front of her eyes. She had always been like that.
But something was different about her, now that they were alone. Even her voice had lost its usual squeak.
"Have you always been this deep?"
Miu turned to him, grinning. "It's been ten years, big brother."
She slipped through the back gate, and he followed after her.
In the orchard, he picked the heaviest fruit he could find and loaded up her bag. The weight of it was enough that his hand strained to hold it. He glanced over Miu's scrawny arms and frowned.
"Is there a cart or something we can use?"
"Hm. Mr. Koike has one, but that's for rice. It's really big, though. I don't think I could move that, either."
"I can bring it down with-"
"Hey there," a croaking voice called over. Takeru turned and spotted an elderly man limping toward them. He carried a strap across his back, with heavy bags on either side.
"That's him!" Miu giggled, bowing politely. "We were just talking about you."
"Mr. Sato, I presume?" the old man called over. "Koike," he added, his voice rasping like a lifelong smoker's, his mouth grinning toothlessly.
A dozen cans of paint were stacked in the old man's bags, and he set them down, grunting. He eyed the farmhouse over, his fists propped against his hips.
"Is that paint for me?" Takeru asked.
Mr. Koike nodded. "Got a ladder?"
"I do. Thank you very much. I thought I would have to wait for someone to run to town. I'll start on that today, I think-"
The old man waved him off. "I can use a brush."
He tottered off toward the storage shed without waiting for a response. He returned after a minute, carrying the ladder under his mottled arm.
"Are you sure?" Takeru asked. "It's no trouble-"
"I'm not dead yet." He squatted down and pried the lid off a can of red paint with a tool from his pocket.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just a lot of work."
Mr. Koike swirled his paint and sucked one of his lips. "Hmph. I didn't mean it that way, either, I suppose. Nothing against the man, but we couldn't pick our ears without your grandpa sprinting down the road to do it for us. When he went, that was hard on us. I don't think he did us any favors, coddling us all like that. He was a good man," Kroike grunted, "but it was hard all the same without him."
Takeru frowned. No one ever talked about his grandfather like that. The urge to defend his memory surged up, but Mr. Koike popped to his feet and walked away without another word.
"Miu!" Yumiko's voice called out.
They all turned to see her cresting over the hill. "You're late for school!"
The girl shrieked and dashed off, a gangly mess of limbs once more. The bag of peaches lay abandoned, and his aunt sighed as she moved to take it.
"I can carry it down, Aunt Yumiko," he offered, grabbing it from the ground before she could reach it. "I don't mind."
"No, I will do it."
She glanced toward Mr. Koike, then pulled Takeru further aside. "You and I... we should speak, Takeru. It has been difficult to find a moment alone."
She sighed heavily, and spoke before he could find a way out of it.
"Before you arrived, your mother made me swear to keep you focused on your studies. To not let anything distract or complicate matters here for you here. To let you study in peace. That was most important to her. I swore to her that I would. And I have not been faithful to that promise."
She bowed her head in apology, her hands gripped tightly together.
Takeru's heart beat faster, desperate for a way out of the conversation. Some emergency he needed to run off for.
"As you may be aware," Yumiko went on, "my daughters have developed feelings for you. I-"
"What?" Takeru choked out.
She blinked up at him. "You didn't know?"
He could believe it of Hana, but Miu? She was too flighty, too naive to have feelings like that toward anyone.
Yumiko nodded. "Forgive me, but men often miss what women do not."
She took a deep breath. "I'm afraid these feelings my daughters have begun to cause a distraction. If I ignore it any longer, it may confuse your decisions. May interfere with your plans for school."
"Aunt Yumiko, I swear, I can-"
"It is not your fault," she said, cutting him off. "They are very young. And they are very careless. But I will not let them distract you any longer. I will keep my promise to your mother." She dipped her head toward him.
Sweat slipped down Takeru's back. It dripped from his scalp, beading out across his body. The air was too humid to pull in a full breath. His shirt was too damp.
"I swear, Aunt Yumiko. I swear I would-"
She held up her hand, silencing him. "You are not to blame. Men have their needs, and they will see to them however they can. It is natural."
"But," she pressed on, "if my daughters are the ones to tend to your needs, they will only distract you further. They will only confuse matters."
"I would never," Takeru gasped.
"You would," she said firmly, holding his gaze. "They are good girls, but they are strong-willed. More than you assume. And you are a kind boy. You would, for their sake, to please their hearts."
He shook his head no, uncertain if he believed it.
"Please," Aunt Yumiko went on, bowing lower. She rose up again, her gaze intent. "Please, allow me to keep my promise to your mother. Stay focused on your schoolwork. Keep your mind clear."
He nodded along as she spoke.
"Let my daughters' crushes fade away this summer. I will satisfy your needs in their place. My promise will be kept. Your mother will be happy."
Takeru nodded, not taking in the words.
His brain was slow to catch up. And, when it had, he didn't know what else to do instead. His went on nodding dumbly.
"Thank you, Takeru" she said softly, bowing lower. "Thank you."
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"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance"
] |
The Hunt Chapter 3
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-hunt-chapter-3
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BDSM
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After about an hour, the boots began to assert their dominance. My toes throbbed with pain, and every step was a new kind of agony. The leg irons kept each stride short, no more than a few inches, and the cuffs behind my back made balancing nearly impossible. I was exhausted, sore, and no closer to finding the keys.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a shimmer of light and the soft sound of metal clinking. I turned, and there it was at eye level, hanging from a branch, the key to my cage. I shuffled toward it as fast as I could. It was attached to a heavy chain with a carabiner. I tried to reach, but with my hands bound behind me, I could not grasp it. The boots gave me no stability. I realized I would need to remove the cuffs before I could do anything else.
After hours of wandering around the estate, I returned to the house, defeated. My body ached. Goddess was waiting for me. She had changed into a gleaming red leather catsuit, paired with thigh-high black boots and three-inch heels. She looked like something carved from pure temptation. The arousal hit me like a punch to the gut.
When she saw me, she smiled, that knowing smirk. She let me know the time was up. I lost.
Dejected, I began to shuffle toward her. That was when I saw it--the keys to my cuffs and leg irons--dangling from the chain around her neck. I was tricked. Or had I? She was on the property the entire time. She was visible, accessible, if only I had known where to look.
Goddess saw the realization in my eyes and let out a deep, rich laugh. Commanding me to kneel, she took her seat on the deck as the cool autumn air wrapped around us. I happily obeyed. She unzipped her catsuit, revealing her luscious folds. I was drawn in, helplessly magnetized by her. My cage grew tighter. And there, beneath the sky, I began my reward.
Her third orgasm came fast, and the fourth followed with her screaming into the breeze. By the fifth, I was soaked in her nectar, lips glistening, tongue worshipping every inch. I kneeled back to watch her float in the haze of release. While I was painfully aroused and completely desperate, there was something deeply fulfilling about seeing her like that--lost in total, divine satisfaction.
When she finally came down, she released me. The cuffs and leg irons were removed, and she helped me inside. I collapsed on the sofa, muscles trembling. She brought me water, whispered sweet praise, and let me sleep.
Sometime later, I woke to the sensation of something being placed in my mouth. It was a ring gag, vast and unforgiving. I tried to resist, only to find my arms were now restrained at my sides and my legs locked together with hinged cuffs. Once the gag was locked in place, I was hoisted upward by a ceiling-mounted pulley. The chain connected to the gag made sure I could neither sit nor bend. I was fully exposed. Utterly at her mercy.
And she knew it.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, she removed the cage from her cock. It sprang to life, pulsing with newfound freedom. She produced what looked like a thick rubber sleeve and began stroking her freshly released cock with it. I could do nothing but watch and suffer as waves of need rolled through my body.
Within seconds, I was leaking like a faucet. Just as I neared the edge, she pulled the sleeve away. The denial was sudden, savage. I humped the air in frustration, drool spilling down my chest. When I finally calmed, the process began again. Heaven and hell. Bliss and torment. Goddess laughed harder with each cycle, delighting in my desperation.
My feet were on fire. My calves cramped. But the worst pain was the denial. Orgasm after orgasm denied, until I was trembling and half-mad with need. Finally, something changed. As I climbed toward climax once again, she did not stop. She slowed slightly but kept stroking. My body surged with hope. I was right there, ready to explode--
And she stopped.
Just two more strokes. That was all I would have needed. She knew it.
A slow, pathetic dribble of semen leaked from me, an orgasm that never was. My body ached with frustration beyond comprehension. I hung from the ceiling, still bound, gagged, and helpless.
When her cock had softened, she locked the cage back in place and lowered me to the floor. That was all she unlocked. I was still gagged, still restrained. She sat back in her chair, sipping wine, and her legs spread.
Even in frustration and exhaustion, I crawled to her. I kissed every inch of her leather-clad thighs. Her scent flooded my brain. I worked my way up to her breasts, which she released from her suit. I suckled, worshipped, then made my way to her soaked and trembling pussy.
I began to lick slowly, letting my tongue explore and savor. She moaned, tensed, and held her breath. I had her at the edge. If she could deny me, then I would return the favor. Her whimper grew louder, needier. I kept her there.
Finally, when I knew she could take no more, I gave in. She erupted into a scream of release that shook the air around us. Her whole body convulsed, and still, I did not stop. She deserved more. And more she received. Another orgasm, slower, but equally potent. When she tapped my head again, I stopped. Backing away, I kneeled, eyes on her face.
She was glowing. Radiant. The most satisfied woman I had ever seen. I slid over to the couch and leaned against it, waiting.
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"bondage",
"goddess",
"high heels",
"chastity"
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Mickey On The Job
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https://www.literotica.com/s/mickey-on-the-job
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Erotic Couplings
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Preface.
This is my first submission to Literotica and so is probably in need of much improvement, please do leave suggestions on how to improve. And accept as an older English guy, writing about a hot blooded young Irish-American gal some things may seem odd.
For the observant of you, the plot may seem similar to a well known novel; I shall let you know my source at the end of the story.
So read and enjoy, and accept I've kept all characters over 18, especially as there is a good selection of sex in this tale.
...
Story.
Mickey rolled off the girl and lay back. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving his body covered in a thin film of sweat. This had been a long session, with the girl who took his whole length and squeezed him just right so they both came together. And as he felt his cock soften, the cool air against the moisture on it, he turned to look at the girl next to him.
She was stunning, medium height, well length as she lay on the bed, her tits not large but firm and plump, her waist slim and her full hips drawing to her long athletic legs. She had pale skin, which showed the contrast with the dark red tangle of hair between her legs, matching the deep red hair now spread out behind her head on the bed as a red veil. She was pretty too, thin lips, slightly too long a nose but with large green eyes that just took your attention.
"When you've stopped admiring the view... are you going to pay up?" she said, her voice with an edge and a faint Irish accent.
"You mean, me fucking you hard wasn't payment enough?" he answered.
"Oh really... you should be paying me... I'm good" she said.
"You sure are... 750$ we agreed?" he said, easing out of the small bed and reaching for his jacket.
"We did... and I'll take it big or small... er notes" she giggled, letting her hard face relax a little.
He counted out the notes, using her naked body as a table before she got up and walked through to the other room, unlocking her desk, opening a drawer, pulling out a large envelope before putting the money in and closing it. She returned and handed the envelope to him. He opened it, looked through the black and white prints and smiled.
They were very explicit showing a beautiful blonde woman in bed with a younger man and showing various sexual positions. The photos were good, and he recognised the woman as his wife, the man as his chauffeur. He smiled as he looked through them and knew he had the evidence he was after, her infidelity.
"These are good, just what I need... but how did you...?" he said, not finishing his statement.
"Well, you haven't asked about the third pair of legs... and there are one or two pics I've not included 'cos they implicate the photographer." She answered, giving him a big wink.
"You mean you?" he asked, shocked.
"Oh yes, seems you wife likes a threesome..." she said, with that familiar giggle.
He shook his head, wondering how dedicated to her case this woman was, and yet the thought of that same woman, still naked by the bed, with his wife and chauffeur was somewhat arousing, and his dick hardened again. He looked up at her and smiled.
"What about one more fuck... for luck?" he asked, patting the bed.
"I charge 100$ per hour... she answered as she climbed into bed.
...
That was the previous afternoon, Friday, and here she was back in her office again. She checked around the office, it was decent and clean, but not exactly tidy. It had her desk, a comfy desk chair and two upright chairs in front of it. There was a bookshelf, filing cabinet and a few old pictures on the wall. There was the door to her other room, the one with the couch and bed, the bed where she had made an extra 200$ the afternoon before.
The main glass door had her name on the front... 'Michelle Spillane. Private Investigator'. She smiled; her dad had named her after himself and nicknamed her Mickey. There was another glazed door that led to a small, outer office where her secretary worked on a part time basis, and today being Saturday, it was empty. She didn't normally come in on a Saturday, but she had another important client, and they were due any time.
And just then she heard a knock on the outer door, and someone enter the outer office. Michelle opened the top drawer in her desk and moved her revolver closer to her.
"Come in... I'm in the inner office." She shouted through the door. As it opened, she reached for the gun.
The door opened and a stunning blonde woman walked in, a very familiar woman, one she knew intimately. This was Mrs Jayne Maxwell, wife of Michael 'Mickey' Maxwell, the man who had paid her the best part of a grand to get pictures of her infidelity; the woman she had seduced with her lover to gain the photographs. She now walked in, expensively dressed in a full fur coat and heels.
"Ah Miss Spillane... how nice to see you again" the blonde said, "I'm sure you know why I'm here?"
"I do... and yes I got them." Mickey said, unlocking another drawer and pulling out another large envelope.
She passed it over to Mrs Maxwell, who opened it and pulled out a set of photographs. She looked through them carefully and smiled.
"Well, these are excellent, and I think I recognise the woman... but how... and when?"
"Well, your husband made it clear from our first meeting he wanted me... so I let him. All it took was a hidden camera, a careful angle and me developing the shots yesterday. And to complete your question, in my bed next door."
"You are a resourceful woman... working both sides and making money off us both." Mrs Maxwell said, with a frown "But I got what I wanted... thank you, and this is for you..."
The blonde now passed over an envelope and Mickey counted out the notes, seven new 100$ bills. Mickey put it in the locked drawer and locked it.
"So, Mrs Maxwell, is there anything else I can do for you?" Mickey said as she stood up.
"Oh yes, I hope you're not busy... but I wanted to 'consult' you on something else" she said, standing up and slowly undoing her fur coat and easing it off her shoulders... she was completely naked underneath, her full figure so tempting, so sexy.
"I charge 100$..." Mickey said, getting up and walking to the bedroom door.
...
Mickey sat back and relaxed. It was Sunday, a day she had for herself and looked around the familiar room. This was her family home, the one where she was born, where she grew up and where she had lost her virginity. And now here she was all alone. Her mother had died when she was very young, and her dad had brought her up, with help from his sister. But they were both gone, and she missed her dad especially.
He had been a cop, one of the old-fashioned sort who believed in good and evil, law and order and that bad people should go to jail. He had been big, tough and very Irish, being a second-generation immigrant from Dublin. But at home he had been the big, gentle giant that loved and looked after his daughter, the image of her mother, but with his hair.
It had been five years ago, when she had left school and was still considering college or a job; eighteen tough and independent, pretty and sexy that he had been gunned down. He had found about a colleague passing on information to a mobster and had gone to his Lieutenant. But he too had been involved, and her dad had been gunned down to protect him. It had left her devastated and determined to find out more and avenge him.
She had joined the police academy and done very well. She was strong and fit, clever and knew the game and graduated with high recommendations for working in detection. She had done her two years as a patrol officer, being highly valued. But the after-effects of her dad's demise were still present and that Lieutenant, now a captain had tried to get her eliminated. She had survived the gunshot but knew her career was over. However, the connection back to the captain was made and he had been quietly paid off while she was given a very generous pay-off for her injury and to keep her quiet.
And so, she had set herself up as a Private Investigator, quite happy to take on the somewhat simplistic and low paid jobs at first before getting more juicy cases, such as the 'Maxwells'. She smiled to herself, being able to work both sides had been very risky and yet very fulfilling and with both sex-starved people taking advantage of her, she had cleared the best part of two grand: all for the love of her pussy.
She sighed, opened the bottle of whiskey and poured herself another large shot... she could enjoy this.
"To you Dad... made another big case... love you." She said into the empty room and drank the fiery liquid in one.
...
The Mandy Moore case started properly for Mickey on the Tuesday. She was sitting at her desk, finishing up writing up her notes for the Maxwell cases, when she heard the outer door open and a muted conversation in the outer lobby/ office. Then she heard the clickity-clack of her 'secretary', Alice's high heels, a knock at the door and the young woman came in.
Alice was short and young, with short dark hair, a decent figure and glasses hiding her dark eyes. She now looked at Mickey and spoke.
"Hello, Mickey... a Mrs Moore is outside and wants to speak with you."
"Sure, Alice... show her in". Mickey said.
A middle-aged woman stepped into the room and Mickey was already intrigued. She was well dressed but the clothes were old and worn. And as she walked in, Mickey noted the slightly shaky walk, the slight droop in her stature. She sat down and looked up at Mickey who was even more surprised. This was a woman who looked, dressed and walked like a fifty-year-old, and yet when she looked into the face, Mickey saw a woman much younger.
"So how can I help you Mrs Moore?" she said, sitting straight and watching the woman.
"I want you to find my daughter." She replied, her voice wavering slightly.
"Sure... when did she go missing?" Mickey asked.
"About three months ago... she hasn't been found, and neither has her... body." the woman said, holding back her tears.
"Right, so I assume the police have been involved." Mickey said, and seeing the nod "...what do they say?"
"Oh, the usual things... she may be dead... she has run away... she will be back in her own time." The woman said, "But I know my daughter, she is no fool, and she would always let me know where she is."
Mickey now listened as the woman described her daughter as she reached for a photograph. When she passed it over, Mickey saw a pretty blonde face looking back, with blue eyes and a slightly wicked looking smile. With being dressed in a high school cheerleader outfit, she could also see she had a sporty but good figure and would certainly attract guys.
According to her mother she was outgoing and clever, worked hard at school and was aiming for college. She swam for the school, led the cheerleading squad and was a popular girl with some very good friends. She was close to her parents but liked being out with her friends too. Mickey was about to ask about boys but was cut off.
"Oh, I know I'm describing the perfect girl, but we are close and she has confided in me. She knows her mind and likes boys. So she told me she is no virgin and she had slept with two former boyfriends. But she took those decisions herself, always uses a condom and is on the pill. So you see, Miss Spillane, she is no naïve innocent."
"Thank you for that, Mrs Moore." Mickey replied "I have to ask this.. has she any enemies...anyone maybe unhappy she turned them down... or split up with them?"
"No... I'd kinda say the opposite, she is well liked and maybe a little too forward, if you get my drift." She answered.
Mickey was beginning to get a feel for this missing girl. She could picture her with her friends, probably the most outgoing, probably the most flirty too and probably the one willing to go through with her flirts. She somehow suspected that Mandy had been with a few more men, maybe even women, than she had told her mom.
"Well Mrs Moore, if the police haven't found her, I'm not sure I can... they have so many more resources than I do." Mickey said honestly. "And I don't want to waste your money."
"I know, you're probably thinking I'm a woman who will try anything, and you're right" she answered "But you're a woman, not much older than Mandy. And I suspect you may have insights on her the police don't have; maybe an empathy?"
"And you're also right, we're not rich, but we do have some savings... our daughter is worth more than that, even more."
Mickey saw the intensity in the woman's eyes and knew she could take her for all those savings. But for all her hard-headed approach, she wasn't hard hearted and she felt a sympathy for the mother. But she was sure this wasn't a case that would be successful.
"Ok, Mrs Moore... I will have a look into it." Mickey said after a pause "I'll tell you what I will do, I will make some enquiries and if after a week I don't get anywhere I shall stop. I'll not take your money for nothing."
The look of relief and hope in the woman's eyes seemed to light up her face and for that moment Mickey saw the attractive woman at her real age. It added to Mickey's feeling of sympathy and reinforced her belief she shouldn't be unfair.
...
Mickey started straight away on the new case, making a brief summary of the case, adding the photo into a new file. Having done the initial admin, and put away the starting fee of 200$ into her locked drawer, she picked up her phone and made a call to a familiar friend.
"Hello, police.. Sergeant Higgins speaking." A familiar voice answered.
"Hello John... Mickey here, how are you?" she said, brightly
"Ten times worse since I picked up the phone." He answered, his voice deep but with a trace of humour.
"Aw don't be like that... are you busy this evening, can I buy you a drink?" she said.
"So you want information... ok usual place, usual time." He replied and put the phone down.
Five hours later and Mickey walked into the bar. It was a pretty uneventful place; dark clean enough, with the aroma of cheap beer and smoke. It was the sort of place where people knew who you were but didn't spread the information around. The perfect place for illicit meetings and hookups.
She looked around and saw the usual mix, businessmen on their way home, taking a drink before facing their wives. A few younger guys around the pool table, losing their money to the two pool sharks working the tables. And a scattering of young women, dressed smartly with too much lipstick; working girls looking for their money of the day; usually on their back with no clothes. But it was the large black man at the end of the bar she saw and went to,
"Hello John." She said, sidling into a stool next to him and catching the barman's eye.
"Hello trouble... same again." He said to the barman "And she's paying."
"Same for me thanks" she added, putting a bill onto the bar.
"So how is my favourite godfather?" she added.
Sergeant John Higgins was another good cop in a district renowned for too many bad ones. He had been at the academy with her father and they had become good friends and excellent partners. It was a strange mix, an Irish American white man and a big black man from Brooklyn and yet they got on so well. So much so that her father had asked John to be her Godfather for her christening.
Her father's death had hit John hard and he had briefly taken to drink, but the need for him to find out about her father's death and his wanting revenge had put him back on the rails and he had become a tireless seeker of the bad apples in the department. He had been shot but recovered and put two other cops away. But his success had come at a cost and he was now a desk holder in the records department, a stupid waste of his talent, but a valuable resource for her.
"The usual... bored frustrated but good." He answered "My Bonnie's heading to college."
"Oh great, how is the girl?" Mickey asked
Bonnie was his eldest daughter, a bright pretty girl who was also very clever. She was only a few years younger than Mickey and they had become good friends.
"Oh she's good... I hate to think how she'll get on at college... too clever for her own good." He said.
"Oh she'll be fine... good head, good body. She'll do well" she answered with a chuckle.
"That is not something to say to a father." He replied "Now what is it you want?"
"The Mandy Moore case... I've been asked to look into it." She answered. That drew a look from her godfather.
"Mrs Moore been to see you eh... well I guess I'm not surprised." He said.
"No I bet, seeming you apparently gave her my name." she said.
"Shhh... don't tell everyone." He said "But yes, she accosted me coming out of the station and asked me to help. The case had been closed in the precinct, so I suggested you."
"It has been described as an open and shut case; pretty young female runs away from her unhappy home and has disappeared. The detectives are split, one reckons she is dead, killed by a jealous boyfriend, the other thinks she has gone to live with a lover. Either way, there is no clear trail left, and no body."
"I don't know though, Mickey, something doesn't feel quite right. From what I could see, the home was very happy, the girl didn't seem unhappy, and the boys seemed above board to me. There was no evidence of drugs, she liked a drink yes but not excessively and the girl was no prude sexually; no repressed virgin running off with the first man with an erect dick she met."
"That's my John... always sugarcoating the sexual element." She laughed, catching the barman's eye for more drinks.
"And there seems no evidence of a kidnap neither... no ransom demand, no panties sent to the parents and honestly, they're not rich enough, not famous enough" John continued sipping at his drink.
"Yes, I talked with the mother, and I was a little surprised at how open she was with her daughter's sexual history. I got the feel for a genuinely loving mother who wants her daughter back. But I did warn her I may not get anywhere."
"I'll write down a few details for you and send them to you." He said, "Office or home?"
"Office please... I don't trust my local mailman." She answered, "I think he fancies me."
"Oh, who wouldn't, the way you dress..." he answered and took another swig of his pint.
...
His letter arrived two days later and were a brief but detailed assessment of the case. The girl had disappeared on her way back from high school. The disappearance had been reported near to midnight, as she was often home late. The detectives had interviewed the normal suspects, but everyone seemed genuine and no one seemed suspicious. But from his notes, she got the distinct feeling her godfather was not impressed by the efforts of the assigned detectives.
She started properly the next day. She first talked to the parents again, both the mother and father and was unafraid to ask some detailed questions, some quite pointed. But she was impressed by the quiet dignity, the obvious love for their daughter and the father even confirmed that they would give everything to have her home safe. She was convinced they had nothing to do with the disappearance and that there was no sexual deviancy in this house.
She also took the chance to look through Mandy's room, using her own memories of being a late teen and where she might hide things. It was much like her own room had been; similar posters of hunky men on the walls, the same feeling of a girl moving from teenage to adult. The clothes and underwear might be different, but she felt a bond with the missing girl.
It took her a while but she did find the secret location, like her own room, the loose floorboard teased up over months so a box could be hidden there away from curious parents. Inside the box was the usual mix, love letters, a pressed flower and maybe more surprisingly, a large dildo; so this girl was sexually aware and prepared to explore it.
There were two bound up bundles of love letters, the evidence of her two main relationships. They were similar even if the boys were quite different. Love letters, photos, a pressed flower, and pair of her panties, probably the pair she had worn on their first time of sex, and she thought she could detect a faint scent of her sex. They were rather sweet even though the letters got pretty explicit, detailing what she wanted next, how, where and when... and it was clear, both guys had nice dicks. She knew she had to interview these two guys.
Mark Randolph was the first she talked to. He was a tall, fit and athletic guy in his first ear of college; two years older than Mandy and handsome. They met at the college café and talked. He came over as very honest and approachable. Yes he had dated Mandy for about three months, yes their relationship had got sexual and yes the sex was good. It had ended when they had got bored with each other and she had found someone else. Yes he was disappointed, but he had got over it, especially when he met Sally a fellow college student. He had last seen Mandy a week before her disappearance.
Mickey had to admit she liked him, he was handsome with an open honest face and yes he had a good body. She also noted his eyes spent a lot of time wandering over her own body. She had decided to be informal and so was wearing tight jeans and a sweater that showed off her good figure and she wasn't surprised he was eyeing her up. She gave him her card, and asked him to call if he remembered anything else, somehow suspecting he might, in an effort to pick her up.
Steve Gold was different. He was short and dark, with suspicious eyes. He was also handsome but was much more cautious and it took a lot more time to get him to talk. He was also much more guarded about their relationship. He gave the impression it was Mandy that pursued him but that when they got together it was very intense. But it had been short and she left him for someone else, but he didn't know who. He had last seen her on the day before she disappeared, and yes there had been an argument but he hadn't harmed her, wouldn't harm her.
She was intrigued at Steve, he was a young first year student, like Mark and yet more introvert and didn't really eye her up. She was sure he was holding something back and she was sure it was important. And yet she didn't get a negative vibe from him. She gave him her card too and urged him to call if he remembered anything else.
She then talked to some of Mandy's friends, a group of girls she agreed to meet at a local coffee house. They were a typical mix of eighteen-year-olds, different looks, different races but all bubbly and fun. But she didn't learn much more she didn't know. Mandy was fun, she was cool and no one could understand why she would go missing. But Mickey felt one of the girls, a slightly shorter, dark haired girl called Jenny seemed less bubbly and she felt she knew something. Again she passed out her cards to them.
The following day, Mickey dressed up more formally in her dark suit, white blouse and skirt with sensible heels. She looked smart and professional and older than her twenty-four years. Today she interviewed Mandy's teachers, three of them, the subject heads for her chosen subjects of English, History and French.
The first was the history teacher, Mrs Fiona Thomas, a middle aged woman with a slight English accent. She was somewhat plain and yet somewhat charismatic with her obvious enthusiasm for her subject and her students. She told of a bright enthusiastic girl who seemed very keen on the more intensive periods of history. Mickey wondered whether she would be as knowledgeable about her non-academic side.
"Oh yes, Mandy... a girl who is maybe too clever, too wise for her own good. I saw her with at least three different guys here and I'm sure she was intimate with them" she said "Women?... no I didn't see any evidence of that, but I wouldn't be surprised."
The English teacher was next, Mr John Knight, a tall good looking young man who could certainly turn heads. Again he talked about her intelligence, her hard working. He talked about the school play where she was due to play Juliet. He seemed more reluctant to discuss her social life.
"Now come on Mr Knight, a handsome young man like you... surely some girls would have a crush on you?"
"That sort of behaviour is against the rules... anyway, I am a recently married man,"
But somehow Mickey wasn't too convinced.
The third teacher was Eloise Legrand, a second-generation French immigrant. She was short, dark and extremely attractive and something more; she just seemed to ooze sex appeal; Mickey felt it when the woman came into the room. She was wearing a simple white sweater, and dark skirt, that were simple and yet on her looked elegant and emphasised her curves.
Once again, she talked about Mandy's cleverness and her willingness to learn. She had a natural skill at language, even picking up regional accents. She was also particularly good at the oral plays they did. As she spoke, Mandy picked up a couple of things, Eloise's normal school accent slipped a little, her native French accent coming to the fore and her voice changed when she talked about Mandy.
"And her social life... was she attracted to anyone?" Mickey asked.
"oh I saw her with two or more boys... I didn't see her with girls, well unless as a group."
"And the teachers, anything there?" Mickey asked looking straight into the French teacher's eyes.
"No... nothing there." Eloise answered, but the answer was too quick and her eyes flicked away from Mickey.
"Really... a beautiful woman like you, that sexy French accent, the romance of French... and a young girl seeking more knowledge, becoming more adult?" Mickey carried on and saw the woman falter.
"It's ok, this is totally confidential... no one needs to know... and remember I'm looking for her.. to find her" and she moved and held the French teacher's hand.
"But this could ruin me... and my family..." she said, with a whimper.
"It's ok, you don't need to say... just nod if you wish..." Mickey said.
"So you were attracted to her as she was to you. I suspect she came on to you, a girl way ahead of her years in experience and you responded." Mickey said quietly, as Eloise nodded.
"Maybe an after-school French play rehearsal that got a little heated... an embrace followed by a kiss... and then another... then exploring hands... and before you knew it, you were becoming closer."
Eloise threw her head into her hands.
"It's ok... as I say this will go no further" Mickey said, holding the woman's hands "And I'm not judging... I'm just trying to fill in the gaps of this complex person."
"And Eloise... I can understand her feelings... you are a stunning woman." Mickey added looking back into her tear-stained eyes.
"You are too..." she replied. Smiling a little.
"Look Eloise, I probably should go... but I can be in the bar down the road at 5pm, If you want to meet up... maybe we can talk more?"
...
The bar was a little more upmarket than her usual haunts, but there was still that same mixed aroma of stale beer and cigarettes that seemed to be usual for all bars. And the clientele seemed familiar, men on their way home from work, couples looking for some privacy and even the odd woman looking for some action. As she walked in, she was conscious of a number of eyes watching her.
Mickey herself took a usual place for her, a stool at the end of the bar, where she could look at the door and keep an eye open for any unwanted interest. Two men did ask for her company, something she politely refused, saying she was waiting for someone. But it was already 5.15pm and she had been there nearly forty-five minutes and was beginning to think Eloise wasn't coming.
But just then, the door opened and she came in, looking somewhat uncertain and perhaps even scared. Mickey waved and the French woman saw her and came over.
"I'm... I'm sorry I'm late... I wasn't sure I wanted to come." She muttered, her voice hesitant.
"It's no worries, and you don't have to tell me anything" Mickey replied, smiling at her "Now let me get you a drink, and we can go to a table."
"They do a decent white wine here." Eloise said.
"Right then we shall have a bottle.... that way we don't need to keep coming up here" Mickey replied, catching the barman's eye.
A few minutes later and they were drinking the wine and chatting about general things. They had found a table away from the main crowd and were able to talk in privacy. After her first glass, Eloise seemed to relax a bit and started to talk, and she went into some detail.
She had been attracted to the vivacious Mandy, both her looks and her excellent French and it was clear Mandy reciprocated that attraction. And it was the after-school play rehearsal, practising a very emotional speech that they got close, their lips touched, and they were kissing and caressing.
"I wasn't thinking... just kissing, caressing and taking clothes off. Even in such a dangerous place, with a curtain between us and the hall door, we were soon naked and getting very intimate. Oh, it was silly, I realised afterwards how stupid I'd been, and I awaited the blackmail. But it didn't come, and she told me afterwards she had found someone else, someone secret."
"So, it was just the once?" Mickey asked, topping up their glasses.
"Yes... somehow we both knew it was over... exciting though it had been" Eloise said, "Its funny talking with you a stranger, and away from school, I don't feel so embarrassed."
"It's ok... as I said, I am trying to find her.. I'll not say a word.. your secret is safe with me." Mickey said.
Somehow the conversation had got incredibly quiet, very intimate and their hands were touching; they were looking into each other's eyes and Mickey realised how a young girl could be attracted to this gorgeous woman. She herself was feeling somewhat aroused by the closeness of this woman.
"Oh... er the bottle's empty... Shall I get another one?" she asked, breaking the silence that had descended over them.
"Well yes... but if you prefer I have something better at my home... it's only a few minutes away." Eloise said.
And there was the offer, and Mickey knew what it meant... this was a not-so-subtle invitation to share her bed, stay the night. She was shocked and yet not surprised and she wondered if there was more information to come. She smiled and nodded and the two girls walked out together.
Her place was a small, but well laid out apartment on the second floor of an apartment block. It was in a reasonably decent part of town, not ideal but cheap. The apartment itself was quite different, clean and tidy and well furnished even if it was second hand. It had a sense of style that shouted good taste. And that continued with Eloise pouring out a particularly good wine that both enjoyed on the sofa.
Eloise had taken her coat off and was sat in a cream sweater that hugged her slim figure, showing off her small but beautifully shaped breasts, and a pair of loose pants that added to her elegant look. Mickey had to admit, in that outfit and her pretty, dark looks she looked the epitome of French style and she exuded sex appeal.
They chatted for a while, simple aimless things as if neither wanted to commit to anything more detailed, but even that conversation eased. Then Eloise took Mickeys glass, set it down, took her face in her hands and kissed her. It was a glorious kiss on her lips, that opened her mouth and led to one of the most passionate kisses she had ever experienced, and she kissed the girl back.
Now there were no words, as things developed in a glorious way... from that first kiss to more kisses,., to hands exploring each other... to slowly easing clothes off and Eloise taking Mickey's hand and leading the naked PI to her bed. The bedroom too exuded style and sexiness, with a large black and white picture of a stunning naked woman, that Mickey realised was Eloise.
And in bed, they continued to kiss and caress each other, hands exploring breasts, necks, thighs and their pussies. It was no surprise to Mickey that Eloise was shaven, her small, slim body beautifully shaped and Mickey could understand a photographer, an artist, a sculptor wanting to capture this beauty in art. But Eloise was also drawn in to Mickey's bigger but beautiful figure too and soon she was taking over, turning Mickey onto her back and slowly but surely seducing her to climax.
And Mickey just lay back and moaned louder and louder as Eloise moved over her body, her soft lips kissing her all over, against her sensitive neck, down her navel, little flicks of her tongue, small nibbles with her teeth adding to the sublime pleasure. And her lips on her breasts, her teeth gently biting her hard nipples and then between her legs was getting her so aroused, so close to cumming.
Now she felt the deep pleasure of the French girl's hot breath against her pussy, her tongue exploring the folds between her ass and her prominent clit, her fingers circling her inner folds, bring her ever closer and then her tongue circling and flicking against her clit. Mickey cried out loud as that and her body started to shake, her inners seemed to turn over.
"Oh... fuck yes..." she screamed out as she bucked against the sheets.
Within minutes she felt the inner warmth the shuddering within herself that was so glorious and so primal and she grabbed Eloise's head as if to push her even closer to her sex. And then it hit, like a wave of sheer pleasure, her whole body seemed to freeze as the emotions took over; it was an orgasm she hadn't felt for so long, maybe never before and she felt the sweet release of her sexual juices as she squirted them all over the glorious dark head between her legs.
Eloise thirstily drank them up and emerged from between her legs, her subtle lipstick a mess as she licked at Mickeys juices, smiled at her panting post orgasmic state and then slid sexily up her body and took her into a lovely long hug. They didn't say anything for a while, just enjoying each others bare skin against theirs, their shared sexual enjoyment. Then Eloise spoke, quietly.
"You are welcome to stay the night, if you want." She said quietly.
"I intend to..." Mickey responded "I think you want to tell me something... and I owe you an orgasm..."
"Oh you do..." she giggled back and then looked into Mickeys eyes "And I do have more to say.."
She spoke softly and without the previous hesitations. She had been with Mandy more than once and it was a short but very erotic and hot relationship. Mandy had been so enthusiastic and as Mickey knew, Eloise was a highly skilled and beautiful lover.
But even though it had been wonderful, the affair had ended and although Eloise was somewhat relieved, her career might not be ruined, she was also a little sad. But she also knew Mandy had someone else, someone especially important.
"I thought there might be someone from the start." She said "But it didn't stop her being very sexual with me."
"But somehow it seemed to change... she got less insistent, I was taking charge more,,, I had thought she was getting bored with me, but I realised there was someone else, someone more attractive for her."
"We split up in a remarkably adult way and that made me even more sure she had someone else. And before you ask, I don't know, I didn't ask her and I didn't want to. And I don't think she would have said anyway."
"I understand that... the more I'm investigating, the more I'm seeing a very complex, very adult and very mysterious woman; much older than her eighteen years."
"Yes, that is how I would describe her... and someone seeking something, something different." Eloise responded.
The rest of the conversation faded out as Mickey now pushed Eloise onto her back and started to seduce her. She was sure she was no way as skilled as the Frenchwoman but she knew her way around a female body and soon had her panting in delight. She loved kissing her shapely neck, the small breasts with the large erect nipples; the taught tummy that led to her shaven pussy. She smelled and tasted divine, her musk so delicious and Mickey drank thirstily. Her orgasm was hard and noisy and Mickey was sure she hadn't come in a while.
Their passions spent, they soon fell asleep in each others arms, deep sleep they both needed. In the morning, a naked Eloise made breakfast, strong coffee and French baked croissants with jam. The pair of them sat, naked and happy chatting about many things as they devoured the food. Eloise offered Mickey her shower but Mickey refused saying she'd prefer to spend the day in Eloise's scent.
Mickey got dressed and hugged the |French girl before she left. She had already scribbled her home address and number on the back of her card.
"No pressure, and my place is much scruffier than this, but if you need time away from here... or just more sex... give me a call." Mickey said as she hugged Eloise and left. She was sure they would be meeting up again.
...
The rest of that day, Mickey sat in her office, drank a lot of coffee as she wrote out her brief notes and thoughts into a more logical way. She wrote a page for each of the people she had met, writing down the interviews and adding her thoughts on each character. Having done that she sat back and thought about whet she had written and how to proceed.
She was getting a much clearer impression of Mandy, a cute looking girl in that photo and yet a far more complex and adult woman. And more than ever, Mickey was sure she was still alive and that she had heard something, seen a reaction that told her more; but like an object just out of reach it remained frustratingly elusive. But she had put together a new plan of action including who to interview next.
That evening she went back to the Moore's house and talked with the parents. She gave an outline of what she had learned so far and her views of where things stood. She gave a overall view, holding back on specific details, but she could tell they thought there was more.
"Thank you, Miss Spillane,... er Mickey..." Mr Moore said, "But I think there is more... please don't sugar coat it for us."
"Ok... well your daughter has not been entirely truthful with you, I think she has been with more people than she has told you. She is more adult, more mature than I have known any eighteen year old and that includes me at that age." She said.
"I guessed so... I think we both did." Mr Moore said. "But I think we both need to know one thing."
"yes... Mickey... do you think she's alive?" Mrs Moore interjected, her eyes tearing up.
Mickey thought for a moment, asking herself the same question and not knowing the answer. She was in a quandary; she hadn't found anything new that suggested she was alive or for that matter that suggested she wasn't. And yet, she was sure she had been told something that was important to the case. And as she looked at the couple, seeing the hope in their eyes she didn't want to raise false hope or yet devastate their hopes.
"I don't know..." she answered "I've not found anything yet that gives any proof either way."
"But in your gut, Mickey... what do you think?" Mr Moore asked.
"Again I cant be certain, but I somehow feel she isn't dead." Mickey answered "But if that's the case, then it suggests she doesn't want to be found."
She regretted saying that as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Mrs Moore burst into tears and Mr Moore's composed expression seemed to break for a moment. But he composed himself, put an arm around his wife and responded.
"That's fair, I did ask. And if I'm being honest, I wondered if that might be the case." He said "So Mickey, I'd like to hire you to find out more. What are your rates...100$ a day plus expenses?"
"They are... but I won't lie, I may not find anything."
"I know... but my wife was right, you are close to Mandy's age, have a similar feminine instinct and we both trust you to do your best" Mr Moore continued "So here's 500$, a week in advance... and let us know of any expenses."
Later that evening, she got a phone call from Alice to tell her that she had a message and that Jenny Harlow wanted to talk. Jenny was one of Mandy's school friends, the quieter one, and she wanted to meet Mickey at a local café bar the next Saturday.
Mickey wasn't to know, but this would be a major move forward.
...
Saturday and Mickey walked into the café bar near to Mandy's school. It was much like any café bar, a long diner like counter, an Italian style coffee machine a board offering snacks and pastries and a set of plastic seats and tables by the large window. It was already quite busy as she walked in and looked around. She saw the girl, looking different out of her school uniform but the same short, shy girl. She was already at a table slightly away from the others.
Mickey ordered herself a coffee and pastry and the same for the girl. From the start, with the way the girl was dressed in a blouse and skirt, with some subtle makeup and her choice of coffee, that she was trying to be more adult. But she was nervous, uneasy in her skin, that she looked even younger than her eighteen years.
But Mickey understood, even though she herself had been a more confident teen, and with her father's death at eighteen, she had grown up very quickly. But she remembered the insecurity of being that 'near adult', trying to fit into a complex adult world. And so she started by chatting generally, school, subjects, achievements and soon Jenny was proudly talking about her academic successes and hope to go to college.
Mickey ordered them more coffees and then turned the conversation to more personal matters. She had such good listening skills, the dark-haired girl was soon talking more openly. Alice felt she was the school swot, successful in subjects but awful with boys. She had had a few boyfriends but they hadn't stayed long and Mickey knew she was still a virgin. She leant in, her next question a gamble.
"And girls, Jenny... do you find girls attractive?... do you find me attractive?" Mickey asked.
"Oh I... that is..." Jenny stammered and blushed bright red.
"That's ok Jenny... many girls go through a phase where they fancy girls" Mickey said, holding her hand "It really is nothing to be ashamed of."
"Oh, no one has ever said that to me... I've always felt bad about thinking those thoughts."
"So tell me, did you have a crush on Mandy?" Mickey said seeing a nod and another blush. "And did it go further,,, a few kisses and cuddles?"
Again more nods and the girl looking away embarrassed.
"Look at me Jenny... Please I'm not judging... would it help if I said I'd been with girls... indeed I spent a night with one a few days ago?"
Jenny stared opened mouthed at Mickey for a while, shocked that Mickey would say such a secret thing but somehow she felt more comfortable with this woman.
"I... no one has ever told me... I... Mandy was so nice, we went somewhere secret and we lay together naked and she...well... no one ever touched me there... I enjoyed it" Jenny stammered out.
"It's ok Jenny... lesbian sex can be wonderful... in fact sometimes it can be better than with men" mickey said "Don't feel ashamed, but you probably don't want to tell your folks."
"Oh fuck no...oh sorry." Jenny said, blushing again.
"It's ok... I've heard worse." Mickey said, and they both giggled, breaking the tension a little
"So Jenny, why did you want to see me?" Mickey asked "Is it something about Mandy?"
"Yes... My time with Mandy wasn't that long, only a couple of times, then she moved on. She did that a lot, especially with boys." Jenny said "And then that afternoon, she walked out of school, saying she was meeting someone and vanished."
"Did she give any indication who she was seeing?" Mickey asked.
"No, but it was someone secret... someone she didn't want anyone to know." Jenny said.
"Ok. That's useful, thank you Jenny."
"No, that's not why I called you... I thought I saw Mandy two weeks ago."
Now it was Mickey's turn to stare at the other girl. This was new and potentially vital. She studied the girl again, pretty face, dark eyes and dark hair, but she now saw the intelligence and the hidden passion behind that intelligence, and she knew this girl wasn't lying.
"Tell me please Jenny... this is important." Mickey said after a pause.
"I was in town with my mom, buying some... er underwear when I thought I saw her coming out of the shop. But I saw I was wrong, she was dark haired, different hairstyle and wore sunglasses. And she looked older too. And yet, there was something about her, the way she stood, the walk that was her. And when she saw me she turned and walked away quickly." Jenny said.
"And you say this was two weeks ago..." Mickey asked, seeing a nod.
"If you could tell me where, I shall investigate" Mickey said "And Jenny, keep this to yourself for the moment, I don't want to raise Mandy's parent's hopes."
...
Later that day, Mickey pulled into the college campus and parked up her bike. She found using a motorbike much easier and cheaper than a car and enjoyed the ride. She locked it up, and walked in to the main campus and found the college café. She had two further meetings that day, but first needed to change out of her leathers.
Her first meeting was with Mark Randolph, the tall athletic student she had talked to before. Once again he was eyeing her up and she was somewhat playing the game. She was wearing a tight shirt, with a few buttons undone, giving a hint of cleavage and a short skirt that showed a lot of leg. She knew she was distracting him somewhat and smiled at his attempt to chat her up. One thing was for sure, he was visually undressing her with his eyes. She had hoped this might loosen his tongue a bit but he seemed far more interested in her hot body.
So she played him along a bit more, heading with him to the local student bar. He signed her in and bought them both beers. This pub was full of students enjoying a lunchtime drink. Drink was cheap here, and although the clientele may be of a higher quality than most she knew, the bar itself was much like many others she knew. Except that there was a higher number of girls in here, a higher proportion of couples and very clearly a high degree of pairing off happened in here.
And still he wouldn't say anything new, giving the hint he did know something but holding back for something in exchange, her body for his information. She wasn't really that desperate but he was a handsome guy, a young virile man with an obviously good body, the results of his athletic feats. So she submitted to his charms and joined him back in his dorm room.
His room was a typical student room, untidy with books and clothes strewn over many surfaces. The walls were covered in a mix of posters, famous sports stars and a number of topless and naked women. On his noticeboard was a mix of schedules, notes of assignments to complete and various small notes with a name and number, and yes her card was there too.
He quickly pushed the clothes off his bed then drew her into his arms. She had to admit he was good at this, it wasn't long before he had her shirt and bra off, often an obstacle for a guy, but not this one. Soon her skirt and shoes followed so she squeezed into him in only her panties feeling his hard dick pressing against his jeans. And she knew another reason why he was popular with girls, this was a large, thick dick.
And naked, standing over her naked body as she lay on his bed he looked magnificent, tall athletic with a great body and a large dick standing proud in front of him. He didn't waste time, climbing on top of her, thrusting down and into her. Without any proper foreplay, she was barely ready for him and she felt a little pain as he thrust deep into her, his thickness pushing her pussy aside. But the depth of him, the feeling of him filling her was pretty erotic and she was ready for a good long fuck.
Except it didn't work out that way; a few minutes later and he was groaning out loud, she felt his cock jerk and then pump his seed into her. She felt a twinge of enjoyment but really she was disappointed, that cock that body promised so much more and she realised he was just after enjoying himself, not caring for his partner, a fact reinforced when he slid out and seemed reluctant to even hold her.
And that wasn't the end of her disappointment, he didn't have much more to add to his previous statement. Yes he had been with Mandy, but she had left him for someone else and no he didn't know who it was. As she dressed herself, the young man watching her from his bed, she felt a pang of shame, she had been duped into this and it was her own fault. But it had been a nice distraction, so she slung him her panties as a reward and left his room.
Walking through the campus in her shirt and short skirt she was very aware of the cool breeze now blowing, especially against her bare pussy. She had another half an hour before her next meeting, in a different bar with the other undergraduate. Steve Gold. Part of her didn't want to go, the feeling of disappointment after Mark was still with her but maybe this would be better.
Another student bar, much the same as the previous one; bright, noisy and busy. A few guys turned their heads as she opened the door but soon turned back when she strode along the bar to where Steve sat alone. It was so strange the difference, two handsome young men, but Steve was dark and quiet against Mark's brash blonde good looks. She ordered two beers and sat at his table.
They chatted easily enough, although Steve was more withdrawn, less outgoing and she was sure he was hiding something. And then she saw the pad, a ring filed one that she recognised as an artist's sketchbook.
"Is that your sketchbook?... can I have a look?" she reached for it as he nodded reluctantly.
She opened it and started to look through. The first couple of sketches were of riverside locations, next to the campus. Then the next was a quick pencil sketch of a pretty girl's head, and she suddenly realised it was of her. She was impressed, it wasn't photographic, but she caught her head shape, the uplift of her chin and her large eyes.
"Is this me?" she asked, seeing him nod "It's very good."
"I did it from memory... you are fascinating to draw." He replied with a slight smile.
She continued to look through the pad, seeing more landscapes and the odd pictured portrait, many half sketches, details of a mouth or an eye. And then she turned a page and saw a drawing of Mandy. This was much better and she gathered she had posed for him; this one had taken time. She nodded and turned the page again, another head and shoulder and then...a full-length sketch, of Mandy lying on a bed, nude. It was stunning, again not photographic in style and yet catching the girl perfectly, and Mickey saw the rebel in Mandy.
"Oh... I'm sorry, I'd forgotten that was there." He said blushing.
"This is very good Steve... you have real talent." Mickey said "Do you have more of her?"
"Yes back in my room... I...er." He said.
"I'd like to see them Steve... and don't worry, as I said, I'm only here to find out more about her, I'm not the law and from these pictures I don't think she was 18 when you did these sketches."
He took her to his room, a similar room to Mark's and yet very different. This was clean and tidy, everything put away, no spare clothes or books flung across the room. The posters were different too, artistic prints, impressionistic really and two full length pictures, one of Mandy, naked and the other a naked dark-haired girl she didn't recognise; both were in colour, both stunning.
And again there were more sketchbooks and she glanced through them. More woman but a lot more landscapes.
"These are good, Steve... do you major in art?" she asked, sat close to him.
"No I do French and History... but I love drawing, as a hobby really." He answered, being less cautious now.
"And let me guess, you don't have many models?"
"No... I'm too shy to ask... and most won't... even if I offer some money."
"But Mandy was different she wanted to?" She asked.
"Well it was more she saw a sketchbook on my shelf, after we... er well... and looking through the book she said she wanted to try." He said "She wasn't nude at first, but soon she was and she was wonderful to sketch."
"So you were already sleeping with her?" she asked
"Yes, we met in the café one afternoon, she asked what I was studying, and when I said French she was very interested. Then well we met more often and she asked to see what a student room looked like... and one thing led to another..." he said.
"But I probably shouldn't say any more."
"Look Steve, I promise I won't tell any of this, I really am only interested in searching for her... for her parents." She said, but he seemed to clam up.
"ok Steve, I can understand your reluctance... how about if I model for you... and you tell me more?" she said, smiling at him "How about if I was nude too?"
He gasped and nodded as she smiled and took her shirt off. Soon her bra, shoes and skirt followed and she lay on his bed naked. He stared and gasped and she was rather gratified he was so impressed with her. He laid her down on his bed and put her into a pose and started to sketch her. He worked fast and regularly turned the pages and she was sure he was doing small, detailed sketches of her body... an eye, her chin, her breasts and then the curve of her hips and pussy area. It was both relaxing and very erotic as he studied her so carefully.
They took a break and she got up and looked over his shoulder at the sketches. They were the details she had thought and they were very good. He had caught her so well and she was very impressed and she suspected this might be his way of expressing his liking of his subject, a fact she was sure of when she glanced down to see a prominent bulge in his pants. And she was aware of a change in atmosphere in the room.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gently kissed his neck, pressing her bare body against his back, her bare breasts pressed against his shirt. He moaned softly and turned his head and they kissed, lips in lips, tongue against tongue. She had thought he might be shy, might be reluctant but he wasn't as he turned her around and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, pressing his hard bulge against her pussy.
And that was but the start, he laid her back down on the bed, tore off his shirt and eased onto her body, kissing her from her chin down to her breasts, circling her breasts with his lips and then flicking his tongue against her hard nipples. And then lower, past her navel and to her pussy where he kissed and licked at her before thrusting his fingers into her hot wet pussy.
She was surprised, she had found few men who seemed so enthusiastic to eat her out, to give her such pleasure before taking his. And he was good, seeming to know just where to kiss her, just how far to thrust and how much to work on her clit. Soon she was writhing in her pleasure, moaning softly as she reached up for him.
And then he eased off her, tore off his pants and boxers, letting his dick out. It wasn't the size of Mark's, his was huge, but it was still big and thick and she purred at the sight of it, standing proudly in front of him. Then he climbed onto her and teasing her just a little longer by pressing his length along her lips, he thrust slowly and gently into her.
She was already so aroused he slid in easily and she was panting as he started to thrust in and out of her. Unlike earlier, her man was taking his time to ensure she got as much pleasure as he did and she appreciated it so much. And she was so horny she was almost cumming as he started to thrust. And it wasn't long before she felt that deep seated feeling, the warmth and deep delight that spread through her until like a bursting dam she climaxed, panting and moaning, her body shuddering and her pussy clamping tight around him. And that sent him wild so as she started to subside, he came, spurting his seed deep inside her.
She held him tight to her as he pumped again and again, feeling his body shake before he finished; and she held him longer, enjoying the feel of togetherness, their bodies locked by their sex, the feel, sounds and scents spreading over them. Then as he softened he eased off her and onto his back, his chest heaving.
She turned onto her side and looked down at him, his subtle handsome face and his eyes ablaze with satisfaction and delight. He looked up at her and their eyes locked and they shared the unspoken agreement that this had been a special fuck for them both, one of the very best. And then he started to talk, finally telling her more.
Mandy had met him in the café and they had started to talk. He had been attracted by her beauty, his artistic eye already beginning to sketch her in his mind. But it was their mutual attraction to French that had got them closer, first him telling her about the French at college and then chatting in French. And then she had wanted to see his room, so she could get an idea of a college room. To his surprise but not Mickey's, She had seduced him there, spending a considerable time having sex with him. After their time together, Mickey wasn't at all surprised.
But he continued with more useful information, as she listened, stroking his chest. He knew she had been with Mark, rather suspected he had followed Mark on her list of lovers. And she started to talk about him, about whether there was something they could do to 'spice things up'. And so the one night, she had got both Mark and Steve together and had a threesome.
"To be honest... I know she got her kicks from it, maybe even Mark... but it did nothing for me," he said "And I think she got that, and that was the start of the end."
"And a few days later, we started to argue and that last time we argued about another threesome." He added "She went off in a huff, and I was scared... well."
"You were worried the cops would think you reacted by killing her." She continued for him, he nodded sadly.
"You didn't though did you?" Mickey asked.
"Oh never... I was rather thinking I was falling in love with her."
That did surprise her and yet she was beginning to get a deeper feeling of the impact this girl had on people, especially those with feelings of their own. Her next question was tricky, but she had to ask.
"Did you think she had someone else?" she asked quietly; he paused for a second and then answered.
"I did yes, I suspected she might always have had someone else and towards the end I was certain." He answered "And I think it was someone she truly loved..."
She suspected that was all she was going to get from him, and she was somewhat distracted by the growing erection pressing against her thigh. She smiled and reached down, grabbed it and slowly stroked it.
"So young man... changing subject... are you wanting to draw me some more... or did you want to screw me?"
"Oh screw you, definitely..." he answered, drawing her back to him.
And for the next hour, any thoughts of missing girls, loving partners and the case went out of the window as they fucked again. This time was even better, his skilled lovemaking sending her into an erotic bliss she had barely felt in her life. She kinda lost count, but reckoned she had three hard, delicious orgasms before he came, sending more of his seed into her. It may have been the best fuck of her young life.
And afterwards, in that post coital time of closeness and relaxation, he told her his secret. When he had just turned eighteen, his parents had business in Europe and he was left alone, except for a French au-pair they hired to look after him, a 22 year-old, stunner called Louise. He had totally fallen for her and it seemed her for him. They spent four glorious weeks where he sketched her naked, and they made love everywhere. And she taught him how to be a great lover. And yes, the other picture was of Louise.
"Well Steve..." she said, while reluctantly dressing "She was very successful... you will have no problems with women if you make love like that..."
...
The following evening, Mickey sat in her favourite armchair, a whiskey by her side, looking through her notes. She kept on trying to reach that part of her brain that kept on nagging at her; she was sure she had seen something, heard something that was crucial to the case, something that would lead to a solution. But it kept on just out of reach.
"Oh c'mon Mickey... you know it's there... concentrate." She said to herself.
The trouble was her mind kept wandering, distracted by the previous evening, that wonderful session of modelling and fucking, of a man that knew just how to turn her on and make her orgasm... and more than once.
"...Mmm Steve..." she murmured under her breath, closing her eyes and seeing him entering her, his lovemaking so skilled...
And then she sat up straight, her mind clearing as she gasped. Her notes fell off her lap as she swore loudly. At that moment, in her room, she had solved the case. She just needed to confirm it.
She got up, threw off her lounging clothes, pulled on fresh underwear, a tshirt and her leather pants and jacket, before leaving her house and mounting her bike.
...
She knocked at the familiar door, knowing it was a Sunday evening but the close seemed quiet. She knocked again and heard the steps approaching the door, the sound of the lock and the door opening.
"Oh... it's you... what do you want?" the man said.
"We need to talk... now" she replied.
At that moment, she heard more steps and a pretty face emerged from behind the living room door, a dark haired young woman.
"Good evening, Mrs Knight." Mickey said "... or should I say... Mandy Moore..."
...
Sergeant John Higgins signed the paper, shut the file and put it in his out tray, another case file completed. It was the eighth he had done today, two more to do then he could go home. He sighed, he was beginning to really hate his job, knowing this desk job was making no use of his detecting skills.
Not for the first time, he contemplated retirement. He had five more years before he could go without issue, before then he would have to apply for special circumstances and would lose part of his pension. He had worked out the figures before and knew he would barely cope with the reduced money. He sighed again and reached for the next file.
At that very moment his phone rang, he reached for it muttering.
"If it's that brat, Mickey..." he picked up the handset.
"...Police... Sergeant Higgins here." He answered as he had so many times before.
There was silence for a second or two and then a muffled male voice answered.
"...Listen, and take this down, I'll not repeat myself... if you want to know more about Mandy Moore... check out the old warehouse on Union Street..."
"Wait a moment, who are you?" John said, but the phone clicked, breaking the connection.
He stared into space for a moment, he didn't recognise the voice, it wasn't one of his old contacts, and he was minded to assume this was a hoax call like so many others. And yet, why his number, it wasn't widely publicised, was this someone who knew him, or knew of him. He phoned an internal number.
"Lieutenant Brown... can I come and see you... I've just had a strange phone call."
Lieutenant Don Brown was the new man in the position, a detective from a different city, brought in to clean up the department and get the detective force back on its feet. He was comparatively young for the role, handsome and clever and John felt a little old and old fashioned in his presence. He told the Lieutenant about the call and waited as the information sank in.
"So John, you don't think this is a prank call?" Don said, looking at the large black man in front of him.
"No sir... my number isn't well known... and I was never associated with the case... and I think someone randomly calling my number doesn't make any sense." He replied.
"Mhm... I agree... do you think this has anything to do with that PI Mickey Spillane... I know she has been investigating... and I know about her link with you." Don continued.
John was surprised. It was true he hadn't hidden his connection to Mickey but he hadn't flaunted it neither and he gained some respect for the Lieutenant knowing.
"I doubt it sir... she is good at her job... but I know her, that wasn't her voice, even if she had tried to disguise it." John said.
"Right... ok John... get Detective Harris to take you there... be careful and be thorough." Don said.
"Me... but I'm off actual cases." He said surprised.
"Until now... I know your file... and you're wasted in your current job... here's your temporary transfer back to active duty... now get out there and investigate" and the lieutenant handed over an authorisation form.
The warehouse was run down and dark and the two detectives took their time investigating around the building. Seeing nothing there, they went inside and carefully, methodically searched the building. It was in a back office, drawn by muffled sounds, that they found the girl; dirty and dressed in old rags, her underwear soiled and a sack over her face. But undeniably Mandy Moore... she had been found.
...
Mickey sat back in her office and read the newspaper, full of the story of the miraculous find. And she was surprised and delighted to see her godfather, John Higgins was prominent in the story. She read on. The girl had been found tied up and gagged in an old warehouse, dressed in rags, with soiled underwear, obviously there for a while. But she was well if dirty hungry and tired.
Over the next few days, the police would issue a statement describing three men who had kidnapped the girl from outside her school. A large black man, a smaller thinner Irish American and the third a small, dark Italian who had been the one trying to keep her safe from the others. He was identified as the one who had tipped off the police.
And more about Mandy's kidnap appeared. She had been kidnapped by the three men and held in different locations, usually bound and gagged. She was given food and drink but the men always wore masks. Sometimes she was punished if they felt she was being uncooperative and once made to sit naked on a chair while they made leery and crude comments.
She also admitted tearfully that the two men had threatened her with rape if she didn't behave but the Italian guy had protected her and she had been so weak, she had had sex with him to keep him sweet. She was beginning to fear for her life when the Italian had taken her away at night and left her alone in another dark building, from where she had been found.
The police were enthusiastic, with a new team set up to investigate but the trail was cold and they didn't make any progress, the case remaining open.
Mickey smiled to herself, her plan had worked. She thought back.
...
"Good evening, Mrs Knight." Mickey said "... or should I say... Mandy Moore..."
The colour drained from the girls face and Mickey knew she had been right, Mandy had been living under the noses of the police and the school, acting out as Mrs John Knight.
They went into the lounge and she told them what she had found out, and how if she had done so, the police would too. She saw their looks of concern.
"Look... I'm not here to do their work... I was asked to find you Mandy and your parents are sick with worry."
"I... I knew they would be,,, I feel so bad... but." Mandy stammered her eyes full of tears.
"I've talked with Eloise, Mark and Steve... and they all said you'd found someone else... you fell in love with John didn't you?"
"I did yes... he was always so kind... and when I fell out with Steve, he was there for me." Mandy said.
"And so your friendship turned to sex and a relationship." Mickey continued.
"Yes... I know it's wrong, but as you can see she is so...well... wonderful" he said "I kinda fell in love with her too."
"And so you came up with the recently married tag... are you really married?" she asked and saw them shake their heads.
"So what are your plans?" John asked, breaking into the silence.
"Well I should tell your parents, inform the police." Mickey said, then saw their looks. "Go on... I can see your disapproval. Did you have other plans?"
"I... I want to go home." Mandy said, her eyes tearing a little "I miss my folks."
"She does, we talked about this... I think our affair is over." John added.
"But I don't want John to get into trouble." Mandy said, looking imploringly into Mickey's eyes "You've been clever to find us... surely you can think of a clever way to get me back?"
Mickey hesitated and then knew her part in this wasn't over.
"Ok... I'll have a think and let you know... but you will have to follow my plan exactly."
...
It had taken her two days to think out a plan, and another couple of days to set it up. She told John and Mandy her plan then looked for a suitable location and soon found it, an abandoned warehouse, away from the beaten track. Then she took Mandy there and told her to stay overnight. The next day, Mickey went shopping, found suitable second hand, dirty clothes and took them to Mandy the following evening.
Mandy already hungry and in need of relieving herself was given a bucket and told to change. She looked more haggard in the used clothes, her hair and skin dirty, her underwear soiled. Then Mandy tied her up and left her overnight again.
It was the following evening that John went into town, found a public phone, disguised his voice and informed the police where Mandy could be found, and so the plan had worked.
...
Mickey finished her report, slipped it in the file and put it in the filing cupboard. She locked that, the secrets of cases that didn't need to be known, and the Mandy Moore file joined them. If she was honest she felt a little smug at her success, and contemplated how to celebrate.
Then the outer door opened and she heard voices in the outer office, footsteps approaching the inner door and the door flung open, without a knock. Mickey turned towards the door, ready to use her self defence training, then stopped and stood up. She turned to the flustered Alice in the doorway.
"It's ok, Alice... I can see Mr Moore now." Mickey said "And head on home... I'll lock up."
"Ok Mickey, see you tomorrow." Alice replied and left the room.
"Well Mr Moore, please sit down... and to what do I owe the pleasure?" she said, walking to her desk.
"First, thank you for what you did to find Mandy" he replied as he sat down "I suspect you had a lot more to do with it than the papers are saying."
"No... I was still investigating..." she started but stopped as Mr Moore held up his hand.
"Miss Spillane, what my wife didn't tell you, and surprisingly you didn't ask, is that I am an investigator for a well known insurance firm. So I know there was never any hostage demand. I'm also trained to detect lying, and I can tell you are." He said.
"But that really doesn't matter, I just want to know two things. Was my daughter badly used, was she assaulted? And secondly was she safe during her 'disappearance?"
"She was safe and no she was well looked after." Mandy replied after a pause deciding she had little choice but to tell the truth, if not the whole truth.
"But she wanted to be where she was."
"I guessed that might be the case. I do have to say Miss Spillane, Mickey, it was a nice solution, I do applaud you."
He reached into his inner jacket pocket and handed over an envelope.
"There is 1,000$ as a special thank you for you, with the press attention, the money for the exclusives we have a lot more now, and we think you deserve this."
"Oh... no please." She said, pushing at the envelope.
"Take it, you deserve it. And secondly, I've had a word with my bosses, my company may well be in touch if we need any help in our investigations... and we pay well."
"Thank you sir." She answered "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Well I wonder what that means?" he said, smiling "You are a very attractive woman, and my wife and daughter are away looking at colleges... I could spend some time with you."
Mickey smiled, got up out of her chair and led the way to the connecting door, undoing her shirt as she went. She looked over her shoulder and said.
"... I charge 100$ per hour..."
...
Endpice.
Thank you for staying to the end and reading this. The plot has similarities to 'Last Seen Wearing' by Colin Dexter.
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Playing The Balls
Chapter One
Jayne and John were away on holiday together. Still adapting to the changing circumstances that came with the transition of children to independent young adults, they found themselves no longer quite so beholden to the day to day needs of their youngsters. This growing independence had lead Jayne's decision to treat John to a few days for just the two of them, enjoying some well earned sun, sea, sand and ..... relaxation as part of the celebrations to mark a certain significant birthday. The trip had been a surprise to John, with Jayne making all the running on finding just the right destination, accommodation choice and arranging their travel. Arriving the previous afternoon, the secluded villa with private swimming pool and cosy outside spaces had been a delight for them both. There was even an outside pool table tucked away in a discrete corner of the property.
The very early morning flight and long period of travel had ensured a quiet night was the order of the day, both of them falling into a deep sleep almost immediately, having retired to bed following a couple of glasses of wine and a simple home cooked meal. They'd woken early that morning, eventually drawing themselves languidly into one another's arms as they lay listening to the peace and tranquility all around, cocooned in that blissful warmth of post sleep bliss. Gradually they had teased and caressed one another, wandering hands awakening them both until the building arousal had stirred them sufficiently to make tender leisurely love to one another. Eventually they roused themselves for a drawn out alfresco breakfast together in the already rocketing temperatures. The day that followed alternated between an agreeable mix of sunbathing, book reading and intermittent dips in the sparkling blue water of their pool.
The tropical weather and lack of attire had kept things simmering between them as the day progressed, John's hot gaze sweeping Jayne's curves regularly they lay together on the matching sun beds, her delightful body barely concealed in a new bikini purchased specifically for the occasion. After a little gentle persuasion on his part, Jayne also dispensed with her top, unsnapping the clasp and letting it fall seductively to the floor to reveal her heaving breasts in all their glory. John spent much of the day straining the material of his tight swim shorts, his appreciation of her beauty obvious to all, and certainly not lost on Jayne. The slow caressing mutual application of sun lotion served to raise the temperature still further, as hands lingered perhaps a little longer than strictly necessary on each other's warm skin. As they lay beside each other on matching sun loungers, plans were made for the evening ahead, both agreeing that they should take the short walk into the nearby town for cocktails and a delicious meal in one of the many quaint restaurants that lined the bay.
As early evening rolled around they eventually dragged themselves away from the poolside and prepared for the night ahead. John had joked on arrival, with a sparkle in his eye, that the bedroom should be a clothes free zone and they had instead set the spare bedroom up as a dressing room, cases laid out on the bed and belongings spread all around the room. While John tidied up poolside, Jayne slipped into the shower, shirking off her bikini bottoms and lathering her naked body with soapy suds to wash away the days chlorine and sun cream. She was looking forward to the evening ahead and had a plan for how she might surprise and delight John that had been percolating in her mind since she first booked their trip away. Shutting off the shower, she carefully dried and padded through the villa wrapped in a towel, calling to John to let him know that it was his turn to wash. As soon as she heard the shower door close, she shirked off the fabric binding her body and rummaged through her suitcase to find exactly what she was going to wear...
A short while later, John entered the room, a towel at his waist and stray droplets of water glistening on his chest. He was delighted to see Jayne stood before the mirror, putting the final touches to her delicate makeup. She looked a vision in his eyes, bare arms sun kissed and golden, accentuated by a beautifully cut black flowery patterned dress, button detail to the chest and cut high on her thigh, revealing long silky smooth brown legs. Little did he know that the revealing wisps of lace she wore under that dress would be sure to delight and excite him in equal measure if only he were aware of them. For his own part, John pulled from the suitcase a loudly patterned short sleeve shirt, tight black boxers and a pair of tailored blue shorts. Flicking the towel to the floor he leisurely dressed, taking his time to admire his beautiful wife as he did so. Jayne observed John from the mirror as she finished her makeup, taking in his obvious interest in her attire and his hansom appearance when he was dressed.
Hand in hand they departed, strolling the sunlit streets that lead downhill towards the harbour and their chosen destination for the evening. The low evening sun sparkled on the water in the bay. The scene laid out before them was wonderfully romantic and set a beautiful backdrop for their night together. Pre dinner cocktails of the strength only found on sun soaked beach holidays were partaken on a sprawling daybed in the corner of an intimate alfresco bar. This flowed effortlessly into a delicious dinner, full of flavours only enhanced by the view across the bay as the conversation raged back and forth between them, the interplay effortless as they embraced the evening, a twinkle never far from their eyes as they both privately contemplated the potential delights of the night ahead of them.
Chapter 2
Eventually they weaved arm in arm through the quiet streets back towards their villa, the warmth of the day and industrial strength cocktails proving a heady combination as they gently teased each other, lighthearted verbal sparing back and forth as they debated what had been a wonderful evening together. The walk home seemed a lot longer with heavy legs and full stomachs but eventually they let themselves through the discrete panelled gate and into their private courtyard. John chivalrously gestured for Jayne to step through first and then completely undid those good intentions by playfully cupping her arse in his palm as she passed. Jayne elicited a squeal, whacking him on the arm for good measure. This simply encouraged John further, slipping his arms around her waist from behind and delicately kissing her exposed neck as he simultaneously eased the gate closed with his foot.
Jayne wriggled free of his embrace and placed a restraining hand on his chest. Emboldened by the alcohol warming her veins, a delicious thought had struck her as they'd walked back - knowing how much they liked to tease each other, she thought to herself that they could definitely make good use of the outdoor pool table to turn up the heat tonight... "Who fancies a game of pool to end the evening - you get the drinks and I'll rack the balls..." she suggested with a provocatively arched eyebrow. John's initial expression of confused dejection turned to a wicked grin as her words sunk in and he virtually skipped off to the kitchen to fulfil her request.
Shortly after Jayne had concluded setting the table, John returned with two more no-doubt potent drinks, laced with ice for them to imbibe. Having both dispensed with their shoes, she handed him a pool cue and invited him to break. He padded barefoot to the table, but just as he leaned forward to strike the ball she bent and whispered in his ear "this contest has one additional rule you should be aware of - the winner of each game gets to remove an item of the others clothing, until the eventual looser has none left at all..." She let the unspoken connotations hang heavy in the air as he played his first shot. Mind reeling with delicious anticipation, his first strike turned out to be a reflection of that entire first game - all he could think about was the chance to relieve Jayne of her attire, and that didn't prove conducive to his concentration at all!
Jayne on the other hand didn't seem encumbered in the same way, alternating sips of her drink with playful shots which invariably ended in the telltale clunk of potted balls. As this trend continued, Jayne's Cheshire Cat grin grew and John's consternation increased. It wasn't long before he found Jayne's delicate fingers expertly unfastening his shirt buttons and sliding the clothing from his bare torso, caressing his chest as she enjoyed her sweet moment of victory.
With Jayne now breaking, the balls cannoned around the tabletop, her form holding as one of each colour disappeared from view. It was all he could do but admire the wonderful curves of her dress clad body as she worked the table like a pro - if this continued it was going to be a short and deeply unsuccessful contest for him! Finally it was his turn and he had some limited success before Jayne grazed down his stomach with her fingers and his mind betrayed him, eloping with his imagination to rob him of his concentration for the game. This pattern continued until before long Jayne triumphantly lined herself up on the black and with immaculate composure sunk it without hesitation.
Turning to him with a grin, she gently pushed him backwards against the table and kissed him deeply while fingers traced their way downwards towards his waistline, snagging the button of his shorts open and slowly sliding the zipper southwards. Bobbing down on her haunches, she then gently tugged the shorts down his thighs, eyes looking up at him while she slid them to the floor and then reversed her hands, sliding them upwards to skim his boxer clad length before drawing herself up and ending once again with a kiss. "I'm not sure you're doing very well at this" she gloated as she stepped away to enjoy a well earned sip of her drink.
Chapter 3
Starting the third game, John's mind was a whirlwind of distraction, and if he didn't pull it together quickly, he would find himself playing pool without any clothes at all! Contemplating his predicament, John lined up his next shot and struck the cue ball firmly. His red ball of choice cannoned off the adjacent cushion and came to rest in the mouth of the pocket - further frustrating him with his inability to sink anything. Of more interest however, was the final positioning of the white ball. It had come to rest in the middle of the baize and Jayne, still fully clothed, sauntered over to the table to carefully stretch forward and line her shot up. In doing so, the material of her dress slid up the back of her thighs and revealed tantalising bare skin. Arching her back and stretching out on tiptoes to make the shot, it accentuated the length of her silky smooth tanned legs and from John's vantage point revealed just a hint of her sexy bottom beneath the hem. John was entranced by the sight and it was enough to finally give him the break he needed - two could definitely play the distraction game!
Jayne's long stretch provided a tricky shot and when she failed to strike it cleanly, John was on his feet immediately, assuming it was his turn. Luck clearly continued to be on Jayne's side tonight however, as a stray ricochet resulted in a yellow ball departing into a pocket at entirely the other end of the table. She smirked at him and once more bent over to line up the next shot, dress rising revealingly again. This time John took the opportunity to silently step forward and delicately ran his fingers up the back of her bare thigh as she slid the cue forward. The graze of his touch on her sensitive skin was enough to see the shot go wide of the mark and she jolted upright in surprise. He let his fingers linger as he bent forward and kissed her neck from behind. Jayne turned her head to the side, smiling at him before capturing his lips with her own, bubbling desire heating their kiss.
Gracefully stepping away from his embrace, she acquiesced the table to him, indicating that he should take his turn. Stepping forward he saw an easy first shot and quickly lined himself up as Jayne took a long sip of her drink. That ball potted, he swept the table for further opportunities and positioned himself low over the cue in preparation. Jayne stepped up to the table, crowding his space, her close proximity filling his senses with the sweet aroma of her perfume. So close was she that he could feel the heat of her body on his face as she brushed herself against him. Her intention to continue distracting him was clear but this time he held his nerve and the shot went well, things were finally looking up for his chances of maintaining his dignity for a little longer!
The next shot also went to plan and he was now several balls ahead with only one colour and the black to go. Jayne could see her advantage waining and deliberately upped the anti as a result. As John bent to take his next shot, she playfully blew in his ear, enough of a distraction to ensure his shot went wide of the pocket and his turn was at an end. Carefully chalking the end of her stick, she contemplated the table before her. Sadly despite having control once again, nothing lent itself to an easy shot. Her first attempt, taken quickly and without much hope of success actually resulted in an unexpected and impressive pot. John didn't even have the opportunity to deploy any underhand tactics, such was the speed of the move. The next shot took a little more lining up though and gave John the opportunity to put her off her game. As she bent forward to position herself, she was initially confident that he was still at a safe distance. This confidence was ill placed though, as he reached out with his cue tip to hook the hem of her dress from behind and hoist it upwards just as she stroked the cue forward to strike the white ball. This resulted in the delightful twin benefits of a complete miss-cue and the breif exposure of her beautiful almost bare bottom, framed by some scandalously cut burgundy knickers. She squealed in response and twisted to wrestle her skirt back in to place, restoring her modesty, at least for the moment. John's mind was alight, he and Jayne had delighted in playing with outrageously sexy lingerie in the past, but he hadn't in his wildest dreams expected her to be wearing it while they dined this evening, and the thought set his heart racing.
For her part, she gave him a look as if to suggest "no fair!" but all he did was gesture at himself and his present state of undress by way of explanation. The foul stroke had given him two shots, and he fully intended to use these to finish up the game and claim his reward as a result. John quickly circled to the far side of the table and squatted to sink the final colour before positioning himself for the black. He was now aware of Jayne's presence behind him and felt the caress of her fingers glide across his hip and down the material of his boxer shorts. Taking a deep breath, he motioned as if taking the shot and Jayne took the bait, intimately squeezing him through the fabric. It would have been more than enough to cause a miss-hit had he not been expecting such a move and didn't actually follow through with the shot. Grinning instead, he enjoyed the feel of her caress on his hardening length before she realised her error and instead playfully whacked him across the shoulder. Taking that as his queue, he calmly sank the final ball, ignoring the rapid beat of his heart.
Knowing it was her turn to forfeit an item of attire, Jayne turned to John and raised her arms in surrender, gesturing for him to slip her dress up and over her head. To her surprise however, he gently pushed her back against the pool table and instead bent to his knees before her. Reaching forward, he placed a hand delicately on each ankle. From there, he slid his caress upwards across her calves, and on to her thighs. His fingers rucked up the hem of her dress before slipping beneath the material and across the swell of her hips. All the time, his eyes remained locked on her own, daring her to look away as his touch roamed her body. After what seemed like an age, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of her tiny knickers and his intentions became clear. Grasping the material in each hand, he smirked up at her before easing her underwear across her thighs to puddle at her bare toes. Stepping to his own feet, he brought his hands up to cup her face and kissed her deeply, their lips soft and plump with desire as they locked together.
Chapter 4
Jayne's heart beat double time as their embrace concluded and he stepped away to re-rack the table for the next game. Gracefully she stepped out of the fabric at her ankles, leaving the discarded item as it fell - a continued reminder to them both of her nakedness beneath the short summer dress she wore. Once the table was set, John stepped away to take a brief sip of his drink, both of them acutely aware that the stakes in this next game had risen considerably. It was Jayne's turn to break and she did so tentatively, expecting to feel John's wandering touch at any moment. It was with some disappointment that she was able to complete her opening shot without further delightful distraction, the expectation however was enough to reduce her focus on the game and see her fail to pot anything as a result. John stepped forward to the table, renewed confidence in his manner as he lined up an easy shot - the ball hammering home with a satisfying clunk.
John prowled once again around the table, sizing up his next strike before settling upon a shot down the table. Judging the angles Jayne decided it was time to fight fire with fire - if John could mix things up then so could she. Innocently positioning herself at the opposite end of the table to John, she timed her move to perfection, standing on her tiptoes with her ankles demurely crossed, before sliding the hem of her dress up expose herself to him and flash a delectable glimpse of neatly trimmed hair between her legs just as John played his shot. The braisen nature of her move was enough to put him off his stroke completely as his jaw hung open in surprise. Jayne grinned seductively as the dress swished back in to place, and she stepped forward intent on making full use of the two shots she had just "earned". For his own part, John staggered back from the table, his brain mush as he replayed the amazing scene he'd just witnessed. Taking a fortifying gulp of his drink he knew he'd need to get his head back in the game if he were to stand any chance of staying in the competition!
Before he knew it, Jayne had potted a ball and was sizing up her next shot. Placing his drink down, and setting his cue to one side he manoeuvred himself to a position where he anticipated he'd be behind Jayne should she pot the next ball. Sure enough the ball rattled securely into the pocket and Jayne repositioned herself, hunched over with legs braced apart for the next opportunity, her face a picture of concentration. John seized his chance, gliding his outstretched hand up her inner thigh as she bent over the table and slipping it under her dress. His boldness rewarded with the slick touch of her bare lips, the heat between her legs scolding to his caress. His fingertips intimately massaged her pussy as she squirmed under his administrations. Jayne's head swam and the pool shot drifted from her mind as her pleasure increased, while John upped the level of distraction still further by bending forward to plant a series of kisses across the sensitive skin of her neck. Trying her best to refocus on the game in hand, she halfheartedly attempted to shimmy away from his playful touch and snatched at the shot, missing the intended pocket by some margin and instead directing his own ball to a favourable position just beyond one of the other holes. A further attempt with her remaining shot faired no better as a result of John's continued intimate distraction and she sighed in frustration.
Smiling gleefully, John dropped his hand and skipped forward to sink his own shot, then darted round to the opposite side of the table ready for the next one. Jayne trailed in his wake, a little bereft of his touch but also keen to stop him gaining any more of an advantage. As he stepped forward to the table, she artfully slid in front of him, sandwiched as a result between him and the cushion. Reaching up to cup the back of his neck, she bore him downwards into a long drawn out kiss that made him see stars, her mobile lips expertly embracing his own and her tongue danced into his partly open mouth. It was clear she was having the desired effect and she felt him stir and harden further, pushing against the thin material of her dress as their hips ground together. Lost as he was in their collective passion, his cue fell from his hand and rattled on the tiles as he reached up to hold her and respond in turn, kissing her over and over. Satisfied that he'd been suitably distracted, Jayne reluctantly placed both palms on his bare chest and eased him back, "I believe you still have a shot to play" she teased him. Smiling to himself John bent to retrieve his cue and was rewarded with a cheeky pitch to his bum. He stood and turned swiftly to see Jayne chuckle as she stepped aside and picked up her drink. With the feel of her lips still playing on his, he bent to take the shot and pushed the ball hopelessly wide, he's mind really not on the task in hand at all.
Jayne giggled and stepped forward once again to take her place at the table, this time successfully potting her first ball before turning to the next one. Playing a hunch that her still hidden bra matched the now discarded panties, he sidled over beside her as she bent forward and gently reached out to cup one of her breasts in his palm. He could feel the hardness of her nipple press into his hand through the thin material, clearly unadorned by padded cup. Just as Jayne drove the cue forward to strike the ball in front of her, he gently tweaked her puckered nipple, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and another missed shot. Grateful as he was for the reprieve, given Jayne had just one ball to go before the black, he was a little apprehensive about his own turn. This was probably his last shot at securing the win that would see them go head to head for the final item of clothing and the bragging rights that would result from the victory. With several balls still to pot he had some catching up to do.
Taking his time to size things up, John took a deep slug of his drink and contemplated his next move. The first shot was obvious but after that he'd need some clever positioning and a dose of luck to navigate his way through the remaining balls. Stepping forward to the table he dispatched the first pot efficiently before circling to line up on the next one. As he bent to take the shot, Jayne slipped in beside him and started kissing his neck with her delectable lips, warming his skin with their touch. While delightful, it wasn't enough to put him off his game this time and the next ball rattled in. With a huff of disapproval, Jayne followed him to the next shot, running her hands across his bare chest and pinching his nipple just as he drove the cue forward. It was enough to ensure a missed pot but his luck held and the ball cannoned off the cushion, passing the length of the table before gently disappearing in the opposite pocket. John couldn't help but yelp out loud in unexpected exclamation - this left him with just the black to pot.
Jayne on the other hand was less than impressed, huffing with incredulity at the jammy shot. She didn't want to let John off the hook and equally wasn't sure about spending the next game exposed to the world in just her revealing bra should she loose - drastic measures were definitely required! Just as John stepped to the table, Jayne crowded in, pushing him back against its edge. Stepping between his thighs, she wrapped him in a passionate embrace, kissing him deeply and pressing herself against him in the process. She could feel his body once again respond to her touch and the heat rise between them as she initiated as much physical contact as she could muster. Leaning back a little she ran her hands over his shoulders, across the dark hair of his chest and down his abdomen. Those same hands traced the tops of his hips before slipping downwards into the waistband of his boxer shorts and encircling his engorged length. Johns breath came out in ragged gasps as she firmly fisted him up and down, her eyes locked on his own as she did so. Perched on the edge of the table with hands planted at his sides for balance, all John could do was sit back and revel in the erotic sensations he was experiencing - the game a distant memory to him. Jayne kept this up until she was sure she had him in the palm of hand - literally in this case, before releasing him with a grin and reminding him that he still had a shot to take.
John was lost. His blood pulsed in his ears and lust clouded his vision, so much so that her words took a moment to penetrate. She was right, there was one last shot to take and with shaky legs he turned to take in the balls laid out before him. It wasn't the hardest shot he'd ever made but it was no means certain either. Despite his best efforts to the contrary, the resultant miss was inevitable and there was little he could do but admire his beautiful wife as she sauntered past him and dispatched her remaining balls, the black sinking following a series of fluke ricochets.
Chapter 5
Jayne turned away from the table with a wide grin on her face. That final ball had secured the win and she was intent on claiming her prize. For his own part John held his hands aloft in surrender, indicating that he was all hers. Stepping up close to him, Jayne ran her hands down his torso with aching slowness, teasing his stomach muscles so that they twitched before hooking the material of his shorts with her thumbs and sliding them over his hips. The material snagged on his erection and she pushed it southwards until his hard penis sprung free of its constraints and jutted pointedly in her direction. Delicately she bent forward to complete the job, pushing them downward until they slid to the floor, leaving him completely naked as a result. Dragging her eyes away from his obvious excitement, she was greeted with a look of barely controlled lust in his eyes. John was done with playing pool, the only thing on his mind now was Jayne's gorgeous curves. His hands grasped her hips and he steered her firmly backwards until her bottom connected with the table behind her. From there his lips ensnared hers and his fingers raked the front of her dress, unfastening button after button until he was able to drag the material aside and release her heaving breasts. They jutted proudly forward, framed by the daring cupless burgundy bra she still wore, offered to him for the taking. He palmed her flesh, stroking and caressing the soft skin as she remained pinned against the table, his hardness throbbing against her pelvis.
As his kisses continued to capture her lips, his fingers grazed and teased her painfully erect nipples, heightening the pleasure. Those same kisses drifted lower, across her jawline and down the side of her neck, his hands lifting to entangle fingers in the waves of her hair as he did so. Captured in his embrace, her hands slid down his torso and across his abdomen to ensnare him in her grasp, her fingers firm around his length as it was crushed between them. She could hear his breathing loudly as her thumb slid across the wet tip and teased his sensitive glands. This stimulation was bliss for John who in turn dropped his own hands, tracing the material of her dress with his fingertips until he found the hem. Sliding his fingers beneath the soft fabric, he raked them across her inner thigh before capturing her core in his cupped palm, her pussy wet with desire. Probing further, fingers nudged between slick folds and she arched her back in pleasure as they slipped inside her, driving back and forth in time with her own strokes.
The two of them were lost in the moment, their mutual pleasure building with every stroke. The languid movement of their actions rucked her dress up little by little until it rested high on her thighs and unconscious hip thrusts ground his erection into her pelvic mound, ploughing a slick furrow in her neatly trimmed bush. Seizing the initiative, Jayne leaned back slightly against the table, pushing his length gently downwards so that it slid between her lips, their collective desire lubricating the welcome change in position. The delicious friction that resulted heightened the experience for both of them as they rocked together, hands roaming each others bodies. Just as John was about to succumb to the inevitable given their position, and slide deep inside her, a wicked grin spread across Jayne's face and she planted both hands on his chest, gently but firmly pushing him backwards. His face was a picture of confusion for a moment, before her thought process became clear. Stepping into the space between them, she gracefully pirouetted, turning in his embrace to face away and bend forward at the waist, arms braced and breasts grazing the coarse fabric of the pool table. John was presented as a result with an arresting sight, Jayne sprawled before him for the taking, her intentions crystal clear. She glanced back over her shoulder to ensure he was on message and the look in his eyes gave her all the confirmation she needed.
He reached forward, hands roughly dragging her dress aloft to expose her completely to his gaze, before grasping both hips and sliding his achingly hard length between the cheeks of her arse. The long drawn out tease that had started some hours before with her outfit selection, ensured Jayne was delightfully wet and ready to receive him as his erection glided into her from behind and they both revelled in the wonderful tight feeling of penetration. The position of their coupling, the naughtiness of being outside and the protracted build up, proved a heady combination, driving them onwards towards a delicious conclusion. The rough rhythm they built together drew them nearer to the edge, each lost in their own pleasure. After a while like this, enjoying the eroticism of the moment and with his grip on reality fast escaping, John had one final thought - He wanted to hold Jayne close as he climaxed, to look the woman he loved so very much deep in the eyes as their pleasure reached its peak.
It was Jayne's turn for confusion as she felt him shift behind her and the bereft feeling of his withdrawal. Firm hands guided her upright and around to sit atop the cushion, the dress she was still partly wearing hoisted over her head and discarded in a heap on the table beside them. Those same hands then grasped her hips once more as he parted her thighs and thrust deeply back into her aching core, seeking blessed release for both of them. As John gripped her tightly, Jayne leaned back on her hands and lifted first one leg and then the other to wrap them around his back and draw him even deeper into her. The sensation was incredibly intense and as she reached up to snake her arms around his neck and kiss him deeply, he came undone. Breath ragged and uneven, he arched forward to climax, their lips clamped together as he came over and over buried to the hilt in her spasming pussy and her own orgasmic contractions milked him dry.
Epilogue
They held each other close, their bodies still joined as the afterglow of their love making spread through them. He held her delicately as she slowly lowered her legs towards the floor and their ragged breathing gradually stilled. Sharing sporadic kisses, they floated back down to earth and the reality of their situation began to interject - Jayne had never intended to let things get this carried away, assuming naively that once the pool match had concluded, they would head inside the villa for the climax of their night - John had clearly had other more immediate intentions though - one's she'd been only too happy to go along with. The alfresco nature of their love-making had clearly added an exciting dimension to proceedings for both of them, but they were now becoming acutely aware of their exposure as their tingling skin cooled in the night air. With a giggle, Jayne gently eased him back, breaking their intimate embrace. Gracefully she slid from the table, grasping his still partially engorged length in her palm as she lead him inside to continue their fun....
The End
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"husband",
"wife",
"tease",
"distraction",
"couple",
"alfresco",
"games",
"outdoors",
"holiday"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 11
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https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-11
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Taboo/Incest
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Hana's body pressed into Takeru, her chest heaving against his, her soft warmth seeping into him. His hand slipped down her slim back, and he dipped her, pressing his mouth harder to hers, their tongues slipping together.
His cock pulsed, spilling warm, slick spurts of pre-cum down his thigh. Her hips ground back into the hard bulge of it. He buckled, a low moan escaping his lips into her open mouth.
Shame flooded through him, and he jerked away, stumbling backwards. Silence stretched between them, and he avoided her eyes.
He was disoriented. He tried to move, to get away or get closer, he wasn't sure. Even the smallest movement stroked his shorts against his cock. His briefs were soaked through. The cum would be bleeding out of the fabric, if it wasn't already.
She had felt him. Felt It. And she would tease him about it forever now.
What if she told Miu? What if she told his aunt? Or his uncle? He imagined the fallout, the long trek home, likely on foot. His own parents horror.
A knot tightened in his stomach. Everything he knew was falling apart. All because he was too shameful and awful to keep it innocent, like she had asked.
He risked a glance at her, and she wasn't laughing. She was gazing off toward the trees, her face flushed. She was smiling. And there was no mockery in her smile.
"Well, I think you've got it," Takeru ventured.
Hana turned away, her grin suddenly faltering.
"What's wrong?"
She shrugged. He opened his mouth to apologize when she went on. "It couldn't have been that great, if you pushed me away."
Takeru scoffed. "I didn't. I..." The right words wouldn't come.
He cleared his throat and tried again. "It's not really fair when I say one thing, to compliment you, and you twist it around like I said the opposite. And then you get mad at me for it. You know?"
Hana turned, the corner of her mouth slowly curving, and shrugged again. "You really think it was okay then?" she asked, a little softer.
He'd been mortified a moment earlier, ready to beg her to forget the whole thing. But she wasn't laughing him. She didn't seem to mind the way his body had reacted.
She had enjoyed it, he realized. She had liked it.
In the shaded privacy of the peach grove, courage welled inside of him.
"It was by far the best kiss I've ever had," he told her.
She nodded and turned away, moving lightly toward a peach tree. She reached upward, the sunlight catching the fine down on her arm, and plucked one. She took a slow bite of one, then glanced over, a playful glint in her eyes as she hid behind the fruit.
"We should go get Miu," she said, finally breaking the silence.
"What?"
"My sister," Hana reminded him, grinning. "She's already probably mad that we're late. Her class ended ten minutes ago."
"What? I've been up here..." He did some mental calculations. "Eleven hours?" he nearly shouted.
Adrenaline took over. Without waiting, he dashed back, grabbed his shirt from the fence post, and sprinted out of the orchard.
Hana caught up to him halfway to his aunt's house. "Why are you running?" she shouted, struggling to keep pace. His feet barely touched the ground as he flew ahead.
But she matched his speed, tearing down the road beside him, their breaths mingling as they ran. They ran alongside each other all the way into town and right to Mrs. Gima's house.
Miu was on the porch, arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in mock anger. She couldn't hold it long, and a wide smile broke out before they even got close.
"Sorry," Hana panted.
"Was working," Takeru added, breathing heavily as he pointed up toward the farm. Miu pressed a warm dorayaki into his hand. The sugary scent of it filed the air around them. She bounced in place, pushing it closer toward his mouth.
"I baked it!" she squealed.
"It's no trouble at all," Mrs. Gima assured them from the doorway. "I'm never in a hurry."
She offered them tea, but they politely declined. Her gaze lingered on Takeru. It was still sharp, despite her years. "So, you're the boy from Tokyo?" she asked, glancing over him. "I've heard a lot about you."
Takeru bowed low. "Takeru Sato, ma'am. It's very nice to meet you."
"Miu tells me you're off to college next year?"
He told her he was and she had a lot more to say. It was hard to follow along with Hana standing beside him, distracting him. Her soft, pale arm brushed his, but he did his best to nod in all the right places. He willed the images out of his mind, desperately trying to clear them.
And they came right back: her panted breaths from wet lips, the growing heat of her body, the slow roll of her hips dragging up and down his hard cock.
The pictures he had squirreled away in his phone came back to him. He could picture each of them perfectly. The smooth shape of her body. The way she had slowly undressed. The deeper her cleavage grew with every piece she stripped away. The bulge of her nipples beneath the bra. And no one would ever know he had them.
The need to cum was back. It was a pressure from every side, crushing at his body, dulling every other thought. It was madness clawing at his mind.
"Can I fix that?" Takeru blurted, cutting the old woman off.
"What?"
"Your shutters!" he told her, charging ahead toward them, the tent in his pants climbing higher.
He stepped closer and saw, to his horror, that the shutters were in perfectly fine shape.
"Oh," she replied, looking bemused. "I suppose. But I should let you girls go. Yumiko will come looking if you're late. Go on now," she said, waving to dismiss them. She repeated it as Hana started to object.
As they headed up the hill, Takeru glanced over his shoulder and found Mrs. Gima watching him more carefully now, one eyebrow raised.
"I... don't have the parts right now," he said, struggling to cover his awkwardness. "But I'm making a list for when Aunt Yumiko goes to town."
The old woman said nothing, eyeing him coolly.
"Could I see the rest of your place?" Takeru pushed on. "Maybe there's something else I could help with instead?"
Mrs. Gima kept watching him for a moment, but she nodded and waved him on. Inside, thankfully, he found a few things he could set right. It was in a lot better shape than his aunt's home was. He didn't get far before the front door opened again behind him.
"Hello? Seiko?"
Takeru peered down the hall and spotted Mr. Kobayashi, the Village Head, blinking in surprise. "Enh... Is that Aoi's boy again? What are you doing here?"
Takeru bowed. "Yes, sir. Takeru. I was seeing if there was anything I could help with."
"Oh ho! You're definitely your grandfather's child!" Mr. Kobayashi grinned and called out over his shoulder. "Hear that, Seiko?"
Takeru flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm not doing much. Mostly just weeding the orchard. I don't even have my uncle's toolbox with me."
The old man scratched his chin, nodding. Mrs. Gima emerged from the back, but before she could say anything, Mr. Kobayashi waved her off. "I'm borrowing the boy for a bit!"
Takeru waved and followed the Village Head outside. The old man was quick, moving down the main road with the speed of someone half his age. They turned onto another street lined, and Mr. Kobayashi led him around the back of a larger house. The ocean stretched out behind it, not far from where they stood. And there, propped up on large wooden sawhorses, sat an enormous boat nearly the length of the whole house.
"You're building this?" Takeru asked, eyes widening.
"Fixing it," the old man corrected, wringing his hands. "A little at a time. Some of us are trying, at any rate. We got that in the other day," he said, nodding toward an large motor that rested in the back of his car. "Think you can help us lift it?"
Takeru nodded, and waited for Mr. Kobayashi to summon up the other men around town. Several of them had already been drinking, and they were more eager to chat than to carry anything heavy.
"Ah, so you're Aoi's boy?" several of them asked as they gathered around.
Takeru bowed to each and they got to work. Even with four of them pulling, the motor seemed impossibly heavy, especially after his long day and no lunch.
But, under the Village Head's frequent directions, they managed to set into place. They all stumbled away, groaning, each of them shaking out their sore hands. As the conversations resumed, Takeru slipped away and headed home.
Aunt Yumiko was finishing with dinner as he returned. His uncle, Hiroshi, sat at the table as well. It was the first time Takeru had seen the man since he'd arrived in town. Takeru dipped his head, but his uncle didn't look up. Hiroshi spun his cane idly, staring toward the television in the other room.
"I can help," Takeru offered, as Yumiko bustled around the kitchen, hurrying to set out the last of the dishes.
"Sit," his uncle barked. "What else does she have to do?"
Takeru glared down at the man, watching him pull another drink from the bottle. Yumiko rushed into the room and bowed.
"Please," she said, gesturing for Takeru to sit. "Girls," Yumiko called out.
Miu burst from her room and Hana followed behind. Hana's eyes widened briefly as they met his, and she turned away, her cheeks growing red.
Hiroshi filled Takeru's tea cup with sake from his bottle.
Takeru glanced at his aunt. She closed her eyes tightly and said nothing.
A thousand responses came to mind, and he pressed them back down. He didn't want to embarrass them all, not in their own home. Not while he was a guest. That would be far ruder than what his uncle was doing.
Takeru raised the cup, catching the acrid smell of the alcohol. He took a sip, then set the cup down, farther away. It tasted terrible.
"Drink it like a man," Hiroshi laughed. There wasn't any humor behind his eyes.
Takeru picked the cup up, raising it higher, finishing it off in one gulp. He avoided gagging with sheer force of will, determined not to let the old man win.
"You too," Hiroshi said, pouring a measure into his wife's cup. "We're celebrating. Family," he grunted.
Dinner went on in silence. Each time Hiroshi drank, he slopped more into each of their cups. Yumiko fell behind, and Hiroshi didn't care, but if Takeru didn't drink fast enough, the old man glared at him until it was gone. The pours came faster until there wasn't time to eat.
The room swam around him. Takeru leaned heavily on the table, closing one eyelid, then both. Somehow, the spinning was worse with both shut.
"Nephew, you've had a long day," his aunt said loudly. "You should go to bed."
"We're eating," Hiroshi grunted.
"He's done eating. He needs rest. Goodnight, nephew," Yumiko insisted, nodding toward the hall.
Takeru blinked, hardly following the conversation. He stumbled to his feet and staggered off, the hallway spinning faster around him. He kept his gaze down, gripping the wall, willing his body onward toward his room. Shutting the door behind him, he kicked off his shirt and pants, and collapsed headfirst onto the bed.
He lay there, unshowered, feeling more ashamed than he ever had in the peach grove. His uncle had always been a jerk, but now he was worse. He was a bully. And Takeru had let him bully his aunt. The old man probably treated Hana and Miu the same way. They lived with the man's abuse, as if living in this town wasn't hard enough on them.
Takeru gripped the sheets and punched weakly into the side of the mattress. His eyes slid shut without him realizing it.
When he finally opened them again, the room was dark. Drool had pooled under his chin, and he lay half off of the mattress. His bladder was full, and his mouth tasted stale and bitter. He blinked around, but for once, Miu was nowhere in sight.
He climbed unsteadily to his feet, the world spinning around him worse than ever. He clamped his eyes shut and slid along the walls carefully, heading into the hallway.
The bathroom door slid open soundlessly, thanks to his repairs. He grinned lopsidedly, feeling pleased with himself. Someone inside sucked in a breath. Takeru opened his eyes, then they widened as far as they would go.
It was his aunt sitting inside, illuminated by a nightlight. Her body was hunched forward as she leaned forward on her legs. She snapped her silk robe closed as he watched, then lifted her head to see who was there.
The world stopped spinning in an instant. It was as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. He felt stone sober and frozen in place. He couldn't breathe, couldn't look away.
Her cheeks were patchy and red from the alcohol. Her eyes held the same foggy look he was sure he had. The house was utterly silent, save for the frantic thumping of his heart in his ears.
Yumiko breathed for a moment, watching him. She sat up straighter, pressing against the back of the toilet, her face blank. And her thighs spread apart. She let the robe fall open again.
His gaze snapped downward, past her naked breasts, down between her legs, to the mound of black hair below. It was impossible to look away.
His cock swelled in his boxers, stretching the band painfully tight. There was nothing to hide it behind.
She spread her legs open wider, lifting her hips for him to see the slick opening inside, buried beneath the curls of hair. A tremble rolled through her, then stilled, and a stream sprayed out into the bowl below.
The sound was deafening. Everyone in the home could hear them, he was sure of it. They could hear his panting breath. His pounding heart.
His legs gave out and he grabbed the door frame. Mindless pleasure rolled over him in a wave, suffocating him, doubling him over before he could stop it. Grabbing a hand across his open mouth, the first wave of cum spurted in his underwear, misting out through the fabric.
Takeru looked down. His aunt's eyes followed. It hadn't felt like an orgasm, it was like a wet dream, too sudden, too incomplete. He was already at the verge of another, even as thick, white cum bubbled out through the cotton. He covered it with both hands, but the warm touch of pressure was enough to trigger the next wave. He bent over farther, collapsing to the floor.
He caught the worst of it in one hand and slid from the bathroom, already teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He skid across the hall and fell into his room. He grunted, tugging the door shut, and pulled his underwear down his thighs.
His hand pumped twice and he collapsed on the bed, biting into his knuckles, too far gone to care where he sprayed it. He pumped away madly, oblivious to everything else but the howling need.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"urination"
] |
Turning Contest: A Muslim
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https://www.literotica.com/s/turning-contest-a-muslim
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Lesbian Sex
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Turning Contest: A Muslim
Summary:
A 42-year-old straight virgin is seduced and dominated.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.
The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's 18-year-old daughters.
Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the twenty-sixth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.
1. Turning Contest:
A Beautiful Blonde
,
in which seductress
VERONICA STONE
seduces a teen in her clothing store.
2. Turning Contest:
A Cute Maid
, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife
CAROL WHITE
seduces and dominates her temporary maid.
3. Turning Contest:
A Delicious Model
,
in which seductress and casting agent
PORTIA JAMES
seduces a cute 19-year-old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.
4. Turning Contest:
A Desperate Asian
,
in which black professor
CRYSTAL WATSON
seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.
5. Turning Contest:
A Dominated Thief
,
in which store owner
VERONICA STONE
molests an 18-year-old who tried to steal from her store.
6. Turning Contest:
A Drunk Bday Girl
,
in which married seductress
JASMINE JONES
molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.
7. Turning Contest:
A Drunk Bride 2 Be
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.
8. Turning Contest:
A Edible Waitress
,
in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
seduces a cute, big breasted, 18-year-old waitress at an open-all-night diner.
9. Turning Contest:
A Fashionable Cutie
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces a cute Victoria's Secret saleswoman in a change room.
10. Turning Contest:
A Fateful Birthday
, in which
CAROL WHITE
seduces a chubby girl at the beach and doubles down on a peeping Belle.
11. Turning Contest:
A Former Student
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
bumps into a former student, goes back to her place and seduces her slyly.
12. Turning Contest:
A Friend in Need
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces, somewhat by accident, her good friend who just caught her husband sucking cock in her kitchen.
13. Turning Contest:
A Friend of Amy's
,
in which
VERONICA STONE
gets her third turn with a surprisingly quirky nerd with the assistance of her first seduction (turn 1: A Beautiful Blonde).
14. Turning Contest:
A Girl Guide's Sis
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
seduces an 18-year-old selling cookies for her younger sister and who just happens to be her own daughter's cross-town rival.
15. Turning Contest:
A Hit & Lick
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
is hit from behind at a red light by a teen girl and uses the opportunity to get not one, but two turns seducing the nerdish driver and her Muslim friend.
16. Turning Contest:
A Kinky Cuckquean
, in which
VERONICA STONE
catches two teens having sex in one of her dressing rooms and uses it to blackmail them into submitting sexually to her.
17. Turning Contest:
A Kismet Encounter
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
bumps into her daughter's grade three teacher in line at a coffee shop and brings her home for a sweet seduction.
18. Turning Contest:
A Lick for a Raise
, in which
VERONICA STONE
turns a good employee who may be trying to blackmail her, into a pussy licking and strap-on taking pet.
19. Turning Contest:
A Lick Shop
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces and turns a mother and daughter individually at a fancy dress shop.
20. Turning Contest:
A Lift
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
picks up and turns an elderly woman stranded on the side of the road.
21. Turning Contest:
A Maître D
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
continues her hot streak seducing a young southern belle at a five-star restaurant.
22. Turning Contest:
A Makeover
,
in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
with her daughter's help seduces a shy nerd using vegetables as an appetizer.
23. Turning Contest:
A Mommy Fantasy
,
in which
CAROL WHITE
meets up with a young stranger to role-play a wicked Mommy lesbian fantasy.
24.
Turning Contest:
A Mormon Visit
,
in which
VERONICA STONE
gets a visit from a pair of Mormon girls who she challenges about their faith and seduces both of them.
25.
Turning Contest:
A Mother-In-Law
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
gets a call from her upset mother-in-law. One thing leads to another and she fucks her 65-year-old mother-in-law and invites her daughter over to join in a family threesome.
26.
Turning Contest:
A Movie Theatre
,
in which
CAROL WHITE
meets up with an earlier turn in the day, Tabitha, where she services the birthday girl again and seduces the teen's best friend for a wild threesome.
TURNING CONTEST: A MUSLIM
Helping her mother-in-law discover the joys of lesbian sex and revealing her family's twisted lesbian family history was well worth it and opened so many doors for them in the future. That said, it had slowed down Jasmine's opportunities for multiple turns tonight at this wedding. Usually, she would go to the ceremony to scope out potential targets. Alas, the day didn't work out that way.
Also, she liked to be there for the dinner and reception to get some background information and early recon that could help with turn choices.
Alas, she was arriving closer to ten and had almost no intel on the various possible turns that may exist. That said, Jasmine was always up for the challenge... her straight sixth sense is almost always able to find an unknowing turn.
As she sipped on her wine, she perused the place. There were a lot of attractive women of all ages here. So many potential targets she was annoyed she hadn't gone to the afternoon ceremony to at least get some early research done. At weddings, she was like a detective trying to find enough clues to establish a strong case that the woman she was targeting was straight and a possible turn.
She saw Tiffany, who clearly didn't like her, dancing with a handsome groomsman.
She saw the mother of the bride or groom, based on her attire, chatting with the DJ.
She saw a chubby older woman alone at a table.
She saw a pregnant woman with her hand on her back as she chatted with the bride Carrie who did indeed look beautiful in her white dress.
She saw a Muslim woman in a hijab also chatting with the bride and instantly realized she had never fucked a Muslim woman.
She saw Zelda at a table seemingly in a somewhat heated conversation with her assumed husband.
She saw a couple other possible targets but decided to focus on the pregnant woman, the mother of the bride and groom, both Tiffani and Zelda and she was really intrigued by the challenge of attempting to turn a Muslim woman.
Jasmine watched for another few minutes and a couple more songs before Tiffany stormed over to her. "What are you doing here?"
"Carrie invited me," Jasmine smiled warmly, thinking she would be a perfect turn.
"Just go."
"Why?"
"Because after you tricked her into doing such inappropriate things she ended up being used by five more women before I pulled her out of there," Tiffany explained.
"Well, that is what I call a good bachelorette party," Jasmine said, not at all fazed by the fiery hate coming from this pretty girl.
"She almost cancelled her wedding," Tiffany said exasperated.
"Well, obviously she didn't."
"She was absolutely humiliated," Tiffany said, shocked that this woman would show her face here.
"Did she please you?" Jasmine asked.
"What? God, no, I'm straight," Tiffany snapped.
"You just seem somewhat sexually frustrated," Jasmine countered, always one able to take the brunt of an angry woman, or spouse. Being in marketing, she always had to keep her cool even when things were not going well.
"Fuck you," Tiffany said, in a seething whisper.
"I have a hotel room on the top floor if you want me to fuck you," Jasmine wickedly countered. "It will change your life."
"Jesus," she said and stormed off to Carrie.
Jasmine watched her walk directly over to the bride. Tiffany pulled her best friend away to speak to her privately. While she was wondering if this could be problematic, she made her first turn target. She walked over to the large pretty Muslim woman who had just gone to the bar.
"Hello, I'm Jasmine."
"Hello, I'm Yanika."
Jasmine extended her hand and they shook hands. "Are you with the bride or the groom?"
"I know both, but I'm actually Carrie's boss."
"Oh, I see, what business do you work for?"
"I own Arabeque Design," Yanika said.
"No way," Jasmine said, this possible seduction having higher risk and reward suddenly. "Talk about serendipity."
"How so?"
"I work for Jones and Johnson," Jasmine said. "I'm actually the Jones of Jones and Johnson. We have a meeting with you for your new marketing campaign on Wednesday."
"Well, that is quite the coincidence," Yanika said, as she was looking to expand nationally and was meeting with a few different marketing companies this upcoming week.
"It is a small world," Jasmine agreed.
"I am looking forward to your presentation," Yanika said. "Your original proposal was quite comprehensive."
"I'm a stickler to detail," Jasmine said, as she ordered another glass of wine.
"It was the most detailed proposal of all the ones we received."
"Thank you," Jasmine smiled. "We strive to be the best."
"And I only want the best," Yanika said.
"Is this one of your designs?" Jasmine asked, looking at her unique patterned attire.
"It is."
"It is absolutely lovely," Jasmine said, admiring the vibrant colour and noticing she was actually wearing pantyhose with it.
"Thank you," she said.
"I don't want to intrude and if you are not interested I understand completely," Jasmine said, but requested, "Would you like to come to my hotel penthouse and chat in privacy?"
"The penthouse?" Yanika said, slightly impressed.
"Yes, I only believe in the best," Jasmine said, having booked the room yesterday after getting invited to the wedding. She hoped to use it for multiple turns, but even if she got one it would be worth it. Plus, she could write it off as part of her job, just one more perk of owning her own business.
"We have that in common," the large busted Muslim said.
"Well, if you would like to chat I'm in room 1901."
"I could use a little quiet time," Yanika said, this atrocious American music giving her a headache.
"Not enjoying this American classic?" Jasmine asked as YMCA blasted from the speakers.
"It all sounds the same to me."
"Come on," Jasmine said, leading her out of the large fancy banquet room and to the elevator.
"Okay."
Five minutes later they were in the large suite... one of two on the floor.
"This is very extravagant," Yanika said, admiring the beautiful artwork that adorned the walls and the exquisite chandelier that hung from the roof.
"Yes, I can't complain," Jasmine said, quite happy to get out of her heels. "Feel free to take your shoes off. My feet are killing me."
"Yea, I'm not used to standing around this much in heels," Yanika said, as she slipped out of her four-inch heels.
"Clearly a man-made invention," Jasmine joked.
"As are pantyhose," Yanika said.
"Yeah, that's why I only wear thigh highs," Jasmine said, planting a seed, lifting up her dress just enough to show off her nylon-clad lace tops.
"I have never worn those," Yanika said. "Actually, I never wore pantyhose until the past few years."
"I'm guessing nylons are not too practical from your original home," Jasmine said.
"I'm not sure I can even purchase them at a store in Qatar," she said as she walked to the couch holding her drink.
"I actually order all mine online from Europe," Jasmine said, as she saw a strange possible opening.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes," Jasmine explained, as she moved her left nylon-clad foot and leg and placed it on the sofa right beside her possible prey. "This may be unorthodox, but since we are both women who like elegant items, I thought you may want to feel this pure sheer silk."
"Why not?" Yanika replied, with a shrug. She moved her hand to the woman's leg and caressed the stocking. "Oh my, these feel way silkier and smoother than any I have purchased."
"They are from a company called Wolfords."
"They are absolutely exquisite," she said, a little mesmerized by the absolute softness of the stockings. She liked the best things and the fact she didn't have the best nylons actually annoyed her.
"I know," Jasmine said, "it's the only brand I wear."
"I will be having a chat with my assistant," Yanika said, her tone not even hiding her annoyance.
"I have to go to the ladies' room," Jasmine said, a wicked idea popping into her head and one that would enhance or end the seduction rather quickly. "If you want, feel free to grab my extra pair from my travel bag. I never leave home without a back-up pair."
"Really?" Yanika asked.
"Actually, I insist," Jasmine said. "Grab them and try them on. Sorry, but I really got to go to the washroom."
She left Yanika alone and went to the washroom. She actually did have to pee. She also knew that when the pretty woman went to grab the package of nylons she would also discover her strap-on harness and hoped that would open the large woman up to some fun.
Yanika got up and moved to the Louis Vuitton designer bag, respecting this woman's game, opened it and gasped. Curious, she grabbed the dick and pulled it out. "Oh my," she said, as she looked at the real authentic-looking white dick. Her entire life had only been men of her faith and she couldn't remember the last time she had sex. She did know it was over a year at the very least.
Jasmine peed as quickly as she could. She wanted to get back there and see the woman's reaction or if she even mentioned it.
Yanika wondered why this woman had such a contraption in her bag. While still holding it she found the brand-new package of Wolford's stockings. Like the ones Jasmine was wearing, they were hold-ups, at least that was what the package said. She also couldn't help but feel a tingle in her vagina. As crazy as it may seem she was technically a 42-year-old virgin. Yes, she had sucked some Muslim dick and also been sodomized many times, but she had never allowed a man or herself to touch her vagina. She knew it sounded absurd to most Americans to stay a virgin until marriage, but she had.
She was looking at the sizing, worried they may not fit when Jasmine walked out and gasped, "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I forgot that was in there."
"Hey, that's your business," Yanika responded, startled and yet trying to act casual... realizing the penis was still in her hand.
"No, what a terrible first impression," Jasmine said, going into full actress mode. She, of course, had been an actress in high school before becoming a professional dancer.
"No, I'm serious," Yanika shrugged. "It's no big deal."
"Well," Jasmine joked while planting more seeds, "I do have much bigger ones at home."
"Oh my."
"Sorry, probably way too much information for a first business meeting," Jasmine said, taking the package of nylons and opening them. Yet, she allowed the woman to continue to hold the dick.
"Perhaps a little," Yanika said, putting the penis on the table. "I do have to ask," the Muslim woman queried out of curiosity, "why do you have it in your purse?"
"The truth is a little embarrassing," Jasmine said.
"Well, I think we passed that when I discovered it."
"I suppose so," Jasmine nodded. "Get out of those pantyhose and I'll tell you."
"All right," Yanika said, moving her hand under her dress and rather quickly and smoothly tugging down her hosiery she never planned to wear again.
"So, if I can be completely honest," Jasmine began.
"I expect nothing less," Yanika said, as she got the pantyhose off of her left foot.
"I like seducing women," Jasmine bluntly answered.
"Really?" Yanika asked as she got out of the other half of her pantyhose.
"Yes, some people play sports, some play board games, well, my hobby is seducing and turning straight women," Jasmine answered, deciding there would be no beating around the bush with this turn. Just throw it out there and see if it sticks. She had a few other very good possible turns downstairs and didn't want to waste her time if this was going nowhere. Plus, she didn't want to seriously hinder the possibility of not getting this deal later in the week. While chatting she rolled up the first stocking.
"That is quite the hobby," Yanika said, glancing at the dick on the table. She couldn't explain it, but she was feeling very aroused at the moment. Something that had not happened in a couple of years at least when she met a successful businessman back when she was visiting her mother in Quater and ended up being absolutely anally destroyed by the powerful man. She hated that she loved the rough treatment and actually came that way without ever having her vagina touched.
"Yeah, it keeps me busy," Jasmine shrugged, as she handed her the first already rolled-up stocking.
As Yanika sat down and began to put the stocking on, Jasmine prepared the second one. Yanika asked, putting two and two together, "So did you plan to turn a woman at this wedding?"
"Or two or three," Jasmine smiled, watching this large pretty woman put on the expensive stocking.
"Oh my," Yanika said, oddly impressed by the brazenness of this white woman. "Who?"
"Well, if all cards are on the table I already seduced the bride yesterday at her bachelorette party," Jasmine revealed, as Yanika reached her hand out for the other stocking, stopping just above the knee.
Jasmine handed her the second stocking as Yanika gasped, truly surprised, "No, you did not."
"I did," Jasmine said with pride. "In fact, I took her right there in a bathroom and then left her there to apparently service a few more bar patrons."
"I was at that bachelorette party but left early," Yanika said, as she put the second stocking on.
"I got three turns in total that night, one before and one after Carrie," Jasmine just kept revealing secrets seeing that this intrigued the potential prey.
"I just can't believe it," Yanika said, as she got to just above her knee.
She stood up and Jasmine, risking this conversation coming to an end, but sensing it wouldn't, dropped to her knees and said, even as she put her hands on the stocking on the woman's right leg, "Let me help you with that."
"You don't have to do that," Yanika said but appreciated it as her big frame made pulling up the stockings a little bit of work. Her full-time assistant did help dress her most days.
"It's no problem," Jasmine said, not doing anything else but pulling the stockings up to the woman's thigh.
Once done, Jasmine stood back up.
"Thanks," Yanika said, still feeling a little aroused. Curiosity still getting the better of her she asked, "So who else is in your line of fire?"
"The pregnant woman, either of the wedding couple's mothers, a couple of the bridesmaids," Jasmine said. "Tiffany really hates me so she could be fun."
"Tiffany is a complete bitch," Yanika said, knowing her well.
"That explains her attitude," Jasmine said.
Suddenly, the light bulb went on inside Yanika's head like in those old cartoons, "Am I a target?"
Jasmine smiled warmly, moving her hand to the woman's arm and slowly caressing it, "If you want to be."
"I don't know what to say," Yanika said, feeling a warmth at the woman's touch. She was flattered; she was aroused; yet, this was not something she did.
"Have you ever been with a woman?" Jasmine asked, moving slightly closer.
"No."
"But at this moment you are thinking about it, aren't you?" Jasmine continued, her lips now just inches from Yanika's.
"I don't know," Yanika hesitantly answered, glancing at the dick on the table, her body giving her mixed feelings compared to her head.
Jasmine saw the glance and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh my," Yanika replied, shocked by the bluntness she always respected from another person.
"It's obvious you need a good fucking," Jasmine pushed seeing that confused yet lustful look in her eyes that she saw in most women before the turn.
"I-I-I..." Yanika, who was always in control, stammered. She wasn't sure what to say. Her entire body was burning in a way it almost never had.
"Just relax," Jasmine said. "Let me give you the time of your life." She then moved her hand under the dress and rubbed the very wet pair of panties.
"Oooooh, don't," Yanika said, pushing the hand away.
This didn't happen to Jasmine much. She wasn't a rapist so she was going to respect the 'no', but she wasn't giving up yet either.
"You sure?" Jasmine asked. "The look in your eyes is screaming 'fuck me'.
"I've never been touched there before," Yanika blurted out.
"Where?" Jasmine asked, confused.
"No one has ever touched my vagina before," the Muslim clarified.
"You're a virgin?"
"Technically."
"Technically?" Jasmine asked, utterly confused.
"Well," Yanika said, but figuring the surreal situation had already been allowed to go this far, "I've only let men fuck my ass so I remain a virgin for marriage."
"Oh," Jasmine said, recalling reading an article about Christian girls who would have anal sex to keep their boyfriends and remain virgins. There was also a hilarious song called 'The Loophole' by Garfunkel & Oates with lyrics like, 'Thank you for giving me holes to choose from and since I'm not a godless whore. He'll have to come in the back door.'
"So, no one has ever eaten your pussy, fingered you or fuck you?" Jasmine asked, purposely being a little crude to keep this clearly horny woman in the mood. It was pretty obvious this turn was still possible.
"No, not even my own, fingers," Yanika admitted.
"Yanika," Jasmine said, actually feeling sorry for her. "Let me show you what real pleasure your beautiful body has."
"But...."
"No buts," Jasmine said and playfully added, "except maybe some butt play. This isn't a real cock so you would technically still be a virgin."
Yanika pondered this. After a lengthy pause she vaguely agreed, "I suppose."
"Let me show you how good a tongue can feel on your pussy," Jasmine purred.
"I don't know," Yanika repeated, her mind a muddled mess and her body burning with a lust she could no longer control. Yes, she had desires. Yes, she had urges. But she had always been able to control them. Yet, at this moment, a fire was engulfing her desire and she felt her control fading away.
"You do know," Jasmine said, taking the lead and gently guiding her to the sofa. "Just close your eyes and relax."
Yanika allowed herself to be guided to the sofa.
Yanika allowed the woman to part her legs, even getting a rush of adrenaline as Jasmine moved her hands up her newly put on silky stockings clad legs.
Yanika felt the woman move her head between her legs.
Jasmine, wanting to cross the line as soon as possible, didn't pull the panties down, but instead just tugged them to the side and leaned forward to lick the very hairy, extremely strong-scented pussy.
"Ooooooooh," Yanika moaned, as she felt a tongue part her vagina lips. She couldn't believe she was allowing this. She couldn't believe the immediate pleasure that coursed through her. She couldn't believe she was being turned.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste so good," Jasmine complimented, the strong scent really drawing her in and the delicious taste as almost all pussy do.
"I can't believe..." Yanika began to say but stopped mid-sentence. Instead, she kept her eyes closed and just allowed the rapidly growing pleasure rising inside her to take over.
"Just relax," Jasmine instructed as she knew that it wouldn't take long to get this woman off. She was excessively wet. She had never experienced this pleasure before.
"Oooookay," Yanika moaned, feeling an orgasm stirring inside of her in under a minute. Her anally achieved orgasms took an eternity, if she had them, but this was a whole other level of pleasure. Anal sex started with extreme pain and slowly faded over a lengthy fucking. This was instant pleasure compounded by pleasure at contact.
Jasmine didn't say anything else. She just focused on the task at tongue. Get this woman off and change her life. Hearing the increasing moans, she knew the big-bodied woman was close. She did her magical orgasm trick excited to be the first to insert her fingers in this virginal vagina and quickly find the g-spot.
"What are you dooooooooooing," Yanika moaned wildly, the insertion of surprise fingers in her vagina increasing the burning fire inside her to erupt like a wildfire. She couldn't believe the feelings inside her as this white woman did something magical inside her vagina and she was about to come.
Jasmine moved her lips to the big swollen clit and flicked it while simultaneously tapping the g-spot leading to a massive earthquake of pleasure for Yanika.
"Oooooooooh," Yanika moaned wildly as she squeezed her legs against the white woman as her orgasm hit and she quaked uncontrollably.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Jasmine purred. She pulled her fingers out and caught as much of the creamy cum as she could.
A minute later, Yanika opened her legs allowing Jasmine to move again. Jasmine stood up, got out of her dress, and grabbed the harness.
Yanika opened her eyes and saw this woman putting on that dick. She also felt wetness leaking out of her from the most intense pleasurable sexual experience she had ever had.
"You don't think you're fucking me with that?" Yanika asked, even as the trembles of aftershock after aftershock quaked through her big frame.
"I'm going to give you the fucking of your life," Jasmine confidently said. The turn was already accomplished, but she wanted to be the first to fuck her pussy. "Now get on your knees and show me that big ass."
Behind the serious businesswoman was a submissive side although she had never obeyed any woman who wasn't family. Yet, with no hesitation at all, she felt herself slowly reposition herself into the position instructed. She told herself it was because she did want to get the fucking of her life and not because she was being submissive to some white woman. Regardless, as Jasmine finished tightening the harness, Yanika was bent over on the sofa.... her hands on the top for balance.
"God, you have an amazing ass," Jasmine complimented, squeezing both large black cheeks.
"Thank you," Yanika said in a bit of a daze.
"Yeah, no wonder men want to fuck it," Jasmine commented, as she positioned her dick and quickly slid it deep in the virgin pussy.
"Oooooooh, I thought you were going to fuck myyyyy ass," Yanika moaned, the realization she was now losing her virginity to a woman.
"Remember, it's just a fake dick," Jasmine reminded the big-bodied beauty. As she began to fuck her, not taking her time at all, she reminded Yanika, "Your virginity is still intact."
"I guess sooooo," Yanika replied, as the pleasure of a dick in her pussy, fake or not, was a hundred times more exhilarating than a dick in her asshole.
"You like getting fucked?" Jasmine asked, a couple of dozen strokes later. She knew the answer, no woman could fake those moans and huffs; plus, no woman faked it with another woman.
"Oh yes, don't stop," Yanika huffed a mixture of a moan and a demand. The pleasure rising inside her kept the fire burning inside, one orgasm beginning to rise as the other faded.
"Tell me what you want," Jasmine ordered, pulling out and slapping the big ass.
"Shove that dick back in my virgin pussy and make me your slut," Yanika pleaded, annoyed to have the dick withdrawn from her pussy.
"You want it hard?" Jasmine asked, slamming back into her.
"Yes, pound me, fuck me, make me come all over your cock," Yanika wickedly said, her orgasm imminent. She had never had multiple orgasms and yet it seemed like that would be another first in a surprised night full of them.
Jasmine hammered the sexy woman hard, sweat beginning to form, but God she loved hearing this woman's moans and wicked huffs of desperate lust. She also enjoyed watching the big frame bounce all over the place.
"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, use me like some cheap Muslim slut," Yanika moaned, her orgasm continuing to bubble just below the surface. For some reason, the fact she was being fucked by a white girl was adding to her kinky euphoria.
"You want to be a dirty fuck toy for white women?" Jasmine asked, the idea of sharing her with her friends suddenly really hot.
"Oh yes, make me your Muslim fuck toy," Yanika willingly agreed, euphoria consuming her.
"Come for me, my Muslim pet," Jasmine ordered, the fact she was still wearing the hijab added a wicked reminder of this interracial dominance. Sexually excited by this raw sex act, her own pussy burning from the excitement of an epic turn, "Come all over my white dick and become my lesbian plaything."
"Ohhh, fuuuuuck, yeeeeees," Yanika huffed and then erupted as back-to-back orgasms ripped through her.
"Good slut," Jasmine purred. She kept pumping her dick in the writhing slut for a good couple more minutes before she pulled out.
Jasmine quickly got out of the harness, walked around the sofa, placed one leg on the top of the couch, the perks of once being a professional dancer, and offered her pussy to the dazed woman.
Yanika's eyes went wide, but she had no time to process as Jasmine grabbed her head and guided it into her wetness. "Get eating, my cunt munching fuck toy."
This was another first and another crossing of a line, yet Yanika was way too far gone to do anything but obey as she extended her tongue and licked even as her body burned and leaked. Her eyes stayed wide at the shocking reality. Not only was she eating a pussy, a white woman's pussy, but she was absolutely engrossed by both the submissive taboo act and the unbelievable taste. So much so she actually let out a moan as she licked and the taste danced on her tongue.
"Yes, don't stop," Jasmine moaned, enjoying the ultimate rush of conquest as she held onto the back of the hijab reminding her of just how wicked this turn was.
Yanika licked the pussy with reckless eagerness as she just became engulfed in the submissive task.
Jasmine grinded as best as she could in her flexible position as her orgasm was about to burst. "Don't stop, my sexy slut. Don't stop until I come all over your pretty face."
Yanika kept licking obeying the woman's order, her pussy still burning even after her first ever multiple orgasms.
"Oh yes, fuck. Yes, eat my pussy. Yes, yes, fuuuuuck," Jasmine bellowed in the freedom of the huge room, baptizing this no-longer virgin in almost every possible way.
Yanika was surprised by the sudden gush of wetness, but she kept licking and licking until Jasmine finally moved her pussy away.
"So, do you plan to go back to the wedding and turn another?" Yanika asked.
"Likely."
"Will you fuck me again first?" Yanika asked.
"I think I can do that," Jasmine smiled, grabbing the strap-on. "I just have to do something quickly," she said, grabbing her phone and updating the score.
Score at 10:44 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Crystal: 7
Portia: 7
Veronica: 7
Jasmine: 6
Carol: 5
Happy to be just one from tying the others and a slew of potential possibilities still out there, she put the harness back on as she admired the huge ass. She could fuck it all night.
The end
Up next: A Pizza Delivery where Crystal gets a surprise opportunity after she decides to call it a day.
|
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"nylons",
"lesbian",
"stockings",
"milf",
"virgin",
"seduced",
"dominated",
"wedding",
"interracial",
"muslim"
] |
Until I Say
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/until-i-say
| 4.48 | null |
Group Sex
|
This night had been a long time coming. They had been discussing it in their group WhatsApp for over a month now. Teasing one another with pictures. Suggestive messages. Still, none of them had accounted for quite how electric, messy and passionate it was going to be. There was a need between them that was struggling to be contained as they left the club.
When the cab finally pulled up, they tumbled inside in a blur of half-fastened clothes and uneven breaths. The door had barely thudded shut when Tamika was on Laurie again, one hand already pressed between her legs, the other knotted in her hair like she had no intention of letting her go.
"In for a fun night, by the look of it!" the driver said, raising his eyebrows.
Wesley gave a short laugh. "You've no idea."
Thankfully, the drive was short. As soon as they reached the front door, Wesley opened it, stepped inside, and waited. He didn't need to tell them twice.
Once the door was shut, he turned on them, pinning both to the wall with a hand on each of their chests.
"All right," he said, voice low and dangerous. "You two have had your fun. Now you're going to behave. You've got five minutes. Upstairs. Naked. On all fours. Ready for inspection. Are we clear?"
The girls blinked at him, breathless and pink-cheeked. Then they looked at each other, grinning and bolted for the stairs, giggling like they were about to get away with something.
In the bedroom, it was a chaotic scene. Skirts yanked down. Bras flung off. Panties peeled away. Laurie let out a laugh as Tamika pressed her back against the wall and dropped to take one of Laurie's nipples into her mouth and sucked like her life depended on it. Her hand came up to pinch the other, gently but firmly, and Laurie moaned, her legs already shaky.
"Girls," Wesley called from the hallway, voice sharp, "are you ready?"
"Almost!" Laurie called back, voice high and breathless.
He heard the moan, of course. He wasn't an idiot.
He walked in to find them scrambling into place, still half out of breath, hair all over the place.. Both of them side by side, on all fours on the bed, naked and giggling, their bare asses arched up invitingly. The sight made his cock throb.
"Good girls," he said, his tone warm but laced with control, running both hands over their asses in slow, circling strokes. He used two fingers to spread them open, fingers finding them hot and wet, using a third to run his finger down their wet slit.
He pulled away and then quickly pressed two fingers into each of them. Slowly, but with a steady pressure, watching their bodies react as they gasped and bit their lips.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he murmured. "Ready for me already, huh?"
The girls moaned, pressing back into his hands instinctively.
"Oh, you're ready all right," he said. "But that doesn't mean you've behaved."
He withdrew his fingers, slowly, ensuring he added extra pressure as he moved his fingers over their sweet spot.
"Naughty girls don't get cock," he said flatly, walking to the side table where his bag waited. He unzipped it and pulled out the riding crop.
"Tamika, you've been the troublemaker all night. I think it will be you first. Twenty across that ass of yours. Laurie, get on your back. She's going to suck your clit whilst she takes her punishment."
They moved quickly, almost eagerly, shifting into place without a word of complaint. Laurie lay back, legs spread, hair spilling over the sheets. Tamika sank between her thighs like it was her rightful place, tongue already flicking softly over Laurie's swollen clit, drawing a needy moan from her lips.
Wesley stepped in behind, crop in hand, watching the way Tamika's ass arched as she focused on her task.
"Count for me," he said.
Then the crop landed with a sharp crack.
"One," she gasped against Laurie's pussy.
Another. Sharper.
"Two."
Laurie moaned into Tamika's mouth, tasting her as that tongue moved faster, circling her clit over and over.
By ten, Tamika's body was shuddering, and Laurie was on the edge herself, the pleasure hammering through her without a break.
"Switch," Wesley said. His voice was low, sharp enough to cut through everything.
Laurie froze for a breath, then moved, sliding down between Tamika's legs. Tamika lay open for her, unashamed, slick and glistening in the light. Laurie's mouth found her clit, tongue tracing slow circles, drinking her in. Gentle at first, then harder when Tamika groaned and tangled her fingers in her hair.
The first crack of the crop landed across Laurie's ass. She flinched hard, gasping into Tamika's pussy.
"One," she got out, the word muffled.
The next strike landed sharper.
"Two."
Her thighs jerked, and her pace stuttered, but Tamika's grip kept her there. Laurie pushed through it, kept her tongue moving.
By the third, her breath was coming in rough bursts. She whimpered into Tamika's heat, the sting burning deeper than she'd expected, right into her nerves. Tamika's moans grew louder, her hips lifting to meet the steady, hungry work of Laurie's mouth.
The fourth came down hard on the top of her thighs, her nails dug into Tamika's curves as she tried her hardest to focus on the task at hand.
"Four," she sobbed, tears forming at the edge of her eyes. Every blow tore another whimper from her lips.
Tamika, in contrast, was almost purring, riding the pleasure, grinding against Laurie's tongue, gripping her hair like a lifeline. Wesley's strikes stayed steady, merciless and deliberate.
By the seventh, Laurie's counting was broken, her voice shaking so badly that Wesley had to prompt her to finish.
"Nine," he said, and she echoed him, barely audible.
"Ten."
The last stroke tore a cry from her, her face pressed into Tamika's body like she could hide there. Tamika arched under her, a sharp, guttural sound breaking free as she came hard against Laurie's mouth, hips jolting.
Laurie sagged where she was, trembling all over.
The difference between them was almost cruel--Tamika flushed and shining, satisfied to the bone, while Laurie's ass throbbed and her breathing came in ragged pulls. Wesley's eyes lingered, softer for a second, before the edge came back and he tightened his grip on the crop.
"Messy," he said. "But you got there. That's what counts."
Wesley reached for his bag and gave them their next instruction, "Get on all fours. Side by side."
They scrambled into position, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, knees sinking into the mattress.
Wesley set the crop aside and pulled a leather paddle from his bag. The creak of leather as he flexed it made them both shiver.
He stood behind them, letting the paddle trail lazily over their red asses.
"How many do you think you deserve?"
Tamika was the first to answer, her voice low and shaky. "Five... each?"
Wesley chuckled, a sound that made Laurie's stomach flip.
"Five? That's cute. You can have ten."
Laurie whined. "Please... I can't..."
"Ten! Argue again and it will be fifteen," he reiterated, tone like steel. "And you'll count every single one."
The first strike landed on Tamika, heavy and thudding, forcing a gasp from her throat.
"One," she panted.
The next cracked against Laurie's ass, making her jolt and cry out.
"One."
He alternated, left, right, left, right. The sound filled the room: deep, punishing. Tamika moaned louder with each hit, almost feeding on it. Laurie's voice shook, tears streamed down her face. She forced herself to keep counting. Wesley's pace was steady, relentless, until they hit ten apiece.
Wesley dropped the paddle, running both hands over their burning cheeks, soothing and squeezing. Then his fingers slid lower, stroking between their slick folds, teasing slowly until they were whimpering and begging for more.
"You took it," he said softly. "But don't think that earns you cock just yet."
He tossed the paddle aside and reached into his bag, pulling out the suede flogger. The girls' eyes widened at the sight of it--soft leather tails swaying, deceptively gentle.
"This," he said, twirling it lazily, "is only for the parts that really matter."
He pointed at Tamika.
"On your back. Legs open. Hands behind your head."
She obeyed instantly, lying back and spreading wide, baring herself completely. Her chest rose and fell, nipples hard, pussy glistening in the light.
Then he looked at Laurie.
"You. Kneel. Mouth on my cock. Don't stop until I tell you."
Laurie scrambled to her knees, eyes wide, lips parting as she wrapped her hand around him and began to suck. Wesley's hand threaded into her hair, controlling her pace, pulling her deeper with slow, deliberate thrusts.
He stood over Tamika, flogger in his other hand, and let the soft tails brush over her thighs, teasing her. She gasped, hips twitching, anticipation coiling in her belly.
"Legs open," he warned. "Move them, and I start at the beginning, again."
The first strike caught her across the pussy. Light, but enough to rip a cry from her throat. The tails brushed her clit on the way, a hot little spark shooting straight through her. She moaned, head tipping back, thighs shaking, but still held open.
Another. Harder.
Her gasp turned sharp, hips jolting, the sound in her throat breaking into ragged whimpers.
"That's it," Wesley said, his voice low, rough around the edges. "Take it. Maybe I'll let you take Laurie's for her too..."
Laurie gagged around him, tears pricking her eyes as he tightened his grip in her hair, guiding her deeper. She could handle this; she wasn't sure she could handle the flogger.
The strikes grew firmer, perfectly timed. A steady pace, snapping against Tamika's swollen pussy, her clit or that sensitive spot at the top of her thighs.
She was gasping now, almost there, thighs quivering so hard she could barely keep them apart. Every muscle felt like it was about to give out.
"Please--please, can I--" Her voice cracked halfway through.
"No." Wesley's answer came fast, like a whip crack. "Not yet."
He kept her pinned, hips jerking, while Laurie gagged around him, the wet sounds making his grip tighten in her hair. Tamika's breath hitched in short bursts, her whole body begging without words.
"Tamika," he rasped, voice rough, "you don't stop until Laurie makes me cum. And she swallows. All of it."
Tamika lay there, legs open, body shaking. Wesley stood over her and let the flogger's tails drag slowly over her clit, teasing, suggestive, gentle movements, before bringing it down harder than he had before. She let out a raw yell, hips kicking forward, fingers knotting the sheets without thinking.
"Stay open," he growled.
The flogger struck again and again. Soft, then sharp, alternating rhythm until she was crying out, tears streaking down her flushed face. Laurie moaned softly around him, the vibrations making his thighs tense, her tongue working him with slow, perfect focus as he punished Tamika.
Wesley's voice stayed low, dangerous, "You'll hold it. Both of you. No one comes until I say."
Laurie let out a small moan before picking up her pace. She could hear Tamika's moans changing as the sensations became more painful than pleasurable. The one thing Laurie knew her husband wouldn't be able to hold back from was if she massaged his prostate. Considering her options, she decided to take the risk.
Her finger dipped lower, circling his hole. He tensed, just for a second. Then relaxed, letting the sensation wash over him. Laurie was still sucking him, her tongue flicking the underside of his cock as she pressed her finger inside--slow, slick, deliberate.
The intrusion was smooth, familiar, but no less intense. She curved her finger just right, and his whole body jolted.
"Fuck..." he muttered, breath catching.
Laurie moaned around his cock, clearly turned on by the way his control was slipping. She worked her finger in gentle pulses, stroking the swollen gland in time with her mouth. She had him, completely. Every nerve on fire. His thighs trembled under their attention.
He dropped the flogger, grabbed Laurie's head and exploded down her throat with a primal moan.
------
Lying as a tangle of bodies across the bed, they recovered their energy and ran gentle fingers over bodies, tracing curves.
Wesley kissed them both again, this time softer, letting the heat settle into something deeper.
"You've both been incredible," he murmured. "Now, I think it's time we all had some fun together."
Tamika's grin was slow and wicked.
"Oh, I've got an idea," she said, sliding off the bed and digging into her bag. Her hand came up with a sleek purple strap-on, the kind that made Wesley's eyes flick wide before he gave a tight little wince.
She buckled it on slowly, every loop and pull deliberate, her gaze fixed on him the whole time.
Laurie let out a sharp breath, a pulse of heat running straight through her.
Wesley's mouth parted as he watched, his focus locked on every movement. "You planning to use that on me?" he asked.
"Oh, I do," Tamika purred, stroking his chest.
"I'm going to use this on you, whilst you fuck your wife,"
"Oh my god yes!" exclaimed Laurie, giggling and excited.
Laurie lay on the bed as Wesley moved into position between her legs, guiding his cock inside her with a trembling moan.
"Yes," she whispered.
Tamika climbed on the bed and positioned herself behind Wesley.
"Don't panic, I'm going to use some lube and relax you a little first. Just fuck Laurie," Tamika reassured.
She gently massaged his hole, managing to enter with very little resistance. Realising he could take it, she pressed the strap-on against him and made Wesley groan low, his fingers grasping the bedsheets beside his wife.
While Tamika eased into him from behind, her hands slid over his back as she pushed deeper. His cock was buried deep inside his wife as he stilled, adjusting to
the sensations.
The sensation was overwhelming. Laurie's pussy clenching around him, Tamika's slow thrust filling him. His groans spilt into Laurie's mouth as they kissed.
When Tamika could push no more, she paused and let him breathe.
"Not so bad huh?" she whispered in his ear.
Slowly she withdrew, almost all the way, before ploughing in a bit quicker this time. Laurie gasped, holding him tight, as his cock pushed into her pussy.
"Fuck, yes," Wesley moaned, head dropping to Laurie's shoulder, his whole body jerking, caught between both of them and barely holding on.
The three of them moved together. Laurie clinging to him, crying out with every thrust; Tamika fucking him harder, her voice low and breathless in his ear. It was intense and messy, yet perfect, as all three of them teetered on the edge together.
When Laurie finally came, screaming his name, Wesley followed with a groan, his orgasm hitting in hard, uneven jolts that left him gasping as Tamika kept moving, dragging every last twitch out of him until he couldn't take any more. She didn't stop until he slumped forward, wiped out and barely able to breathe, with Laurie wrapped around him.
When Wesley finally collapsed forward, spent from the dual assault, the women saw their opportunity for some more fun with each other.
"My turn with that," Laurie said, breathless, with a mischievous smile on her face.
Tamika raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. She unbuckled it and handed it over, kissing Laurie deeply before lying back on the bed.
Wesley moved to the side, still catching his breath but fascinated, stroking himself lazily as he watched.
Laurie strapped herself in, adjusting it with trembling hands, then crawled over Tamika.
"Ready?" she whispered.
She looked so fucking relaxed, like she'd done this a hundred times and never once felt awkward. She smiled up at Laurie, soft and slow, like she could feel the nerves radiating off her.
"I feel ridiculous," Laurie blurted, eyes flicking down to the strap-on, then away again. "I don't know how to--"
"You don't have to know," Tamika said, voice low, easy.
Laurie swallowed, throat dry.
Tamika reached toward her, hand curling lazily in the air. "Come here."
Laurie took a half step forward. Still unsure. Still tense.
Tamika propped herself up on her elbows and looked Laurie dead in the eye. "Don't overthink it. Just line yourself up and push inside me, just like if you were holding a dildo in your hand."
Taking a breath, Laurie climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. She was trembling a little. Tamika guided her in with both hands, one on her thigh and the other brushing her hip, drawing her closer. Laurie lined up. She hesitated.
"Like this?" she whispered.
Tamika's eyes fluttered shut the moment the tip slid in.
"Fuck--yes. Like that. Keep going."
Laurie exhaled hard and pushed deeper. Her movements were jerky, unsure, like she didn't trust her body to get it right. But Tamika's moan said otherwise. Her back arched, mouth opening around a gasp.
Laurie froze. "That okay?"
"Better than okay," Tamika breathed, eyes fluttering open. "You feel amazing."
That did something to Laurie. She started to move. Slowly. Her rhythm was off, hips a little awkward, but Tamika didn't care. She gripped Laurie's hips and pulled her in harder.
"Don't hold back," she whispered. "You're not going to break me."
Wesley shifted in place. His breathing had gone heavier. Laurie could feel him watching--could almost taste it. She flicked her eyes toward him for half a second, and the look there nearly unstrung her. He was wrecked. Like he'd give anything to be in this, but he wouldn't step in.
Tamika groaned, low and needy. "Come on, baby. Give it to me."
Laurie caught her rhythm. Not perfect. Not smooth. Just real. Her thighs trembled, but she didn't care. It was the power. The way Tamika was unravelling under her. That was what was going to drag the orgasm out of her.
The noises Tamika was making... soft, helpless, then suddenly not soft at all. Shouting, cursing, begging.
She came fast, loud, gripping the sheets with both hands, her back kicking into an arch so sharp she almost lifted off the mattress.
Laurie kept moving through it, her whole body shaking with effort, watching the way Tamika's orgasm tore through her. She didn't stop until Tamika collapsed back onto the mattress, legs spread wide, chest heaving.
Then she let herself fall forward, arms trembling as she braced them on either side of Tamika's hips, forehead resting just above her navel.
No one said anything for a moment.
Tamika reached down and brushed Laurie's hair out of her face, lazy and sweet.
"You did so good," she murmured. "You feel it?"
Laurie nodded, her voice hoarse. "Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, I do."
Tamika grinned and looked over at Wesley. "You still breathing over there?"
He laughed, rough and strangled. "Barely."
Laurie turned her head just enough to see him. His eyes were glassy. His hand was trembling on his cock.
She smiled, a little drunk on it all, and kissed Tamika's hip. "We should make him wait longer next time."
Tamika hummed, stretching like a cat. "Mmm. Or tie him up."
Wesley didn't speak. He just stared.
|
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"mff",
"bdsm",
"strap-on",
"discipline",
"punishment",
"power play",
"pegging",
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From One Extreme to Another
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/from-one-extreme-to-another
| 4.6 | null |
Gay Male
|
I wasn't the first one to take the plunge. There were already lots of abandoned clothes by the French doors outside:
All men's clothes of different sizes, and all of them told the same story: pants and underwear taken off at the same time, usually with one leg inside-out from hurry. Socks thrown anywhere as an afterthought. Shirts escaped from and tossed, like a cocoon outgrown. And none of the clothes were thrown completely clear of the windblown snow that fell sideways in with every opened door. There was a higher priority than coming back to dry clothes.
I wasn't the last, but I was by no means the first to do it. And as I looked out into the winter dark and towards the single overhead lamp in the yard beaming downward, I saw several hands wave and hoot their fists at me. I saw their eyes.
How could I possibly forgive myself in memory of this night if I didn't give it every last bit of No Fucks To Give?
So, in the same brave haste, I took off my tight-necked sweater and threw it on the wet floor. I took off my T-shirt and threw it somewhere else on the wet floor. I undid my belt and pants and pushed everything at my waist downwards and climbed out of it, eyes forward. I threw away my socks without checking what direction I threw them.
I opened the door now and fierce biting cold air hit my entire body at the same time as the sound of several masculine cheers. My young skin turned bright pink from some combination of cold, shyness, and desire.
I forbade myself to either hesitate or hurry as I walked forward, bare legs into tall new snow. It was so powdery I sometimes found grass at knee level. As I took more steps, enormous snowflakes immediately landed, stuck, and accumulated on my shoulders, head, and erection. The first snowflakes to hit my penis actually turned to steam.
I don't know why I ignored all the leg-deep footsteps the others had made before me, which would have been easier to step into than to crush my own path... maybe I was proving something or other to myself, or parading in some initial show. But as I finally approached the pillar of steam rising from the huge wooden cauldron and walked up the steps, whatever the men there saw in me, they applauded and cheered for it. They cheered so adamantly, that I posed and twirled once, showing every angle, as a half-joke.
The water's frothing bubbles made everything exciting difficult to see down there, but I definitely confirmed I was not the only one already aroused. Whatever I may or may not have already missed there, the mostly-mature men closely watched my bright-white feet and ankles touch the piping hot water and laughed at my little yelp. They watched me refuse to hesitate as I stepped further and further in.
As I passed the seat/stair now and onto to the hottub's floor, they carefully watched the one lovely moment where my testicles, tightened up into such a protective sphere against the elements the taughtness opened my foreskin slightly down, touched the piping water and almost immediately slackened into floppy soft skin. I halted and revelled in that feeling, and the rushing water gently masturbated my shaft back and forth, back and forth, and my balls for that first moment felt like they were inside a desperate mouth. I gasped at all these feelings and felt everyone watch me. Which was already more intimate than I thought I was ready for.
As far as I know we hadn't yet gotten as far as "So let's do something about it since it turns out we all love dick", we were inching ourselves towards whatever-the-fuck, we didn't even seem to know but we had somehow found a miracle of good energy and adventure all at the same time:
I-don't-know-how-many-minutes before this moment, we had all noticed, at the same time, each other's happy, desiring moan and cheer when the movie we were watching suddenly had a surprise gorgeous erection in it. All of us completely failed to repress our sounds of surprised pleasure at the sight of a beautiful penis, and all at once, all of a sudden, there was just no hiding from one another a new truth discovered about each other at the exact same time.
We hadn't expected that, I think. Usually nudity in a movie was women, and brief. But there was an erect penis. And it wasn't porn, it was just something unexpectedly... European, in an otherwise normal crime drama.
The sounds we all made, before we realised it, were... deeply appreciative. With nothing else to ascribe it to.
The moment needed something said, and someone blurted out, "Good on you, man, go serve the world with that thing," and another of us blurted out "Yeah that's awesome but I've never done anything about it" and a chorus of "Me too!" suddenly happened. And then we realised we had all said the Me Too. All of us.
I'm so grateful I noticed there wasn't a single exception to that communal confession. For reasons hard to explain, a single person who wasn't in to it would mean it was very, very important to shut up right away.
Instead, just like that, we were suddenly a band of horny gay-curious men in a cabin-like house with a hottub in the Yukon snow.
...What.
There had been a long, long moment of silence then, and we all bashfully watched each other for signals that we should immediately change the subject. But there didn't seem to be anyone who could defeat and repress the amazement and curiosity on his face. It was too good. It was too weird to even move on from.
"Is this real?" one of us said.
Men are funny creatures. When men in this society really want to do something that some packs of men think would be weird, big or small, there's a special incantation they have to do before they're allowed to do it. Whether it's watch a nerdy TV show, wear something other than jeans, or admit you'd like to eat a dick, the incantation goes:
1. It's a hilarious joke
2. Do you also think it would be funny to do?
3. Yeah I'd do it for the LOLs have a problem with that?
4. Should we all do it just to prove we're scared of nothing?
5. This is cool and we're in an in-group for thinking it's cool together.
With those steps complete, you're now temporarily and conditionally released from certain rules of the patriarchy. You may now feel free to wear the pink thing, or be nerdy about a show together, or enjoy the dick in your mouth, as the case may be.
That's the theory at least. (I didn't make the rules and fuck the guy who did but here we are.)
You needed to have heard the almost-vulnerable eagerness in our voices to understand how close to perfect we'd squared this circle. And so, presumably having not missed anything from this plucky crew of men who had just admitted their eager horniness for dick in particular and dared to wordlessly but obviously point that horniness at each other with wild eyes and held breath, there was only one more thing to do.
We just had to have an air of "the LOLs" for a bit. LOL let's get homoerotic lol. Something like that??
Our first plunge was a literal plunge.
And so I plunged, for the first time of many that evening: there in this highly-populated hottub, I leapt up by legs and let gravity take me.
After the initial spiking sting of the hot water all over my freezing body, the bubbles I took down with me rushed away and it turned out the swirling water didn't hide a damned thing to someone already under the surface.
For a long moment, I was surrounded by sitting laps with violent erections. Some of us were circumcised. Each of us had a different size and shape. There wasn't a single penis there that wasn't in some way or another gorgeous.
I recognised this about the newly-revealed bodies of my friends, easier to admit in this first moment when I only saw beneath shoulder-level.
One of them gently pumped themselves, slowly, subtly. They must all feel so safe hidden under the bubbles. But they must see me thrashing my head back and forth down there. They must know I can see them now. Of course, they all saw me. Were they aroused when they dashed to the tub? Or did that come later? Was I the least awkward?
I remember I once had a friend who everyone in our former friend group depended on. The group were friends as long as she was around, and could talk about anything, but never gathered without her. And I wondered whether this moment could still stall and become an awkward disaster without someone like that. Was anyone else the A-Type? I was definitely not an A-type. Please let there be an A-type.
But I tried to smile boldly and casually when I came back up (after the initial gasp of air and wiping hair back). The biting cold hit me again but I let it hit me fully, arching back and letting what really was a lot of falling snow land on my tummy and cock. Each snowflake kissed me with a biting prick before exploding into a hiss of steam.
We were so close to being released from the wall between us, even though it felt so strong:
I now knew what all of these men's erections looked like. I now knew that the situation had made them all erect right now. And I was so close now to connecting my years of occasional fantasy of bringing a penis into my mouth with reality. So many times my porn and my masturbation and my desire had spontaneously switched what sex organ I wanted in front of me, usually in reach of my mouth. I had wanted the chance so many nights. Something seemed so hazardous about admitting it even now that we had confessed, stripped, and stared.
We needed a primer, and now, just before it was too late, it came to me.
"Try it! It feels good!"
They laughed in a daunted, horrified but impressed kind of way, and two of them grabbed the rim behind them and pushed up to standing.
We all arched back to feel snow on our aroused skin, staring at the silver sky. Heavy snow can almost turn night into a false day. It looked dark out when we were peering out from a warm cabin fresh from a bright movie screen, but now it was so luminous out there it felt even more public.
We looked down again, and accepted the inevitable realisation that each of us had jubilantly excited penises, all of them less than three feet away from us.
I watched for indications about how ready each of us were to be more than we already were, to take an even more obvious point-of-no-return. Beside me, I now noticed, one of my friends' erections was closeby, angling towards me, and eyes were on mine.
Some part of the incantation was unspoken yet.
So all I could do was guess an incantation and take another plunge. And hope future plunges would be up to someone else.
"I'm proud of us, boys!" There was laughter. "So did we mean what we said? Is crazy on the table tonight?" They wouldn't have said "Yes" if they meant "No", but put like this, saying "Yes" now felt like a not-unmanly thing to say.
"You know what? We deserve this."
I forcefully banished the thought "This is so stupid and they'll hate you they don't really want this" and I tried a thing:
Before the snow bombarded us enough to defeat our steaming erections, I twisted my left hand to take a strange reverse grip to the long uncircumsised shaft on my left. Watching carefully for any objection or anything worse than bashfulness, my right hand softly cupped the slowly-tightening large ballsack to my right.
And then it happened.
Just like playing the hand-game Stella Ella Ola, the hands around me cooperatively found a formation in a circle. The sudden gasping pleasure made it very hard to perceive exactly what was happening: several men in a circle in a hot tub, each of us with a left hand softly fondling the front of our shaft, a right hand softly kneading our balls, and jawbreaker-sized snowflakes bombarding our hot skin as quickly as rushing water and masturbating hands could warm us back up.
I was so conflicted, adoring how this felt, adoring how this looked to watch, but so afraid the perfection would make this end in seconds. We weren't even pumping ourselves in handjob yet though... we were fondling, APPRECIATING with our hands the wonderful new contours of erections completely different than each of our own, and appreciating the feeling of being touched by a man's hands that weren't our own. And yet, at first I felt like even without a single pump this feeling of being enjoyed and appraised by two interested foreign hands, while surrounded by many other already-adored penises, put me in potential danger of ending my erection with completion, far before I hoped.
But I couldn't possibly stop what I'd just enchanted into being. I lingered the moment on, softly massaging a shaft, softly fondling a ballsack, choosing between which penis to watch being worshipped, and quietly calming the pleasure I had needed so much in case it rushed me.
The door closed out in the darkness and we were jostled out of the moment. My slightly younger friend Joss was now quickly navigating his chubby body through the snow and halted for a moment as he noticed just what was apparently waiting for him. It must have all been a lot to see. I wished then I could notice the expression on his face from that distance. I don't know whether he heard our first panting sighs of pleasure but he saw a meadow of erections standing before him in this steaming spring. I would have worried he was having second thoughts, though even from there I could now see him sporting a surprisingly beautiful erection of his own.
The men around me clapped, and I smiled and clapped too. Joss smiled shyly and waved. Then he did a triumphant little pose.
"Hi Joss!" I said.
"Hey man!" he responded, apparently planning how to approach this situation. (Literally: we were quite the situation and he was deciding how to approach us.)
"Let me know if any of this is weird Joss!"
Laughter. Weird? Naw.
"Barring that, if you come in, some of us are probably going to try to do things with you. And um.... oh god, I think I'm suddenly one of them? Is that weird?"
There was laughter. Kind laughter. Where there's kind laughter there's hope.
"Yeah exactly how long have you been hiding that perfect thing from us?" said the oldest of us, like it was some new acquisition of Joss'.
We all laughed once again, but as he rushed his legs out of the snow into the first step down into the hottub (with a yelp and a sharp intake of breath), now my penis and his penis were each pointing up at each other's faces. His more-so, since he was starting at the top of the tub.
I couldn't tell whether the cold or the anticipation of who-knows-what was making me shudder and breathe raspily.
We needed some more transition into this, so I tried more humour. "So Joss! Welcome to the tub?" Laughter. "I have a question. This applies all around. Could you still have a beer with a man who's swallowed you?" Laughter, including from him. "Asking for a friend. I'm not sure which one, pick one. Like literally, I think you actually can!" Laughter.
I don't think he chose to move closer to me, and I don't think I chose to move closer to him. But something in the biting chill saved us, gave us the sense of urgency we had trouble admitting we'd have anyway. Now our erections actually touched for an instant, like the foreskins were leaning into a chaste little first kiss.
"What the fuck," I laughed, and descended a bit into the water. "How crazy you actually feeling? Vampirism off the table?" He laughed, and laughter happened behind me too.
I finished watching the reactions to my punchline and looked ahead of me. Kneeling now in a hottub, looking ahead of me now meant that there was an erect penis in front of my face. And this was a bit different. Somehow, standing beside naked men felt not too different from watching porn. Even touching them was at least the same motions as jacking off, though someone else's touch felt way better.
But now?
Now, closer than I've ever seen a penis (even my own), there was now, in front of me, a long and frankly beautiful shaft of skin, full and tight and strong, shining with the dampness of melted snow and glimmering with caught droplets of hottub mist. There was downy hair in a mane around the base of the whole thing, as well as sparsely along what looked like impossibly smooth skin underneath. There was something calming and even attractive about the fact that he had a soft tummy, like it punctuated the fact that he was Just A Dude, not Something From Porn. But that penis.
The others watched me, silent. We were in a transition, and in retrospect all obviously still scared we were the only ones who really wanted something like this, that we were going to be judged.
And, now that Joss was no longer walking anywhere, theoretically this shaft should have been still, but it wasn't. I saw it began to flex as I knelt, once in a long arch, and then in a kind of slow rhythm. I knew that flex. I recognised it. It's a flex you're forced to start making in quick pulses when your cum is spiraling out and preparing to shoot, and it's a flex you start making when you're dreaming of that shooting sensation. Once I noticed that flexing rhythm in Joss' full penis near my face, I would begin to notice it in my other friends nearby. It was another obvious but still needed hint that we were all dreaming of orgasms, needily.
We were not just going along with a dare, but hungry and hopeful together.
And, looking ahead, watching the pulsing, dancing erection, I felt myself pulse. I wasn't just interested in receiving a nice talented blowjob. I felt an answer to the question I'd asked after every time I'd done an Internet search and came watching naked men: do I want cock in return? Is it a favour to return, or something I'd enjoy?
Remembering the post-cum question mindlessly brought me close enough to breathe on the penis, and detect its scent in return. Neither of us reacted aversely to this.
As one last 'anti-weirdness spell' I announced a final "Welp" and, far more casually than I was feeling, took in both hands a shaft surprisingly hot beneath a layer of skin surprisingly cold.
I almost comically descended onto it, with a porny look on my face I didn't even mean to have. And so, a long shaft of meat went far, far in, and the mouth-feel of a penis actually inside me was way bigger than I thought. (Bigger on the inside!) The shockingly cold skin quickly became shockingly hot after just one second.
And then I brought my mouth up and his penis mostly out of my agape palette again, and all the tastes happened at once: the sweat, the clean snow water, the treated hottub water, the masculine tang, something gooey and sweet from inside. I took him the rest of the way out of me and was absolutely struck by everything I'd just tasted. Only then did I notice his gasps and some kind of note coming from his mouth far above me.
I looked up at him in shock, he looked down in me in shock, there was silence, there was a wide-eyed dropped-jaw mutual stare, and, with a radically shifted tone from the mass dudebro-like joking around, my now-drooling mouth found my friend's shaft again and he found my face with two welcoming hands that expressed something like joy or need or thanks in my hair and on my cheeks.
Everything had changed now. Everything in the hot tub. This wasn't a dare anymore, it was hunger, and pleasure, and attraction to cock. To all the beautiful cock.
And there I stayed for a few minutes, essentially gently making out with a penis like it was an attractive woman. And it wasn't a woman's mouth, it was an implausibly warm penis that continuously coated my tongue in salt.
And hallelujah.
In that moment I wouldn't have preferred the woman one bit. I just.... I just felt so happy as I slathered and tasted. In that moment my penis far below my face was cheering me on in flexes, softly humping the water and enjoying the tingles and torsions of it, but in no way in that moment did I wish for anything to be happening in return to it. I didn't want any distraction yet from this lovely thing in my face.
And despite everything I was scared would happen, nothing about this didn't feel like friendship. It felt just like friendship to compliment my buddy's erect penis with hungry happy little sounds and drooling licks. It felt just like friendship to be thanked back with tousled hair and gentle, gentle, gentle humps. It felt just like friendship to be cheered on by aroused friends among us watching our blowjob.
It sounded almost, almost like he was going to just cum right there, and I admit my timid anticipation didn't actually mind the thought in that moment, but what happened at the moment of most heightened panting was not what I expected:
Joss descended his whole body in a sudden plunge, to shoulder level, shivering. But smiling. He panted,
"God I'm cold." We grinned at each other, both panting. He massaged his arms and I massaged my jaw.
The others had also started to strongly prefer deep water. They couldn't handle the Northern winter air for long.
Joss and the others watched me in particular. Maybe they were watching me for regret, or judgement, or disgust, or anything else that could break this spell. For what I was ready to believe was the last time, they needed me to renew this enchantment.
Joss watched me steel myself and stand. He watched my penis come out at his level, and he watched me stretch and shudder.
And flex. Not necessarily at him in particular, but in no way avoiding him.
And, almost comically preparing himself in little self-affirmations and gestures of bravery, he placed his hands on the base of my tub-heated shaft and pointed me at his tongue. With a last little intake of breath as though he were going deep under water, he made the initial motions, and just like that I was placed substantially inside a man's mouth for the first time.
Men's mouths are large. I felt impossible softness, impossible slipperiness, strong torsioning, cleverly experienced button-pushing by an obvious expert in what cock craves, charmingly inexperienced button-pushing by a mouth debunking porn in realtime, and what was either entertained play or a truly brave sense of adventure.
And my surprised little song of pleasure must have dissolved any remaining sense of irony or shyness in our little henge of erect cock.
What's more, Joss and I's trade of positions had wordlessly set some sort of against-the-clock challenge to gamify our oral, as well as others, set and demarcated by cheers of each other's skill.
It was on. The challenge never had to be spoken:
ACHIEVEMENT 1: MAKE YOUR FIRST-EVER SECOND OF BLOWJOB DEEP
ACHIEVEMENT 2: STAND IN COLD AIR LONG ENOUGH FOR SOMEONE TO BRING YOU CLOSER TO ORGASM THAN YOU WERE AT YOUR LAST PLUNGE DOWN
ACHIEVEMENT 3: WITH AN ERECTION IN YOUR MOUTH, TOUCH ITS BALLSACK WITH YOUR CHIN
ACHIEVEMENT 4: COAT 100% OF A PENIS-AND-BALLS WITH SALIVA
ACHIEVEMENT 5: MAKE A PENIS CUM
ACHIVEMENT 6: GIVE AND RECEIVE PLEASURE AT THE SAME TIME
ACHIEVEMENT 7: HELP OUT A BLOWJOB BY REACHING WHAT THE OTHER MOUTH CAN'T REACH
ACHIEVEMENT 8: PLAN A DESTINATION FOR CUM AND SEE THAT PLAN THROUGH
ACHIEVEMENT 9: CUM WITHOUT EVER REQUESTING A TOUCH
ACHIEVEMENT 10: TASTE EVERY OTHER PENIS PRESENT
(The spoiler I'll offer is that everyone -- everyone -- achieved #9. No one ever had to ask for a moment of this, every penis was sought after and celebrated.)
For a long moment I watched others give and receive precious moments of blowjob, and I didn't notice a single one of us less happy to give than to receive. (Not a Christmas spirit so much as a horny gay-curious spirit -- every full mouth looked simply joyous, if sometimes overwhelmed.) I watched us all teach ourselves and each other proficiencies in second-person cock and pleasure. We tried things out, we whispered strategic advice and gasped to mark success and skill, and we watched each other for pleasure.
Which is even easier to do when your mouth is below shaft-level. During one moment as I turned my face downwards to Jeff, a new presence joining me after moving on from his last pairing, he watched me as he tried something fresh: Jeff gently kept my shaft pumped upwards to hike up my whole ballsack, which he was slathering with every soft inch inside his mouth.
He looked truly happy with how undignified my face suddenly became as he touched such delicate skin. He looked happy with the act, wanting more and more and more of my testicles in particular. The snow landing on me kept the area from going numb with touch, the cold kept renewing me as though I hadn't been touched yet. The only evidence to the contrary was that familiar feeling of progress, my body's special sense of how my semen was doing.
When I finally, finally descended into the hot water again, it had nothing to do with the cold. I just still couldn't forgive myself if this perfect touch ended me right then and there. With what he was doing to my balls, even just holding my shaft upwards with the occasional reposition was almost enough. I would definitely return many favours if I had came, but I felt my friends deserved my hunger and what it turned me into. They deserved that touch.
"You good?" Jeff said.
"Yep! YEP. Yes. You were about to give me a TKO. I think we can stretch..."
The "almost" feeling wasn't subsiding. In some sort of animal frustration, I even growled and thrashed my head as people watched. They began to understand and laugh uproariously as I angrily ordered my penis, "Don't you cum, stop, don't you dare, calm down, not yet..."
"I'll take that as a compliment!" said Jeff.
I meditated for another breath, once again asking my penis not to even think of cumming. Jeff and I smiled and decided our next steps. Mine would have to be selfless or I would go nuclear.
For some reason I enjoyed the cold more than the others, but with them shortening their standing challenges, eventually our next idea was inevitable: two kneelers!
One brave man, Sam, the oldest, with a cut penis shorter but pleasantly broad, perched up and sat on the edge of the hottub and Peter and I both approached him at the same time. When I noticed his sitting perch truly showed off how large his ballsack was, I had an idea.
I was always flexible and always imaginative. Not a great swimmer, but resilient to the cold, and this was worth a try.
I twisted onto my back in the water and stabilised myself with Sam's perched knees. Peter approached from above, pointed the erection to him, and began tasting. I pulled my water-supported weight up a tiny little bit to begin receiving the impossibly soft balls into my noisy open mouth.
I didn't have to try hard to reach: some combination of Sam's gentle humps and his pleasure continuously changing the shape and texture of his whole cock-and-balls brought him softly in and out of me, and as I made his balls' downward motions a very welcome place to be, Sam's soft humps down made him groan just as happily as his soft humps upward.
Sam's up-groans and down-groans were so different. Humping his shaft up into a mouth caused this aggressively horny happy sound. Humping his balls down along my chaotically licking mouth and tongue made Sam whimper this vulnerable delirious incantation. It was almost comical, listening him groan with pride and whimper with pleads, again and again and again, twice each hump, but I got the growing impression every last one of us was having the time of our lives.
It was almost incidental to notice that hands were now supporting me at bum level, easy to do with my buoyancy. I must have been QUITE A SIGHT, come to think of it, rolling under a blowjob in progress like under a car in a shop, and then making an entire meal out of a ballsack. Now, I noticed, happily but as a secondary joy to what I was doing, a mouth found me as my bum was supported and stilled. It tasted me all the way along my shaft, kissed my testicles hello all over, and then plunged me gently inside.
Now I was humming in overwhelmed sensation, and Sam's balls were vibrating with my own pleasure. Sam was now receiving two mouths and two tongues and a natural vibrator, with all the horny knowledge of the cause of each sensation, and probably the best view in the house. I could imagine his view, of a head bobbing up and down on his cock, an entire naked body whose face was beneath his balls and whose cock was in yet another mouth, and who knows what other sex in his view.
And it was obvious and happily accepted without a word from any of us: in that moment, we had all chosen our first orgasm.
It was all too perfect, we had maximised Sam's experience so much, that it would have been a crime for that not to be how cum started to be shared.
I had one moment wondering whether there was going to be reluctance, and if so that was just fine, we would cope and come up with other plans. At least, I reassured myself, it was no longer feasible for any of us to say "I'm sure I just imagined it, I don't actually like cock and neither do my friends". The cat was out of the bag. No matter what our individual boundaries were, we had welcomed each other's bodies into sex, and the energy around us was eager and thankful and friendly.
I watched Peter over me, and his pumps changed, and I saw him notice Sam's shifting status, and I saw Peter readily accept his mission.
We had the eager consent of our first swallower.
My position was unique: as I journeyed all over the area of this scrotum, I could feel the testicles inside, the area behind and below where the fluid would rush out, and the morphing shapes as everything began. As I paused my happy whimpers, I felt only for his movements. And I felt it. I felt the tiny vibrations of rush. In tiny pulses.
Deep in my mouth and along my tongue I now felt Sam's semen rush out of his balls and shoot upwards far away from me, into Peter' brave mouth sealed around Sam's shaft. I felt the moment Sam's ballsack tightened in its own kind of flex, punching each rush of semen up and out of him. Watching the cooperation between Sam and Peter was wonderful.
I started whimpering again as the distant mouth did his part on my cock as beautifully as possible, sharing in the moment by making my received blowjob even lovelier, making my voice hum non-stop, deliberately turning me up as Sam's vibrating sex toy.
Together as friends we introduced ourselves to completed gay sex and gave Sam an orgasm I know he'll remember for 50 years. I certainly would never forget the first time my tongue felt semen begin its journey.
And then, in my mouth I felt the moment this cock-and-balls unit allowed itself to lose its strength, releasing its flex, relaxing as one mass of soft meat, snuggling sleepily onto the contours of my face.
As Peter fully released Sam's pinkened and sleepy shaft, still a little large and a little taught, it flopped onto me, and as I was softly pulled away from my position by whatever hands had me, I was able to steal a tiny drop of powerful tang from the tip. Just a fleeting hint of the flavour.
I found it was Alex's hands in control of my hips as I curled myself into a sit. I denied his wordless request for more of my penis, instead pulling up a little on his hips until he understood, stood up, and sat on the perimeter of the hottub. He shivered a little in the sudden cold as I analysed this completely new penis, thinner but longer, uncut, furry, lovely, and delicate-looking at the top, and finally I relieved him of at least a little of his new sense of cold with my chosen attack: a series of kisses and licks along the fascinating, impressively pretty mass of bunched up foreskin.
I'm guessing that the height of his arousal in the last few seconds opened his foreskin a little like a flower bloom, because even though he had just left the water, what greeted my mouth was a suddenly unlocked large cache of colourless delicious goo, flowing into me the moment Alex's skin felt a happy kiss.
For a long moment it was an act of self-force to stop myself from going bananas in fast pumps on this gift-giver, making myself simply taste and tease, and both of us sighed and softly moaned. Did he know he was doing this to me? Did he know what was already entering my mouth?
I had never accepted cum. Was this the same? Would it be like more of this? Could it please be like more of this? And could I please take it successfully, completely?
The liquid he gave me changed us both. As I gifted him his first pump downwards, we were as slippery as soap and freshly warm. His gift had doubled the power of what I was doing to him.
Alex spent the next long moment acting in every way as though he was being rushed to his own cum, but for the longest moment he didn't. His sounds became strange, his hands cradled my head's weight and his thumb stroked my cheek in thanks. At one point his body apparently told him to stand up again, and his entire glorious self displayed in front of me. (Even though his body obviously told him to do this for the sake of depth in my mouth, I took advantage of the access to his pretty balls first.)
Alex obeyed his body's waves of preference, one instant enjoying my exploring licks all over, one instant teaching me a brand new dance with pumps into my mouth at just the right angle and speed. Always spending his breaths voicing disbelief.
Three times his change of voice sounded like that was it, and each time I shored up my bravery and thought "this is it" and prepared to drink-now-and-taste-later. Fuck it, let's do this.
After I finally took a moment to crack my jaw unsore a little, I found him again with my hands and gave his whole pretty shaft a long strong massage. I watched his face, and, as his head began to thrash a little, I coated my tongue with new drool.
With both hands I continued my massage while bringing inside me every inch I comfortably could bring inside and out. My left and right hands each softly massaged one half of shaft base and one testicle.
As his gasps changed one more time I moaned "MHM" onto his shaft in what I hoped was an obvious message.
My head and neck was softly grabbed and Alex's torso leaned into me and Alex's penis humped my mouth four times...
...and then stayed, deep, growing in familiar flexing pulses.
His balls tightened away from my hands and into themselves as they formed a single wrecking ball, and in bursts punched semen up and out.
And what I was filled with in large blobs was tart, salty, thick, and unrelenting.
I had meant to begin gulping, but there was something about this exact moment, something perfect.
I loved the way it rushed around the fullness of the penis in me, coating itself and improving each little hump that came next. I could hear him and he was so, so happy to be this drenched in himself and in my drool.
I never bothered swallowing Alex. I just let him lube his own cock into my throat.
His last pumps, created by his body without his choosing to do so, slipped easily into tighter meat at the back of my throat, slicked up to rush in and fill me. His hands, shivering like they were being shocked, played chaotically with my hair.
The moment's end happened all at once, where the shaft in me unflexed, drained itself of a little of its mass, and slipped slowly out of my entire mouth while his hands around my head went limp. As his pretty foreskin passed my lips, a little cum dribbled out, joining more cum that humps had pushed onto my cheeks, and there was one web of cum between my smiling lower lip and his foreskin that for the longest moment neither of us broke but just watched.
Finally, my hands softly caught him by the bum to break his fall back onto the edge of the tub.
I knew that around us there had been activity the whole way, there was pleasure shared the whole time, though the moment of the orgasm and the web of cum and the sticky cheeks was, I think, thoroughly witnessed. We had stilled the entire group with our extremely saucy little moment.
That's when I knew without any further doubt we wouldn't all get weird about this, but definitely have occasional oral sex with one another.
A familiar sight came right in front of me, though different. I'd recognise Joss by the penis anywhere now, even though this was the first time I saw it flaccid. I realised in the one moment before what happened next that this must mean he had found his orgasm already. I actually felt glad for him! And just then, his hands lifted me to stand and his body went down.
As I began being stung again by the snow, which was by now getting a lot worse, I realised this meant that my friend Joss, who had already cum, was requesting something of my cock. As I began to feel his wonderful touch, the sounds I made were just as much about how truly kind that was as it was how much I needed whatever comes next.
Joss icecream-licked my balls for a moment, icecream-licked my shaft for another, gave me strong but slow humps down my shaft for a third unbelievable moment, returned to my balls for licks gentler than ever, and then grabbed my base to aim me towards truly eyes-on-the-prize movements of determined blowing.
My time with Alex had generated somewhere deep down something very pent up, and with Joss' new treatment of me I could feel my own tip release its own natural piping-hot lube. Someone's hands helped me not fall and I trust-fell into it, as though I were thrashing and humping in zero-G now.
Every time Joss abandoned my shaft to enjoy my balls for a moment, when he finally returned to my snow-harassed cocktip my sounds changed again into something even less human. His gathered drool around my base made for lovely masturbating by Joss, strong grip and slow slippery twists.
Just like Alex, it was several times of me believing This Is It. Several times, I gave Joss false warnings of the burden I was about to give him. As my hands moved around me and found somewhere one penis still erect and gave it whatever clumsy worship my fingers could, I accepted not knowing at all what was going to happen when.
It was, inevitably, in this instant when I stopped predicting and started living in a moment of pleasure, that my orgasm opened and began.
At first it just felt like one more unrelenting impossible upgrade of pleasure. Until the moment my body told me it was done receiving and it was time to make things happen, and my usual love of soft touches were replaced with unapologetic shameless humps into Joss' pink eager face. And then stayed deep, which Joss helped with a push into me.
I rushed out of me a big glob of my own cum into this brave and patient mouth, moved outwards and into position, and then let my next hump feel all the surrounding liquid. The third time, Joss managed to deliberately bring me deep into the smaller space at the back of him, and the pleasure of that gave me no strength whatsoever to continue. My last moments were Joss' doing, as he softly twisted the inside of his mouth along my entire penis and bobbed a little at just the right times. He accepted every surprise aftershock.
Finally, as my emptied shaft escaped his strong mouth, I came to my senses in time to notice a flawlessly clean face, recovering from time without breath and many gentle slaps of balls against chin and cheek.
My right hand noticed something elaborate happening to the penis it was holding, probably something nicer and more complete, and I let it go. AsI got back down into the water and breathed deeply with my friend, I heard one last orgasm near us.
We all spent a long moment in hot water together, and then a long wobbly moment sitting on the edge being hit by more snow. We vocally confirmed everyone had had all the fun they wanted.
The moment I feared never came. I looked around me, and while we weren't sure what came after a time like that, that uncertainty never became weird. We doubt we would ever again have the Wall of Straight Dude between us. We would have girlfriends, girls in our friend group, friends who probably weren't quite like us, and times that were just movies, or D&D, or snacks.
And yet, sometimes (pre-planned to make sure there were no surprises), for those currently single and after those long weeks when the world drives you bananas, there would be blowjobs.
No matter what else the world and the people in it tried to make us feel about ourselves, the oral sex shared between us buds (as uncomplicated as it was and not about love, dating, or attraction) was eager, thankful, elaborate worship of each other's assets and delighted receipt of each other's pleasure.
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Inexorable Consequences
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Novels and Novellas
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Note to readers:
This isn't a tale of revenge. I've come across stories here of wives straying, getting involved in a steamy, exciting affair, their husbands are aware but powerless--or unwilling--to intervene. Perhaps telling himself he relishes her newfound happiness and sexual freedom? Or maybe he feels trapped, facing psychological blackmail, coercion, or the threat of exposure as a public disgrace or a scorned spouse, a humiliated man? Meanwhile, his wife's relentless emotional manipulation--"I love you, I'll always come back to you, I'll always be yours"--clashes with the reality of her newfound passion she's discovered in another's embrace. She might even believe her own words, but I'm skeptical. More likely, she cherishes the lifestyle--her house, her car, and the freedom enabled by a compliant, devoted partner who sustains her while she seeks sexual thrills outside of her marriage. The husband clings to her declarations of love, tells himself he supports her happiness, all while desperate to hold onto the remnants of his former life and keep the woman he married. Together, wife and lover mock the prison he's trapped in, once her cherished husband, now reduced to a pitiable fool.
These stories may not start that way, but they seem to end there.
Not this one.
This tale was actually inspired by several recent news articles. It is fiction, however, with all the characters being 18 or older.
*****
Chapter 1
I sat at the table, sipping my morning coffee. The sounds of playful copulation filtered down from my own marital bedroom to the kitchen, where I sat. The giggling and sensual squeals of my wife, the grunts and coarse comments from her fresh and exciting young lover. I closed my eyes for a moment and recalled how I arrived here.
It started with a troubling phone call. I was at work, and my cell rang. It was from the high school where my wife, Beverly, taught part-time and where my youngest son, Nathan, was finishing up his senior year. Concerned, I excused myself from my meeting and took the call.
"Um, hey. I should not be calling you, but I felt it was necessary to inform you that a complaint has been filed against your wife for inappropriate behavior with a student. She was warned, and the student moved to a different class," the voice said. "You need to do something".
"Who is this?" I asked. "What was she accused of?"
The line went dead. I called back, and the number went to the main office. I spoke to the receptionist, then the head principal, but was informed that personnel reports were confidential. They didn't know who placed the call.
The rest of that evening was fixed in my brain, in great detail.
At dinner that night, I waited until Nate left to go work on homework (video games more likely) and casually asked, "Has anything exciting happened at work today?"
Bev was my age, nearly 40, but fit and sexy as ever, with her powerful legs from our frequent tennis games and her slim waist, lithe and elegant, even with her large breasts. Looking incredible in her tight tennis whites, somehow even more so in the colorful sundresses she favored at this time of year. Light brown hair, with bleached highlights from the sun. I was fit, lean, and brown-haired, nearly 6 feet tall, but I was the lucky one; she was my world.
Bev came and stood behind me, putting her arms around me. I'd noticed she'd been much more affectionate these past few months, as Nate's graduation got closer. We'd be empty-nesters soon. I was looking forward to starting this part of our lives together, all of our sacrifices, and hard work as a couple, finally paying off.
"No, just the usual pre-graduation chaos, last-minute rush, I guess," she sighed. She held me close, then whispered into my ear, "I'm looking forward to getting Nate off to college, then having the house to ourselves! Oh, the things we'll do!"
I smiled at the alluring suggestion, my misgivings about that mysterious phone call almost forgotten.
Just then, Nate came bounding down the stairs and out the front door. "Chad! Over here," we heard him call. Chad was Nate's bud; the last half of his senior year, they seemed inseparable. It was an odd friendship. Nate was the only one of his brothers who showed little interest in sports, being into books and video games. I played baseball and soccer in college and was eager to interest Nate in any latter activity. It wasn't until Chad appeared that Nate finally got a position on the school's track and field team, to my relief.
At least it got him out of the house a few afternoons each week.
Chad was a few inches taller than Nate, and where Nate was a little stocky and dark-haired, Chad was lean, wiry, and sported a mop of curly blond hair, a persistent tan, and green eyes. I thought his hands, feet, and shoulders seemed too big for his body, but he was friendly, and Nate had him over constantly. Unlike Nate, he was a mediocre student. He had been held back a year in junior high, so he was older than his peers at 19. He didn't play school sports either. Instead, he and Nate played Frisbee golf, hacky sack, and other time-wasting activities. I recognized Chad's "type" from my time in the Army: a resentment of authority and an overall mental laziness, immature, self-important. Not a bad kid, but the discipline of a team sport or even boot camp would have done him wonders.
We overheard Chad tell Nate he had a new Frisbee golf disk, and they ran off to the park to try it out. Bev whispered in my ear, "They'll be gone for at least an hour. Do you want a warm-up for later tonight?" We were in our room at the speed of lightning. I was on my back, my pants hurriedly kicked off, while Bev worked my dick with her mouth. She never used to offer oral sex, but recently it seemed she could not get enough, and I was too much of a gentleman to complain. Afterwards, I'd have a few hours to recover before bedtime, then Bev and I would share a passionate evening together.
That's what usually happened, these past few weeks at least.
A little while later, Bev and I lay together comfortably. I was just about to take a nap when my phone buzzed. Nate texted us that he was walking to the sporting goods store to buy a new Frisbee disk like Chad had. Looking at my watch, I estimated he'd be an hour, returning around 9 p.m., and I texted him back to see if he and Chad needed a ride. Nate replied, "Yes, please, just me. Chad has already left."
I shrugged. Nate was fine on his own. I heard Bev's phone buzz, and I assumed Nate had sent the same message to her. She kissed me and said, "See you when you get back. I love you!"
On the way back, Nate asked to be dropped off at the park to practice with his new disk. It would be dark soon, so I tossed him my keys and said, "You drive home. I could use a walk." Nate grinned gleefully at the chance to drive, catching the keys in midair. I smiled and started to jog home.
Walking up to the house, I heard a noise. I approached my detached garage curiously, slowly, seeing motion in the window. As I got closer, I heard Bev's voice.
"Oh, god! Fuck me! Harder! Yes!"
I crept up to the window and looked inside.
My wife, Bev, was face down, bent over my vintage Mustang, her colorful, red and orange sundress pushed up over her waist, her pink panties on the floor, her legs spread, every energetic thrust lifting her feet off the floor.
"Yes! I love that cock! Fuck me!" She begged.
Chad was on top of her, his shorts pulled down over his ass, one hand under her dress holding her breast, the other holding his cell phone up, while he grinned into the lens.
Taking selfies, fucking my wife.
"Do you want this cock?" He sneered at her, driving it deeper.
"Oh, fuck yes! Yes!" she replied, panting and breathless. She started to cry out with each thrust.
"Are you coming on my cock?" he asked.
"Ug, ug, oh! Fuck me! Yes, make me come!" she pleaded in between screams and gasps.
"Come for me, married whore! Whose pussy is that?" he demanded.
"I'm yours! This is your pussy! Fuck me, please!" she cried, her climax ripping through her.
"Tell me I fuck you better than your husband!" he demanded. "He can't make you come like I do!!"
Bev tried to catch her breath, but Chad's pounding was relentless. "Say it!"
Bev replied with a flood of praise for Chad. "I love your cock, Chad! It's so big! So hard! You fuck me so deep! Oh, god, yes! You fuck me so hard! I feel you fill me up! God, my pussy feels so good when you fuck me!"
"And your husband?" he spat. "Has he ever made you come?"
"No! I come on your cock! Fuck me!" Her body shook as she spoke.
Chad stopped, holding his cock so just the tip penetrated my wife. "Say it, say what I want to hear," he urged her. He hovered with his phone near her face.
"No!" she cried out. "Don't stop! Please fuck me! OK! I only come with you! On your big cock! It fills me up; your cock feels so good inside me! So much better than my husband! So much deeper! My pussy stretches out for your cock! Please let me come! I need to come on your big cock! I don't even feel his dick inside me anymore! I can't come on his pathetic cock!"
"I don't feel anything with him! Please! Fuck me!"
Satisfied, Chad started pounding her vigorously until her staccato screams merged into one long desperate shriek, her body shaking.
"Take that cum, you whore! You married whore!" he taunted.
Chad grunted and tensed up, holding his body rigid for a moment, before relaxing. Quickly, while she lay there panting and in a daze, he pulled out of my wife and stood up, his throbbing cock exposed, still dripping a sticky rope of semen off the end. No condom, I noticed. It was surprisingly long, thick, and heavy for such a young man. He disrespectfully wiped it off on her dress and then tugged up his shorts, pushing his phone into his back pocket.
Chad then helped Bev up. She stood on shaky legs but took his head into her hands and kissed him. Seeing her kiss him was somehow more painful than watching her get fucked. It made everything more real, more devastating, as if she had feelings for him--this wasn't just a physical affair. Then I saw her pick her panties off the floor and turn to leave, glancing to ensure our family car wasn't in the driveway before walking up to the house.
I don't know how long I stood there watching, stunned, but I suddenly realized I wasn't breathing. My chest was painfully tight, my face flushed, and I felt dizzy. I sat down on the sidewalk, my back against the garage, trying to catch my breath.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Chad starting down the path back to the park, where I had just come from. He turned and saw me, stopping in his tracks. Then, he grinned and came over, brazenly sitting next to me.
I looked over at him, scowling. I could have easily killed him, right there. Reached over, grabbed his skinny neck, and twisted. Grabbed him by his blond curls and pounded his skull into the concrete until there was nothing left. There are so many ways to do it.
"I guess you saw everything, huh?" he started, calmly. "Don't worry, it'll be our secret, as long as you don't do anything crazy," he added.
I glared at him. My army training allowed me to remain stoic. My face relaxed, giving away nothing. People often dislike silence and will eventually fill it, confessing freely.
"Your wife is a fine fuck. Her pussy is really tight!" he told me boldly, then grabbed his crotch and added, "If you've got the right equipment!' he smirked.
"It's not all bad for you. Bev tells me I really get her motor running, you're in for a hot time tonight!" he quipped smugly.
Chad casually leaned back, looking at the clouds floating by. "She loves to fuck! Right? I mean, she needs it. She's crazy for my cock! Ever since that day at school, she wants it more and more! And I aim to give her as much as she wants!" he said, "As often as I can! I mean, that pussy is too good to give up!"
He squeezed my knee playfully. "Better me than some stranger, right?" he got up, turned to help me up, then loped off down the path, calling. "See you soon, Mr. Watson!"
I stood there, stunned.
Catching her cheating, I could handle. We lived on a military base long enough that lonely wives were caught fairly often, women unprepared for the stress and challenge of a soldier's life, seeking comfort in another man. Eager young men are always ready to take advantage of opportunities. I could have beaten him up for what I caught him doing, spent my 30 days in jail, he'd learn his lesson, and life would go on.
No, for me it was worse than that.
This was not an "I got drunk at a party" or "I ran into an old flame at the high school reunion" fling. This was "He fucks me better than you and has been fucking me for weeks." I just heard her climax with him. She made sounds I've never heard her make before--uncontrolled, passionate, almost involuntary sounds--while she was in the throes of ecstasy. Begging for his cock, pleading for him to get rough, the way she relished his vulgar and sordid name-calling and teasing, and her begging for more. Giving him more than she ever gave me, as she told him over and over.
That was hard to hear. The wife I thought I knew.
But the worst part was her words about me. I heard her debase me, degrade me--her husband--and demean and humiliate me in front of a youth our son's age. Those words she said, she offered up freely. She shamed me as her partner, as her husband, to a young man, a stranger, a nothing.
That felt like a knife in my heart. The words Bev said echoed in my ears, ripping my soul into pieces. It didn't matter if they were true or not. She had uttered them, out loud, to her lover. Listening to her, I felt like I'd died, like I was a hollow corpse. We'd been married almost 25 years now, and everything I thought I knew, thought I loved, was betrayed, exposed as false. I felt as if my skin had been ripped off.
I knew I should confront her and put a stop to this immediately, but my head was spinning. I needed time to think. I saw him take pictures. Did she know?
Just then, I heard Nate pull up in our car. I put on a brave face and met him at the door. We went inside, and by that time Bev had cleaned up and changed into a clean blue and white dress, I noticed. The three of us talked and played a board game together until bedtime.
As if nothing had happened.
I closed our bedroom door and started to take off my clothes. Bev came over and wrapped her arms around me, but when she touched me, I involuntarily recoiled.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," she cooed into my ear, her hands reaching down to squeeze my ass. I shook her off.
"Um, I think I'm coming down with something. Maybe tomorrow night, OK?" I said, then I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes. I could tell she was still standing there, maybe a little stunned herself. It's not often a husband rejects sex with his wife, right? After a few minutes, I heard her sigh and turn the lights out as she pulled the covers over herself.
She turned to me and asked, playfully, "Your birthday is less than a week away. Nate will be in college at that overnight for new students, so we have the house to ourselves. Maybe I have something special in mind?"
I grunted sleepily, replying ironically, "Are you keeping secrets, Bev? I love your surprises." She leaned over and kissed me, saying, "I love you too!"
She tossed and turned for a while but eventually became still. I could not sleep, my mind racing with so many questions. When did this start? How often did they sleep together? Did she still love me? What if people find out? What do I do now?
There were other things, things that gave me chills while I tried to sleep. What if this got out? What would our families think? What would Nate and our other children think of her, of me? My friends, my work associates, neighbors? This could be a huge scandal, and it might follow Nate for years, haunting him, ruining his life. Oh, Bev, what were you thinking? Now Chad knew I'd seen them and done nothing to stop them, AND he had pictures! What if he tried to blackmail us? The more I thought about it, the more I felt trapped. Caged. Shamed by her wantonness. Cornered like an animal.
I replayed the event over and over in my head.
What did he do to her? Why did she seem to risk everything to be with him? She looked so ecstatic, so exhilarated when they had sex, and why didn't I have that effect on her?
That answer was the most irrelevant to the situation, but perhaps the most troubling to me. I felt sleepless too, as if I had to do something. I carefully got up, so as not to wake Bev.
I opened my laptop and checked our wifi router logs. I knew the devices that Bev, Nate, and I had, so I checked for connections today and easily found Chad's phone ID number and address. I searched for each time it connected to our wifi, then checked the dates and times.
There it was. His phone and Bev's were alone in the house when I was at work or on days when Nate had track practice. They had been together frequently, going back almost 3 months.
Shit.
It also seemed they had been texting each other for the same period. I could see the addresses but not the messages. As I examined the router records, I noticed that Chad's phone was also transmitting a large amount of data to one other address in particular. It was easy to do a reverse lookup. I opened the website. My jaw hung open.
"My_hot_married_whore" dot com.
It was a paid membership adult website. Trembling, I looked at a few of the free teaser pictures and videos.
It was her, my wife, Bev. Her face was mostly hidden, but I recognized her. Her voice. I identified our house, our bedroom, the basement, her classroom, and other familiar places.
I'd heard her audio already, on the video clips, the things Chad had her say. He'd also added captions to the still photos:
"Does your husband know you're a whore?"
"It would be a shame if your family saw you sucking my cock!"
"What would they say at church when they saw you come for me?"
"If you stop fucking me, I'll show everybody what a whore you are!"
Did Bev know about this? I checked the logs, and I didn't see her devices connecting to it, so she wasn't aware of Chad's hidden operation. Maybe his motivation for seducing her?
I felt drained, weary. Before I closed my laptop, I did a criminal search on Chad.
Some petty stuff, but a mostly clean record.
This could really hurt my family if it became public.
That was a few days ago.
Chapter 2
A distant noise from the driveway brought me out of my daze, my recollections, into the present, the morning after my birthday.
Quietly, I opened the kitchen door and invited them in. I indicated that they should take a seat and wait, and poured them both some hot steaming coffee. In silence, we listened to the sounds from my bedroom until it eventually grew quiet. It will be over soon.
As I stared into my coffee, I recalled the events leading up to last night.
Bev has planned a lovely dinner for my birthday, followed by a comedy show, then a late-night cruise along the river. We would hold hands, walk together, and talk about the future. It was going to be a hopeful and remarkable evening. I was looking forward to it, almost forgetting my troubles for a while. Almost.
I knew Chad was meeting with Bev more frequently now. Nate was still unaware of what his friend was up to.
Bev had no idea I knew. Chad was getting bolder but still kept our secret. I checked my wifi router daily, and sure enough, his phone was at my house while I was at work or out somewhere with Nate. After I'd caught them, I lost any interest in sex with Bev. Each time Bev came on to me, I made an excuse to avoid her. I could not keep that up forever.
A day or so later, Chad appeared in my garage one morning. I'd taken the day off to take my car in for service. Nate was at school.
"Bev said you don't fuck her anymore," he said, bold as brass. I was furious for a moment, then I realized it was Bev we were talking about. She'd been telling him I don't make her climax, and I'm no good in bed. Of course, she shared this too, I sighed. For some reason, that betrayal of our trust hurt as much as her cheating.
"Mr. Watson," he began, as if he were giving me worldly advice. "I'm doing you a huge favor here. I told Bev to take care of you, and she told me that you used to fuck a few times every week, after I'd finished with her. But now, nothing."
I stared at him, at the audacity of him giving me sex advice! And Bev was being so open with a stranger.
He shook his head. "You're blowing this, man. Do you want this in the open?" he asked. "She's going to suspect..." I could not tell if he was threatening me or not. I got in the car. "Do you need a ride anywhere?" I asked, sarcastically.
He shook his head, grabbed his crotch, and walked to the house.
Where Bev was waiting.
After that encounter and up until my birthday, I made sure not to leave Bev alone, but blocking Chad and avoiding sex with Bev was a challenge. At one point, she restlessly announced she had to go to school for something vague, but our car was in the shop, so I offered to drive her in my Mustang.
When she heard that I'd be with her, she changed her mind. I could tell she was feeling a little agitated, but she did a good job of masking it.
That night, Bev and I went out for my birthday as planned. She was dressed in a sexy silk dress, heels, looking incredible, giving me all her attention. We had a great time, and I nearly forgot about Chad. She had been making sexy suggestions to me all night, and I welcomed her advances this time--in fact, teasingly I made a few of my own, to her amusement. I could feel her arousal growing, coincidentally made more urgent by a few days of denial. We arrived back at home late, and I felt relaxed, like my old self, and I was really looking forward to a passionate night with my wife, even telling her what I knew about her affair, maybe figuring out where we went from here.
Try to save my marriage, if that is still possible.
As I unlocked the front door, Chad stepped into the light. Bev started, surprised as I was.
"Chad! What are you doing here?" she almost choked.
He walked up to her and brashly held her close. "I thought since Mr. Watson isn't fucking you, that maybe I'd give you a night to remember."
Bev did her best to act shocked, denial poised on her lips. She looked at me, her eyes wide with panic.
Chad took her hand and used it to rub his semi-hard cock through his jogging shorts. Bev tried to pull back, but he stroked his cock with her hand until I saw her physically relax and start to rub it on her own.
"Mr. Watson knows I've been fucking you. He knows I give you something he can't. "Isn't that right, Mr. Watson?" he asked.
I simply nodded, waiting to see what she would do.
"Tell him yourself, Bev, tell him how good I make you feel," Chad told her. "Tell him what you want."
I looked at Bev, my wife of almost 25 years, as if I didn't know her. I just needed to learn one last thing: Did she have any feelings left for me at all?
"Oh, Bev, not tonight, of all nights..." I started.
Chad grinned. He knew before she did.
"Tell him you want this," he almost dared her.
Bev looked at me, pity in her eyes, but I could see the smoldering need rising up in her as she felt his cock harden. She shook her head, as if to force herself to think clearly.
"Oh, John," she started, as if to deny it or make an excuse, then Chad kissed her, and she reached her hand into his shorts. "...I know it's your birthday, and we had planned..." she began. "I do love you," she said and continued, "I really do, you know that it's true. I promise I'll make it up to you in the morning..." But she pressed her body against Chad.
"I need this," she whispered.
It was clear to me now--her talk of love and devotion was all a facade. She no longer felt anything for me, for us, or for our marriage. Her recent attentiveness toward me was obviously just a way to ease her own guilt. Now, with her affair revealed, that guilt has vanished.
Chad opened the door, and Bev glanced at me, then went inside. "You should sleep on the couch tonight, OK, John?" she said, leading Chad up to our bedroom.
I didn't sleep that night, as the sounds of wild and frantic lovemaking echoed through the house. I did send a few emails, though.
Chapter 3
A noise from the hallway shocked me back into the present when the bedroom door opened and I became aware of the sound of footsteps and soft laughter approaching the kitchen from upstairs. Bev appeared first, and I could see glistening semen dripping down her smooth legs even now. Then I saw Chad, and he was wearing my bathrobe.
They stopped when they saw me, then the other people at the table. A detective in plain clothes and a sheriff in uniform.
The sheriff quickly rose, reaching into Chad's pocket and pulled out his cell phone, holding it up to his face. Once unlocked, she rapidly typed in several commands and then put it into an evidence bag.
The detective moved in and handcuffed Bev.
The sheriff handcuffed Chad.
"Beverly Watson? You are under arrest for abusing your position of trust or authority, multiple counts of taking indecent liberties with a student under your care..."
Bev looked at Chad, as if he could save her.
Of course she did.
"Chadwick Nelson? Did you secure a signed release before posting these pictures online?" The sheriff showed Chad a folder of sexy pictures of him and Bev.
"Pictures!?" Bev almost screamed at him, staring in horror at the folder full of her pictures. "You bastard!" she growled.
"What? No, no! I didn't! It's not mine!" he cried, confused, looking between Bev and me. Trapped, caught, desperate for escape. But the data in the pictures identified him, his phone, the dates, times, and locations. It was all in the files I provided.
"Posting explicit extortion photos is a felony, son," she said, leading him to her squad car.
Bev looked at me in a panic. "John!" she yelled.
I just smiled.
Outside, the school principal waited and handed Bev's personnel folder to the detective. Chad's parents were there too, they were furious at Bev, blaming her for everything. The police had already briefed them--typically, a young offender would get probation, but due to the quantity of photos he'd posted (100s) with written captions or audio, some threatening to expose her if her husband interfered, bringing up other felonies, like blackmail and extortion--he was facing serious charges.
They both were. Years behind bars, registered sex offenders, fines. Divorce.
"John! I'm your wife! What have you done?" Bev cried.
What did Bev think was going to happen? That I'd be OK with her taking a young lover to our bedroom, making sure they had private time in my own house? Paying bills, maintaining the yard, listening to her cries of passion from the couch? How would we explain this to our children? To Nate? In a way, I dodged a big bullet here. They had both broken the law. If I'd allowed it to continue, I might have been arrested too.
"I didn't do anything. I didn't need to. You did this to yourself. Maybe you have forgotten you are a married woman with a husband and family, and a teacher, and he's your student," I replied.
It was the truth. There was an ongoing investigation once Bev had her first complaint from the school. It might have been dismissed, until Chad used a school computer to set up his pay-to-view adult site and share her pictures, posting evidence for the world to see. Like all schools, they monitor network traffic, and Chad's activity raised flags almost immediately. The photos contained dates, times, and in many of them her classroom was in the background. Chad had sealed her fate.
Then, last night was her last chance to show me any loyalty, and ironically to let me help her. I contacted the school, and let them know they could conclude the investigation immediately, if they wanted, in my kitchen, over coffee. Once again, if Bev had kept her promise to me from last night, the school and police would have arrived here and been disappointed to find Bev and I together, I'd vouch for her, accuse Chad of blackmail, case closed.
But, that's now how it played out. Bev saw to that.
"John! I love you! Do something!" Bev cried out.
When I first learned of her affair, I was desperate to extricate her, save her from the consequences. Win her back.
Could I have done something different? Perhaps if I confronted Bev when I first caught her, convinced her to end it with Chad and turn herself in, and perhaps she could plead for probation and family counseling. Force Chad to take down his website, then smash his phone in front of him.
No, that was a fantasy. Even if she agreed to break it off with Chad, return to our life, resume where we left off, I'd see her every day, a reminder of her infidelity, suspecting every kind word she uttered to me, every absence, questioning every text she received. And Nate, he'd quickly understand that Chad only used him to get time alone with his mom, his own mother knew it, and said nothing.
No. Bev had no power over me, or us, no right to make me live with the painful scar of her betrayal. It had to end, now.
"John! No!" Bev screamed, disbelieving, as she was pushed into the squad car. I had an appointment with my lawyer on Monday. He assured me our divorce would be quick, given the circumstances. A clean break, to start the healing.
I watched them drive off, tears rolling down my face, but feeling free for the first time in days.
"Happy Birthday to me," I mumbled.
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White Peach Summer Ch. 10
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Taboo/Incest
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Takeru stepped through the lawn of his grandfather's ranch, idly swinging his kama through the weeds, puzzling over what had happened.
He had never kissed someone, so he didn't have much experience in the matter, but it had certainly seemed like she wanted to be kissed. At least for a second.
There had been girls in the past, and similar moments with them. Times when he had been alone with a girl. She'd slip closer and the silences would grow uncomfortable, dragging awkwardly out. The girl would leave, everything would be fine, and then they suddenly wanted nothing to do with him again. Each time left him more annoyed and embarrassed than ever.
But Keiko hadn't given him anything like that. She hadn't given any kind of hint until she was nearly on top of him. They had barely spoken to each other.
It was likely something he had said, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it would be. Stories about his grandfather's gifts to other women didn't seem especially romantic.
She was ten years older than he was, and a widower. And practically a stranger.
He swung his kama, playing the scene back through his head. Without her creeping toward him, he could picture everything more clearly: the way her lips had spread open, the way her body curved above him, the hungry look that crossed her face as she moved on him. He could almost feel her soft skin pressing him down into the grass again...
Takeru glanced down the road where she had gone, and his heart jumped when he actually spotted her there. But, looking a little closer, he saw it was only Hana.
"Hey," she called over, waving from beneath a wide sun hat, carrying a basket in her free hand.
Takeru waved back and carried on with his work.
"Do you want any water?" she asked.
"I already had some."
Her eyebrow raised up.
"Mrs. Suzuki came by. She wanted a peach," he explained.
Hana's eyes moved over him slowly. He was still shirtless, his muscles strained and bulging. He turned away, hunching over to hide it.
"I'll bet she did," Hana laughed darkly. "Did she say anything?"
"No, not really," Takeru replied, stepping away, mowing through the tall weeds. "She's been coming up here for a while, I guess. It's nice to know that other people miss him, too."
Hana slipped between the shadows, avoiding the sun. "Well, that's more than she's said to anyone else in town. I hope you weren't flirting with her too much. Those wounds are fresh."
Takeru stumbled mid-swing. "What? She-" He turned and blinked at her. Her eyebrow arched higher. "She was the one who started talking to me," he finished.
Hana narrowed her eyes, glancing over him. "Oh my God, big brother. You really have been hitting on that poor widow! I don't even know what Auntie will say..." she said, clucking her tongue.
"Don't tell her anything, Hana," Takeru said, standing up straight, tossing the kama aside. "She doesn't deserve to be the town gossip like that. Please."
His cousin's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open.
"Oh my God! You really! did do something!" she shrieked. "Holy shit! Oh my God! I was kidding! Ick! Pervert! That's so gross!"
"I did not!" he shouted, dashing toward her. "She... Nothing happened," he added quietly.
"What?!"
"Nothing happened!" Takeru insisted, shaking his head. "I was just telling her about Grandfather and Chiyoko, and then... And then nothing happened. So don't tell anyone!"
"She was married!" Hana howled, slapping his shoulder with swift, sharp blows. "And she's so old! She could be your mother! Eww!"
"Nothing happened! It was one quick peck!" Takeru said, slipping out of her reach as she stopped to gape. "She ran off after that. Clearly, it was nothing."
"Wow. You talk to a girl one time. One time!" she said, jabbing a finger at him, "And she literally throws herself at you. Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Did you come here to help?" he asked, turning to the field.
Hana pouted from the shade of the tree, seemingly too angry to speak, and he went on mowing the yard. When he finished, he headed toward the shed to dust and sweep, bringing it in order. He emerged holding a pair of large shears, and found Hana still waiting, her arms crossed.
"So, are you going to date her?"
Takeru's face fell. "Huh?"
"Mrs. Suzuki," Hana repeated, grinning strangely. "Are you two an item now? Are you planning to have babies together? I bet they'll be real cute."
"Hana..."
"What?" she snapped, hopping to her feet. "You don't think she's going to try and kiss you again? You don't think she's going to hunt you down when you're alone? I know how these gross old women think. I've heard Chiyo talk. This lady wants you, Takeru, and she's not about to let you slip away. Duh. So what are you planning to do about it?"
The sun and the exhaustion of the morning hit him all at once. Takeru plopped down in the shade by the farmhouse, leaning against the wall. He sighed, pressing his palms into his eyes, dreading whatever surprises the rest of the day had in store.
"My only plan is to fix all this," he said, gesturing around the orchard. "For him. That's all I'm trying to do and people won't leave me alone. I thought I could tell you things, things like this, to help me, without you going off and making a big deal about it."
Her grin faded. She shifted uncomfortably. "You can tell me things."
"Apparently not, Hana," Takeru continued. "You're already mad at me about it. Do you think I know why she did that? Do you really think I would ever in my life have asked her to do that? She didn't seem to know what was going on, either. She ran off crying."
Hana glared, her jaw tight, clearly holding back more. He shut his eyes and let her work it out on her own, the silence stretching out between them.
"Well, at least you're better off than me," Hana said at last in a softer tone.
He opened one eye, and found her standing beside him, arms wrapped tightly around herself.
"At least someone wants to kiss you. And you know what to do with them. Even if they go crazy and run off after," she muttered. "If I ever do find a guy online, what's he going to want with a country girl who doesn't even know how to kiss? He'd probably laugh me off if I even tried it."
Takeru sighed. "Are you just trying to get me to say nice things about you?"
"Can't I tell you things?" she shot back.
He rolled his eyes. "Go on."
"If that old woman tries anything, you can leave and find someone else, okay? You don't need her. And you don't need to set up a profile online, either. You said you're only single because you don't want to date. But there were girls who liked you, right?" Her voice was tight again. "Right?"
Reluctantly, he nodded.
"You get to turn them down and know there's someone else out there," Hana went on. "There's always someone else. You can wait until you're ready, or until you find the right one, or until it's all perfect. And I don't get that."
There were options, more than she'd admit. But he held his tongue.
"I might only get one chance," Hana muttered. "If I ever even get one. And he'd have to drive all the way here to see me. What are the chances of that?"
"Why don't you leave then?" Takeru sighed. "Why didn't you come with me to Tokyo? We were supposed to get a place together. You were supposed to leave all this. That was the plan, Hana."
Her face crumbled. "And what? Leave Mom here all alone? Who's going to take care of her and Dad? She's already looking after half the town. And Miu isn't going to stay, she'll leave for college next year, or the year after that at most. Who's left to help Mom? Who's going to help clean up Dad whenever he makes it back home?"
"I mean... I came here," he offered hollowly.
"And you're leaving again in a month. And then you're busy with college, and a career, and a wife."
He slumped lower on the wall with a grunt. There wasn't much he could say. Telling her to bring everyone to Tokyo was pointless. It would cost a fortune that the family didn't have. And his parents couldn't take them all in. There was no one living here her age. Nowhere to work to raise money. Her situation seemed as hopeless as she'd made it sound.
"You're just going to kiss all of our ladies and run off," Hana pouted, the corner of her lip curving upward.
Takeru glanced over, narrowing his eyes.
"You know, fewer people are kissing me than you might think," he replied.
"Uh-huh. I know how you Tokyo boys are."
"I really don't think you do," he sighed.
"I'm going to have to tell Kiyo and Chiyo to stay indoors until you're done menacing us," Hana said, shaking her head.
"I'm not menacing anyone... Wait, are those the elderly sisters?"
She nodded.
"Ah. Well, those two I kissed. And it did get gross. I just never bothered to ask their names. You know us Tokyo boys."
She clicked her tongue. "I knew it."
Hana followed him to the back of the yard, watching as he trimmed the weeds.
"You know," she continued, "if you really wanted to make it up to me, you could give me some tips."
"Make what up to you? I didn't do anything."
Hana ignored him and slipped closer, weaving through the peach trees. "How do girls kiss in Tokyo? What do you like them to do?"
"I'm telling you, I don't know who you think is kissing me-"
"Don't lie! I know you've got more experience than me. You must have at least practiced it with someone."
He froze mid-swing, then went on as if he hadn't heard her.
But Hana continued on regardless. "If I had someone to try it with, maybe I wouldn't miss my chance if a nice boy finally does come around."
Takeru turned. Hana gazed back.
"Maybe I wouldn't end up here, and die all alone," she added, her shoulders slumping.
He swallowed, searching for a reply. "Miu might come back and keep you company," he said.
Hana grabbed his wrist, stopping him from pulling away. "I'm serious," she said softly. "Can't you let me practice? Just once? It doesn't have to mean anything."
He tried not to take in the shape of her. The soft curve of her shoulders. The heavy swell of her breasts. The shock of red hair that framed her cheeks. The way her body rose and fell as she breathed.
A fresh wave of sweat prickled over him.
"Stop... You don't want to kiss me."
His cock was too warm between his legs, a heavy pulse throbbing against his leg. It had been momentarily beaten into submission by the yard work, but it was back to life now, growing, jutting outward. The fat head pressed into the fabric, stretching it. Hana's eyes held onto his.
"I want someone to kiss. Just once in my life. Just so I know," she murmured.
"It's weird," he whispered.
He tried to pull his hand out of her grasp, but she held him there.
"You're already weird," she offered.
Takeru backed into a tree without realizing it. The thick canopy above hid them beneath its heavy shade. No one in the world could see them behind the rows of overgrown tree trunks.
She had always been the tall, loud tomboy, the first to face a dare, the first to jump into the mud. And now she looked so small. So delicate and feminine.
The urge to sprint for the hills called to him, to do what Keiko had done and escape before things went too far.
But he didn't want that.
"Fine," he said, the word heavy on his tongue.
He broke free from her grasp, took her by the arms, and pulled her closer. Her eyes widened, and he hesitated, half-expecting her to pull away, to say it was all a joke. But she closed her eyes and she tilted her chin up to meet him.
Takeru leaned in and touched his lips to hers. Warmth radiated from her, and he inhaled the soft, sweet scent that clung to her skin. Her tongue flicked against his, tentatively, then again, a little braver. He sank into the kiss, their lips working faster. His cock stroking against her hip with every stroke. And Hana's body stroked back.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"masturbation"
] |
My Teacher's Nylon Stockings
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/my-teachers-nylon-stockings
| 4.35 | null |
Fetish
|
Fantasy or reality, who knows... Anyway, be patient about my english.
Chapter one
I certainly didn't expect her to recognise me. Years had passed, almost twenty. My wait had been careful and constant, without effort I checked year after year that her telephone number and address had not changed.
Married to an army officer, she had two grown-up sons, whom she had named after two famous characters from a classic novel. I still remembered almost everything she had told us about herself.
Otherwise, I remembered her with short black hair, a normal build, and a face with strong features, softened by her eyes, between which stood out a not-so-small nose. The oval-shaped glasses made of thick black plastic always kept her company, because without them she could not see anything.
I remembered her legs well, in fact it was in the first weeks of school that I had the opportunity to notice, when she climbed onto the chair to hang something on the classroom wall, that she was wearing stockings and garters. It didn't last long; I think she started wearing pants after the end of the first month of classes. But the thrill I felt at that first sight never left me.
The only other times I had the chance to see her bare legs were the days when Mom and I would visit her at her house after the end of the school year. So, sitting in the armchair across from her, I could admire her shapely, taut legs.
Teacher Maria wasn't a woman you'd consider beautiful, but she had poise and class. She was also witty and kind, except when she lost her temper and scolded us in a military manner, but overall she was like a stern but affectionate aunt to us.
As an adult, I started working for a company that assigned me to one of its distant offices, and as soon as I returned to the city for good, I gave her the usual phone call I dedicated to her every year, hoping she would never forget me. No, it wasn't an obsession, just a recurring memory tied to an emotion that had marked me over time. It wasn't she who initiated me into stocking fetishism, but a much younger girl, and she did so unknowingly, even before teacher Maria, also unwittingly, showed me her coffee-colored stockings, all the way up to the top of her white thighs, standing on the chair.
I admit, once during one of those phone calls I masturbated until I came, listening to her voice, but I never considered going any further. Until, in fact, during the last phone conversation, I asked her if I could come visit her. I don't even know why.
Her house was in the suburbs, an area designated for small houses separated from each other by large gardens. I showed up late one Saturday afternoon and had a good impression; I found it beautiful and that it offered the right amount of privacy.
She greeted me at the door with a big smile, and I noticed she hadn't changed much. Her hair was now light brown. Her ample breasts showed no signs of sagging, and her legs were there waiting for me, wrapped in nylon--I wasn't yet sure whether they were pantyhose or flesh-colored stockings.
Once inside she invited me sit down, and sat down in front of me. We started talking right away, as if our lives had always been connected. He asked me a lot about my job and experiences, then showed me around the house and finally the garden.
At the back of the house was a laundry area, with some of her clothes hanging on clotheslines. It was also a bit messy, due to some material left behind after some renovations. She told me that the workers had promised to come back and fix it, but they never showed up again.
I got to work, but soon had to abandon the idea of tidying up. I was dressed elegantly and moving things didn't solve the problem and we would have needed a van to take everything away. So I suggested I come back the following week to do the job. She gratefully accepted.
I'd gotten my hands dirty, and she suggested I use her bathroom to wash them. She led the way and then closed the door behind her as she left. That room had a strange effect on me, while I was washing my hands, in the mirror I noticed a wicker basket behind me. I assumed it was the basket where she put things before putting them in the washing machine. Yes, I thought that maybe her stockings were inside too, the ones that wrapped around her legs in that sexy way.
I took two steps and reached it, I lifted the lid and something fell out making a noise. I hadn't noticed there was a thick glass bottle on top that had once held perfume. It had surely been forgotten. I cursed my clumsiness, but now I was there, and I peeked inside. Pantyhose. No stockings. But they were very thin cheap pantyhose, the ones I preferred.
I had confirmation later, when I sat across from her again and noticed small defects in the weave of the nylon fabric on her knees. A flaw visible only to those who pay attention to these things. Over the years, I had learned to even recognize the deniers of the thread used for stockings.
When the thread running circularly through the fabric gives way at one point, the thread running lengthwise along the stockings moves away from its parallel thread by a small amount, forming a tiny gap, but not really ladders. And it happens especially in cheap everyday tights. I'm an expert, right?
She noticed my gaze, so she placed her hands on her knees to cover them.
"I'm sorry about what happened in the bathroom. I bumped into something and an empty perfume bottle fell out." I told her.
"You already did it " she replied.
I remained silent, trying to understand.
"You haven't kicked the habit. You did it every time you came to visit me when you were younger."
"What?" I asked.
"Go through my laundry basket. And you did it again today."
I couldn't say a word. But she continued.
"Nylon stockings, right? You're looking for my stockings. Why?"
"I don't know." That was all I could say.
He stood up and came over to me, hugged me, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.
"It's time for you to go now. I'll see you next Saturday morning, so it'll be cooler for work." She added.
I left trembling, feeling a mixture of emotion and shame.
But I was excited and got an erection. Teacher Maria was well into her fifties, but she still had all her authority, and she had just proven it.
Her husband was never at home, always away visiting military units because he was a high-ranking officer. I was sure I wouldn't meet him the following Saturday. I also hoped there was no one else there but her. So I spent the week feeling an excitement I can't describe. After all, nothing had happened; she had been understanding and perhaps even mischievous.
As for the answer I gave her about her stockings, I knew it, and I knew it very well. I had behaved towards her like a person who nowadays would be defined as a "predator". I had come back into his life for a specific reason. To satisfy some curiosity and satisfy my unhealthy passion for stockings: her stockings. Yes, because it wouldn't have been enough to buy a pair in a store. They had to belong to someone I knew. And perhaps this story is to clear my conscience a little, looking for someone who understands and shares the difficult times I've been through.
The following Saturday, I parked the van in front of the teacher's house. She heard me coming and opened the small electric gate. I waved to her from afar and headed to the back of the house to begin clearing out the things you already know about. She didn't appear until mid-morning, when I heard her voice and turned and saw her.
She was wearing a light everyday dress, wooden clogs, and her legs gleamed coppery in the sun. This means only one thing: 100% nylon vintage stockings. "Copper stockings", as English speakers call them. The fabric appears compact and feels rough to the touch. The hem is, or at least should have been, decorated with small diamonds that follow the circumference of the thigh, before disappearing into a darker border at their top
Her attitude was normal, she didn't assume any sexy pose. In fact, with one hand she held the hem of her dress so that it wouldn't open as she walked.
But I was wrong to think she was indifferent, and I understood this later, as you will read.
"Good," she said. "You're almost done."
My mind was elsewhere.
What might be normal for a woman of that age--wearing stockings and garters--is entirely different for people like me. It fuels erotic fantasies.
With that, she went back into the house, inviting me to follow her once I had finished loading the van.
I found her on the phone, talking to a friend of hers. She motioned for me to sit on the couch, then, after finishing the call, excused herself and went to her room.
She reappeared shortly: her stockings were gone. She was wearing a pair of dark tights in their place.
"A friend of mine will be by soon," she said, "I hope she doesn't stay long."
She said it with a look of regret, and immediately afterward she seemed to regret having said it.
My deviated mind reasoned at the speed of light. I told myself she had changed her stockings, worried her friend would understand that was happening something strange.
I got up and went to her, kissed her on the mouth.
She didn't react immediately, but after a moment she returned my kiss with passion.
I pushed her to sit on the armchair, knelt in front of her, and began kissing her thighs. Soon I reached her groin.
I noticed she wasn't wearing panties, so I buried my face on her sex, my tongue was separated only by the thin layer of nylon.
Soon her hands were on the back of my neck and she pulled me against her. Then she climaxed, arching her body and with a innatural moaning, almost a guttural sound gift me her juices.
When I thought she was ready for me, I tried to pull down her pantyhose, but she stopped me.
"She'll be here soon," she said. "We don't have time. Go out and find a place where you can get some condoms. I don't have any here. Then wait an hour, then come back."
I stood up stunned, unable to understand what was happening. She pushed me out of the house, oblivious to the fact that her dress had ridden up exposing her private parts.
Finally, I reached the van and went in search of condoms.
After an hour, I returned to her house. I noticed the windows were closed, and it didn't seem like anyone was there. Hanging on the outside gate was a small, high-quality shopping bag. Inside, I found her tights and a note.
"Do what you've always dreamed of doing with these tights. I had to leave, but I'll be happy to know you'll spare a thought for me. See you soon. I promise."
Continued.
|
[
"nylons",
"fetish",
"mature",
"affair",
"addiction"
] |
Lesbian Boss Takes Me at Work
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/lesbian-boss-takes-me-at-work
| 4.04 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
The Andy's parking lot was deserted as I pulled in. Before I was even out of the car, I spotted her through the window, waiting for me in our booth. With a huff and an eye roll, I grabbed my purse and made my way inside. Halfway to the counter, it occurred to me that something was off, and it wasn't just the lights. No customers were lined up to place orders, no staff bustled behind the counter, and every table but ours was deserted. She sat in our booth with her back to the entrance, a clipboard in front of her.
"You closed early for this?"
I demanded, wheeling to face her.
She didn't answer immediately, just gave me that look I despise, where she pins me to the spot with her eyes peering over her glasses like a school teacher. I felt dread creeping down my spine, like I'd been caught. I hate feeling caught.
"This is important, babe. I want us to sit down and talk. No distractions. I left my phone on the tray rest at the door. Do you mind doing the same for me?"
I hate it when she calls the top of the trash can a 'tray rest'. And I wouldn't have argued about the phone thing if she hadn't said something else I hate; 'for me'. Does she think I'm a child?
"I'm not leaving my phone on the trash can. That's disgusting. And I'm not the one who can't stay off it when I have a conversation."
I retorted, gripping my purse strap with white knuckles.
"Babe, I know you're not the one who struggles with that, I just want us to be on a level field. I think we've been on uneven terms ever since we started... and it's my fault."
That got my attention. I was shocked to hear her admit fault at all, let alone for any part of our late relationship. Much as it annoyed me that she kept talking as if we were still together, I couldn't help wanting to hear her out.
"Okay... I'll... give it a shot."
In all honesty, I was a little taken aback by my own willingness to give in to her. While I slid into our booth, a familiar feeling of safety washed over me, and I couldn't deny the comfort of being across the table from her.
"Good! Good. Now, let's go over some things, okay? First up, I just want you to know that this list in front of me doesn't have to be a parameter of our discussion. I wrote these things down because you brought them up when we were planning to have this talk, not because I expect this to be all we discuss. Now, with that out of the way... I know it's hard for you to respect me as both your partner and boss. I should have known you would misunderstand me in our private relationship if I didn't make it clear what role I play in that setting."
I sighed, throwing up my hands.
"You-! God... you honestly had me thinking this was gonna be about addressing the problems, but this is just you justifying yourself, isn't it?!"
She gave me that long, irritating look over her glasses, a frown of concentration (and disappointment) on her lips.
"I don't understand why you would see it that way. I don't hold you accountable for wanting to end our relationship, because I was the one who failed to set expectations. You simply didn't understand what I needed of you, and how could you? I didn't bother to communicate with you, to clarify our dynamic so that neither of us would be surprised or disappointed. I'm sorry, babe."
And... there it is... she always manages to get me. She's not sorry. Or rather, she isn't sorry in the way I want her to be. She's sorry that things haven't gone her way. I don't hate working under her, and I enjoyed our time when we hung out as friends, but that should have been the end of it. Everything we did as partners, every step we took past friendship... it was all a mistake. Yet, even knowing all that, her words are like a python, wrapping around my mind and squeezing until I can't resist any longer.
"Listen... I need to say something... "
I began, leaning in with my elbows on the edge of our table.
"No, babe. You need to listen to me very carefully. I'm going to make everything as clear to you as possible, so that you can make an informed and honest decision this time. I know you don't love me. That hurt, by the way. A lot. But once I knew, I came to terms with it."
I pulled my elbows back, recoiling.
"What do you mean? How did you-?"
She made a chopping motion in the air between us, cutting me off.
"Babe, please listen to me. I promise you'll have a turn to talk, but right now I need you to listen for me."
I slammed my fist on our table, and immediately wished I hadn't. I was angry at her; our table didn't deserve to be dragged into it.
"I'm so sic- ack-!"
Panic gripped me.
Well, not just panic. She gripped me, literally, by the neck. Her hand had come across our table and closed expertly around my neck, squeezing hard enough to cut me off before easing up so I could breathe. Her grip was perfect. I felt lightheaded, and whatever I had been about to say was obliterated.
"This is my only excuse. Each time I choke you like this, you seem to perfectly comprehend our relationship roles. Because of that, I don't understand how you can be so confused about it at other times. If you can show me respect when I do this,"
Her hand massaged my throat for a moment. I let out a tiny involuntary pleasure sound, hating myself for it.
"Then I can't understand why you don't respect me always. You know I love this as much as you do. I can do this for you- no, for us, every day of our lives. I can cradle your neck as you drift off to sleep each night. But you will respect me at all times, even when I'm not able to choke you as a reminder."
I wanted desperately to tell her that isn't how this works. She needed to back off. This was getting toxic. Trouble is, every time I tried to speak, her hand massaged my neck, reducing my complaints to kittenish mewling. My will was eroding in her hand.
Next, she came around the table, unbuttoning my blouse with her free hand. The shirt slipped over my slumped shoulders easily. I didn't encourage her, but I didn't resist either, which might as well be begging in her mind. My breasts have never been as big as I'd like, but in her hands, they felt perfect. Her mouth dominated mine, her tongue forcing mine aside. My throat would be sore later, but I didn't care. Her hand would leave a ghostly feeling on my neck, a phantom grip that would last all night. She choked me like I owed her money, which I do; just another hook she has in me. I banged my head painfully on the window as she slid into my side of our booth. We made out for a moment, and I kidded myself that as long as I let her keep kissing me, she wouldn't take it any further. It didn't take long for that illusion to dissolve. She pulled me upright, dragging me out of our booth and to my feet, where she stripped my blouse away before unclasping my bra with one hand while the other pulled my head back by my hair, forcing me to meet her eyes.
"You're mine, don't you see? You always will be."
She walked me against our table, forcing me to lie on my bare back, shivering as the cool laminate drained my warmth. I had forgotten all about wanting her to stop. God, the things her fingers can do... she pinched my left nipple and played with my clit for a few seconds before switching to the right nipple and slipping a single finger inside, causing me to gasp at the welcome intrusion. She didn't give me a second finger, instead pulling out to tease my clit again, her motions more vigorous than before. I felt myself rocketing towards orgasm, yet no matter how desperate I became, release remained just out of reach. I needed her to push her long fingers all the way inside me, releasing my fluids out all over our table. I caught her eyes, and the look in them told me I was going to have to beg for it. I bit my lip, face burning with more than arousal, fighting the need for release. I wanted to deny her this one thing; I wanted her to walk away believing that I wasn't helpless against her insisting fingers and demanding eyes. I didn't last long.
"P-please, put them in me."
I stammered, each word an arduous affair.
"What was that? I need to be specific for me; what do you need, babe?"
My teeth ground together at her teasing, and I let out a scream that was meant to vent frustration, but came out sounding like a plea for mercy. She smiled down at me, tilting her head like a befuddled dog, but her eyes were calm, and self assured as she continued to massage my opening. Her cruel refusal to plunge those fingers inside and give me what I needed was nothing short of torture.
"Fuck me, okay?! I just want you to fuck me!"
Tears streamed from my eyes. I hadn't degraded myself like this with her before; I was always coy about what I wanted in the past. This was going too far, but how could I stop her? How could I stop myself?
"Shh, it's okay babe. I know what you need."
Above her smile, her eyes were cruel, but that was okay; she finally had her fingers inside, stretching deep within, finding my secret needs and teasing them out until I screamed at the ceiling. Her free hand clamped over my mouth, muffling the sound. As the orgasm subsiding, she gripped my throat and amped up the vigor of her assault on my pussy. It sounded like she was splashing her hand around in a fountain; the absurd thought would have been funny if I wasn't already rocketing off to another world. This time she didn't let up, or give my orgasm any time to subside; she choked me harder and vibrated her fingers inside me so fast that I was sure I would explode. I let out a strangled cry, knowing my makeup was wrecked and that I was going to be digging mascara out of my eyes for the next three days... but god, it was worth it. Finally, she took her hand off my neck, toying with my nipples while she hooked those delicious fingers deep inside and dragged one final orgasm from me, this one less pronounced; more period than an exclamation.
Afterwards, she stood over me and looked into my eyes over her glasses, breathing heavily.
"No more for now. I know you can go longer, but you haven't earned it today. Get your clothes back on."
Evening was sneaking in. We had to turn the back office light on to see while I made a pot of coffee, unconsciously doing it the way she likes. I felt her eyes on me, watching every minute move.
"Afraid I'm gonna try to run out on you? Don't be."
I muttered, running a hand through my tousled hair.
I poured her coffee deliberately, biting my lip. She hates Styrofoam cups, but it was all we were allowed at work. Styrofoam is a personal preference for me; I love to chew the rim of my cups. It drives her up the wall when I do that.
"I don't love you. I don't. But I... I... "
My hand trembled as I passed her cup over, and my voice broke. I tried to pull a second cup off the stack for myself, but the jitters caused me to fumble it.
"Here. Let me, babe."
She urged, and sat me in the chair as she poured my coffee.
I burst into tears.
Before she could even finish pouring my cup, I was ugly crying, hugging myself while I sat in her office chair. That chair is the most comfortable thing in the world; it's apparently been in the office so long no one can remember who it belongs to. Maybe it's always been here, occupying an office in whatever building happens to be on the site.
"You know, if they made a bed like this chair, I would buy one."
I sniffled, taking the cup from her.
"Babe... that doesn't make any sense."
She scoffed, but I caught the corner of her mouth turning upwards as she returned the coffee pot to its rest.
"I'd buy one so you could always feel like you're at work. You're really happiest here, you know? During our shifts together, you seem... centered."
I replied through a sniffle.
I sipped the black coffee, winced at the bitterness, then took another sip. Our coffee gets worse with every sip, but I firmly believe it keeps you from thinking about how shitty the day is so long as you keep sipping.
"I'm sorry that I don't love you. I think you deserve to be. Just... don't know if I can do it for you. It's different from just doing what you tell me to do. That's obedience, not love."
I mumbled, not meeting her eyes.
"I know all that, babe. I love you anyway. I can't explain why, and I wish I could. All I can do is make my expectations clear to you, and hope that you understand my love without a full explanation. Do you think you can try that for me?"
Her eyes are always more beautiful behind lenses. I don't think she knows that, or she wouldn't peer over them like a goddamn dork all the time.
"Yes. I can try it. For you."
Her hand cupped my chin, and she kissed me gently. We sipped our coffee for awhile, then I took her back to my apartment. During the ride, a voice nagged in my brain, repeating a single thought. It continued to nag while she took my clothes off, not even subsiding as I came for her. It was a whisper in first person, present tense, not allowing me to pretend even for a moment that the thought was not my own.
'What the hell am I doing?'
...
|
[
"dominant",
"lesbian",
"public",
"at work",
"submissive",
"power dynamic",
"toxic",
"relationship",
"choking",
"fingering"
] |
Tracking Evil: Nordland Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/tracking-evil-nordland-pt-02
| 4.69 | null |
Interracial Love
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Tracking Evil: Nordland Pt. 02
Story note: This is the second installment in a two-part collaborative effort between Firsttimewriting (FTW) and Harry Flashman. The events take place in the fictional country of Nordland that is Harry's creation and characters from his series 'Officer Emelie Vikander' appear, after the events of 'Interracial Liaison Officer Part 1. Additionally, the storyline occurs after the events of 'Tracking Evil: The Web part 6' but before the not yet released 'part 7' and again, characters from this series created by Firsttimewriting appear.
Chapter One:
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
- Willam Shakespeare, The Tempest.
Emelie was fairly sure she'd felt this bad before, although when exactly eluded her for the moment. Perhaps her time as a cadet, those first few weeks at the Police Academy had been a real test. The instructors worked to weed out those whose physicality, grit and dedication to join the Nordland Police force fell short of what was actually required to succeed. Route marches, endless PT and obstacle courses completed with rucksacks laden down with rocks. That was probably on a par with her exhaustion after the night in Club Oshun.
She'd stumbled from the club around five in the morning, an equally hard used Erica in tow. The American journalist had said she'd been 'boned tired' with a wry twist of her lips but Emelie hadn't really understood the humor implied.
They'd hailed a cab, first dropping Erica back to her hotel before Emelie found herself outside the apartment block where she and Sven lived. Thank God, Sven was a heavy sleeper, frequently managing to snore his way through thunderstorms that would set the windows rattling in their frames. She'd managed to strip off, throw her clothes into the laundry basket and slide into bed without waking him up. The room in the Club where she'd been fucked had an ensuite complete with a shower, so at least she'd scrubbed all traces of her infidelity from her skin and between her legs before returning to her fiancé's bed.
Since Sven had no idea when Emelie had closed her eyes, he hadn't shown much sympathy when he shook her awake barely three hours later.
"Go-way, tired. Sleeping." Emelie mumbled, eyes firmly shut so the hand she used to ward him off flapped blindly midair.
"Em... wake up... it's the captain."
Emelie rolled face first onto her pillow so that it muffled a small scream of exhausted frustration; she heard Sven talking on the phone, something along the lines of: 'She'll just be one moment sir.'
Her moment of self-pity gone, Emelie rolled out of the bed, scrubbing her hands over her face and then through her hair before she held out a hand for the phone. Sven handed it to her, bestowing on her a kiss on the cheek and an accompanying pat on the ass before allowing her some privacy for the call. If he noticed her red-rimmed eyes he never let on.
"Boss?"
"Officer Vikander, everything alright?"
"Fine Boss. Just a late night, I was up with our American visitor, escorting her as ordered."
"Very good. Well, I won't keep you. I just need to run something by you to see if it pertains to anything you've been working on with the Interracial Liaison squad."
"Of course, sir, go ahead," Emelie was more awake now, this plainly wasn't a call about her escort duty with Erica.
"A body had been recovered, partially frozen, from a lake in the Ottoland district."
Emelie knew the area, quite rural, about ninety minutes' drive north from the city. "What... what's the connection to the squad Boss?" Emelie ran a mental list through ongoing cases through her head and nothing jumped out at her as having a connection to the Ottoland area.
"The body was of a young man, a migrant by his ethnicity. He'd only been dead a short while, although the cold water of the lake makes calculating a precise time of death impossible. He was discovered almost completely submerged. There was a hole in the ice and just his hand was visible, fingers frozen to the lip of the ice... poor devil. The area is popular with locals for fishing; a father and son ran across the remains. Pure fluke really. Another hour or so and the hole would have frozen over entirely, a flurry of snow and the scene would have been obscured. That leads us to believe he only died a short while before found. We're running fingerprints and facials now on the body."
"How can I help sir? Isn't this a case for Homicide?"
"No, everything points to an accidental death at this point. Wound to the back of the head, broken neck. Locals suspect he was crossing the lake; ice gave way, he fell awkwardly and struck the edge as he was falling in. Fool should have known better than to be out there alone. The belief is that he died instantly from the fall which I suppose is a better fate than freezing to death out there or drowning beneath the ice. Anyway, the reason I am telling you all this is because among his personal effects the local force found your contact card. Did you have any dealings with a migrant who'd relocated outside the city?"
"Uh, no Boss. At least not that I'm aware of." Emelie steeled herself, prioritizing professionalism over personal qualms. "Have you a picture taken of the deceased? Could you send it to me?"
"Are you sure Officer Vikander? It's never pleasant, viewing the dead," her commander said sympathetically.
"It's the job, right sir?"
"Quite right, I'm forwarding it to you now."
Ten seconds later, her phone bleeped with a new message and Emelie opened the image, recognizing the face straight away. She lifted the phone back to her ear.
"His name's Chima, I never got his last name. I spoke to him briefly yesterday at the port facility while I was helping out Erica Anderson with her enquiries. My understanding is that he was sleeping rough at the port along with others. I can't imagine why he'd be so far North."
"Well maybe the locals will have more luck understanding his motives for journeying out there. For now, come into the station when you can and write up a report on your interaction with this... Chima, and I'll pass it along."
"Sure. I'll be in as soon as I can," Emelie said into a dead line, her commander having already hung up. Through the bedroom door, she could hear the sounds of Sven making breakfast, and suddenly Emelie was ravenous. Wasting no time, she pulled on underwear, jeans and a grey hoodie. She sat on the bed as she put on socks, pausing as her mind pulsed the same question to the front of her thoughts again. 'What was Chima doing so far north? How did he get there in the short time since she'd seen him?'
Unable to think of a reason the young black man would have to be traipsing around in the dark on a frozen lake, Emelie finished pulling on her socks and headed to the kitchen where Sven was laying out a plate of scrambled eggs on toast for her.
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A little over an hour later, Emelie sat at her desk, rereading her report on her encounter with Chima. It didn't take long as it was barely a paragraph in length. She'd kept the reason for her presence at the port suitably vague and made no mention at all of Erica's purpose for visiting Nordland.
Chima's lead on tracking down Erica's friend Denisa to see if the gang running Club Oshun had knowledge of her whereabouts was difficult to explain. There was very little chance that the Club had anything to do with Chima's death; he'd admitted himself he'd never been there, but if Emelie made mention of it in her report, it might emerge that she'd visited there. If even a hint of her behavior at the Club came out in any investigation, she'd lose Sven, her career, her reputation. Leaving it out of her statement went against her professional code of ethics but she'd painted herself into a corner.
She forwarded the statement to her boss, lifted the cup of coffee sitting on her desk and took a quick drink. Emelie knew she should check in on Erica. Although she didn't know the other woman all that well, she'd been able to tell last night that losing the lead on Denisa's whereabouts had hit Erica hard. It was still early though and Emelie figured she'd let Erica get a bit more sleep. To kill some time, she checked her in-tray, finding the details on the missing migrant from the port still there from the previous evening.
Two men going missing from the same location in a matter of days. One turning up dead, miles north in the middle of nowhere. The other still missing. The only connection, their status as migrants and that they'd made the container storage area at the port their home. On the face of it, it was coincidental and no more than that. But something troubled Emelie. Perhaps her actions the night before, fucking those men or perhaps that she'd omitted information from an official report. Or perhaps because something niggled at her that it wasn't mere coincidence.
Throwing the last of her coffee down her throat, rolling her neck to ease the tired muscles, Emelie tapped the keys of her computer. If there was something to this, then the devil would be in the details; some clue to be found in the records.
It had taken over an hour to check all the files. Not that there were many to check but because she was still recovering from a night of debauchery with only a few hours sleep at the end of it. She'd compared missing person reports for migrants in the city against Nordland citizens and there was a distinct disparity, a ratio of four to one, migrants going missing far more than Norlanders. Unsettling was the fact that it was quite likely the disparity between migrants and Nordland citizens going missing was even worse than the records indicated. If the old woman Erica had met the day before at the port was any indication, there was a reluctance and wariness among the migrant community to go to the police over issues like this.
She printed out her findings, gathering up the printed sheets and heading to her commander's office. He spotted her approach through his office window and beckoned her in.
"I sent on your report, no follow up if that's why you're here," he said, looking at the paperwork on his desk as he spoke.
"Thank you, sir, but no. Could... could I run something past you boss?"
"Of course," he leaned back in his chair, lifting a pen which he popped into his mouth, chewing on the end. She knew he'd recently quit smoking and this was his new coping mechanism. A scattering of chewed pens littering his desk showed his determination to kick the habit this time.
Emelie took him through her suspicions, from the imbalance in cases centered around a few places known for their homeless migrant problems; the latest cases happening around the port. He looked at the figures, grunting in acknowledgement at various points as Emelie outlined her concerns. When she finished, he continued looking at the figures for a time longer before pushing the paper back towards her. He picked up a fresh pen, popping it into the corner of his mouth.
"I agree, there are certainly a number of issues happening right now with the migrant community and as part of our role here with the Interracial Liaison team, it is something we need to work to address." Emelie nodded, happy he could see there was something amiss.
"First, this distrust in the community, that they don't see us as a resource, as someone to be trusted, even when loved ones go missing... we need to address that. I'll see about devising a drive to heighten awareness of our role among these displaced communities." He jotted a note on a pad of paper before him as he said this.
"For the second, it's clear that these people can't continue to live in such dangerous quarters. The numbers going missing, I am sure a lot is down to migratory inclinations, people looking to start afresh somewhere else in our country. But I'm more concerned that a proportion of those who are missing are because of avoidable/intentional fatalities occurring."
"That was my thought sir, that someone is be-," Emelie started speaking but he continued over her.
"Someone is negligently responsible, allowing these homeless camps to become the norm. We need to find proper accommodation for these people. Clearly places like the port are unsuitable for people to live. My God, the only surprise is that the numbers aren't higher. It's a death trap there. The weather, health and safety concerns along with the lack of personal protective equipment and clothing. Visibility... how many have been run over at night or during foggy conditions, their bodies knocked into the water by a crane? You did well, very well bringing this to my attention. Excellent work Officer Vikander."
Emelie opened her mouth, she obviously hadn't made her point clear; that she didn't believe accidents were behind every missing person. However the phone on her commander's desk rang at that moment, he picked up the receiver, cradling it beneath his chin, selecting yet another pen to chew on. He tossed Emelie a look she knew well. Time for her to go. She shut the door behind her. There was someone else she could go talk to, someone more open to the possibilities beyond chance and misfortune.
Chapter Two:
"Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires."
- William Shakespeare, MacBeth.
"Yeah, it seems you've likely got a serial killer on your hands." Erica was sitting on the end of the bed in her hotel room. She'd still been asleep when Emelie arrived but rolled out of bed without complaint, taking the paper cup filled to the brim with strong coffee gratefully before settling back to listen as Emelie laid out her findings and her fears.
"Only problem is that you're the only one willing to believe that," Emelie noted.
"I know, isn't it annoying when other people insist on things like hard evidence," Erica said.
"Very annoying," Emelie allowed herself a smile despite Chima's death and the realization that someone was killing the people she was sworn to protect.
"That's not the only problem however," Erica said, watching as the smile melted from Emelie's face.
"Generally, the killers who get caught quickly are the ones who want an audience, people to admire their work. So, either they leave bodies where they can be found or they open up a line of communication with the press or the authorities. Chima's body being found was a miracle from what you told me. Add to that, the numbers of missing. Your boss isn't wrong, a lot of these people will simply have moved on, changed their name perhaps as part of starting afresh, or they died, their bodies falling into the sea perhaps... but that said there has to be a significant portion who met their end at the hands of another. If someone is taking pains to cover their tracks and the community, they have chosen to hunt within are reluctant to speak to those with the ability to help them... this isn't going to be easy."
"Nobody in my department is going to run with this," Emelie said, downcast.
"Well, if nobody else is going to do anything...," Erica looked at Emelie, leaving her sentence unfinished.
"Then it's down to me." Emelie looked uncomfortable, not able to meet Erica's eye all of a sudden. "Erica, look, I know you have your own troubles but..."
"So, here's what we need to do," Erica grinned at how Emelie's face lit up at the mention of 'we', "First task is to find a location in the Port to stake things out. I can't see people being taken in broad daylight; that means we'll need some night vision equipment for our nighttime stakeout. Can you handle that?"
"Yes, no problem. Sven has some at the apartment, I'm sure he won't object if we borrow it. Not that I am going to tell him, there's no way he'd back me on this or agree that I should do it."
"Hey, you're your own woman. I saw that last night," Erica said.
"Please. Don't. That... that was a moment of weakness. Let's not talk about it," Emelie said blushing at the memory.
"Fair enough. I'm going to take a shower, pack up some warm clothes. I was going to hit a store to pick up some gifts for my friends and my daughter but I think that can wait. I'll meet you in the lobby in about two hours, okay?"
"You have a daughter?" Somehow Emelie just couldn't picture Erica as a mother, she seemed too driven, too young.
"Oh. Yeah. Didn't I say? She's nearly a year old now. I'm probably not the best mother and certainly haven't been around for her as much as I should be. My folks are looking after her right now. I plan to make it right when... when I know it's safe for her." Emelie was intrigued but considering Erica was offering to help her without question or seeking favor, it didn't seem right to dig into why it wouldn't be safe for her daughter. Questions left unasked, she left Erica to shower and change, heading back to her own place to see what equipment she could 'borrow' from Sven.
Once they'd pulled up at the Port facility, Emelie's ID getting them through the gate, the two women decided it was best they first find and agree on a vantage point before hauling any gear out of the car. Emelie had thought they should split up, use two stake-out positions, but as Erica reminded her, they were on their own and Erica wasn't a cop. If trouble happened, they'd be better off together. With that agreed they started scouting out the area.
It took about an hour and a half before they'd identified a likely spot. A small hill of stacked containers, the one on top offering a good view of the migrants' camp and surroundings. From the rusted condition of the containers, they hadn't been moved in quite some time so Emelie was confident that the top one would be empty and wouldn't be moved during the night. Getting up there had looked a challenging prospect but here, Emelie had thought ahead. She'd borrowed a hook ladder, an extendable ladder with two hooks at the top for securing it to the raised ridge running the edge of each container. Hoisting on backpacks that bulged with food, water, flashlights, night vision equipment, sleeping bags and other items, the two investigators began their ascent.
Halfway up, Emelie frowned.
"This is really strange," she called down to Erica. "It looks like someone's run a power cable up these containers. I think it goes all the way to the top one."
"Yeah, sounds weird... No offence but the wind is cutting through me, can we hurry this up?" Erica slapped her gloved hands together, waiting on Emelie to clear the ladder before following her up. They scaled up two more containers before reaching the top one. Once there Emelie saw that one door was already open. It was fixed in place, flat to the side of the container, and what looked like a thick blanket was now pinned in its place. The blanket was of the same slate grey color as the container and so she hadn't noticed the discrepancy from the ground.
"Hold on," she whispered to Erica, drawing her gun. "I don't think we're alone up here." Very cautiously she moved to the container entrance, tugging at the edge of the coarse woolen blanket so she could peek inside.
A dark-skinned face peered back at her from the other side of the blanket, a thick black beard and wild eyes that had Emelie fumbling to bring her gun to bear.
"Made enough noise getting up here. No point sneaking in now," a deep voice admonished her. "Well come on if you are coming in, tell me why you're breaking into my home."
Emelie pulled at the blanket, stepping through the narrow gap she made, Erica following immediately. Inside, the man Emelie had seen brushed past the two women, refastening the blanket to keep the cold breeze out. A naked light bulb was suspended from the ceiling of the container, a warm yellow hued light that managed to reach every corner of the forty-foot long, eight-foot-wide space.
"It's warm in here," Erica said in disbelief.
"Of course it's warm. Got myself an electric heater going along with the light. Not much of a home if it's dark and cold," the man spoke as he finished fiddling with the blanket.
"Who are you, what are you doing here?" Emelie flipped her police identification out, holding it up for the man to see while she waited on him to respond.
"Well as this is my place, that would normally be my right to ask. Though seeing that you're police, I'll answer. I'm Mubarak and this is where I live."
"Okay. Well Mubarak, I'm Erica and we're looking to use your place tonight for official police business. We'll try not to disturb you but that's just how things are. You okay with that?"
"No, I'm not okay with that. This is my home and if you aren't here to arrest me, haven't got a warrant to be here, then you need to go. I got enough trouble keeping those fools on the ground from taking my home; I don't need two cops trying to rob my place."
Erica looked at the size of the man, standing now with hands on hips as he glowered at the women. He was intimidating enough with his muscular build and jet-black bushy beard to have Emelie still clutching her gun so Erica fancied he'd had the same effect on people in the camp below.
"This container is the property of the Port Authority of Nordland. The electricity you're stealing to light and heat it; that's also the property of the State of Nordland. As a law enforcement official, it's my duty to place you under arrest for the theft of these items and the destruction of property. Or... you can play nice, sit in the corner and we'll be gone by morning." Emelie pulled her cuffs out with her free hand, raising her gun ever so slightly with the other for added effect.
"Forty in rent for the night... each," Mubarak said, crossing his arms over his puffed-out chest, too proud to back down completely.
"Twenty... each and you throw in coffee from the batch I smell you brewing," Erica countered.
"Deal," Mubarak said, turning away and retreating down the far end of the container.
It was already growing dark so the two women wasted no further time on Mubarak, Erica simply peeling out the necessary rent money, handing it to him before turning to help Emelie with the gear.
They opened up and spread out one of their sleeping bags on the floor of the container beside the entrance, using it as a ground sheet for them to lie down on. Emelie passed Erica one of the night vision goggles she'd 'borrowed' from Sven, giving her a quick explanation on how to use it.
"What's the range of this?" Erica had no experience with these things at all, peering at the now indistinct camp below in the twilight gloom.
"On a starry night like this, up to about five hundred meters we should be able to make things out fairly clearly. With the shadows from the containers and the angled passageways, I guess we'll have about eighty percent of the camp in view from our vantage point. It's not ideal but with it being just the two of us, it's the best we can do," Emelie said, having taken a moment to run a practiced eye over the layout of the camp beneath them.
They'd pulled the blanket that hung across the front of the container, lifting the edge up from the floor where it had been pinned, raising it just over a foot to give them a view. Their rucksacks, slipped at either end of the blanket gave a tent-like structure and Erica was pretty happy with their efforts except for one thing.
"You need to switch that light off, it's advertising our presence," she said to Mubarak.
"Come in here, barking orders, taking over the place. Now you expect me to sit in the dark? And you're not leaving that gap there either, I'll freeze with the cold coming through," Mubarak said grumpily from his corner of the container.
Erica rolled to her feet and picked up the second sleeping bag. She moved across to where he sat on a deck chair he'd scavenged from somewhere. She dropped the thermal sleeping bag at his feet, then crouched down so she could look him in the eye. His features beneath the beard were hard to make out but what she could see appeared to have been cut from stone. Hard, flat lines that were augmented by eyes dark enough to be called onyx in color.
"For the cold," Erica said, tapping the rolled up sleeping bag. "The lights are going out because we need them out, you're going to be asleep soon anyway, and you don't care either way as you're just being difficult. You aren't stupid enough to think we're camped out here just for the experience. You're aware that people have been going missing. Maybe they didn't matter to you, but who knows, the next person to disappear could be you. So how about you cut us a break and quit the macho alpha male shit. Sound good?"
"So that is why you are here then? This isn't about smuggling or criminal activity?"
"I think you could count people disappearing at the rate they have been, a potential criminal activity of high priority, don't you agree?" Emelie called towards Erica and Mubarak from the far side of the container.
He grunted but then stood up, reaching over to unplug the cable attached to the light bulb. Immediately the container fell into darkness, a small change in the blackness outlining Emelie's prone body at the entrance.
"Thanks," Erica said, moving cautiously back to where Emelie was. She stretched out alongside her, lifting the goggles and settling them in place. The green hued view of the camp took Erica by surprise, as did the clarity with which she could see everyone moving about.
"Holy shit. These are amazing."
"Military grade. Part of Sven's tactical gear. He's got a few spares so I was able to take these. I'm not sure about the battery life though. I took backup batteries but to be safe, let's take it in shifts, conserving power. One hour on, one off? That'll keep us focused as well," Emelie said.
"Sounds sensible. I'll keep watch first, you didn't get much sleep today," Erica offered. Emelie nodded in thanks, powering off her goggles, pulling her heavy winter coat tighter about her. She rested her head on her arms and seemed to drift off into sleep almost immediately.
Erica heard a low snore from behind her, Mubarak already asleep, no doubt warm and toasty in the sleeping bag while Erica shivered at her post. It was a necessary sacrifice though. From the data Emelie had pulled together, it seemed obvious to Erica that there was at least one killer on the loose. The people living in the camp below them were the kind of high-risk victims that ended up being targeted by serial killers. Relatively isolated, low security on what passed for their homes, transitory by circumstances, distrustful of local authorities and all but ignored by those same state affiliated organizations who secretly wished they didn't exist. She was looking down at a hunting ground and the fact that Emelie's boss hadn't seen that baffled her.
She was also convinced that whoever was abducting these people was escalating their behavior. The records were incomplete as many people hadn't been reported, but there was enough of a data to see the gap between reported abductions was narrowing. The killer had a taste for the kill now and the fact they'd been getting away with it was probably feeding whatever God complex they entertained. If another person was going to be taken, it could be tonight or possibly tomorrow night. There was nothing to do now but watch vigilantly.
Chapter Three:
"Suffer love! A good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will."
- William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
The night passed with insufferable slowness, uneventful being the perfect word to describe the peace that settled on the camp. There were some visitors, and each one that arrived was recorded by either Erica or Emelie. Descriptions of vehicles, occupants, the perceived purpose of visiting the camp. It was all recorded.
First, a van from what must have been a local charity. Erica couldn't understand the words of the logo, but she recorded them faithfully for Emelie to translate later on. There were five people in the van, four women and one man. They spent a little less than an hour handing out soup and some bundles that appeared to contain wash kits for the people below. As they pulled off, Erica woke Emelie for her stint.
The next hour saw an appearance by some of the Port security team, a pick-up truck with a slow flashing amber light mounted on it. Emelie had wondered if they were coming to harass the camp inhabitants but instead, she watched as two migrants hopped out from the cargo bed of the pick-up, waving at the two security guards who waved back before driving off. All very friendly but she still noted the license plate on the truck and rough descriptions of both driver and accompanying passenger.
On Erica's next shift, an ambulance crewed by two paramedics showed up. She jotted down the vehicle tag, visible on the roof, then watched as the two men treated a number of migrants in the ambulance. From the little she could make out; the majority of the treatments were for cuts and lacerations that had most likely occurred while working unofficial jobs at the Port. They were just leaving as Erica woke Emelia.
The next three hours went by without any movement in the camp, everyone settled in for the night and nobody visited from outside. In the dead of night, it was only the cold that kept both Erica and Emelie attentive as they kept their vigil. Just before dawn broke, Emelie spotted the same security team, in a different vehicle this time, performing a slow drive-by of the camp. Then they pulled away, circling around to make their way to the main block of offices, their shift coming to an end.
She shook Erica awake and the two women lay there, still cold but enjoyed the sight of the winter sun rising, feeble in its heat but bright enough to drag some blue sky to chase away the depressing field of blackened night.
"Nothing?" Erica's voice was still husky from sleep.
"Nothing at all. We will need to check with the camp below of course but I believe our killer didn't show."
"Shame," Erica said, then realizing how that sounded she added, "I don't fancy another night freezing here."
"I agree but what choice do we have?"
"Extra blankets?" Erica offered the suggestion although it was her hands and face that bore the brunt of the cold weather. A ski mask would probably be a necessary purchase that day. Her body, all 5'6" of it, felt stiff from laying out on the metal container floor. Beside her, Emelie had pulled her goggles from her head, her blonde hair matted in places where the straps had clumped it together. Erica didn't want to consider what mess the night vision gear had made of her own fine brown hair; mercifully there wasn't a mirror on hand. The exhilaration of a fresh hunt, a chance to stop a killer, had been the fuel the two women had run on throughout the night. Disappointed by the fact that their surveillance hadn't yielded a suspect, the adrenaline that had surged at the beginning of the stakeout long gone, Erica felt as tired as Emelie looked.
"Let's pack it up, check in with the people in the camp just to be sure no one went missing overnight. We can pick up whatever else we'll need for another night here and come back in the evening. I'll need to check in with Sven and with my station to make sure they know I'm still working with you; that will avoid any questions," Emelie said by way of a plan of action.
Erica didn't reply, instead she was busy returning the blanket that served as the container door back into place. When she heard the whispered curse from Emelie, she didn't think anything of it, just assuming the young officer was stretching out the stiffness since she was now on her feet. Only when Erica moved to join her did she see exactly why Emelie had softly sworn 'Holy fuck.'
As Erica rose to join her, both of them staring at what was happening at the back of the container, Emelie had to stifle a laugh when she heard Erica exclaim, 'the balls on this guy.' Even with English not being her first language, Emelie got the double meaning to the phrase.
At some point, probably not long before the sun had crested the horizon, Mubarak had woken up. It might have just been a morning ritual for him, though it was more likely the curved behinds of Erica and Emelie silhouetted in the dim light of dawn that inspired his actions. Whatever the catalyst, he'd unzipped the sleeping bag and had started masturbating at a leisurely pace. Emelie felt a prickle of sweat suddenly dot her forehead despite the cold she'd felt only moments before. The man, rude and arrogant as he was despite his kingdom consisting of a rusting shipping container, had a fabulous looking penis as far as she could tell in the dim light of the container. They hadn't fixed the blanket perfectly in place, so chinks of light made their way in to offer some visibility. Long, dark and thick, his own large hand taxed to encircle it as he pumped its length slowly. She caught herself before she could take a step towards it, wanting to remain professional in front of Erica almost as much as she wanted to touch the black cock. She'd found herself uncomfortably aware of Mubarak's presence in the container during the night and fresh from the fucking at the sex club, Emelie had needed to delve deep back into her professional persona to retain proper self-control.
"Ahem, Mubarak?" Emelie did her best to speak in a nonchalant tone as she addressed the homeless migrant pleasuring himself. "We are going to go now, but we're going to be back this evening. We didn't get what we were after."
"What are you after? Maybe I got it," he said, hand never stopping its sweeping movements, Emelie's eyes tracking them like she was watching a tennis rally, following the ball in flight.
"No, no. Uh no, but thanks," she said. "We just need to stay here tonight again."
"Cost you," Mubarak replied. He stopped his strokes so he could lift his heavy scrotum, pulling it away from his inner thigh where it was resting. He then returned to masturbating.
"The fucking balls on this guy," Erica said again.
"I'll uh, I'll get that light bulb on again, make sure we haven't left anything behind," Emelie suggested. "He's got that space heater going, it's actually getting bearably warm in here now that we closed over the entrance. I'll negotiate with him; it was twenty each right?"
"Yes, that's right," Erica replied. To Emelie it seemed the other woman gave off a little shudder that travelled from her head right down to her feet before she turned her back on Mubarak and his cock as she started to check for anything they might have left behind. Emelie watched Erica stoop to begin rolling up the sleeping bag they'd spent the night lying on, then began walking towards Mubarak. If her gaze had been on his face rather than his big black cock, she might have registered the brash look he levelled at her. If Emelie had fought a silent war that night against her desires, Mubarak plainly had no misgivings about acting on his own wishes.
The light from the bulb flickered on, giving Erica the capability to examine the two bags they'd brought properly. She checked the contents, made sure the night vision equipment was securely stored, tightened the straps on the bags themselves before attaching the sleeping bag to one backpack before remembering the second sleeping bag was still with Mubarak. She looked over her shoulder to see if Emelie was still negotiating, wondering if it just made more sense to leave the second sleeping bag with him as 'rental compensation'. What Erica saw when she looked took her aback.
Emelie was on her knees beside Mubarak, her own hand having replaced his around the large erection he'd been flaunting. Her pretty face was pressed against the large cock, her tongue fluttering in rapid micro licks around the base of the shaft, moving as she worked her mouth up the underside of his cock. Erica must have said something, made some noise, though she didn't recall doing so, but suddenly Emelie's eyes moved to meet her own.
"Its... so big," Emelie said by way of explanation, turning her attention back to Mubarak's cock. To Erica, that rationale made perfect sense, she was already aware that Emelie and she had certain weaknesses in common when it came to prodigious male instruments of pleasure.
Erica found herself walking over. The homeless man had a small heater in his corner and as she neared the couple on the floor, Erica could feel the heat from it soothing the chill from her skin. She stood above them, taking in Mubarak's fit, if slightly undernourished, looking body. She didn't know where he'd migrated from, but he'd been through the wars as the expression went. There were scars on his legs and lower stomach that she'd swear were shrapnel wounds and one circular shaped scar that could have been a bullet wound. She was depressingly familiar with injuries of this type, having made the acquaintance of a number of veterans during the arc of her investigations. Warmer, she unzipped her coat, laying it aside.
The smacking, smooching sounds of Emelie kissing and licking the stiff cock kicked off a different feeling of warmth in Erica and she didn't stop with her coat, slowly stripping down to her bra and panties, lowering herself to the floor of the container. Mubarak had spread the sleeping bag out like a blanket on the floor, so Erica was able to find space on it as she knelt on the opposite side of the black man to where Emelie was. She was lowering her head even as Mubarak's hand came to rest on the back of it, her mouth pressing against his balls while Emelie finally took his cock into her mouth, suckling gently on the top couple of inches.
They continued in that manner, Erica attending to Mubarak's balls, Emelie to his cock. He was no bouquet of roses, a slightly sour scent of stale sweat coming from him. It didn't faze either woman, both in silent accord that it had a fragrance of manliness. Finally, Emelie relinquished her control of his cock, only so that she could strip her own clothes off. Erica took the opportunity to work much of the hard black cock into her mouth till it touched the back of her throat. Within a minute, Mubarak's dick was drenched in her spittle, the run-off pooling on his copious nut sack.
"Come here," Mubarak snarled, more than a touch of frenzy in his voice. He lifted Erica up, pulling the navy-blue panties she wore to one side as he set her onto his face. Her own efforts sucking his cock, doubled and then doubled again as his tongue began exploring her wet vagina, the outer hairs of his bushy beard tickling the soft skin of her inner thighs while the facial hair around his mouth quickly became sodden with her pussy's excretions.
Emelie returned from stripping down, leaning over so that Erica tapped out and gave up his cock for her. The blonde had removed her bra in addition to her other clothes, the stiff nipples pressing into the scarred surface of Mubarak's leg as she attacked his cock with ravenous intent, her mouth engulfing it and slurping its way down his shaft. Erica meanwhile was pressing the palms of her hands against his strong abs, supporting herself as he gnawed on her snatch, his own hands gripping her firm ass cheeks.
"You... uhhh, you're making me cum," Erica gasped through gritted teeth, a flush flooding her lower body as she orgasmed against his lips. She fell a little to the side, steadying herself now against Emelie's lithe frame. Caught up in the pleasure and wickedness of the situation, Erica started pulling the red panties Emelie still wore down over the curvature of the policewoman's ass. "You need to have some fun too," Erica said as she worked Emelie's panties down to her knees.
The blonde liaison officer scrambled up, finishing Erica's work and kicking her panties free. She threw a leg over Mubarak's waist, holding his hard cock upright so she could lower herself onto it.
"Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes," Emelie whimpered as she began humping on him. She'd mounted him in reverse, facing towards his feet. Behind her, her pussy still being eaten with religious fervor, Erica placed her hands on Emelie's pale shoulders. While Erica quivered under the lash of Mubarak's tongue, Emelie shuddered like a wooden shack in a gale, her breasts hopping to the beat of her body slamming up and down the length of the big black cock she was riding.
"Big. Fat. Cock," Emelie squealed in pleasure. She felt Erica's hands leave her shoulders, reaching around either side of Emelie to grab her jostling breasts, squeezing them as the young American slumped forward against Emelie's back, eyes closed tight as she orgasmed a second time. As Erica's fingers seized her breasts, Emelie felt her own climax arrive and she hissed, grinding down on the black man's steel-like hardness.
Erica slumped free of his face, taking a moment to recover from back-to-back orgasms, Emelie continuing her aggressive ride atop Mubarak. The sight of his cock slamming in and out made Erica hunger for more. As good as orgasming on his tongue had been, it paled beside the feeling of rightness when she was filled with a big dick.
"My turn," Erica said, rising up to kneel beside Emelie.
"Not... not yet... need... need more."
Usually submissive sexually, her need to feel Mubarak inside her added a mischievousness to Erica's next actions that would normally be absent. She wetted two fingers in her mouth, bringing them down onto Emelie's clit. Skillfully Erica teased and toyed with it, the Nordlandic cop gasping in response. If the touch of a woman disturbed her, it was impossible to tell, Emelie's capacity for speech reduced to stammering out vowels as her body went into orgasmic overdrive, flailing and convulsing as a series of muscle spasming climaxes went through her in quick succession. One, two, three. The third ending with a grunting sigh and she toppled from her spot on the peak of Mount Mubarak.
"I want your cock," Erica said, tearing her panties off. She climbed onto the black man in the exact same manner as Emelie had, her primed pussy taking his length and girth with relative ease. The stretch and sensation of her pussy becoming overfull with blood engorged black flesh was a welcome relief. An addict getting her fix. His dark fingers held onto her hips, Mubarak timing his upward flexing thrusts to fall in line with her rapid descents on his length. Erica's ass beat a fleshy drumbeat on his body as they came together in sweaty, carnal codependence, Mubarak craving her tight body with a need that almost matched Erica's own for his thick black dick.
"You made me cum." Erica became aware that Emelie had recovered and was kneeling, watching as Erica and Mubarak grinded and humped hard against each other.
"Uhhh... yesss," Erica hissed.
"I want it back," Emelie said, giving Erica a wicked grin. She leaned closer still and suddenly Erica and Emelie were kissing. It started as a brush of lips but as Erica's mouth pried open to gasp in pleasure from the black cock seeking to pierce her guts, Emelie's own followed suit. The open-mouthed kiss then progressed to their tongues pressing together, slithering obscenely in and out of each other's mouths.
Emelie ended the kiss, pushing Erica back so that she lay atop Mobarak's muscular chest. The big black man curled his arms under Erica's armpits, interlocking his fingers behind her head, putting the petite white woman in a wrestling headlock. Pinned, her head shook to and fro crazily as he fucked her hard and fast. His hold on her meant he could push her body tight onto his thrusts and Erica jabbered wildly.
"Oh, oh, fuck. Fucking. Fucking deep. Uhhh, uh, uh, deep."
Emelie pulled the bra Erica was wearing down, so her breasts began to shake, unsupported. Then, that same wicked smile on her face, Emelie began tweaking and playing with Erica's sensitive nipples. The howl from Erica as she came only made Emelie's wicked grin deepen.
The blonde Nordic woman was on her back, legs spread and waiting when Mubarak released the shattered Erica, advancing in Emelie with serious intent. He climbed between her legs, feeding her the cock she craved, pounding her hard from the onset.
"More. Faster," Emelia said, Mubarak happy to oblige. He fucked her as she needed, no fancy moves, just power and depth. His efforts were soon rewarded by the sight of Emelie grabbing at her own chest, pulling at her breasts as a deep, stomach twisting orgasm erupted inside her.
"Me, me." The call from Erica on her hands and knees, ass swaying seductively persuaded Mubarak to pull out of Emelie and push inside Erica once more. Between the self-service hand job, the blow jobs and the fucking, there wasn't much time left before Mubarak's own orgasm became imminent. Aware, he set himself to the task of getting Erica off a final time, once again going for pace and depth.
"Come here," he snarled, towards Emelie but Erica wasn't aware and so backed up on his thrusts even as the bearded black man pulled Emelie against him in a savage embrace that heralded a equally savage kiss. He only released Emelie so he could grip Erica's hips with both hands, thundering like a charging Rhino into the final straight, roaring his triumph as Erica's pussy seized on his cock, milking it as she came, his own completion occurring a few seconds later.
After the second spurt went into Erica's young body, Mubarak pulled his cock out, sending the next oozing wads of cum to splatter on the silken surface of her ass cheek. His left arm stretched out, gripping Emelie once again and with just the smallest bit of encouragement, she began to lap his seed off Erica's skin. Finished, Emelie let her tongue toy with the dribbling remnants of sperm that clung to the tip of Mubarak's dick, its heavy length resting on the curve of Erica's ass.
Easing herself up, Erica stretched, the tips of her fingers reaching for but falling short of the ceiling of the shipping container. An added benefit to the sex bout with Mubarak was that the chill that had stiffened her muscles was well and truly exorcised from her body. She began dressing rapidly however, afraid that the sheen of sweat covering her skin would cool soon and add a new frigidity to her flesh.
Emelie wasn't as quick to recover, still lying in a pose of blissful excess on the floor. Mubarak had risen, but only to sit his ass in the deckchair he'd occupied the night before. He split his attention between both women, enjoying the view as his now flaccid cock hung over the lip of the seat of the chair.
"I'm going to go down, start talking to the people below. I'd like to find that older lady I spoke to before. At least let her know we're taking her husband's disappearance seriously. There isn't much hope but knowing she's been heard will bring some level of comfort," Erica said, zipping up her coat.
"Good idea. I think you will get further with her than me. More likely to open up to someone who is not a member of the police. Be sure to ask if anyone is missing since last night," Emelie said, sitting up finally, looking around for her own clothes.
"Of course," Erica replied, then stopping as she realized if she took the ladder there was no way for Emelie to get down from atop the container stack. When she brought this up, Mubarak spoke up.
"I've a rope I use for getting up and down. Your blonde friend can use that, and I'll lower your gear down afterwards." He touched his cock. "You paid for that service I think."
With that organized, Erica exited the container, Emelie hurrying to the blanket-covered entrance, closing it off again as the arctic wind caressed her nakedness. As she straightened up from securing the blanket, Mubarak wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her in close to him.
"I haven't the time for this," Emelie said, her hands dropping to his arm, vainly trying to pull it loose.
"Your friend is going to be a while," Mubarak pointed out. His free hand began to roam over Emelie's body, her breath trembling in response.
"I shouldn't," she said, trying to put him off. He turned her around, his fingers finding her sweet spot between her legs, two of them pressing inside to find Emelie as wet as she was before. He kissed her, pressing forward as she tried moving away. The chase ended as her shoulders bumped against the cold steel of the container wall, breath juddering through the kiss as he worked his fingers in and out more rapidly now.
"You should," Mubarak said, one hand playing with her firm right breast as he continued to get her off with his fingers inside her.
"I'm a cop, I'm on duty," she said, holding up her profession as a shield.
"You were a cop not half an hour ago fighting for my dick," he noted.
"That was wrong. I'm... I'm engaged, I'm going to get married," Emelie said, hoping he'd show more decency regarding Sven than she had by repeatedly cheating on him.
"You're a cop. You're on duty. You're engaged." Mubarak stirred his fingers inside her, feeling her walls close on them as Emelie came. "You're also a slut and you're cumming like one right now."
He pulled his fingers out and as Emelie's mouth opened in a soft sigh, he popped them inside, her lips closing to suck on them. His unsettlingly dark eyes bored into her gaze as he watched her clean his fingers of her orgasm.
"Since I got to this freezing cold country, all I've seen are blonde white women staring at me. A lot of them look at me and all I see in their eyes is contempt. Either they have contempt for the color of my skin or simple contempt for the fact I had to flee my homeland. Maybe it's the same contempt they show to all the homeless? Not all of them look at me like that. I have seen a few look at me the way you look at me. Seeing a man, a man they want fucking them. A man they want taking them, in charge, doing things to their bodies that they can only ever dream about in the dark when their boyfriends, husbands, fiancé s or fathers are asleep. That's how you're looking at me now."
"Mmmph," Emelie said, mouth twisting around his fingers.
"Back home I was an officer in the army. Before that I taught languages in a college. Now I'm forty-five and I live in an empty container. I am more than that though. Whatever my past, whatever my circumstances, I am a man. A man who is going to fuck you in the ass like the little black cock hungry slut you are."
She managed a slobbering gasp as Mubarak pulled his fingers from her mouth, pulling her by the arm to where the canvas deck chair stood. Emelie found herself kneeling on the chair, one hand gripping the metal from its back, the other holding onto a metal bar that protruded slightly from the wall of the container. Mubarak had used this metal bar as an anchor for the cable he'd run into the container for power and now, she used it as an anchor for her body, not trusting the chair to be sturdy enough for what was coming.
His initial target was the satin softness of her vagina, Emelie arching in pleasure as he inserted his dick, threading a path through the folds of her labia and into her depths.
"Good, getting it all nice and slick," he said, slow hip twisting thrusts eliciting whispered pants from her. He left most of his cock inside her, pausing his strokes. The muscle's lining her vaginal tunnel began a dance against his shaft, rolling and gripping the dark-skinned intruder. Mubarak ran his thumbs along the cleft of her ass cheeks before pulling them apart to reveal her rear entrance. The sensation of his spittle falling onto her body made Emelie shudder in expectation, the shuddering rising hand in hand with her apprehensive anticipation as Mubarak began working this improvised lube into her ass.
Then he finally unsheathed his dick from her body, placing it without hesitation against the tight sphincter of her anal passage. Emelie's breath caught in her throat and her knuckles flared white from her grip as he pushed forward. Anal sex wasn't unknown to her, but she certainly didn't consider herself adept at it either.
Pressure, slow but constant, made her body's natural resistance to anything seeking entry through that particular entrance begin to falter.
"Slow," she whispered. Her tightness made that a necessity but slow or not, the head of his dick broke through and her rapid heartbeat increased as one inch followed another until he'd reached the point where her ache from his entry paled into insignificance against the pleasure of being opened up by him.
"Time for the fucking I promised... Slut," Mubarak said, voice low in keeping with the mood in the container.
"Uhhh, uh, uh, uh."
The aluminum frame of the chair made rasping sounds of protest as Mubarak began fucking Emelie from behind. She felt a slight sag as part of the metal frame bent under her weight coupled by the power of Mubarak's thrusts. Emelie hung on grimly, bracing herself and even pushing back onto his cock as the homeless migrant sought to slay the challenger, her round and firm behind.
There was an energy and purpose now to Mubarak. The hard dark body driving into her and sending her to heaven with every pounding stroke bore little resemblance to the belligerent squatter they'd found living in this container. Something in the act of taking this young woman, in defiance of her unspoken vows to another man, had awakened aspects of Mubarak's character that had been dormant since his arrival in Nordland. Emelie wasn't orgasming from an ass fucking from a tramp, she was cumming hard on the black cock of a warrior, an academic, a man.
"Slut ass is eating my dick, going to finish... now," Mubarak groaned after a full ten minutes of hammering into Emelie from behind. His dick throbbed and the fit was so snug that Emelie fancied she felt each drop of sperm that found its way into her tight bowels.
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Sometime later, both women found themselves in an awkward silence in Emelie's car. That both were tired went without saying but the silence hung heavier than any exhaustion level could reasonably explain.
"Listen I -," Erica began.
"I should -," Emelie blurted out at the exact same moment. Both lapsed back into silence for a few hundred yards as Emelie drove back towards the city center and Erica's hotel. Finally, stealing a glance at Emelie to make sure she wasn't about to speak, Erica broke the silence once more.
"This is ridiculous... we've nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about. I understand we don't really know each other but honestly that should only make this easier. We're adults with needs and desires and we followed them last night. Trust me, if we were two guys we'd be high fiving each other. I'm only guessing but I'm sure you've had your share of sexist attitudes regarding your job as a cop to contend with. We're supposed to be equal... we are fucking equal... nobody got hurt or pressured into anything... let's not get hung up on it, we've got a killer to catch. Sound good?"
"Yes... but..."
"No buts Emelie, if we're going to catch whoever is doing this, we need our heads in the game," Erica said firmly.
"Of course, you are right. I... I just feel... you must think I'm some kind of horrible person. That's twice you've seen me cheat on my fiancé in two days."
"Honestly? I'm not in a position to judge you, if you knew some of what I've done these last few years, well I'd be the last person you'd see as having a moral right to condemn you. You want my opinion? Think about it this way... Sven might not deserve you cheating on him, but if there is something about your relationship with him that is making it easy for you to stray... maybe you deserve finding out what that is. Okay, elephant in the room dealt with, back to business." Emelie gave a curt professional nod in answer to that, she wasn't familiar with the idiom, but she understood the need to stop focusing on the 'elephant'.
"Okay, so while you were... umm packing up with Mubarak, I managed to meet up with a good few of the people in the camp. As far as I can tell, nobody went missing and the activity we saw last night was fairly standard," Erica said, reporting on her time in the migrant camp. "Obviously we need to stake it out again tonight."
"Yes, but there is another, let us say 'elephant', we need to deal with then," Emelie ventured.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean Mubarak is going to be there again tonight and how focused are we going to be then? Even if we stay professional, I get the feeling he won't be happy taking no for an answer. Best case, he will be distracting us, worst case, we'll be fucking when someone is taken," Emelie elaborated.
"Good point. Ideas?"
"We get him out of there. He won't go down to the camp, he is too attached to his 'home'. So, we offer him a place to stay that will be more to his liking. A motel room perhaps?"
"Great idea," Erica said. At this point Emelie pulled up to Erica's hotel. "Don't stop here, pull into the hotel carpark," Erica said pointing the way.
"Why? Just get out here," Emelie said not understanding.
"Don't go back to your place, crash in my room instead. We'll save time on the commute and if you don't see Sven, it'll stop you dwelling on what happened. We both need sleep, sleep without distraction."
Emelie couldn't argue with that logic and so she did as she was bidden, parking up in the car park and following Erica up to the hotel room. It didn't take them long, taking turns in the shower before each climbed into the large bed. Erica arranged for a wakeup call and then both women found their eyes drawing shut mere heartbeats after their heads touched the pillows.
Chapter Four:
"Men should be what they seem."
- William Shakespeare, Othello
The sleep helped enormously. Emelie found herself waking up renewed, her sleep blissfully devoid of dreams where she was riddled with regrets and doubts about her actions. Not that they didn't surface soon after waking up, but at least while awake she could push them to the back of her mind and focus on what needed to be done.
She and Erica enjoyed a nice meal in the hotel's restaurant, steering clear of any awkward subject matter while they talked. Instead, Emelie found herself liking the young American woman more and more, catching more than a glimpse of the real Erica that lay beneath this shell of world-wise weariness that Erica seemed to wrap herself in, both armor and comforting blanket against whatever horrors she'd experienced in her short life.
Refreshed and ready for their vigil over the migrant camp, the two young women collected their car and headed back to the port area. By this point, the guards at the main gate had become used to their visits and they found the barrier being raised even as they approached, the security guy simply waving them through.
"Interesting," Emelie said.
"Hmmm?" Erica sounded a little distracted.
"I wondered how the killer was getting his victims off site. If they are a familiar enough presence in the area, it seems the guards are inclined to let them by, their vehicles unchecked," the young policewoman noted.
They drove on, pulling up in the car park area and grabbing their packs from the car. Walking towards the stack of containers, Erica asked Emelie for the car keys.
"I'll drop Mubarak off at the motel, come back to you then," she explained.
Wordlessly Emelie passed over the car keys but something in her expression prompted Erica to explain herself further.
"No, seriously, nothing like that. I'm thinking of you is all. Besides, you're better at setting up the equipment than I am and if something did happen, shouldn't the official from the Interracial Liaison team be on hand and not the American tourist?" Against logic like that, Emelie couldn't really mount an argument in favor of her driving Mubarak. So, once they reached the top container, they explained the situation to the lean, bearded black man and, once they'd passed over another twenty for the inconvenience, he headed down the makeshift rope to be chauffeured by Erica to the nearby motel.
Emelie began setting up the equipment, thankful that with Mubarak gone they'd be without a distraction and in possession of the extra sleeping bag. Her head was fully in the space that they'd made the right call. The rest of her body wasn't so sure.
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Thanking God for the fact that the car had a GPS, Erica managed to navigate her way through the unfamiliar area to where the motel stood. She parked up, and with the unkempt looking Mubarak at her heels, she went to the check-in desk to rent a room for the night. The clerk at the desk looked like he'd worked his way through an entire lemon, peel and all, as he regarded the attractive brunette and the dark-skinned vagrant who loomed menacingly behind her.
"Two beds?"
"No just one," Erica replied, not thinking of the implication of her reply, after all she was aware she wasn't spending the night there even if the clerk wasn't. The clerk gave a sniff of disapproval, made a point of checking each note that Erica passed him in payment before finally deigning to slide the key towards her.
Oblivious to the man's disdain, Erica gave him a happy smile of thanks and headed towards the room. Mubarak, well aware of the Clerk's unspoken opinion, lingered for a moment. His dark eyes fixed on the motel clerk's face in an unblinking stare until the supercilious demeanor cracked and the clerk nervously said "have a good night" before finding that something in the back room of his office needed his attention.
Erica had the door open by the time Mubarak rejoined her. She slipped the key card into the slot and the room's lights blinked on. He hung back and so to move things along, Erica stepped further into the room, the big man following and closing the door behind him.
"TV, comfortable bed, toilet... not the worst exchange for allowing us to use your container... I mean home," Erica noted.
"Shower," Mubarak said, looking into the ensuite.
"Yeah of course, enjoy," Erica replied. She'd posed as a homeless person a little over a year before in a sting to entrap a criminal. She remembered all too well what the lack of basic amenities meant to someone in that position. Lost in her memories momentarily, she missed the moment where Mubarak decided to strip off.
Due to the limited light in the container, Erica hadn't gotten the best of looks at the man's body before this. As he peeled his clothes off, she saw again the battle scars he'd picked up, the obvious signs on his body where he'd been suffering from an inconsistent diet. Under better circumstances, he'd probably have carried a half stone or more in weight and none of that was fat if she was to be considered any sort of judge. There was something about him that seemed familiar to her, her heart skipping a beat when she worked out that he reminded her of Rufus. A killer, highly intelligent and bent on subjecting Erica to his will. He'd almost succeeded as well, Erica willing to do anything for him until she'd been rescued by her friends.
Not that she thought Mubarak was a member of that cabal of murderers known as The Web. It was just the way he carried himself, self-assured and dangerous. Possibly it was down to his former life as a soldier and college lecturer. Emelie had filled Erica in on that bit of information he'd shared with her. Educated and with the capacity for violence, yes, it was definitely Rufus, he reminded her of.
The sound of the shower coming alive made Erica raise her eyes from where they'd settled on the floor while she'd been lost in thought. He was under the spray of water, as she watched he began applying dollops of shower gel to his lean body. Erica found herself chewing her bottom lip as she watched the homeless migrant, someone who's second name she had no clue of, soaping his crotch vigorously until the snake-like cock began to stir in sleepy responsiveness.
She began to remove her own clothes.
Men comfortable with violence, more than comfortable in fact, adept at it. Men with a keen intelligence that was not always married to a sense of morality. Men with hard bodies and big, black cocks.
She stepped into the shower to join Mubarak, sinking to her knees, taking his now clean cock into her mouth. It seemed she had a type when it came to men.
They were both in a rush. Not that Erica was thinking about having to rejoin Emelie. They both just needed to fuck and be fucked. As soon as Erica's warm mouth had Mubarak's cock brought to full, glorious hardness, he was pulling her to her feet and pressing her soft body against the glass partition of the shower enclosure. His cock was wet enough to pass for lubricant as he pressed the tip against the entrance to her ass. Erica gave a soft moan, submission, permission and petition in one inarticulate sound and he was pushing his black cock inside her firm behind.
"Uhhh, mmmmhhh," she whimpered as he inched inside her. Erica's hands were splayed open against the glass, and each thrust that he now set to entering her served to rock her petite body forward so that her breasts rubbed twin circles in the steamed-up glass.
"They took my wife from me," Mubarak spat as he fucked her hard. "Men blinded by greed, lust and convinced that they had the right to do such things. They killed her, robbed me of the light in this life." Erica didn't want to hear this, but she could no sooner stop him talking than she could stop him fucking her ass brutally. Each punishing stroke brought her closer to orgasm and as upsetting as his words were, she knew he was in control and this scene was his to write and perform as he wished.
"Now I'm exiled here, in a place as alien to me as anywhere on this earth could be. Worse. I'm exiled here and unable to take my revenge on those who wronged me." Erica gasped as he pounded harder again, her knees wobbling as she came. She wanted to reach between her own legs, to play with her clit, but before she could, his hands were covering her own, pinning her to the side of the shower as he continued to fuck her.
Mubarak's mouth brushed against her ear as he leaned in close. His voice dropped low, the hiss of the shower almost drowning his words. Erica could hear them clear enough, the asylum seeker who was fucking her with a zealousness that bordered on pure rage made sure of that as he leaned in as close as a lover minus the tenderness.
"If I can't find peace through revenge or justice, perhaps I will settle for karmic balance. Spend the rest of my time in this country taking wives from their husbands. Fucking them so they are lost to the men they once loved," he whispered, a savage glee in the way he delivered the thought. "You married?"
"Nu-uhhh, uhhh," Erica moaned in answer.
"You wouldn't be. Not the way you gave yourself up so quickly, dirty white whore. Never will be either, no man would accept a loose woman like you, and you'll never deny yourself the pleasures of the forbidden flesh."
Erica's head slumped forward against the shower screen. It wasn't his words that made her suddenly find keeping her head straight a challenge. She knew her own truth, and had long ago come to terms with who she was; how her life would progress. Her head fell forward, and her knees buckled because she was cumming hard once again. It was only his grip and the big black cock in her ass that kept her from melting into an orgasmic puddle on the floor. Heedless, Mubarak continued driving his shaft into her and Erica gave a warbling moan as the pleasure built inside her once again.
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If Emelie was pissed about Erica showing up just as dusk took hold of the dwindling day, she didn't let on. Nor did she comment on Erica's hair being damp. She simply handed Erica the night vision gear before rolling clear, allowing Erica the honor of the first stint at watch. Since Mubarak wasn't around, Emelie decided to take advantage of this, moving to the back of the container and turning on the heater. As she lay beside it, she'd at least pass this night in comparative warmth compared to the previous one. Sleep didn't come, too many thoughts waged a war for her attention and so, seeking some sort of stillness in her mind, Emelie reviewed some of the things she'd learned from Erica's podcast through her mind.
Killers rarely presented themselves as such. It was easy enough once you learned the truth about someone to turn around and declare 'they always had such cold eyes' or 'there was just something off about them, just a feeling I had'. The truth was neighbors, friends and family often failed to recognize the devil that lived side by side with them. That was a given, but these people wanted to like the killer, which led to their being blindsided by them. In this case, they had a naturally reticent and suspicious target group, people who had little enough and were distrustful of strangers lest they be robbed of even that. With that in mind, who could approach them, put them off guard enough to offer a chance of abducting them?
"Erica?"
"Yep?"
"Who do we trust? Who do we let our guard down?" Emilie sat up, waiting for Erica to answer her.
"Hmmm, not the police... no offence," Erica said.
"None taken. A religious person? A priest?" Emelie was shaking her own head even as she suggested this.
"No, you've probably got a number of different religions represented down there, how would the killer know who to target? Not the answer," Erica said, confirming Emelie's own thought. "Someone like those charity workers maybe?"
"I do not think so," Emelie mused. "It would depend obviously on the individual but a lot of the migrants I've worked with through the Interracial Liaison team felt a certain sense of shame having to accept charity and were inclined to remain aloof from those offering it. That would mean the killer would have the same problem as with the religious angle, not knowing whom to approach."
"Okay. Has to be an authority figure of some type but not one who's power can be seen as offensive in nature..." Erica started saying, voice trailing off at the end.
"Keep going, you are on to something," Emelie prompted her.
"Ummm... Authoritative, yes, but kind, non-threatening. Offering help but not charity. Someone the victim might seek out so that the killer didn't have to worry about isolating a single target amongst so many..." this time Erica fell silent because Emelie had suddenly leapt to her feet and was rushing to get out of the container.
"What's up? What have you thought of? Wait... Where the hell are you going?" Erica stuck her head out of the container as Emelie lowered herself down the rope. Emelie paused for a second though to answer her.
"I need to check something with the front gate. But... the paramedics... the guys in the ambulance. They fit your description!" With that, the excited young cop half dropped, half lowered herself down the rope at breakneck speed, Erica losing sight of her as she rounded a stack of containers.
Emelie was just walking away from the guard post when Erica caught up with her.
"Well?" Breathless, Erica couldn't manage more than that one word.
"They weren't called in response to an accident," Emelie confirmed. "It appears they've taken to turning up once or twice a week. Always late at night, after their shift has ended according to what they've been telling the guards at the gate. Guards weren't clear on if it was a state sponsored endeavor or just something the two men do themselves."
"Could it be a State initiative?" Erica had to ask, the ins and outs of Nordland a mystery to her.
"Maybe but I never heard of it," Emelie said thoughtfully.
"Hang on," Erica said. "Hey... you..." she yelled towards the guard at the gate who turned to look at her.
"Is it always the same guys? In the ambulance. Is it always the same two guys?" The guard nodded in ascent. "Well, that's it then. What are the chances it would always be the same two paramedics over the course of a few months? Virtually nil. Those are our guys... or if not, they certainly are up to something."
"I agree," Emelie said, pulling her notes from the night before out, looking for the vehicle tag on the ambulance. She then pulled out her cell phone, holding it to her head.
"Hello? Control? This is Officer Vikander. I need you to run a check on the following number..."
Twenty minutes later they were in the car, speeding out of the city. Erica was driving as Emelie needed to use her phone so she could read the files she'd had sent on to her.
"Erik Berg and Brand Olsen," Emelie read out. "Both served as combat medics in the same unit.
Honorably discharged. Multiple citations for bravery. Trained together then as paramedics. Neither man is married. They seem to be sharing a home together according to their hospital contact details." She looked away from the phone's screen, Erica glancing over at the movement. "There is nothing here Erica that suggests they are anything but good men."
"What did you expect? That they listed homicidal tendencies and a penchant for torture under the heading of 'Other interests' when they applied to be paramedics? Go with your gut. It told you this was the right call and I'm backing you on it."
"Fine. Keep going straight for the time being. They aren't scheduled to work tonight so there is a chance they'll be at home. We'll go, interview them as potential witnesses to Chima's disappearance and see how things progress. Remember, all this is right now is pure suspicion. We have no evidence linking them to the crime. It is officially not even a crime; it is an accidental death." Erica said nothing, but her foot got a little heavier on the gas pedal, the car hurtling along the darkened road.
"You know, you're wrong when you say there aren't any indications in their file," Erica said after a few minutes of thoughtful silence.
"Please... explain," Emelie asked her, opening her phone once more to the file.
"Well fair enough, there isn't an indication they
would
do this but there is certainly evidence that they are
capable
of it. Think about it. Military backgrounds so they've got the skills around the planning of an abduction and murder along with the physical ability to carry it off."
"Sure, but there are a lot of combat trained people, not just limited to the army," Emelie said.
"Of course, but let's stay focused on their ability, not what we perceive as their intent. So, we have training and organization. Their new careers give them not only an 'in' with their targeted victims, but it also provides them with the ideal vehicle to move them around. Those ambulances are cleaned after every shift so bye-bye physical evidence. Not only that, but no cop is also going to pull it over if they are speeding so they don't need to worry about random checkpoints either."
"And something else," Emelie said.
"What's that?"
"They served together, that creates a bond of trust. If you were going to take on a partner in murder, then trust between you is paramount. Clearly these two have a deep friendship, serving together in the army, living together, working side by side every day," Emelie said. The knot in her stomach, the hunch they were following. It felt less and less like a roll of the dice.
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Erica killed the headlights and allowed the car to coast the last few yards to the house Emelie had indicated as belonging to the two men. There was a light on in the front room, so somebody at least was home.
"I just thought of something, I don't have a weapon," Erica said. Cocooned in the safety of theory and conjecture, that hadn't come to mind. Mixing a surveillance mission with some heart pounding sex, well fear didn't factor into that at all. Sitting in a car, in the middle of nowhere, about to accost two former soldiers, possibly armed, potentially killers... the lack of a gun seemed a stupid oversight all of a sudden.
"Here," Emelie said, passing something to Erica.
"The fuck?" Erica held up the black cylindrical item. "A Flashlight? What am I supposed to do with this?
Help them find their fuse box if the lights go out? Haven't you got another gun? A backup piece?"
"A back up piece? I am a real Nordland Police Officer, not...some Hollywood Joanne Wick," Emelie said and got out of the car.
"Joanne Wick? I'd have gone with Dirty Harriet... 'especially dirty the way I saw you take cock," Erica muttered to herself, but she still followed Emelie out of the car. They started down the driveway, a panel van parked in it, heading towards the house.
"What's that?" Erica pointed off to the left of the house. A low structure stood there, maybe three feet high. Erica snapped on the flashlight for a brief second to better see the building. It looked like a bunker of sorts; the roof layered with grass sods to better help it blend in with the open ground it stood in.
"Could be some sort of storage. Winters are harsh here, a lot of people lay in stores," Emelie offered.
"Check it out?"
"Check it out," Emelie agreed. "But let's take a look at the main house first. Quietly. I don't want to be caught unawares."
Emelie stepped off the cleared driveway and into the snow that lay to the side. It wasn't deep, maybe twelve inches, so she had no problem moving through it. She glanced back to see Erica following her and immediately she saw the trail they were leaving behind them. This close to the house she didn't dare raise any alarm by talking but silently she kicked herself for such a rookie mistake. The moment the men living here saw the disturbed snow, they would be suspicious. Even if Emelie tried to casually engage with them by calling to their door, if they were guilty, they'd wonder why the women had been moving about their property.
There was nothing to do now, no way to undo the mistake, so she pressed on. At least Erica had thought to walk behind her in the tracks that Emelie left, that at least would disguise their number. There was only one light visible in the house, the front room. The blind was half pulled down and Emelie moved towards it at an angle, hoping not to be spotted. Taking up position to one side of the window, waving Erica to hug the wall and remain motionless, Emelie craned forward with agonizing slowness, conscious that anything could betray her presence at this point. Move too fast and the movement would draw the eye of someone in the room. Exhaling in the cold of the night and the warm air from her lungs would condense into a visible cloud. Slow and deliberate, that was the key.
Through the gap beneath the half lowered blind, Emelie saw the two men, Erik and Brand. They were of an age, fit-looking, which was to be expected, pleasantly good-looking, which was a surprise. She'd manage to build them up into boogeymen in her imagination during the drive here. Serial killers, heartless beasts preying on the vulnerable, on those who had come to this country seeking safety and met death instead. The reality didn't match however, neither man scarred, deformed or with the devil in his eye. Pushing aside the stupid feeling of disappointment that her imagination had misled her, Emelie spent a moment assessing the threat they posed, if any.
Both were shirtless, one sitting with what appeared to be a bowl of breakfast cereal in his hand as he watched a wall mounted tv, a nature show, focused on whales judging by the snippet she saw. The second man was lying on his back on a weight bench, lifting a barbell in slow reps. She couldn't make out exactly how much he was bench pressing but it certainly wasn't insignificant. All that she learned was that neither man looked about to go outside so that meant she and Erica could proceed to investigate the outside structure without fear of discovery. Emelie drew back from the window, nodded to Erica, then inclined her head towards the bunker-like building they'd spotted on arrival.
The two women headed away from the house, approaching the squat structure carefully, quietly. It was solidly built, cut into the earth, its walls built with cavity blocks. There were some steps cut out of the earth, showing that the structure was about eight feet in height, only three of that above ground. A simple but sturdy door barred their entry, however Emelie had picked up a few tricks from her fiancé and carried a lockpick set with her at all times. With Erica shielding the flashlights beam, Emelie went to work on the door, unlocking it after about a minute of stressful effort.
The interior of the bunker was as nondescript as its exterior. Walls lined with shelves that held tins of food, gas cylinders, dust covered bottles that could hold wine or equally could have held turpentine, minus their labels it was impossible to tell without opening them. Only a small section of one wall that had a number of weapons mounted on it seemed worthy of attention. Crossbows, composite bows, hunting rifles and shotguns were the sum of the arsenal. Erica ran a hand speculatively over a small crossbow, lifting a pouch of bolts that lay beside it.
"There's nothing here," Emelie said despondently. She had her own flashlight in her hand, much smaller than the one she'd offered Erica.
"Fuck," Erica said. She climbed back out, peering towards the house but there was no movement. Returning to the basement she saw Emelie prodding at thirty-gallon drums with her boot. Each tentative kick got a dull thud in response from the full drums. Erica spotted a barrel near her, and she swung her own foot at it.
'Bong'
the drum toppled over noisily and clattered towards Emelie.
"Shit. Sorry," Erica said, once more climbing out of the bunker to see if the noise had gotten the attention of the men in the house. Seeing nothing once again, she went back to find Emelie prizing the lid off the barrel. On its side, once the lid was removed, a stream of polaroid style photographs slipped out from the barrel to spill onto the floor. Emelie picked some of them up, shuffling through them. Even in the beam of the flashlight, Erica could see Emelie's face turn pale.
"What?"
"It's them," Emelie said, holding up one of the prints, Chima's dead face captured perfectly by the photographer. Like she was holding a deck of cards, the policewoman fanned out the pictures in her hand. There were others of Chima, displayed with one, then the other of the men in the house. Posing beside the body of the young man like hunters displaying a trophy buck. It wasn't just Chima either, from the small sampling she held in her hand, Emelie saw five separate victims. And there were ten times more pictures still to check.
Quickly, horrified by this discovery, Emelie began picking the photo's up, tossing them into the barrel. "Erica, head back to the car, my phone is still there. Ring the last number, it's for Control, request back up to our location. I'll be out once I finish tidying up. I'll call in for a warrant then. We need to do this right, can't have them claiming we planted evidence."
"No problem," Erica said, she tossed the flashlight to Emelie to help her in tidying up. She paused at the foot of the stairs, glancing back at Emelie who had her back to her now. While Emelie might have felt everything was going to be fine, Erica had enough experience of life kicking you in the skull just when you thought you had it all in hand. To that end, Erica decided a flashlight just wasn't going to cut it as a means of self-defense. Not with two psychopaths a stone's throw away. She snatched up the small crossbow and a handful of bolts before heading out.
Emelie did a sweep with the flashlight, making sure everything looked to be undisturbed. She put the barrel back to where it had been before Erica had kicked it, taking a moment to use the sleeve of her coat to wipe at any spots she might have left fingerprints. All in all, it had taken about two minutes but finally, satisfied, she headed back up, already pulling out her lock pick set to shut the door behind her.
"That's it. Keep coming. Real slow." A man's voice stopped her in her tracks. Two beams of light, thinner but no less powerful than the flashlight she'd been using were directed at her face, effectively blinding her. Following the man's instructions, Emelie came all the way up from the bunker. Closer now, the beams no longer shining directly into her eyes, she could make out two men in front of her. Both were armed, with shotguns or rifles she wasn't quite sure but both weapons had a light slung beneath their barrels and it was these that were levelled at her.
"Take it easy, I'm with the police," Emelie said. She didn't reach for her identification, not foolhardy enough to make any movements that might be seen as threatening, not with two guns pointed at her.
"Yeah? Drop what's in your hands and then with your left hand only, let's see your gun first," one of the men said in response. Emelie let the flashlight and lock picks fall to the ground and slowly reached for her service pistol, using just her thumb and forefinger to draw it.
"Nice, on the ground with it as well. ID next."
She wondered where Erica had gotten too. Because of the lights her world didn't extend any further than the indistinct shapes of the two men in front of her. Had they seen Erica and killed her? If they'd simply captured her, then she'd be with them now. That meant the reporter was either dead or hiding. Hopefully the latter.
"See... I'm a cop. So, you can lower your weapons," Emelie said, holding her ID high and towards them. From the movement of the beam of light, she thought one of the two men was leaning forward to examine her credentials.
"Interracial Liaison team," the second man spoke. "That the 'bleeding heart, help the migrants' cop unit? Heard about your sorry lot. Waste of my taxes."
"Yes, that's me. I'm out here looking for a migrant. He was due to be returned to his home country, but he absconded from the detention center. I thought he might be hiding out in the countryside, using barns or storage sheds like yours to lay low in," Emelie said in as relaxed a manner as she could.
"Nice try but no sale. You think I don't recognize lock picks? Think I couldn't spot the tracks you left?" The first man's voice was full of contempt. "You've trespassed on private property, opened a locked door, violating our citizen rights. And you didn't have the sense to disable the motion sensors in the room before going in. All that effort, hope you found something interesting?"
She knew then that they knew she'd found their mementos. As far as they were concerned, there was no way Emelie could be let walk away from here, not if they wanted to keep their freedom, not if they wanted to keep killing.
"My office knows I'm here. They know all about you Erik, Brand. Give it up. Surrender and take your day in court," Emelie said, hoping her confident manner could sell the lie.
"Bullshit bitch. If they knew, there's no way in hell they'd let you come here alone," the second man snarled. 'Come here alone,' at least that meant Erica had gotten away. She tells her fellow officers where to come, at least Emelie wouldn't lie in an unmarked grave like the other victims of these men.
"Enough talk. Let's finish her, weigh her down and put her in the lake. She'll be bones long before she's ever found," the first man said, making what must have been the easy decision. His flashlight trembled as he readjusted his grip on his gun, tensing up to take Emelie's life.
Before he could pull the trigger there was a wet tearing sound and the man beside him dropped to his knees, in the light from the flashlights, the bloody ruin of his throat was plain to see, along with the crossbow bolt protruding through it.
"Brand!" the first man yelled. Emelie used that moment to drop and roll, her hand finding her gun, thumb flicking off the safety even as she brought it to bear on the remaining threat.
He'd begun moving in response, his own gun coming around, the beam of light still a yard clear of where Emelie now knelt. He was too late and from the horrified expression on his face, just about visible to Emelie, he knew it too. She pulled the trigger on her pistol.
Chapter Five:
"For she had eyes and chose me."
- William Shakespeare, Othello
"So that is it then, you leave tomorrow morning?"
"That's it for me. It's been an interesting experience meeting you and all but... well I still have a friend out there that needs my help, and I have to find her," Erica said.
The two women were sitting in a nondescript bar in the city. It was a little shabby, its clientele older and more interested in the golf coverage on the tv screen than they were their fellow patrons. It suited both Erica and Emelie's moods perfectly. Erica was subdued because, despite the slaying of two killers, her trip here had yielded no clues as to Denisa's whereabouts and that had been her one and only goal coming here. For Emelie, her own mood wavered from exhilaration in closing the case to remorse for having taken another life, even one as dark as Erik Berg's.
Four days had passed since the shooting and only now had the department officially made its ruling on the legitimacy of Emelie's actions, thereby allowing Erica to get a flight out of Nordland. Under normal circumstances the investigation into Emelie's actions should have taken weeks. However, the evidence that the two men had murdered at least thirty people had added a level of urgency to matters.
Added to this, the press had latched onto the story immediately, questions being asked as to the Government's culpability in allowing such an event to go undiscovered for so long, the Chief of Police being hounded by reporters seeking answers he hadn't got. In the end, the decision was taken to change the narrative, focusing the press and public's attention on the bravery of Officer Emelie Vikander, who in full cooperation with her superiors and certain key government ministers, had brought an end to this threat to all members of the public, migrants and otherwise.
It was a good story, one that Emelie should be proud of. She knew Sven was proud of her, all her colleagues were. 'If only they knew,' she thought to herself before focusing her attention back to her new American friend. Given Erica's involvement in the affair, it hadn't taken much convincing by Emelie to get Sven to agree to let her take her out to dinner on her last night in Nordhaven.
"To finding your friend, safe and sound," Emelie said, raising her glass of Nordlandic wine.
"To the new heroine of this fine country's migrant community," Erica said, raising her glass of beer.
"Please," Emelie said, almost spilling the wine from between her lips. As she did each time Erica brought it up, the pale blonde blushed in embarrassment. "I still think you should have told the truth. Why did you make the statement that everything was my idea, that it was I who rescued you and killed both of the men?"
"Because it was the right thing to do and after seeing so much shit done wrong, it's nice to be able to do a little good. For the people who won't end up as victims and for you, someone who helped me out, listened to my story and didn't call me crazy," Erica clinked her glass off Emelie's. "How about, to new friends then?"
"New friends," Emelie echoed, and they both drank. "You know, my Captain says I may get a medal?"
"Tell him to shove the medal up his ass and give you a pay rise instead," Erica laughed, Emelie choking on her wine once again. Recovering, the blonde woman dabbed at her lips with the back of her hand.
"Before I forget, I left a little something for you at your hotel room, call it a farewell gift."
"Really? That's so good of you but you didn't need to go to any trouble on my account," Erica said, genuinely touched.
"No trouble. It's one of the night vision sets from out stakeout, I thought you might find a use for it."
"Wont Sven miss it?"
"No, besides what Sven doesn't know can't hurt him," Emelie said in a wry tone.
"Clearly," Erica noted which set Emelie off in another choking spell of laughter.
"Now my friend. What shall we do for your last night? Perhaps this restaurant I know? They do this amazing dish of fermented trout." Emelie recovered from her latest choking fit and broached the subject of saying farewell to her new friend.
"Emelie, if you want to remain my friend, don't mention fermented trout to me... ever... please."
"Okay, okay," Emelie laughed, surrendering to the fact that Erica would never embrace life in Nordland, the cold, the food... the wine, it just didn't suit her. "So, no fish dinners. Perhaps... a club we both know?"
"Oh, I don't know, it's an early flight," Erica said, knowingly. "Maybe just dinner instead, more turf, less surf, as an option?"
"I don't... you're the only person who knows that I'm attracted to... you know. And that I've been... with Sven... you know..." Emelie was all of a sudden awkward in her posture, twisting the stem of her glass so that the base smeared the split wine on the tabletop. Her new-found desires, the lingering attraction she felt for Kofi, now overlaid with the excitement and passion she'd found with her new Black lovers, all coalesced into a ball of guilt, shame and lust.
"The word you are looking for is cuckolding," Erica supplied.
"Yes. Thank you. I... it's not a familiar word to me but yes, you are the only one who knows I have been cuckolding Sven with... people. It sounds...so pathetic I know but sharing this with someone, it didn't make things right, I know that, but it made it feel less wrong when I did it. Does that make sense?"
"Honestly, no," Erica laughed at Emelie's crestfallen expression. "But it doesn't have to make sense to me, just to you. It's your life. Not mine and certainly not Sven's. What you do with it, that's up to you as far as I'm concerned." Erica picked up her beer, throwing the remnants back in a long swallow before setting the glass firmly on the table with a thump.
"You want to go to the Club, fuck it, let's go to the Club," she said, Emelie smiling and throwing back her own drink.
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It wasn't that Erica had become a fan of the cold Nordland evenings, the only reason she and Emelie were walking from the bar was on account of the location. Caught slap bang in an old part of the city, it hadn't the cachet of trendy stores, upscale dwellings or tourist sights to make it popular. The fact was that the area around them was once the slum setting for the city's fisheries workforce. That industry was a thing of the past and many of the buildings were in the process of renovation, but it was still to all intents and purposes, a seedier than average section. All that being said, it was a small wonder they hadn't been able to hail a cab or find a ride share in the area and so were walking in the direction of the Club, hoping their luck would change.
A voice hailed them from across the darkened street they were walking down. Erica had no idea what was called out, but she was feeling the cold and so was in a belligerent mood.
"Don't go shouting at me, no fucking manners," she yelled back in English, head down as she marched alongside a now chuckling Emelie.
"You really don't care, do you?" Emelie shook her head in wonderment.
"Not when my tits are about to fall off with the cold I don't," Erica muttered darkly.
At that moment, three figures crossed onto their side of the street, hoods up against the cold, it wasn't until they were within a few feet of the two women that their age and ethnicity became clear. All were young, between eighteen and twenty, all were migrants from the dark complexion of their skin. They didn't appear threatening, but this wasn't the best part of the city and while Emelie did have her badge with her, she still hadn't had her service weapon returned to her since it was taken as part of the investigation into her conduct.
"Hey," the youth in the middle hailed them in accented but good English, "You guys American?"
"I am," Erica answered shortly. She and Emelie had stopped walking now, their path blocked by the three strangers.
"Cool, never met an American before. We thought you were...," he broke off, examining Emelie's face closely. "I was right it is her; it is you, right?"
"Who else would it be," Erica said, the sarcasm lost on the young man who chattered on obliviously.
"I knew it, I told you, didn't I?" This he delivered to the two standing on either side of him. "You're the one who shot those two guys right?"
"I am," Emelie answered. Erica thought her response was a little weak and she followed her friend's gaze towards the young black man on the left of the trio. At once, Erica understood what Emelie had noticed before her, the young man bore a striking likeness to the murdered Chima. Not a familial resemblance but close enough that it had clearly upset the young police officer, especially after viewing the trophy photographs that had been taken of the murdered man.
"So, what are you guys doing here?" The young motormouth just couldn't seem to stop talking and Erica's chilled body wasn't getting any warmer as they stood here motionless.
"We are just on our way out," Emelie said.
"Minding our own business, try it sometime," Erica said, taking a half step forward, considering Emelie's response to be downright unhelpful in the situation. The men shuffled apart a little but continued to block their path all the same. The only tangible result being that Chima-lite now stood right beside Emelie and her posture had become stiff at his proximity.
"Ah come on lady, don't be like that. We don't mean any harm. Hey, why don't you let us buy you a drink, yeah? A 'thank you' for what the lady cop did."
"We had a drink, we're good thanks," Erica said. She stamped her feet, not precisely a bull pawing the ground, more to bring feeling back into her toes than to act aggressive.
"If you already had a drink and you are headed out, where are you guys going to? No where around here, that's for sure," Motormouth continued his interrogation, the third man in the group grinning away even when Erica's annoyed stare bounced onto him.
"The Oshun Club," Emelie said. Again, not helpful to Erica's way of thinking as immediately the carriage of the trio changed, all recognizing the unspoken significance of the women's destination. Chima-lite drew closer still to Emelie and Erica suspected, she didn't want to look away to confirm it, but it seemed like he put a hand on her as well.
"Well, you should have said from the start, that's miles away," Motormouth said.
"Let me guess, you're offering us a lift?" Erica's response just made Happy grin all the wider.
"Offering you an alternative." This time it was Chima-lite who spoke and when Erica looked towards him, she saw his hand sitting comfortably on Emelie's ass.
"We'll take it," Emelie said, Erica throwing her eyes up to heaven.
Their new destination was supposably closer but that didn't mean they got there as quickly as Erica would have liked. Chima-lite and Motormouth had taken up positions either side of Emelie, linking arms with her as they walked, Happy tried to take Erica by the hand at first but since she had no intention of removing her hands from the coat pockets they were stuffed into, he'd settled for linking arms with her.
After a couple of minutes walking, Emelie's ass being groped constantly as they proceeded, a dimly lit alleyway became an unscheduled waypoint. Erica found her back against the wall of the alley, Happy's big-toothed mouth pressed firmly against her own as he kissed her impatiently, hands seeking to get inside the layers of clothing she was wearing against the cold. To fend him off, Erica dropped a hand to his crotch, massaging his cock through the front of his jeans. Happy was pleased enough by this to stop his own efforts, in fact he pushed things along by pulling his cock out despite the biting cold.
While Erica stroked the young black cock with her gloved hand and kissed the now happy Happy, Emelie hadn't been as dedicated as Erica in keeping her clothing unviolated. Erica couldn't see it, but Motormouth provided a running commentary all the same.
"Ah shit, lady cop's got a sweet pussy on her, swallowing my fingers like it was made to do just that. That ass as firm as it looks bro? Yeah, I knew when I seen her picture in the papers that she had a sweet body on her. Shit, she just moaning like she sick or hurting for something. Let's get the lady cop someplace warm, fix this shit up proper."
The 'someplace warm' turned out to be another of the city's motels. While more down at heel than the one Erica had provided for Mubarak, it still seemed to be run by judgmental staff. The clerk looked down his nose at Emelie as she handed over the cash for the room, Chima-lite and Motormouth standing just behind her, the latter still talking. The young men had none of Mubarak's foreboding presence so rather than being cowed by the two young men, the clerk looked offended by the situation. Erica didn't think he had much cause to be, the motel clearly the sort of place that rented many of its rooms by the hour.
What the motel lacked in cleanliness; it made up for in the size of the rooms. This one boasted two king-sized beds that had plenty of space between them so that despite there being five adults in the room, it didn't feel in the least bit crowded. Erica's reluctance to be stripped in an alleyway didn't extend to the warmth of a motel room and she managed to get out of her clothes faster than Happy did and that young man was seriously motivated. He had a good body, a better cock and he offered Erica a sense of coming full circle, of closing out the book on her Nordland adventure in the most perfect of ways, cumming hard on a black cock.
They fell onto the bed nearest the door, Emelie and her two admirers taking the other one, limbs intertwining as Happy wormed himself on top of Erica, his tongue finding hers while his hands began playing with her firm tits as if they were the first he'd ever had the opportunity to lay hold of. He only stopped kissing her in order to move down her body, using his mouth to mark his passage. His lips resting on the soft skin of her throat, travelling lower to suckle on first one and then the other of her sensitive nipples. Lower still, a trail of saliva left as he kissed her down the length of her stomach. Even as Erica moaned, stretching her legs apart, she swore the fucker was smiling as wide as ever as his mouth closed over the entrance to her pussy.
"Huu, Huuuh, Holy fuck," Erica moaned, Happy's tongue a match in size to his smile, the powerful muscle slithering deep inside her in undulating movements. The teenager gripped her hips as he ate her out, yet still her ass hovered above the mattress, jerking about as he set her heart to racing with his skill and appetite for her flesh. She was almost sorry when his smirking visage rose from between her thighs, lips slick with the taste of her, almost... because if his tongue was coming out, it meant his cock was going in. Sure enough, Happy pushed her legs up and out, the stiff black cock as rigid as only a young man's could be. Erica began moaning again as soon as it breached her labia, those moans rising in volume and pitch as he fucked her to her first orgasm.
Rather than keep going however, he paused, enjoying the spectacle of Erica writhing on the bed locked in ecstatic abandon.
That wasn't what she needed right now however, what she craved was a remorseless pounding and if the youth couldn't read her want, then Erica would simply have to take matters into her own hands. She wriggled free of him, pawing at him mutely, placing Happy into a seated position at the head of the bed, the old fashioned looking wooden headboard flat against his back. Erica threw a leg over him, taking but a moment to get herself fully in the saddle, the black cock back snugly in place inside her tight white pussy.
At eighteen, Happy wouldn't have had a lot of previous experience, certainly nothing in comparison to the American woman currently mounted on him. For the next twenty minutes, he received not just the fucking of his young life, but an education as well.
Erica set herself to riding him at a furious pace. Her ass slammed down to meet his thighs as she looked to take him deep, hard and fast. The tempo she set caused her tits to shake about, Happy receiving soft blows across his face as they shook across it. The smile he wore wasn't wiped away by this treatment, it just got wider and wider till the corners of his mouth must have ached under the strain.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you... uhhhhh, fuck you," Erica chanted as she rode him. Her pussy was creaming on his big black dick. A white fluid slowly worked down the small amount of cock flesh she couldn't quite fit inside her, oozing down to mat the tight pubic hairs on his nutsack into a damp, dark forest.
The headboard was cracking against the wall now as Erica's herculean efforts had set the entire bed to moving. Happy's smile was finally slipping as he tried to hold off from cumming.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.... Uhh, cuumming, cumming, cumming you big cocked bastard.... Uhh, fuck, fuck, fucking cummming," Erica snarled, her body aching from the effort of taking him for so long, her furious pace bringing him close to delivering his load but for all that he'd lasted far longer than she'd anticipated.
"Cum in me, cum in me.... Uh-huh, uggh, come on, cum... cum in me...," despite her taking rare control, Erica was practically begging for him to seed her, wanting her womb filled with his nut before the strain of riding him got the better of her.
She got her wish, in the very nick of time, his cock funneling a heavy load of sperm into her, Erica's stomach muscles clenching as both climax and cramp hit her. With a contented sigh she fell on top of the young man, his bright smile losing none of its wattage despite the stunned expression on the rest of his face.
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Emelie could hear Erica's happy moans coming from the other bed while she was still half dressed. The reason was that Chima-lite and Motormouth were the ones taking her clothes off and the two teenaged migrants were taking pains to enjoy every moment of it. Four hands roamed at will across her body. Stroking, patting, petting, tweaking, rubbing, driving her mad with desire. All the while the young man who reminded her so much of Chima kept his thoughts to himself, each look he shared with her made Emelie feel guilty for not being able to save him, for the police force she served with such loyalty failing him and so many others like him. That guilt, the ever-present shame within her of betraying Sven, negative feelings that only made her crave sex all the more. She needed the base, primal joy of being used to wash away the plague of self-doubts and recriminations that troubled her kind character.
Motormouth was, strangely enough, an almost welcome distraction from her darker thoughts. When he wasn't telling her what he wanted to do with her, he was exclaiming over the smoothness of her pale body, the softness of her flesh. Emelie had little doubt that she was the first white woman either of the youths had been with.
"Gimme a minute bro, I need a piss before we get to fucking this hot ass lady cop," Motormouth declared. He disappeared towards the toilet, Emelie finally freed from her clothes.
"Fuck waiting on him," Chima-lite said, Emelie agreeing whole heartedly, showing this by scampering onto the bed, getting on all fours before him. He climbed up behind her, slipping a thick block cock into her more than ready pussy. He began fucking her at a leisurely pace, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loose by his side, an arrogant posture as he knew full well, a sign that he was calling the shots here.
"Fuck man, I wanted her first," Motormouth complained as he emerged from the bathroom.
"Not my fault you took so long," he was told in reply.
"You try taking a piss when you're as hard as this," Motormouth offered in explanation. Then he was pushing that same hard cock towards Emelie's face. It looked to be thinner than the one deep in her pussy, but maybe a bit longer. She didn't care. It was big. It was black and it was here. She wrapped her mouth around it and set to sucking.
"Just like that, fuck you hot," he said. "Yeah, you don't need to go to no club if you want good black dick, just come round here and we'll fix you up good anytime you want."
"Cack-gnuhhh-ouff," Emelie spluttered around his length, Chima-lite picking up his game now that Motormouth had arrived, making sure she wasn't forgetting about him while she worshipped his friend's cock with her mouth.
"Give me a taste of that pussy man, I got to know how it feels round my cock. Fucking cunt was squeezing my fingers so tight... got to be a slice of heaven inside her, right?"
"Fine, just shut the fuck up man, you are putting me right off. Let me enjoy this white bitch, yeah?" Chima-lite gave Emelie a firm slap on the ass as he pulled out of her. The two men turned her about so that she began to suck the taste of her pussy from the first young black's cock while Motormouth began fucking her from behind as he stood beside the bed.
"Mmm-mmmhmmm, nuuck-gooup," she moaned, the longer cock of Motormouth getting deep into her, Chima-lite's fat cock filling her mouth as the tip grazed the back of her throat.
With his standing leverage, Motormouth grabbed her hips, slamming in fast and deep, Emelie cumming as he battered her cervix with his unyielding hardness. The orgasm made her jaw drop and she lost the fat cock from between her lips at the same moment that she lost control of her muscles, her body spasming in response to the bone deep pleasure.
"Bitch cop is losing her mind on this shit," Motormouth crowed, raising his hands high as Emelie twerked and shuddered against the cock buried in her.
"Fuck, I was the one got her primed for that. Move your ass, I'm getting back inside her," his friend complained, slapping his cock against the drooling mouth of the blonde woman. With Emelie momentarily out of action from the orgasm, the men moved instead of her. Still reveling in having made her cum, Motormouth laid back on the bed, his cock jutting up like an ebon fleshed leaning tower of Piza, big, impressive, tilting slightly to one side. Recovering her wits, Emelie dropped her mouth over the tip and down the long shaft, slurping loudly as she worked on it with her mouth and one hand.
"Watch an' learn asshole," Chima-lite said, slamming viciously into Emelie. He banged away, the girth of his cock stretching her out, the speed and depth of his thrusts setting her nerve ending into a state of addled excitement. Her pussy was stimulated to a point of excess, her mind likewise. Relief at the outcome of the investigation, doubt, fear and guilt over her conduct both now and over the last week, pleasure... sweaty, torrid, taboo riddled pleasure dominated her senses and sensibilities. She didn't fight it, couldn't fight it, so she gave into it.
"Uhhh...mummhgh... UHHHHHHH, CUMMMINNNGGG!" Emelie spat the black cock out to screech out her condition as if the man fucking her could be in any doubt as her pussy seized onto the fat slab of hard meat pounding in and out of her. Seized it and sought to strangle it as she gripped onto Chima-lite's cock with python-like power.
"Shit yeah, I found this bitch's spot, she all mine now," he declared slamming into her.
"C'mon lady cop," Motormouth said, grabbing her hair at the top of her head. "Let him know you want it, tell the man what you want."
"Uhhh, I want it, I want it. Just... just like that... uhh, so good," she wailed.
"Want to cum on my cock again?" Chima-lite prompted her with another ass slap.
"Uhhh, yessss, yes please," Emelie sobbed, the powerful orgasm only now starting to fall fainter. He began slamming inside her, judging things to perfection, the width of his shaft hitting all the spots, the tip of his cock battering the right one over and over and over.
"Cummmminnnggggg!" came the fresh cry from her lips, declaration and accusation as it was all down to the black cock pounding against her. Once more her pussy tightened on his length and over her own gasping breaths and the noise of Erica in the other bed, Emelie could hear Chima-lite grunt in pleasure.
They had to let up on her, the three orgasms so close together wiping her out for a moment. Emelie found herself being lowered down onto the familiar fat length of Chima-lite's dick as he lay supine along the length of the bed. Even as his cock filled her up, her body was pushed to its limits as Motormouth's cock gatecrashed the party, shoving its considerable bulk into her asshole. The sticky residue of saliva, precum and the copious excretions from her pussy was all the lubrication she got or needed. Her face pressed against the young man under her as her pussy was owned and her ass was reamed mercilessly.
"Get that shit. Bitch is amazing. Never knew white women this crazy. Never thought I'd fall in love with a cop's ass," the dialogue was as unflagging as the two teenagers' cocks. Emelie came, over and over. Her pussy and ass hardly registered the two men seeding her, the signals sent to her brain but it was too overloaded and so much information was lost to her over the twenty minutes of mind melting fucking.
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"Emelie... Emelie? Can you hear me?" For a moment she thought she was back in her bed, her fiancé Sven trying to wake her up after a week of working the night shift. Then the fog lifted, and she recognized Erica's voice.
"Wh-huh?"
"I've got to go. I need to leave now if I am going to catch my flight on time. I still need to get my stuff and check out from the hotel," Erica said patiently.
Emelie got up from the bed, blinking and trying to focus through tired eyes. The physical strain of the last few days had been minimal; it had been the strain of waiting to see what way the investigative board for the police department would come down on her actions that had kept her from sleeping properly since the event. That, and the reoccurring memory of putting a bullet through Erik Berg's forehead. The relief she'd gotten from the multiple orgasms with the two black youths had actually made her pass out.
She checked her watch, seeing she'd been out for maybe twenty minutes. It wasn't that late, but she understood Erica's desire to be on the move, her head already back in the space of locating her missing friend. Emelie wasn't going to argue with her.
"Give me a second, I'll go down to the check-in desk with you, arrange a cab," she said. Knowing Erica wanted to be gone, Emelie grabbed a shower robe that had either faded out from its original grey or had just become soiled over the years from a once pristine white. It was good enough though. She threw it on, closing it at the front with its frayed belt. At the door, she looked back at the three young men they'd allowed to pick them up. All were still naked and looking a little puzzled at the proceedings. She wondered if leaving her clothes and belongings with them in the room was the best idea.
"No messing with my stuff, I will be back in a minute to dress and leave. Don't forget, wasn't that long ago I killed someone," she said, getting a small charge from their expressions before she followed Erica out into the motel corridor. The two women headed to the desk where the clerk was as unhelpful as possible in arranging a lift for Erica. Between their apathy and the scarcity of cabs in the immediate area, it was nearly thirty minutes before Erica and Emelie hugged one last time as they made their farewells.
"Keep in contact, please," Emelie said.
"I will. I promise. Not that many friends in my life that I'm about to get into the habit of forgetting one of them. You've got my numbers, my email. Reach out to me whenever you want help, advice or just a chat," Erica said.
"Bye," Emelie said, waving as her friend closed the door on the cab and it drove off towards her hotel. Suddenly noticing the cold, Emelie stepped back into the motel building, passing by the asshole of a clerk and made her way back towards the room. She figured a quick change, then head back to Sven and rest for the night. It occurred to her that she hadn't even told him of the inquiry board's decision, her first call had been to Erica. No doubt she'd get some flak from him over that but given all she'd done these last days, he was more than entitled to give her a hard time over her behavior.
Reaching the door, she paused to knock, having forgotten to take the key with her. Noticing the door was slightly ajar she let out a tense breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. 'Looks like they have gone,' Emelie thought to herself, happy to have been spared the inevitable onslaught of verbal diarrhea from the young man Erica had told her she'd dubbed 'Motormouth'. She pushed open the door, her steps inside faltering after just two paces as she saw in fact that not only had the three young men not left, but they had also instead been joined by friends.
There were now seven young black men in the room and where it had appeared quite spacious before, the addition of the extra four, tall, well-built migrant men suddenly made Emelie feel a little claustrophobic. At least she hoped that was what the sudden tightening sensation in her stomach signified.
"What's going on here," she said, trying to sound and look authoritative while wearing a ratty looking shower robe over her naked body.
"I think you know exactly what's going on here." The speaker was surprisingly not Motormouth. It was instead one of the new arrivals, a hulking young man who might have just seen his eighteenth birthday going by his face, but his physical appearance with muscles bulging beneath a tight white t-shirt gave him an older look. He also carried off the authoritative bearing that she'd struggled to affect with maddening ease. Little wonder that Motormouth was keeping quiet for a change.
"I know what you
think
is going on here. But you're wrong. It was fun, but I'm done with you now," Emelie said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, except we aren't done with you," the Hulk said matter of factly. He tugged his shirt off and his physique was even more impressive without the thin layer of cotton covering it. He began pulling his pants down, the three other newcomers following his lead. Dispersed among the group, the original three migrant youths had already recovered from their time with Erica and Emelie, their cocks recharged and hard.
"You know I'm a cop... I mean a police officer, right? Even if I wasn't, you need to understand, when a woman says no, that's it, it's no," she said, her eyes all but bulging from their sockets as she tried to take in the sheet volume of naked black flesh now on display in front of her.
"Sure, makes sense," said the Hulk. His cock was semi rigid, and he was stroking it towards full hardness as he took a few steps towards her. The fact that the lump of black man-meat he was rubbing looked big even in his massive hands and against the backdrop of his oversized frame meant it was simply enormous. He came to a stop in front of her, Emelie steeling herself against the silent intimidation generated by his proximity. "Woman says no, it's no. I get it. So go on... say no."
Her lips twitched. She swallowed, tried again, her mouth actually opening this time. But no sound emerged. The Hulk reached out, tugging at the robes belt just beneath her folded arms. Then his big hands firmly, but gently, took her arms and uncrossed them so they fell to either side of her. Emelie went to repeat her protest a third time. She tried a mindfulness exercise, trying to pay attention to the now and what she wanted to achieve in it. She attempted the technique where she'd not focus on the problem for a moment and instead on details in the background. Smells in the room, colors of the curtains, the feel of the clothing against her skin.
That last one caught her out as the Hulk slipped his hands, palms down, over the front of her collarbone and to either side in order to push the robe she wore off of her shoulders. The sensation of his hands on her flesh meant that when she attempted to say 'no' for the third time, all she managed to produce was:
"Eeeep."
"Thats what I thought," he said, the robe sliding from her body. He was so close that he filled her field of vision and still, her police trained senses were making her aware of the approaching young men behind him. They fanned out to encircle her, closing in then so that Emelie was surrounded by their hard bodies. And the hardness of these young men wasn't purely their bodies and cocks; she knew a street gang when she saw one. An argument could have been made that the original three youths had simply been a small group of friends out for an evening. Now Emelie knew from their numbers and the lack of fear and respect they had for her as an agent of law and order that they were one of the myriads of small criminal gangs that were a plague on the unhappier sections of the city. She could say that she'd lost control of this situation, but the sad truth was she'd never held any influence in this room from the moment she'd entered with Erica.
The gang leader, the hulking young black man, still had his hands on her shoulders and he began to press on them. She felt herself beginning to kneel but she hadn't read his intentions for her correctly. One of the other gang members standing behind her took her by the waist and Emelie determined that they wished her to bend forward instead, and with no other choices available to her, she did their bidding. Hands began to roam unrestrained over her body, no part of it seeming to be off limits. Even as the Hulk guided his huge cock into her mouth, Emelie found hands groping her ass, running over her back, reaching out to cup and squeeze her breasts as they hung towards the floor. She'd never been the focus of so much concentrated attention before, and it was as exhilarating as it was unnerving to her. Even so, Emelie reached out to either side of her, taking a fresh cock in each hand and stroking their lengths while she gagged on the one in her mouth.
Fingers found their way inside her, two sausage-like digits pressing into her pussy that confirmed her body's uncomplicated response to her plight, the fingers finding her to be wet and eager for their introduction. The stimulation from so many caresses, gentle and firm, brought her to the brink of orgasm with a speed that was a blow to her pride, her self-respect. The importance of establishing an emotional connection, something she'd previously sought in any physical act, just didn't register with her anymore. What compelled her now was a pure craving for the physical act itself.
Not that there was anything pure to be found in what was occurring in the dingy motel room as Emelie became the still center of a revolving ring of black cocks. She'd suck on one, jerk on two others before some signal would be given and the men would shuffle a few paces to the left, a fresh cock appearing before her lips, ready for its turn in her mouth and throat. It wasn't until the unmistakable cock of the gang leader was once again bobbing before her eyes that she realized she'd worked her way through all seven of the black shafts.
"Akua," the big teen spoke. "Put on some music, time to see if this cop's pussy is a killer like the rest of her. She couldn't see which young man turned on the small portable speaker they must have brought with them because Emelie found herself pulled in tight to the Hulk's chest, crushed against it while his brutish face crowded against her own, his lips and tongue impatient as they crushed against her mouth. Then music began to fill the room, a song she was well aware of, having heard it half a hundred times being played by young men exactly like these when she or her colleagues would show up in uniform.
"Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground"
NWA's lyrics causing the men in the room with her to stand just a little bit straighter, their young faces turning a touch harsher.
"Fuk de po-leesh," the Hulk grunted into her face and Emelie was sent staggering backwards and onto the bed.
For the next... she couldn't think of it in terms of hours although of course that was what it was, it just felt like an eternity while it was happening... Emelie became the plaything of these seven teenagers.
She clearly remembered how it began, falling onto her back, the Hulk moving with shocking agility to fall between her legs, a big black cock leading the charge as it pierced her soaked pussy like a finger tearing through wet paper. The precipice should have been tottering on, skirting a fresh orgasm, it disappeared from underneath her and Emelie plummeted into a chasm of ecstasy as she came in waves against the huge cock pounding inside her.
"MMFHAH, Hnnha, ahhh, ahhh, fuck... uhhh, fuck, ahhhhh!" A flood of orgasms poured from inside her as the dam of passion was breached, the effect as ungovernable as the man who'd breached it, Emelie's grunting wails of passion only stilling when Motormouth got on the bed beside her, sliding his cock between her lips and over her tongue.
"You know, you did the community a service killin' those guys Officer Vikander," Motormouth said, hand stroking her blonde hair. "Now you are gonna
service
the community." He gave a thin chuckle, letting it fade when no-one else joined in, attempting to save face after this by gripping her hair tight and fucking her mouth. That seemed to be the signal for the others to begin piling in and it was from that point on that Emelie began to find the events of the night becoming mixed up and disjointed in her memory.
It felt like the core of her was being dug into by the cock that slammed in and out. The aggressive fucking style of the gang leader had brought her to climax two more times before he took a break, still yet to finish himself. Emelie found herself being lowered onto a long cock that pushed into her ass instead of her drooling snatch, a grinning teen on either side of her helping to guide her onto the ebony anal invader. Once she'd managed to push past the discomfort and had begun to ride it, those same youths held her steady while she jerked on their stiff members, still damp from when she'd sucked them. The cocks in her hands departed, only for one of them to reappear at the entrance to her pussy.
"Ready to take two cocks, eh? You ready cop?"
"Uhh, yes... yes... do it... please," she said, staring into the young man's face as he fed a second black dick into her slender body. Her legs were held up by another's hands, yet another dark face appearing beside her, savagely kissing her before Emelie found her mouth being fucked as thoroughly as her ass and cunt. She came. Hard. So very hard. Someone came in her pussy before she was twisted into another position, that memory was strong in her mind, but she couldn't recall the face that would have leered at her when it did.
When she was pushed onto all fours, a massive wedge of black meat splitting her poor ass till it was overstuffed, that was when the jeering began.
"She's humping back onto it... fucking slut... gonna work the bitch all night... like the bitch in heat... whore... cunt cop... flashing her badge like she somethin' special, only thing she should flash is that ass... good lil slut..."
Three cocks, using her ass, pussy and throat, mounted on a cock buried deep in her pussy while her ass was raised high and used rough. Fucked on her side, looking at an actual audience of black faces who watched her reach another gibbering orgasm while they recovered from spilling their seed inside her. For Emelie, there was no rest or relief, the closest she got to either was when it was just one juvenile offender taking full advantage of her body.
"Pussy's a beast... takes every inch and comes back for more... dumb blonde cunt... cock drunk and beggin' to cum... nasty freaky bitch."
Back pinned to a wall in the room, legs wrapped around the waist of the black man fucking her, mouth open in yet another wordless scream as she came, her voice now a hoarse whisper, as worn out as the orifices in her body. Each of the seven migrant teens had cum by now, at least twice each, though she'd only been able to guess at that from the volume of seed that had been splattered on her and sunk deep inside her.
It seemed never ending, Emelie existing is a haze of sexual pleasure so mind altering that she was indistinguishable from a heroin addict, strung out instead on the Dopamine that flooded her system. Yet two incidents during the night had carried enough momentum to pierce the veil of hedonism that muddled her thoughts.
The first had come when she was impaled on a black cock in her ass while a second cock plundered her pussy. The man fucking her pussy was called Nalo, Emelie only learning his name because he kept referring to himself in the third person.
"Yeah, Nalo fuckin' your pussy good, fuckin' destroyin' it," he'd grunt as he ploughed into her.
Through the ceaseless soundtrack of rap music, her own moans and the voices of the men around her, she'd been aware for a while of a 'pinging' sound that she knew she recognized but couldn't quite seize on the significance of it. Then Motormouth had approached her, his cock half flaccid after ejaculating in her mouth shortly before.
"Who's Sven?" He held up Emelie's phone.
'Jesus Christ no!' Her mind screamed in pure hysteria as her two worlds threatened to collide.
"A... uhh, a friend," she answered between Nalo's thrusts and the unnamed cock stretching her ass.
"Yeah? Your
friend
sent you maybe fifteen texts in de last hour," Motormouth said. "Maybe I should text him back?"
"Noooo! No, uhhh, please... please... it's my fiancé. You... uh-uh-uh, you can't, can't let him know," she moaned piteously.
"Shit... the fucker's a cop as well, look, he callin' right now," Motormouth said, holding the phone up and turning around so that everyone got a look at the picture of Sven in his formal uniform that Emelie used on her phone as the screen lit up with an incoming call.
Nalo snatched the phone from Motormouth's hand and held it towards Emelie, just out of reach of her hands that thrashed towards it. He held it so that she could see Sven's face as Nalo redoubled his efforts in fucking her.
"Sven, Sveeennn," Nalo said in a mocking, sing-song voice. "Svveennn, your slut is cumming on Nalo's black cock Sven. Her pussy strangling Nalo's meat, she squeezin' that cunt round Nalo cos you aint worth shit in the bedroom motherfucker." Emelie felt a prickle of tears forming at the humiliation but then she found herself orgasming, the tears unshed and quickly forgotten as the call ended, a final pinging sound as Sven left a message on her voicemail.
The other moment came later. The Hulk, real name Uba, had taken sole possession of her while the others rested. His big cock was hitting the special spots inside of Emelie, pushing her inexorably towards yet another orgasm. She thought her own young body had been wrung dry of all vestiges of orgasmic material, and yet there she was again, breath catching in her throat as she felt a spiraling thread of ecstasy begin to weave a pattern in her. Starting in the base of her stomach, the thread roved through her slender form, linking the core of it in her stomach to the throb in her nipples, the tingling in the palms of her hands, the quivering ache in her clit, the palpitate of the pulse in her throat.
It was fortunate that she was lying down as her legs wouldn't have been capable of keeping her upright at that moment. They'd somehow ended up on the floor at the foot of the bed, Emelie having no recollection of how that had happened, Uba spooning her with his huge cock alternating between grinding into her balls deep and hammering into her in a spate of angry thrusts.
"Lovin' gettin' fucked like this aren't ya?"
"Hnnng, Hnnng, yes! Uh, uh, uh, uh," she moaned in answer. His thick arm curled around her throat as he rolled his pelvis, dragging and driving the oversized dick within the stretch tunnel of her vagina.
"You love gettin' this snow-white Viking ass tapped by black cock doncha?"
"Gu-uh, uh, yes, yes I love it, uh." She was so close to cumming now. Her eyes that had been half closed as the pleasure built, flicked open into a wide-eyed stare as she saw a number of the watching teens were standing over the fucking couple, phones in their hands as they recorded her, laughing and talking as they did.
"Hard to see her killin' anyone... so much for the bad ass lady cop... Uba de man... broke that bitch an' good... watcha think, Sven gonna be raisin' Uba's baby... heh-heh."
Uba heard it all as well and somehow the talk of a baby, pregnancy, it set him off and Emelie just reverted to her most primal state, howling and thrashing on the floor as she was fucked into a state of blissful delirium. Uba emptying his latest load into her womb to the cheers of his friends and the primordial grunting of Emelie Vikander.
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She woke only when the pounding of a fist on the motel door became impossible to ignore any longer. Emelie was the room's sole occupant, the young men having left while she was passed out. Barely mobile, she somehow managed to stagger from the bed to the door, opening it a crack to see the pissed off face of the motel clerk.
"Times up. Pay for another twelve hours or get your whore ass out of the room." He didn't bother to add an 'or else' just turning on his heel and striding away. Emelie closed the door and tried to take stock of what had happened and what the fallout was.
Physically, she was a mess. Forgetting the sperm that had dried out in patches all over her, there was a lot of bruises besmirching her fair skin as well. Nothing malicious really, just the bumps and scrapes that come with energetic sex with multiple partners. A bruise where her ass hit the wall too hard while being fucked against it, a pattern over her stomach, breasts, arms and legs from overly zealous groping and the teenagers restraining her. One or two and there'd be a chance Sven could miss them. This many?
She'd need to either stay dressed around him or come up with some magnificently detailed story.
Thinking of Sven made her remember her phone. It sat on top of her clothes, her wallet beside it. The wallet was the first thing she checked, a relieved chuckle when she saw they'd left her ID and bank cards but had taken the small amount of cash she'd been carrying. The phone seemed ok, she checked call logs and texts, plenty incoming from Sven but none outgoing, so they hadn't fucked her over with her fiancé at least. There was a message from an unfamiliar number, and when she checked it Emelie found that one of the youths had texted her footage of herself being fucked by Uba. Her first inclination was to delete it, then she decided to forward it by email to her private account.
She figured she had ten minutes before the clerk returned, which was just enough time to shower. Stepping under the spray, ignoring the fact that it was barely lukewarm, she began soaping away all traces of her infidelity. A good breakfast, a full day of sleep and by the time Sven got back from his shift, she'd be in good condition to string together whatever lies he needed to hear to keep him happy.
Long term, it wasn't really the way she wanted to live, Emelie found no comfort in the ease she was learning to keep her professional life, her personal life and her secret life in separate lanes. Last night was a one-time deal, but she knew her growing obsession was far from done. For one thing, the unfinished business of Bediako and the Oshun Club was still in her mind, despite the fucking she'd just gone through. Erica leaving had been a blow, Emelie once again the sole guardian of her taboo cravings.
But they'd made Nordland a safer place, for once not a piece of hyperbole trotted up by the PR department of the police force. Now she had a reputation within the force, a possible award, perhaps a promotion, all of which gave her hope for her future even as she stepped out of the shower, an impatient knock on the door showing her that, for now, time was up.
Erica and Emelia will return in the 'Tracking Evil' and 'Interracial Liaison Officer' series....
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Ownership of Ms. Beck
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https://www.literotica.com/s/ownership-of-ms-beck
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Reluctance/NonConsent
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Stacy Beck always kept her curly red hair pulled back into a loose pony tail at work. She felt that is helped her student take her more seriously. She was only twenty-six, short, covered in freckles, and taught English at Hoffman High School. She wasn't stupid, knew what she was up against. Most of her students were less than a decade younger than her, and weren't predisposed to take her seriously. She was a diminutive woman, standing only four feet nine inches tall, but what she lacked in physical size she more than made up for in her oversized personality, and that personality often soured when she wasn't given the proper respect that her position demanded. She had been teaching in the school for two years, and had earned a reputation for being a hard nose rule follower. She felt that she had not only grown into the job, but that she was doing something of value that made a lasting impact on the lives of her student.
Her bright blue eyes were always darting quickly around the room from behind her thick-rimmed glasses, tracking the faces of her students, looking for any questions that they may not ask, trying to keep everyone engaged.
By day, Ms. Beck poured her heart into her work, doing all she could to inspire her students, as she tried to teach a love for the language through their own writing and through the works of authors she was inspired by. She cared deeply for her students' growth, and would spend countless extra hours devoted to helping anyone who was putting forth real effort but was falling short.
Off the clock, Stacy was a hopeless romantic. A shy, submissive soul with an open mind, eager to explore. She was single, secretly desperate for a deep connection and thrilling intimacy, and long for a serious romantic relationship.
Her last relationship had ended just before her college graduation. Rex had said that he couldn't see a future with her, and that had just been that. Three years together had ended with a text, and he had never spoken to her again. She had been devastated, still crying as she walked the stage to get her diploma.
Rex had always been cruel to her, though, in one way or another. He would make plans and ghost her, he'd have dinner with her and then just leave the restaurant without telling her so that she sat at the table alone when the check arrived, he even once made her walk to his house to meet him for a date, and when she arrived he roughly stripped her down, had violent and painful sex with her, and then threw her out of his house, yelling at her to walk back home. Such things became increasing common, as he treated her body as an object he owned, and interacted with him socially without any regard for her feelings, hurting her or abandoning her without so much as a second thought. She had been in love though, or so she'd told herself, and to her love was above everything, so nothing he did ever made a dent in her devotion to him.
Not even when his sexual proclivities turned decidedly rough, and overly dominant, had she even considered questioning him in the slightest. She simply accepted it, even learned to crave it over time, because she loved him and didn't want to be without him. So, when he sent her a text to end things between them, for her it was like falling off a cliff. Her world had ended. But, as is the case in almost all breakups, she survived. Then, one foot in front of the other, she slowly began to more forward without him, eventually forging a new path, her own path. A path that led her, years later, in a different city entirely, to be sitting at her desk in her home office, in front of her laptop, scared out of her mind, her loneliness finally able to eclipse both her shyness and anxiety.
Her fingers had trembled as she uploaded a picture - a playful, slightly mischievous grin peeking from behind her thick-rimmed glasses. The site, "Submissive Hearts," a fetish and kink themed online dating platform, promised a world beyond her shy exterior, a world where the rough edges Rex had left behind could finally find a strangely satisfying counterpart.
With shaking fingers, Stacy had meticulously crafted her kink themed online profile, a stark contrast to her carefully curated classroom persona. Here, she wasn't Ms. Beck the buttoned-down professional high school English teacher, she was "ShyEyesSub," a romantic submissive seeking a meaningful connection.
Over the first few days she had been inundated with messages. It was flattering at first, but then it became clear that most of the "messages" were just pictures of average to shocking below average penises protruding from tufts of untamed hair, usually below quite large and sagging guts. Even those who sent actual words were often quick to stop talking to her when immediate sexual contact did not appear to be on the table. Disappointment wasn't a big enough word for how she viewed the site and her interactions there. She had seen the potential of what the site could offer, and the reality of it left her feeling worse than before she'd signed up and made her profile. That was when he came along, and everything changed.
His user name was "Your New Master." And over three weeks, and tens of thousands of words, he captivated her with his surprisingly deep, insightful messages. He seemed to genuinely understand her longing for connection, her need for a dominant partner, even her unspoken fears. They spent months messaging back and forth, and she came to rely on him as a part of her life, even if she had yet to meet him in person. His words wove their spell on her, and she, intoxicated by this newfound intimacy, sent had sent him all the pictures, and then videos, that he'd asked for, her face clearly visible in each one. The vulnerability had felt thrilling, terrifying, and exquisitely intoxicating all at once.
Then it happened. It had been sudden, and shocking. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, and Stacy, who had been lost in the illusion of connection, found that she had, fact, been unknowingly teetering on the precipice of her carefully constructed world collapsing.
She re-read the message from "Your New Master." It was different for so many reasons. It was colder, harder. It contained facts, as chilling as they were revealing: "I am Adam Stone. A Senior as Hoffman High School where you teach. I'm in your English Literature class."
The blood drained from Stacy's face. The romantic fantasy shattered, replaced by a gut-wrenching dread. Adam, that vacant boy, with his shy demeanor and thoughtful eyes, had been a below average student, sitting in the back row of her last class of the day, all year. Try as she might she just never could find a way to motivate him, or draw him out of his shell, and he was seriously in danger of failing her class. Now, though, he had somehow meticulously built a deceptive online persona, and had manipulated her to extract her deepest secret vulnerabilities and could now exploit them.
His next words hit her like hammers: "Unless you want all of the messages, pictures, and videos that you've sent me, your student, to be passed on to the Principal, School Board, PTA, and posted publicly for all of the students and the media to see, then you are going to do everything I tell you to do, and become my personal private property, like you said you were for you last boyfriend. You said you hated to admit how much you loved being treated that way, so I'm going treat you exactly how you love to be. I am deleting this profile. All communication going forward will be in person, or via text message."
His words were a venomous threat. He had the power to ruin her - her career, her reputation, her life. He was now wielding her intimate messages, pictures, and videos like weapons, and demanding complete obedience. The digital world, which initially promised liberation, had instead delivered her into a prison that it had helped her create. A twisted power dynamic had emerged from the ashes of her romantic desires, a horrific game of cat and mouse with terrifying stakes. The reality far surpassed anything from her wildest, darkest fantasies - this was not a thrilling exploration of her desires; it was a nightmare.
Stacy stared at the screen, the playful grin from her profile picture mocking her. Her carefully constructed world, her carefully cultivated life, was crumbling. Even the air in the room now felt colder, heavier, as if the weight of her secret shame was pressing down, crushing her spirit. The carefully constructed walls of her safe space were shattered, and her carefully planned existence was suddenly at the mercy of an eighteen-year-old boy who had expertly exploited her deepest vulnerabilities and her longing for connection.
The romantic notion of finding a dominant but romantic partner had morphed into a terrifying threat against everything in her life, even her livelihood itself. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that it was her own choices that had led her down this path. Now Adam had cornered her, and was offering only one horrifying outcome. An outcome that had less to do with romantic fulfillment and more to do with a brutal lesson in the perils of unchecked vulnerability in the digital age.
She had to deal with this. She had to address it head on, no matter how daunting it was, or how unstable she felt now, having the security of a connection she had thought was real and that she had invested herself into, pulled away in such a traumatizing way. She picked up her phone and typed out a text.
Stacy: adam, this is ms. beck. I was wondering if you have a few minutes to talk later, maybe tomorrow? I have given your demands some thought and need to make the situation clear.
Adam: What?
Stacy: adam, it's stacy beck, your english teacher. i think we need to talk. it should just take a few mins.
She waited an hour, and then two, her mind spinning out of control, her imagination feeding her ever worst-case scenario it could come up with. It was two hours and forty-three minutes later when Adam decided to reply to her, and by now she had lost her grip on the professionalism that she had wanted to hand this situation with.
Adam: What did you want to talk about, Stacy?
Stacy: Submissive Hearts, the site. your demands. I'm kinda freaking out, tbh. I've been thinking a LOT about what you said. This is very serious. Can we meet and talk after school tomorrow? Like, 4ish?
Adam: You're sounding awfully casual now, Ms. Beck. Did something change?
Stacy: um, no?
Stacy: just trying to be chill, you know?
Stacy: I'm still super stressed about all this
Adam: Chill? Since when do you use words like that? You know we all call you Ms. Prim and Proper, right? LOL
Stacy: omg, u guys do?
Stacy: well, i can be chill! i swear!
Stacy: i'm trying to be more relatable? is that the right word?
Stacy: plus, like, the less formal, the better, right? especially now.
Stacy: so, um, 4pm tomorrow still good?
Adam: You want me to stay after class? Aren't you afraid that I'll "try something" on school grounds? That's what you said for months that you were afraid of... afraid a student would try to take advantage of you because of your size. LOL I already told you all that needs to be talked about, anyway. You're my property. I said it, and I mean it, if you tell me no... your secrets all go public. We can still talk, but that's just how it is... non-negotiable.
Stacy: no no no, not at school!
Stacy: i meant, like, on the phone or something?
Stacy: i'm not dumb, adam!
Stacy: and i get it, you're serious
Stacy: i'm just trying to figure out how to do this, you know?
Stacy: without, like, losing EVERYTHING
Stacy: so, yeah, def not at school!
Stacy: phone call at 4? plz?
Adam: No
Stacy: no?
Stacy: but why not?
Stacy: we really need to talk this out!
Stacy: is there another time that works better?
Stacy: or another way we can talk?
Adam: No. No call. You can give me your address and I can meet you at your place, or I can meet you in your classroom, but I'm not doing any stupid phone calls.
Stacy: my place? um, i don't think so
Stacy: and the classroom is totally out!
Stacy: i'm really not trying to be difficult, i swear!
Stacy: but both of those are, like, super risky!
Stacy: is there any way we can just talk this out on the phone?
Stacy: or even, like, video chat? that way you know i'm not recording anything?
Stacy: i'm just trying to find a way that works for both of us!
Stacy: plz don't make this harder than it already is!
Adam: Video chats can be recorded, too, dumbass... but I'm not worried about you recording me. I'm the victim in our little scenario, in the eyes of the school, and society. You're the adult. You have everything to lose, and I have nothing at risk... so record away. In the meantime, I think that the school board would love to see that video you made with the vibrator on your clit and the dildo in your asshole, the one where you sounded all pathetic as you kept begging me "Master, may I cum, please?" over and over... I bet it would put you in the running for teacher of the year...
Stacy: omg, please don't! i'm begging you!
Stacy: i'll do whatever you want!
Stacy: just please don't show anyone that video!
Stacy: what do you want me to do? tell me!
Stacy: i'll do anything, just please don't ruin my life!
Adam: Send me your address
Stacy: are you sure there's no other way?
Stacy: like, anything else?
Stacy: i'm really not comfortable with you coming to my place!
Stacy: but if that's the only way.
Stacy: fine.
Stacy: it's
[Address redacted]
Stacy: plz don't hurt me
Stacy: and plz don't tell anyone about this!
Stacy: i'm trusting you!
Adam: Don't hurt you? LOL Your profile I found on that kink site said you liked to be hurt.
Stacy: ok. that's not exactly what i meant!
Stacy: i mean, yeah, i have "interests," you saw that. you know.
Stacy: but that doesn't mean i want to be, like, actually hurt!
Stacy: there's a big difference between fantasy and reality!
Stacy: plz don't twist my words!
Stacy: just come over and we can talk, okay?
Stacy: and maybe we can figure out a way to find a solution, to make this work.
Stacy: without anyone getting hurt. physically, financially, or emotionally.
Adam: Now I've got this text message saved... where my English teacher... who is a member of kink sites, likes to be hurt, and posts sexy nudes, not to mention meets students and sends them anal masturbation videos where she calls them "master" and begs for their permission to cum... and now gives out her hone address and invites those students over... You just keep digging this hole, don't you Ms. Beck?
Stacy: omg, i know, i know!
Stacy: i'm such an idiot!
Stacy: i'm making everything worse!
Stacy: i don't know even know what i'm doing!
Stacy: i'm just so scared and confused!
Stacy: plz, can we just forget that anything happened?
Stacy: i'll do whatever you want, just tell me what to do!
Stacy: and please, please don't use those texts against me! i'm begging you!
Stacy: i just want this to be over!
Adam: So my super strict English teacher... who has been a bitch to me all year... is now begging me? LOL She says that she will now do whatever I want? LOL This is too good. Ok, all that I have goes public in the next fifteen minutes unless you send me a pic of you with that prominently shows that dildo in your asshole, and you are holding up a note that says "Adam, I wish it was your cock"... Make it happen little teacher-slave, or I get my revenge for how awful you've treated me in school all year...
Stacy: oh god, oh god, oh god!
Stacy: you're serious, aren't you?
Stacy: but that's so humiliating!
Stacy: i can't believe you're making me do this!
Stacy: but i don't want you to ruin my life!
Stacy: okay
Stacy: okay, i'll do it! just give me a minute!
Stacy: i need to find the dildo, and write the note, and take the pic.
Stacy: oh god, i can't believe i'm doing this!
Stacy: but i have no choice, do i?
Stacy: okay, here goes nothing.
Stacy:
[Photo of Ms. Stacy Beck, laying on her back and looking down her body into the camera, her skirt flipped up and panties pulled to the side, with a large black dildo in her asshole. Her blue eyes are glossy, and damp behind her glasses, and she is holding up a piece of paper that has words written on it in Sharpie: "Adam, I wish it was your cock"]
Stacy: plz, tell me that's enough!
Stacy: plz don't ask me to do anything else!
Stacy: plz don't show anyone that pic! i'm begging you, Adam!
Stacy: i've done what you asked! now please, just leave me alone!
Adam: Okay... I've attached that photo you just sent to this little email:
"Principal Scott,
I'm writing to advise you of an odd photo I just received from Ms. Beck, my English teacher. All year she has treated me poorly and given me bad grades that I don't feel that I've deserved. Lately she's been keeping me after class in the afternoons, and I felt something was odd, as she was hinting that there might be a way for me to bring up my grades, but never saying what it was. Then today she sent me her home address and this photo. What do you think I should make of that, sir?
-Adam Reynolds
Hoffman High Student"
Stacy: no! no no no!
Stacy: you can't! you promised!
Stacy: you said you wouldn't show anyone!
Stacy: you lied to me!
Adam: I didn't say that, you did. I didn't promise anything.
Stacy: please, Adam, don't do this!
Stacy: i'll do anything! anything at all! just please don't send that email! i'm begging you!
Stacy: i'll quit my job! i'll leave town!
Stacy: just please don't ruin my life! i'm begging you, Adam!
Stacy: please, please, please!
Stacy: i'm on my knees, begging you! don't do this to me!
Adam: Maybe I'll come over, now that I have the address, and let you keep begging... on your knees... maybe see how good an "oral argument" you can make...
Stacy: no! please, no! don't come here!
Stacy: i'm begging you! i'm scared! i don't want you here!
Stacy: please, just stay away from me!
Stacy: i'll do whatever you want, but please don't come here! i'm terrified!
Stacy: just tell me what you want me to do! i'll do anything! but please, don't come here!
Stacy: please, Adam, i'm begging you! don't hurt me! i'm so scared!
Stacy: please, just leave me alone!
Adam: I thought you said you liked being hurt, didn't you? I can show you the message
where you said it. I saved all the messages you sent me on the site. But, now... it's weird... Now, you seem so confused, Ms. Beck. I'm on my way over. You can do that begging on your knees in front of me, and we can see how far your "I'll do anything" will go. And don't bother telling me no. You and I both know that you don't have the power to back up any "no" that you might want to throw out there. You might want to keep that dildo up your ass until I get there, too. After your mouth does some begging, down there on your knees, I think your asshole might get to do some begging, too.
Stacy: no no NO!
Stacy: this can't be happening! I feel trapped!
Stacy: i'm so scared! please, Adam, don't do this! you have to stop!
Stacy: i don't want you here! i'm begging you! i'll do anything! but please, don't hurt me!
Stacy: i'm so, so scared! i don't want this!
Stacy: please, just go away! leave me alone! i'm begging you, Adam!
Stacy: please, have mercy! don't do this to me!
Adam: Your profile on that kink site literally had the words: "I just want a man who can hurt me how I like to be hurt, and then hold me, showing me that I'm his." Those were your words... so now... I think I'm gonna hurt that asshole of yours the way you told me you liked to have it hurt, and then I'm gonna hold you, and show you that you're mine.
Stacy: no, that's not what i meant! that was just a fantasy! i didn't mean it like this!
Stacy: please, Adam, you don't understand!
Stacy: i'm scared! i don't want this! please, just go away!
Stacy: leave me alone! i'm begging you! i'm not strong enough for this!
Stacy: please, don't do this to me! i'm terrified! please, just stop!
Stacy: i can't take it anymore! i'm begging you, Adam! please, have mercy!
Stacy: don't hurt me! i'm so, so scared! please, just go away! leave me alone! i can't do this!
Stacy: please, just stop! i'm begging you!
Stacy: please...
Adam: Shut up! Stop texting! I'm at your door. Answer it!
Stacy clutched her phone, sweat beading on her palms. The text message glared back at her. Then she heard the knock. She inhaled sharply and held her breath.
Adam had crossed the line from online threats of exposer to outright terror. She'd begged him to stop, confessed her fear, pleaded for him to leave her alone. Now, the chilling reality of his proximity sent a shiver down her spine, a primal fear that transcended the simple threat of blackmail. Then the knock came again, harder and more insistent.
Her phone dinged with another text.
Adam: Answer the goddamn door, Ms. Beck, or I send that email.
She began sobbing, sure that he could hear her from outside.
After a long moment she stood and moved to the door, feeling like she was being pulled by some force outside herself toward the inevitable, toward her impending doom.
When she got to the door she unlocked it, and then tried to steady herself as best she could. Then she grasped the knob tightly, turned it, and pulled the creaking door open slowly. His hand was suddenly on the door, pushing it open faster, revealing her to him as he'd never seen her before. She was small, and scared, and weak, the confidence of being his teacher, able to push him around in her own classroom was missing and in its place was a scared, submissive aura that he found delicious. He smirked smugly as she pulled her trembling hand back from the door.
Silence hung between them as they both adapted to their new reality. Stacy stood staring at him, her body shaking involuntarily as she obviously tried to hold back her sobs. Her eyes were red and swollen. She didn't speak. She just looked at him with what he thought was a mixture of fear and resignation.
Finally, he pushed her backward into her living room as he stepped inside her apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. He looked around the room, absently taking it in, before fixing his gaze down on her, his six-foot stature towering over petite four-foot-nine frame. Then he smiled as he smugly spoke.
"You've got a nice place here, Ms. Beck," he said before breaking eye contact and casually strolling over to her couch.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and then dropped them, along with his underwear. When he turned to face her his hard cock was standing out in front of him, pointing accusingly at her, while his satisfied smile remained plastered across his face. Then he sat down on her couch, his bare ass cheeks on the throw blanket her grandmother had given her as a housewarming present.
"Why don't you come on over here--on your knees, like you said--and keep begging me, with your mouth... show me that you'll do anything, like you said," he suggested smugly, and then with a crueler edge to his voice he added, "Now!"
She flinched at his harsh tone, her eyes now wide with terror. She hesitated for a moment, her body still trembling, and then slowly, agonizingly, she got down on her knees. Her gaze remained fixed on the floor, as tears silently streamed down her face. Then she began to move, crawling forward, her movements jerky and uncertain, until she was where he had directed her, kneeling in front of him.
"I... I'm... I'm sorry..." she said, her voice barely a whisper, choked with sobs. "I'll... I'll do anything... just... please... don't... don't hurt me..."
She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against his thigh, then she hesitated again. Her eyes darted up to meet his for a fleeting second, filled with a mixture of fear and shame. Then she took a shaky breath and lowered her head, her lips hovering just inches away from his cock.
Her mind was a spinning storm. This was Adam, her student, an underachiever she had spent the whole year trying and failing to motivate, and he was now sitting in her house half naked, giving her order. But he was also the dominant man who she'd been chatting with for months online, who she had grown comfortable with and shared her most degrading and humiliating experiences and fantasies with. Adam's blackmail threats terrified her, and now the nudity and commands had activated something else entirely within her, and she was coming apart in real time, on the floor in front of the first cock that she'd seen in person in more than two years.
"Please... just... tell me what you want... I'll do it... I promise..." she said softly.
"Keep begging." he replied. "But do it with my cock in your mouth."
A sob wracked Stacy's body, and she flinched back slightly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and revulsion. She closed her eyes tightly, tears squeezing out from beneath her lids. After a long, agonizing pause, she slowly leaned forward again, her lips trembling as she hesitantly reached out and took his cock into her mouth.
Her movements were jerky and uncertain, her body stiff with resistance. She kept her eyes tightly shut, focusing on holding back the sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. After a few moments, she began to move her mouth, her movements awkward and hesitant, clearly repulsed by what she's doing, but determined to obey. Tears continued to stream down her face, mixing with the saliva that had started to pool in her mouth. She made a small, whimpering sound, her body shaking with suppressed sobs, and then she began to speak as best she could with her mouth full of his cock.
"Ah'm... Ah'm sowwy..." her voice was barely audible. "Ah... Ah Nown wann fo oo vhif... wuh... wuh ah wiww... Ah pwahmise... wuss... pwease... nown hurr we."
He chuckled at her, sounding more superior than please.
"Open your eyes. Look up at me. Look into my eyes, don't look away... keep begging with my cock in your mouth... don't stop begging... even if my cock slips into your throat... you just keep begging, and keep looking in my eyes, and stay still... kneeling there in front of me," he said, and then he reached out with both hands and grabbed her head, his fingers curling tight in her dark red hair, pushing down into her scalp, and he started to pull her still begging mouth slowly up and down on his rigid cock.
Stacy's eyes snapped open, wide with terror, and she stared up at him, her gaze locked on his. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, but she didn't look away. She forced herself to meet his gaze despite the fear that threatened to consume her. Her body tensed when he initially gripped her hair, but she never cried out, just endured it, and continued to apologize around his shaft.
As he started to pick up speed, moving in her mouth more forcefully, everything in her brain shrank down to one point of focus. She concentrated only on this act of obedience, and surviving it. He grew more and more forceful, jerking her head up and down on his cock, and even as her body trembled uncontrollably, she remained still, rooted in place, kneeling rigidly in front of him, forcing herself to obey.
Just as he had commanded, her eyes remained locked on his, silently pleading for mercy, as her broken language begging continued to fall wetly from her mouth. Finally, his cock slipped further into her, entering her throat, gagging her. She made a small, choking sound, but didn't try to stop, and made no move to pull away. She just kept begging indecipherably with her voice, and silently with her eyes. Everything that she was, her mind, her body, her soul, everything was begging. Her face contorted with a mixture of pain, fear, and shame, but she never broke eye contact, never looked away.
Stacy's body went limp for a moment as Adam's cock erupted, shooting his cum down her throat, the force of it causing her to gag and cough. She struggled to breathe, her eyes watering, but never breaking eye contact, staring up at him with fear and utter despair. He held her there, trapped, her head impaled on his cock, forcing her to endure it for several long moments after his release.
Then he slowly began to pump her head up and down again, his cock slowly beginning to stiffen again in her mouth, but she offered no resistance. There was no fighting back, no struggle. She just endured it in silence, her eyes locked on his, silently pleading for it to stop. She kept her mouth open, swallowing her saliva and the remnants of his cum, her stomach churning. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the mess on her chin, but still she didn't look away, didn't break eye contact, following his commands to the letter.
"That's a good girl, Ms. Beck... that's a good slut-teacher... Now get it all hard for me again... Serve that cock like you were born to."
It didn't take long for his cock to reinflate, and once he was fully erect again, Adam pulled her mouth back off him, and began to drag it up and down the side of his cock.
"You got it hard... now get it good and sloppy... get it ready for your asshole."
"I... I can't..." she says, her voice barely a whisper, choked with her own saliva. "Please... don't make me... I can't do this... I'm begging you... please... just stop."
She continued to look into his eyes, as he pulled her mouth up and down his shaft, forcing herself to obey, but her body was trembling uncontrollably, and her eyes were filled with desperation.
"Please... just... let me go... I'll do anything... just... please... stop."
He let go of her hair suddenly, and then shoved her backward. She flinched as she landed hard on her tailbone, a sharp pain shooting up her spine. She didn't cry out, just winced and clutched her lower back.
"Let's get to that "anything" that you'll do... take it all off... naked, now!" he said loudly.
Her eyes went wide with terror as she looked up at him, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Please... please, don't make me... I can't do this... I'm begging you," she said, her voice louder as she began shaking her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want to... please... just let me go... I'll do anything else... anything! Just... please... don't make me take my clothes off."
She wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to protect herself from his gaze, her body curled into a tight ball.
"Please... I'm begging you... don't do this... I can't... I just can't," she said, her voice smaller now, barely a whisper, choked with her fear. "Please... just... stop... I'm begging you."
"The is no part of your naked body that I haven't already seen. You've been happily sending me pics and videos of it for months," he said, his frustration with her growing. "I've seen it all... now... here... this is where you prove that you're worth it to me... that you're worth my time, and I shouldn't just hand over all the shit you sent me and absolutely destroy your pathetic fucking life... Strip! Everything off! Now!"
Stacy's body tensed, her breath hitched in her throat. She looked up at him, her eyes awash with terror and resignation. Her shoulders slumped, and she slowly, agonizingly, began to unbutton her blouse, her fingers trembling so badly that she could barely manage the tiny buttons. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if she were trying to prolong the inevitable. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, but she didn't look away, didn't break eye contact, forcing herself to meet his smug, amused gaze as she began to undressed for him.
"I... I'm sorry, " she said, barely audibly. "I don't want to do this... but... but I will... I promise... just... please... don't hurt me..."
She continued to undress, her movements mechanical and devoid of any emotion, as if she was simply going through the motions. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, before pulling down and stepping out of her thong. Then reached behind her to unhook her bra, her hands shaking so badly that she could barely manage the clasp. Finally, she stood in front of him, completely naked, her body trembling uncontrollably, and her eyes filled with shame.
"I... I'm sorry... is this... is this what you wanted?" she softly asked. "Please... just... let me go... I'm begging you, please."
"Is that dildo in your asshole like I told you?" he asked her, ignoring her question and plea. "Turn around and let me see."
Again, Stacy flinched at his words, her body tensing, but she didn't argue, didn't put up any resistance. She slowly turned around, her back to him, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her shoulders slumped, and her head bowed, as if she were trying to hide herself him behind her own body.
"I... I did what you said," she finally said, her voice still barely above a whisper. "It's there... just... please... don't hurt me."
She remained standing there, naked and vulnerable, her body shaking, waiting for his judgment. She could feel his eyes on him, knew that they were looking at the base of the black dildo jutting out from between the cheeks of her ass. She flushed hot, and knew that he would be able to see her redden as well.
"Please, Adam... please just... just let me go... i'm begging you... i'll do anything... just... please... stop this."
"Back up here, toward me," he said and then his hand quickly shot out and grabbed her hip.
Before she had registered what he was doing, he had pulled her backward toward him with one hand, while he reached up from where he still sat on the couch with the other hand and jerked the lubed dildo free of her asshole, tossed it aside, and firmly took hold of his own cock. Then without a word, he swiftly and powerfully guided her downward, her gaping asshole devouring his cock to its base in an instant. She had no time to react, or ever think, before she found herself sat fully in her student's lap, her ass deeply impaled with the thick, full six-inches of his cock.
She cried out, her body arching with pain and surprise. She tried to pull up and off of him, but he held her firmly in place, her body trapped on top of his, as he hugged her tight against him. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat that was beading on her forehead. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body trembled uncontrollably, inadvertently providing his cock with a new and pleasurable stimulation.
"There we go... that's more like it... keep begging me not to hand off all the shit I have on you and ruin your life, Ms. Beck... Keep doing it as I fuck your asshole... maybe it'll finally start to dawn on you who is in charge of your life now... maybe you'll see that you didn't get the owner you were looking for... but you got an owner, anyway... and the owner you got checks all the boxes you were looking for... even if he is one of your students," he said as he kept her pulled tight to him, enjoying every warm and trembling moment her body provided.
"No... please... stop... I can't... I can't do this... it hurts... please... I'm begging you," she said somewhat louder, some of her fight having returned to her.
She tried to wiggle free, but his grasp was too strong. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain as he slowly began to move her on him. He was fucking himself with her, her body rocking back and forth, tightly held in his arms, with each of his upward thrusts. Her eyes finally squeezed shut as her face contorted with pain, fear, and shame.
Please... Adam... just... let me go... I'll do anything... just... please... stop. I'm begging you, Adam... please," she continued to beg, her voice thin again, reedy and small.
She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the reality of what was happening to her, but the pain was too intense, and the humiliation too profound. She was completely naked, trapped, helpless, and completely at the mercy of a student that she had previously considered boring, listless, and without motivation.
"Adam, please... just... stop... I can't take it anymore... really... I'm begging you... please... have mercy... just stop all this," she begged, fully aware that he wasn't listening to anything she said.
His thrusting in her ass only grew more powerful, and eventually the pain in her began change, it began to become something more, and as it continued, she could feel a familiar sensation, something locked in her past, from her time in college with Rex. An orgasm was building within her, from the pain, from the pleasure, from the dominant use of her body.
Stacy's body tensed and shifted in his arms as the familiar sensations begin to build, the pain not subsiding as much as it was being flooded over by the warm, pulsing pleasure now swirling up within her. She tried to fight it, to resist the rising tide of arousal, but it was far too strong, too overwhelming, it would not be ignored. A small moan escapes her lips, a sound of both pain and pleasure.
"Who owns you, Ms. Beck?" he asked her, and then after a moment without a response his impatience reared its head, "Tell me! Who owns you?"
"I... I don't... know," she said, her tone breathy, and to Adam, altogether unconvincing. "Oh... oh, please... just... oh... stop... I can't... oh, God... I can't do this..."
Adam thrust deeper, harder, and her body arched involuntarily, her muscles clenching. The orgasm was building, closer and closer, threatening to consume her.
"Who owns you, Ms. Beck?" he asked again, his voice is harsh and demanding, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I... I... Oh!" she said, as her breath hitched in her throat.
"Answer me! Who owns you?" he asked again, his voice even louder now, more insistent, finally breaking through her resistance.
"You," she said, the word is barely audible, a broken whisper, torn from her lips. "You own me."
The words were out now, spoken aloud, their truth came with a power that shattered something within her. A sob wracked her body, and she closed her eyes tightly, as she surrendered to the sensations that had been building within her.
"I'm yours... Oh, fuck! I'm yours... Oh, God! I'm... please... Shit! Just... don't hurt me... Oh, fuck! I'm... I'm yours! Fuck me! Oh, my fucking God!" she screamed as the intense anal orgasm crashed through her like a wave, carrying with it overwhelming pleasure and release, but also shame and humiliation.
As her body rapidly contracted, convulsing in his arms, her muscles clenching and releasing, her breath coming in ragged gasps punctuated by lower moans. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision, as she clung to him, her body completely spent. The sensations on his cock coupled with her words of confession, and the sounds of subsequent her orgasm were all too much for Adam, as he lost himself to an orgasm all his own. As her released his cum inside her, a fresh wave of sensation washed over her, intensifying her orgasm.
She cried out, letting go of an animal sound that both pain and pleasure at once, and then her voice returned to barely a whisper as she said, "Oh, God... oh, God."
"Yeah... that's right... I own you... you're mine, and I... I own you. I'm glad you... finally figured that out," he said, hardly able to keep control over the speech centers of his brain.
Silence then held in the air between them, with their own ragged breathing being all that existed to mark the time. Neither of them moved more than the light shivering that they both did, as the heat and sweat of their body drew them closer together in the chill of the room, huddling for the warmth of their body heat, seemingly oblivious to his softening cock still inside her ass. After several long moments of holding her still on him, and against him, he let her go, and as he did, she stumbled forward off of his lap. Her legs were weaker now, and trembling, and she collapsed forward onto her knees.
"Adam... please... I'll do anything... just... please... please... I'm begging you... don't hurt me," she said as she kneeled before him, naked and vulnerable, her body shaking, waiting to see what came next, to see if he'd change his mind, or give her another command. "I'm yours... you own me... I'll do whatever you want... just... please... please, don't hut me... I'm begging you, Adam."
"You're mine," he said it softly, but he couldn't hide the triumph in his voice. "That's true. You get it now. You
are
mine. Now that we've finally both agreed on that as a foundational truth, we can move forward. First, since you're already back on your knees, keep one hand over your asshole so you don't spill anything, and turn around here and suck my cock clean."
She looked back at him, her body shaking uncontrollably, as she cradled her stomach with one hand, and her face dropped as pain and shame poured down inside her. Then, with terror in her wide eyes, she looked up to meet his gaze, her body completely at your mercy, and she saw how truly pleased with himself he was.
She nodded and then slowly leaned forward, her eyes filled with fear and resignation, her lips quivering. She was ready to obey his command. She reaching back with a trembling hand and bringing it down to cover her asshole. This was easy for her, following commands, she'd always been used to this in relationships. Doing as he'd told her, and trying to contain the mess inside her, was not the important part. The important part was getting the order from the dominant person in her life, and following that order. Slowly, agonizingly, she turned then, and began to crawled toward him. Her movements jerky and uncertain, and she worried that she might fall forward onto her face, until she was finally kneeling directly in front of him again.
"I... I'm sorry..." she said, her voice coming breathy, soft, and thin again. "I'll do it... I promise... just... please... don't hurt me."
"Shut up. Quit babbling. Don't speak again, until I ask you something or tell you to," he said, his tone nasty and cutting. Now, get that mouth on my cock, and put that tongue to work. Suck and lick it clean... now, Ms. Beck... and do a good job, or else."
Stacy flinched at the harshness of his tone, her body tensing, but she didn't argue, didn't resist. She took in a breath slowly, her eyes filled with fear and resignation, and closed her mouth tightly, cutting off the flow of apologies. She took another deep breath, as she tried to steady her trembling hands, before reaching out to take your cock in her hand, and then put it into her mouth. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she was trying to detach herself from what she was doing. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly ahead, as she performed the task he'd commanded.
She used her tongue to lick and suck, cleaning every inch of his cock, her movements mechanical and devoid of any emotion. She kept her eyes fixed on a point in the distance, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, focusing only on the physical sensations, the feel of his cock in her mouth, the taste of his cum on her tongue. She didn't make a sound, didn't speak, just obeyed his command in silence. Her body trembled and her was heart was aching with shame, fear, and despair.
Finally satisfied, Adam pulled his, now clean, cock free from her mouth. She inhaled sharply, and sat back, startled by the abruptness of his movement. Her lurched into motion and was suddenly standing, towering over her. Neither of them broke eye contact for a moment, and then satisfied, he looked away, over her.
"Stay where you are. Don't fucking move!" he commanded.
She sat completely still as he stepped past her. She could hear him behind her as he walked into her kitchen, and began to open and close cabinet door, searching for something. When he returned, she could see that he was carrying a large drinking glass. He stepped back in front of her at the couch, where she still sat kneeling, her hand cupping her asshole, and her weight back on her feet. Smiling sadistically down at her, he held out the glass, handing it over to her, as confusion spread across her face.
"Empty your asshole into that... all my cum... the lube... everything... into that glass... and then drink it. And don't say a fucking word... or I leave... and your life is over," he said, satisfied in his cruel, disgusting, and humiliating directions.
Stacy's eyes widened in horror, her body tensed visibly, and her breath hitched in her throat. She stared at the glass he'd handed her, her face twisting with with revulsion and terror. Her head began to shake, slowly at first, and then frantically, as tears streamed down her face, fast and hot.
"No... please... no... I can't... I can't do that... I'm... I'm begging you." she tried to speak, her breathing became fast and panicked, as she clutched her stomach, as if trying to protect herself from the nausea that was rising within her. "Please... don't make me... I can't... I just can't... I can't do that... I'm begging you... Adam... I'll do... I'll do anything else... anything! Please, just... please... don't make me drink that."
She looked up at him, staring into his eyes as hers begged him for mercy, her body trembling now uncontrollably.
"Please... Adam, seriously, I'm begging you... don't do this... I can't... I just can't..." she said, still failing to construct sentences in the face of what he was ordering her to do. She closes her eyes tightly then, tears squeezing out from beneath her lids. "Please... just... stop... you can stop this... I'm begging you, Adam... I'll do anything... just... please... just don't make me do this."
She remained kneeling there in front of him, her hand still covering her asshole, naked and vulnerable, her body shaking, waiting for him to say something. To say anything. His face soured, and she could already feel the harshness of his response before he had even said a word.
"You're speaking... like I told you not to... and not doing what I told you to do... so..." he said, starting harsh and then drifting his tone to disinterested, before he absently stepped over her and took a few steps toward the door. "It's a shame. I guess I've got some emails and messages to send."
Stacy's eyes snapped open, as her face flashed with undeniable terror. She lunged toward him, grabbing his leg, her fingers digging into his skin through his jeans. Her fear was as obvious as his satisfaction.
"No! Adam, please! Don't go! I'll do it! I'll do it! I promise!" she cried out, clinging to his leg, her body spasming uncontrollably, her voice desperate, becoming choked with sobs. "Please... don't leave me... I'll do anything... I promise! You own me... just... please... don't ruin my life... I'm begging you."
She looked up at him, her eyes wild and pleading, her life and her future now controlled completely at his whim.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I won't speak again... I promise... just... please... please don't leave me... you own me... I'll do it... I'll do anything," she said, sounding wretched and pathetic.
He shook his leg, and she released it, her body shaking almost hysterically. After a moment of him staring down at her expectantly, she began to slow her breathing, calming herself as much as was possible. Then slowly, agonizingly, she reached for the glass. Her movements jerky and uncertain, her face a mask of revulsion and despair.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she repeated, more calmly, her voice now barely audible, coming in controlled bursts between breaths. "I'll do it... I promise... just, please... please forgive me... give me... another chance... please."
Adam sighed dramatically as he overexaggerated his eye roll. Then he let his eyes again drift down to meet Stacy's. He was personifying bad-tempered childishness, he knew it, and he loved knowing that he was rubbing his strict teacher's nose in it.
"You're still fucking
talking
and not
doing
. Ya know... You're lucky I'm still standing here. If I weren't so attached to you, and actually wanted to own you, I'd have already left," he said, doing his best to sound as though he were the one that was somehow slighted at the moment, and that for some reason she owed it to him to follow his awful order.
"Well? Drink up."
His flippant tone clawed at the inside of her brain, forcing her to renounce what little self-respect she had left for the sake of her continued survival. She visibly recoiled from his childish display, but the fear in her quickly outweighed all other emotion. She nodded slowly, her lips pressed tightly together, cutting off any further verbal protests.
She clutched the glass tightly, her knuckles white, her body still trembling uncontrollably. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath and then, agonizingly slowly, she lowered the glass towards her asshole. She hesitated for a moment, her hand shaking and almost dropping the glass, then she forced herself to continue.
She carefully positioned the glass beneath her, her body contorted in an awkward position, and began to squeeze, her muscles straining as she tried to empty her bowels into the glass. The process was slow and messy, her body shaking with each contraction, tears streaming down her face. She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut, trying to block out the reality of what she was doing. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to collect a significant amount of cum, lube, and other fluids in the glass, all tinted a light tan color. Her body was exhausted. Her muscles ached, and her stomach churned. She opened her eyes slowly, her face pale and drawn, and looked at the glass in her hand.
It was filled about an eighth of the way with a light tan, milky, viscous liquid, flecked with bits of blood and fecal matter. The sight of it made her gag, as her stomach lurched violently. She looked up at Adam, her eyes pleading, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Please." The word came out so soft it could have been confused with her exhaling, if you didn't know better.
If he heard her plea, he chose to ignore it. She hesitated for another moment, her hand shaking so badly that the contents of the glass threatened to slosh up over the sides, and then she forced herself to continue. She raised the glass gradually up to her lips, her face twisted up, as she obliterated any dignity she'd ever possessed. She took a deep cleansing breath, trying to steel herself for what she's about to do, and then, with a final, desperate prayer, she tips the glass and begins to drink.
When the glass in her hand was empty, he must have decided that he'd gotten enough out of her for today. Either way, that was when he pulled his phone up out of his shirt pocket, with the sound of Velcro separating, and tapped the screen to verify what he'd been doing. He waited a moment for it to process and then smiled at the saved file of the video it had been recording since he'd gotten here. He tapped on the screen again and began to scroll through his footage, checking to verify all that he had captured. Now that the phone was out of his pocket, she finally noticed the cut out where his camera must have been recording through, as it had been held there, firmly in place.
"Wow. I'm fucking proud of you. And, yeah... you were right to text me today. This was really worth it," he said, nodding as he continued to review what they had just done with a slowly spreading smile.
Stacy's body went rigid as she watched him review the video on his phone. Her eyes widening in horror, as she realized that he'd been recording everything, capturing every moment of her humiliation and degradation. Her face paled as the full extent of her situation came into focus. She wasn't just a victim of her student's catfishing and blackmail anymore, now he'd made her a performer in his own private porn film, her sexual exploitation forever documented, and her life forever at his mercy.
"No... no," she whispered in utter despair. "You... you recorded me? You recorded... everything? Oh, God... no."
She buried her face deep in her hands, trying to block out the reality of what had happened, what she had done, what you'd done to her. Her world was crumbling around her, her life shattered into a million pieces.
"Please... Adam, please... delete it... I can't... oh... you... please... don't let anyone see it," she mumbled her words, as sentences were created and torn apart in her mind faster than her lips could form the sounds to give them life, before she fell to her knees, her body curled into a tight ball. "Please... just... I'll... let me go... anything, I'll do anything... just... please... don't show it to anyone... I'm begging you, Adam... please."
"Shut up. I didn't ask you anything, or tell you to fucking speak. Those are the only reasons words should fall out of the cockholster in your head. For a college educated English teacher, you seem to have a really hard time understand and following fucking orders. I don't want to slap you around, but if you want it... and want it bad enough... I guess that's where we'll end up. Shit. Anywat... I really am glad you insisted that we get together and go over everything. Yeah, no doubt. This footage... it's going to edit down into some real gold. You sucking, deepthroating, and facefucking my cock, not to mention some really great angles of your deep as fuck anal ride, and then you swallowing everything that was left behind after it. No doubt about it, owning you is gonna be fun... even after I graduate. This stuff doesn't expire. I can drop it anytime, for decades to come, and watch your life shoot off into oblivion. In the meantime, though, do you have a spare key? To the house, I mean."
"No," she said softly through her tears.
"That's a shame. But, on the bright side, you still have an hour and... almost fifteen minutes until the hardware store in the stirp mall two blocks from here closes. It's a chain, they all close at the same time. So, you need to get your cute little ass dressed and go make a copy of all your house keys, work keys, and car key. Put them all on a new ring that comes close to matching yours, and I'll collect it from you at lunch, tomorrow. Is that clear? Because if I have apologies or excuses instead of keys tomorrow... some one will get to see the pic with the dildo up your ass, at the very least. Don't disappoint me, Stacy. Stacy... Stacy... Gotta get used to saying that, and not Ms. Beck. Oh, and from now on... I can be Adam at school, or out and about, but behind closed doors, like we are here... you address me as sir."
She flinched, somehow managing to still be shocked at the harshness of his words, but she listened intently to his instructions, her face pale and drawn, her eyes wide, full of fear and resignation. Then she nodded slowly, her lips pressed tightly together, cutting off any further protests. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to compose herself, but her body continued to tremble uncontrollably.
"Y... yes... sir. I... I understand. I'll get the keys... I promise... I won't disappoint you... sir," she said, and then forced herself to stand.
Her legs were weak and they kept threatening to betray her, but gradually she was able to gather her clothes. Her movements felt unfamiliar and uncertain, as if she was operating on autopilot, but not an autopilot of her own. She avoided his gaze, her eyes downcast to the floor, still trying to block out the reality of what was happening any way that she could. As she dressed, she could feel his control finally weighing down on her, the crushing realization that her life is no longer her own. She was trapped, helpless, at the mercy of an eighteen-year-old student who didn't shy away from cruelty. She felt that her future now hung tenuously by a fraying thread. She finished dressing, her body beginning to still, and finally dared to look up at him. Her eyes, filled with fear and despair, met his, filled with amusement and lust.
"Is... is there anything else... sir? she asked, calmer now, but no less soft, barely above the sounds of her breathing, but she knew he'd heard her.
"Who owns you?" he asked, bluntly.
Stacy's eyes again widen, but not as much as they had, and her body tensed, but less than it had before. She looked at him, her face pale and drawn, her eyes still swimming with fear and resignation. She hesitated for a moment, lips trembling, and then whispers the words she knew he wanted to hear.
"You do... sir. You own me. I'm yours. I belong to you. I'll do whatever you want. But, I beg you, sir, please. Please, don't hurt me," she said, finally accepting, finally letting herself go, breaking under the weight of his control, and the destruction that was assured should she not comply.
"Are you ever gonna to tell me no again?"
Stacy shook her head frantically, "No, sir. Never, sir. I promise. I'll never say no to you again."
"Are you gonna be my good little submissive slut-teacher, and act like the nasty three-holed, no-limits fuck doll that you really are whenever I tell you to?"
"Yes, sir. I will be whatever you want me to be, sir. No limits. I promise. Anything you want, any time you ask," she said the words in a slightly louder voice, and was surprised to find that she believed them, first because she feared him, but then, under that fear, because she enjoyed the familiarity of cruel control, and something about this situation was more than just a horrible trap.
"Because... who owns you?"
"You do, sir. You own me. I'm yours. I belong to you. I'll do anything you want, anywhere you want, any time you want. My owned life is a life of service to you." Her words came even firmer now, as she began to set firmer into this role. He may be her student, but he did spend months making her trust and fall in love with him. Part of the man she thought she was involved with was in him. He held her secrets, and he held her leash. He gave her the control and the edge of pain she was looking for, and it would mean that she wasn't alone.
"Okay, my little cum-dump, I've got dinner plans... But tomorrow's Monday, so I'll see you in school. Make sure to wear a dress or a skirt, and no panties. I'll want to play at least once, maybe more... ya know, throughout the day," he said and then winked at her, and then mumbled under his breath as he turned and walked out of her house. "School is going to be a lot more interesting now."
The door slammed closed behind him, and she sat in the silence a moment before launching into motion. Time was limited, and she needed those keys. She couldn't afford to let him take his anger and cruelty on her at school because she had failed such a simple task. As she left her apartment and head out to her car, she had to admit that he was right about one thing. School
was
going to be a lot more interesting now.
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"swallowing",
"anal",
"blackmail",
"teacher",
"student",
"male dominant",
"female submissive",
"deepthroat",
"cruelty",
"female pov"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 09
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https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-09
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Taboo/Incest
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Takeru arrived at the orchard as the sun peeked behind the mountains. A crisp morning chill hung in the air, but the climb warmed him. He carried his uncle's toolbox with him, the worn metal chaffing his hand, and came to a stop at the gate. He screwed the latch back in place, then scanned over the rest of the fence, noting broken boards and sagging planks. Restoring the orchard would take more than time and hard work. He needed supplies. And a lot of them.
Following the path toward the farmhouse, he stopped at the shed, opening it with Yumiko's key. He forced the rusted hinges open and dodged the webs inside. He cleared them all away and emerged, kama in hand, ready for the next chore.
He swung the blade forward, as a test. It caught in the tall grass and nearly slipped from his grip, forcing him to awkwardly snatch for it again. Adjusting his hold, he took both hands to the handle and tried once more. This time, the blade slashed through a few stalks before sliding aside, the smell of fresh grass lingering behind in the air behind.
Sweat dribbled past his ear. Five stalks were cleared, one acre left to go
He carved a steady path around the shed, getting a feel for the rhythm. Each swing sent a wave through the grass ahead, the stalks all collapsing in unison.
Takeru moved outward from there, edging around the farmhouse, radiating along in arcs. He headed toward the gate again, the sun hanging high now, his skin sizzling beneath the heat.
A creak from the gate broke his concentration, and the blade slipped from his sweaty grip, tumbling into the dirt. He reached down for it, and as he stood up, a sharp intake of breath rang out over the field.
A woman stood ahead, staring at him. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in a silent gasp.
Takeru glanced down. Hours under the sun had drawn every curve of muscle and vein to the surface. A week free of healthy eating had helped sharpen his frame. His skin glistened, a sheen of sweat tracing hard lines across his shoulders and chest. Even he had to admit, he was looking pretty impressive.
"Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Takeru didn't recognize her, at first, but it was Keiko, the widow he'd met briefly before. Her gaze flicked up to meet his, then slipped away again.
"Are you looking for someone?" Takeru asked, resting his blade on the ground.
"Peach," she finally managed. "I wanted a peach. Is that okay?"
Takeru shrugged, but she didn't move. He wasn't sure how rude it would be to go back to work and ignore her.
"Is this..." she went on. "I didn't know anyone would be here. No one ever comes here."
"It's my grandfather's orchard," he replied. "Or it was. I'm here for the summer, so I wanted to clean it up if I could. I'm Takeru." He nodded. "I can grab a peach for you, if you'd like."
Keiko blinked, her eyes clearing. "Oh! No, I'm sorry. Thank you!"
She dashed off past the farmhouse and he returned to his work, widening the path to the gate. He was hunched and breathing hard before long.
"Did you need some water?" she called from behind him.
Takeru turned and shook his head. "I'll eat a peach. Soon," he said.
But Keiko was already running to her bike. She returned and thrust a heavy, brightly colored bottle into his hand.
"All that sugar's not good for you," she said, watching carefully as he took a sip. "You're going to make yourself sick out here. Or worse."
Takeru nodded, not wanting to debate it. The water was cold, and he took another long gulp, his breathing slowly steadying.
"I didn't think about it," he admitted. "My aunt's house is just down the road." He waved vaguely ahead.
"Well, you should go down and take a break soon," Keiko said, clicking her tongue. "Get out of the sun before you fall over. Your aunt should be keeping a better eye on you."
Takeru nodded.
"You're... Mr. Takahashi's grandson then?" she asked. He nodded. "Aoi's son?"
"Takeru Sato."
"I see it," she replied, nodding. "I wondered what would bring someone to town. I'm Keiko Suzuki."
He nodded and drained the last of the water from her bottle. "My parents are out of town for a few months, so I'm staying here. We used to come here a lot, almost every summer. I don't think I remember you, though."
Keiko frowned, studying him over. "It must have been after I was married. After we went to live with his parents."
He turned away, hoping to avoid talking about her husband's death. If it came to cutting weeds in the sun versus consoling a widow, he knew which one he would prefer.
"How did you know my grandfather then? Or this place?" he asked, nodding to the farmhouse.
"Oh, I grew up here. I didn't know your aunt very well. Aoi was a bit closer to my age growing up. And your grandfather wasn't the Village Head then."
She paused, turning toward the house and inhaling deeply. "His white peaches were always what I looked forward to most, though. I couldn't get enough of them. When I first came back, I was too scared to come up here. For weeks even. I was too scared it would all be gone."
His eyes shifted to the rows of trees and heavy fruit.
"Do you know the story of it then?" Takeru asked.
"There's a story?"
"A scandal, really," Takeru admitted. "My grandmother lived in the house down the road, the one my aunt lives in now." Keiko nodded, turning to look at it. "And my grandfather's... other family lived here. His second wife."
"I see."
"And they say both of the wives were happy, but my mother wasn't. When she was old enough to know about it all, she left and married my father. They made peace later, I guess, enough to visit in the summers. At least until my parents finished school. And then we never came back again."
Keiko fell silent. He didn't know why he had told her all that. He hadn't thought about the story in a long time.
"Anyway," he said, "it was this second wife, Chiyoko, who loved peaches. She had grown up somewhere with them, I think. But she wasn't really interested in being anyone's second wife, you know? This is before they were together," he added.
He frowned. He could tell the story was getting jumbled, but it was only coming back to him in bits and pieces.
"Nothing he did seemed to impress her, but he knew she loved peaches. So, he goes off and leaves Mikanagi for a while. I think this was after my aunt was born, but before my mom, if you follow.
"So, anyway, he's out there, sailing from port to port, trying all these different peaches, and none of them are that great. They're fine, but nothing special. Not special enough to win her over, at least, he thinks. Every time he asks for something better, they point him further north. Eventually, according to Grandpa, that is, he's sailed not just around Japan, but through Korea, through China. He's been to nearly every port along the way. Each time, he tells them, 'No, I don't want a peach tree. I want the greatest peach tree.' North, north, north. All the way up until he meets this man."
Keiko leaned in, her eyes fixed on his.
"It's this Indian man. And he tells Grandpa, 'Sure. Follow me.' He passes him to another guy, and then to another guy. Grandpa doesn't know where he's at, at that point, but it's clearly some kind of royal estate he's being ushered into, brought through the back door. From what he can tell, he's talking to an assistant to the gardener to the king of whatever."
She frowned, her lips pursing together.
"I know, but this is the story as he told it. Anyway, the gardener's assistant is not that interested in helping, he works for the king and all. Or governor or whatever. And Grandpa's just some dirty, ragged stranger at this point. But he hears Grandpa out, and about how he's traveled the world to find the right tree, this tree. It's a plea for love and all that. And the man is finally persuaded.
"So, the man says, for every cent in my grandfather's pocket, and Grandpa's boat, he'll give a cutting of his peach tree. And it's *the* peach tree, he says. The original. Like, ever.
"Grandfather's desperate, and he's tired, but he's not exactly stupid. He says no. He needs to get back after all, and he's seen a lot of okay fruit so far. How can he trust that this is the right one? The guy, his pride wounded, offers to let him taste one. He goes away and comes back carrying on the fruit. And it's utterly white, it's perfectly sweet, but not too sweet. It's... flawless."
Keiko nodded, her eyes lifting to the trees behind him.
"Somehow," Takeru went on, "Grandfather was able to get back to Japan without a boat, or money, and get back to Mikanagi with the cutting alive. It shouldn't have survived, but he grafted it here, and Chiyoko married him. He planted more and more of them every year, even after she passed away."
His story ended abruptly, and a quiet fell between them.
"You believe it, then?" Keiko asked finally. "Mr. Takahashi's story?"
Takeru laughed. "Some of it, maybe. Even now, after all this neglect, those trees are growing as strong as ever. Every one of them. There's not a single one of them that's died.
"And the other crops here aren't anything special. I don't know. I think these peach trees are doing better than any other kind would here. Every fruit comes out perfect, every time, just like in the story. And the branches are covered in them.
"But I think that, if I tried to plant one of these in Tokyo, or Matsue, or even another village around here... I don't think it would grow. Maybe not well, or not at all. And that would mean the tree wasn't so special after all."
He hadn't thought about it like that before, but he believed it. He was certain of it, in fact.
She cast a long, curious look at him, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. "Or it would mean that this town is special. Just like the tree."
Takeru grinned. She was quite beautiful, he noticed.
"I want to bring Grandfather's farm back to life," Takeru went on, clearing his throat. "And then I'll do the same with the rest of the town."
It was an off-handed comment. He hadn't thought about it before he said it. But the blank expression left her face all at once. It was like watching someone wake up from a long dream. Sunlight broke through the branches, illuminating her as emotions rippled beneath the surface of her.
And Keiko's gaze dropped slightly, falling to his lips. A blush rose in her pale cheeks.
Keiko shut her eyes, and he closed his own as she drew close. Her breath brushed his skin. She was near enough that he could smell the ripe fruit on her lips and the sweat on her skin. He toppled backward, and she followed him down, easing her body onto him. Takeru peeked, seeing her parted lips above his. He leaned up, kissed her, and pulled her to the ground with him.
Her tongue flickered across his, and Keiko abruptly pulled away, lurching to stand. She brushed a hand across her lips, a flicker of confusion sweeping over her face. She mouthed a word, then shook her head, clearing it away, her eyes shining. Keiko looked at him one last time, then spun and stumbled away.
Takeru got to his feet and followed after her, but he was slower. He reached the fence in time to see her bike fading down the hill below.
He stood there silently, watching long after she disappeared. He didn't understand what had happened. Even after everything, it was one of the most bewildering moments of his life. Because, for a moment, he was nearly certain she had said his grandfather's name.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"masturbation",
"farm"
] |
Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 14
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https://www.literotica.com/s/lust-guilt-entrapment-ch-14
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Taboo/Incest
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Melissa asked how the evening went. I told her I had some news.
"Oo, what is it?"
"I'll tell you in person."
"Well, you're coming home right?"
"Baby, I can't yet -- this evening."
"No! I wanna know now!" I actually heard her stamp her foot. She was clearly playing the spoiled brat. It made me laugh, since I never had to worry about her actually acting like a spoiled brat.
"The day will fly by. You'll see. I love you baby!"
She sent me so many texts I decided to tease her. I didn't answer any of her texts directly, but every couple of hours I'd find the oldest pictures I could find of me with Susan, with Laurie -- anyone but Danielle. It drove her crazy. Let's be honest, it turned me on too. But I could tell I had Melissa climbing the walls.
As soon as I walked through the door she attacked me. I mean she fucking attacked me. Good thing I'm quick, because she almost got one handcuff on me! I caught her wrist, wondering where the hell she'd gotten handcuffs. I took them away and took control. She was laughing, so I knew this was a game. I also knew we were going to enjoy it.
I got her arms behind her back and did a much better job than she had of getting the handcuffs on. Now I had my naked wife bound. She wasn't exactly helpless, but it was clear who'd won the wrestling match, so there was no doubt who was in charge.
"Bastard! Get me all worked up, tease me all fucking day, and I end up in handcuffs?"
"Live by the cuffs,....love by the cuffs."
"Or better yet, in the cuffs! Tell me what happened!"
"First you get on your knees." She grinned. I was a gentleman, I helped her get in position. Then I stripped off all my clothes. I waved my dick at her, and she did her best to catch it. I didn't make her wait long. While she bobbed on my dick, I told her the whole story -- the walk, how she'd admitted that she loved me (that got some extra deep inhalations), and how she'd taken me back to her place to show me her wedding dress. Telling the story was a great distraction from a blowjob that would otherwise have sucked me off in no time.
When I was done telling the story, I took her face in my hands and began working. Really working. I had my wife restrained on her knees and very aroused. There was only one right thing to do. Punish her for daring to try and handcuff me. Or reward her for letting... There was only one right thing to do. Feed my wife. She was moaning as much as I was. She was also using her tongue to add to my pleasure. Clearly she was ready to swallow me. I thought about giving her a few strokes in her pussy first, but her tongue was too good. I started spurting into her mouth. She stared up at me as she swallowed my load. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes. It was intense, but I'm sure I was feeling even more satisfaction as the harem lord's cock fed his horny wife.
When she'd sucked me completely dry, I leaned over and lovingly kissed her forehead.
"Wow, have I told you lately you taste delicious?" she asked.
"Naturally, why do you think I have so many women who want me?"
"Conceited jerk."
"Pervert nympho."
"Hey, no fair, I was clearly joking! It's no fun teasing me with the TRUTH!" she smiled.
"I love you baby. Were you and Tammy upset when I didn't come home?"
"Well, we kept each other entertained. And cumming."
"Good girls. Sorry I didn't make it!"
"Well, it's not every night a woman wears her wedding dress for you baby. I know how badly your harem needs you. But tonight you're mine! Oh, you need to fix the seal on the garage door and tomorrow night Susan and Hannah wand your sperm."
"Garage door, take out the trash, give sperm to sister and niece. Got it."
"I didn't say anything about the trash."
"You didn't have to; tomorrow morning is pickup."
"You're so reliable."
"Tammy might not think so right now!" We laughed.
The next afternoon, after bringing the cans back from the curb, I headed over to Susan's house. Hannah was watching, and came dashing out in a bikini to greet me.
"Hi Uncle Carl! Come in, come in!"
"Nice bikini gorgeous -- we going to the beach?"
"Mommy wouldn't let me come out naked for you, so this was the next best thing."
"She has no sense of humor."
"I know, right? I'm glad you have a sense of humor. And an amazing dick!"
Inside the house it was dark and cool. I immediately knew something was up -- they'd never prepared like this.
"Wow, what's the occasion Hannah?"
"Well, come up to the bedroom and you'll see."
Susan was waiting in the bedroom. I was pretty surprised to see that Carl was too. I shot him a questioning look, and he immediately stared at his socks. He was wearing tidy whities, black socks, and nothing else.
Susan sashayed up to me, her hips moving more than her feet did. "Hello big brother. We have a surprise for you tonight. Lives Without Pussy here is going to flip a coin, then get into the closet. Heads it's me, tails it's Hannah."
"What's 'it's?' And I'm having both of you tonight, so don't get any ideas about one of you getting off easy. Or maybe I should say getting off without the other. Or maybe you should tell me what you mean."
"Tell him."
"You're going to get my wife or my daughter pregnant sir."
"What?"
"Please Uncle Carl, please, don't say no, I mean it's up to you, we're your lipstick ladies, but we reeeealy want to have your baby. And we argued for so long about who we decided to let fate decide."
"Hmm. Wow. I mean, I'm no spring chicken, having a ba-"
My train of logical thought was interrupted as the train went into the tunnel. My sister was on her knees, pushing my pants down, and blowing me for all she was worth. Her husband stared, slackjawed.
Hannah took off her tiny bikini and pressed herself against me, leaning over to lick my nipple.
"Please Uncle Carl, we want to serve you, we want your baby, this is another way to serve you and have you with us all the time! I hope you get to impregnate me, I'd love feeling part of you inside me for months!"
I wanted to explain to her that pregnancy is a lot of work, a lot of discomfort, a lifelong commitment, not something to... decide about while your little sister sucks your dick and her daughter grinds up against you. Hannah kept begging, rubbing her tits on me, promising all I'd have to give is sperm, they would take care of the baby, it wouldn't be any burden on me at all, and they'd be SOOO grateful.
I couldn't say a word. I was too astonished and aroused. Susan took a quick brake from her sisterly sucking.
"Now -- flip the coin."
He flicked his thumb. The coin spun in the air. He grabbed for it. He missed. It came down in the carpet. Eight eyes stared at it.
It was wedged in the carpet, almost vertically! It was leaning a bit, but barely. The carpet fibers were holding it almost perfectly upright.
"Tails is showing! It's me!"
"No fucking way, we flip again -- flip it again!" Susan ordered.
"NOT FAIR!" I'd never heard Hannah sound more childish or more determined. Well, at least not for three or four years. I sensed a fight developing.
"Stop it you two. This isn't how lipstick ladies behave."
They both looked over at me, waiting for more.
"The coin is on edge, so instead of giving one of you multiple loads, you each get one. And no fighting. In fact, you each owe the other an apology."
They both looked so happy about getting a chance at pregnancy all competitiveness was forgotten. They cheerfully apologized to each other. I put my hands behind their heads and pushed them together. Nothing says "I'm sorry" like a deep French kiss.
They got into it. They pressed their bodies together, almost scissoring upright as their mouths showed how sorry -- and close -- they really were.
"Okay, point made! That's more like it. Now my dick needs a turn." I pointed at the ground in front of me, and they quickly moved into position. They kind of got in each other's way getting my pants open, but they got the job done. Hannah was quicker, so she got to my cock first. After a few sucks, I said "Susan, suck me little sister."
"Oh yes big brother!" Hannah moved down to lick my balls as Susan opened her mouth and sucked me in. She stared up at me adoringly as she sucked. For some reason I remembered that it wasn't just the three of us. Part of me wanted to fuck Susan and Hannah in front of him, but what I really wanted was privacy. No distractions. I jerked my thumb toward the closet. He got up and quietly walked over. He opened the door, got in, and pulled it almost all the way shut.
"That's it Mommy, suck his dick. You love his dick, don't you? I hope it gets us both pregnant. I can't wait to feel his cum in my womb. Does it feel different when he's giving you a baby? Oh, you like that don't you? You like imagining your big brother shooting his load into your fertile body, having his baby grow in you. Do you think he'll cum extra hard knowing you're really mating, knowing you want his baby? I think I'm gonna cum like crazy when he knocks me up. I can't wait for Uncle Carl to shoot his load deeper than ever inside my little pussy. Gawd, I'm so fucking WET!"
"Are you? Bend over!" Hannah bent over the bed and looked over her shoulder at me. That's always such a sexy pose. I pulled myself out of Susan's mouth and mounted my niece.
"Oh FUCK yes, fuck me Uncle Carl! Impregnate me and then Mommy! HEY!"
I pulled out and fed my cock to my little sister again. Hannah rubbed her pussy as my little sister sucked her daughter's cream off of my bare dick.
"Okay, I know how much Mommy loves sucking your dick when it's wet but I need to get fucked really soon Uncle Carl! Mommy and I have planned this for weeks and I can't wait any longer! I don't know who's more excited, Mommy or me!"
"I do." Susan got up, bent over the bed next to Hannah and loudly said "Breed me big brother! I want your sperm, your baby -- breed me!"
I got behind her. My dick knew exactly what to do. No fishing around, no mistakes, just straight into my little sister's snatch.
"Oh FUCK he's doing it Hannah! Big brother is going to knock me up! He's going to give you a little brother or sister for us to raise!"
"Me too! I want his baby too Mommy!"
"You know he'll give us both a load baby. Oh, yeah, right there big brother!"
"Get on your back Mommy. It's better for breeding that way. You want his load in your womb, right?"
"So fucking bad baby! Breed me Carl! Fuck!'
I was thinking while I was pumping. I was going to give them both a shot at motherhood, but Hannah was just closing in on nineteen years old. That's pretty young to be a mother, and I wondered what it would do to her tight, young little pussy. So I'd decided that Susan was going to get the bigger load.
I pulled out of my little sister's pussy and pulled on Hannah's hips.
"Susan, get on the bed -- on your back. Hannah, suck me a bit."
Hannah dove for my cock with her usual enthusiasm. When you're in your fifties, having an eighteen year old in love with your cock is a huge ego boost. Her lust made me throb. I watched Susan get in position.
"That's it little one, suck Mommy's cunt off of Uncle Carl's dick. I'm going to knock you both up -- do you want that?"
She was sucking too hard to answer. She was positively frantic! I was already feeling the cum start to rise! I took control, gripping her head and slowly moving my woody in and out of my niece's pretty little mouth. I kept loudly talking about my sperm shooting into their naked cunts, mating, making them mine on a whole new level. Hannah moaned with desire as I made love to her mouth. Susan was fingering herself, two fingers in her pussy and one teasing her asshole! The throb that caused made Hannah moan.
"Okay little sister, tell me what you want!"
"I want your sperm! I want my big brother to cum so deep I have your baby! Make me a mother again! I want to carry your child! Give me all that cum please big brother! I'll do anything to get your cum in my womb!"
"Well here it comes little sister." I pulled out of Hannah, who gasped and crawled after me.
I got between Susan's legs. I kissed her, passionately, deeply, then entered her body. There was already a wet spot on the sheets underneath her.
"Fuck I want your cum. I want your cum. I want your fucking cum big brother!"
I was shafting her bare vagina slowly, deeply. Her legs were high in the air, opening herself for me.
"Hannah, suck Mommy's tits. Just like your baby is gonna suck your tits!" Hannah moved quickly to obey me.
"Remember that feeling little sister? A baby on your breast? You're going to have that again, aren't you? Just like Hannah is sucking you now, except it will be our baby sucking the milk out of your breasts, and her baby will suck the milk out of Hannah's breasts!"
Hannah let go of her mother's nipple. Waves rocked her body. I saw her fingers between her upturned cheeks.
"That's it, cum for Uncle Carl baby. Let Mommy watch you orgasm! Be a good girl for me and earn my semen!"
Hannah moaned, then groaned "I want your cum Uncle Carl!" and orgasmed.
"Watch your daughter cum little sister. Then you cum for me and I'll fill you with sperm. You want big brother's sperm, don't you?"
Susan was watching intently as her daughter shook in orgasm, right above her.
"I'm going to impregnate you and then I'm going to impregnate her, little sister. Your big brother's sperm has a lot of work to do tonight! You need to cum like your daughter while I shoot loads of hot (thrust) creamy (thrust) sperm (thrust) into my little sister's womb (thrust)."
"Fuck yes, gimmie your cum, gimmie your cum, gimmie that fucking CUM!"
"Hannah, suck mommy's tits some more." She obeyed me again, latching on as I plowed my little sister's beautiful body. She was rocking her hips to take me as deeply as possible. After several more thrusts Hannah reached down. She kept suckling on her mother and started rubbing Susan's clit.
Susan started orgasming underneath me. I went into hyperdrive, pumping inside her as fast as I could. I wanted to fill her during her orgasm, and I made it. She was still gasping and quivering when I started shooting my semen into her. I flexed every muscle, trying to pump everything I could into my eager little sister. I felt myself filling her up. I could hardly have gotten her any wetter, but I felt the difference as her wetness was augmented with my sperm.
"I'm getting you pregnant! Take my sperm! You want it don't you? I hope you like fucking while you're pregnant, because I'm not going to stop just because you've got my baby in you little sister!"
She went rigid everywhere but inside her pussy. She was spasming there, around my cock. She yelled "I want your cum!" My dick had one spasm left, and she earned it. I was so deep inside her I felt her cervix against my rock-hard knob.
Susan took a big gulp of air and began moaning "get me pregnant big brother, give me your cum, get me pregnant oh fuck!"
I lay on top of her, catching my breath as I kissed my sister, my lover. I was still inside her. Our hips moved instinctively in the aftershocks of mutual orgasm.
"You two look so fucking hot!" Hannah said. "You're SO deep in Mommy's pussy, aren't you? Did it feel good, Mommy? Do you think Uncle Carl's cum made you pregnant? I can't believe I got to watch you fuck a baby into Mommy Uncle Carl!"
"Watch? You helped, sweetheart!" She gave me a big smile when her mother said that. "And now I'm going to help you take his cum. Does my little girl want Uncle Carl to shoot a thick load of cum into her womb? Oo, he throbbed when I said that. I think Uncle Carl wants to fill your little pussy up with cum. He'll have two pregnant women to fuck! Wait until you see how horny you'll get! I was so fucking horny when you were in me Hannah. I masturbated every fucking day, imagining big brother fucking me. I bet you'll be just as horny."
"Mommy, can I lick your pussy? I won't eat the cum, I want to taste you both!"
"Sure baby, I'd love that!" Susan got a couple of pillows and lifted her ass. Hannah set them under her mother's hips.
"Uncle Carl, you rest a bit. I want an even bigger load than you gave Mommy, so just relax and watch me lick my Mommy's sweet, pregnant pussy!"
"Okay, but first have a taste of this" I said, offering my niece a wet, semi-hard penis. She sucked it right in, savoring the flavor. It felt good even without being really rigid.
"Okay little one, Mommy needs you" I said.
She eagerly crawled between her mother's legs and went right for her clit. Susan sighed and stroked Hannah's hair as she licked. I rolled over to get a closer look. She was being gentle, caressing her mother's clit more than licking. The tip of her tongue swept through the folds at the top of my little sister's pussy, teasing her, moving the little button as the inhaled the scent of our incestuous mating. I watched closely as one of my lipstick ladies served another.
"Do you like how Mommy tastes?" Susan breathed.
"You taste incredible Mommy!" Hannah answered, much more loudly. "It tastes like your big brother came inside you. It tastes like Uncle Carl got you pregnant! Are you going to have Uncle Carl's baby Mommy?"
"I hope so Hannah, I sure fucking hope so."
Hannah kept servicing her mother's clit for another minute. Then she lifted her face again.
"But Mommy, you aren't married to Uncle Carl, you can't marry him! You want to have his baby even though you're married to daddy?" She was still speaking in a loud voice.
"Baby I'm married to your daddy and that will never change, but my pussy and my heart -- most of my heart -- belong to my big, strong brother. So he gets to fuck me whenever he wants, and I want to have his baby!" Now Susan was being loud too.
"So Uncle Carl owns both our pussies Mommy?"
"Yes baby -- our pussies, our mouths, our breasts, our asses -- all of us. His is the only dick we need! Now lick Mommy's pussy but don't eat any of the cum. It has to stay in Mommy so Mommy can have Uncle Carl's baby! Oooh, that's it -- good girl. Lick Mommy's clit. Uncle Carl pounded Mommy's clit and you need to kiss it."
Hannah kept kissing the clit that was in her face. She treated it almost as well as she treated my dick. Her own mother's clit. Right above the pussy she'd come from, which was currently full of my sperm. I pictured myself inside Susan, throbbing as I filled her with cum, giving her the baby she'd always fantasized about.
My eyes traced along Hannaha's back, over the firm cheeks of her ass. I reached out and rubbed them. She raised her ass further in appreciation. I moved a little so I could see her perfect little pussy between her thighs. I knew my niece's pussy well -- very well. My tongue, fingers and cock had all spent time in that sweet, tight little haven. But now I was picturing my dick filling it, both with my shaft and with my sperm. I pictured my load inside her, swimming, searching, working to make my niece a mother. A mother like the woman she was licking.
I had meant to give the biggest load I could to Susan, and do the bar minimum with Hannah. I wanted to enjoy her body just the way it was for as long as possible. Seeing her like she was, her face between her mother's legs and her ass high in the air -- it wasn't helping me stick to my plan.
"Oh baby that feels so fucking good -- almost as good as his sperm inside you, making you pregnant, so he'll be inside you for nine months. Oh fuck that tongue! Fuck! Are you sure you want this baby? You could always wait, Uncle Carl will always be around to impregnate you whenever you decide."
"I want it so fucking bad! I want his baby! I want to feel him cum in me and know we're making a baby! I want it SO FUCKING BAD MOMMY!"
Well what do you know, I was rock hard again. I crawled behind my niece and ran my knob up and down between her lips.
"He's gonna do it Mommy. He's gonna breed me! Thank you Uncle Carl! OHH!"
I entered her. She was so wet with her need for my cock. She wrapped her arms around her mother's thighs and laid her head on her mother's mound. She wanted to focus on receiving my sperm, my cock. I caressed her ass as my shaft began the ritual inside my young niece.
"That's it baby, just enjoy it. Take his cock. Uncle Carl's dick is going to feed your body, fill your womb. Feel every thrust. He's going to get you pregnant. You're being such a good lover for him, I'm so proud of you baby! Do you feel him inside you?"
"Fuck it feels so fucking goddam good Mommy! His dick is in my bare, fertile pussy! I love it so much!"
"I know little one, I love his dick too. His dick is all we need, isn't it? This is the only dick on earth!"
"I want that cum. I want to feel it in my womb Mommy!"
"You will baby. Let him fuck you -- let him make love to you."
I slowed my pace and gently removed myself.
"Uncle Carl, what are you doing? Put it back!"
"I will baby; roll over for me."
While Hannah was getting on her back I moved up and fed my little sister. "Taste your daughter on my dick. You love that don't you little sister? When you fantasized about me impregnating you, did you imagine I'd get your daughter pregnant too? You're both going to raise my babies!"
Susan's desperate sucking told me how much that turned her on. "That's it, taste Hannah's cunt on my dick!"
I pulled it out of my sister's mouth and got between Hannah's legs. She looked up at me with adoration in her eyes as I prepared to slide back inside her fertile body.
"I love you Uncle Carl."
"I love you Hannah."
"Are you going to breed me, Uncle Carl?"
"Yes princess, I am. You're far too sweet and sexy to resist."
"You like my pussy?"
"Baby, I love everything about you. Your body, your heart, your sweet, wonderful nature -- and that amazing pussy, absolutely."
I drilled her some more, then she asked "Uncle Carl, have you ever fucked a pregnant woman?"
"I have baby. You're going to be even sweeter though -- you and your Mommy."
"So we can keep having sex even when I'm pregnant?"
"There'll be times you won't want to, but other than that we can do it right up to delivery!"
"It doesn't hurt the baby?"
"No, we can be perfectly safe for the baby while I'm sliding my hard cock into your sweet (thrust) wet (thrust) pregnant (thrust) little pussy!"
"That's so good to hear -- my one concern was going without your cock for months. I think that would drive me crazy!"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of both of you as much as you want, especially while you're carrying our baby!"
"Mmm, our baby. That sounds so good. If we're going to make it happen that big, hard cock has to feed my womb Uncle Carl." She worked her hips, doing everything her sweet young body could to pleasure me.
I was so focused on Hannah it surprised the hell out of me when Susan slipped behind me and started whispering in my ear.
"You're such a good lover baby -- Hannah and I talked about this a lot. She wants to have your baby. I wasn't on board at first but she's ready. Mate with her. Make her a mother." She licked behind my ear with her breasts pressed against my back.
"Oh, I feel like I'm making love to both of you at once! I loved taking your bare pussy little sister. I'm going to fill your womb Hannah -- you're going to be my lover and my baby's lover little one!"
"That's right big brother!" Susan was speaking much louder now. "I can still feel your cum in my pussy, finding my eggs. I'm going to have your baby Carl. It will be your brother or sister Hannah. And when Uncle Carl creams in your pussy and gets you pregnant, it will be my grandbaby and my niece or nephew. We're going to have his babies together. That's what good girls do for their man."
I was pumping away while my possibly pregnant sister talked much more loudly than necessary to her daughter. It was so erotic listening to her explain her desires, her plans to Hannah while my bare dick was moving inside her.
"Is he right Mommy? Can he fuck me while I'm pregnant? Did you fuck while you were pregnant?"
"Sure he can baby. He can fuck you as much as he wants -- when I'm not fucking him. I didn't really fuck while I was pregnant, but I fucking wore out a dildo pretending it was Uncle Carl. I'd fuck myself and say "fuck me big brother, fuck your pregnant sister! When I was alone I'd scream it out loud, FUCK YOUR PREGNANT SISTER BIG BROTHER! That would make me cum so fucking hard. FUCK YOUR PREGNANT SISTER BIG BROTHER! FUCK YOUR PREGNANT SISTER BIG BROTHER! NNNNNNGH!"
I felt Susan's weight against my back. She bit down hard on my neck. She was orgasming. I might have too if it weren't for the teeth trying to sink into my neck.
Hannah stared over my shoulder until her mother stopped shaking.
"I hope you really will fuck my pregnant pussy Uncle Carl. I had a girlfriend who got pregnant and she was so fucking horny almost all the time! You're not going to let me stay horny, are you? You're not going to make me go without this dick, are you? I already need it SO FUCKING BAD!"
"Do you need his cum baby? Just like Mommy does? Take his cum in your pussy like Mommy did. He's bare inside your fertile little pussy baby. He's gonna drink your milk -- both of us will. Imagine Mommy and Uncle Carl each sucking your tits and drinking your milk!"
The first load of sperm shot out of my cock as I thrust as deeply as possible. Hannah's legs were up, taking me so deep I could feel her cervix. Hannah screamed YESSSSS! Susan licked my nipple and my whole body spasmed. My dick throbbed as jet after jet of sperm filled my fertile niece. I was jammed so deep into her I actually felt bruised the next day. Hannah screamed as I impregnated her, her legs spread as wide as possible to take me as deep as she could.
"That's it big brother, breed her like you bred me!" Susan yelled. "We both want your babies! Fuck her!"
Hannah was clutching me, gripping tight as I hammered away, pulsing and spurting in her womb. She grunted, writhing, occasionally gasping "breed me!" I felt like I weighed a million pounds, and every ounce of it was driving my dick into her eager, receptive body.
I collapsed on top of my niece. She was helpless underneath me, but also purring with happiness.
"Did you get me pregnant Uncle Carl? Mommy, did he breed me?"
"He did baby, I just know it. We're both going to have Uncle Carl's babies!"
I rolled off and lay gasping, trying to recover. Wondering if Susan was right. I didn't know if I wanted her to be or not, but I was completely sure I wanted to fuck like that again. Fucking my sister and niece had always been amazing. Fucking them when they were that desperate was unreal.
I cracked an eye open. It was very dark. I felt a head on my shoulder, and another on my stomach. I tried to figure something out, but I couldn't even be sure what problem I was trying to solve. Then it was morning. Early morning though, judging by the light.
I kissed Hannah. Her head was on my shoulder. Then I moved her and gave my sister a kiss.
"Listen my lipstick lovers, that was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. I hope you're both pregnant now. But I've got to dash. I don't think Melissa was expecting me to be out all night."
"Of course big brother. Thank you so much -- we'll see you again soon, right?"
"Absolutely!"
"Love you Uncle Carl."
"I love you Hannah."
The naked hugs felt so good I almost stayed a while longer. But I wanted to get back to Melissa.
"Carl, is that you?"
"Sure is baby! I'm home!"
"Finally! You know, Annie was telling me her husband sometimes sleeps at home, with her!"
Uh-oh.
"Come here sweetheart. I love sleeping next to you baby. You are my soul mate. Susan and Hannah just wore me out."
"I understand, and I know it's going to happen since you own a harem" she smirked. "But don't make it TOO often, okay? I didn't marry the man I adore to be lonely at night. Well, to be lonely after I... rub a few out."
I gave her a passionate kiss. I could already tell she'd handled this well -- speaking up before she got really upset. I also knew she could see that I was really listening. There's a reason our marriage has lasted.
"I love you baby -- I understand."
"Did you at least bring me a present?"
"Well, I haven't showered...."
"Mmm, that's my stud." She squatted in front of me and pulled down my pants. I could smell my sister and my niece on my dick. It must have been intense for Melissa, right there in front of her. She sucked me into her mouth, and I quickly got hard. She sucked and bobbed, cleaning my lovers off of my dick.
"Guess what they wanted?" I gasped as my lovely wife worked on my rod.
"Babies?" she asked.
"You knew?"
"You don't think they forgot to check with the queen first, did you?" she smiled.
"I love you baby."
"You'd better!" she said, turning around. I slid myself deep into her wet core, fucking my wife hard and deep. She was loving it, pushing back against me, wanting her reward as quickly as possible. I gave her what she needed, pounding fast and hard until I started throbbing.
"That's it baby, give me what you gave your sister, and your niece! Fuck me! Give me your cum baby!"
I drove myself into her, loving the feeling of being inside my soul mate. She flexed her Kegels and I began spurting deep inside her. We both moaned in pleasure as her body took my sperm. I clutched her to me as we orgasmed.
"Oh, that was just what I needed. Until tonight. You sleep here tonight, okay?"
"Try and stop me my love."
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"cuckqueen",
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Le Français is an original Law Enforcement series playing with the Cop/Not-a-Cop trope, mixed with some social power play, and (hopefully) realistic BDSM elements. The series will jump between categories based on the content of each part. This series is sponsored by the fantastic ThL!
In this chapter you can expect a confrontation from an unexpected place, going undercover again, and a dead body.
Marc takes a meeting with Victor that goes sideways.
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Chapter 87
Marc's patience might have been an aggravation to the Detectives, who were texting him for updates on a daily basis, but he was very aware that he was dealing with a delicate situation.
Work, at least, was as it always was. It was still the quiet period for the year, and he often thought of February and March as the lull before the storm that was young, hungry Finance folks waking up like bears at the end of winter and wanting to gorge themselves on the fresh berries on the trees, salmon in the streams and wayward reckless campers and tourists. Soon enough he would be putting in extra hours to keep ahead of his hungry staff as they hunted down the work and brought it in for him to close.
Four days since the encounter he'd planned between Sinead and Felicity, and a week since he'd sat down with the Detectives at the coffee shop,
was
stretching things in terms of the Victor situation though. Marc was starting to consider options beyond his current thoughts and plans. Unfortunately, those options boiled down to him taking a risk and making his involvement in the eventual case more obvious or tapping into Astrid as a resource again.
Except Astrid had made it clear she wasn't interested, so
getting
her interested would require what would likely be a very humbling and uncomfortable experience.
The risk sounded a lot better than handing Astrid the reins during a private encounter, even if it did mean reputational damage.
Thankfully, Marc was saved from those considerations by Jillian coming to his office door. The gorgeous woman was stone-faced and only knocked perfunctorily before striding in since his door was open.
"Marc, I'd really appreciate some
warning
before that man comes in," she said.
That one threw Marc off a little. "I'm sorry, Jillian.
Who
is here?"
"Victor," she said, her voice dripping with distaste.
"Ah," Marc said, then frowned. "Ah. I wasn't expecting him, Jillian, or I would have. My apologies."
"I would be more than happy to let him know you are occupied and he should email you to request a meeting," Jillian said, a cool smirk on her lips.
"No, no," Marc sighed. "I'll come fetch him away from your desk and handle this now." He stood, expecting her to head towards the door, but she didn't, and he slowly buttoned his jacket. "Something else?"
"
Why
is he here, Marc?" his secretary asked. "Unscheduled, off the books. He's definitely not your friend just stopping in for a chat. Does he have anything to do with the Detective who's barged in here?"
Marc paid Jillian well to be good at her job, so it was entirely unsurprising that she was piecing together the strange occurrences of the past two months.
It was still a little frustrating, but unsurprising.
"
Je te le dirais si je pouvais,
" Marc sighed. "But it's best if I don't. For the both of us."
Jillian narrowed her eyes, looking Marc up and down quickly as she made an obvious assessment of her boss. "Is it?" She challenged him. "Marc, if you're in some sort of trouble, you do know you could trust me to do what's best for you, right?"
Marc grunted softly and took a breath, looking his secretary in the eye and purposefully
not
giving her the same assessing look. Jillian knew she was a beautiful woman, and she dressed to be chic and stylish and sometimes even distracting, knowing a very small part of her role in the office was to provide just a touch of classy eye candy. And she was
very
good at walking that line. Today, she was wearing a sleek black pantsuit made out of a shimmery material, the cut of it accenting her slim body while also emphasizing her bust under the white shirt and thin black tie. She wasn't showing anything, and yet the eye would inevitably be drawn to her charms.
And Marc was religious about
not
undressing her in his mind's eye because he knew she was a lesbian in a committed relationship, and she appreciated a softer touch when someone was admiring her.
"I do, Jillian," he finally said. "If I haven't made it clear before now - if something happened here and I was leaving the firm, I wouldn't
expect
you to follow me, but I would make certain that wherever I landed next would have an option for me to bring you over if you wanted. You're
the
most valuable member of this team, and I trust you to know everything."
"Except this," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"If you truly want to know, I'll tell you," Marc said sincerely. "I'm being truthful when I tell you, it is better if you
don't
know this thing."
"You'll tell me anything I want to know?"
"I will," Marc nodded. It
could
be helpful to have Jillian in-the-know when it came to the dealings with the Detective - or at least the Victor-related elements. She could help with managing any future necessary mid-day outings if the Detectives required his presence for something.
"Are you going to ask Felicity to marry you?"
Of all the possible questions Marc had been ready to answer, he hadn't expected
that.
"Pardon?"
Jillian tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at him. "You heard me," she said. "You've been seeing Felicity for, what, four years now?"
"Over three," Marc said.
"
Nearly
four," Jillian said. "And she's brilliant, funny, beautiful, and loves you. So what are you doing? Are you going to ask her to marry you, or are you just stringing her along?"
Marc cleared his throat and turned, pacing toward the large window that looked out over Adelaide West and the Toronto financial district. It was another snowy, quiet day, but the city streets were packed anyway - only an actual storm could slow down traffic through a city like Toronto. He shook his head and turned back to Jillian, leaning against the windowsill. "Felicity and I have a clear understanding of our relationship," he told her.
"When was the last time you
discussed
that understanding?" Jillian asked. She must have seen something in his face. "Years?"
"I'm not entirely sure," Marc sighed.
"Years, then," Jillian nodded.
"Where is this coming from?" Marc asked. "I thought you wanted to know about Victor?"
"You say I don't, so I trust you that I don't," Jillian said, sitting down on the edge of his desk. "But I
do
want to know about this. Because, besides me, Felicity is the best thing that's ever happened to you."
That brought a little smirk to Marc's lips as he chuckled and shook his head. "Would it help if I promised to
have
a conversation with Felicity about this first?"
Jillian pursed her lips slightly, eyes narrowing again. "It would," she said. Then she sighed. "Honestly, Marc, if
you
don't lock that shit down, I might consider opening my relationship up for a third. Felicity is
that
amazing. She's going to get tired of waiting at some point."
"I'll talk to her," Marc promised Jillian. He didn't mention
what
he would talk to Felicity about - he would need to figure that out. How did you tell your regular escort that she was doing such a good job that people were expecting you to propose?
"Good enough," Jillian said. "For now."
"Any other deeply personal topics you'd like to ask me about before I get Victor out of the waiting area?"
"I'd ask what your bonus was last year, but I already know," she smirked. "Now, please
do
come get that greaseball away from my desk for whatever clandestine bullshit you have going on."
Marc followed Jillian out of his office and down towards the elevators and her desk, and he couldn't help a quick glance down. Her ass was
just
as nice in those slacks and heels as ever.
Victor was sitting in the waiting area of the floor lobby, perched on the edge of one of the comfortable seats and looking down at his phone as he typed furiously with both thumbs. Marc cleared his throat as he approached, heading straight for him while Jillian moved back around her desk. When Victor looked up, Marc got the sense that the man was tired - perhaps more than a regular night out might make him.
What have you been up to, Victor?
He thought.
"Marc," Victor said, standing up and offering his hand.
"Victor," Marc nodded, accepting the handshake and adding a second hand to his end to project a warmth he wasn't feeling. "I'm surprised to see you. Please, come back to my office."
"No, no," Victor said. "I just need a minute. Is there-" he glanced at Jillian, then down the corridor towards where Marc's team were diligently working. "Maybe just in the stairwell?"
Marc frowned but nodded and gestured Victor towards the stairs around the side of the bank of elevators. The bare, utilitarian concrete of the inner stairwell was cold and the crash of the door shutting echoed up and down the boxy tunnel.
"What can I do for you, Victor?" Marc asked. "You don't look so good."
"Just a late night," Victor waved off his concern. "Look, Marc, I apologised once, but- What happened at the Poker night shouldn't have happened. Again, I'm sorry that my other guests brought someone who caused you trouble like that."
"It's in the past, Victor," Marc said. "I assure you, no permanent harm was done - to either party - and I hold no ill will towards you for the actions of a guest of a guest."
"OK," he sighed, relieved. "That's good to hear. In that case, I
do
have an issue. Sort of in line with what we discussed before. Would you be able to meet tonight and go over some details?"
Marc raised an eyebrow, considering his options. "Are we speaking purely
financial
details, or more... direct?"
"Maybe a bit of both," Victor grimaced.
"Where would you like to meet?"
Victor sighed and ran a hand through his greasy hair. "The warehouse where we had the Poker night would probably be best," he said. "Eight o'clock? If we get done early, I'll take you out for a drink."
"Eight works for me," Marc nodded, making a mental note that he would need to reschedule with Felicity. "Are you sure I can't do anything for you now? A refreshment? A coffee? You look worn out, my friend."
"I'm two espressos in already," Victor shook his head. "If I have any more coffee right now, I'll start vibrating. Just come see me tonight, yeah?"
"Of course," Marc said, offering his hand to the man and shaking again before leading him back out of the stairwell and to the elevators. "Have a good afternoon, Victor," Marc said as he thumbed the call button.
"Uh, yeah," Victor said as the elevator opened within moments. "You too. See you tonight."
The elevators closed behind the man, and Marc sighed softly before turning to meet Jillian's gaze.
"You know I can hear everything through that door," she said.
"I know," Marc nodded with a little smile. "And I trust you."
"Should I be ready to call the police if you don't check in by a certain time tonight? Send them to a certain location to check for your corpse?"
"No, my dear," Marc said. "I don't expect there to be any trouble like
that.
Not tonight."
"Mhmm," Jillian hummed, her eyes making it clear she did
not
agree with him.
"I'll be fine," Marc assured her. "And I'll bring- what do they say in those police shows? I'll bring back up."
Translations
"Je te le dirais si je pouvais," = "I would tell you if I could,"
Chapter 88
"You're sure you're ready for this?" Sinead asked.
Marc sighed, trying to project serene confidence to the Detective, but didn't have a chance to say anything.
"He's already been in there before," Jules said. "You said Victor looked tired and sounded worried about his internal business, right?"
"I did," Marc nodded. "He referenced a previous conversation where he was concerned about theft. I presume he's worried about employees skimming from his operation more than would be expected."
"Considering he's funding his lifestyle doing the same thing, that's a little rich," Jules murmured and shook her head. Then she focused on Sinead. "He'll be fine."
"I will be fine, Detective," Marc added.
"Jesus Christ, you two," Sinead scoffed. "I meant, is he ready to put on the act
alone
instead of with me beside him. Going undercover without a partner is harder than with."
Marc got the distinct impression that the look Detective Xu gave Detective Connors was communicating mild, sarcastic disbelief.
"Yes, Detective," Marc assured Sinead again. "I am ready to go. I will not really even be 'undercover' - I'm simply being myself. In an odd circumstance, certainly, but still myself."
"I'd still feel better if you were wearing a wire," Jules said.
"Except that the wire, besides being dangerous, would require me to testify if anyone found out about it," Marc reinforced his previous argument over wearing a mic, or even a button camera. "And, for our goals today, it is entirely unnecessary. Where the crates are moving, when they are moving, and how if possible,
oui?
"
"What and why would also be helpful," Sinead said.
"All the questions," Marc smirked a little. "
Bon.
Then it's time."
Sinead looked like she wanted to say something else but she quashed it, simply nodding instead.
"Be careful," Jules cautioned him. "We're only going to know you need help if there are gunshots or you let out a bloodcurdling scream in the yard."
Marc chuckled and shook his head. "If either of those things happens, I assume your help would be too late anyways." He turned and got into his car, getting himself settled as the Detectives got into their unmarked cruiser. There was a part of Marc that had wanted to reassure Sinead more - it was the role of a Dom to make sure that, unless a little bit of fear was intentionally part of the game and in measured amounts, the submissive should feel safe and trust in their Dom.
No matter what he or Detective Xu said, there was no making this meeting
perfectly
safe. Something could go wrong. Hell, Victor could be setting him up for an ambush if he had figured out that Marc was playing him, or that Sinead was a police officer. Or it could be even more simple than that and the Italians, despite the assurances of the men in charge that nothing would follow Marc, had decided that he needed to be taught a lesson. Marc had run through the particular scenarios several times and had come to the conclusion that none of them were
likely,
but many were mildly possible.
But oftentimes, the most likely scenario was the most correct. Victor wanted to use Marc's particular set of skills, and that was all this was.
They had met about ten blocks away from the warehouse in a Tim Horton's parking lot, so Marc pulled onto the street and headed towards the lake. It was a clear evening, a little warmer than the last few weeks, and the snow on the streets was starting to melt away. That made the city
damp,
unfortunately, and grimy with the dirt mixed into all the melting slush. It was his least-favourite time of year.
Marc took a weaving route, knowing that the Detectives were following him at a distance but wanting to come at the warehouse from the direction of Downtown and the financial district - it was the little things that mattered, after all. He pulled onto the correct street, and about halfway down he glanced into his rearview mirror and saw the Detectives pull into a parking spot on the side of the road.
The gate to the warehouse yard was open, so he pulled in and backed his car up to the building about ten feet from the door that had been used for entry during the Poker Night. There wasn't anyone around, working or lingering, so Marc locked his car and went to the door, giving it a pounding knock with his fist.
When he didn't get an answer in the first two minutes, he gave another knock with an even heavier hand, the sound of it booming from the metal door.
Still nothing.
Marc sighed and took out his phone, dialing Victor's number. It rang through to an answering machine with no message other than a beep, so he hung up.
By all rights, he probably should have left at that point. But Jillian's annoyance and the Detective's worry about leads slipping through her fingers made Marc reconsider needing to meet with Victor again.
Shaking his head at himself, he tried the door and it opened easily. Unlocked.
Perhaps Victor is not so paranoid as I thought,
Marc grimaced.
That, or he is the kind of man who walks into his friends' houses without knocking and being invited in.
Stepping into the dark warehouse, the only light was coming from up in the loft area where the poker tournament was held, the golden glow coming through the covered windows that used to overlook the warehouse floor. Music was also playing up there, some sort of electronic dance music echoing out and down the stairs.
Marc sighed and looked to his right and left, finding a bank of light switches, and he flipped several of them. A moment later, the overhead lights of the main warehouse blinked on as they warmed up.
"
Merde,
" Marc muttered.
The crates were gone. The warehouse was completely empty.
The question was how long ago they had been moved - was that why Victor had been so tired? Was he managing a late-night exchange?
If that were the case, the Detectives would have some catching up to do.
With another sigh, Marc went to the stairs and headed up to the lavish parlor above. The door to the lifted space was standing open, the hallway lit with the same golden light as the main parlor, but there was no slinkily dressed blonde to take his coat with a smile or offer him a drink. He headed through, noting cautiously that the doors beyond the main parlor doors were standing open - the coat room, the security room where they had stored the buy-in money during the games, and presumably some sort of office.
Marc knocked loudly on the doorway to the main parlour, since that was where the music was coming from, as he looked in. All the lights were on, no one was behind the bar, and two of the poker tables must have been packed up and put away because there was only one standing in the open space, and it had been joined by a billiards table. Where they had stored
that
during the poker tournament, Marc couldn't guess.
Victor was sitting on a stool at the bar, hunched over something he was working on.
"Victor," Marc called, but the music was too loud. He could barely hear
himself.
Marc moved into the room, approaching Victor and looking around. The place was empty of anyone else. He stopped about halfway across the parlour.
Victor was pale. Deathly pale. Curled up over the bar, his face pressed to it firmly, a white powder smeared across the smooth, polished bar top, his cheek and lips, and under his nose.
"Huh," Marc grunted, a little startled.
Victor was dead.
"
Cela complique les choses,
" Marc murmured to himself.
It wasn't the first time Marc had found a dead body - not that it was a regular occurance, and it had been several years since the last time, but he was not as shocked as that first time as a teenager finding his friend's older brother OD'd on the bathroom floor during a house party back in Paris. Or even the last time, diving off the coast of Malta, when a body carried by the waves smacked right into the side of the tour boat.
No, this time felt different.
Marc backed away from Victor's body, his mind quickly racing through what the appropriate response would be. If he were here for normal reasons, the
proper
response would be to call emergency services and begin performing CPR, hoping to get Victor's brain enough oxygen to remain viable for Narcan to take effect when it arrived.
This was not a normal circumstance, however, and the pale, lifeless body very much looked like he may have been down for longer than a few minutes already.
Looking around again, Marc did some quick re-calculations.
The doors were all open and unlocked. The front gate was also unlocked. No one else was in the building.
Had
someone been in the building?
Had someone, perhaps, already discovered Victor and taken advantage of the opportunity to make off with whatever valuables they could snatch up?
Marc backed out of the parlour entirely and went to the doors further down the hallway outside. The coat room was empty except for the coat Victor had been wearing earlier, a pair of heels that Marc thought might have been worn by the blonde hostess during the Poker party, and a small umbrella stand with several umbrellas, billiards cues and a hockey stick propped up in the corner.
The security room was another matter. The three main features of the room were a safe, a desk, and a bank of boxy monitors that were all currently blank. A space on the desk where dust had accumulated and then gotten swiped spoke volumes to the lack of a computer - someone didn't want to chance the recordings being examined. The safe was hanging open, and Mark took out his driving gloves and put them on before using a finger to open it further. Empty.
He walked around the messy desk, tutting to himself lightly as he tried not to think about the body in the other room. Taking out his phone, he started taking pictures of anything that looked halfway important.
Victor thought someone was stealing from him, and now he was dead, and someone had
certainly
stolen from him. Whatever assets that the man had been hoarding here were long gone, and it was hard to know who might have taken advantage of the situation - the hostess? One of the security guards? Or one of his many criminal contacts?
Who would take over his business operations? Victor had been surprisingly adept at weaving together his network and even pulling that network together into social settings. Would his death have an impact on the criminal element of the city?
And what about his wife? His mistresses?
His assets were scattered across multiple accounts, hidden away so that no one person understood the
amount
he had on hand.
No one but Marc, who had so recently combed through Victor's entire list of assets.
That, for some reason, made him feel uncomfortable now.
Carefully putting everything back where he had found it, Marc quickly checked the desk drawers and took some more photos, then decided that now was the time to be thorough and checked under the desk.
There was a handgun taped under the desktop and a small USB even further back.
Deciding it was worth the risk, Marc pulled the USB from its place, wrapped the ends of the tape around it, and tucked it into his jacket pocket.
With nothing else to note in the security office, Marc stood and brushed off the knees of his suit trousers and headed back out to the parlour.
Victor was still perched where Marc had left him, face-down in his own drugs. Marc whistled to himself, shaking his head, and approached the bar, but instead of going to Victor, he went around to the serving side and pulled down a bottle of the very nice Château Angelus bordeaux he'd spied the last time he had been sitting on the other side of the bar. Holding the bottle, Marc turned back to look at Victor. "
Savais-tu seulement ce que tu avais ici, mon ami?
" he asked the corpse. The Hommage à Elisabeth Bouchet vintage was not one of
the
most expensive of the Bordeaux wines, his favourite region to buy from, but it was up there and was only produced in particularly good years.
Marc set the bottle on the bar top and considered uncorking it then and there, since it was Victor's, but decided against it. Finally working himself up to the task, Marc peeled the glove off his right hand and reached across the bar, pressing the back of two fingers to Victor's neck to check for a pulse.
He was cold, and there was no pulse.
Marc grunted and withdrew his hand, putting his glove back on and turning away from the corpse as he pursed his lips. Spying a nice bottle of whiskey half-finished, Marc shrugged, unstoppered the bottle and brought it to his lips, taking a sip and feeling the pleasant burning of the alcohol wash over his tongue and down his throat. He set the bottle down on the bar top, bracing his other hand wide as he leaned on it and stared at the top of the dead man's head.
And that's how the Italians found him as they sauntered into the room.
Translations
"Cela complique les choses," = "This complicates things."
"Savais-tu seulement ce que tu avais ici, mon ami?" = "Did you even know what you had, my friend?"
Chapter 89
"This isn't good," Sinead muttered. "This is
not
good."
"We don't know that," Jules hissed.
Sinead clenched a fist low out of Jules' sight and tried not to bounce her knee as well. Three cars, blacked out, all pulling into the warehouse yard at the same time? They hadn't heard anything from Marc for about ten minutes, which really wasn't that long if things were going well, but if they weren't, it could be too long already.
"We should try to get a look," Sinead said.
Jules grunted and rolled her eyes. "And do what? They're probably already inside. Or, if they left guards with the cars, then what? You get spotted and play the dumb bimbo who somehow got lost near the docks?"
"Fuck off," Sinead scoffed. By the look on Jules's face, she knew that Sinead knew she was right.
"Look, we just need to be patient," Jules sighed. "This is why you're so shitty at using Informants, by the way."
"What?" Sinead asked. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are," Jules said. "Usually, you pick people who need you
way
more than they can offer you to earn your help. And you get too invested, and then things go wrong. This is why you barely ever cultivate CIs to begin with."
"Fuck off," Sinead repeated herself, muttering as she looked back out the window. This was the problem with having a partner for so long and being best friends with her. She knew your weak spots and history. And what buttons to push.
"Have you slept with Marc yet?"
"No," Sinead said.
"Alright," Jules backpedalled a little.
They both watched the open warehouse yard gate, window rolled down partially despite the cool, damp weather, listening for gunshots or screams.
- - - - -
The problem with playing it cool in an uncomfortable situation is that, to make it work, you
must
maintain that cool. Marc was a practiced hand at that in the corporate world. Playing cat and mouse, digging out truths and untruths, fishing for little details while pretending they meant nothing. Occasionally discovering heinous stuff - horrible business practices, hush money cover-ups, that sort of thing.
It was difficult to keep that facade when two Italian mobsters pulled Victor up from his slouched position and revealed two bloodsoaked holes in her chest.
"Well, that's interesting," Marc said in surprise.
Victor didn't just overdose; he was shot.
"You think this is interesting, huh?" the leader of the five Calabrian mafia goons asked. "He's fucking dead, and you think that's interesting?"
Marc shrugged a little despite the very large man currently looming over him at the end of the bar like an American Football linebacker waiting to rush and tackle him. "I assumed he had died of an overdose," Marc said truthfully. "Those wounds make this a very different sort of scene."
It was a bit of a standoff. Marc was, unfortunately,
not
face to face with the swarthy Italian-Canadian he'd played cards with several nights ago. Instead, the leader of these gangsters was the severe-faced, skinnier one with the big nose. A part of Marc still couldn't give over how much he looked like Jean, his friend from Nice. Not that the resemblance did any favours to Marc whatsoever.
And he wasn't the only problem.
"I'll get him talking," Liam said. The Irishman didn't look too bad after their scuffle during the Poker party, but then neither did Marc. He was, however, still walking with a bit of a limp, favouring the leg that Marc had kicked in the knee. "Just fucking let me have him. It'll take me two fucking minutes, Antony."
When they had first walked in, the hot headed Irishman had only been stopped from reaching Marc by skinny Antony getting the big one to hold Liam back.
Antony shook his head, grimacing as he looked over Victor. "I'm assuming you don't have a gun on you, Mr Fornier?"
"I don't," Marc said. "Unlike you fine gentlemen, my line of work does not require the occasional bullet or threat of one."
"How about cocaine?" he asked, looking from Victor's powder-smeared face to the powder on the bar top.
"My poison of choice is a good wine, I'm afraid," Marc said. "I haven't had a sniff of cocaine since one
very
wild party my freshman year of University in Paris, and that was... well, long enough ago, now."
"He's obviously got something to do with it," Liam growled. "Look at him, just drinking fucking whiskey and staring at the body."
"What's obvious," Marc said dryly. "Is that the adults are talking."
Antony sighed heavily, grabbing Victor by the face and turning him to examine him for any other markings. There didn't seem to be any from Marc's point of view - no bruising or damage. He wasn't entirely sure how the timing of all of that could work since he wasn't a forensics or biology expert. How long after a man died could he still sustain a bruise?
"No exit wounds," Antony murmured. "So the bullets were small calibre and still in him. Have you looked around?"
"The safe in the office back there is hanging open," Marc said. "And I believe a computer has been effectively ripped from the security system."
Antony
tsked
and shook his head, giving off an air of accusing
'Amateur.'
"If it would help anything, I would be happy to let you search my car. I clearly haven't stuffed his wads of cash down my pants," Marc said.
"Why are you
here
then, Mr Fornier?" Antony asked.
"Originally, due to Victor here asking me to come and help him sort out a financial issue with his business. He hadn't given me the details yet, but I believe it had something to do with employees skimming too heavily for his liking," Marc said. There was no point in lying - Victor was dead, and they couldn't kill him any more if his side business was something they got mad over. "As for why I am
still
here?" He gestured to the bottle of wine between him and the big man at the end of the bar. "As I said, my poison of choice. And Victor was hoarding quite a nice bottle. I thought it would be for the best not to let a fine vintage such as that end up in an evidence locker or disappear into a police officer's bag. And the whiskey - well, I thought it prudent to drink to a fallen friend's memory before I took my leave."
Antony picked up the bottle of wine and looked over the label. "Chateau Angelus?"
"A winery on the Right Bank of Bordeaux, near Saint-Emilion," Marc said. "Not so well known as others, but the Hommage cuvée there is a new vintage and considered
quite
good."
"Huh," Antony grunted, frowning as he looked over the bottle, then back up at Marc. "How good are we talking?"
Marc sifted through his mind, considering. "Perhaps the third or fourth most expensive modern Bordeaux bottle? Around $1500 American retail."
"One bottle?" the big goon grunted in surprise.
"
Oui,
one bottle," Marc said. "Now, I would be thrilled to talk Bordeaux with you gentlemen another time, or even host a tasting if we had enough of a range available to make it worthwhile, but I do feel that there are pressing matters at hand." He gestured to Victor's dead body.
"Are you
seriously
buying this?" Liam growled from where he was pacing back and forth behind the billiards table.
Antony sighed, sucking on his teeth for a moment as he pursed his lips in thought. "What was your plan before we showed up?"
"My plan?" Marc chuckled. "I had no plan. I was going to put the bottle in my car and call the police to report finding Victor having suffered an overdose, unaware of
this
situation. I can still do that if you like, and you gentlemen were never here."
"No, no," Antony shook his head. He looked to the two men who had been manhandling Victor and nodded to them, then back out the door. "Check the office for what might be useful." They nodded and started to leave.
"Antony," Liam growled.
"Shut up, Liam," Antony spat, turning and glaring at the blond Irishman. "You got your chance to try and show Mr Fornier here how tough and mean you were, and you were unable to do so. Drop it."
Liam threw his hands up in the air and stormed out of the room.
Antony turned back to Marc. "You were doing financial work for Victor?" he asked.
"Looking into his investment portfolio as a favour," I said. "Not exactly my usual fare, but he was an interesting man to get to know."
"Mm," Antony grunted. "No, it isn't."
Marc felt a single bead of sweat crawling down his spine. He wasn't surprised that this man knew his last name after the events of the poker tournament, but they had apparently done
research.
Not good.
"We'll clean things up here, Mr Fornier," Antony said. "No need to call the police for an overdose, clearly. The way I see it, he got shot while sitting down, turned on his seat and decided he was better off going with his nose stuffed with cocaine and fentanyl than not. Easier not to bother the police with this one - we'll figure out who shot our mutual friend."
"I see," Marc said. "Well, I have a feeling your investigation and... justice... will be a bit more prompt than whatever the police could come up with."
"Mm," Antony smirked.
"Well, I leave you to it, then," Marc said, gesturing to the body and then to the bottle that Antony was still holding. "If you haven't tried it before, you keep that. I assure you that it will be worth breaking out for a romantic partner. And you, my big friend," Marc said, looking at the larger goon and then turning back to the wall of bottles. He scanned down the line quickly. "Ah, yes, this one," he said, picking one out. "Not quite as rare or fancy as the
Hommage a Elisabeth Bouchet
, but a very fine bottle all the same. A cabernet franc from the Loire Valley." He handed the bottle to the hulking man, who looked down at it curiously and turned it over in his hands.
"Have a good afternoon, Mr Fornier," Antony said, smirking a little and making Marc think twice about comparing him to his friend from Nice because of the predator look in the man's eyes. "If anything comes up, you'll hear from us."
"Mm," Marc grunted, imitating the habit of the other man, and then hesitated. "Perhaps an escort down to my car? Young Liam headed towards the stairs, I believe."
Antony sent the big man with Marc, and they made their way out of the loft, down the rattling metal stairs and into the warehouse. Liam wasn't waiting for him there, so Marc opened the warehouse door and gestured for the goon to go first just in case the Irishman was planning an ambush. He wasn't - he was sitting in one of the cars, glaring out the windshield and smirking like a cat that ate the canary.
And Marc's driver side window was smashed in, and the mirror hanging by a loose cord.
"Ah," Marc said cooly, cocking an eyebrow and looking up at the big guy still holding the bottle of wine in one hand. "I think your friend might have had an accident out here."
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The Summer I Said Yes Pt. 02
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Romance
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The following picks up along Tiffany and Jason's cross-country adventure. This is a romance with erotica elements surrounding the sexual discovering of an 18-yo woman and an older man. If a slow-burn and age gap stories don't appeal to you, this may not be the story for you.
Discoveries
The highway hummed beneath us as Jason guided the semi through the darkness. I was curled in the passenger seat, wearing his flannel shirt and nothing else, feeling deliciously sore and completely changed. The girl who'd clocked into work eight hours ago wouldn't recognize me now.
"So," Jason said, glancing over with a satisfied grin, "tell me something about yourself I wouldn't guess."
I laughed, still floating on endorphins. "You mean besides the fact that I just ran away with a trucker?"
"Besides that."
I pushed my glasses up my nose--they'd gotten crooked during our activities and I'd forgotten to fix them. "I was in drama club. Scholar bowl too. Total nerd."
"No shit?" He looked genuinely surprised. "What plays?"
"Our Town, The Crucible. I played Emily in one and Abigail in the other." I tucked my legs under me. "I was good too. My drama teacher wanted me to audition for college programs, but..."
"But?"
"But good girls from Joplin don't run off to become actresses. They become teachers or nurses or wives."
Jason reached over, taking my hand. "Good thing you're not a good girl anymore."
"Very good thing." I squeezed his fingers, still amazed I could just touch him whenever I wanted. "What about you? What's your secret nerdy side?"
"Who says I have one?"
"Everyone has one. Come on, spill."
He was quiet for a moment. "I read. A lot. Got a library card in every major city on my route."
"What kind of books?"
"Everything. Fiction, history, science. Helps pass the time when you're waiting to load or unload." He glanced at me. "Does finding out I'm literate and well-read kill your trucker fantasy?"
"Are you kidding?" I shifted as close as the seatbelt would allow. "It makes it better. A rough-around-the-edges trucker who reads? That's like... intellectual porn."
He laughed, that snowplow-on-gravel sound I'd become addicted to. "Intellectual porn? Jesus, where'd they grow you?"
"Apparently in exactly the right place to end up here."
We talked for the next two hours, trading stories. I told him about winning the state Scholar Bowl championship, about playing Lady Macbeth senior year and scandalizing half the town with my "Out, damned spot" scene. He told me about discovering libraries as a kid escaping a rough home, about teaching himself to fix engines from books, about the philosophy degree he'd always wanted to pursue.
"Life got in the way," he said, staring at a point a thousand yards away, "but the reading stuck."
I looked at him with new eyes. This man who'd just thoroughly debauched me in a truck bed could probably quote Socrates. The contrast made my head spin in the best way.
"Glasses," he said suddenly.
"What?"
"Your glasses. They're cute as hell. Very... what's the word? Juxtaposition. This hot little body, that mouth that says the filthiest things, and then these sweet librarian glasses."
I adjusted them self-consciously. "I usually wear contacts for work, but--"
"Keep them on," he commanded. "I like them on my girl."
My girl. He kept calling me that, and every time it sent a thrill through me.
Around 3 AM, he pulled into a massive truck stop. "Fuel and food break. You hungry?"
"Starving." I stretched, noting how his eyes tracked the movement. "Among other things."
"Insatiable already? I've created a monster."
"You've created something," I agreed, then noticed the building next door. Adult World, the neon sign proclaimed. Open 24 Hours. "Do you ever go inside them?" I stared at it, fascinated.
Jason looked over and shrugged. "Yeah. Are you curious?"
"Yes. I've seen them on the highway. There's even one by Surplus City in Springfield. Ever since I was little, the places were naturally intriguing. Blacked-out windows. Neon signs in pretty colors advertising things that my dad would chuckle at, but I didn't quite understand."
Jason fueled the truck while I used the restroom, changing into one of my new outfits--another pair of short shorts and a tank top that barely qualified as clothing. When I emerged, he was leaning against the truck, watching the adult store with an unreadable expression.
"You keep looking at it." He studied me for a long moment. "You're curious."
"Maybe?" My face burned. "Is that weird?"
"Nothing weird about curiosity." He pushed off the truck. "Come on. Education's important."
"Jason, we don't have to--"
"You're gonna learn a lot of things this summer, Tiffany. Might as well start with the fun stuff." He took my hand. "Besides, might find something you like."
The inside was nothing like I'd imagined. Brightly lit, organized like any other store, just with very different merchandise. Walls of DVDs with titles that made me blush, racks of magazines, and then... things. So many things I couldn't identify.
"Breathe," Jason murmured in my ear. "Just a store."
A bored-looking clerk glanced up from a magazine, took in Jason's protective stance and my wide eyes, and went back to reading. We were apparently not the most interesting thing to happen tonight.
Jason guided me through like a tour guide at the world's most inappropriate museum. "Vibrators," he said, pointing to one wall. "Dildos and cock rings." He pointed to another. "That whole section's bondage gear."
"What's that?" I pointed to something that looked like a butterfly.
"Clit stimulator. Straps on, leaves your hands free."
"Oh." I filed that information away. "And those?"
"Anal beads."
"People actually...?"
"You'd be surprised what people actually do." He steered me past a section of truly intimidating anal devices. "Maybe not first-week material though."
"There's first-week material?"
"Honey, I've got a whole curriculum planned."
In the back, I noticed a hallway with a sign: Video Booths. "What's back there?"
Jason's expression shifted. "Booths where you can watch videos. Some have gloryholes."
"What's a gloryhole?"
He looked around, then leaned in close. "Hole in the wall between booths. Anonymous fun. Put things through, get things done to them."
My eyes widened. "People actually do that?"
"People actually do everything you can imagine and a bunch of stuff you can't." He studied my face. "Does that interest you?"
"I... I don't know. Maybe? The idea is..." I struggled for words. "Intense."
"Too intense for tonight," he decided, "but good to know you're curious."
We wandered more, and I stopped dead at one section. "Oh."
"Found something you like?"
The hosiery display was extensive. Stockings, pantyhose, fishnets, patterns I'd never seen. "I love nylons," I admitted. "Always have. The way they feel, the way they look..."
Jason's hand found my waist. "Yeah? Tell me more."
"I love thigh-highs especially. I've tried them a few times. They make me feel... I don't know. Sexy. Powerful. Like I have a secret under my clothes."
"So," he picked up a pair of red ones, "you wear them often?"
"No. Mom says I've got to wait until marriage. But I always wanted..." I touched a package of black thigh-highs with stay-up lace tops. "These."
"Get them."
"Jason--"
"And those." He pointed to another package, tan ones. "What are these?"
I read the label and nearly choked. "Crotchless pantyhose?"
"Best of both worlds. Full coverage, easy access." His hand tightened on my waist. "Perfect for truck life."
"That's so..."
"Practical?"
"I was going to say naughty."
"That too." He plucked several packages off the display. "What else?"
I moved down the display, drawn to something shimmery. "Oh wow."
It was a dress, if you could call it that. More like a nylon body stocking, completely sheer, with strategic patterns that would cover nothing.
"That's ambitious," Jason commented.
"It's beautiful," I touched it reverently. "Like wearing nothing but better."
"Can't wait to see it on you." He picked one up.
"You want to see me in that?"
He turned me to face him. "Honey, I want to see you in everything and nothing. I want to watch you discover what makes you feel good, what makes you feel powerful. This does something for you, I can tell."
"It really does," I admitted. "Is that weird?"
"Nothing weird about knowing what you like." He added the dress to our collection. "What else catches your eye?"
We explored more, Jason explaining things matter-of-factly while I tried not to combust from embarrassment and arousal. The lingerie section yielded a few more finds: a corset that would give me curves I didn't naturally have and a babydoll nightie that was more suggestion than clothing.
"Oh," I stopped at a jewelry case. "They do piercings?"
"Different kind of piercings," Jason said carefully. "Not ears."
I looked closer and understanding dawned. Intimate jewelry. Rings and barbells designed for very specific anatomy.
"People pierce their...?"
"Nipples, clit hood, labia. Increases sensitivity."
I stared at the jewelry, imagining it. The idea of metal there, something hidden that only certain people would know about...
"That's the look," Jason chuckled.
"What look?"
"The same look you had when I explained gloryholes. Curious, scared, but definitely interested."
"I've never even thought about... I mean, my ears aren't even pierced because Mom said it was trashy."
"What do you think?"
"I think..." I studied the jewelry, particularly a delicate piece designed for the clit hood. "I think I want to be the kind of girl who has secrets. Who does things her mother would faint over."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." I looked up at him. "Not tonight. But... eventually?"
"We'll find a good place. Clean, professional. Maybe in Denver." He picked up a card from the counter. "But if you're serious, might as well pick what you want now. Give you time to think about it."
I pointed to three pieces: the delicate hood ring and two matching hoops. "Those."
He added them to our growing collection without comment, but his hand on my back was warm with approval.
At the register, the clerk rang everything up without expression. The total made me gulp, but Jason handed over cash without blinking.
"Enjoy your purchases," the clerk said with the tone of someone who'd said it a thousand times.
Back at the truck, Jason stored everything while I stood there processing what had just happened.
"Overwhelmed?" he asked.
"A little. Yesterday morning I was a girl who'd never even seen a sex toy and now I own... how many?"
"Enough to start with." He pulled me against him. "Too much too fast?"
"No. Just... different. Good different." I pressed my face into his chest. "Thank you. For not making fun of me for not knowing things."
"Why would I make fun of you? Everyone starts somewhere." He tilted my chin up. "Besides, it means I get to be the one to teach you. Help you discover what you like, what makes you feel good. That's a gift, Tiffany."
"I never thought of it that way."
"Lot of things you haven't thought of yet." He kissed me soft and sweet. "Good thing we've got all summer."
"Jason?"
"Hmm?"
"The piercings. You really think I should?"
"I think you should do whatever makes you feel like yourself. If that's metal in intimate places, then yes. If it's not, then no." He stroked my hair. "But the way your eyes lit up? The way you looked at that jewelry like it was treasure? Yeah, I think you should."
"Will you come with me? When I do it?"
"Wouldn't let you go alone." He stepped back. "Now, let's get some food in you. Can't have you passing out from low blood sugar when I show you what that butterfly thing does."
"Tonight?"
His grin was wicked. "Maybe tomorrow. Tonight you're still recovering from round one. But tomorrow..." He let the promise hang in the air.
As we walked toward the diner, I caught sight of myself in a window. Shorts that barely covered anything, tank top that left little to imagination, sex hair that no amount of finger-combing could fix. I looked thoroughly debauched.
I looked like a woman with secrets.
I looked happy.
"Hey Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"I really like being your girl."
He squeezed my hand. "Good. Because you're stuck with me now."
"For the whole summer?"
"We'll start with summer. See where the road takes us after that."
I thought about the college applications sitting on my desk at home, about my mother's plans for my life, about everything I was supposed to want.
Then I thought about Denver and piercings and learning what that butterfly thing did.
"I like the sound of that," I said, and followed him into the diner.
The fluorescent lights inside were harsh after the darkness, but Jason's hand on my back was steady, grounding. We slid into another booth, and I realized this was becoming our thing--truck stop diners at ungodly hours, sitting across from each other while the world slept.
"You're thinking hard," Jason observed, scanning the menu he probably had memorized.
"A little less than twenty-four hours ago I woke up in my childhood bed. Tonight, I'm in a diner at 3 AM wearing clothes that would give my mother a heart attack, with a bag full of sex toys in a semi-truck." I shook my head. "It doesn't feel real."
"Want to know what's real?" He took my hand again. "This. You and me, right here. The rest is just details."
The waitress appeared--younger this time, with tired eyes and a genuine smile. Her name tag said Vera. "What can I get you folks?"
"Coffee," we said in unison, then laughed.
"And food," Jason added. "Lots of food. We've got miles to cover."
Craving comfort food, I ordered pancakes. Jason got his usual steak and eggs, and we settled into easy conversation.
"So Denver," I said, pouring sugar into my coffee. "Tell me about it."
"Mile high city," he said. "Thin air makes everything feel different. Colors are brighter, sky's bigger. Mountains everywhere you look." He studied me over his cup. "Good place for new experiences."
"Like piercings?"
"Among other things." His eyes glinted. "There's this shop there, clean as a hospital. Friend of mine owns it. If you're serious..."
"I am." The certainty in my voice surprised me. "I want... marks. Evidence. Things that thirty years from now prove this summer happened."
"It's only been twelve hours and you're already thinking about evidence?"
"Twelve hours ago I was a different person." I traced patterns on the table with my finger. "That girl was afraid of everything. This one... isn't."
Jason caught my hand, stilling it. "What changed?"
"You asked me if I wanted to see inside your truck." I met his eyes. "And I said yes instead of no. That's all. Just one yes in a lifetime of no's."
"Damn, Tiffany." His voice was rough. "You can't just say things like that while I'm trying to eat."
I grinned, feeling that surge of power again. "Why not?"
"Because it makes me want to forget about food and take you back to that truck."
"We just..."
"Yeah, and I'll want you again in an hour. And an hour after that." He squeezed my hand. "Fair warning: I've got twenty-some years of experience and stamina on you. Keeping up might be a challenge."
"I like challenges." I maintained eye contact as I took a bite of pancake. "Scholar bowl champion, remember?"
"Different kind of competition."
"Same attitude. I don't like losing."
Jason's genuine laugh transformed his face--he looked happy, less careworn. "Good to know. Though in this particular competition, we both get to win."
Even after we'd finished eating, conversation flowed between comfortable silences. He told me about his favorite stops along our route and the places he wanted to show me. I told him about the plays I'd wanted to audition for and the schools I'd dreamed about before practicality set in.
"Still could," he said. "Summer's not forever. You could use it to figure out what you really want."
"Right now? I want to get back in that truck with you."
"I meant long-term."
"I know what you meant." I pushed my empty plate away. "But I spent eighteen years planning long-term. Right now, I just want to focus on Denver and live in the moment."
"Fair enough." He signaled for the check. "Though Tiffany? The things you're telling me--about the drama, books, and dreams? Don't lose those. This summer's about finding yourself, not losing yourself."
I considered that as we walked back to the truck. Was I finding or losing myself? Maybe both. Perhaps that was the point.
Back in the cab, Jason showed me how to work the CB radio, the GPS system, the various controls. "Might as well learn. Knowledge is power."
"Are you going to teach me to drive too?"
"This rig? Maybe eventually. Takes special licensing." The engine roared to life and I could feel the vibrations rumbling through my core. "But I could teach you other things. How to read a map, spot cops, and find the best diners."
"So essentially how to be a trucker's girl?"
"You're already doing that perfectly." The truck began its slow march back to the interstate. "You're a natural, kid."
I curled up in the passenger seat, watching the dark landscape roll by. My body was sore in new ways, my mind racing with everything that had happened. The bag from the adult store sat innocuously with my new clothes, but I knew what was inside--possibilities and promises.
"Tired?" Jason asked.
"I should be. But I'm too wired."
"Adrenaline. It'll crash eventually." He adjusted the radio, finding a classic rock station. "Why don't you tell me more about these plays? You said you were good."
I told him about becoming Emily in Our Town, how I'd cried real tears every night during her goodbye to the world. About the power I'd felt playing Abigail, manipulating everyone around her. The way Shakespeare's iambic pentameter felt in my mouth.
"You should do acting," he said when I finally ran out of words. "You light up when you talk about it."
"It's not practical."
"Neither is running off with a trucker, but here we are." He glanced at me. "Don't use this summer as an excuse to give up on dreams. Use it to figure out which ones are worth chasing."
"When did you get so wise?"
"Somewhere between Missouri and Kansas." He reached over, finding my thigh again. "But enough heavy talk. Tell me about these nylons you like so much."
"You see them everywhere," I closed my eyes and a rush of advertisements, movies, and pin-ups passed before them. "The women look classy, not slutty. The expressions on the models' faces have always intrigued me, like they knew a secret or had secret power. I wanted to know what it was.
"When I was sixteen and started driving, I bought a pair and wore them to school. They felt amazing. I held myself with a little more confidence--that is, until I got home and my mom found the packaging in the trash. She told me that only married women or sluts wore them, which made them forbidden fruit."
"Well," he mused, "the reason your mom said that is they're not just sexy, they're practical by allowing easy access."
"So," I looked at his face, "you really don't think it's weird or slutty that I want to wear them? Like all the time if I could?"
"Honey, I just bought you a bag full of toys designed to make you feel good. Nothing about what turns you on is weird to me." His thumb stroked my skin. "Besides, I've got my own things."
"Like what?"
"Like girls in glasses who quote Shakespeare while wearing nylon." His hand squeezed. "Like watching someone discover what they want and being the one to give it to them."
"What else?"
"Patience. Good things come to those who wait." He smiled at my groan. "Though I will say, the sounds you make? Those do something to me. Already cataloguing them, planning how to get more."
"More?"
"Oh yeah. Tonight was just the preview. Wait until I have time to really explore. Use some of those toys. Find out exactly what makes you scream."
I squirmed in my seat, already imagining. "And the piercings?"
"Those too. Watching you pick them out, seeing you want them? Yeah, I'll be there holding your hand."
"What if I change my mind?"
"Then you change your mind. No pressure, remember?" He pulled off at an exit. "Need to check the load, make sure everything's secure. Won't take long."
I watched him work, efficient and competent, checking straps and locks. When he climbed back in, he brought the cool night air with him.
"All good?"
"All good. Next stop's North Platte. About two hours." He looked at me carefully. "You should try to sleep. I know you're wired, but you'll crash hard when it wears off."
"What about you?"
"I'm used to night driving. Besides, I've got good company." He pulled back onto the highway. "There's a bed back there. Might be more comfortable."
"I want to stay up here with you."
"Suit yourself. But the offer stands."
I made it another hour before my eyes started getting heavy. Jason noticed, of course.
"Go on," he said gently. "I'll wake you when we stop."
I climbed into the back. The bed still smelled like sex and Jason's soap. I pulled his flannel tighter around me and was asleep before I could form another thought.
I woke to gentle hands and soft words. "Tiffany. We're stopped."
Sunlight filtered through the windows. I blinked up at Jason, confused. "What time is it?"
"Little after seven. You slept about four hours." He brushed hair from my face. "We're in North Platte. Thought you might want a real breakfast."
"God yes," I stretched, noting new aches, "and a bathroom."
"That too. Come on, sleeping beauty."
The morning air was crisp, nothing like Missouri's humidity. I could see mountains in the distance--actual mountains rising from the plain--and my breath caught.
"First time seeing them?" Jason asked.
"Yeah. They're so much bigger than I thought."
"Wait til we get closer. These are just the foothills."
The diner was busier than our middle-of-the-night stops, filled with families and business travelers. I felt conspicuous in my tiny shorts and sex hair, but Jason's presence beside me made me not care.
"You're glowing," he said over coffee.
"I'm sore," I corrected.
"That too. But also glowing." He studied me intently. "Any regrets?"
"None. You?"
"Only that we've got to actually drive today instead of staying in bed."
"There's tonight," I pointed out.
"Already planning it." His eyes darkened. "Thinking about you in those stockings and that sheer thing. Maybe we'll try one of the toys."
"In a truck stop?"
"Why not? That's half the fun of this life. Every parking lot's a possibility."
I thought about that as we ate. How many nights would we have? How many truck stops and diners and new experiences? Part of me wanted to count, to plan, to know exactly what I was getting into.
But the new me, the one who said yes, just wanted to find out as it happened.
"Ready?" Jason asked, leaving cash on the table.
I took his hand. "Yeah. I'm ready."
The truck was warm from the morning sun. Jason showed me how to adjust my seat, where he kept snacks and water, how to work the stereo.
"Your education continues," he said, pulling back onto I-80.
"Best school I've ever attended."
"Day's not over yet." He found my thigh again, seemingly unable to not touch me. "Tell me what you're thinking about."
"The piercings," I admitted. "What it'll feel like. If it'll hurt."
"Probably some. But the good kind of hurt, because it means something." He squeezed. "Like being sore the morning after."
"This is a good sore," I agreed.
"Wait until tomorrow, when we've had more time to play."
"Is that what we're doing? Playing?"
"Among other things." He glanced at me. "What would you call it?"
I thought about it. "Learning. Discovering. Becoming."
"Becoming what?"
"Myself, I think. Just... more than Joplin wanted me to be."
"You were already more. You just needed permission to show it."
"And you gave me that?"
"No, honey. The minute you climbed in this truck, you gave yourself all the permission you needed." His hand moved higher. "I'm just along for the ride."
"Some ride." I laughed at myself. "I can't believe I just made a sex joke."
"First of many, I hope."
"Is being free always like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like I could do anything, be anything, and the whole world's suddenly available."
Jason was quiet for a moment. "Yeah," he said finally. "When you're doing it right, that's exactly what it's like."
"How long does it last?"
"Long as you let it." He brought my hand to his lips. "Don't overthink it, Tiffany. Just be here, in this moment."
I watched Nebraska roll by, flat and endless. I listened to Jason tell stories about other runs, other cities. I let my mind wander to Denver, piercings, and the toys in the bag behind us.
I was eighteen, running away with a trucker, heading toward mountains I'd never seen.
I'd never been happier.
"Hey Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. For asking if I wanted to see inside your truck."
He squeezed my hand. "Best question I ever asked."
"Best yes I ever gave," I replied, and meant it.
The road stretched out ahead, full of promise. Denver by nightfall, Jason said. Seattle after that. A whole summer of truck stops and new cities and discovering exactly what my body was capable of.
I adjusted my glasses, pulled my feet up under me, and watched the miles disappear.
Somewhere behind us, Joplin was waking up to my absence. Ahead, Denver waited with its thin air and clean piercing shops and whatever else Jason had planned.
I couldn't wait to find out what came next.
Around lunchtime, we pulled into a place that only offered fried chicken and pizza. "Why don't you run and grab us some chicken and a slice of pizza. You never know when it's going to be good." Jason patted my ass as he turned the rig off. "I've got to take care of something in here."
"Okay." I opened the door and slid out. When we were in North Platte, we'd stopped by a Western Wear store. I'd gotten this scandalously short denim skirt, some wonderfully comfortable slouchy cowgirl boots, and a delightfully trashy bandanna top.
I'd also slipped into the crotchless pantyhose. There was something about the softness of nylon I'd always loved--the way it made a gentle swoosh as I rubbed my legs or feet together.
I felt Jason's eyes on me as I entered the store. I was the only customer in the small country truck stop. I ordered a six-piece chicken and a slice of pepperoni pizza. The woman behind the counter--my mother's age--was friendly enough, but she was obviously looking down her nose at me.
"Never mind my daughter," the cashier said. She reminded me of my grandmother. "She forgot what it means to be young and dress for your guy." Her smile was sweet and radiated the warmth of a Thanksgiving kitchen. "She thinks anyone dressing to show off is a prostitute."
The cashier's kindness caught me off guard. After days of being stared at, judged, called names, here was someone who understood.
"Thank you," I managed, blinking back unexpected tears.
"You call your mama yet?" she asked gently, boxing up the chicken. "You look like you're carrying guilt along with adventure."
How did she know? "Not really. Just... told her I was okay."
"Honey, I've seen a hundred girls come through here with that same look. Running to something or from something." She added extra napkins. "I was your age once, and believe it or not, Miss Snooty-britches over there too." She nodded toward her daughter. "There's a payphone outside. Call her while your food stays warm under the heat lamp."
I found myself at the payphone, feeding quarters with shaking hands. Three rings, then a cautious: "Hello?"
"Hi Mom."
"Tiffany? Oh thank God, where are you?"
"I'm safe. Somewhere between North Platte and Denver."
"Your father won't speak to me. Says it's my fault, that I was too overbearing and protective." Her voice cracked. "The whole church is praying for you. Mrs. Henderson saw you leave with that... that man."
"He's not 'that man.' His name is Jason."
An awkward silence hung for a moment. "Is he treating you right?"
The question surprised me. Not 'come home immediately' or 'you're ruining your life.' Just motherly worry cutting through everything else.
"He is, Mom. He really is." I twisted the phone cord. "I'm seeing the country. Eventually we'll hit Portland. I'll get to see the Pacific Ocean."
"You sound different." Her tone softened. "Older."
"I feel different." I watched tumbleweeds blow across the parking lot. "Mom, I'm not coming home. Not yet. Not until I'm ready."
"I know." She sighed. "I was eighteen once too. Before your father and I... Just be careful, baby. And call to let me know you're alive?"
"Every week," I promised. "Mom? Tell Daddy I love him."
"Okay." I could tell by her pause she was choosing her words carefully. "That trucker--Jason. Does he make you happy?"
I thought about Jason's hands, his protection, the way he made me feel powerful. "Yeah, Mom. He does."
"Then you be safe. Use protection. Don't get arrested. And Tiffany? When you're ready to come home, you come. No questions asked."
"I love you, Mom."
"Love you too, my wild child."
I hung up, wiping my eyes. The cashier smiled when I came back for the food.
"Better?"
"Yeah. Thanks for the push."
"Us women got to stick together. Even when we're wearing very different uniforms." She winked at my outfit. "Your man's lucky."
I practically floated back to the truck, balancing the food boxes. Maybe I could have both: a wild summer and a family to return to. Maybe running away didn't have to mean burning bridges.
"Jason?" I called, climbing up. "I got the food and--"
I stopped dead. There in the sleeping area, Jason had constructed something out of a large cardboard box. It took me a second to process what I was seeing. A hole cut at precisely the right height. A makeshift glory hole, right here in his truck.
He didn't say anything. He just pressed his semi-erect cock through the hole.
The food boxes trembled in my hands as heat flooded through me. I set the boxes on his seat and moved to my knees between the seats, his cock at eye level. This man was going to be the death of me.
The best kind of death.
"What an amazing cock. I've never seen it before." This wasn't foreplay acting--I hadn't had a chance to admire his cock before now. We'd only had sex once and it was raw passion, but now I could really get to know him.
I began stroking him, making him groan from the other side of the cardboard. I might be the one on my knees, servicing him, but I felt powerful. I could feel him growing in my grip, and I knew I was beautiful.
I licked my lips as I looked at his cock, now flushed as I stroked. My hand became slippery as he began to leak. My eyes rose to where his would normally be. There was only cardboard with handwritten notes scattered across it like bathroom stall graffiti:
Sluts wanted: Call 555-6969
J.H. + T.V. (in a heart)
Slick Willy Blows!
Slick Willy '96!
Newt 4 POTUS!
It's not gonna suck itself! (with an arrow pointing toward the hole)
The last note made me giggle. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to him. I slid my tongue around his tip like I'd done with my high school boyfriend. His moan was muffled by the cardboard. "Right there!" I heard distinctly as the tip of my tongue swirled along the bottom ridge. "Go back!"
I slid my tongue backward to a small dimple on the underside of his head. "Yes, right there. Now lick it, slut." He was talking deeper, pretending to be a stranger, and it had the desired effect on me. I felt like a slut sucking a stranger's cock. I wasn't far from it, and yet I felt perfectly content with myself.
I liked the way he felt in my mouth, the trust required to stick your dick in a hole and have someone take it into her mouth. I stroked him with my right hand as I moaned, sliding back and forth. My left hand slid under the hem of my skirt and traced along my lips. They were slick and swollen despite the soreness from yesterday. My clit twitched as my finger slid across it.
I could taste his growing need, slipping my hand from under my skirt, I cradled his heavy balls and began teasing them. He made three taps on the cardboard, I wasn't sure what that meant, "Wha--" was all I could get out before he began coming on me. Wads of his come landing in my hair, splattering across my glasses and face, before finally on my chest.
The cock disappeared and a few moments later, the cardboard was coming down.
"A little warning next time," I said, looking up at him, "I would've swallowed."
He laughed. "That's what the three taps were for."
"Oh," I giggled as he guided me onto the bed, "you know a lot about gloryholes,"
"I've used one or two," he spread my legs and slipped between them.
"What are you doing?" My voice trembling.
"Returning the favor," he gestured towards the mess cooling from my hair to my tits, "have any of your boyfriends ever done this before?"
"Yes, but it's not that great," I ran my fingers through his mop of hair.
"Let a man try," he leaned forward and kissed the mound just above my cunt, licking before moving down and kissing anywhere other than my pussy. He didn't stick to just kissing, licking, or sucking but alternated between the three leaving me wondering what he was going to do next.
He didn't just stop with the center of my legs, he explore my thighs, which the sensation of his hands and mouth through the nylon made me fall in lust with the fabric even more. I had to lay back on the bed, my hands slipping under my bandana top to play with my nipples. They were erect, but dry, I got the devilish inspiration to use his come which was inspired.
Jason wasn't just interested in my pussy and thighs, he wanted all of me as he continued his exploration of my leg, kissing and nibbling. Licking around the back of my knee which surprised me as my clit began twitching. His strong hands massaging my calf before slipping my boots off. Hands moving to feet as mouth moved to calf, I stared in disbelief.
Then it was mouth and hand on my foot as he began kissing and licking as fingers massaged my tired foot. I almost had to pull away as the tickling became too much, but he held me fast before turning his attention to my other foot.
Jason moved up my other side in reverse, slipping off my boot to rub and kiss. His mouth moving before his hands as they drew nearer to my core. I felt myself opening in eager anticipation. When he got close enough, I put my hand on his head, guiding him home. He'd just toured my southern half with an unhurried finesse that the naïve boys in Joplin could not fathom.
"Oh, fuck, Jason," I moaned as his tongue began licking around my pussy, hitting those spots he'd teased and then left jealous of whatever part me he was exploring next.
Two fingers pressed into me, curling as they deliberately searched for my spot, the one I knew exactly where to touch. I shuddered as he found it, his fingers lingering as his tongue slid along my lips until it was lapping at my clit.
He rubbed my g-spot gently, as he placed a hand on my mound while he sucked and licked my clit. "Jason, oh Fuck! Yes! Yes!" I ground into his face as he pressed mouth against me, his fingers moving in time with my need until I felt my orgasm tingling in my toes and fingers, moving towards my center before I exploded. My mind blanking as my come soaked fingers pinched my nipples.
Jason continued licking and fingering me as I returned from orbit, aftershocks making my legs jerk as my toes uncurled. I caressed his hair as I tried to catch my breath.
"Okay, that's," I looked at him through hooded, but satisfied, eyelids, "enough."
He grinned victoriously and moved onto the bed, pulling me close for a few moments before my stomach rumbled.
"Time to feed you," he said with a smile, "ladies first," he reached for the box of chicken and held it open. I took a drumstick, but put it back as he eyed it.
"No, I said ladies first," he guided my hand to the chicken leg.
"So," I finished my first bite of greasy gas station chicken, "what do you like about gloryholes?"
"The anonymity of it, but tonight," he stared into the distance, "was different. I found myself wanting to be on the other side with you. Watching you suck a cock."
"Really?"
He nodded. "The thought of sharing you that way, in the past," it was the first time I'd seen words fail him, "but only your mouth." What he said didn't line up; it was like there he wanted to let me know about something, but was hiding it nonetheless.
"You don't want to watch someone else fuck me?" I flirted back, but his expression darkened.
"No." The word hung in the air as he stared at me, possessively. "I could share your mouth, but not your pussy. As long as you're this trucker's girl, that's for me and me alone." It was a command, and another promise.
He took a bite of his chicken. "I'm sorry, I haven't been with a girl like you in too long. Did you like pretending you were in a gloryhole?"
"I did," I felt myself squirming with delighted embarrassment, "I like the idea of sucking a stranger's cock, but the other things, I don't think I want that either."
He grinned, "I think you're going to really like Denver."
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[
"nylons",
"age gap",
"sexual discovery",
"1990s",
"adult book store",
"abs",
"trucker",
"18",
"older man younger woman",
"gloryhole"
] |
Hot and Bothered
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/hot-and-bothered-4
| 4.33 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
It's pretty well known that the streaming series had caused more than one woman to get hot and bothered. That's not specifically why Ellie streamed it, she loved a good historical romance, but it certainly didn't hurt. The show didn't do a lot for Owen but at least it held his interest sufficiently. (Going down on someone wearing that much dress took talent he figured). He was well aware of its reputation, particularly as Ellie had told him about the night she was watching alone and wound up fingering herself, legs splayed, in the big easy chair to orgasm. She sheepishly confessed that was why she had to replay an episode.
One evening the couple settled in to stream the series. Ellie stretched out on the couch, her head in Owen's lap; she did it just for fun. They'd had some wine so were nicely relaxed. It was a comfortable May night, the inner front door was open and the occasional breeze wafted its way into the living room. At a certain angle you could see the sidewalk outside.
Given the weather, both were wearing shorts and tee shirts, nothing special, just comfortable. As the show progressed, Ellie, partly fueled by the alcohol, became the aforementioned hot and bothered. Owen's arm was resting against her, running down her side, in neutral territory. She decided that her breasts needed some attention, just to take the edge off. Ellie reached back and took his hand, moving it to her clothed chest. That day she was wearing a grey pull over sports-style bra creating what she called "the uniboob" from her 34B breasts. Owen massaged her through the shirt and bra, wondering if it was doing anything for her. He was quickly joining the hot and bothered club...
Apparently, it wasn't doing much because Ellie looked up in his direction, a question on her lips. "Slide in behind me?" The couple rearranged with Ellie lying against Owen's chest. The angle was so shallow that he could only reach about an inch below where her bra band would be. Happily, it allowed Owen to rub and squeeze both breasts at the same time. That lasted all of a few seconds before she sighed in mild frustration and pulled both shirt and bra up. Owen admired the wonderful view of bare skin down the length of her to the shorts before returning to the task at hand.
Owen trailed his hands, from his farthest reach and up her torso with the lightest of touches. Ellie giggled, he was tickling her not arousing her. He smiled down at her, his hands still in motion. When he got to her breasts, he gently cupped them, paused for but a moment before lifting and squeezing them. Owen looked at the two mounds in his hands, enjoying the scenery. Ellie's head fell back, as far as it could, a look of bliss on her face and letting out a small, contented moan. Although they attempted it, they couldn't quite get properly positioned for a kiss. She took a different tact, talking his left hand in hers, raising the palm to her lips and with the gentlest of touches licked it. Owen's swore his toes tingled.
The kiss served two purposes; it was an admittedly poor, but sexy, substitute for the aborted kiss. And she'd made his hand ever so slightly slippery. Ellie directed it to the center of the breast; it was time for the nipples to get some attention was the clear message. Owen surprised her though by lifting his hand until the damp palm touched only the nipple. He made little teasing circles at the very peak causing her back to arch ever so slightly. His right hand left its place on the other breast. Ellie felt something brushing her lips and wondered what it was but didn't open her eyes. She realized it was his finger and opened her mouth to receive it.
Ellie sucked and tongued the finger, sliding it in and out. Owen's toe tingles migrated upward along his inner thighs. The finger departed and found its way to the remaining peak requiring attention. He grazed the nipple repeatedly with the wetted finger. Ellie had a thing for her nipple play; she often had the best orgasms that way. She'd once told Owen that she loved playing with him because, beyond the obvious, she had two extra hands at her disposal; two for her breasts and two so she could finger and rub herself simultaneously.
Looking down Owen saw her unzip her shorts and slide a hand in. She was fairly vigorous from the outset. He could see her knuckles tenting the crotch of the shorts; she hadn't bothered to pull them down. His ministrations to her breasts continued.
Owen had a thing for watching Ellie touch herself. Her hand down her pants was sexy, arousing, but he wanted a better view.
"Pull your shorts down," he whispered.
Ellie obliged, lifting her hips and sending the shorts and accompanying panties toward the other end of the couch. A distant part of his mind noted that they were a lace trimmed set of cheekies he adored
.
The two articles of clothing only made it to mid-thigh before Ellie went back to work.
Now with room to operate, she skimmed both hands to her crotch. One used one to hold herself open; the other allowed her to stroke on either side of the lips and then her clit. Part of her was tempted to have done already and plunge in but she held off; it was too soon.
Ellie continued, stroking but lightly now. Earlier she could only touch the surface around her outer lips. With added access, she didn't need to be vigorous now.
Owen had settled into a kind rhythmless rhythm; he changed up his technique randomly but kept up a steady march forward. When he saw Ellie switch over to directly touching her clit he knew what was coming and loved it. Ellie inserted two fingers and started pumping; the other hand worked the clit. Owen focused solely on her nipples, rubbing, nearly pinching them. It had taken a bit of happy practice to learn the exact pressure she desired. He was very much getting hard watching and listening to her. Ellie's back arched and legs tensed on their own. Her breathing had accelerated as had the moans. Then the moans melded into one long sound. Her knees came up and chest flushed before she went still, except for a few small tremors.
Ellie went slack and Owen held her as she came down. She removed her fingers but kept up a desultory rubbing, while catching her breath. Owen's erection was clearly pressing against her back.
"Your turn," she said casually, again looking back toward him.
Wordlessly he got off the couch and stood near her head. Now
she
wanted to be the audience.
Owen didn't need to put in any prep work; he was rock hard. (In fact, he was mindful he might be at risk of finishing too quickly). Shorts and a pair of red briefs Ellie particularly liked fell to the floor. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started with brisk, emphatic strokes. Owen's stance widened as he accelerated, at times focusing on one part of the shaft or another. The other hand cupped his balls periodically.
Owen had been in his own head, replaying Ellie getting off, especially the fingering, for a moment with eyes closed. When he opened them and looked down he saw Ellie working herself again, gently but with increasing fervor. She was very much staring at him, her focus shifting from the rudiments of his O face to his erection and back. Owen grunted as he began to thrust his hips while still pumping away.
Then Ellie surprised him. She looked him directly in the eye, opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. He hadn't been expecting this; he'd assumed it would just be solo tonight. Owen took a step forward as Ellie spoke.
"Anywhere, wherever you want."
Owen squeezed his eyes shut, slowing his hand, holding off his orgasm for the moment. When he looked down again, he found Ellie pinching her nipples, rolling them with her fingers. She was actually biting her lip while displaying a little grin. And then her eyes closed, as her second orgasm rolled over her.
He went back to quick strokes before slowing to watch Ellie. Owen felt an awful lot of pressure building. His breath hastened. Ellie knew it wouldn't be long now and opened her mouth again, tongue extended. That was all Owen needed. The initial burst shot almost to her throat, but the subsequent squirts hit the mark, landing on her tongue. He was again caught by surprise, this time by how his cock throbbed with each pulse, far more than he could ever remember before. Owen's hand slowed but didn't stop, squeezing out what was left of his orgasm. Ellie noticeably swallowed and then rolled on her side, consuming him. Using first her tongue and then her whole mouth she tidied him up, working the head before dipping downward. Owen felt a jolt of pleasure from his sensitive member when she hit bottom. Without gagging her, he pushed in and out of her mouth twice before stepping back.
Ellie and Owen gazed at each other as their breathing slowed. She lay with her shirt up, shorts pulled down, panties taught halfway up her thighs. His pants and underwear were down around his ankles. His cock was softening but he remained on the firm side. The tee shirt he wore was damp in spots from sweat; the bunched up clothes above her breasts were in the same condition. It was especially noticeable when she pulled the bra and shirt down. A little shimmying was required to recreate the uniboob, get her breasts sorted properly.
Ellie looked over first at Owen who was in the midst of reassembling himself and then the front door. For the second time that night she giggled.
"Uh... we left the inner door open."
Zipping up, he turned around and looked.
"Huh," was the total of his reaction. Owen was too worn out and jazzed on happy hormones to really care. "I guess maybe someone got a show," he said shrugging. Ellie got up and put her arms around his neck; he held her at the hips. The kiss that followed was soft and gentle, with a little nibbling thrown in.
"I wonder where the remote is," said Ellie playfully when they broke the kiss. She hadn't moved an inch, her arms remained right where they were, her voice was low.
"I wonder if I care," replied Owen, equally playfully.
"Fair," she said as they both leaned in for another kiss.
*****
Author's Note
For some reason I feel compelled to state that this story is not autobiographical, although some details were cribbed from real life. A few years ago I heard some women discussing how erotic they found
Outlander
, to the point of one of them having some personal time in a recliner like Ellie. The term uniboob I credit to my ex, (not saying it's original).
|
[
"swallowing",
"masturbation",
"mutual masturbation",
"fingering",
"watching",
"cumshot",
"couple",
"erotic coupling"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 08
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-08
| 4.48 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Takeru repaired the door in the hall, then roamed around the house searching for more tasks, keeping as much distance as he could from his family as he worked.
In Hana's room, he fixed a few chips in the flooring and re-set a drawer of her dresser. He was relieved to find nothing more enticing inside than a few old shirts. In Miu's room, he tried to fix a lamp she'd broken, but it was far beyond anything he could do with the tools he had.
He moved on to his own room. His eyes jumped to the corner where he had left the dirty pile of clothes that morning. They were gone, now neatly folded in the middle of the bed. It was as if his aunt had done nothing except tend to his chores.
The sight of the clothes alone made him swell. He spent another ten minutes hammering nails in the wall flat, trying to clear his head.
He approached his aunt's bedroom last, but she barred him by the door.
"You should not trouble yourself," she whispered.
She was too shy to let him into her bedroom, and the irony was not lost on him.
While Takeru worked on the rest of the house, Yumiko finished preparing dinner. He slipped into the kitchen and looked over the cabinets while she gathered the kids to eat.
"I think I'll need some things from town the next time someone goes. If it's not too much trouble. There wasn't much in the toolbox."
Aunt Yumiko bowed her head. "I am sorry, your uncle has not had much time to worry about the upkeep. He is very busy at work," she said, dipping her head.
Takeru nodded, keeping his face neutral. He had seen and heard enough by now to know the only work his uncle did at the bar was emptying the bottles. He seemed to be their one and only patron.
Dinner was quiet. Miu and Hana got up from the table first. They promptly returned with books and dropped onto the couch. Yumiko sat silently by, sipping her tea. Her eyes didn't linger on him or avoid him. She gave all the usual objections as he cleared the dishes off and washed them.
It was almost enough to make him doubt what he'd seen. It hadn't been like her at all. She had been like an animal in there this afternoon, red-faced and rutting mindlessly on the floor. All poise and dignity stripped away, only base, shameful need left behind.
It didn't seem real. Like it was all some elaborate fantasy. And an absurd one, too. At least if he caught an accidental peek at Hana's chest, he could make sense of it. Breasts were breasts. He could masturbate to the memory of a naked body without much guilt.
With his aunt huffing his sweaty underwear, though... It was almost too preposterous to enjoy.
Takeru grabbed a book from his room and took it outside to the front of the house. An old stone bench sat near the fire pit, looking like it hadn't been used in years. He piled logs together, lit a fire, and sat down with a warm ocean breeze trailing past him. Pulling the book into his lap, he gazed out over the town.
The sun had dropped beneath the horizon, casting an orange glow across the valley. The water glittered silently below. A few homes were lit from the inside. Here and there, small fires blazed outside, where people gathered for dinner or to share a drink. A few elderly couples walked along the ocean path, barely visible against the shadows.
The urge to do something flared through him again. To save this town. To think of something. There was still so much life here. So much potential.
Hana's face, smiling beneath the peach tree, flashed through his mind.
There was so much beauty here. He couldn't just let it die. He wouldn't.
The sun disappeared and the town faded in the darkness. The world quieted to the crackling fire beside him and the soft croak of insects in the trees.
Creaking, the door behind him pulled open, spilling a long band of light across the ground. Takeru turned and found his aunt gliding toward him.
The image of her grunting on the floor blared in his mind like a deafening horn. The wet sounds of her cunt, real or imagined, as she masturbated to the smell of his body. He remembered the pillowy brush of her ass across his lap in the kitchen, dragging it back and forth. He remembered jerking off to his aunt's body as he spied on her.
His heart sped to a crashing roar. His cock ballooned down the leg of his shorts, dragging a gasp from him as his pants tented upward.
"Nephew? Aren't you cold?"
Takeru shook his head frantically. "Just studying," he said, slipping the book over his lap.
It was the politest way he could think of to tell her to go away, but she didn't seem to hear it. Yumiko lifted a robe and spread it open, inviting him to stand up and step inside.
"You should wear this. It gets cold quickly beside the mountains. Your mother would never forgive me if you caught a cold."
It was too warm for a robe, no matter what she said. Her expression left no room for argument, though. Reluctantly, Takeru stood up, praying the dark would hide his lap.
He slipped his arm through one sleeve, and Yumiko held the robe wide as he slid the other arm in, too. She wrapped the front around him, pulling him closer as she tightened the sash dangerously low along his lap.
"There," she sighed, stepping back to admire him. "Very handsome."
Takeru bowed and slipped back into his seat. The robe was at least long enough to cover his bulge. "Thank you, Aunt Yumiko. It's very nice."
"It was your uncle's," she said dismissively, waving a hand. "It suits you better. You fill it out nicely."
Takeru nodded and glanced at his book. With equal parts delight and horror, he felt Yumiko sweep past him, brushing against his shoulder as she sat on the bench beside him. Her hands rested in her lap and she gazed into the fire.
Takeru opened his book and pretended to read, his breath shallow and silent.
Yumiko didn't seem to mind. Every time his curiosity got the better of him and he peeked up, he found her smiling contentedly ahead. He hadn't seen her smile until now, he realized. Not that he could remember, at least.
He could imagine how lonely it must be for her. Her husband was always either drunk or absent. Her father was gone, her sister was far away. One daughter was rebellious, the other was still a child. Both spent most of their time out of the house. The rest of the town had either fled or were waiting to die. The only woman near her age, Mrs. Suzuki, was a childless widow, and apparently not looking for friends.
What would it be like to wake up every day for a decade with nothing to look forward to and no one to talk to about it? Watching the only town you've known slip away?
He trembled, despite the humid air and heavy robe.
"Aunt, would you ever come to live in Tokyo? To stay with all of us?"
She turned her head slowly, raising an eyebrow.
"It's just, I know my parents get lonely not having anyone around. And I miss having you guys around, too. Having family," he added.
Yumiko gazed at the fire and said nothing for a while.
"I asked your uncle often, after your grandfather passed away," she said. "But your uncle was already injured, and there was the business to run. The girls were not ready to leave yet."
"And what about now? Could you come visit for the winter? Or spend the summer with us, even if Uncle wants to stay here?"
She gazed ahead. "Hana will not go to Tokyo. But Miu... I'm not sure."
"But what do you want, Aunt Yumiko?" he pressed. "You should get a say, too. What do you dream of doing?"
Her eyes drifted around the fire, and she smiled. "I always wanted to live here forever, in the happy town that Father built. Every day we were surrounded by friends and family, eating and laughing. I don't remember ever being sad. Not until Aoi left. But every summer, she would return, and she would bring you with her. For a moment, it would be just as it was. That was nice."
Takeru turned to the fire, frowning. His mother hadn't visited in a decade.
"That's what I would want too," he admitted.
Yumiko turned to him, her wide eyes reflecting the fire. Takeru met her gaze this time and held it, searching for any sign of what was might be going on inside her head. But she gave nothing away.
Takeru finally stood. "I should bathe before bed. I must still stink from... from this morning," he stammered.
He hadn't meant to bring that memory back, her breathing in his scent. But Yumiko's face didn't falter. She turned back to the fire without a word and he slipped quickly away.
Hana was stepping out of the bath as he came inside. Her robe strained along the curve of her breasts. She pulled the belt tighter without looking at him and waved goodnight.
He stepped through the doorway, taking her place in the bathroom. The wet heat of the water engulfed him.
Her naked body had been in there only a moment before him, he realized. His hand drifted through the steam. The same air had brushed her bare skin. He breathed in deeply and held it there.
More steam filled the room as Takeru turned on the spray of water. Sweat and grime and the stink of his seed clung to him. He hung his uncle's robe on the rack, undressed, and scrubbed his skin raw, purging all his weakness and shame right off of him.
The hot water eased his muscles. His head drooped forward, jolting him awake, but he stayed there, savoring the moment for all it was worth.
When he finished, Yumiko was still outside by the fire. Miu was asleep in her room, the door wide open, barely visible in the dark. Hana's door was shut, but light leaked from the edges, and he head the soft shuffle of papers from inside.
Takeru moved down the hall toward to his own room. He sat down on his bed and the weight of the day settled over him all at once. He toppled to his side and, after a breath, fell sleep.
His eyes fluttered open. Miu was easing in beside him again, her small body slipping under his, radiating heat. She shifted closer and pulled his arm over her as she settled into place. He watched it all from a distance, too tired to send her away or to savor it. His mind drifted down into the depths, slipping softly into a dream.
Takeru awoke and Miu was gone. The sounds of everyone at breakfast drifted through the door. He glanced beneath the sheets. His cock was swollen full, jumping wildly, so darkly red it was nearly purple. Wet droplets of pre-cum had dribbled out and caked into his underwear. He nearly wept at the sight. It was like a curse that wouldn't die.
He needed to masturbate again.
It was the smell of Miu on his sheets. The touch of her soft body beneath him. The feel of it all came back to him, now that he was awake. And it was too much.
He reached beneath the covers, slipping his hands inside his boxers. He forced his body to be still, his breath to slow.
He gripped his cock and tugged. His body trembled in response, his feet kicking feebly, his chest heaving. Waves of pleasure rolled over him, sending his eyes fluttering closed.
Sticky, wet cum sprayed into his underwear, turning them into a sopping mess. It spilled onto his hands and fingers, but couldn't stop it from coming out.
He heard no one rise to stand. Either it was because they didn't hear him or...
Takeru shook his head, clearing the thought away, savoring the moment while he could. When it was done, he wiped the worst of the cum from his hands and dropped the ruined underwear in the corner.
And he froze. His aunt would find it there, just as she had before.
His cock lurched steadily into the air. Another stream of thick, milky cum spritzed out without warning. His toes dancing wildly as another wave of orgasm spilled over him.
With his shirt, he scrubbed up the rest. And, with a lick of his lips, he add it to the pile of clothes for her to find.
Takeru grinned as he joined them for breakfast, his face glowing red. For once, he wasn't worried about where the day might lead.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"masturbation"
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Rekindling Relationship with Dad
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https://www.literotica.com/s/rekindling-relationship-with-dad
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Taboo/Incest
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This is a slow build story. I hope people will want a second chapter. Please let me know if I should write part II.
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There are a lot of variables to this story, and I will do my best to explain the complexities of my life before describing how I ended up living through the dumpster fire that my life has become. Throughout my 30 years, I have had to deal with considerable issues. I'll start with my physical struggles. I am short, and knowing that I would never be taller than four feet, eight inches has made my life miserable. During high school, I didn't date much. I had one brief boyfriend during my senior year, until he told me he had dated me because he felt sorry for me right before he broke up with me. I thought college would be easier, but it turned out to be worse. The guys and women in college were cruel, and I don't even want to talk about the shit that was said to me there. I toughed it out in college, staying to myself during my four years there.
Once I graduated, I went right back home to my mother. My mother is the only person who has always been there for me. I have dealt with depression my entire life, and if it weren't for my mother, I never would have made it. My mother and father got divorced when I was ten years old, and the divorce was ugly because of the circumstances. My dad had affairs, but the one where my mother drew the line was when he had an affair with my aunt, Linda. Because I was only ten at the time, I really didn't know what was going on. I remember my mother arguing with him constantly, as well as having a huge blowup with my aunt. I would hear my mom crying at night and would sleep in her bed with her to keep her from losing it. By the time I hit puberty, my mom and I had settled into our new life and were always there for each other. I was there for her when my father got remarried and fathered a new child. Mom was there for me when my only significant relationship dissolved because my boyfriend had an affair after being together for two years.
I have had a very distant and difficult relationship with my father through the years. I spent time with him at his house with his new family. My father and I were never really close, despite my desire for a closer relationship with him. For some reason, we never vibed with each other. I was happy for him; he seemed to really care about his wife, and he doted on my sister Jess. My dad owned a neighborhood pub where he spent most of his nights. He also owned a bunch of properties that he looked after during the day.
I enjoyed being a part of my sister Jess's life. There is a twelve-year age difference between us, but we have always been close, especially now that she is touring colleges. I was able to bring Jess to some of her college tours and give her feedback on what I thought would be the best choice for her.
Three years ago, my mother was diagnosed with an aggressive type of cancer. For a year and a half, I watched her fight the illness daily. Fortunately, I work in the cybersecurity field, and I have a mostly work from home schedule, so I was able to be there to take care of her. Believe it or not, when I needed extra help, my sister, Jess, would come over and lend a hand. Jess and my mother got along and didn't let the family drama affect how they felt about each other. When my mom passed, I didn't know what to do. We had built our lives around each other, and now I was all alone. When she passed, my father attempted to be there for me, for the first time in my life, but all the anger of what he did to my mother came out soon after her death. No matter how hard he tried, I was unwilling to be nice to him, let alone decent.
The year following my mother's death, I buried myself in work, raising my profile as a relentless, smart, sought-after cybersecurity professional. I spent my nights drinking alone while dealing with loneliness and depression. I grew more and more resentful about my physical deficiencies, while putting on weight from a lack of exercise. Most mornings, I woke with splitting headaches, struggling not to puke. This is how it went for a year. I eventually got sick of feeling worthless. The drinking had to stop, so I started going to twelve step meetings. After about a year, I started to feel better about myself. I then started going to therapy, and my life began to come together both professionally and personally. I worked nonstop and built a reputation as a sought-after cybersecurity expert.
As my life turned around, I dipped my toe back in the dating pool. I've never been an easy girl, or wild, which made it difficult to date people my age. As a matter of fact, I have always had a thing for older men. I was now twenty-seven years old, and started dating a man who was twenty years older than me, whom I met on a dating app. His name was John, and he was a forty-seven-year-old businessman. At first, things were great; he was sweet, kind, and a gentleman. Things changed one night when we were being intimate. As we were having sex, he asked, "Do you like the way Daddy fucks you?" The first thought that came to mind when he said this was my father. I felt dirty as I pictured my own father doing this to me. I continued to moan while realizing that what he said got me wetter than I had ever been. My lack of response seemed to encourage him, as he demanded, "Tell me how much you love Daddy fucking you."
I remember not wanting him to stop because of the sensations he was causing me, so I moaned, "I love how you fuck me..." I remember this instance vividly, even my pause before saying it, "Daddy." My body exploded as I fantasized it was my father on top of me. Doing this to me. Ravishing me. Having his way with me. My thoughts humiliated me. How could I have such an incredible sexual experience while thinking of my father, I thought.
The following morning, I asked John, "Hey, what was that all about last night?"
Without hesitation, John's response shocked me to my core, "Well, if we're being honest, you obviously have Daddy issues. I figured we could spice things up instead of continuing to have ho-hum sex. It seemed to light a fire inside of you, so I would say it worked," he said with a laugh.
I didn't say much else to John as I grabbed my belongings and left his apartment. That was the last time I saw him, even though he continued to pursue me. I was mortified by what he said to me. All I could think was that I did not have Daddy issues, and that "ho-hum" comment meant I sucked in bed, and that he set me up for a role play to spice things up, disgusted me.
I talked to my therapist about the Daddy issue thing, and she said that I have unresolved issues with my father that I really need to work out if I want to end all my confusion. She said that unresolved issues doesn't mean that I have a fantasy to be with my father, but it was normal for women who have unresolved issues with their fathers to fantasize about things like this.
For the next three years, I swore off dating. I worked twelve-hour days, went to recovery meetings every day, and continued with therapy. In other words, I forgot about myself and kept busy distracting myself from thinking about anything else.
Things changed once my sister moved out of state for college a few months ago. I worried that I was going into a downward spiral now that I had neither my mother nor my sister around. I lived in the three bedroom house that I grew up in my entire life, and owned it outright with no mortgage. As my thirtieth birthday approached, my father reached out to me. He said he wanted to see how I was doing and if I'd like to spend time with him on my birthday. I had become an introvert and a thinker before I do things. When I used to drink, I tended to go with the flow. I no longer had alcohol to help me through the awkward times. Instead of responding when I got the text, I thought about it all day. As the night went on, I decided to text my father back, "I don't know, Dad. We haven't spoken in a couple of years. Why the big interest now?"
My father's response surprised me, "Look, Tara, we can either argue the rest of our lives, or we can at least try to build a relationship. I'm not looking for much; I just want to spend time with you. I love you, and always have, even if you don't think so. You will always be my beautiful daughter."
As soon as I read his response, my emotions went wild. I immediately started crying. All i ever wanted was his love and more importantly, his approval of me. I didn't know how to respond. This was the sweetest thing he had ever said to me. Or... I thought, 'Tara, you're emotional.' I don't know why I texted what I sent him next: "Thanks, Dad, that means a lot to me. I'm not beautiful, though. Trust me, you haven't seen me in a while. I've gained a lot of weight; I'm fat now." Along with being super short, I had gained some weight over the past few years. Luckily, when I gain weight, it goes to my hips, butt, legs, and boobs, but I still need to lose some pounds. Why would I talk to my father like this, I wondered.
My father texted me, "I'm sure you are overexaggerating. You are a woman now, and women are always hard on themselves. How about we start off slowly? Why don't you come to the pub for dinner some night this week, and we can have some food and a drink to start?"
My father didn't know I had struggled with alcohol. I never told him because I always felt like I was a failure in his eyes. I didn't want to give him another reason to be disappointed in me. I hesitated before responding, "Sure, Dad. That would be nice. What day works best for you?" I still couldn't stand up to him. I made no mention of my trouble with alcohol. I have built a great career for myself by working hard to get my life in order, but I've reverted to the girl who was terrified of disappointing her father. It was Monday evening, and we agreed to have dinner on Thursday because Friday was a holiday, and I'd be off from work the next day. For the rest of the night, I tossed and turned, losing my ability to sleep. This continued on Tuesday and Wednesday. By the time Thursday rolled around, I was exhausted. My mind raced as I debated whether to go or cancel.
I finally decided that it was too late to cancel, and that my anxiety would ease once I saw him. I wore a snug pair of jeans and a blouse that revealed just enough cleavage. I got my hair done, and while applying makeup, I thought about how crazy I was acting. Why was I so nervous about having dinner with my father, I wondered? And... Why was I so worried about looking my best for him? It felt like I was preparing for a date. Before leaving the house, I checked myself in the mirror. I thought I looked good. Even though I am short and a little chubby, I was glad the extra weight looked proportional on my frame. My hips were wide, my bum was round, and my cleavage looked great. Off I went, anxiety be dammed, I thought.
I texted my father when I got to the parking lot of the pub. "I'm here. Walking in now." As soon as I got in the door, a young, attractive waitress knew who I was and walked me to the booth where my father was seated. We gave each other a quick hug.
Initially, it was silent and awkward. Then my father said, "I am so happy you came tonight. I have missed you. Thank you for agreeing to have dinner with me." I watched his face to see if he did this out of obligation or if he was really excited about seeing me. He had a huge smile on his face when a waitress approached to ask what we wanted for drinks. My father ordered for us, "I'll have a beer from the tap, and my daughter will have a screwdriver. You still like them, right? Last time we were at a function, that's what you ordered."
I was impressed that he remembered what I drank five years ago. I had waited so long for my father to get excited about spending time with me that I almost told him I had a drinking problem, but I knew it would disappoint him. So, I just smiled and agreed to have the drink. My mind raced as I thought that if I sipped the drink and nursed it through dinner, I could control the situation. Unfortunately, that's not how alcoholism works. As soon as the drink was in front of me, I took a big gulp as we ordered steaks for dinner. While waiting for our food, my father ordered a second round of drinks. Because of my lack of drinking, the first drink hit me hard. Once I felt the buzz of the alcohol, I started to open up. Our conversation started to flow and the next thing I know, we are joking and reminiscing about stories from my childhood. As I finished the second drink, I realized that unless I wanted to make a fool out of myself, I needed to quit while I was ahead. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.
While in the bathroom, a woman approached me and asked, "Sweetheart, can I give you some advice about Dan?"
The woman was attractive. She looked to be about ten years older than me. She had a wedding ring on, blonde hair, blue eyes, with a tall, shapely build. Giggling, I said, "Sure, you can."
The woman continued, "You look like a sweet kid, probably naïve when it comes to men like Dan. Whatever you do, don't go to his apartment upstairs. He's a married man and is only interested in one thing."
I was both buzzed and confused as to why this woman would say this to me. "Are you saying all he wants is to get into my pants?" I jokingly asked. "I didn't know he had an apartment upstairs. How do you know that, again?"
The woman gave me a snarky response, "I know about his cheat pad because everyone knows about his cheat pad. That's what he does, has dinner, gets you drunk, then next thing you know he's bringing you upstairs to make you coffee, and before you know it, your clothes are off. Then, the next day it's like it never happened. Don't say I didn't warn you."
No one knew better than me how heartless my father was with women better than me. I mean, I had to live through my mother's heartbreak from all the affairs he had. My mother never recovered from the heartbreak he caused her. I had assumed he stopped his cheating ways when he married Rachel. It was painfully obvious that this woman was jealous of me, and what she perceived was going to happen between me and my father. I was flattered that someone that attractive was jealous of me. Then, I let her in on the secret. "Well...You don't have to worry about me; I'm actually his daughter. But thanks for the advice. I will attempt to keep this conversation between us, but no promises." I watched as the color left the woman's face. Her plan to sour me backfired on her. I smirked at her as I left the bathroom to return to the table with my father.
When I got back to our booth, there was another drink waiting for me. Even though I knew I shouldn't drink it, the thought of my father still sleeping around raced through my head. Halfway through my third drink, I told him, "I'm going to have to leave my car here tonight. There's no way I can drive. I'll get a ride share home because I don't think you should drive either."
When I said this, I wasn't trying to test my father, but then he told me, "I keep one of the apartments upstairs. I typically use it as my office, but we could hang out up there until the booze wears off. I can make us some coffee, and we can continue to catch up with each other. Does that work for you?"
The woman's words went through my head. Was he really using the line with me that he did with women he wanted to sleep with? I'm his daughter, he didn't really have intentions like that with me, did he? I gulped the rest of my drink. I was a nervous wreck, and my mind was racing. Then, John's words raced through my head, "You have Daddy issues." Was I just drunk and overthinking this, or did my father have plans on taking advantage of me? I knew that I needed to answer him before he asked me again. I knew that I should have just gone home instead of saying what I said. "Is that what you want me to do, Dad?"
"If it's what you want to do, Tara. We're having a good time. I don't want you to go," he said convincingly.
The ball was back in my court. I needed to decide what to do next for the night. First, I thought, I need another drink. "Ok...sure...Dad. We can do that. How about one more drink, then you can show me your office. Does that work for you?" I asked nervously.
My father surprised me when he said, "How about we get out of here, and have more privacy? I can make you a drink upstairs." He then got up, reached his hand out to mine, and escorted me to the back hall, showing no interest in my answer. I let him lead me to his "office."
As we entered the apartment, I scanned the room. There was a bed against one wall. Across the room was a desk, computer, and file cabinets. Next to that was a small kitchenette and a bathroom. I asked, "Why does your office have a bed in it," trying to hide the nervousness in my voice before continuing, "Should I sit on the bed, Dad?"
My father giggled as he told me, "The bed is for nights like tonight when I get too drunk and can't drive. Yeah, you should sit on the bed. Unless you want to sit on the chair at the desk." My gut told me to sit on the desk chair, but my body walked right to the bed. I sat at the head of the bed, putting a pillow behind me while I watched my father make us drinks. As he walked towards the bed with our drinks, he asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"
My brain was going nuts. Between the woman from the bathroom and John's "Daddy issues" running through my head, I didn't know what to do or say. Was my father really going to try and take advantage of me? if he tried, what was I going to do? The fact that I didn't know what to do if he tried something was the most frightening thing going through my head. "Of course you can. It's your apartment, it's your bed," I told him. I couldn't believe how nonchalant the words sounded as they left my mouth. My father handed me a tall glass of vodka and orange juice. When I took a sip, I quickly realized that he had used a lot of vodka and very little orange juice. Not thinking, I said, "Jeez, Dad. This is how you make a drink for a woman you're trying to get in the sack." Then, I giggled, which is what I do when I'm drinking.
My father nearly spat his drink out laughing. "Jeez, Tara. Is that what you think I'm trying to do? Get you in the sack?"
When I drink, I am less afraid to talk, and I don't think before I speak. So, I responded quickly, "Well...I'm not naïve. This isn't an office, and you've been feeding me drinks all night. Guys do that when they're trying to get into a woman's pants. Am I wrong?" I asked through a nervous giggle. Neither of us were facing each other as we bantered back and forth. I gulped more of my drink while waiting for a response. To break the silence, I reiterated, "Am I wrong?" before going back to my drink, which was close to being gone.
I could tell my father was deep in thought. His silence made me wonder if he thought I had figured out what he was trying to do. Then he spoke, "You are not wrong in that; this is what guys do when they are trying to take advantage of a woman. But...This is not what I was trying to do. You are my fucking daughter, Tara. Why would you think I would ever do that to you? I was just enjoying spending time with you, and you think I was trying to get into your pants? Is that what you really believe I was doing?"
My father sounded upset. I finished what was left of my drink. I was embarrassed that I let that woman convince me that my father was looking to hook up with me. I had overthought everything, and now I had to say something to try to clean up the mess I made. "Please don't be mad at me, Dad. I was just joking around. Please...We were just joking around, I thought. I'm sorry if I ruined such a good night. Can we forget about it, please?" My father got out of bed, and panic set in. "Dad, where are you going? Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry," I pleaded.
My father told me, "Let's not argue. I'm not mad, I promise. I'm getting another drink. Do you want one? Last call."
I was trying to hold my emotions together. I was already too drunk, but I didn't want to disappoint my father, so I told him, "Yes...Daddy, one more before I call it a night. Please."
I watched as my father poured orange juice into the glasses. His glass had more juice than mine, and then I saw him top them both off with vodka. As he walked back to bed with the drinks, he told me, "We should probably crash here tonight. Neither of us is going to get sober enough to drive tonight." Then, he said with a smartass tone, "That's if you feel safe enough to sleep here with me."
I reached out to grab my drink before responding, "Don't be a smartass. Of course, I feel safe with you. I've always felt safe with you, Dad. I'm already embarrassed enough, please don't make it worse."
We sat in bed, sipping our drinks, and went back to reminiscing about old memories we had. Before I knew it, I was handing him my empty glass. The room was spinning, and all I hoped for was not to get sick. I scooted down to lie on the bed. He asked, "Are you ready to call it a night?"
"I am, Dad. I'm really trashed and have run out of energy," I said, as my speech was slurred.
My father got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I tried to stay awake while waiting for him to come back, but I was losing the battle to keep my eyes open. When he returned, he turned out the light, leaving us in the pitch dark. He shook me lightly while asking, "Tara, are you still awake? Are you going to sleep in your clothes?"
Drunk and groggy, I told him, "I don't have any energy, Dad. I don't have anything to change into."
"You can sleep like you're wearing a bathing suit. That's what I'm doing. I can help if you want, unless you're comfortable in them," he said in his own slurred speech.
I was drunk, but alert enough to realize that taking my clothes off was probably a bad idea. I was trying to think through my foggy brain how to respond. I couldn't believe I was considering what to do. I didn't want to upset him by mentioning that it was inappropriate for us to be sleeping together in our underwear. I did not want to piss him off like I did earlier, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep. "Yeah...Sure...Dad...You can help...me...if you want," I said nervously through my slurred speech.
I lay there as I felt my father unbutton my jeans and pull the zipper down. Then he hooked his fingers into the side of my jeans and slowly started lowering them over my hips. Instinctively, I lifted my bottom from the mattress to help him. He continued lowering them over my thighs until he reached my ankles. I lifted a leg again to assist in removing my pants. When I lowered my hands, it became clear that he had not only taken off my pants but also my panties. Fear crept in, fearing he was going to take advantage of me. Then, he parted my legs, and when he knelt between them, he said, "Sit up a little so I can help you with your shirt." I didn't say anything as I slowly sat up on the bed. We were now face to face in the pitch dark. I could see his shadow in front of me as he pulled my shirt over my head. I raised my arms again to make it easier for him. I hesitated briefly to see if he was going to attempt to remove my bra, which he didn't. Instead, he moved to the side of me as my breathing was escalating.
I laid back down and turned to face my father. Here I was with nothing but a bra on, lying next to him, with my heart racing and my breathing out of control. My mind was racing, not knowing what was going to happen next. More importantly, I wasn't sure whether I wanted him to try something or not. Then he asked, "Are you going to give your Dad a kiss goodnight," as he propped himself up on his elbow.
Timidly, I said, "O...off...Course, Dad...I can't...Rea...lly...See you." Then, I felt his lips touch mine as he leaned down and softly kissed me on the lips. My brain and body were disoriented as I parted my lips slightly, and our tongues touched for the briefest of moments as I panted. My father rolled away from me with his back to me while I lay there in a complete mess. I couldn't control my breathing. My heart felt like it was pounding through my chest, and most importantly, I felt the juices flowing in my nether regions.
I don't know how long I laid there, but it felt like forever. Before I knew it, the sun was shining through the window, and my father was still sound asleep. Slowly, I sat up and saw that he had slept in a pair of boxer shorts. I could see the outline of his penis. From what I could see, my father was gifted in that area. I crawled out of bed, quietly put my panties, jeans, and shirt on, and left the apartment.
The entire ride home, I dealt with all the emotions I had. I felt regret about drinking. I felt disgusting about sleeping in the bed with him practically nude, and the kiss. More important than all of that, I was nauseated by the thought of what I would have been willing to do last night.
After showering, I spent the rest of the day overanalyzing everything that had happened. I felt like I was more to blame than my father. I was the one who parted my lips for the goodnight kiss. I was the one who got worked up and aroused. My father just rolled over and went to sleep. He didn't try anything, I thought. Was John right when he said I suffered from Daddy issues? I mean, when he did the role play, the first thing I thought about was my father doing inappropriate things to me, and it turned me on. What the hell was wrong with me, I kept thinking all day. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to the one place I shouldn't have gone, the liquor store.
I picked up some takeout on my way home with my fifth of vodka and orange juice. It was close to five, and my father finally texted me. "Hey, Tara. Sorry, I slept through the morning. I'm just checking in to see what you are up to on this holiday weekend?"
I needed a drink before I replied. I rushed into my house and made a strong drink before carefully considering my response. Once the alcohol took effect, I felt more confident and texted him back. "Hey, Dad. I don't have any plans. I usually stay in and hang out at home. Right now, I'm actually relaxing on the couch and enjoying a glass of wine. Why, what's up?" I lied, and felt like that was vague enough after everything that happened last night. I couldn't tell him the truth. Shit, I didn't even want to think about the truth, let alone tell him what I had been thinking.
"I see. Well, I was hoping we could hang out again tonight, but it sounds like you started without me. Rachel went to visit Jess for the weekend, so I have no responsibilities. I thought we had a lot of fun last night, and I was hoping we could do it again. But I don't want you driving if you've been drinking."
I felt like my father was testing me. He has never stepped foot in my house since he and my mother divorced. I threw out an offer I was sure he wouldn't accept. "Yeah, I'm on my way to not being able to drive. If you want to spend time with me, you'll have to come here. You're welcome to come if you want."
I never would have guessed his response. "Sure, I can do that. Does ten o'clock work for you? The pub should be fine to leave by that time. Do you want me to bring anything?"
I guzzled my drink and made another. I stared at my phone and tried to think about why he was so willing to come here after twenty years. More importantly, why did I want him to come here so badly? I sucked down half of my drink before texting him, "Yeah, ten works for me. I can't promise what condition I'll be in by then. I'm trying to drink away my hangover from last night." I was doing my best to discourage him from coming. I wasn't concerned about his intentions; I was concerned about mine. He had proven to me last night that he wasn't trying anything diabolical with me.
My father replied quickly, "It's date then. I will see you at ten. Let me know if you want me to bring refills. Sounds like you may need more if you're drinking already."
I knew I shouldn't have responded to his text, but I couldn't help myself. "It's a date! I can't wait to spend time with you. Hopefully, you spend the night. I liked waking up to you."
My father sent a heart and a smiling face emoji and said, "Looks like I'm spending the night. I'm not sleeping on the couch or your mother's room, so are we sharing a bed again?"
I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't seem to care. I texted him back, "Yeah, that works for me."
I went to the linen closet and grabbed an extra pillow for my dad. I spent the rest of the night drinking as much as I could. At nine, I took a shower. I put on a pair of sweatpants and a loose T-shirt. I skipped wearing panties and a bra because I figured there would be no need to strip me down tonight, since I was home and in comfy clothes.
By the time I heard the knock on the door, I was completely trashed from all the drinking I had done. My father came in and gave me a big hug as soon as I let him in. I never realized until that moment how tall my father was. He was at least a foot and half taller than me. We walked toward the couch, or should I say, he walked while I stumbled. I heard him laughing behind me, I asked, "What's so funny?"
As he continued to giggle, he told me, "Nothing. It seems like you drank yourself into another hangover, that's all. Do you want to hang out in the living room, or should we hang out in your room? I'm assuming you have a TV in there. You look like you're not going to last long, and it might be better if we were already in bed."
He wasn't wrong with his assessment of the situation. I was practically legless drunk. "Sure...Dad. That works. Do you want me to make us some drinks before we go to bed?" I didn't want to go right to sleep, and if I had a drink, it would keep me from passing out, I thought.
"How about you head to the bedroom, and I'll make some drinks. I see the vodka on the counter. Go get comfortable, and I'll be right in. Unless you need help," he offered.
"HAHA! Dad. I can make it to my room. I like it when you make the drinks. I'll see you in there," I shot back.
In my bedroom, I turned the TV on and turned out the lights. I got into my bed and covered myself with the blankets. I couldn't wait for my father to join me. He didn't take long; within minutes, he came into the bedroom. Before getting into bed, he asked, "Do you mind if I get comfortable because I'm tired too?"
"No, I don't mind. Plus, I wouldn't be able to help you the way you helped me last night. Get comfortable, I don't think either of us is going to last long tonight. Do you want the TV on or off?" I asked.
"Up to you, Tara," he quickly answered.
"I'll leave it on until we finish our drinks," I said as I watched him sit on the edge of the bed while he removed his shirt. Then, he removed his jeans and stripped down to his boxers. He got into bed with me. He didn't initially pull the blankets over himself. He sat next to me as we sipped the mostly vodka drinks he made for us. As we talked, I tried to be discreet as my eyes wandered, once again checking out what he was packing under those boxers. I believe he caught me because he started laughing. I was embarrassed. I said, "What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing," he said as I started giggling with him. "We should call it a night. You've had too much to drink, and you're being silly." Then, he turned the TV off and once again, we were in complete darkness. He leaned over me and said, "Do you mind giving your dad a kiss goodnight?"
I was drunk beyond my limits by this time, and he barely drank anything, so I thought I was safer than I was the night before. "Of course, Daddy. You can give me a kiss goodnight," I said slurring my words. Even though I knew he wasn't drunk like the night before, my heart started pounding again, and my breathing was out of control.
Once again, he kissed me softly on my lips. As his lips touched mine, my mouth opened involuntarily. Our tongues touched again. This time, we both held it longer than the night before. My dad broke our kiss and said, "Ok, Time to go to sleep," as he turned over, leaving me there with a racing heart and uncontrollable breathing. laying there, my mind racing faster than my heart, I wondered if my father had fallen asleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my father shook me and asked, "Tara, you awake? You fell asleep with your clothes on again. It's hot in here. Do you want me to help you take them off?"
My mind was groggy, and I was confused. I had forgotten that I was dressed in comfy clothes, but the heat and alcohol had me mixed up. I told him, "Yeah, Dad. You can take them off if you want to. It's up to you."
"Is that what you want me to do?" he asked me.
I told him, "If you want to, you can, Dad. I'm too tired and drunk to help you. Do whatever you want to do, Daddy. It doesn't matter to me."
"Ok. I'm going to take them off. You look uncomfortable," he told me. I felt him put his hands into the side of my sweatpants and slowly start to lower them. He needed me to lift my bum, so he said, "Lift up a little so I can get them down, Tara." I did as he told me. I felt him peeling my sweatpants off my body. Same as last night, I lifted my legs when he got them to my ankles. He parted and knelt between my legs like he did the night before as he told me, "Sit up so I can get your shirt off." Again, I did as I was told. It wasn't until my shirt got caught on my boobs that I realized how drunk I actually was. It dawned on me that I was completely naked as my shirt was removed. I lay back down, but this time, my father wasn't in a hurry to move to his side of the bed.
Looking up at my father, I asked, "What are you doing, Dad? Is everything ok?"
He lightly placed his hand on my chest between my breasts. "Everything is ok. Are you ok?" he asked.
I was still confused and unsure of his intentions. "Yes, Daddy. I'm ok. Are you?"
"Yes, Tara. Try to relax. Everything is fine. Ok?" he asked in a soft voice. Then he said again, "Just try to relax. Everything is fine." Then I felt his other hand rubbing the inside of my thigh. "Does that feel good," he asked as his fingers lightly traced the inside of my thigh, stopping as he got to the crease of my thigh and private area.
He was driving me crazy to the point where I lifted my hips as I cooed, "That feels so good, Dad." Between the alcohol, lack of intimacy, and the sensations he was causing, my sexual hesitancy was being tested beyond belief. Once he realized there was no opposition from me, his hand on my chest moved to my breasts. His fingers were circling my nipples as he slid a finger along my soaking vulva slit. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me as I exhaled a moan, "OOOHHH," as my body squirmed beneath him. We were no longer talking. He knew he was driving me crazy. My lack of discouragement in what he was doing seemed to be enough for him to continue to drive my body to its limits. Then, his finger found my clit. By this point, I was more submissive than I had ever been in my life. His finger toyed with my clit as my heart, brain, and breathing became uncontrollable. I could feel how slick I was as my nipples hardened beyond my belief.
My body was flailing as he looked down on me. My orgasm was about to hit when he suddenly stopped. My eyes shot open as we now stared at each other. He calmly said, "Ok, time to get some sleep. We've gone too far." I could see the lust in his eyes as I said nothing in response, even though my body was begging me to tell him to keep going. Thoughts of him ignoring the inappropriateness of what we were doing and ravishing me regardless raced through my head. Instead, he left me there panting as he lay down beside me and turned his back to me while I lay there panting, frustrated, and vulnerable. I was confused. Why do all of that and not act on it, I thought. As my body calmed, so did my breathing, and then my brain started to have rational thoughts. I know I should have been relieved that we didn't go further...But most of the thoughts were about what if he hadn't stopped. Would I have been the victim or a willing participant? More importantly, did he want me to be the vulnerable victim? My father seemed to enjoy controlling the situation. More importantly, I felt like placing his hand on my chest the way he did was his way of letting me know he was in control. These were the thoughts racing through my head before I eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up alone in my bed. I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time; it was 10:30. There was a message from my dad, "Hey, I didn't want to wake you. I hope you had fun hanging out with me. Let me know if you have any plans later. If you want, we can get together tonight, but I'm sure there's a lucky guy in your life who wants some of your time, too. I don't want to be selfish and hog you all to myself 😊." His message made no mention of our inappropriate behavior from last night, but it was filled with innuendo, or at least I thought so. I was still trying to process the feelings he stirred in me, so I didn't reply right away. I figured it would be better to have a coffee and take a shower before I responded with a clearer head.
It was one before I decided to respond to my father's text. For the last two hours, I've been thinking about whether I should see where things go or end all of this before something more serious happens that we won't be able to forgive each other for. The strong woman in me was telling me, 'End it, and end it now!' My submissive side was telling me, 'It's ok. Don't ruin the relationship with your father that you've always strove for. He's finally paying attention to you, don't ruin it.' It was like I suddenly had a split personality, or at the very least, an angel on my shoulder, and a devil on the other.
I messaged him back, "Hey, Dad. I don't have any plans, and no, you aren't keeping me from anyone. I'm single and have been for a long time. I'm more worried about burdening you by being selfish and making you feel obligated to spend all your free time with me. I've enjoyed the time we've shared over the past two days. Please feel free to blow me off if you have other things you want to do. Love you!" I wondered if I sounded desperate in my message to him. I reread my text as I stared at my phone, waiting for a response. I sounded submissive toward him, and it dawned on me for the first time in my life that I am naturally a submissive woman, but when it comes to my father, not only am I submissive...I am powerless.
For the next three hours, I did not hear back from my father. I paced around my house, panicking that I disappointed him. Did I do something to piss him off? I was losing my mind, so I did what any good alcoholic would do, I raced to the liquor store and bought a bunch of bottles of booze. I bought vodka, I bought beer, I bought whiskey, which I never drank because I hated the taste of it, but figured, why not. As soon as I got into the house with the alcohol, I poured a large glass of vodka and cracked a beer. My brain raced, wondering what I did to him that he couldn't even return a text. By seven, I was three strong drinks in when I got a text from my father, "Hey, sorry for the delayed response. It's been a busy day at both the pub and with a tenant. Long story, but I had to get a plumber to one of the apartments upstairs. Anyway, I'm amazed there isn't a lucky guy. How long has it been?"
All my panic eased when his message arrived. I had been criticizing myself all day, thinking I had done something to upset my father and drive him away. I was so relieved he wasn't mad at me that I messaged him without thinking. "I haven't been with anyone in over three years," I typed and instantly hit send. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol I was drinking and didn't want him to wait long for a reply, but I realized I could have phrased my response better. I texted him again, "Sorry. I know, TMI...LOL"
This time, my father didn't make me wait for a response. "It's fine, Tara. I like having all the information. You don't mind sharing everything with your dear old Dad, do you?"
I fell for it again; I typed a response and hit send without thinking. "No, Dad, I don't mind sharing everything with you. I will share whatever you want me to." This time I sounded desperate, I thought.
"Good girl, Tara. Sorry, but I have to ask, you don't share things with other people, do you? Or you wouldn't share things with other people, I hope," he questioned me.
I knew he was testing me. He wanted to know if he could trust me. This time, I thought my response through. I was worried that if I said the wrong thing, I would lose him. "NO, DAD! I do not share ANYTHING with ANYONE! I am a thirty year old woman, and I stay to myself. What I do is my business. No one needs to know MY BUSINESS!"
My father's response was quick and to the point. "Promise?"
I guzzled my drink as I typed, "YES! I PROMISE YOU! I love you, Dad. I don't tell anyone anything! I promise!"
His next response confused me. "Are you drinking already?"
I felt like I needed to be honest with him at this point. "Yes, I am drinking. In fairness to me, I'm drinking because I didn't hear back from you for hours, and I thought I did something to piss you off. I thought you were mad at me, and drinking is how I cope with things. I thought you liked it when I drank 😊?"
Then, he surprised me, "Well, I'm sorry it took so long to get back to you. At some point, I would like to spend time with you when you're not under the influence. I think we should be clear minded at some point, so we both know what is going on."
I reassured him, "Dad, I have been aware of everything. Are you coming here tonight? If so, are you working tomorrow? If not, maybe we can spend the day here with no drinking?" I asked desperately.
I felt like we were speaking in code to each other. We weren't coming right out and saying what he had been doing, but we both knew what we were talking about. "Yes, I was planning on spending the night with you. Tomorrow, I have to be home by noon. Rachel will be home by then. You will have me until then. Ok?"
I'm not going to lie. I didn't like how blunt and to the point he was when he put me in my place about his available time for me. Of course, I didn't dare complain about it. I knew he held all the power in our relationship, and unless I wanted to ruin everything and lose him, I did exactly what he wanted. "Ok, Dad. I'll take whatever you give me. Can't wait to see you."
For the next few hours, I drank and thought. And the more I thought of my powerlessness, the more I drank. I couldn't believe that any man could turn me into a meek, desperate woman, let alone my father. I decided to take a shower to help sober me up a bit. As I was drying off, I heard my father at the door. I quickly panicked and didn't want him to think I wasn't coming, so I threw my robe on and ran to the door. "Hey, Dad. Sorry, I thought I had more time."
My father giggled and told me, "That's a good look for you. You should wear that all the time. I'll make some drinks then we can head to the bedroom. Does that work for you?"
I sat on a stool and watched my father make us drinks when I told him, "Yeah, Dad, that works for me." I watched as he filled my glass almost to the top with vodka, then poured a little orange juice in. He seemed to be in good spirits, so I joked, "You really enjoy making my drinks strong, don't you?"
He shot back quickly, "Yeah, I do. You never know, maybe I'm trying to take advantage of you like you accused me of the other night," then he laughed at his own comment. I, on the other hand, felt my face turn beet red. This was the first time he came right out and said something like that. I went from feeling brave with my comment, right back to being the timid daughter. I had no comeback comment. Instead, I waited for my drink, and when he said, "C'mon, let's go get comfortable and watch some TV," I followed him like a lost puppy as he led us to my bedroom.
Once we were in my bedroom, I got on the bed and sat up as he stripped down to his boxers. I gulped my drink out of nervousness. Then he laid down next to me as he put the TV on and turned the lights out. He motioned for me to rest my head on his chest, which I did instantly. I felt like all the alcohol hit me the minute my head rested on his bare, hairy chest. His hand was lightly caressing my head and the back of my neck. Goosebumps rose on my skin as his fingers worked me into a false sense of security. Knowing that the only thing covering me was my robe was intimidating. Once again, I was vulnerable as my heart started pounding and my mind started racing. I knew I was at his will, and more importantly, he knew I was at his will. He knew he could do anything he wanted and that I couldn't do anything to stop him. What was more consequential, I believe, he knew that I wouldn't stop him. I was facing down his torso as I watched his penis slowly harden with every caress he made to my body. I was frozen in place as all this was going on.
After about half an hour of TV and being caressed, my father slowly pushed my head further down as he moved his body further up on the bed. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. To make sure that this is what he expected, I turned my head to look at him and asked, "Is that what you want me to do, Dad?"
If I had any doubt about my submissive side and his dominant side, he made sure that I knew what our roles were in this dangerous game we were playing. "Do want to put it in your mouth? I think you want too." He said it with an unapologetic directness. It was as if he grew frustrated playing with me, and he was now going to exercise the control that we both knew he had. I hesitated briefly because this just became real very quickly. Then he told me, "Take your robe off, Tara." If at any point over the past three days I thought I could stop what we were doing, those thoughts were now gone. As I slowly removed my robe, we stared at each other. I felt like he could tell how scared I was, and all I could see in his eyes was confidence and control. He had a smirk on his face. He was enjoying watching me tremble and being subordinate to him. He didn't seem to mind how slowly I was moving while removing my robe as I knelt beside him. In fact, I knew he was enjoying every moment of it. Finally, there I was kneeling next to him, fully nude. Right before I bent over to put his dick in my mouth, he said, "I see you shaved for me. You had more hair there last night. Did you do that for me?"
I was scared out of my mind at this point. I looked up at him as his dick flinched less than an inch from my face, and said in a quivering tone, "Yes...Daddy...I did it for you."
As I tuned towards my father's now exposed dick, I wrapped a hand around it. He was much thicker than anyone I had previously been with, and his length was bigger than anyone I had been with. I looked at his dick, with my hand wrapped around it, and couldn't believe I was going to do what I was about to do. I was trying to get the courage to put it my mouth, my father put his hand on the back of my head. He gripped my hair and told me, "Go ahead, it's ok. Just put it in your mouth," as he lowered my head. I opened my mouth as he slid his dick between my lips. He was in my mouth as I was still kneeling next to him.
My father controlled my head movement with his right hand as I slurped up and down on his dick. He stretched his left arm until I felt his hand on my bare ass. His fingers explored until they found my soaking slit. One of his fingers traced up and down my slit lightly. The sensations he caused by doing this were driving me crazy. I was licking the head of his dick, and my heavy breathing was back with a vengeance. My mouth suddenly had a mind of its own as I was losing control from what my father was doing with my hot, drenched pussy.
I was sucking his dick with everything I had when I felt a finger being inserted in me. I felt like I was on the verge of cumming when suddenly my gripped my hair and both of his hands were on my head, holding my head down. Then, I felt his cum shooting into the back of my throat as my father screamed, "FUCK! SWALLOW IT, TARA!" I had no choice but to swallow as streams of cum shot one after another into my throat. It was either swallow all of it or choke. I could barely breathe because his dick had grown bigger and bigger since it first went in my mouth. As he emptied everything in my mouth, he said in a raspy voice, "You are such a good daughter, Tara. Fuck, that felt good. Did you like doing that for Daddy?"
He then released his hands from my head. I slowly slid his dick out of my mouth and got out of the bed without saying anything. I hurried into the bathroom. I rinsed with mouthwash. I felt sick. I couldn't believe that not only did I just suck my father's cock, but I swallowed his cum. Don't get me wrong, I have given blowjobs before, but I have never swallowed a man's load. And to be honest, I never liked a guy finishing in my mouth or anywhere else in me. Typically, I'd control situations like this and pull it out of my mouth and jerk them to finish. But...This was my fucking father. I stared in the mirror at myself while thinking, 'Did I really just suck my own father's dick and let him cum in my mouth?' Even though I knew it was happening, I was still disgusted by what I did. I quickly brushed my teeth because I didn't want my father to come check on me. I turned to grab my robe, not realizing that it was in the other room and I had jumped out of bed with nothing on. Then, I heard my father walking by the bathroom. I was terrified that he got what he wanted and was leaving, so I quickly left the bathroom and asked him, "Is everything ok? You're not leaving, right?"
My father turned to me in the hallway, "No, I'm not leaving. I was going to refill your drink. I'm guessing you need one."
Here we were standing less than five feet from each other. Me, completely nude, while he stood there in his boxers. Father and daughter...I was completely terrified, while he had a big, arrogant smile on his face. "Yeah...Um...Yeah...I...Um...Definitely need a refill."
"Good, come to the kitchen with me while I make," he demanded, and I did exactly as he requested. I stood there silently as he made my drink. I felt weak, I felt like I was an object. Normally, these feelings would bother me. Being here with him and feeling like this with him didn't bother me. I can't explain why I didn't want the power he took from me, but I didn't. As he handed me my drink, he told me, "You like this, don't you?" as he reached behind my head and softly grabbed a fistful of my hair to pull my face up to look at him. Again, he was exerting his power over me as he made me face him while speaking to me.
All I wanted to do was please him, so I said, "Yes, Dad."
He motioned for me to walk in front of him while telling me, "Go ahead, back to the bed. I like looking at your big ass with nothing covering it." Again, I did as he instructed. As I walked, I gulped the drink that had so little orange juice in it, that it practically looked like a glass of water. I had never needed a drink more in my life than at that moment. By the time I got to bed, my drink was almost gone. Before getting into bed, I finished it off. My father turned to me and said, "Give me a kiss goodnight." I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He grabbed me by my hair again and said, "Give me a real kiss." Again, I pressed my lips to his as we both opened our mouths. Our tongues attacked each other as my breathing became heavy, and my heart started racing again. Then, he stopped suddenly, which was becoming a habit with him. He turned his back on me again. I watched in a daze and frustration as he put his head on the pillow and turned the TV off. Leaving me in the darkness, once again.
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When Hidden Desires Arise 8
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Fetish
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8th Chapter in the Series: When Hidden Desire's Arise
Chapter 1:
Greg is an average married with no kids man. He is married to a beauty named Katy and while there marriage is strong and loving, the sex aspects doesn't live up to either of their hidden desires.
This leads Greg to rekindle his desire to submit to a dominate man. After searching online he finds Alex. With his wife leaving for a week for work trips each month he found time to serve Alex.
After a rough and hard pounding from Alex, Greg returned home for the evening waiting on the next day with Alex as his wife would return the following day from her trip.
Alex intrigued in what Greg's wife looked like after hooking up with him for so long finally came up in conversation and after Greg had some naughty fantasies about Alex and Katy he sent some cropped photos of Katy to Alex.
Alex enjoyed the pictures and conversation with Greg that led to them talking about Alex fucking both Greg and Katy. It made Greg both nervous but also extremely horny.
Chapter 2:
Alex and Greg plan their evening via messages. Evening includes a new request from Alex. He wants Greg to bring over a pair of his wife's clean panties and more pictures for him to look at while Greg services him.
Reluctant at first, Greg agrees, and the more he thinks about it, he turns to really lusting for the idea. Once at Alex's and serving his cock, Greg hands over the panties and a phone with more cropped photos.
Alex gets turned on even more by Greg's submissiveness and how hot his wife looks which leads to them back in Alex's room and him fucking Greg's ass but imagining it was his wife's. He takes a video with Greg's phone for him to hear his submission and begging for Alex to fuck his wife.
While still fucking Greg, Alex notices a text Greg got from his wife. He was intrigued by the little photo he saw and decided to check more of the Photo Album. He was surprised to see that the naked woman he was imagining was not only just Greg's wife, but also a close co worker.
This led to Alex's mind already planning how he would turn them both into his obedient sluts.
Chapter 3:
Katy returns from her trip and starts to have more interactions with Alex. She is very happy to help him as she starts to lust after him.
Before Alex leaves on his trip for work, he gets alone time with Katy, which includes her accidentally bumping her face into his crotch as she turned. After apologizing the two finish their conversation.
Alex continues to text and tease Greg, getting him more and more comfortable with the idea of him begging Alex to fuck Katy. When Alex returned he teased Katy again, but this time she made the accidental contact as he brushed up against her big boobs.
The next night Katy had some overtime to do, so Alex slipped out of work early and Greg met him at his house. Greg brought more pics for Alex and even the pair of panties she wore the day before, which he could tell she got excited in.
Alex looked at the pictures and saw the cum stained panties and knew Katy was turned on by him. After fucking Greg and filming him again begging for Alex to fuck his wife, he decided to make that dream come true very soon.
Chapter 4:
While at work Alex gets alone time again with the still unknowing Katy and uses that to plant mental seeds of potential submission for Katy, and a desire for her to find out more about Alex.
Before Katy leaves on her next trip, Greg and Alex plan their next meeting, in which Alex convinces Greg to host him at his place while Katy is out of town. Alex wanting to use it as a catalyst to finally get the couple to submit to him together.
Katy meets Alex in his office before leaving and the two discuss more about Alex's bull lifestyle, which turned Katy on more than she had ever felt before. By the end of that night Katy had sent Alex some very revealing photo's and made up her mind that somehow she would convince Greg that they should both serve Alex. Her plan was to figure that out when she returned from her trip.
Chapter 5:
With Katy out of town for work, Greg and Alex meet up at Greg's house. Alex once again fucks Greg in Katy's panties, while recording him as he begs for Alex to fuck his wife. Once he finishes recording, Alex pounded Greg hard and rough until he came, leaving the husband leaking his cum as he left that evening, but both planning to see each other soon.
When Alex got home, his attention turned to texting Katy. Having her explore her curiosity more, and her showing him some of the new lingerie she purchased earlier that day. She eagerly showed him as he complimented her and kept the teasing going.
While they talked, Alex described his session with Greg but didn't use names so Katy was still unaware that her husband has already submitted to Alex. Once she saw his cock in a picture she didn't know her husband's ass was the one Alex was going to slide into, she became even more determined to have Alex fuck her when she got home.
Chapter 6:
Katy is still away for work and spends most of her day texting and flirting with Alex. Greg though is left waiting most of the day, but ok with it as he planned to meet with Alex that evening.
When Greg and Alex meet, Greg sucks him off as usual, with Alex taking a picture of Greg with a mouth full of his cum. A pair of panties fall out of Greg's pocket and Alex makes Greg wear them as they fuck. Alex continuing the verbal cucking of Greg, which he loves.
After Greg leaves, Alex and Katy text more. Alex getting Katy more and more turned on with his answers, and leaving the conversation with Katy hoping she is Alex's next conquest. Katy returns home and surprisingly Greg brings up the topic of her sleeping with another man while he watches. Both agree they would try it, but both also trying to hold back their excitement over the plan.
Chapter 7:
Katy meets Alex in his office Monday morning, and Alex uses the time to not only let Katy know he has talked to Greg, but also say he would be seeing him soon, and after a few texts, it was set up for that evening.
After work both Alex and Katy went to Alex's, where Katy hid in the guest room while Greg came over to meet Alex. Thanks to texting during the day, Greg and Alex were role playing the exact scenario out, but unknown to Greg that Katy was in the house watching and listening.
Greg took a load in both holes as he begged Alex to soon fuck Katy. Saying he wanted her to feel that same pleasure. Once they finished and Greg left, Katy and Alex showered, cleaning Alex's cock and allowing Katy to suck it for the first time. After a rough face fucking, Alex exploded in her throat before sending her home with the plan of fucking her tomorrow after work.
Characters:
Greg is 38 years old and married to Katy. He has a normal office job which keeps him busy during the day but at nights when he's alone, he desires to be a two hole slut. He has shorter black hair with brown eyes and a pleasant and calming smile, all on his 6'1 frame. He had a nice and trim body type and an average 6 inch cock.
Katy is 36 years old and a successful auditor who travels for a week once a month to a new office to review the work. She is 5'6, big gap in height but she loves it. She was not only stunning with her long brown hair and beautiful deep green eyes, she was also thick and juicy in all the right places. She is no where near fat, but her plump and firm ass teamed with her 34DD boobs definitely brought attention and desire from a lot of men.
Alex is 31 years old and is Greg's dominate top. Being single and living alone he has Greg and other submissive men and women all to himself when he desires. He is 6'2 with a great build on his body, and kept it in good shape. He had brown hair and brown dominating eyes when he was focused. His cock was also impressing being 7.5 inches and thicker than most.
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Greg woke up early Tuesday morning, slipping out of the bed quietly and sneaking into the closet as Katy slept soundly still in bed. He could feel that his ass kept leaking out some of Alex's cum from the night before, but luckily since he layered up, the bed was still clean.
He quickly changed and slipped back into bed before giving his wife a kiss, and pretending like he just woke up that moment. The two started getting ready for their day shortly after that. Greg's mind kept circling back to how hot the evening before was, especially with the naughty role playing.
Another part he really liked more than he thought he would was when he wore the red satin underwear. Whoever the mystery woman wearing them before Greg, must have been extremely turned on by Alex with how wet they were. Plus wearing them while both he and Alex came, really made him feel even naughtier and sexier than he could have imagined.
Greg began to wonder if he would be able to see Alex soon, or if he was going to have to wait a few weeks again to see him when Katy left for work. He loved when his wife got home, but also each time was a bit disappointed as he wouldn't be able to see Alex as easily, usually spending most nights she was away, bent over taking Alex's big cock.
When he was finally ready to head out the door, he gave Katy a kiss goodbye, and took his naughty thoughts and left. As Greg drove to work, he was surprised as he got a text from Alex. Usually it was Greg doing the reaching out, so he was very happy to see the change. Even happier reading the message as Alex told him the role play was really fun, and that next time they see each other they should pick off right where they left.
Greg sent a message back as he was stuck in traffic. Telling Alex he would love to do that to as he thought it was a lot of fun too. Just at traffic lightened up though, Greg got another message from Alex, one that made his mind start to panic and wonder.
'Good, but make sure you remember that. Even if the next time you see me is at the grocery store or mall, I want you to stay in the role play.' Alex sent over to him.
While he did want it more than anything lately, and it seemed like Katy would be interested in maybe trying out a threesome, he worried what he got into maybe a bit to much for her. How could he explain not only sucking off a man, but also fucking him. Adding in all the begging he does and even the women's underwear, he couldn't imagine how she would react.
Greg waited until he was at work to respond. His mind started to calm himself down as he didn't live that close to Alex and has yet to run into him, so it didn't seem like something to really worry about. He replied with a quick 'yes master,' before heading into work finally. Sending a message to Katy telling her to have a good day at work and he loved her.
Once Greg did leave for the day, that allowed Katy to truly start her day. The night before, both Alex and herself blocked off their afternoon's, putting that they would be out of the office. They planned on Katy heading out 30 minutes before Alex, just to make sure they didn't attract any attention.
Her wardrobe choice for the day was a bit less sexy from initial glance. A solid green dress that covered her shoulders and boobs, not super tight so the boobs popped out, but with her 34dd size they were still hard to miss. The bottom of the dress extended to just above her knees. While she wanted very much to dress to impress Alex, something he told her before leaving made her choose the outfit.
Katy couldn't believe she was about to go to work without a bra or underwear. She never went to work without underwear and maybe only once or twice without a bra, but those were times she felt supported enough by a dress or top. This though was about her ability to listen and take orders from Alex.
She worried when he told her that was his request, as she didn't want to make it a pattern to do that at work. Katy was calmed down though when he said it was just for the day, and soon she would have so much lingerie and new bra's and underwear, it would be a shame to not wear them.
Before leaving Katy made sure to lay out a sexy pair of bikini style underwear and a bra for her to put on when she got home, knowing soon after Alex would join her, and then her husband Greg. Alex only told her the plan once, but she etched it into her mind, and with her consistent thoughts on it, she couldn't even forget it if she tried.
Katy knew she was going to leave the office first, and probably be home and getting ready by the time Alex got there. They gave themselves about a twenty minute buffer before Greg's usual time arriving at home. Planning on having Greg walk in on Katy on her knees in the living room, before taking it to the bedroom where Katy would finally feel Alex deep inside her pussy.
One thing she truly couldn't get out of her mind was the things she saw when she peaked out from hiding the night before. When she first heard his voice talking to Alex, her thoughts of it being the wrong person were immediately out the window. Hearing Greg talk about her, not in a complaining way, but in a way to try to find an answer really got to her.
She worried that she was mentally taking it to far, but hearing Greg admit everything she felt and knew was right, started to make her think it wasn't just her. A bit more talking happened, and Katy stood stunned in the room as she heard the situation changing. From Greg not knowing what to do, to seemingly talking himself into it with his conversation with Alex.
Hearing what led up to Greg sucking Alex and Alex's verbal commands brought Katy from worry straight to lust. Finally peaking her head out and seeing the back of her husband's head bobbing up and down while he knelt. She knew it was him by then, and the shirt he wore was a dead give away. She watched for a moment before making eye contact with Alex who just smiled and winked.
Katy slipped back into the bedroom and got naked at the point, taking off her clothes and bra, slowly starting to rub her own body and slowly tease her wet pussy. After hearing Greg take a load and go get cleaned up to get fucked, she struggled to not just beg and plead for Alex to fuck her right then, but she wanted to see if her husband was really going to go through with it.
Shortly after Alex went back to Greg, she heard the moans of pain and pleasure, telling her that Greg did in fact let Alex fuck him. She snuck to the door and caught a quick glimpse of Greg in the underwear she was wearing just before he got there, being roughly and deeply fucked.
His moans and begging only made it hotter. Especially as Katy heard him begging for Alex to fuck Katy. She wanted to so badly at that moment, but as she found out a bit after that, she was going to wait until today, and until Greg can be there to see and experience the first time Alex entered Katy.
All those thoughts made her drive to work seem like a flash, and a huge smile washed over her face as she saw Alex's car in the parking lot. Just as she did yesterday, she quickly got into the office, put her stuff down, did a quick check of herself in the mirror, and went over to his office. She frowned as she saw the window wasn't covered this time, so she knew she would have to play it cool.
Katy walked over and gently knocked on the door, and smiled as she saw Alex look up with a smile of his own.
"Good morning Katy." Alex said with a big smile.
Katy walked into the office, "good morning to you too Alex." She said with just as big of a smile.
"Did you have a good evening last night?" He playfully teased.
Katy blushed at bit at the teasing. "One that I am not sure to forget anytime soon." She said back.
"And did you do as you were instructed?" Alex asked a bit softer so no one would hear outside his office.
That made Katy fully blush, and she decided to play into the teasing as well. Leaning in and responding softly she said, "yes master." Seeing the smile widen on Alex's face made her body tingle all over. She wanted to show him so badly, but knew it wasn't a good time to do so.
"Good, why don't we meet in your office at lunch to discuss the final details of our agreement." Alex told her and she happily nodded yes.
"Great, but now we both have meetings to attend so let's not forget about our day jobs." Alex said with a playful laugh and Katy laughing in agreement.
They did have a few meetings that morning, and the one right before lunch was one they both would be in the same conference room for. Katy spent the whole time trying to stay focused and not distracted by Alex, struggling a few times with longer glances, but glad no one seemed to notice.
Once the meeting was over, Katy hurried back to her office, the blinds already closed as she did that in the morning so when Alex came by no one would assume she did it for that. As she waited she she sent a text her husband as he texted her during the meeting asking her how her day was going. She played it cool and slyly confirmed his time home by pretending she needed him to take something out of the freezer for dinner.
Just as she put her phone down, the knock she was waiting for came on her door, and she smiled as Alex came in and shut the door behind him.
"Good call closing the blinds earlier." He teased.
"Figured it would be for the best." Katy said as she stood up from her chair. Slowly walking over to Alex.
She stopped as she heard him speak. "Show me you followed the rules." Alex said.
Katy blushed but didn't hesitate. She slid off the dress from her shoulders and pulled it down her body. First her big boobs popped out, her nipples rock hard. Then her smooth mound above her wet and pink pussy, her pussy lips glistening in the light with how wet they are.
She looked at Alex who was just staring at her, and she decided to do a spin so he could see her plump ass.
"Have you enjoyed not wearing a bra or underwear?" Alex teased.
The naked Katy could only blush a bit. "Mostly, I do feel really exposed, but also knowing it was for you made it all so much hotter." She admitted, looking at the smile on Alex's face but also now glancing at his crotch as she could see his cock starting to get hard through his slacks.
Katy's heart started to beat faster as Alex moved and closed the gap between them, now standing directly in front of the naked Katy. He smiled and tapped the desk before saying, "sit on the edge here."
Katy smiled and stared at Alex as she did so. Her plump ass sitting on the edge of the desk, and she spread her legs so Alex would be able to see all of her as he was now standing directly in front of her again. Katy's eyes went wide as she saw him undo his belt, and slowly slide his slacks and boxers down.
The smile on Katy's face could have lit up a Christmas tree. Her mind only worrying for a second about the bad outcomes of him sliding into her right in her office, all being taken over by her desire to finally feel Alex.
Alex grabbed his hard cock, and started to rub it against Katy's wet pussy lips, making Katy bite her lip to stop from moaning.
"You want this cock don't you?" He softly teased.
"Yes master." Katy begged softly.
Alex continued to rub his cock slowly up and down her pussy, just teasing her over and over again. Her naked body twitching at each touch.
"And you want me to fuck you in front of Greg don't you?" Alex asked softly.
Katy held back another moan before replying. "Yes master, I want him to see you fuck me just like he begged for last night."
The teasing kept up as Alex responded. "Good, because the first time I enter you, he will be the one pushing my cock into you."
Alex hadn't told Katy the part of that plan till this moment, and he could tell by her eyes and light moans she was very happy to agree to that.
Before she could respond he added the last little part, "and you are the one who is going to tell him to do that." Alex told her. After hearing Greg last night, she had little worries he would be against that, and the thought of that type of sexual domination really turned Katy on more.
"Yes master, I'll tell the little cuck to put your huge cock into my needy pussy." Katy begged, wanting the teasing to stop and just feel him deep inside her.
"Good answer slut." Alex said, and Katy almost lost it there. She wanted Alex so badly she started to move her pussy forward hoping he would slip in, stopping as he pulled back quickly and with a bit of force slapped her pussy lips with one hand and with the other covering her mouth just in time to muffle her moan.
"Naughty slut." He whispered in her ear. "You will get my cock when I say so." He said taking his hand off her mouth.
"Yes master." Katy replied with a little pouty expression making Alex laugh.
"Now get dressed. Only a few more hours until I claim that married pussy of yours as my own." Alex told her as he pulled her to her feet from the desk.
Katy bent over to grab the dress, hoping to tease Alex, and felt him grab her ass and squeeze it, before leaning in. "I would have spanked you, but I feel like you would probably cum from that." He teased as he pulled his hand away and put his slacks back on.
Katy got dressed while blushing from his teasing, touch, and comments. She would have loved a spank from him, but she figured he maybe right as she really did feel so horny she could explode at any moment.
He left her office after that, and finally a few hours later, Katy sent Alex a text as she was packing up for the day and headed home. Katy got home and quickly updated Alex on her arrival and jumped into the shower. From how wet she was throughout the day, her thighs started to feel a bit sticky so she wanted to clean up.
When she was dried off and out of the bathroom, she checked her phone. A message from her husband, which she casually replied to like it was a normal day, and the most important one from Alex saying he was on his way.
Katy changed into the pink bra and pink bikini style underwear she had laid out earlier. She wanted to wear something a bit naughtier or sexier, but since she has been hiding the new lingerie she hasn't been able to wash them without Greg noticing yet. Especially with how wet Alex has been making her, she knew each one had some stains from her pussy juices already.
The wait for Alex did allow Katy to finally throw all her new items in the wash, as by the time they were dry, everything would be out in the open. Finally after 15 minutes that felt like ages, the door bell rang and she hurried to the door. She opened the door and quickly pulled Alex in, as she was still only wearing the bra and underwear.
Alex smiled as he saw her. "That is how you should dress from now on." He said staring at her beautiful big boobs almost popping out of her bra. Her sexy thighs leading up to her smooth pussy, barely covered by a pair of panties.
"I'm glad you like master." Katy said with a smile, feeling Alex grab her by the hips and pull her into him. He leaned down and kissed her, there first real passionate kiss. His hands exploring all over her body, Katy melting into his touch.
It lasted for a few moments before Alex pulled back with a smile and said, "why don't we go to the living room?" And Katy quickly agreed and pulled him to the living room and to the couch that faced the front door.
"This is the perfect spot." Alex said with a smile and looked at Katy before undoing his belt again, dropping his slacks and boxers, and sitting down on the couch.
Katy smiled as she saw Alex's cock again. It wasn't fully hard this time, but she wanted to change that quickly. Katy dropped to her knees and got between Alex's legs. She grabbed his cock and started to lick it up and down.
"Ohhh good girl." Alex said, making Katy blush and start to lick even more desperately to please him.
Alex looked down at the slutty married submissive, happy that his full plan was now only minutes away from being accomplished. He hoped Greg would remember what he said about staying in the role play, but honestly with how hot and horny Katy was over it all, he was starting to think she wouldn't have minded if she found out he was a cock taking slut before yesterday.
"Push your ass out a bit more." Alex told Katy as she was now slowly sucking up and down half of his cock. "I want him to see how sexy his wife is when she pleases a real man's cock." Alex finished off.
Katy doing so quickly, not only loving the idea, but also loving the commands he was giving to her. It felt so naughty but also so natural for her.
She kept bobbing up and down on Alex's cock, finally getting back to fully deep throating him as she did the night before. Katy got so into it, she didn't notice Greg finally got home until she heard the door shut. She started to pull up from Alex's cock to look back, but Alex placed his hands on her head and shoved her back deeper into his cock.
"Hey Greg." She heard Alex say.
"Ummmmmm hello Alex." Greg stumbled to say.
"You must be surprised to see me." Alex said with a smile as he kept his hands on Katy's head as she continued to passionately suck his cock. He saw the pure surprise in Greg's face.
"Yeah, um, I just...." Greg began to tail off as he watched on. The scene was exactly what he had been begging for, and now that it was here he was just shocked. Why was Katy sucking Alex? How did they know each other? She must know about Greg and Alex then right? All those thoughts and more flooded his mind instantly.
"Is this not what you begged for? For your sexy and beautiful wife Katy to feel a real man's cock, and to be given the pleasure you can't provide her." Alex said, his eyes staring right at Greg, and his hands still helping Katy suck his cock like a desperate whore.
"I do want that." Greg said softly.
"What did you say?" Alex said demandingly.
Greg took a breath, he didn't know why he was worrying as it was very evident that Katy wanted the same thing he did. "I said I want that." He answered.
"You want that ....." Alex let it tail off wanting Greg to respond correctly.
"I do want that, master." Greg replied, seeing Alex smile and also finally pull Katy off his cock. Alex couldn't help but smile as he saw the cock slip out of Gregs wife's sexy mouth. Saliva and pre cum mixture dripping off his cock and her chin. Her face flush but with a huge smile.
"You hear that slut, Greg wants me to take you into the bedroom and fuck you, giving you your first orgasm in the bed you have shared for years." Alex told Katy.
The fact that it was true made Katy want it even more, she turned and saw her husband, smiling as she saw he wasn't hurt at all, rather the opposite as he was smiling and she could see him trying to hide his oncoming boner.
"Please do so master. I need to finally feel you inside me." She begged.
Greg breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. He still didn't know how this all came together, but it seemed like this was at least very new to Katy so he decided to keep going with it.
Katy quickly got off her knees and ran past her husband to the bedroom. Alex looked at Greg and whispered to him. "She thinks last night was our first time together, so keep it like that and enjoy your new life cuck boy." Alex smiled and quickly followed Katy, taking off his shirt in the way and leaving it in the hallway.
When Alex and Greg got into the room, Alex laughed as Katy's eagerness really took over as she was on all fours facing the door and with her hand behind her pulling her underwear to the side. She looked at Alex and begged, "please fuck me now master."
Alex just looked at her and gave her a wink, instantly making her remember the teasing session from earlier and what she agreed to. Her neck turned quickly as she looked at her husband. "I need you to put his cock into me honey." She begged Greg.
"What?" Greg asked pretending to not know.
"You need to put your hand on his cock and slide him into me honey." Katy begged as she felt Alex starting to get behind her. His hand now gripping her open ass cheek, smiling straight at Greg.
"But why?" Greg asked.
"Because I need to be fucked Greg!!!!" Katy bursted out, her desire starting to overwhelm her. "I heard you begging him to fuck me, now please put our masters cock in your wife's pussy so I can finally cum." She begged.
Greg's cock was now fully rock hard. Hearing his wife beg like this was so hot, and he couldn't wait to see how much more she begged once he was inside her. Greg walked over and slowly grabbed his masters cock, pushing it against his wife's soaked pussy lips. Just as he slid the tip in, he saw his wife push back, and her moan echo throughout the room.
"Ohhhhhhh yyyeeeesssssssss!!!!" She screamed as her push back was very eager and she took almost five inches of the cock in that one movement.
"Yes, fuck, yes!!!" Katy continued to moan. "Thank you honey. Thank you for letting this stud of a man make me feel like a real slut. Oh fuck it's so big and deep." Katy moaned as Alex continued to slip into her.
After a few thrusts back and forth, Alex was fully deep inside Katy. Greg moved to the front of the bed and watched. Alex gripping tight on Katy's hips as he pounded into her, Katy's hand still behind her pulling her underwear to the side, the other hand keeping her up, and her head going up and down as she moaned like a crazy woman.
Katy felt her first orgasm rush though her quickly, her pussy tightened around Alex's thick cock and she exploded around it, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs as she stayed on all fours. Her moans echoing in the room, and each time she saw Greg intently watching, it only made it hotter.
"Ohhh fuccckkkk!!!" Katy moaned again surprising herself as she felt another orgasm flowing through her. The sensation and satisfaction of finally getting fucked hard and rough like she desired making her whole body feel like fireworks were going off.
Just as her body started to calm down from the second orgasm, her pussy still being fucked deep and hard, she felt Alex grab her by the hair and pull her head up.
"Look at your husband and tell him what just happened." Alex told her.
"Ohhh, I came honey. I came twice. His dick is so big and good honey. Oh fuck, he made me cum just like he did to you." Katy said to her husband as he watched on with lustful eyes.
She turned back to look at Alex, he let go of her hair as he noticed her doing that. "Unhook my bra please master." She begged, "I want him to see my naked boobs bouncing back and forth as you pound me master."
Alex smiled as he quickly did that, loving her idea, and knowing she was really into it all. With her bra off, each thrust made her big boobs slap her body, adding to the lovely sounds of their already hard and rough sex. Alex reached around Katy, grabbing at her boob, and quickly pinching her nipple.
The smile widened on Alex's face as he felt Katy's pussy clench his cock again, and another stream of her juices sliding past his cock and down their bodies as they slapped together. Pinching her nipple brought Katy to her third orgasm quickly, and she let Greg know it.
"Fuuucccckkkkk!" She moaned and after a moment looked back up at Greg. "He made me cum again. Three times now baby." She said with pleasure and lust in her eyes.
"I'm glad honey." Greg replied as he just kept watching, unable to pull out his cock now as it already exploded in his pants right after Katy came the second time.
"I need him to cum in me honey." Katy told Greg.
"I know honey, I get it." Greg admitted, knowing how much he loved it when Alex did that to him.
Katy looked at Greg again and said. "Once he cums in me, he owns us honey. Anytime he wants me he gets me, no matter what." She said wanting to hear Greg be ok with that.
"We will make it work." Greg replied.
"Damn right you will." Alex said with a smile knowing he was going to bust soon himself. "Katy why don't you tell Greg's whose underwear he wore last night." He said and spanked Katy's ass with a bit of force, making her moan.
She looked right at Greg. "Mine, they are mine. They were so wet because I couldn't stop thinking about us submitting to Alex and it made me so horny." She admitted as she bit her lip, still loving every second of the fucking she was getting.
"Yes Greg, your wife was in my guest room last night when you came over for the first time. She heard your desire for her to be satisfied, and she heard you taking my cock in both holes." Alex told Greg, giving him the last bit of info he needed to be caught up enough to go forward.
Greg just smiled and said, "I would love to see you fuck her in those soon master." That comment made both Alex and Katy overjoyed, and both feeling an orgasm coming on.
"I'm so close master." Katy begged. "I need your cum master, please cum inside me, please." Katy begged.
She turned as she saw Alex smile, and his hand quickly move and spank her ass, and a few more for each cheek, Katy was now moaning like crazy. Just before Alex felt she was going to cum, he let go of Katy's hips, reached around her and pinched both her nipples hard while playfully biting at her right shoulder.
Alex felt her tense up, "ohhhhhh yeeesssssss!!!!" Katy screamed as her fourth orgasm flooded her body. Her pussy tightening around Alex's cock again, and this time making it spill ropes and ropes of cum deep inside her pussy. His cock felt deeper than she ever felt while fucking, and his load felt more than she ever received before.
Katy collapsed onto the bed, Alex slipping out of her and her hearing him snap his fingers. Seconds later feeling Greg move next to her on the bed, and as she turned to look, he already had the head of Alex's cock in his mouth.
"How does your wife's juices taste on my cock you slut?" Alex asked Greg.
"Delicious, master." Greg replied for a second and went straight back to sucking Alex.
Katy watched on as her husband seemed to already be an expert so quickly at sucking cock. After a few moments not only was all the cum and juices cleaned off, but Alex was back to rock hard. Alex next had Greg lick the juices and cum from Katy's pussy, giving her a small orgasm as he usually did, but after getting a fucking from Alex, it was now the perfect amount of pleasure from her husband.
Once they were both cleaned up, Alex laid back down and Katy got on top and slowly began to ride Alex. Alex teased and pinched her boobs and nipples, but also used the time to set his ground rules for the couple. Everyone agreed to keep it all between themselves, but that in private time they both submit to Alex.
Katy happily agreed when Alex said she would need to buy new lingerie for both home and work, telling her while they probably won't be able to have to much fun at work, he still wanted her to be dressed and ready in case they found time.
Setting expectations with both that he may just pop by from time to time and whoever is home would get his cock. Letting the couple know they should let him know before hand if they had plans so he didn't ruin them. He told the couple that while Katy was away for work, Greg would still be used to serve Alex. Katy felt a bit left out until Alex's next command.
Alex told the couple that at least once a week he would sleep over and use them both, but also every other Friday night Katy wouldn't come home from work, instead going home with Alex and serving him the whole evening.
When Alex asked about birth control, Katy told him she was still on it, but the couple did want to start having kids within a few years. Alex told them that was okay, and worst case they take a break while that happens. Katy asked if that would end it, and when Alex replied why, explaining that the couple still had four other holes to use, she felt like the happiest little whore alive.
Alex came inside Katy's pussy two more times that evening, and once inside Greg's mouth. He left a little before 9:00pm, leaving the couple both exhausted and for the first time, satisfied.
Katy and Greg talked for a bit that night, Greg keeping up the story of just meeting Alex. Luckily for him it was never questioned by Katy, even during the next 8 years that they continued to see Alex weekly. It had its slower paces with holidays, vacations, and the two kids that Katy and Greg had together, but they made it work until Alex himself landed in a steady relationship and began to start his own family. Timing and availability at that point for all three became almost impossible to make anything happen.
The fun memories though continually living inside all three of their minds.
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Mommy's Boy Likes Her Nylons
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{one of my followers wrote to me and inspired this audio}
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mommy caught you playing with her nylons and I must be deliciously punished.
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Life Interrupted Pt. 10
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Reluctance/NonConsent
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.
Life Interrupted Part X
Working Behind Enemy Lines
Mort further told me about Urban, and how I should look to see if there are any girls around with numbers less than fifty. "You won't find them because they have been auctioned off. Some with their spouses, and some as well as their spouses. And as he takes on new women like yourself, another one will bite the dust. I'd be surprised if he hadn't already dipped into the fifties. For his steady stable he really doesn't need much more than twenty girls. And when number 76 shows up, you are one step closer to the auction block."
I taxed my brain to see if I'd remembered any numbers lower than sixty, and none came to mind. It never occurred to me what had happened to these gals. Maggie telling me that they had just moved on started to sound unbelievable to me. But I was hooked and on the horns of a dilemma. What do I do? Which side to choose. I was so confused.
Mort excused himself and went to the bathroom and it's now or never. If I don't place the bug now, I may never have the chance. So, I did what I thought I had to and went into the kitchen, pulled one of the patch bugs out of my purse, and stuck it to the bottom of the cutlery drawer and immediately withdrew to the dining room where all that evidence of Urban's evil was spread out before me. I instantly had second thoughts. The adrenaline rushed through me like a lightning strike as I experienced severe regret.
Not knowing the range of the bug, and not even knowing if it was active I instantly felt the need to let Mort know what I had done. But how could I do that? I was all in as a coconspirator in Urban's massive human trafficking ring. Placing the bug made it so. But was I at the point of no return? Could I redeem myself in Mort's eyes and the eyes of the law? If so, I'd better do it right now. If not, I'm gonna wind up in jail. Or worse.
I decided that I needed to tell Mort, and that it would be the only right course of action. I anticipated that he already knew more about me than I could fathom, and just decided that surrender at this point would be my best course of action. Urban would sell me down the river to protect his ass, but Mort will protect me. I just knew he would.
I picked up a pen on the dining room table and a legal pad which I turned to a blank page. On it I wrote, 'I need to speak with you outside. It's urgent!' My writing was shaky, but readable, as my hands were shaking at the time. When he came back from the bathroom, I flashed the legal pad at him with my urgent message. And I quietly shushed him so that he wouldn't say anything and, hopefully, the bug wouldn't pick it up.
He led me to the backyard where we sat on a couple of patio chairs and I told him my tale of woe. How we had been blackmailed into doing unspeakable things. How I had been made to perform sex acts for and on both men and women and lorded over by big, strong, black men who took what they wanted from Charlie and me. As I spoke, I cried, until I couldn't cry anymore. Mort was sympathetic and held my hand through most of my confession. He wiped my tears away as they ran down my cheeks.
When I told him about the gang rape, they called a 'bang', a tear came to his eyes and he lifted me up and hugged me close.
"Bella Caruso showed signs of a gang rape before she was brutally murdered and left out as a warning to others. There's no doubt they wanted her found. Her husband disappeared and we still don't know where he is. We're entering dangerous territory for you and Charlie now, Luce. There's no time and we have to act quickly. We must anticipate Urban Mann's next move and be ready for him. But first you have to plant that other bug, and you have to let Urban know you did. Unfortunately, you're gonna have to go back to him and hang in for a little longer. If we tip our hand now, he will disappear into the ether and we'll never get him. And the danger to you and many others will increase, and we can't have that."
"I understand. I don't know how I'm going to do it. And what of Charlie?"
"Tell Charlie nothing. He won't know anything until the rescue goes down, and hopefully the biggest bust of my career when we take Urban down. Till then, you will just have to be who you have been and show no signs of what you know about him. I hope you are prepared to give the performance of your life. A lot of people's lives will be saved if you do. If not, we may be looking at a bloodbath."
I never felt so much pressure in all my life. Could I do it? Could I be the one who brings down Urban Mann, murderer, pimp, slaver, and human trafficker? The minute I wrote that note to Mort, I was all in. No turning back now.
"So, Mort, what's next?"
"You've got to place that second bug in the bedroom and we have to do it."
"Do it? Like have sex? After all this, I'm just not in the mood."
"Then you're just gonna have to let me get you into the mood. First, though, I want you to go upstairs and place that bug under my mattress. Then we will change the sheets. I have a set of black vinyl sheets that are perfect for the kind of massage I will be giving you to calm you the fuck down."
"You really think a massage is going to calm me down. I'm on such pins and needles. I don't know if I will
ever
relax again."
"Well, there's two rules. One, forget about Urban Mann, and don't think about anything we've talked about. Got to get you into a good head space. Rule two is let's enjoy each other. Let what we are doing take us away from where we are. But say nothing, absolutely nothing about Urban and any of this nonsense. Let tonight be about you and me. Let Urban and his henchmen hear what real love making sounds like. Do you understand?"
"I understand, and I'll do my best."
"Don't do your best, be your best. Urban wants you to get close to me. Do it. Get close to me and show him that you are doing it. But we're going to start with a nice deep tissue massage. Something to make you float a little. Take your mind off the mission for a bit."
He took my hands and looked me straight in the eye. "You can do this, Luce. Just continue on with your life as if you know nothing about my investigation. As if you are working for Urban."
"I'm going to get busted, Mort, aren't I? I'm in it too deep and..."
"No. You are a cooperating witness and are working under my auspices as a confidential informant. If this goes down right, you will be a hero. No DA would ever bring a case and no jury would ever convict you for your past indiscretions. Just stick with the plan. Now go upstairs and plant that bug in my bed and I'll be up in a minute and we'll make up the bed for one hot massage."
I took my purse with me, upstairs, and placed the bug, as Urban had instructed, under the mattress in about the middle where it would be least likely to be detected. Then five minutes later Mort came upstairs and pulled out a set of black sheets, made of vinyl and we made the bed. Then he pulled me into a world class kiss, with plenty of lip and lots of tongue. Already I was starting to calm down. He was a powerful kisser.
We undressed each other, and he had me lie on my stomach on the bed. No more than a minute later, I could feel the cold oil hitting me between my shoulder blades and running down my back to my ass crack. The delightful smell of cocoanut opened my sinuses and brought me its own kind of comfort. I just love cocoanut.
The massage started gently and quickly became firm, and my muscles just collapsed due to his ministrations. As he firmly rubbed my neck, back, my ass, my legs and arms, I just started floating away. Almost into a gentle sleep, I closed my eyes and just let him take me away. If this is the way the police work, I'm glad I chose the side I did. And then he flipped me and the real fun began.
After completing the massage of my shoulders, he moved down to my breasts, where the massage became gentler and my core started to respond. I was not only wet from the oil and the sweat that was starting to form on my brow, amongst other places, but when he started manipulating my thighs, calves and feet, all the stress that had built up seemed to fade away.
And then he put the lube away and attacked my vagina with his fingers and tongue. His tongue rode up and down my slit and stopped long enough to kiss and otherwise tweak that little bud that was now craving his attention. There was no more mission, no more Urban, only the gentle tongue and the strong fingers now coaxing my g-spot to come hither.
Totally engrossed in his actions, I went with the flow, as he requested, and wiggled and danced until he started finger banging me like an angry dick trying to get off. Well, he didn't, but I did. "Yesssss. Pleeeease. Oh my God, oh my God. More, more, more."
And more I got. I must have come three times just from his fingers. And then came the main event. That big beautiful black banger of his. I was more than ready, and so was he. I didn't even need to suck him off to get him hard. He was there.
He climbed aboard my sticky, slick body and grabbed my legs, lifting them up and over my shoulders. Then he plunged in and started to pound away at me. I was singing, and I was dancing and calling out for the Lord to please let me come some more. And the Lord was good. To both of us.
With a firm grip on those vinyl sheets, as slippery as they were, I found purchase as he slowed down after about my second orgasm at the head of his cock. We made a kind of slow love that just sent wave after wave of feelings running through my entire being. And then he must have felt the end nearing because he ramped up and started to plow me again. I could see it in his eyes that he was close and, by the sounds he was making, he would come any second now.
I was also revving up for another orgasm, and when he finally did shoot his load, I encouraged him to keep going until I did the same. And shoot I did. It was a wet one, and I was grateful for the slimy vinyl sheets. That's when Mort pulled his now softening cock out of me and lay down on the wet and slick sheets beside me.
"Boy, was that a great fuck," I said. "I feel like I'm floating on a wet, sticky cloud of cocoanut."
"Was it ever? But I think I'm once and done tonight. You really took it out of me."
"And you put it into me. But I agree and I think that another try would just be anticlimactic. But I'd certainly like to do
this
again. You have great hands and a wonderful dick. But I could use a drink about now."
"Great idea. Let's go to Hooligan's Roost and have a drink. Then I will let you go and get back to Charlie."
"Sounds good to me."
We showered together and got dressed and I followed him to the Roost; him on his bike and me in my car. We got a table and ordered drinks and that is when he read me the riot act.
"Luce, now is when it gets real. Now you will
have
to report back to Urban and let him know what happened tonight as if we hadn't planned it. You have to just be yourself and everything will run its course in due time.
"But how long will I have to keep up this charade? What do you need me to do to get this over with quickly? I'm both scared to death and nervous as hell. I can't unknow what I know now and it will have to affect my relationship with my Master. He'll see it. He's very astute that way."
"You just keep treating him like your master and follow his commands. He already thinks he's way ahead of me, but now I'm ahead of him. I can feed him bullshit via those bugs you planted and manipulate the playing field so that he virtually catches himself. But you're gonna have to be patient. I've been working this case for months, and it's not gonna resolve overnight."
"Just how long do you think it will take?"
"Hard to tell. But It's front burner now and my squad will be all over it from tomorrow on out. Are you familiar with a place called Rat's Tats?"
"Sure, that's where my ink and my piercings come from."
"Well, we suspect he is laundering money from Urban's operation and we've had him in our sights for some time. If we can make a hard connection and catch them in the act, we can bust the whole lot of them on that alone. That will open the door to busting this guy for the other charges. Once I get some DNA from the guy that will probably help to close a number of cases and put this guy away forever. Only then will you truly be free."
"Let's be honest, Mort, I'll never be free and you know it. I'll have to hide as long as Urban and his confederates are alive and able to reach out from prison to touch those of us out here in the free world. And if he releases all the video he has on Charlie and me, we are cooked. Our lives are over as we have known them. But you have to bust them. It just can't happen soon enough for me."
"You have my promise that it will happen as quickly as I can make it so. We knew about the house downtown, but not the one next door. If you hadn't told me about that place, we could have busted the party house and never touched Urban, who could be hiding right next door. Now we will be prepared with warrants for both buildings and will bust them together when Urban is in attendance."
"How about the country estate? What if he runs there?"
"That place has not even been on our radar, but now that you have given me the location, we will keep a watchful eye on the place. Give me your phone."
He took my phone and went up to the app store and loaded a tracking program that would allow him to track my phone simply by using my number and therefore know where I was, or at least where my phone was, at any given time.
"You won't be able to contact me unless Urban wants you to, so you will just have to trust that I will know where you are at all times and if I perceive that the situation is a danger to you, I will come and bail you out. As long as you don't break cover, I feel comfortable that we can keep you safe."
"I don't know how much comfort I derive from that, but I will do my best to keep my cool."
"And know that there is a team behind you. With that in mind, I want you to remember a word and that word is 'firecracker.' You will not know any or all of my operatives in the field, so this word will identify them to you as one of my people. In a sense, it is a safe word, as you will be safe with anyone who uses that word."
"Firecracker. I'll remember that, alright. And pray for the day that it saves me."
"I think you'll be just fine, Lucille. Time to get home and call your master so he knows that you have accomplished your mission. I'll take it from there." And he slung down the remainder of his scotch.
The ride home from the Roost felt like it took forever. I was so paranoid, and I kept looking around to see if anyone was following me or looking at me. On the way, I called my Master from the car to let him know what I had done. Or at least the parts he told me to do.
"Fine work, Lu. The bugs are up and running and should give us the intel we need to remain safe in an otherwise unsafe world. That was some session you had with our mark."
"It is my honor, Master. How may I serve you further?"
"You just go get a good night's sleep and I will see you on Friday. I've already booked a hotel room. Just right for four and not far from Hooligan's Roost. Expect a good night. And tell Charles he is gonna have the weekend off. That ought to make him happy. And, Lu."
"Yes, Master."
"Tell Charles not to expect you home on Friday night."
"Yes, Master. I'll let him know when next I see him. He's probably in bed now. He's been working a lot lately, and he's been beat."
"Well, he's been a good boy. He deserves a break."
"And what do I deserve, my Master."
"You'll see on Friday."
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Being the secretive guy he is, Urban had us all meet at Hooligan's Roost, where we shared a drink and left in his vehicle for the hotel. It was a small private hotel and Urban booked us a full suite with two bedrooms, an extra-large shower and a hot tub. When we arrived, the driver and bodyguard dropped us at the door and the driver parked while the bodyguard followed us to the room. He was another one of those big football player types. I think Terry was a bit more than a little intimidated, but he was trying not to show it as he wrapped himself around Pam as they followed Urban and me to the room.
Urban had a full six inches on Terry and looked like he could have eaten him for breakfast. The bodyguard looked at him like he was going to do just that, but remained outside the confines of the room, where he was joined by the driver.
"Tell me, Pam," Urban asked. "Have you ever been with a black man?"
"I have. But only once. He was a force of nature and I still don't remember why I didn't go back for more. Are you a force of nature, Mr. Mann?"
"Urban, please, or Urb. We're all friends here and looking to be more than friends."
"Friends with benefits?" I asked.
"Hopefully," Urban said. "You're much prettier, Pam, than Lu let on. I can see us having one hell of a night if you're up for it."
"I'll show you who's up for it." And she walked over to where he was seated and plopped down on his lap. He grabbed her cheeks with both hands and drew her mouth to his. She didn't hesitate and let her tongue do the talking.
I looked over at my Master and then looked at Terry and Urban nodded his head to give me the go ahead. So, for the first time since this whole thing started, I walked over to where Terry was sitting, on the loveseat where Pam had been sitting with him, pulled him up by his both hands and led him into a passionate kiss. He was a good kisser, for a white boy, and I let him lead the way. And he did. Right into one of the bedrooms.
As we kissed, we hurriedly stripped ourselves and each other to get down to the main event. This guy is supposed to be a world class cunnilinguist, and I wanted to take advantage of that. Then I jumped into the bed and spread my legs. "Last one in is a pussy eater."
"I guess that would be me," he said. "Open up, here I come."
And I opened up, but I was the one about to come. Pam was right. This guy had talent, no matter the color. He
was
world class. And he loved his work and attacked my core like he was trying to prove something. Well, he proved something to me. You don't have to be black to be a great pussy eater. But what kind of fuck would he be? He was pretty well equipped, but he was no Urban. Not by a long shot. As a pussy eater, he was without peer, but in the fucking department, he was just so-so.
Pam, on the other hand, was feeling her oats. I could hear her screaming her lungs out as Urban worked her over. They were in the other bedroom, so I couldn't see what they were doing, so I bade Terry to join them to see if we could keep this party going.
When we entered the room Urban was behind Pam ramming his big stick into her tight asshole. She was wiggling and giggling to beat the band. When he saw us coming in, he pulled out of her and went all ass to mouth to finish up. She accommodated him and swallowed all he had to offer. She caught it all except for a little dribble that ran out of the corner of her mouth which she licked up with her tongue.
"Wow!" Pam said. "That's some dick and that was some fuckin'. I think I'd like to do that again."
"Me too," said Urban. Let's order some takeout and just chill. I have a couple of bottles of wine in the car and I'll send one of my guys out to get them. And I understand there's a good pizza place around the corner. Anyone object to pepperoni?"
"Can we get it half plain?" Terry asked. "I'm not a pepperoni guy."
Urban went to the door and told his driver to go get the two pizzas, one plain and one pepperoni, from around the corner and to bring the two bottles of wine in. He took off like a shot.
We all kicked back, still naked, in the living room and talked about the sex we just had. Pam raved about Urban's cock, but still held that Terry was the king of the pussy eaters. I couldn't argue with that. He gave me quite the tongue lashing and I can't remember anyone else in recent memory who had done a better job of it. But his dick didn't hold a candle to Urban's; still the best I've ever had, no matter his dark history. He knew his business when it came to fucking.
Urban's driver, whose name I did not know, returned with the pizzas and the two bottles of wine, both red; one a chianti and the other a merlot. He also brought four wine glasses that were kept in the vehicle.
We sat and sipped wine and munched on the pizza right out of the boxes. The pepperoni pizza went first, with Urban having four slices and us girls each having two. Terry had three slices of the plain and was done for the night. At least the pizza part.
The chianti was gone, and we were working on the merlot when Urban called for round two. This one would be a little different. He stood in the middle of the living room portion of the suite and asked Pam how she felt about sucking dick. She was all for it and said it was her favorite thing next to pizza. We all got a kick out of that.
He bid her come get on her knees and suck his dick, which she gladly did, although it looked to be quite the challenge given its size. Then he called me over and told me to eat his ass while Pam sucked his dick. We complied, and he did some dancing of his own. Then he pulled a fast one and switched it up. And didn't Pam just stick that tongue of hers up his ass and went to town, sticking a finger inside his asshole and working his prostate while licking the outside of his ass?
After some time, Urban came in my mouth, howling out about how good this was. Then he looked over at Terry and said, "Your turn, brother."
And his turn it was, indeed. He stood up there and we wailed away at him front and back. She worked his ass, and I took his cock in my eager mouth and sucked and sucked. After Urban, getting the whole thing down my throat was a piece of cake. Then we switched so that Pam could get a mouthful of that stuff she worked so hard for.
And so it went, hour after hour, until finally I ended up getting fucked by my Master, and Pam got eaten out by Terry in a massive cleanout of her hungry hole. It was almost four in the morning when we just collapsed on each other and crashed for the night. All in the same bed, spooned into each other.
We were all up at nine, and each did our cleanup routines as the others dressed. We dropped Pam and Terry back at their cars with the promise that we would do this again in the near future. Pam seemed pretty excited about getting another shot at Urban. I was less than thrilled about Terry, but he is one hell of a pussy eater. A true cunning linguist. I'd let him do me again.
Once they were dropped off, we headed out to Urban's country estate. I had no idea what he had in mind, but he certainly did not appear suspicious of me in any way, so I continued to go with the flow. Ready to perform at my Master's command. Willing to jump at his every whim.
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When we arrived at the estate, things were quiet. Too quiet. Every time I had been to the estate things were pretty much jumping. But not today. Maybe because it's early, I rationalized. Maybe that's why he brought me here. Just to have some alone time. Or maybe it was to kill me. That sent a shiver down my spine, but I did not change my demeanor.
Steady, Lucille. Just do as you are told and everything will be fine.
"Are you okay, Lu? You look upset."
"Me, upset. Nah. I mean, no Master. You're not gonna make me fuck Terry again, are you?"
"Problem?"
"You know I have a preference and he just doesn't fit. Don't get me wrong, he's got a tongue I could dance on all night long, but his dick just doesn't measure up. Leaves me longing for some of that stuff you've got. If you know what I mean."
"Well, you'll do what you have to do, Lu. I can tell you one thing though, I want another piece of that Pam. She is as hot as a rocket and tight as a drum, front and back. She is one hot piece, Lu, and you will get her for me again. In fact, I'd love to make her number seventy-six. She'd fit right in. Tell me about her husband."
"Not a good fit, Master. He is virtually asexual and would resist any attempt to enslave him. He's got means and is very strong willed. Now if you want to put her together with someone to make them a couple I'd still stick with Terry. He brings some real talent that any of the girls around here would be happy to accommodate. Pierce this guy's tongue and he may turn out to be the best pussy licker of all time."
"I'll take it under advisement. Tell me, Lu, have you heard from your cop since Wednesday?"
Boy, that caught me by surprise. "Why, no. I haven't. Should I be setting up another date?"
"Sounds like you're looking forward to it."
"Actually, I am. He's quite the talent in bed and for an errand you make me do, it's quite pleasant."
"At least you're honest about it. Just about any of the other gals would balk about it in fear of my reprisal. I like that you are straight with me, fearlessly."
Fearless, my ass. I'm shaking in my booties now and will until this son of a bitch is down for the count.
"I'm not fearless, but I follow the rules and therefore have nothing to fear."
"Great attitude, Lu. Now I need you to take that attitude and set me up with Pam again. I don't want her boy toy with her this time. She now knows who I am and what I can do. I want her alone. I'd love to bring her up here for a weekend and see if I can bring her on board. Even as a unicorn. I think she's got that much potential."
"Yes, my Master. I'll work her over this week and see if we can break her away next weekend. I'll bet you claim her in one weekend."
"Oh, I've already got her. I just need a little time with her. This weekend is not the first time I've used that hotel room. I happen to own the hotel and I have what I need on Pam to bring her on board. I expect her husband would take exception to his wife's behavior this weekend. And I have the footage to show him that will just draw her in. And I have you to thank for it. You are quickly becoming one of my favorite slaves, Lu. It's nice to have someone I can truly trust. And for that, you get a reward. We're spending most of the weekend alone together. It's time for me to start trying to get a ring on that finger of yours."
"Like Inga and Helga?"
"And many more before them. And like them, you can become one with your Master. One with me."
"Can I have some time to think about it, Master?"
"Of course, little one. Take all the time you need. There's nothing but time."
Not really. The train is coming and if you don't get out of the way, it's going to mow you right down.
|
[
"police",
"interracial sex",
"massage",
"intrigue",
"crime",
"blackmail",
"betrayal"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 07
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-07
| 4.27 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Aunt Yumiko gasped and a shudder ran down her body. Her arm pumped faster, her nose pressed harder against his used underwear.
Without thinking, Takeru dropped his shorts and grabbed hold of his cock. He didn't need to stroke it. The sight of her was enough. He pulled it free just as a hard jet of cum sprayed out, splattering on the shutters. He stroked, driving it on, and a fresh torrent splashed down the wall, showering the area with seed.
It wouldn't stop. He fell to his knees on the grass, still pumping, using both hands to aim his cock out of the way. It sprayed wildly, slopping into the grass, pooling into white rivulets around him. His eyes glazed over, his jaw fell slack, and he emptied out his aching, swollen balls.
His body went limp all at once and he collapsed sideways onto the ground. Every time he breathed, another trembling wave of pleasure tore through him. Rolling onto his back, he pumped until there was nothing left inside, then kept pumping to make sure.
Gradually, the worst of the shaking stopped. Then the fog began to clear from his mind. It was like coming out a fever dream. His body was beaded in sweat, his muscles were aching. The need was fading away and reality was creeping into its place.
Takeru jolted upward in a panic, shooting to his hands and knees. Hana wouldn't be far behind him. She wouldn't see him unless she went looking, but he wasn't ready to take the chance.
He reached down with trembling hands and slipped his shorts in place. His face felt like it was on fire. Every inch of him likely had a blush.
Still gasping for air, he scanned quickly over the aftermath. It was hard not to be a bit proud, and a little horrified, too. The window pane was soaked, and trails of spunk dripped down from it in great white globs. Another trail led to a puddle in the dirt. Sprays ran across the grass in all directions. He stared, aghast at the sight, and shook his head.
A grunt from inside snapped him back to reality. He heard her huffing into his boxers, the needful rasp of her tongue as she lapped it. His cock stretched against his shorts and he staggered toward the path, forcing his feet onward. He needed to get away from there.
But he didn't understand. Why was she in there?
Maybe it had been too long since a young man had been in town? It wasn't necessarily about him. He, of all people, could understand that. She was probably going to feel as ashamed and disgusted as he did. Once she was done, at least.
He was only a few steps away when the memory came back to him, unbidden. The hoarse sounds of her grunting. The way she had bent over, her thick ass swaying in the air. He hadn't seen her hand moving under her dress, but he could picture it now.
The fabric of his shorts pulled against his thigh. The thick ridge of his cock head swelled, outlined in the cotton. It jumped, growing in spurts against the leg of his shorts and snaking outward, peeking out from the leg. He slowed down to a hobble.
He had the photos of Hana on his phone, he remembered. And, groaning, he forced the thought from his mind.
The memory of Miu, wriggling beneath him, came in its place. He imagined pulling up her shirt, revealing pale nipples on small, white breasts. Innocence laid out just for him. His teeth snapped down, drawing him out of the fantasy.
It would be so easy to go back to the window and pull his cock out. He could listen as his aunt came. He wouldn't last a full stroke. The pressure was building in his sack again. The pressure was almost nauseating. His feet slowed and he glanced back toward the house.
What the hell was he supposed to do, if jerking off only made him hornier? And now Hana's photos were always going to be there, waiting, tempting him to peek. Unless she made him delete them, he realized.
He looked up and spotted the community center in the distance. He could see Hana outside, which meant she could probably see him, too. She must have passed him by while he was jerking off.
He pulled out his phone and found the pictures of her. He stumbled lightly, not watching where he was going as he glanced over them. It wasn't just her bra strap. He saw the full curves of her breasts. She had cleavage that made him want to bury his face into the screen and die there.
He copied everything and buried them in another folder. He slowed his pace and dug his nails into his leg as he walked, twisting hard at the flesh, willing the pain to drown away any other thoughts. He pictured getting hit in the face with a rock. Roaches swarming beneath his bed sheets. His mother finding the phone and crying from what she found there
Little by little, his cock softened. But it was still boiling hot and spilling out mess. He could smell it as he walked.
"Hey," Takeru called out, his voice thin and cracking. He waved to Hana, sweat trickling down his back.
Hana was on the porch of the community center, resting her head in her hand and glowering at him. "Where'd you go?" she asked.
Too late, he realized he had forgotten to think of a better lie. "Aunt Yumiko said she was going to do some laundry today. I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed."
The possibility of Hana bringing this up at dinner came to him. If his aunt heard he had stopped by, she would know he had been there. And that he hadn't come inside. She would know.
"And... then I remembered she had everything, so I changed my mind," he added lamely.
Hana rose slowly. Her slim shoulders and heavy chest drifted past his eye-line, and he pulled his gaze away.
"Where have you been then? Were you running again? Your face is all flushed."
"Just looking around," he squeaked, clearing his throat. "Is this the community center?"
Hana eyed him over, her arms crossed, ready to demand answers. Takeru stepped inside the building, pretending not to notice.
The building wasn't large. The walls were all plain wood, sparsely decorated. In one corner, a few couches were arranged around a television. A bookshelf and a counter with a hotplate occupied the other end of the room. In the far corner sat a lone computer with a woman seated in front of it, typing away. The Village Head was at another table, writing into a notebook.
Takeru greeted the old man, then walked around, exploring the place. Rows of folded chairs were stacked beside one wall, gathering dust. The last time he had been there, as a child, was for a town meeting. The room was filled with energy and chatter then. Afterward, the whole plaza outside had filled with grills and the smell of cooking food. He had fallen asleep on his grandfather's shoulder as they made the long walk toward home.
The building hadn't changed much since then, even if the town had.
Hana gently tugged on Takeru's arm, leading him on toward the couches. "We can get cell service over here. Sometimes. You have to wait a minute."
Takeru nodded, glancing at his phone. No service. His gaze swept across the room. The Village Head and the strange woman were absorbed in their work.
"Who's she?" Takeru whispered.
"Suzuki-san," Hana replied without looking up.
As if hearing her name, Mrs. Suzuki quietly slipped from her chair and pushed it back into place. She hesitated as she spotted them, then bowed.
She was younger than Takeru had expected -much younger than anyone else he had seen in town, even Aunt Yumiko. She looked about thirty, but it was hard to tell with adults.
Mrs. Suzuki headed toward the door, and her eyes lingered on Takeru, like she was trying to place him.
"Her husband died last year," Hana whispered. "Now she usually just bikes around all day, never talking to anyone."
The door swung shut. She hadn't seemed sad, he thought. But she hadn't seemed anything else either.
"Ha, got it," Hana said, her eyes on her phone. "Check it out."
A signal finally flickered onto Takeru's screen. Hana snatched it out of his hands and wasted no time emailing the photos over to herself. She held tight to the device, waiting until it finished, then deleted them and cleared the trash afterward.
"Just so you don't get any funny ideas."
"I wouldn't," Takeru said firmly.
He realized too late that it was a joke. He looked up and saw her grin falter.
"Now what?" he asked, clearing his throat. "Do we set up the accounts?"
"No way!" Hana gasped. "I need to look through the photos tonight. You can only post a few, so you have to make each one count. It's an art. Take notes, city boy."
Takeru rolled his eyes. He checked his email and browsed the web while Hana did the same. An hour passed in relative silence, and eventually, they both grew bored and wandered back into the streets of town.
Hana broke the silence as they walked. "So," she began, "you've got your college plans all set?"
He nodded.
"What do you think you're going to do? Get some doctorate like your parents?"
"No. I don't think I'd like being cooped up indoors like that. I like getting out, talking to people, that kind of thing."
Hana nodded back.
"I think maybe I want to get into some kind of business," he went on. "Building things, organizing, fixing things up. Something like that," he shrugged.
Hana smiled. "I think that's a good fit for you. You'll do alright."
He wanted to ask about her own plans, but wasn't quite ready for a fight.
"It will be hard, though, going back," he said slowly. Her head turned toward him, but he kept his eyes on the road.
"I forgot how much I like being here, in Mikanagi. Even when it's like this, and it's kind of empty. Compared to the city, I think it's exciting, at least. There's something about it that makes me feel... something."
He wasn't sure how else to explain it. He wasn't looking forward to going home, at least not yet. At home, the days all blurred together. There was a tightness around his heart there that never went away.
Hana laughed, pulling him from his thoughts.
"What?" he asked.
"You sound exactly like Grandfather," she said, grinning. "Even in the end, he told me he was so excited every day to get out of bed. He said he didn't sleep because he was too eager to get out and start the next day. I had forgotten that."
Takeru nodded. He had forgotten that, too. His grandfather had been a real force of nature. He single-handedly brought life into the town. And some of it was still there, a faint ember glowing beneath the surface. The orchard was proof of that.
They circled around town, waving to anyone they passed. Kiyo and Chiyo, the elderly sisters, stopped them along the way. They pressed warm cookies into their hands, each rich with the scent of toasted sesame. They snagged an extra one 'for Miu,' and devoured it as they waited for school to let out. Then they climbed up the hill, Miu in tow, eager for dinner.
Inside the house, Takeru bowed to his aunt. She greeted him as if nothing had changed between them. He was her nephew again. Their temporary guest.
"Would you still like to learn to grill fish?" she asked, tying an apron over her dress.
It was the same white dress he had seen her wearing earlier. The image of her rocking against her hand flashed through his mind.
Takeru shook his head, blushing. He pointed ahead, into the hallway. "I think the door in the bathroom was catching. I should probably take a look at it."
"Oh, no. That's too much trouble..."
"Thank God!" Hana said. "That's been annoying for years. Dad said it's broken."
"Well, do you really know how?" Yumiko sighed, leaning closer.
Takeru took a step further away. "Maybe. Is there a toolbox?"
He'd only wanted an excuse to leave but he felt committed now. As Village Head, his grandfather had spent most of his days wandering from house to house, helping the older folks with odds and ends. He would put Takeru to work, too, if he was around. No one in town ever demanded it, or were ever in a hurry. Most just seemed grateful for the chance to sit and chat. And Takeru never left anywhere with an empty stomach.
It was always a good feeling, helping. Making the town a little bit better, making friends and neighbors a little happier. It was a real, tangible good that they were doing. You could see it on their faces. There was contentment to be found in work like that. That was the kind of job he wanted to find. It was exactly what he couldn't put into words for Hana earlier.
The door on the bathroom was so simple to fix that he did it by accident as he looked it over. He glowered at it for a few minutes anyway, tapping around with a hammer to make it look more impressive than it was. When the door glided smoothly open and shut, everyone in the house came over to admire it.
And their gaze soon shifted from the door to Takeru. He glanced back at each of them. And it wasn't just gratitude he found there. It was almost reverence.
Takeru swallowed awkwardly. "Is there anything else?"
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Brief Encounters Ch. 01
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/brief-encounters-ch-01-2
| 4.6 | null |
Gay Male
|
The tent in your pants was so obvious I had to flick my eyes around the bar to ensure I was the only one who had spotted your arousal. Maybe no one else had seen it, and maybe no one else was anticipating the sight, smell and taste of it like me and therefore were not so focused on it.
No! Everyone was enjoying Friday night, in their own little world, as were we. I looked at your face and listened to our conversation, but that damn tent, I could not take my eyes off it. Other men talk to a pair of breasts rather than the person; I was talking to your dick and not to you. I had promised myself not to do that, but my monkey brain had taken over. I was fucked!
We were just two guys having a beer, but behind the facade we were just marking time. Marking time until we could get out of there and be alone with each other.
I downed the last of my second beer and saw that you had nearly finished yours.
"Come on. Time to go."
"OK", you said and swung off your stool and headed for the door.
I threw $20 on the bar and followed you out. Again, maybe it was just me, but that tent in your pants was not going down and standing there in the sunlight, it was all the more obvious. I didn't know what you were wearing under your jeans, but whatever you had hanging between your legs, wasn't hanging. It was rigid and vertical, a solid, hard sex-pole pushing toward the waistband of your jeans. My own dick responded to the sight, and I could feel the ache in my groin and the urgent need to re-arrange myself as I hardened.
"My truck is over the back behind that Sprinter van", I gestured with a wave of my hand as we weaved our way through the lot.
As we neared the van I knew exactly what I was about to do. Getting you home and undressed was not going to cut it now. I was going to take you once we were hidden from view by the bulk of the van. You seemed not to know, the only hint was that obsessively inviting bulge in your jeans. As we squeezed behind the Sprinter, I tapped your shoulder and you turned.
I grabbed your belt buckle and pushed you against the front of the van. That bulge was not just my imagination, I could feel the head of your dick pressing against my hand inside your waistband as you relaxed back in my grip.
"I am going to take you now, so be quiet and let me be."
You dutifully said nothing as I dropped to my knees in front of you and, with both hands, began to unclasp your belt and pull down your zip. My face was inches away from your groin as I grasped the sides of your jeans, pulling them and your low-cut briefs down to your knees. The rigid pole of your cock sprung and bounced as it came free from constraint. You were fully erect, your dick helmet purple and glistening with pre-cum just inches from my face. I grabbed it by its base in one hand, and with the other, I cupped your balls, full of cum, tight and round, pulled up against your dick. I ran my fisted hand up your dick driving a bigger dribble of pre-cum from your pee hole and, wanting to catch my first taste of you, I bobbed my head down to touch my lips onto your helmet. You moaned and put a hand on my head as, with your taste on my lips, I pulled slowly away, allowing the sticky pre-cum to hang for a few tantalising seconds between us.
Oh, I needed that dick, right now, in my mouth I needed that dick in my mouth and your cum down my throat. Holding your shaft at its base, I pulled your vertical shaft down and pushed its head against my pursed lips. I slowly pushed your helmet past my lips and took just the head of your dick in my mouth so that my lips held your dick tightly inside while I pushed my lips over and past your helmet rim and then back again. You moaned louder, and I now flicked my tongue around your purple knob and played with your pee-hole and the little valley running down the lower edge of your dick tip. You tightened your grip on my head as I released your balls from my cupped hand and fumbled at my own jeans belt, pulling my own erect member free. I grasped it with my free hand, already feeling my own damp and glistening pre-cum, as I jerked myself in response to my attentions to your helmet.
I was used to the size and length of you and now pushed past the head of your dick and pushed myself down towards the base of your shaft, taking as much of your shaft as I could in my mouth until I knew I would gag. Tightening the grip of my lips around your shaft, I pulled back off, sucking and flicking as your dick popped out fully from my mouth. The head of your dick was a mess of foamy throat slime and pre-cum, which hung between us before I pushed back down to my gagging point and repeated the motion.
You groaned, "Fuck me you fucking horny fucking man."
"Keep going you fucking slut, I am going to fill you face with my cum before long."
My thought was, "yes please", but with a mouth fully occupied, I could do nothing more than continue my enthusiastic sucking.
I was pulling myself off as I continued my attentions to your dick, and you groaned appreciatively. The action in my mouth and my jerking myself was having an effect on me. I knew in this state of arousal I was going to cum in short order. Fortunately, you were also reaching the point of no return and had taken the back of my head in your two hands. I could feel you being unable to stay still in response to my ever more rapid mouthing of your rigid weapon and began to thrust into my throat as I pushed down, almost squashing my nose into your groin. Breathing was getting difficult and you were in danger of making me gag-this needed to reach a climax soon!
"Fuck me, here comes my load. Suck hard, you motherfucking cock-sucker," you groaned.
I knew. I could feel your dick stiffen and as I was on an upstroke, my lips tight around you, I felt your hot white cum surging up your shaft. I pushed hard down on your dick and at that moment you exploded into the back of my throat. I swallowed, the other choice being gagging and spluttering. I pulled back and you shot two more ribbons of cum into my mouth as I pulled completely off your dick. I looked up at you, cum dribbling from my lips.
Still holding the base of your slippery cum and slime-covered dick I stood, my other hand still gripping my own throbbing member that I had been able to continue stroking through the entire experience. You leaned back against the van and I increased my own urgent pulling as I reached the point of climax myself, not more than a few seconds behind you. I pulsed my first ribbon of cum onto your belly, the second smacked into my other hand still holding the base of your shaft and one last ribbon shot down the front of your jeans, now bunched around your ankles.
We were spent and fucking covered in sweat, slime and cum. I slapped my dick against yours' mixing our fluids and smiled.
"Well, that's relieved the tension. Now let's get home. I know we both can manage rather more than that over the rest of the evening."
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"oral sex"
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Eleanor Ch. 03: An Uninvited Guest
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https://www.literotica.com/s/eleanor-ch-03-an-uninvited-guest
| 4.75 | null |
Fetish
|
Previously, Mark has met Eleanor at a Art exhibition and they have come back to his flat together, in the car Mark stroked her feet and she smooshed his face across the window with her toes as the driver watched. Then her followed her up the stairs to her flat and at the top she made his strip before coming into his own flat. Just as they arrived in the flat, with Mark naked and Eleanor in a beautiful silk, green dress, they hear a key turn in the lock. Eleanor quickly passed Mark a small cusion and they stood awkwardly to one side.
*****
Adam walked through the door, pausing in the frame to assess the scene. Eleanor fully dressed but for her shoes; Mark, holding her shoes, naked but for the small cushion covering his cock.
Adam's eyes sparkled and he chuckled. "Having fun, Mark?" he inquired, "I'm Adam, by the way." He held his hand out to Eleanor.
"Eleanor," She replied, shaking the offered hand, "We are, thanks Adam, want to join us?" She offered, her voice silky and inviting.
Adam chuckled again, and let his gaze slide over Eleanor's perfect form. Mark's stomach churned, disappointed at the idea of having to share this majestic lady. Adam looked over to Mark and then replied, "Not this time, thanks, I'll be in my room. I'll wear my headphones too. You two have fun now!" Amd off he headed to his room, closing the door with a loud thump.
"Well, we don't need that cushion now, do we." Eleanor commanded, her voice sharp and playful. Mark, slowly dropped the cushion and Eleanor began to inspect him. She looked over his slender shoulders, his chest and his slightly protruding stomach. Then, her eyes flicked down to his cock. It was fully erect, but her face dropped. He was about 3 inches long and an inch and a half in girth. "Oh." She pouted and then instructed, "Turn." Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion.
Mark obeyed, slowly rotating, offering every angle of his exposed body for her assessment. When he completed his slow rotation, facing her again, her eyes met his. There was no judgment, no visible disgust, only a cold, dispassionate acknowledgment. A slow, knowing smile finally touched her lips, a subtle curve that said she saw everything, knew everything, and was utterly, thrillingly in command.
"Come," she instructed, her voice a low, alluring murmur that nonetheless held absolute authority. She turned, her bare feet making soft, deliberate sounds on the linoleum as she walked towards the open door of his apartment. She didn't look back, simply expected him to follow.
Mark, still naked and trembling, hurried after her, his eyes fixed on the fluid sway of her hips. He stepped into the familiar comfort of his living room, but it felt entirely alien under her gaze, bathed in the soft glow of the lamps. She walked directly into his bedroom, and he followed, the small space suddenly feeling charged with her presence.
She paused just inside the doorway, turning to face him. Her eyes, dark and glittering, held his. "On your knees," she commanded, her voice dropping to a near whisper.
He knelt instantly, his knees hitting the carpet. She then, with an almost imperceptible shift of her weight, presented her right foot. "Begin," she said, her voice a soft permission.
Mark wasted no time. He leaned forward, his lips pressing gently against her crimson-painted toes, tracing the delicate curve of each one. He moved his tongue slowly over the smooth, cool nails, then down to the softer skin of her instep smelling her coconut-y, salty, slightly dirty scent.
"Good," she murmured, a breathy sound of approval. "Now... higher."
He obeyed, his mouth moving slowly up her ankle, his tongue exploring the delicate bones, the smooth skin of her lower leg.
"Keep going," she instructed and his obedient lips continued their journey up her calf, then along the taut muscle of her thigh. Her legs were long and shapely, and he happily fell into the act of submission.
Then, just as his mouth reached the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh, Eleanor lifted her dress. The fabric glided upwards with a soft rustle, revealing a glimpse of soft, teal-colored lace. Her panties. The sight was a jolt, a new level of intimacy revealed, shimmering with silent invitation just inches from his face. Her eyes, looking down at him, sparkling with triumph.
Mark's gaze was fixed on the flash of teal lace, his breath catching in his throat. The sight of her panties, so close, felt like a revelation, an even deeper layer of intimacy unveiled. His tongue, already tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, paused.
He lifted his head slightly and gently kissed her panties. They were damp and the taste on his lips was like a drug, he couldn't think straight. She smelt and tasted musky, with a deep, earthy scent.
Eleanor's eyes, looking down at him, held a quiet intensity. Slowly, deliberately, her long fingers went to the waistband of her panties. With a fluid, unhurried motion, she began to slide them down, the delicate fabric rustling softly as it peeled away from her skin. The teal lace fell past her hips, down her thighs, and finally, with a soft whisper, pooled around her bare feet on the carpet.
She sat on the bed before him, legs slightly parted, utterly exposed.
"Now," Eleanor commanded, her voice a low, breathy whisper that vibrated with power.
Mark didn't hesitate. He pressed his face against her, his tongue immediately finding its target. The taste was intoxicating, a complex mix of musk and something uniquely feminine. He began to lick, to suck, to explore. He couldn't believe his luck.
Mark was lost in the intoxicating rhythm of his actions, consumed by the taste and scent of her when Eleanor's hand, cool and firm, settled on the back of his head and rubbed at his hair, gently but unmistakably, pulling him away.
He looked up confused, her face was still, frozen in pleasure. She looked down at him, kissed him deeply, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth to taste herself. Then, she stood, unzipped her dress and let it fall around her teeth, letting it pool in a beautiful puddle at her feet. She slithered back in the bed, lay her head on the pillow and spread her legs.
She tucked her arms behind her head, smiled and murmured, "Now, pleasure me!"
Mark didn't need telling twice, he hopped up onto the bed and lay between her legs. He lined his tiny penis up with her slit and began to lower himself into her. As he nudged forward he felt his cock touch her pussy, the juices beginning to coat the head of his cock.
Suddenly, though, he hears a soft, mocking chuckle. "Oh, Mark," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement, "that won't do much, will it?" She smiled sweetly at him, "Get back to using your tongue."
Mark felt a wave of humiliation, but his cock flicked and swelled. His face too flushed with blood as she smiled sadly at him. He lowered his head, his gaze locked on her body stretched out on the bed. He began not at her legs, but higher, slowly, reverently. His lips pressed against the hollow of her collarbone, trailing wet, fervent kisses across her pale skin. He moved down to her breasts, teasing the nipples with his tongue, drawing out low moans. His mouth continued its journey across her ribs, over the soft expanse of her stomach, each kiss a silent apology for believing he could really fuck this goddess. Finally, he reached his her soaked vagina.
Eleanor lay still, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow, clearly enjoying the attention. Mark's tongue worked diligently, obeying her command. He moved over her, a meticulous devotion in his every lick and suck, savoring the taste and scent of her. He kissed her pussy, licked her labia and sucked on her sensitive clit. He noticed her breathing growing shallower, then quickening, becoming harder, more ragged. Her fingers, which had been behind her head moved, first to her breasts, squeezing her left nipple tightly, then the clenched a handful of the fabric into a tight fist. A low moan escaped her lips. Then, almost absentmindedly, her other hand lifted, her long fingers threading into his hair, gently stroking, occasionally brushing against his ear. It was a subtle gesture, a shift from pure command to something gentler.
As Eleanor's moans deepened, Mark shoved his tongue deep in her hole, removed it and began to flick rapidly at her clit. Her fingers tightened their grip on the crumpled sheet, her hips arching subtly beneath Mark's devoted attention. The strokes in his hair became less absentminded, more fervent, pulling at his scalp with a desperate need. A shiver wracked her body, her breath hitching as she reached her peak, a soft, guttural cry escaping her lips.
At that very moment, as Eleanor shuddered with release, a strange, unexpected sensation rippled through Mark. His own small penis, which had been aching with a perverse pleasure throughout her insults, suddenly pulsed. A warm, slick liquid leaked from its tip, painting the instep of Eleanor's right foot, just below her ankle, and streaking across the glossy red nails of her toes with a smear of his semen.
Eleanor slowly recovered from her climax, her breathing gradually easing back into a softer rhythm. Her fingers uncurled from the crumpled sheet, and she lay for a moment, eyes still closed, basking in the afterglow. Mark remained positioned between her legs, gently kissing her pussy and her softly glowing thighs.
Then, her eyes slowly opened. They drifted downwards, past Mark's face, to her right foot, where a tell-tale sheen glistened on her instep and painted toes. Her gaze lingered on the stark white against the crimson polish, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features. There was no anger, no disgust, only a calm, assessing observation.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she extended her foot slightly towards him. Her voice, still a little husky from her recent release, was soft, yet imbued with her familiar, unwavering command. "Clean that up, Mark, now!"
******
Thanks for reading. I'm a pretty new author so any comments or suggestions would be greatly received.
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How Nate Got His Groove Back
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/how-nate-got-his-groove-back
| 4.74 | null |
Gay Male
|
1.
The smell in our kitchen--Pete's and mine--on any given evening wasn't just dinner. It was the ingrained scent of a couple over twenty years together--roasting garlic, a little thyme, and the comfortable layering of aromas that settles only in a place that's well-lived in.
Pete moved around the kitchen like he knew where every utensil had been since the nineties, which he did. Muscular and compact, he hummed quietly as he stirred his risotto. His movements were economical, his energy tight--like a spring coiled and ready.
I sat at the island, arranging a modest charcuterie board. It was just for us, but every slice of prosciutto and wedge of cheese got the kind of care you'd expect in a food magazine shoot. Pete liked to rib me about it, but I thought it was meditative.
"Come on, Nate the Great," Pete said with that grin, nudging me to take a chance, to be bold. At work, I was Nathan--no nicknames, all business, calling the shots--but here, with him, I was just Nate, or Nate the Great, when he wanted to poke fun. "You don't have to be so careful all the time."
It always made me smile, and when I needed a pen name, I borrowed it--a nod to when Pete believed in me before I believed in myself.
"Do you remember," I began, not looking up from my work, "that trattoria in Rome? The one with the green awning? You ordered cacio e pepe, even though you said you just wanted a snack--that you'd eaten enough."
Pete chuckled, low and easy. "You looked at me like I'd announced I was moving in."
"Well, it was a surprise," I said, meeting his eyes with a smile. "Just when I thought I had the day mapped out."
"It was just a week there. Why not try everything?" Pete paused, spoon in hand. "Keeps it lively, doesn't it?" He grinned--he always had that boyish, little brother look, even in middle age.
I'd look at my husband sometimes and see all the Petes--the fresh-faced guy I fell for, full of restless energy; the middle-aged guy with glasses and a gym-built body; and every Pete in between, all tangled up in the same grin, the same laugh, that same boyish heart. It was like seeing a whole life story folded into one person, and feeling lucky to be part of every chapter.
We were a good pair, always had each other's backs, got along famously. But--well, it's a known fact that for long-married couples--gay or otherwise--intimacy shifts. Ebbs and flows, like a tide. I regret to tell you, Pete and I weren't exceptions.
During the latest and longest of those low tides, when the waters of our shared sex life receded, we didn't open things up like some couples do. Monogamy still mattered. Instead, we each found our own way to fill the voids with our solo practices.
I started writing smut. Under my pseudonym, Nate_The_Great, I turned out stories and even novellas, always trying to level up. I published them on online forums, like messages in bottles tossed in the ocean--I like this, do you?--and found unexpected connections with strangers who liked my brand of storytelling. It was a quiet but satisfying world, where strangers' messages flickered on my screen like small lights, reminding me I wasn't alone.
Pete, always the more physical of the two of us, started his own kind of exploration. Toys, ordinary enough at first, soon grew extraordinary. Pete was naturally athletic, and even from a distance I could see he approached those toys the way he did weights at the gym--always adding more, pushing for a personal best.
The collection lived in the basement, tucked away in big bins. I tried not to pry, but I couldn't help having inklings of the scale. Some were the length of my forearm but with far more girth, most shaped like human cocks of every kind, just... bigger. Others were more fantastic--horse cocks, tentacles, made to pry into areas others couldn't. And so heavy.
Pete's toys both fascinated and intimidated me, and I marveled at how Pete could take some of them without breaking.
We knew about each other's habits, though we didn't talk about them much. Pete would ask about my latest story ratings, or if my online readers were behaving. I knew about his toys--saw the charges on our card with each addition.
Sometimes, after a particularly rigorous session--begun after I'd gone to bed, or while I was out at the gym--Pete would emerge from the shower, skin red and scrubbed clean. Downstairs, the towels would be piled up, enough to fill the washing machine on their own.
I'd eye the rumbling washer, thinking the towels saw more action with Pete than I did. At least he wasn't fooling around with another guy. That had to count for something.
Then I'd sit up late, fingers flying across the keyboard, posting another story, sending my creations out into the ether, warmed by the emails that came back. We were two planets, orbiting the same sun. Happy enough, but each with our own spin.
2.
A few nights later, I awoke from a dream. Not a nightmare, nor one of the weird ones where you're at work but it's your grandmother's house. Some dreams have a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. If you've ever had one that feels too real, you know what I mean.
I remembered looking down, sensing something large, substantial, moving inside Pete. But I was the one between his legs. I was focused, and he was lost in pleasure as I drove into him. And it felt like us--like how we used to be, only more.
And the thing is, it felt like more than a dream. A vision of a future where we were connected in more than the day to day, but in all the way--pushing boundaries I hadn't even let myself imagine.
I lay there for a long time, Pete snoring softly beside me, his cherubic face and muscled shoulder catching the blue light of the alarm clock. It was like the afterglow from the dream was lighting him up.
The next morning, that feeling lingered. Over breakfast, the air was quiet, chores ahead of us, and I circled the topic like a nervous cat. I wasn't usually the one to start these conversations, but there was no way to say it but to say it.
"I had a dream last night," I started, swirling the coffee in my mug, my voice softer than usual, "A pretty intense one. About... us. Together. And it involved some of your toys."
His gaze met mine, and I tried to let my face show the vulnerability and hope I felt saying these things, so he'd see I was sincere. "I know we haven't done anything like that in a long time. But if you're up for it, I'd like to--maybe--try again. To explore that, with you. Together."
Pete listened, quiet and thoughtful. My stomach knotted with anticipation and a little fear--that he'd laugh, or worse, just look away. Putting yourself out there like that? It's scary, even with a guy as good natured as Pete. Maybe you've been there.
"No pressure," I added, filling the silence that suddenly felt huge. It was probably less than a minute on the kitchen clock, but I felt each second. "All I want is for you to be happy. And if it's not the time, that's fine. But... I'm willing to try. Just about anything."
It was the truth. I loved Pete and was turned on by him, and the thought of giving him that kind of pleasure was compelling, even if it scared me to admit it.
"Okay," he breathed, and smiled--a real, open smile that wiped away the tension. "Not tonight, but soon." He caught my eyes. "It's just been a long time of doing it alone and I just... I need to prepare. Mentally."
Then he stood and wrapped me up in one of his long, warm hugs. It was not quite as much as my highest hopes realized, but far from my worst fears.
3.
So began the quiet work of folding our separate rivers into a single, deeper one. The first attempts, as you might guess, came with a learning curve. Pete would prepare with a thoroughness I hadn't realized--cleaning out for hours--finally emerging from the bathroom, fresh-faced, readiness in his eyes.
Then, in the basement room, J-lube and towels at the ready, he'd pull out a selection of toys--a warm-up to begin with that would have been aspirational for most guys, and then the bigger, more daunting ones.
I'd take them up--my fingers tracing the slick, unfamiliar shapes. I'd seen them before, but it was something else to handle them myself: the long, thick shafts, the horse cocks with knotted heads. My lean muscles tensed as I tested their surprising weight, adjusting to the heft of each piece.
I started with the smaller warm-up pieces, rapidly escalating to meet Pete's capacity, always watching his face, listening for his gasps, reading his pleasure as I eased the toys inside him.
Sometimes I glanced up at the mirror on the wall. There we were--me, long and fluid, focused and careful, and Pete, compact and muscular beneath me, his face a mix of trust and pleasure. Seeing us like that, reflected back, made the moment feel even more real.
It was strange, being the one delivering so much pleasure, but through something inanimate. At first, it felt awkward. But quickly I found a rhythm, encouraged by Pete's responses and my own reinvigorated lust.
Pete, freed from the limits of solo play and unburdened by solitude, would melt under my touch, his body arching into the things I could do that he couldn't do to himself. That boyish, little brother energy was still there--his face lighting up with a sort of playful trust that made the whole thing feel less kinky and more intimate.
But what surprised me most wasn't just how much he could take, but the sheer intensity of his orgasms.
I'd been around--with guys before Pete, and with him in the before times--thought I knew most things about getting off. But with his toys, his climaxes had become body shuddering events, leaving him trembling, breathless--more climactic than anything I'd seen in anyone else, in bed or in porn. More than I'd seen before in him, or in me.
It's funny how people surprise you, isn't it? Just when you think you've figured them out.
I found my own pleasure in this new landscape, too. Sometimes, as Pete rode a truly formidable toy, I'd get off right there--jerking off, just watching the way his body responded, the sounds he made, my own climax tangled up in his pleasure.
Other nights, we'd include a more traditional connection--me inside him, trying to bridge the gap between my human form and the new kinds of satisfaction Pete had discovered. He always said it was a different kind of good, and I believed he meant it. But sometimes it left me wondering if I'd ever fully catch up.
Months went by. We tried, we experimented. It was a success, in its own way--a patient period of exploration. But it still wasn't the seamless, deeply integrated experience I'd naively imagined when I'd proposed we try again.
I became better at coaching when things got tough--"That's it, Pete. Breathe. You're amazing."--though of course, it was Pete doing the heavy lifting. I didn't need to see him take more, but every time he did he seemed to reach a new level of pleasure. And afterwards he always seemed so high off of it.
Then, one night, after a session that left Pete delightfully spent and me feeling a new kind of accomplished, Pete shifted beside me.
"I like it when you push me," he said, skin still dewy with sweat, a little breathless.
"Well, I am a smut author of some small renown," I joked. "I have a reputation to maintain."
"How many guys have you gotten off with your stories?" he asked. "Hundreds? Thousands, must be."
The question caught me off guard. Crazy as it sounds, I'd never thought of it that way. It's a good feeling when someone thinks more of you than you do yourself--and even better when it's the guy you're crazy about.
He laughed, and then his tone changed. "Nate, there's one more thing I want to try."
A prickle of anticipation ran up my spine as I waited to hear. Another boundary waiting to be explored together.
"Pegging," Pete said, meeting my eyes. "I'd like to try it. The size, you know--not just in me, but really fucking me. With you doing it."
My back stiffened a little--not out of judgment, but confusion. I understood why women did--the toy an augmentation they needed, to stand in, for the thing I'd been born with--and a pretty good one I thought, and had been told.
"I... I don't know," I said, the old concerns immediately rising. "Where would my dick even be? I mean, it would just be... out. Excluded." I tried to articulate the knot forming in my stomach. "It feels... like it might be degrading. Or disconnected. Like there's a sex party and everyone's invited except my dick. The part that makes me feel like I'm having sex would be completely left out. Like a bystander. Like it wouldn't really be us."
I was used to my hands steering the toys into him with no problem--a lot of satisfaction, in fact. I'd made the cum shots to prove it. But fucking him with one, my own dick just flailing there, seemed different.
Pete reached out, squeezed my knee, eyes warm. "It's you I want, Nate. It's not about leaving you out. It's about us finding a new way to connect. For me, it would be you there, knowing when to push me, knowing how. Trusting you to do that to me. That's what matters."
I pictured Pete's biggest toys, thought about my own body. For the first time, I felt a little skeptical--maybe our paths had diverged too far to ever really come together again. Maybe this was as close as we'd get again.
4.
I spent the next few days mulling over Pete's proposition. The idea of pegging felt foreign--a step outside our established norms, even after all our recent explorations. My concerns about my own body feeling sidelined were real, but Pete's quiet, 'It would be you there, with me,' echoed in my mind, along with his trust in me to do it.
We ordered a simple black leather harness. When it arrived, my skepticism resurfaced. Holding it in my hands, comparing those flimsy straps to the hulking silicone pieces Pete had collected, I couldn't quite see how it would work.
"Honestly, Pete," I said, shaking my head, "I don't know how you handle these. You're a champ. But this little peg is supposed to suspend that?" Pete just smiled, a confident glint in his eye.
Pete didn't push, left it entirely to me--if, when, and how I'd ever feel ready to try. There was no pressure, no sulking, just his usual patience, a kind of hopeful calm. The door was open, but I knew I could close it for as long as I needed.
But I loved him, and the idea of shutting down something he clearly wanted felt wrong. He'd been so willing when I suggested we try again--how could I do less when the tables turned?
So, one afternoon, deep into a session, the basement air thick with sweat and the sharp scent of poppers, I found myself holding one of Pete's truly intimidating silicone toys. Pete was arching into my hand, breath coming in gasps, and something clicked.
I stood up and picked up the harness, resting beside the toy bin. "Let's give it a go?" I murmured, my voice a little rough, impulse taking over.
Pete's eyes widened, surprise quickly replaced by a spark of excitement. He nodded, maybe more eager than he let on.
I pulled on my discarded briefs, then strapped the harness over them: two thin bands that settled snugly in the crease between my thighs and pelvis, and a sturdier one wrapped around my hips, all connecting at the peg's base.
The guys I'd seen online rested the flat base on their pubes, just over their dicks, but I pressed mine right against my own erection, my briefs providing a slight cushion.
Pete helped me attach one of the larger, smoother toys. He turned on his knees, and I caught our reflection in the wall mirror--me, long and lean above him, his muscles tensing and releasing, his boyish face expectant. A silent understanding passed between us, a shared breath of nerves and excitement.
I lubed up, pressed the head to his slicked entry, and suddenly realized the sheer size wasn't an issue for the harness. It didn't need to bear the full weight for long--just keep it steady and aligned while Pete and I did the work. One practical concern vanished.
I began to move, slow at first--a cautious, testing rhythm, watching the subtle muscles in his back shift. And soon my hips were grinding into him, my hands gripping his waist.
I was used to seeing him take mammoth toys, but even I could see this was different than the usual insertions by careful hand. The pace, the relentless thrusts by my greedy hips, in and nearly out--stretching his hole anew--and driving in to test the depth again.
I started to ride Pete hard, and I guess my body tricked me--because it was my hips grinding into him, my core engaged, my hands gripping his waist and chest--because ridiculous as it was, it felt like that silicone monster was all me.
"Fuck yes," he choked out, working his hips back to meet me. "Fuck me."
A quiet truth settled in: I didn't feel degraded or disconnected. Not at all. The big silicone cock felt like it was mine--and then something new--a sense of self I knew from other parts of life, but never here--never like this. I felt powerful.
That huge cock, driving Pete wild--I was the one driving it, with the strength and rhythms of my own body, the one penetrating, the one bringing Pete to the edge.
"Can we go... bigger?" Pete gasped, just shy of pleading.
A jolt of excitement shot through me. Without talking, without thinking, I swapped out the toy for an even larger one--didn't even ask him which. It was my choice. The one I wanted to fuck Pete with, to take him to his limits and beyond.
It was heavy in my hand. He'd taken it before, but not like this--not with my hips behind it.
I grabbed the bottle of J-Lube and poured freely--when you're working with toys this size, there's no skimping--copious amounts are mandatory. I slicked the toy, Pete's hole glistened, already loosened from the first rounds. As I eased the toy in, streams of lube dripped down, slick and warm. Pete's eyes followed my motions in the mirror, a mix of anticipation and trust.
A first hit of poppers, and then the initial stretch--intense, and I could feel him clutch at the invasion--his jaw clenched just a little, the muscles in his back tightened. In the wall mirror his eyes looked a little lost. I slid my hand down to grip his hip firmly but gently.
"Hey," I whispered, voice low and steady. "You're doing great. You're amazing."
He swallowed hard, but then he nodded. I held, feeling the moment stretch thin. And then the tension softened, replaced by a new openness, like he was letting go of something he'd held too tight and I sank into him.
Pete let out a shaky breath and his mouth opened slightly, a soft, rumbling low "fuuuuuckk" escaping him, a long deep release.
His breath came faster, chest rising and falling with a new kind of ease. In that moment, I understood something about Pete's athletic drive--this was his personal best, a new peak, and I was the one pushing him there. "Take a hit," I urged. His fingers closed around the poppers bottle, then a deep inhale, readying for a hard fuck.
I watched his face redden and contort, heard his groans and felt the tremors running through him. The force of what I was creating was intoxicating--and the friction of the base against my own cock, seeing Pete's body wrapped around the toy I controlled, was getting me off in ways I never expected.
Pete neared his peak, his body trembling, and I felt my own climax building. He was jerking himself fast, a pace I knew meant he was at the edge. "I'm going to cum," I gasped, not sure if it was a warning or the truth breaking free.
Pete glanced back, maybe to see if I really meant it. I shoved hard, and with a guttural groan from him and a grunt from me, it happened--Pete's body seized, his climax triggering mine. I erupted, right there in my briefs, my cock throbbing against the base of the harness. My uncontrollable thrusts pushed the toy deeper, wringing the last of his pleasure from him as mine crested.
5.
The pegging dildo slipped free from Pete's hole, dropping with a heavy, lube-slick thud onto the floor. Pete, still trembling from the intensity, blinked up at me, voice rough. "Did you really?" He sounded genuinely surprised; I realized he'd probably thought my "I'm going to cum" was just sex talk.
I pulled the harness off, then my briefs. There it was--the proof, unmistakable: my cock still leaking a load, hot and white. "Holy fuck," Pete breathed, and I couldn't help but grin, triumphant and a little stunned.
But I wasn't done. Some animal urgency, so unlike my usual careful self, took over. I scooped up more lube in one hand, wrapped it around my still-hard cock, and with the other, pulled Pete close. My fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him tight--half to touch him, half to steady myself.
As he caught his breath he looked uncertain what was coming next--and I wasn't sure either. I just knew I had to see it through. I jerked my cock, my head pressed against his, the memory of my own unexpected orgasm, and the reality of Pete next to me--his face, his body, his scent--fueling me.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned as the second wave hit--a body-quaking orgasm, shaking me to my core. It was a climax that rivaled anything Pete had shown me--pure, unfiltered release.
Pete probably thought there was no way I could go again so soon--until the heat of my cum splashed his thigh. He gasped, and then let out a roar: "FUCK YEAH!"
He clutched me as my body shuddered for what felt like long minutes. Even through the haze, I caught the pride in his voice--the same pride I'd felt for his glorious climaxes.
It felt like I'd never cum so much in my life. When I could see straight again, I looked down and saw the streak I'd left on the biggest toy--the one that had been in Pete moments ago. It was streaked with cum, bottom to top, pooling stark white in the dark silicone's furrows. Pete shook his head, grinned hard, and pulled me closer. "Fuck yeah," he said again, quieter this time.
We knelt there for a long moment, aftershocks rippling through us both. The room was quiet except for our breathing. Eventually, we got up--stumbling a little, cleaning and putting things away, then showering off the remains of our night. We managed a light dinner, conversation spare but easy--the kind where every grin and touch says more than words.
Later, lying in bed with Pete's head on my chest, I stared at the ceiling. The room was dark and still, but my body was humming, and my mind was alive with a hundred new thoughts.
I had to laugh at myself. For years, Nate the Great had been a name on the screen--half joke, half hope. And Pete's name for me when I needed to believe in myself. But that night, I felt I'd earned it. Some names you have to grow into.
I'd gone into the night fearing I'd feel small--left out, diminished. But instead, I had come out feeling bigger, having found a wellspring of power and connection. I thought I knew everything about sex, about Pete, about myself in this relationship. But tonight proved how much more there was to discover--how endlessly elastic love and desire could be.
As I drifted toward sleep, a new kind of dream started to form. One filled with harness straps, silicone, and the surprising promise of greater shared pleasure--things we hadn't even thought of yet. In it, Pete and I were older, still fit, still lusting after each other, still finding new territory to explore.
People sometimes say gay men can't be monogamous--that it's not in our nature. For some, maybe that's true, and I never judge them. I hope they won't judge me. We all have our own journeys. But I think the mistake is confusing the long shadows of our oppression for our true nature, whatever that may be.
Was it just a dream? Or a vision? You tell me. But it felt like us. It felt real. It felt like the future.
I smiled in the dark, certain of one thing: even when Pete hits ninety-nine, he'll have that little brother grin.
END
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[
"husband",
"gay",
"gay sex",
"romantic",
"toys",
"strap-on",
"married"
] |
Women Love Mike's Bulge Ch. 20
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https://www.literotica.com/s/women-love-mikes-bulge-ch-20
| 4.78 | null |
Fetish
|
As Courtney slowly removed her soaked feet from Karen and Anna's pussies, both women felt an almost post-partum emptiness in their wombs. Having just experienced the complete fullness that only fisting or foot fucking can provide, Karen and Anna both knew this sensation was something they needed regularly.
Anna and Karen had been completely filled with my cock but this was the next level of pleasure for them. Even though my large cock can fill their pussies completely, there's no way it can compete with a shapely, delicate female foot with wiggling toes that can hit every erogenous spot inside their bodies.
Anna picked up Courtney's heels and slipped them onto her pussy soaked feet. Courtney moaned as she loved the feeling of her slick feet squishing around in her shoes. Courtney was used to, and even enjoyed, wearing sweat soaked heels but the added slickness of pussy juice was a new and welcomed sensation for her.
Anna and Karen laid Courtney back on the bed, with her head on the pillow and her legs spread. Anna began making love to Courtney with her tongue. Anna began eagerly lapping up Courtney's sweet pussy juices.
Karen knew this night was meant to connect Anna and Courtney and, although she desperately wanted to stay and make love with these girls all night, she graciously bowed out as Anna devoured Courtney's pussy.
Karen said her goodbyes and called a cab from the living room. Karen went back into the bedroom to kiss the girls goodbye but they were deep in the throes of passion with Courtney's fingers tangled in Anna's red hair, pulling her deeper into her thighs.
Karen, feeling a bit jealous, took that as her cue to leave. Her young lover Anna had been so good to her but it was time for her to feel love like Karen felt in her marriage to me. Karen also knew that I'd be ready to fuck her when she got home.
Karen rolled in the door at 3:30 am, her pussy still damp and gaping from Courtney's sweaty foot penetrating her pussy and uterus. She wanted my cock badly.
I was awakened by Karen's lips around the head of my cock. She was sucking hard, pulling my cock up into a giant erection. The second my cock was hard, Karen hitched up her dress and slowly lowered her loose, dripping cunt onto me. I had never felt her cunt so loose. Karen took all eleven inches in to the hilt as her cervix opened to accommodate the couple of inches she normally couldn't.
My cock was a few inches deep into her uterus. It wouldn't have surprised me if she could have taken several more inches of cock inside her body were it available.
As Karen rode me hard and deep, she slipped off one of her sweaty heels and put it over my mouth and nose. I inhaled the wonderful scent of her foot as my orgasm flooded her womb.
My orgasm was intense imagining how my precious wife's pussy had been used hard by Anna and Courtney only moments before her arriving home.
Karen finally slowed and collapsed on my chest with a couple inches of my cock still trapped inside her uterus. Her cervix clamped on my cock, holding my softening cock inside her.
I asked her how her evening went and, as she started to describe it, my cock began to harden inside her cunt. The head of my cock throbbed wildly in the confines of Karen's uterus.
Karen carefully described the teasing, flirtation and the inevitable venture to Courtney's apartment. Karen told me how she licked and sucked Courtney's sweaty feet and fucked one of her size 6 heels.
When she started to describe how she and Courtney fisted Anna elbow deep and how Courtney even got her elbow inside Anna, her own orgasm started. Karen's pussy spasmed on my cock as an orgasm washed over her. Her cervix contracting on my cock nearly made me cum again.
Karen had several orgasms on my cock as she described, in great detail, how Courtney had fucked her and Anna with her small feet until her toes were inside their uteruses.
When she told me how intense her orgasm was on Courtney's sweaty foot, I blew another load into her uterus. The realization that Courtney's sweaty foot had just occupied the same forbidden space my cock was now in caused my orgasm to intensify.
In the heat of her passion, my wife suggested inviting Courtney in on a foursome with her, Anna and I. Of course, I loved the idea of having three amazing women in bed but wasn't sure if that would ever happen.
What did happen, however, was the three ladies having a few of their own, ladies only, evenings. I was good with that since I was still fucking Anna on the side and fucked Courtney a couple more times without letting on to Anna or my wife.
Anna and Courtney eventually became a couple and my wife and I were so happy for them. Turns out they were compatible in many other ways besides sexual.
Anna eventually surpassed my teaching and her career blossomed. Courtney ended up moving back to Anna's hometown with her and I only got to see them when I was there on business.
I never got to have Anna and Courtney in bed together but I did continue to fuck Anna for many years when our work provided the opportunity.
This story now takes a turn back on course, to the original reason for it. My huge cock had even managed to create situations where people like Anna and Courtney found each other but it's time to write the final chapters on how my cock managed to provide a situation I never thought would happen.
My sister, Susan, had just gotten divorced and needed a place to stay. My wife and I were quite eager to help her out...
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"nylons",
"feet",
"legs",
"lesbian",
"fisting",
"foot fucking",
"heels",
"pantyhose"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 06
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-06
| 4.49 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
A wave of fragrant, ripe fruit met them long before they reached their grandfather's orchard.
The gate to the property swung on its hing, drifting in the wind, its latch long rotted away. Thick weeds lay in the field beyond the gate, covering what was once a neatly kept path. They carefully picked their way through, occasionally spotting a wild crop among the growth, steadily making their way toward the farmhouse.
The roof sagged in places and the porch leaned. The windows were coated in a thick layer of dust. The farmhouse itself looked sound, but the place was in need of serious time and attention.
They looked over it all somberly. "This would break Grandfather's heart to see."
Hana nodded, frowning. "The Village Head had some of the men in town mow when they could, but..."
Takeru understood. There simply weren't enough people left in town, and those who remained had their own chores. And none of them were young.
"I'll do it," Takeru said firmly. "At least while I'm in town. I can't leave it like this."
He felt Hana watching him, but avoided her eyes. "Let's go see the orchard," he said, stepping off the porch and heading further in.
In the back, the lines of peach trees spread out before them, stretching on in neat little rows. The branches had grown wild, forming a canopy overhead, heavy with ripe summer fruit. The dense cover seemed to have shielded the trees from the weather, but not from the wildlife. Small animals scattered as they approached, startled by their sudden appearance.
Takeru reached up and plucked a plump peach from a low-hanging branch, passing it to Hana before grabbing another for himself. They stood there in silence, admiring the scene as they ate, the sweet, white juice running down their chins and fingers.
"No one comes for all this?" Takeru asked between bites.
"We did the first year, and shared it around. But it's a lot of work to pick it all, and I think the cart was too much for them. We can only eat so much anyway. We just walk up here if we really need anything."
Takeru frowned. "I've never had a peach like this out there. If they sold these in the city, people would go crazy for them."
He stepped through the lines of trees, marveling at it all. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands of pounds of fruit hanging from the branches. Plums and mandarins were there, too, albeit in smaller numbers. Vast empty fields ran beyond that for the annual crops, though they had gone to weeds for now.
"It's so beautiful," Takeru whispered.
"How does this look?" Hana called over. He turned around to find her hanging by her hands from a branch. "Am I beautiful, too?" she asked, grinning.
Takeru swallowed and looked at the ground.
When he didn't answer, Hana clucked her tongue impatiently. "Take my photo."
Takeru rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"Just do it!"
Takeru pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo. Hana dropped down from the tree and rushed over to see the result.
After a glance, she shook her head and ran back toward the tree. "Get closer. You have to take it from lower down."
"What? Why?" he groaned.
"It's for my dating profile," Hana said impatiently. "You better make me look good."
Frowning, Takeru slunk closer and took another picture, giving it as little effort as before.
"Take it seriously!" she snapped. "Do you know how hard it is to get a date around here?"
"Why don't you take it then?"
She flung her hair back, sending it whipping around her face and struck a new pose on the ground.
"Not with my old phone," she said through a frozen smile. "Hurry!"
He took a few more shots, taking his time, pretending to put some care into the framing. She came and looked them over again, and her expression tightened.
"Takeru, do you want me to die out here alone? This isn't Tokyo. There are, like, ten unmarried men online within an hour of here, and they'll probably move away as soon as they can."
"What do you want me to do about that?"
"Come on! Have you never taken a photo before, for real? I know your dating profile isn't this sloppy."
"I don't have a dating profile."
"Why not? Wait, don't tell me you're just one of those faceless guys on the app. Going around, sleeping with anyone who swipes you. Because that's so gross."
Takeru groaned. "I'm not sleeping with anyone, Hana. I told you already." A blush grew along his cheeks, stroking his annoyance.
"Wait a second," she said, dropping her voice. "Seriously? You weren't kidding about that? Are you... Are you a virgin?"
Takeru gave a hollow laugh and walked back the other way. She snatched his wrist and stopped him.
"Hold on, hold on!" she called out. "For real? How? Aren't you some star athlete or something back home?"
He shrugged defiantly again. "And?"
"You're not... into girls?"
"Of course I am," Takeru snapped. "You act like I've got nothing better to do than run around dating. Like I've got nothing else to worry about! It's not here, Hana. Every moment of my life is busy. I always have something going on.
"And I don't even have any money. When am I going to work to afford the date I don't have time for? During the hour I spend on the train every day? The ten hours in class and prep school? The four hours of homework? The two hours of soccer practice? I'm lucky to get five hours of sleep a night, and that's only because I schedule it into my planner."
He caught his breath, noticing the way Hana was looking at him. "I'm not crazy. It's not only me, I promise you. The city isn't whatever you think it is. And you'd know that if you had come like you said you would."
He half-expected Hana to walk away, to dismiss his little outburst. But she didn't. She nodded, her gaze dropping slightly.
"I couldn't," was all she said.
Neither of them spoke for a time, and Takeru walked around another tree, pretending to look it over.
"You know," Hana said, breaking the silence, "We could set up a profile for you, too, while we're at it."
Takeru grimaced.
"Think of it as practice. You do have more free time now, right? When are you going to get a better chance? Or better advice? This will be no stress. No commitments. Think of it as studying, but actually fun."
Takeru paced around the treeline, moving away from her. Hana caught him by the shoulder as he tried to sweep past.
"I'm trying to help you. Stand still for a second."
She stretched her hand into his pocket, her fingers brushing the fabric lining inside. He bit back a gasp as she slipped his phone out.
"Don't smile. Girls don't want a boy to be too nice."
Hana crouched slightly, snapping several photos. She finished and showed him the screen. His stared at it, his eyebrows rising reluctantly up. It wasn't bad.
"Now, my turn. Do it right this time!" she said, handing the phone over. "You have to make me look good. Guys are pickier about this kind of thing, and they have a lot more options. They need to be enticed."
She lifted her head back, shooting sultry looks the camera, her lips slightly parted. His hand trembled as he snapped the shot.
Hana scowled down at herself. Her long-sleeved shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, revealing the thinner fabric beneath. She adjusted a bra strap so that it peeked out from under the shirt, nodding with approval. Takeru stared fixedly at the trees behind her.
"Get closer."
Takeru complied, snapping shots as he moved.
All of these photos would be on his phone, he realized. There for him to look at any time he wanted. To zoom in as closely as he liked. No one would ever know.
His throat was dry as Hana took the phone, inspecting the work, her expression unreadable.
Without a word, she undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt. She slipped it off and handed it over to him, revealing the white cami underneath. It clung to her skin, nearly transparent at the curves.
"Try to aim for this," she said, miming a box around her face and shoulders.
Takeru nodded and snapped away. The wind rustled through her hair. Sunlight glowed across her face. She was beautiful.
Hana leaned deliberately forward, her chest swelling out beneath her. She smiled. For a moment, he could believe it was just for him.
"That might be enough," she said, laughing softly. Takeru glanced up at her, hardly aware of how much time had passed, or how many photos he had taken.
"I have a few other poses I'll need to put on there," Hana went on, holding his gaze. "There's one I've seen the other girls doing, the ones that get all the attention..."
She peeled the strap of her cami from her shoulder, and the phone slipped from Takeru's grip. It tumbled to the grass, and he snatched it back up, his mind floundering wildly.
"I forgot laundry," he blurted out, his voice strained.
"Huh?"
The excuse didn't make any sense, but he couldn't think clearly enough to come up with anything better.
He could see the hurt in Hana's eyes as she pulled her strap back up. The confident gleam in her eyes died away.
The word ripped from his throat without warning, "Laundry!" he shouted, lurching aside and sprinting ahead. He stumbled, narrowly avoiding a fall as he escaped down the hill.
"Wait! Meet me in the Community Center later!" she called after him.
He ran out of sight and picked up speed. His legs trembled, still weak from the morning jog, but he needed to be long gone before she caught up with him.
Takeru's gym shorts were straining against him, tenting hard. Slick pre-cum was dribbling out and wouldn't stop. A wet stain ran down the front of his shorts. It leaked down his thigh and he groaned.
His cock felt like it was never going to die down. He wouldn't be able to face anyone like this. It couldn't wait any longer. He needed it out of him now. It was fucking poison.
Takeru glanced around, his heart racing. The woods at the top of the hill were too thin to hide him. Hana could appear any second.
His mind flickered through the other options, every secluded corner he'd ever seen in town. The bamboo forest? Too open, too visible from the road. The waterfall? Everyone in the field would see him slipping inside. He was running out of time...
Then he remembered: the house. His aunt was going out with her friends! The house was empty. He could slip in and be out again before Hana could catch up. His legs ran faster, ignoring the sharp pain of his muscles. There wasn't time to waste.
Takeru left the path and circled around to the back, to slip in unseen. Near the window, something inside caught his eye, some sign of movement.
He glanced around the corner and saw no sign of Hana. Takeru lowered to the ground and crept forward, moving silently across the soft grass. It might have been his uncle. Or maybe his aunt still getting ready to leave.
Takeru moved closer and peered into the window. The fan was spinning lazily overhead, but he spotted no other sign of life. Breathing a little easier, he leaned forward, sticking his head inside the frame, reaching in to pull himself up. And his body recoiled, almost sending him tumbling backward
His aunt was in his room, on the ground on all fours, cleaning. He had almost leaped through the window fully erect.
She was wearing the same white dress from that morning, he noticed, all bunched up as she scrubbed. Her butt was in the air, swaying from the force of her arm. Takeru leaned in closer. It was just like that first night, when she was filling the tub.
Except... something was off.
It was the sounds she was making. The soft little grunts and panted breaths. And she wasn't moving from where she was, like there was a spot she couldn't quite get out. Takeru moved a half-step closer, inching his head inside the room once more.
Her face was buried in the ground, dragging back and forth against it. He couldn't see her arm, but he saw enough to know she wasn't scrubbing. Her foot tapped irregularly against the ground, her legs splayed apart. She pressed her head down lower, her wide ass rising in the air. He saw her toes splaying open and closed against the wood.
Aunt Yumiko was masturbating.
He didn't dare to breathe. He didn't think she would hear him, though. Not like this. She was in another world.
Takeru watched in silence, savoring the image. The raw sexual need. The barn animal lust that had her grunting and moaning on the floor. Her saw the blush on her neck, the beaded sweat. She squirmed against the ground, mindless in her need to cum.
And her face wasn't pressed to the floor, he noticed. His gym shorts and dirty shirt had been tossed aside, but his boxers were still there. Her face was pressed against them, her tongue lapping the soiled cotton. She sniffed headily and her arm pumped faster, another moan spilling out of her.
Aunt Yumiko was masturbating to him.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"rural",
"masturbation"
] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 03
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-03
| 4.31 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 5
We spent the whole afternoon drinking, smoking, cutting lines on the table, and making love without restraint. A feverish ballet of bodies, glasses, and suspended silences. Everything blurred together: alcohol, drugs, sex, confessions.
We talked a lot, too. Strangely. He wanted to know everything about me, and I gave him everything. No filter. No calculation. I opened up like I never had with anyone. I told him about my marriage, the love that had faded quietly, the frozen routine, the man beside me who no longer looked at me--and whom I hadn't looked at in a long time.
I told him about my downward spiral, my loneliness, my digital habits, the chatrooms where I got lost just to feel like I existed. About my alcoholism. About the fact that Jeremy didn't even know I smoked. I hid nothing. I was naked before him--beyond the body.
Before he left, I wrapped my arms around his neck. My forehead resting against his chest, still damp.
"Will you come back tomorrow, baby? I'm free all day."
"What time does he leave for work?"
"Eight-thirty. He'll be gone."
"I'll be here at nine."
"Will you bring more coke? I love it... And it lets me drink even more."
He smiled, then pulled the little white bag from his pocket.
"Keep the rest for tonight. I'll bring more tomorrow. I've got a good source."
"Thank you... you have no idea how much it'll help me tonight."
"Tomorrow, I'll bring you something else, too."
"What?"
"Meth. You'll see. You'll love it."
"Are you sure...?"
"I know what's good for you, baby."
I should've felt a chill of worry. I should've told myself to stop. But I didn't. I was excited. Eager to see him again. Eager to fall again.
He left around 7 p.m. I had barely an hour to erase all traces of this infernal day before Jeremy came home. Just before walking out, Alex paused at the door. He looked at me, intensely.
"I don't want you sleeping with him anymore. You're mine now. I'll text you tonight."
And then he was gone.
I was already craving him. His gaze. His orders. His smell.
I poured myself another drink. Lit a cigarette. Took two more lines. I opened the windows, aired out the apartment, cleaned the glasses, changed the sheets. Jeremy couldn't suspect a thing. But I was used to it. It had become second nature--erasing the proof, the smells, the excesses.
Right before the lock clicked, I took two more lines--just to brace myself.
Jeremy came in, grumpy, annoyed, tired.
"Shitty day," he muttered.
I thought: If you only knew...
I still had butterflies in my stomach. From the drugs, the sex, the high. I was buzzing. Unable to contain myself. Usually, I was the quiet, sad shadow in the corner of the living room. But that night, I was restless, too lively. He must've felt something. He frowned, but said nothing. Not yet.
I drank in secret. Drew more lines in the bathroom. And I was texting with Alex.
He ordered me to think about him. To have a drink. To find an excuse to get high again. And of course, I obeyed. Willingly. Happy to please. Happy, simply.
By the end of the day, I'd emptied a bottle and a half of vodka. I'd never done that before. But I didn't care. It was the least of my concerns. I was in love. Lost. Found. Already his.
Chapter 6
The next morning, I woke up before dawn, heart pounding, head on fire, nerves raw. I had barely slept. The coke, probably. But mostly, the anticipation. Nine o'clock. I needed it to be nine. Alex. My Alex. My whole body was already waiting for him.
I was up long before Jeremy. I drank my coffee alone in the still-silent kitchen, discreetly savoring a few puffs from my vape -- my secret morning ritual. The bittersweet taste of nicotine calmed me, centered me. I was jittery, but clear. Ready.
Once the first coffee was down, I poured another, but this time, a few drops of vodka slipped into the cup. Just enough to tint the bottom. Warmth rose to my face instantly. I smiled. Then, silently, I headed to the laundry room, where I had hidden the rest of the white powder. Two, three lines. My body lit up like a string of lights. Every cell buzzed. I felt invincible.
Another quick drink. Then a scorching shower. The water lashed my thighs like it was trying to wake a skin already awake. Jeremy was having breakfast. He looked at me in silence, surprised to see me so cheerful, so alert. Usually, I was grey, shut down. That morning, I was radiant, electric. He didn't say anything, but his eyes lingered on me longer than usual.
Me, I just wanted one thing: for him to get the hell out.
I sent a message to Alex:
"Waiting for him to leave. I can't wait to see you, baby. I swear I'll be submissive and naughty all day ❤️."
His reply came instantly:
"Good girl."
When Jeremy finally left the house, I downed a large glass of vodka in one go. I lined up four hits. Lit a cigarette. Then I undressed slowly, ceremoniously, and positioned myself on the bed -- open, impatient. I picked up my phone.
"The door is open. I'm waiting for you."
And for the first time in months -- maybe years -- I didn't feel like opening my laptop. I was in the real. My real.
He arrived. He pushed the door open and found me just as I wanted: naked, ready. He didn't even say hello. He threw himself at me, took me with that animal urgency I already loved too much. And there, between two moans, two thrusts, I felt the shift. It wasn't just sex anymore. It was something else. A merging. A belonging. I wasn't alone anymore. I was his.
When our bodies finally let go, he turned to me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
-- Easy now, princess. I have a surprise for you. I promised.
He grabbed his satchel, pulled out a small pipe and some translucent crystals.
-- Meth, baby. Even better. You'll see.
I didn't protest. Not now. I didn't even need to understand anymore. He placed a shard into the pipe, heated it slowly, carefully rotating the flame. Thick smoke began to form inside.
-- Now inhale.
I put the pipe to my lips. I drew in. The smoke burned my throat, filled my lungs, and then I exhaled slowly, eyes closed.
First, tingling. Everywhere. Then suddenly, my chest, my sex, my whole being began to throb. A dense, massive wave of euphoria surged through me. I turned to him, mouth parted.
-- Fuck... fuck... Alex...
That's when I knew. Knew that this thing -- this magic smoke -- was going to take up all the space. That it would become my center. My fire. My ruin.
I took another hit. It was even stronger. A violent ecstasy, almost painful. I started touching myself, outside of myself, possessed. My body was screaming with pleasure, unfiltered, unrestrained.
Alex grabbed me. Fucked me hard. I was no longer me. I was something else. Unleashed. Dissolved. I soared into an orgasm so vast, so brutal I didn't recognize my own screams. I hadn't known a body could go that high.
|
[
"dominant",
"drugs",
"alcohol",
"corruption",
"prostitution",
"adultery"
] |
Sergeant Marcus Kennedy (01)
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/sergeant-marcus-kennedy-01
| 4.08 | null |
Gay Male
|
"You're late, Lopez," barked a gruff voice from across the room.
Officer Manuel Lopez swallowed hard, his heart racing as he stepped into the stark office, the smell of aged leather, cigar smoke and stale coffee lingering in the air. The office was as spacious as a library, with bookshelves lining one wall and a large oak desk that looked as if it had seen more battles than the officers outside. Behind the desk, a man with a stern gaze sat comfortably in his chair. He had a head of silver hair and a jaw that looked like it had been chiseled from granite. His name was etched into a nameplate on the desk: Lieutenant Patrick T O'Brien.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," stuttered Lopez, his dark eyes flickering with anxiety as he tried to compose himself. "I had a... situation, you know, with the traffic."
Lieutenant O'Brien's expression remained unchanged, his eyes boring into Lopez like twin drills. "Save the excuses for traffic court," he said, his voice low and even. "You're not here for traffic violations. You're here because of your little secret. And secrets, Lopez, have a way of becoming very expensive."
A knock is heard at the door.
"Enter," said Lieutenant O'Brien without looking away from Lopez.
The door creaked open and in stepped Sergeant Marcus Kennedy, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. He was a man who had seen the darker side of the city. His hazel eyes had witnessed things that would make most people's stomachs turn. His skin was a rich, dark chocolate that spoke of his African American roots. His eyes, however, we're clearly from his Irish father.
Despite his 25 years of service, his movements remained sharp and precise, and his uniform looked like it had been ironed that very morning. He saluted Lieutenant O'Brien, his hand shooting up to his forehead with the speed of a striking cobra. Officer Lopez followed suit and also snap to attention.
"Reporting as ordered, Sir."
Lieutenant O'Brien smiled at the formality of his entrance. "AT EASE, sergeant and you too officer", he said with a somewhat dismissive wave of his hand. Both men relaxed a little but remained standing. "I'm not sure how much you know of each other. You, however, share something in common. You both have secrets that could destroy your careers and lives." The lieutenant brought his hands together his fingertips touching as he considered what next to say.
"Officer Manuel Lopez," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, "wasn't always the shiny new recruit you see before you. No, he had a... past life, shall we say, in the business of managing 'female companions'." He paused, watching the sergeant's reaction closely. Kennedy's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained stoic. "Three of them, to be precise. And when I say managed, I mean in a rather... hands-on manner."
Kennedy's eyes never left Lopez's face as the young officer's cheeks flushed with shame. The room grew quiet, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall, marking the seconds that felt like hours. The sergeant's jaw tightened as he processed the information. He had his own skeletons, but this was a different kind of dirty laundry. He looked at Lopez, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, he saw the fear in the young man's eyes, a fear that mirrored his own when he was first approached about his debts.
"You see," continued O'Brien, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers, "we can't have officers with... unsavory histories. But Lopez here is special. He's a damn good cop. So, instead of throwing him to the wolves, I thought we could find a way to keep him on the force. A way to ensure his... loyalty." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "And that's where you come in, Kennedy. You're going to help me show Lopez what it truly means to serve and protect."
The air grew thick with tension as the implications of O'Brien's words sank in. Lopez knew what was coming, his stomach churning as he remembered the degrading ritual that had become his new reality. He had agreed to serve lieutenant O'Brien for 5 years. It was a bargain with the devil. He would have served 15 or 20 for his crimes if he had been arrested.Apparently, his punishment was again to be served today.
"Lopez," the lieutenants's voice was firm, "you're going to tell us everything. Sergeant Kennedy needs to know who you were, what you did, and why you lied on your application. Sergeant Kennedy needs to understand the full extent of this mess."
Lopez took a deep breath, he straightened his back, his eyes staring blankly forward. He knew he had no choice but to confess, to lay bare his sins before these men who had the power to either save him or crush him. And as he began to speak, the words spilling out like a confession in a dimly lit church, the sergeant listened, his expression unreadable.
"When I was younger," Lopez's voice was soft, almost a whisper, "I had some... problems with the law. Nothing too serious, just some juvenile stuff. I wanted to get out, make something of myself, so I started managing these girls. I figured if I couldn't beat the system, I'd play it. I didn't hurt anyone, I swear. But then... I realized it wasn't for me. I saw how much good the cops could do, and I wanted to be one of them."
Kennedy's gaze softened slightly. He knew what it was like to be desperate, to make choices that haunted you. But he also knew the price of those choices.
"And the lie? Tell Sergeant Kennedy about your lies, officer Lopez."
"I was scared," Lopez admitted. "I didn't think they'd let me in to the police academy if they knew. I just wanted a chance to change, to do something right with my life."
The sergeant nodded, his face a mask of understanding. "We all make mistakes," this sergean said, his voice filled with the weight of his own experiences. "But we can't let them define us. Maybe, just maybe, we can turn this into something... useful.""
"Exactly, sergeant. Just as in your situation. There is always hope; always a solution. I called officer Lopez here so that he could be a living demonstration for you. I know you still have concerns about what I'm asking you to do. I hope this will help demonstrate how helpful I can be." He signal to officer Lopez to stand away from the desk where he could clearly be seen. He snapped into his fingers and Lopez immediately responds.
Lopez took a deep breath and started to undress. His shirt, a crisp blue uniform top, was the first to come off, revealing a torso that was taut and muscular, a testament to his dedication to fitness.
"STOP!? What's he doing? What type of sick game is this?" Sergeant Kennedy spoke with excitement and anxiety not knowing exactly what was happening. He felt like he was on some sick hidden camera show.
"AT EASE, Sergeant. This is just part of the demonstration I just mentioned." He signal to officer Lopez to continue.
Officer Lopez slides his muscle shirt up to his shoulders. His biceps flexed as the fabric stretched over his head, and his abs rippled like a riverbed in the desert sun. The sergeant's eyes we're wide with shock; he roamed over Lopez's body, noticing the way his muscles played beneath his skin. The young man's shoulders were broad, tapering down to a narrow waist, and his chest was hairless and smooth. Starting at his navel, a treasure trail of hair let down towards his crotch.
Lopez's movements were seductive and sexually charged, but they only made Sergeant Kennedy sick as he realized the officer was being controlled. Officer Lopez was not a willing participant. His eyes were blank and void of emotion as he swayed his body in sensual ways. Sergeant Kennedy turned his head away refusing to watch.
"Sergeant Kennedy, this performance is for your benefit. You're not going to disrespect Lopez by not watching it closely. Is that correct sergeant?" There was a menacing threat in that question.
Sergeant Kennedy returned his gaze to officer Lopez as Lopez was removing his utility belt and starting to slide his zipper open. "Sir, yes sir!", Sergeant Kennedy almost shouted. Swallowing hard. He kept staring. Lopez kicked off his shoes and socks.
Lopez's pants next hit the floor, revealing pale blue and yellow striped boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and outlined his substantial package. He stepped out of his pants, and now only a thin layer of fabric separated his nakedness from the cold stare of the sergeant and the calculating lustful gaze of the lieutenant.
"I've worked for hours with him, sergeant Kennedy. Helping him to learn exactly how to sway his hips, how to slide his hands along his body, and how to stare directly into another man's eyes so as to entice him. I think he's become very skilled. What is your opinion, sergeant?" The question hung in the air demanding a response.
Sergeant Kennedy turned away from the dance and spoke exactly what he knew the sergeant wanted to hear, "He is very skilled Sir." The words stuck in his throat. He felt himself gag as he said them.
The lieutenant laughed. "Yes, sergeant. He is 'very skilled', but I don't believe you are appreciating exactly how skilled. This demonstration is for your benefit so that you will know firsthand exactly what is required of you." A despicable grin developed on the lieutenant's lips.
"Officer Lopez, demonstrate for sergeant Kennedy exactly what you have learned." Lopez dance over to the sergeant and began stroking the big man's chest. He felt Sergeant gasp for air as his fingers touched his shirt. The sergeant did not move except to quiver under his touch.
"You don't mind that officer Lopez is touching you -- isn't that right, sergeant?" Again, it was not a question but a command that demanded a response. "I don't want you to move an inch, sergeant. Officer Lopez will do all the work. Ask officer Lopez to please give you a good demonstration."
Sergeant Kennedy feels the blood rushing to his face as the humiliation continued. He knew he could walk out of this nightmare. He could take Lopez with him. He was not restrained in any way except by his duty to protect his family. He did not know whether even the slightest objection would jeopardize the hundreds of thousands of dollars that were being promised. He cannot take the chance. He said through gritted teeth, "show me your skills ... Please, Officer Lopez." Last last words were spoken as if venom needed to be expelled from his mouth.
With that encouragement, as he had been trained to do, officer Lopez licked the sergeant under his his chin and down along his throat. The Sergeant's Adam's apple bounced with the touch of the man's tongue against it. The Sergeant prayed for the situation to end.
Lopez then slowly began unbuttoning the Sergeant's shirt. He kissed each inch of newly exposed skin as he worked his way down the Sergeant's chest and abs. When he reached the beltline, he slid his hands under the sergeant skin tight muscle shirt. He rubbed the contours of the Sergeant's firm body as his hand slid the white material up and over the Sergeant's head.
Officer Lopez did not move. His shirts were allowed to bind the sergeant's biceps. The necktie still hung from his neck. Officer Lopez continued to grind his body against the sergeant's. He began directing his attention to the Sergeant's left nipple.
Officer Lopez licked the nipple. The sergeants body was salty with the sergeant's sweat. The nipple where his name badge and shield had formerly proudly been displayed were now replaced with saliva on his hairy tit. They were hard not from pride but stimulation.. Officer Lopez moved his tongue expertly. He used circular motions up and over the Sergeant's tit. The Sergeant's breath became heavy as he responded to the officers lured tongue. It felt wonderful even though it disgusted him at the same time.
Sergeant turned his thoughts to his wife. Her satin tongue sliding along his body. It felt so much the same. It felt so good, but then the thought crashed into his mind like a freight train. These sensations were being produced by a Lopez. This man who should have demanded respect but instead was whoring himself out for the pleasure of lieutenant O'Brien. The thought caused bile to rise in his throat.
"That's enough kissing, officer Lopez. We only want to give this sergeant a taste of what he will experience on stage. Officer Lopez has learned his skills well. What did you particularly enjoy, sergeant?" Officer Lopez stepped away from the sergeant. Sergeant Kennedy tried to compose himself relieved that he was no longer being tormented.
" None of it, sir". The sergeant responded with contempt and discuss.
" Come now sergeant surely something was pleasurable. I trained up Officer Lopez myself and I know how lovely his tongue can feel. He has learned exactly how to use his mouth exquisitely."
Sergeant Kennedy turned his eyes upon the lieutenant and gave him a glare that rivaled the heat of the Sun. He spoke not a word.
"This demonstration is not going at all as well as I'd hoped. Perhaps officer Lopez just needs to continue." At the flick of lieutenant's hand, Lopez thank the floor and started to massage the Sergeant's crotch.
Officer Lopez continued to rub his hand along the Sergeant's body as they talked. He played with the Sergeant's belly button. He allowed his fingers to play along The ridges of his abs. He did everything he had been trained to do. Lieutenant turned his eyes away from sergeant Kennedy. He began shuffling some papers on his desk.
"I suppose that is possible. Unbelievable, and disappointing, but I suppose it is possible." Lieutenant returned his attention to Sergeant Kennedy. "I suppose we should make sure you are clear what this performance involves. Officer Lopez remove sergeant Kennedy's pants."
A wave of horror crashed over Sergeant Kennedy. Officer Lopez started to unzip him. The sergeant immediately grabbed the officer's hands. "Sergeant!", we heard the harsh word echo through the office. "You are not to be moving. You are AT EASE! Let go of officer Lopez's wrist and stand as you've been trained to do". The lieutenant pause for a moment and regain his composure. "Of course if you want to renege on our deal, you can leave now."
Sergeant Kennedy responded loudly, "no, sir! I was just startled. I want you and officer Lopez to continue. I need to pay off this debt." The immense gravity of the situation became clear to him as he spoke the words. He released the officers wrist and grab tightly his own behind his back. He stared straight ahead and resolved not to move.
He heard his gun belt fall to the floor. He felt his belt being unbuckled. Hr felt his pants being unbuttoned and his zipper being lowered. He felt his pants dropped to his knees. And then he felt his genitals being exposed in a way that he had never imagined could happen.
He felt officer Lopez licked the tip of his dick. It sent shock waves through his body. The shame, the humiliation mixed with the adrenaline surging through his body giving him a hard-on like he had not experienced in years. Lopez lick the length of his shaft causing shivers throughout his body. As he felt Lopez's lips and circling his member, he moaned audibly. He wanted it to stop but his body ached for the climax. Sergeant Kennedy began rocking his hips driving his dick further into officer Lopez's mout"
"STOP! That's enough! I want sergeant Kennedy to be in prime shape for his performance." Lopez medley stood up and wiped the pre-c** from his lips. Sergeant Kennedy was stunned by the turn of events. His dick was throbbing with the need to shoot.
Officer Lopez went back to his previous position in the room and began stroking himself again. "Officer Lopez, please, continue your demonstration for this sergeant." Sergeant Lopez reproducing his shirts, and put his still hard dick back into his pants.
With trembling hands, Lopez hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his blue and yellow striped boxer briefs and began to pull it down. His cock sprang free, hard and erect from the combination of fear and the thrill of humiliation. He stroked it once, twice, the action almost mechanical, as if he were performing a duty he'd done a thousand times before. Sergeant Kennedy wondered to himself how close his estimate might be.
"Very good, officer Lopez. He has agreed to do this for me for the next 5 years as penitence for his crimes against those women. It used to embarrass him but I think he almost enjoys it now."
"Do you enjoy performing like this, officer Lopez?" The lieutenant smiles lasciviously at him.
Officer Lopez's face remained a mask of obedience, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and resentment. "Yes, sir," he replied in a monotone voice, his hand still moving up and down his shaft.
"You can stroke him if you like, Sergeant Kennedy. He is trained to accept any sort of touch that I direct him to accept. I want you to stroke him." He stared at Sergeant Kennedy with a look that left no doubt that that was an order and not just a simple request.
Sergeant Kennedy's stomach churned, his mind racing with the implications of what he was being asked to do. He had seen and done a lot of things in his 25 years on the force, but nothing had ever made him feel quite as dirty as this. With a hand that felt like it was made of lead, he reached out and took hold of Lopez's erect member, his skin hot and firm under his touch.
Lopez closed his eyes and leaned in slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps. It was clear that he was used to this, that he had been degraded in this way before, and that knowledge only made Kennedy feel more sickened. He stroked the young officer's cock with a gentle firmness that belied his revulsion, his eyes never leaving Lopez's face.
Lopez's movements grew more urgent as Kennedy touched him, his hips starting to thrust slightly with each stroke. It was a dance of power and submission that played out in the silent room, a dance that had been performed far too many times. The sergeant felt his own arousal building again despite himself, his dick still remembering the touch of Lopez's lips, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was being asked to do.
"F-faster, SIR." Lopez breathed, his voice barely audible. "Harder. SIR!"
Kennedy's hand moved faster, his grip tightening around the young officer's cock as he watched the emotions play out on Lopez's face. It was a mask of pleasure and pain, of desire and humiliation, and it was a sight that made Marcus feel like he was drowning in a sea of moral ambiguity. Lopez's hips began to grind more rapidly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sergeant could feel the tension building, the heat emanating from the young man's body as he approached climax.
With a strangled cry, Lopez's body tensed, and then he was coming, his hot seed spurting out in a thick, white arc that landed with a wet splatter on the cold linoleum floor. The room was filled with the scent of sex and desperation, a scent that seemed to cling to the very air around them. The sound of his orgasm echoed off the walls, a testament to his submission and O'Brien's twisted power play.
Kennedy loosened his grip on the officer's cock. He watched Lopez tremble from the release. He wondered what would happen next. "Clean that up," ordered the lieutenant as he pointed towards the sperm covered floor, his voice cold and detached. "And be quick about it."
With a sense of degradation that seemed to seep into his very soul, Sergeant Kennedy watched as Lopez dropped to his knees. The officer's face contorted in a mix of humiliation and anger. He leaned over and licked up his own semen from the floor, his tongue feeling the roughness of the linoleum underneath. Each swipe of his tongue brought with it a taste of the grime embedded in the floor and a new wave of self-loathing, a stark reminder of his punishment.
Once he had finished, Lopez quickly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and began to dress, his movements jerky and mechanical. His eyes never left the floor, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Kennedy couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for the young man. Despite the situation, he knew that Lopez had once had dreams of making a difference in the world, dreams that had been twisted and perverted by the very system he had sought to serve.
Sergeant Kennedy abuses Officer Lopez
As officer Lopez finished dressing, he smoothed his uniform to its original crisp state. No one but three men who had been present would ever suspect anything but a routine meeting had occurred. Lieutenant O'Brien barked, "You are DISMISSED!"
The officer said loudly as he had done on many other occasions, "Sir, yes, Sir! A pleasure to be of service! Sir!" and with precision officer Lopez left the office.
|
[
"police",
"cops",
"humiliation",
"subjugation",
"dominance",
"submissiveness",
"coercion",
"blackmail"
] |
18 Yo Sissy Alone With Grandpa
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/18-yo-sissy-alone-with-grandpa
| 4.43 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
*This is the continuation of a sissy boi with his grandparents*
It had been a few weeks since I had seen what grandma and grandpa do during their alone time. It had been a few weeks since I had seen grandpas big cock. There had been a lot of winks from grandpa and hints about sissies and what they should aspire to be more like. Grandma, still blissfully unaware, carried on like nothing had happened. Many nights, Jason could hear grunts and pants coming from the living room or bedroom at nights. But I did not come out to watch. He would stroke his little cock wishing it was him making the grunting and panting noises. Imagining himself imitating all the women in the nude magazines his grandpa used to show him, growing up.
It was a Wednesday night when grandma talked about a sudden trip to a lifelong friend of hers. In the daily life of grandma and grandpa, this was not out of the ordinary. She explained all the details, that tickets were already purchased, that she will be leaving tomorrow night, and that she would be gone for a week. Grandpa was smiling and encouraging her. She went into the bedroom and started to pack her clothes. While I sat with grandpa in the living room. He told me he has a surprise for me tomorrow night. Then he informed me that I would be taking grandmas place in bed while she was gone. I nodded in agreement and smiled at grandpa. i couldn't keep my eyes from drifting towards his groin. I could see it had stiffened in his pants.
"That's right. You'll get to see it up close tomorrow night." grandpa said
We took grandma to her flight Thursday night. Grandpa still had a business to run. But just like grandpa said, when we got back home from the airport that night. I slept in the spot normally occupied by grandma. That entire night Grandpa spooned and caressed me. I really began to enjoy the attention. Grandpas big hand softly and slowly rubbing me. I fell asleep to this. When the alarm went off, I woke up, fully embraced and tucked into grandpa. I could feel something just between my legs. Long, hard and very warm. Grandpa opened his eyes still holding me tight.
"I have a short day today" grandpa was saying as he began to rock his hips back and forth. Rubbing his hard cock between my butt cheeks. "We have some things that need to be done in the yard so we can have all weekend to play and explore what it means to be a sissyboi."
By this time grandpa was rubbing his cock faster and harder. Then he just stopped, got out of bed, and began getting ready for work. Before leaving he asked me to cut the grass, so they would have less to do when he got home. However, once grandpa was out the door. I quickly stroked myself to an orgasm thinking about where grandpa had his cock. I caught it all in my hand, something I had started to do during my masturbation sessions, then I licked my hands clean of all the cum. Sucking on each finger to ensure I had gotten every drop. Eating my own cum had made clean up afterwards, very easy. Once finished, I set out on the task of cutting the grass. Not only did I cut the grass, I trimmed the entire yard, gathered everything up in the burn pile, and did a few extra things that I could see needed to be done. Time was flying by and nearly all of the yard work was completed. Before I knew it, grandpa could be spotted coming down the road.
Grandpa drove down the drive way and parked his van in its normal spot. Exited the vehicle. Smiling and waving at me, as he always did. I came to him and told him all the things I had gotten done that day. Very excited. Grandpa wrapped one arm around me, picked me up, and held me so close our faces were only a couple inches apart. instinctively, I wrapped my legs around him.
"You've earned yourself an extra special reward for tonight" as he was saying this I could feel myself sliding down his waist. as if programmed I stopped once I could feel the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock nestled just beneath my own little balls. Then grandpa came in for a hard and rough kiss. Without thinking I just allowed it to happen and began to reciprocate the intensity. When grandpa released his lock on my lips. I could feel my heart pounding as I was panting from the sexual stimulation.
"We can save the rest for later, you hungry sissy. Come help me with a few things. I spent a few hours cleaning up around the house. When it started to get dark grandpa suggested we go inside and have something to eat, perhaps lay down in bed and watch some movies. I had no idea what was in store for me that night.
Grandpa cooked a small dinner for me. Suggesting how important it is to save room for desert. We ate while talking about the day. After I had finished my plate, grandpa then asked me the question that I was waiting for. "So, have you been thinking about my cock all day, sissy boi?"
I looked directly at his grandpas crotch again.
"I thought so. Would you like to see it again, sissy?" Cal asked, starting to rub his crotch through his pants.
"Yes, grandpa, I would like to see it again." I said in an almost girly voice.
Grandpa stood up from his chair and walked over to me. He leaned in to my ear and said very commandingly. "If sissy boi wants to see it again, he has to clean himself all over. But don't worry grandpa will help."
He put his hands around my waist. Helping me stand up from the dinner table. Without a thought, I let grandpa guide me through the living room and down the hallway. We went all the way to the master bedroom. There grandpa set me down on the bed.
"Before we can shower we have to lay out some clothes for you to wear." grandpa said while rummaging through grandmas underwear drawer.
After looking through the drawer for a few seconds. Grandpa finally settled on a pair of light pink panties with lace designs on them. They were very cute. At the time, I didn't notice that the back of the panties opened up to allow easy access to the asshole. He set them on the bed and went into a different drawer. This drawer was filled to the brim with stockings, pantyhose, and garter belts. Selecting a pair of black thigh high stocking with the seam running up the length of them. Then a black garter belt to ensure they stayed up my legs. Once those were selected, grandpa went into the walk-in closet. He didn't take long. When he came out he was holding a big box and a tight, light pink t-shirt. Cal set the box on the bed without a mention, then held out the t-shirt so the words 'Sissy Slut' in hot pink letters could be plainly read. "I got this shirt for you. I want you to wear it tonight for bed." he said while carefully laying everything out neatly on the bed.
Then grandpa extended his hand to me. I took his hand and was gently lifted up off the bed. Grandpa led me towards the bathroom, where he helped me remove all of my clothes. First my pants. Grandpa stared at my legs and said "You have very feminine legs. so smooth, it looks like we wont have to shave your legs. do you have hair anywhere, sissy?"
"No, I don't." I said in the same girlish voice.
Grandpa smiled and continued by removing my shirt. Staring at my near naked body with approving nods. Grandpa then walked behind me and began removing my underwear. As he removed my underwear, grandpa lowered himself level with his my ass. For a minute, I just stood there. Nervously naked in front of my grandfather. Then I felt his hands begin to caress my legs. They kept rising up my calves, then to my thighs. My breathing was quickening at this point. A sort of electric feeling began to cause my breathe to skip and stutter. Then grandpa ran his hands across my ass. "Its smooth just like a sissies pussy should be" grandpa said soft and seductively. I could feel him pushing my legs apart. Compliance is all I had in me. Grandpa begin tracing my asshole with a finger. Then he began to poke at my hole. Reflexively, I began bending further over at the waist. Then I felt grandpa's hand cup my soft, hairless balls. I moaned out loud at the barrage against my senses. He released my balls and put his hand around my cock. While still poking his finger in and out, deeper and deeper. He started to stroke my cocklette.
"Oh my god, it feels so good." I said in one breathe " I want more" I said in another.
Grandpa pulled his finger from my pussy. Focusing more on stroking my cocklette. I could feel a building urge coming from my balls. "After tonight, you will never be able to refer to this as a cock or penis or dick. After tonight, when we are alone, it is a clitty. Because sissies don't have cocks, they have clitties." speaking while stroking my clitty, he let it go when he was ready to put me in the shower.
"Look at your clitty, it's leaking." Grandpa said.
I look down and could see a string of clear fluid attached to the hole on my clitty.
"It's time to clean up this sissy pussy." He shoved his finger in my pussy one last time. But he added extra force and depth to it. My head shot up and backwards "Now get in the shower. We are gonna clean you inside and out." Cal said softly ushering me into the shower.
Once in the shower Cal brought a hose with a nozzle at the end. The nozzle was in the shape of the head of a cock. Grandpa attached one end to an extra spout on the shower wall. I always wondered what that was for. Grandpa told me he uses this for grandma's asshole. to clean her up before a huge anal pounding. Cal then bent me over and told me to try to relax and not to panic. Just then I could feel the head of the nozzle enter into my anus. I moaned and tried to adjust. But grandpa turned the warm water on and filled my rectum. I could feel my insides swell up. After a few seconds, he removed the nozzle. Telling me to hold it in as tight as I could. Then he let me empty my bowels over the toilet.
Grandpa was very experienced at giving enemas. He did it gently and with words of encouragement. "You are doing great. Once your asshole is clean, I am going to turn this into your pussy. I just know you are going to love it and beg for more"
Cal instructed me on the entire process so I could do this on my own later. Its very important that a sissy keep her pussy clean, especially if she going to get fucked. repeating the process of filling my rectum up and evacuating my bowels in the toilet. It started off dirty, but before long it turned clear. Throughout the entire process, I always had a steady stream of precum dribbling out of my cocklette. "I see a sissy who is enjoying this." grandpa said as he wiped the fluid off the head of my clitty and put it to my mouth.
Without any instruction or a thought, I opened my mouth and took his fingers in. I licked and sucked his fingers clean. After a few flushes, when I repositioned myself, I could feel grandpa playing with my pussy. he easily slid one finger in, then went for two. I could feel the change in pressure when two fingers went in and he went for a third. I started pushing back this time.
"I think we are finished with this, lets get the rest of you clean." he said putting away the enema nozzle and hose.
Grandpa joined me in the shower. He began to turn and twist me. Scrubbing everywhere. From head to toe. Looking for any unwanted hair. But I was hairless from my face, down to my toes. Every now and then, grandpa would put his face just an inch from mine. I started looking at grandpa's cock. I was watching it grow longer and thicker. Almost intentionally grandpa would turn me in a way so that his cock would rest between my ass checks. Wrapping his arms around me like I was a woman.
Once grandpa was sure that I was clean. He had me scrub his entire body.
I was only allowed to clean him. Our fun would come after. Once finished he instructed me to step out of the shower and that he would dry me off. I could feel that the ring around my anus was stretched open from the enema. Grandpa took a white fluffy towel and began to pat me dry. I was told to move this way and that. Then he told me to spread my leg and bend over. Grandpa started to dry my pussy. Patting it gently. Once dried, I could feel him squeezing both my checks. He began to lightly rub his finger tips up and down my thighs. Back to my ass. Then I felt him pull my cheeks away from each other. I could feel the air hitting my exposed asshole. And I liked it. That's when grandpa buried his face into my ass and began licking and probing my ass pussy. Tracing his tongue around the ring. It felt so good. Then I could feel the tongue force itself inside my pussy. Gasping with surprise from the sensations ive never felt, I yelled "Oh god. That feels so good"
Then the tongue fucking stopped. "Don't worry my beautiful sissy. With what I have planned for us tonight. Its going to feel even better."
Grandpa was completely naked. I was staring intently at his hard cock. He was correct, I have no reason to call my clitty a cock. Out of nowhere, grandpa took my hand and wrapped it around his cock. There was no shock in my actions. This is what I wanted. I lightly squeezed my hand, testing the thickness of it. It felt like holding soft, squishy wood.
"Come with me sissy" he said then he grandpa started walking.
I don't know why, but I never let go of his cock. I held on following him into the bedroom. He shuffled me around and sat me on the bed. I still had my hand around his cock. It felt safe. As long as I was holding this 10 inch cock in my hand, no harm will come to me. Only pleasure.
"It's time to get dressed sweet heart" he said to me.
I let go of his cock. Grandpa reached over and grabbed the stockings. he rolled one up, then lifted my left leg. He unrolled the stocking up my leg. Then the right leg. Once they were both on, he caressed my legs with his fingers. The sensation mixed with the fabric of the stockings was magnificent. Then he took the garter belt and placed it around my waist. He then commanded me to stand. Once up, he began to fasten the stockings to the garter belt. He had me spin around a few times, observing my legs in the stocking. Next he took the panties. One foot after the other he had me step into them. He brought them to rest around my hips and that's when I realized these panties had no back. My sissy pussy was completely exposed. Last he had me raise my arms over my head and he slip the light pink shirt over me. Once he was done, grandpa took a step back to see.
"Go into the closet and look at yourself in the mirror" he said with an approving tone.
I walked into the closet. The feel of the stockings on my legs, how the panties cradled my clitty. It was liberating. I turned to look at the mirror and the reflection looking back at me. I was speechless. I was entranced. I was in love. I looked like a typical slut, but I felt sexier than I could have ever imagined. I began to caress myself. I put a finger on my pussy. Feeling the lips around my asshole. I could tell my ring had been loosened. I wondered if it looked like grandma's. I played with my clitty through the panties. The feel of the fabric against my clitty was exquisite. I don't know how much time had passed but I heard grandpa say "Don't get lost in there sissy. We still have all night" snapping me back to where I was. Cause I was, in fact, lost.
When I walked out grandpa had opened the box. He was taking the contents out, one by one. On the bed he already had several realistic dildos of varying sizes. One in particular stood out. It was black with veins tracing the length of the shaft. It must've been over a foot long and thicker than my skinny sissy wrist. He pulled out a pair shackles, a leash, and a collar. Then came a pair of hot pink heels. They were strap heels, with a 4 inch spike. Each heel had one large band that could wrap around the ankle and fasten together, to secure the heel to the foot. He took both heels and brought them to my feet. He lifted the first leg and placed it on my foot. He let me put my foot down and started lifting the other leg. I had never worn heels before so my balance was not good. I put my hands on my grandpas back to support my self as he put the other heel on me. When he finished, I still had to continue to support my balance on him. He wrapped the strap around my ankle and fastened them. I was starting to get my balance in them when he reached back into the box and produced two little locks with keys. The straps had a buckle so that a lock could be put on to keep the heels on my feet until the locks were removed. I didn't care. I thought they were sexy.
Grandpa stood up and asked me to walk around the room. I did. I nearly fell over on the first few steps, but once I realized how to balance my self on them. I felt like a natural as I was starting to strut around. I could feel how they made my butt feel tighter
"I'm going to turn you into the sexiest sissy slut. Will you let grandpa turn you into a sissy slut?"
"Yes please turn me into a sexy sissy slut. I want to do what what grandma does for you" I replied in my best sissy voice.
Grandpa looked at me with a hungry smile "You are gonna do that and more" he said as he stood up.
I walked straight to him. He took me into his arms and we locked lips together. I was operating on pure animal instinct. He plunged his tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated. We made out like teenagers for dozens of minutes. His cock pressing hard against my panty clad clitty.
"Sit down on the bed sissy" grandpa said "we have much more to do. But first let me put on a video." he reached into the box and pulled out a DVD.
The DVD was a burned DVD. Not a store bought feature DVD. Grandpa placed the disk into the DVD player and pressed play. He walked to the bed side to retrieve the remote. After clicking through some menus, the video began playing. On the screen was a beautiful sissy whore. Dressed in all pink lingerie. She was well practiced at walking in heels. She walked into a room and the lights came on. It was a room full of naked men. The shortest cock in the room must've been eight inches in length. She turned and twirled. Striking poses that completely exposed her sissy pussy. That's when I noticed, the sissy in the video had something in her pussy. All I could see was that it was in the shape of a pink heart.
"mhmm!" grandpa coughed.
I turned to look at him and he was showing me what the heart was. "This is a butt plug. Sissies need to get used to the feeling of having their pussies filled. This is yours now. I want you to start using this often"
all I could say was "yes daddy." I don't know where the daddy part came from, but it felt right to say
He patted at the spot next to him. I came over and was beginning to sit down when he stopped. "No sissy. Bend over and put your hands on the bed."
"Yes daddy" again I said it. I don't know why.
As I was bending over, grandpa put the big bulb end of the buttplug at my mouth. I opened up and let him place it there. He then got up and walked behind me where he knelt. I could still see the video playing. Then I felt grandpas tongue licking my pussy again. There was no holding back this time. He was diving his tongue in and out of my pussy. He would spit on it, then push the spit into my anus. A couple minutes go by and as I'm looking between my legs I could see a wet spot forming in my panties. My clitty was leaking so hard. Then I felt a finger slide in. back and forth for a few minutes, then he added another finger. Once his two fingers could easily plunge in and out of my pussy. He took the plug out of my mouth. A string of saliva stretched from my mouth until it became to much and broke. He took the butt plug and traced the ring of my anus with it. Then I could feel it being pushed into to me. I braced myself. Then I felt the pop of it penetrating me and being sucked into position.
I moaned for minutes. I was starting to sound like grandma. "Oh fuck yes!"
Grandpa stood up behind me. He reached into the box again and pulled out a couple bottles and a few extra things. While still bent over grandpa put a hot pink collar around my neck. Then attached a leash to the collar. When he pulled it back, I stood up. He then attached some pink fluffy cuffs with heavy rings worked into the leather. The room was filled with hoots and hollers from the video.
"For the rest of the weekend. You will be leashed and collared. You will do what I say without question. You are now my sissy slut. I will dress you. You will wear those heels until I say otherwise. As long as you are in my presence, you will always have your pussy clean and plugged. Is that understood sissy?"
With the leash in his hand, I looked him straight in the eyes and said "I am your sissy slut, daddy. I will do what you say. I will wear what you want me to wear. I will always clean and plug my pussy." I wasn't even thinking anymore. I was just lost in the moment as I was repeating what grandpa had said.
Grandpa began leading me around the bedroom. He had me repeat over and over "I am a sissy slut. Sissy sluts need to get fucked."
I must've said it two dozen times, as I was paraded around the room.
"That's enough slut. Its time to taste grandpas dick" he sat down on the bed with his back on the pillows against the head board. "Crawl onto the bed sissy. Come over here and see a real cock"
I didn't hesitate. I crawled onto that bed. Feet still locked in heels. I crawled between his legs, right to his cock. I no longer needed instruction of what to do. I had the sissy in the video to emulate.
I laid next to his cock. Wrapped one hand around it, then the second. His dick was still longer than my both of my hands.
"Go on sissy. Taste the cock you will learn to worship. Lick it, suck it, let it fuck your mouth"
I did just that. I looked at the shaft. I kissed its head. I stroked him while sucking it. I was getting into a rhythm when I felt grandpa place his hand on the back of my head and start to gently push down. With my mouth wide open, I let him take control of me. He had me bobbing my head on his delicious dick. Every now and then, going deeper than the last time. I was making great progress. Sometimes he would go really deep and I would gag and cough. When I did he would tell me that I will get used it and eventually be able to take the full length down my throat. In the corner of my eye, I could see the sissy in the video take a cock, similar to my grandpas cock in size, all the way down her sissy throat. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to be in a room surrounded by multiple large, long, thick, hard cocks.
I accepted the challenge. I put my arms around him and pulled myself onto his cock. I was determined to take the full length. But I would reach a point and begin coughing and retching.
"You are going to be a beautiful sissyboi." he said to me. Trying to comfort me through all the gagging.
The scene in the video had ended. Grandpa lifted my head off his cock, "Don't worry slut, we have all weekend to practice. Now its my turn." he stood up on the bed and picked me up. He laid me back down on my back and positioned me so I could watch the next scene in the video.
As it began to play, grandpa spread my legs and nestled himself between them. On the video there was another sissy boy. This time he was shackled with his hands behind his back and he was in some kind of device that suspended him in such a way that her head was held up and she was bent over. Pressed between her lips was something that kept her from closer her mouth. Drool was oozing out through the opening. The camera panned in closer so you could see her tongue darting in and out as she tried to swallow her spit.
Then I felt grandpas hand pull my panties to one side. Exposing my little five inch clitty. I was hard as a rock and leaking like a faucet. Grandpa wrapped one hand around it and it nearly disappeared. He started stroking me. I was moaning like a whore. Then I see the screen again. The camera had repositioned itself behind the sissy. You could tell her sissy pussy had been fucked non-stop. It had a natural gape to it that only comes from being fucked by enormously large cocks, constantly. The camera began to pan down to the sissies clitty. Only it was encased in some kind of pink cage. Grandpa had to be timing his strokes with the video. When the clit cage filled the large screen he began stroking my clit faster. I started squirming.
Grandpa started to explain what was on the sissies clitty, "That's a chastity cage. Really good sissies get to wear those. I have one just like that, for you. Maybe we can see if it fits you?" then I felt him lick my clitty.
Grandpa handed me the pink chastity cage. I stared at it. passing it between my hands. moaning in ecstasy. Grandpa stopped licking my clitty. with one hand he continued to stroke me. Then the other hand disappeared. I could feel a finger poking and prodding at the buttplug in my pussy. Then he began to push and pull on it to the same beat as his stroking. I had dropped the cage to grab the sheets. Grandpa's strokes were causing a pressure to build that I knew would end with a cataclysmic orgasm.
I shouted in the most girly voice I could "I'm going to cum."
Grandpa let go of the buttplug in pussy. Then grabbed my legs and lifted them over me. I was staring at my clit. I was watching grandpa's hand as he began to milk me like a cow to orgasm.
"Cum you sissy. Cum all over that sissy face. Mark yourself with your own sissy semen. You love this. Cum in your mouth." grandpa said. he was supporting my body over my face. With my clitty as close to my face as it could get. I could almost lick it. Maybe with practice, I can suck it.
Just like a good sissy, I exploded onto my face. my mouth was open and much of it landed on my tongue. grandpa milked my clit until every drop had landed in my mouth or on my face. I came so hard, so much. I just laid there with my eyes closed, covered in my own cum. With the load that landed in my mouth waiting for directions on what to do next.
Grandpa laid my legs back onto the bed. I laid obediently. i could feel the bed shift as grandpa crawled around on the bed. I could sense the he was beside me now. I opened my eyes to see his face above me. Then he came in for a kiss. There was an intensity to it. He locked his lips onto mine. His tongue pushed aggressively at my own. I was lost in a post orgasm glow. I could feel grandpas hand slide up and down my crotch. He was handling my clit and sliding his fingers in-between my ass cheeks.
I know he was drooling into my mouth. It mingled with the cum and completely filled my mouth. Once he knew my mouth was full, he released the lock he had on my lips.
"Swallow it all sissy" he commanded.
It took several attempts, but eventually I had swallowed it all. Once finished I opened my mouth to show him that I did what he commanded. I was so proud of myself. I could still fell grandpa's hand still rubbing my crotch and asspussy.
"Now make sure you get all that cum off you face and in your mouth. Grandpa has to finish getting you ready for your training. Your sissy pussy wont be able to take grandpa's fully erect cock the first time. I don't want to hurt my little sissy. So we are going to have to prepare it for my dick." I was listening to him while wiping my cum off my face with my fingers and sucking them clean. All while grandpa was shifting around the bed. He continued his speech "So tonight its going to be all about breaking in your sissy pussy. Tonight I'm going to make sure you will always be hungry for dick. Tonight, I'm am going to turn you into the cock hungry sissy slut you obviously are. Don't worry, grandpa's is going to take extra special care of his new sissy granddaughter. Just let him do what needs to be done"
I had finished cleaning off my face. I turned my gaze to grandpas cock as he was standing over me. There was a clear fluid drooling from his semi-erect cock. Then grandpa looked down at. "Yes grandpa, this is what I was meant to be. Teach me. Show me. I want more." I spoke to him while still shuddering from the rush of all the sexual excitement.
"Good sissy." grandpa said accepting the words of this pathetic sissy faggot, waiting to be turned into a cockwhore. But it's his pathetic sissy faggot grandson
Grandpa grabbed my left arm, stretching it toward one corner of the bed. He clipped a strap to it. taking away my ability to move it. Then stepping over me he did the same to my other arm. Once my arms were secured and tightened into place. Grandpa walked down and off the bed. He picked up the chastity cage I had dropped. Then walked around to the foot of the bed. I watched him, mesmerized by his every action. The video on the TV had changed scenes. This time it showed a heavily lingered sissy with artificially thick lips covered in pink lip stick, she had huge breasts, and the expression on her face was completely blank. The Scene looked like some kind of dungeon and she was strapped to a device that kept her immobile and bent over. As I was watching the scene unfold. Grandpa had been attaching my new pink chastity cage to my clit. Once again just like the one on this bound sissy slut.
I quit watching the movie again. My attention was now on my clitty as I watched grandpa install this strange apparatus. I was completely naïve and had no idea what this device was used for. But that sissy slut in the video didn't mind, why should I. Once grandpa had the cage in place he produced another lock. Clicking it in place, he tucked my caged clitty back in to my new panties. Grandpa's eye were locked onto mine. He could see the sexual excitement I was getting from all of this. He watched as my eyes would go from the video of the sissy and back at my locked clitty.
"I cant wait to hear you moan in frustration you sweet sissy girl. You may suffer some discomfort at first. but the reward for wearing it will more than make up for it." as he was talking he was lifting my legs over me again.
I don't know how I could've missed the straps coming from the head board of the bed after all these years, but before I knew it. He had my legs suspended over me. My sissy pussy completely exposed. He started tapping the buttplug and playing with it. I would moan and squirm. It was the most pleasurable torture ever. He would tug on it and let it go just before it could come out. It would quickly get sucked back in and he would pull on it again. Repeating this over and over again. Constantly I could hear the moans of the sissies on the video. Proclaiming how she wanted to be fucked by great big dicks, at great lengths of time, over, and over again. Then without warning he pulled the plug completely out. Before I could beg him to put it back in, he pushed it back into my asspussy. Then he would pull it out. Then back again. The intense pleasure of being fucked by this buttplug was something I never wanted to end. After a few minutes of this, he pushed the buttplug back in and turned to grab something. I couldn't see anything he was. My only view was my little clitty as it was locked away in the pink chastity cage.
We he turned back to face me, he was wearing a comforting smile, "This may hurt a little bit. I'm gonna use a lot of tube and take it slowly. Just tell me when you let me know when you begin to enjoy it." and with that being said he plugged to buttplug out hard and fast.
I let out a huge gasp. I could feel the air conditioned air hit my hole and before I could register anything he began to replace it with something larger. With slow and practiced hands he slowly and gently would push it in until I started to wince and then he would withdraw it. Then he begin to push it back in slowly. this time a little deeper. I don't know how long the phallic device was that he was stretching my pussy with. But the process went on. It wasn't too long before I started to moan as he would push it in deeper and deeper.
"Are you enjoying this?"
"fuck yes!" my instant reply
"Good. Its time to step it up" He said as he began to quicken his pace.
My moans become faster and louder. His pace started off slowly but would pick up pace. He was driving that phallic device in and out, in and out, in and out, with such a pace that I couldn't think breathe or even register that he had pulled it out of my pussy. With my mouth open, tongue out and my eyes rolled behind my eyelids. He placed the dildo he had been fucking me with in my mouth and took a larger one and repeated this process in nearly the same fashion. Only this time he didn't take it slow or easy. This one was considerably larger than the last and even though it did hurt, I wanted him to continue. I would moan loudly through the dildo in my mouth. For minutes or possibly hours, I didn't care, he fucked me with this larger dildo. then took the one out of my mouth and ask me what I want.
"I want to get fucked by large cocks!" I screamed in-between moaning. "Oh god it feels so fucking good!"
He then yanked the dildo out of me and forcefully shoved it back in. I couldn't moan, only gasp, as this large dildo penetrated deep inside of me. Time didn't exist. Only this pleasure. Only the feeling of emptiness then fullness.
"I fucking need cock!" I proclaimed. Then felt something hit my face. I hadn't been paying any attention to my own clit. But it had been leaking throughout all of this. This wetness I felt was my first sissygasm and certainly not my last.
I licked at my lips. Trying desperately to taste it. But the fucking continued. Normally I would come and a sleepiness would envelope me. But not this time. Instead, I was bucking my hips at the dildo. A pathetic display of a bound sissy faggot trying with all of his sissy strength to get more.
"You really are loving this, aren't you sissy?" He asked.
I couldn't respond with words, only actions. Then he yanked out the dildo one last time. I continued bucking the air. Oblivious to the fact that he hadn't put the dildo back in. He stepped away from my sissy pussy. As the bed moved I opened my eyes and could see him return with an eight inch long dildo that was easily 2 inches thick.
"Fuck my fucking pussy. Stretch it open. Please shove it in!" I exclaimed
He knelt back down at my pussy and spoke. "As you wish my little sissy boi."
With that he drove that thick long dildo back into me. After only one thrust I squirted my sissy load again, all over my face. The only words I could say anymore were "more." I had fully given in to this new aspect of life. I would never turn back. This is who I am now. Grandpa kept pounded my pussy. My clitty drooling and squirting over and over again. As grandpa fucked my boipussy he would wipe all of my squirts up and into my mouth. Where I greedily sucked and slurped all my cum. I didn't need direction at this point. I was completely lost in my new role. Sucking, slurping, swallowing, and getting fucked.
That was when grandpa pulled this large dildo out of my pussy. He stood over me, showing this large dildo in comparison with his on cock. There was a noticeable difference between the two. Grandpas cock was still longer and thicker. He wiggled his hips to make his cock swing back and forth.
"I want you to know I had always hoped for this from you. Your sexy legs, your thick ass and you feminine body. I had hoped this was the real you underneath it all. I want you to beg me to fuck your sissy pussy. I want you to tell me what you need and where you want it." he said to me as he flung the dildo to the side of the bed.
"Please, please. Grandpa I want you to take your cock and shove it in my sissy pussy. You are right, this is who I really am. I'm a sissy that needs to be fucked and feminized. I need your cock in my sissy pussy so bad! Please, shove it in me." I said in the most feminine and desperate voice I could muster up.
I stared at his cock and then his eyes. Back and forth. I saw as he knelt down and rest his huge cock at my probably gaping ass pussy. He rested the cock at my rosebud. Teasing my hole. Making me beg for it.
And I did. I begged him for his cock. I told him how much I needed this. That I will always be his sissy slut. just please fuck me with that cock.
After he felt he had teased me enough. He drove that cock right in.
"Oh God! Its so fucking big!" I yelled out loud
Then he started to fuck me. He was thoroughly enjoying the events that were transpiring. I was leaking all over myself. Just a steady stream of my sissy juices were leaking from my pink chastity cage. Gasps, moans and proclamations of needing more.
He fucked me for thirty minutes straight. I could barely hear the video anymore. Completely drowned out by his powerful fucking and my desperate pleas to get fucked harder. Then he pulled out and stood over, jerking his enormous cock. My eyes locked on to this powerful tool of lust. I knew what was cumming and I wanted.
"Shoot your load all over me. Cover me in your cum. Make me your sissy faggot slut slave!" I said as seductively as I could.
Without a thought he blew his load on my face, in my mouth, and all over my chest. It was a far bigger load than anything ive ever produced. I loved every moment. When he was finished he unbuckled my legs and then my hands. My body collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. With all the tenderness he had for me he positioned me onto my stomach on the bed, tied the leash onto the headboard, and pulled my hips up into the air. Grandpa was still hard for me and he wanted more.
Plunging his dick back into my pussy he was telling me that this is what i was always meant to be. A cock puppet. A sissy faggot who will crave cock all the time now. There is no escaping this pleasure. Just embrace it and bloom into the sissy gurl you know you are.
I could hear every word as it sunk into my brain. I let him fuck me to multiple sissygasms. My voice was gone. My manhood was gone. All that was left was a sissy cock receptacle.
I don't know how long he pounded me into sissyhood. But he came in my pussy and shoved a much larger plug in. I was absolutely spent. I wasn't squirting anymore. I was just having dry orgasms over and over again.
He then unlocked my heels and slipped them off my feel. He took me in his arms as we lay in bed. My pussy plugged and filled with his cum. My face covered in his drying semen. This is where I wanted to be. Dressed as a slutty sissy whore. Covered and filled with cum. As I drifted off to sleep grandpa kept whispering in my ear how great I was and how the weekend has only started and that there will be much, much more.
All I have to do is ask. Then the exhaustion finally took me and I passed out.
|
[
"swallowing",
"sissy",
"cock worship",
"big cock",
"anal",
"cum swallow"
] |
Bound and Begging
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/bound-and-begging
| 4.5 | null |
BDSM
|
He carries me through the door of our bedroom, black silk draped across my bare legs, tall black heels in the air.
He has a look of complete desire in his eyes, hes been waiting and been teased all day.
My black nails scratching his skin throughout the day, my lips nibbling his ear, his neck.
My hard nipples poking through my dress, the curve of my breasts peeking out the sides of the fabric.
My hips and goddess figure visibly his.
My tiny 5"1 body controlling his tall, strong body. Controlling his cock, his seed.
The smell of his skin intoxicating.
His cock hard and ready for me constantly.
He places me down on the bed, legs wide heels resting on the crisp sheets.
He stands back and takes a look at his goddess, her dripping wetness, the scent filling the room.
"I took off my panties before I walked down the aisle..." I whisper seductively.
"I've been dripping cream down my thighs all afternoon, it's time for you to clean up your mess baby."
He dives in between my thighs, kissing and breathing me in. He reaches my soaking pussy and his wet tongue strokes her as I let out a sigh of a day long craving, that prolonged desire.
Im in control and he is there to pleasure me.
He crawls up towards me, brushing his skin against my hard, erect nipples.
I lean up and push him backwards into the hotel arm chair, pulling two silk ribbons from beneath my ravaged dress.
I tie each of his hands to the chair, tight enough that he is unable to break free.
I push his face back with my hands, my black nails scratching against his skin.
Kissing his neck, his shoulders, his chest, biting his nipples.
Then I stop.
Stepping back towards the bed and unzipping the back of my dress so it falls to the floor.
There in front of him I stand, black lace covering my belly, but open between my legs, exposing my bare wet pussy.
Gold chains fall from the straps across my shoulders, wrapping around my swollen breasts, my erect nipples, my goddess form.
I lay back on the bed and spread my legs wide, so he can see me open, bare, make him beg.
I can see his hard cock twitching, leaking precum watching me, begging to feel it.
I slide a vibrator across my clit, arching my back with pleasure, my goddess legs squirming.
Then i slide the vibrator inside me, first shallow then nice and deep. I push up to hit my g spot over and over and the vibrator is pushed out, a huge burst of liquid spraying.
I hear him let out a primal grown, the chair creeks and his hands grip the arms tight, trying to break free.
I only squirt once, now I want to cover him.
I stand up and walk towards him, black heels dragging across the floor. I bite his ear as I untie him, feeling the desire, the passion, the intensity of his desire to break free.
He lunges from the chair and grabs me, one hand around my waist, the other gripping the back of my head, "you have to wear a condom," I demand, ripping one open with my teeth and sliding it onto his huge cock.
"Now you can feel me."
He strokes his cock against the opening of my pussy and then hits my cervix deep.
Every inch stroking the inside of my body, relief and pleasure filling his eyes.
I lean my goddess hand down to grip his cock before it can enter me again, I lock eyes with him. "You are my slave", I growl.
With one stroke the condom rubs off into my hand without him even noticing and I slide his cock back inside me, bare, fertile, unprotected and spasming.
He lets out a loud groan, i can feel his cock growing inside me, his balls pulsating against my ass.
"Breed me," I demand.
He grips his hand around the back or my neck, cupping my head in his palm, his face resting against my cheek,
"im going to breed you my goddess," he gasps.
His cock slams against my cervix, and a hot rush of cum fills me, he gasps and cums uncontrollably against my naked body, shaking, breathless and overwhelmed.
He's breeding me.
Just like he's bred me so many times before.
But this time my body is about to swell...
This time, his seed is growing inside me.
|
[
"husband",
"dominatrix",
"breeding",
"slave",
"tied up"
] |
You Look So Pretty
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/you-look-so-pretty
| 4.71 | null |
Crossdressing
|
You look so pretty
.
Such a simple phrase, yet it almost seemed like mind control when it was used on me. My dear friend Shawna had found out years ago, wanting to play more with my feminine side, that using those four words absolutely melted me into agreement. I tried to fight it, to protest, to summon the courage to finally resist hearing them, but to no avail. One phrase, and I was hers.
At first it had been little things, like getting our nails done together, or styling my hair a certain way. Then Shawna had taught me to do my make-up, mixing up styles depending on if I was going for a more femboy, semi-masculine look, or Rory was out in full force, taking the town by storm. Regardless, she'd slowly drift into my room, guiding me to my little vanity as I felt her hands in my hair, whispering those controlling, subtle words into my ear.
You look so pretty
Outfits, humiliating situations, whatever Shawna found entertaining, I couldn't resist as she gently pushed me again and again into my femininity. Never too far, never into something I'd be far too uncomfortable with, just slightly pushing past my comfort zone, using those four magical words to make me whine, pouting at her as I agreed.
Tonight, I stood in front of the mirror, blushing at the dress Shawna had 'forced' me into. I remember the first time she showed it to me, apparently finding it on sale on a whim, adamantly refusing as I blushed hard seeing it in her arms.
"Oh come on, Rory. It's so cute!" Shawna had said, a slightly amused smirk on her face. "It is so your style."
"NO!" I pouted, refusing to look at her, my face still red. "I can't wear that to Bethany's party!" Shawna placed the dress down over the couch, scooting over to place a hand on my chest, a single finger tilting my head up to look at her.
"Try it on for me, I just want to see you in it." Her eyes gripped me, unable to look away as I whined, stomping my foot at my very persistent friend. But thirty minutes later she led me to our hallway mirror, seeing my complete reflection, the long dirty blonde wig sitting on my head, carefully walking in the heels she had picked out as well to match.
"See?" Shawna said, taking my arm into hers as we both stared at the reflection, squirming at how beautiful I felt. She offered a supportive squeeze, staring into my eyes through the mirror. "You look so pretty, Rory." I whimpered, legs rubbing together as I relented, as we both knew I would.
A week later here I was, staring into that same mirror, unable to tear away from my reflection. It was an older style of dress, not quite mimicking the 1950's fashion I loved dearly, but certainly influenced by it. A beautiful bold red, with white polka dots spread throughout, it even had a little ribbon bow on my breasts, pushed out by some fake ones I had purchased some months ago. With some shapewear around my waist, I was always amazed at how dramatically I could alter my figure, feeling far more feminine despite my broad shoulders holding the straps of my new dress.
White stockings on my feet, which Shawna had demanded I use a garter belt with, feeling the straps on my legs with each step. I wore my best gaff, tucked away safely, although thankfully the dress flared out enough to hide any excitement. Strappy white heels, and silky white gloves completed the outfit, feeling utterly ridiculous yet I couldn't stop myself from running hands all over my body. Shawna exited her room during one of my many self-examinations, grinning to herself.
"There's my beautiful date." I blushed hard, glaring at her as she chuckled.
"I'm not your date, Shawna." I said, pretending I was simply smoothing out the skirt on my dress. But she just laughed all the more, moving to grab my hips.
"Fine, you can just be my wife then, wearing a beautiful dress like that." My blush deepened, looking away as I refused to answer, annoyed at how easily she could silence me with her words. Shawna offered me a final laugh, walking past in her skin tight dress, a beautiful dark purple, hugging her in what seemed impossible ways. Stepping into her own heels, Shawna stood beside me in the mirror, hooking an arm around mine.
"Oh Rory," she said, slowly moving her hand down to entwine in mine, "you look so pretty." I felt my blush grow even further, a large smile on my face as I gripped onto her more tightly, the bundle of nerves I had diminishing just a little hearing that beautiful phrase. Once again, any hesitation I had about leaving the apartment in this beautiful dress was stripped from me, Shawna easily taking control of my feminine side as she always did.
With a knowing smile, she led me out of the door, heading down the street to Bethany's. The party itself was quite tame, although the first ten minutes I was squirming, having so many people gushing over my dress. My feminine self was quite a juxtaposition from my more masculine side, a common trait I'd expert for girls like me, so when I did embrace her it was quite the change for the people in my life.
We chatted, drank, and laughed, Shawna teasing me as I continued to fret and fix the hem of my dress as I sat there. Wearing my pretty, silky gloves, she also took it upon herself to fix me any drinks or food I wanted, forced to sit in place as I was pampered. I couldn't deny the warm excitement that I always got around her, Shawna so easily pushing me further into that submissive nature.
She kept her hand resting on my leg, on top of my hand, playfully teasing through my hair, that subtle display of control over me. As we said goodbye, walking back hand in hand, there was a nervous energy between us, an unspoken excitement from the evening. Inside the apartment, I could barely breathe as Shawna's intense stare locked onto me, feeling myself suddenly pressed back against the kitchen counter.
Shawna held me in place, staring up at me as I softly whimpered in her arms, gripping my shrunken waist tightly. "You looked so pretty tonight, Rory." I blushed, unable to stop the noises being emitted from my lips, trying to look away as I smiled, but she forced me to look at her with a finger on my chin. The heavy silence in the room was deafening, as I stood trapped from her presence.
"Did you like being pretty for me?" I whined, unable to formulate anything that even resembled words, simply nodding to the dominant woman before me. Shawna smiled, a warm, knowing smile, thoroughly enjoying the effects she was so obviously having over me. With the finger on my chin, she slowly forced me to bend down, far too tall in my heels for her liking, pulling me in for a long, deep kiss. I moaned against her lips, my hands awkwardly at my side, unable to think of anything besides how wonderful she tasted.
Shawna finally broke our kiss, smiling as she held me there, staring into her eyes. With a smirk, she led us both back to her room, my body quivering as I felt her unzip my dress, carefully hanging it up on her door. Her own dress followed suit, watching her intently as I saw that tight dress slowly slip off her body. I blushed standing before her in nothing but my garter, stockings, corset, and gaff, which was working overtime to hide my excitement, Shawna giggling as I was guided to kneeling before her.
Slowly, she removed the rest of her undergarments, her strong body on display before me as I stared in disbelief. Shawna smiled down at me, her hand running through my hair after discarding the wig. Pulled in, I kissed her pussy as she groaned, throwing her head back in relief. I tasted how wet she was, not the only one excited from our evening together, the grip in my hair tightening as I began to lick her.
I listened to her moans, Shawna's legs quivering as I licked and sucked on her clit, lost in the sensation of pleasuring her. I felt her lift a leg over my shoulder to rest on the bed, pulling me even further into her pussy, her body language demanding my obedience. I ignored the straining erection trapped behind my gaff, overcome by the assertiveness of my friend, staring up as I continued to run my tongue through the excited lips of her pussy.
I assumed Shawna must have been close to cumming, as my head was shoved into her pussy, my lips pursed and locked onto her clit. I felt her body shake, legs quiver, silently screaming above me as her pussy danced on my tongue. Riding her orgasm out on my face, having total control over me, I simply stared up in awe, transfixed as I watched her cum hard over and over, head thrown back in ecstasy.
With a final sigh, offering an excitable laugh, Shawna came down from her orgasm, pulling me off her clit as it was far too sensitive to be touched. Playfully, she pushed me against the bed, head resting on her comforter, bending down to offer me another kiss.
"You look so pretty, Rory, with my pussy on your lips." I giggled, blushing hard as Shawna planted a few more tiny kisses on my face, her hand still gripping tightly to my hair. Lifting me up to my feet once more with a finger under my chin, she slowly slid the gaff down my stockings, thoroughly humiliated at how eager my cock was, the tip already glistening, giving away just how much I had enjoyed the past twenty minutes.
Shawna smirked, her hand gently resting on my cock as I moaned, offering the tiniest of strokes as I was pushed to sit on the bed. She climbed onto my lap, rubbing her wet pussy up and down my shaft as I whimpered, barely able to breathe as she stared into my eyes. Leaning in, leaving a trail of kisses on my neck, Shawna moaned into my ear as I was teased.
"Rory, you look so pre-ohhhhhhhh." Shawna was interrupted as she slid onto my cock, feeling her already sensitive pussy stretch around it. I whined in her ear, feeling her so close to my body, her warm breath hot in my ear. Slowly, she moved up and down in my lap, my hands planted on the bed for support, only able to watch as she fucked me.
Already excited from the evening, spending hours dolled up and feeling beautiful, I whimpered as I pressed my forehead to hers, knowing how close I was to cumming. "Shawna..." I could barely speak, my mind's focus gravitating to my cock, ready to burst. She moaned, leaning down to bite my lip, smiling as she sped up in my lap. Staring into my eyes, arms wrapped around my neck, Shawna watched as I was so easily pushed over the edge.
I moaned, gripping the comforter behind me as I came hard, cock pulsing inside of her. Shawna grinned, watching as I succumbed to my orgasm, shaking hard as she continued to slide up and down my sensitive cock. Offering my lips kiss after kiss, she listened intently as I whimpered against her, my eyes rolling back in my head from pleasure.
With a smile, Shawna slowly pushed me down onto her bed, sliding off my cock as she climbed up my body. Pinning each arm underneath her legs, she lowered her used, sensitive, and freshly fucked pussy onto my lips, watching with those beautiful big eyes as I whined in shock, licking her pussy once more now that it was mixed with hers and my cum. She groaned happily, arching her back while her fingers played with her nipples, licking and swallowing underneath her.
"Oh, Rory," Shawna said, scooting back down my body to kiss me, running a hand through my sweaty hair. "You are so fucking pretty, baby girl." I blushed hard, feeling my cock twitch from her compliment, clearly not finished in being played with. But Shawna just smiled down at me, before settling in beside me, both of us cuddling in our exhaustive states.
"So, are you going to fight me the next time I choose an outfit for you?" Shawna asked, listening to my girlish giggle, our legs entwined as we rested together.
"I mean, probably..." I grinned at the sigh Shawna emitted, rolling her eyes as she offered me another kiss. "But, I'm sure you'll be able to convince me. You always seem to know how."
Shawna smiled, "That's because you're more a fucking girl than I am." We both laughed, certainly not a sentiment I was in any position to argue with. Feeling the nylons on my legs with each movement, I tried to ignore my erection trapped between our bodies, simply holding onto my dear friend in the moment.
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After that night, Shawna demanded more and more from my feminine side, which I was more than happy to indulge. From cute skirts and blouses, taken out for lunches and dinners with her friends, to more casual loungewear around the apartment, now wearing leggings and panties far more than any of my 'boy clothes'. Rarely was I able to walk past our hallway mirror without a quick peek at how great my ass looked in them.
Amusingly, Shawna still had no interest in me whenever I wasn't dolled up as Rory, similar to when we decided to room together. We were friends, nothing more, watching sports or simply co-existing. Yet, when she came home from work, seeing me in the kitchen in one of the many dresses I now owned, a perfect picture of the 1950's housewife, heels clicking along the tiles...she lasted all of ten seconds before I felt her hands under my skirts.
One such night, wearing easily my favourite dress, a beautiful bright pink with black trim complementing the brazen colour, I heard Shawna moan eagerly as her hands slid underneath my petticoats, rubbing and cupping my ass. I blushed, desperately trying to ignore her as I double-checked the oven, my cock once more testing the stitchwork of my gaff. With a smirk, Shawna disappeared to her room, leaving me to cook dinner, a sting on my ass from her parting playful spank.
Finishing and placing everything on a simmer, I turned around and squeaked in surprise, seeing Shawna standing there completely naked, a cock strapped around her. A big cock. I gasped, my face obviously amusing her as she laughed, walking towards me as I blushed, over a head taller than her yet feeling incredibly small in that moment. With one finger, she lowered me to my knees, gently cupping my chin with her hand, cock brushing against my painted lips.
"You look so pretty, Rory," Shawna said, as I softly moaned, her new cock pushing past my lips into my mouth. "My pretty little cocksucker." I whimpered around her cock, staring up as she slowly slid it in and out of me, that intensity and fire returning to her eyes. She continued her teasing show of power, until the dildo was coated with my saliva, my eyes slightly watering from when she tested how far my gag reflex could be pushed.
With a smirk, she helped me back to my feet, soon stepping out of my pretty dress to stand before her, wearing nothing but my nylons and shapewear. My gaff came next, blushing hard at the erection I was sporting, throbbing with excitement from the situation, which Shawna simply laughed at, thoroughly enjoying herself as her cock was placed next to mine. Stroking both of them together, she was more than happy to point out just how much bigger hers was.
Shawna left me with my hands placed on the table, disappearing into her room once more while I listened to the constant and uncontrollable tiny moans escaping my lips. I heard her return, whimpering with excitement as I felt her tease her cock up and down between my asscheeks. I had played with anal toys before, enjoying the experience but not consistently keeping up with it, yet being placed in such a vulnerable position for someone else was a completely new, exciting, and enticing spin on the activity.
Knowing this, Shawna first slipped a gloved finger inside of me, listening to me moan like a little whore as she rubbed lube all around my eager hole. She listened to the effects it was having on me, laughing and teasing as her free hand slapped my ass intermittently, prepping me for her cock. After her finger came something larger, shaking as my ass stretched around it, before it narrowed, being swallowed and fitting snugly between each cheek.
Giving me a final smack, Shawna returned my gaff for me to wear, both washed up for dinner. I glared at her the entire time, unable to take my mind off the plug she'd left inside me, watching that smirk of hers grow through the meal. Afterwards as we cleaned up from dinner, Shawna amused herself with my body, listening to my soft moans as her hands explored me, pinching and rubbing to her heart's content. I felt like I was losing my mind.
I moaned in her arms on the couch once we were finished, lost in that familiar fog of submissiveness, completely underneath Shawna's control. Her cock not once left its place between her legs, stroking it as she teased me, feeling it rub against my stomach as we kissed. Placing a towel on the couch, she sat down on top of it with her legs spread, beckoning me onto her lap. Legs on either side of her, I slid in place as I kissed her, my arms wrapped around her neck.
"Rory," she said between kisses, my gaff thrown across the room, hard cock springing forth between us. "You're going to look so pretty, with my cock in your ass." I whimpered, hearing her dominating tone, my body shaking with excitement. Shawna reached between my legs, freeing the plug from my hole, her cock dripping with lube as I slowly lined it up with my ass. She patiently watched as I took my time, sliding down her big cock, feeling it gradually disappear inside of me.
Before I knew it, I felt myself in her lap, the entire cock sitting comfortable in my ass. A bit bigger than I was used to, but with the lube I was able to handle it, my cock still raging hard as I moaned eagerly, sliding up and down on her much bigger cock. Shawna watched it all eagerly, her hand gently stroking my cock as I began to fuck myself in her lap. Her fingers moved to the tip, teasing me gently as I shook, the mix of pleasures slowly driving me insane.
I sank down hungrily on her cock over and over, amazed at just how wonderful it felt. My legs were tiring, but I didn't dare slow down, feeling that familiar build up inside of me, that tingling sensation trapped in my cock. I moaned, leaning against Shawna for support as I fucked her cock, her encouraging words seeping into my mind.
"That's it sweetie," Shawna said, her hands barely moving on my cock as I whined, slamming her new cock even harder inside of me. "That's it, cum for me. Cum on my cock. My pretty girl." I whimpered, my mind on fire with lust as I shook, the orgasm seeming stretched, always out of reach, far beyond and more powerful than I was used to. My mouth open, unable to even moan properly, just a constant stream of tiny, pathetic noises as I slowly built towards the orgasm I so desperately needed.
With a guttural scream, I finally pushed myself over the edge, legs threatening to give out, quivering on either side of Shawna. I barely felt my cock erupt between us, my g-spot flaring against her cock as I came, the orgasm shattering through my entire body. I rode it as best I could, tears sliding down my face from the intensity of my release.
When I finally came back to my senses, finally able to take a breath, I laughed and cried against my friend, who joined me as she planted a kiss on my forehead. Every movement made me flinch, my ass sensitive with her cock still impaled inside of me.
"Wow, that was fucking hot." I giggled, having to agree with Shawna, who began wiping up all the cum I had shot onto her with a finger, offering it to me to suck on. Over and over I moaned happily as she fed me, finishing by tracing a finger along my cock until it was clean as well.
Shawna moved her hand to my hair, gripping it tightly as I moaned. "Did you enjoy my new cock, Rory?" I moaned, nodding as I shook, feeling it finally slide out of my body. "Good, because you looked so pretty riding it." I blushed, my ass feeling empty without it, leaning against my friend for support.
We both showered and got cleaned up, wearing a cute babydoll as I snuggled up against her on the couch. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep as she ran a hand through my hair, echoes of being called her good girl floating around in my mind.
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After that night, I was hooked, Shawna no longer even needing her magic phrase to make me bend to her will. Anytime she wished to play with Rory, or steal her for a night out, I was there, wearing whatever beautiful, adorable, scandalous, or humiliating outfit she had chosen for me. Skirts, heels, dresses, leggings, even bathing suits as we lounged around a friend's pool, Shawna enjoyed her full control over my feminine persona.
She was always respectful when I needed a break from being Rory, needing to embrace that more masculine side of myself from time to time. But as she recognised it sated, or seeing myself slowly shifting back, Shawna would always be there, helping me into a cute dress, the words "
You look so pretty, Rory
" never far from her lips. I had lost count the amount of nights I had sighed happily in her arms, feeling her hands running through my hair.
Rare were the nights where she used my cock, preferring to make me cum with hers. But every once in a while she succumbed to cravings of her own, sliding down in my lap as I moaned, feeling our nylon legs entwined as she fucked me. Regardless of how she did it, the constant theme was how easily she controlled me, dominated me, and kept me docile. I was always her good girl, softly whimpering as she calmly guided me through whatever her plans entailed.
I was a hopeless case, lost staring into her eyes on these nights, knowing I had very little say on what she would be doing with me. All I was left with was the taste of her on my lips, the feeling of the feminine outfit I had been dolled up in, and the lingering effect of her words on my mind.
You look so pretty, Rory.
|
[
"nylons",
"crossdressing",
"femme",
"femdom",
"friend",
"heels",
"oral sex",
"dresses",
"housewife",
"roleplay"
] |
Slutty Judge: Beach, Bellini, Cocks
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/slutty-judge-beach-bellini-cocks
| 4.59 | null |
Gay Male
|
It seemed like I was going through a phase with cases where guys were up for life in prison. The charges ranged from racketeering, to first degree murder, with the majority of the cases stemming from drug related activity. After the sentencing of the fourth out of seven cases, I called Sandra that afternoon to meet for coffee, and she mentioned how in all our years of knowing each other I never looked so stressed.
"Might be time for a vacation," she said as I sipped my latte, but I wasn't trying to hear it for I felt I got enough time off as is.
"Playing hooky to stay local isn't time off," she added.
We hugged before leaving the coffee house to go our separate ways, and the entire drive home I thought of destinations where I could take a quick three to five minute break. I came up with Myrtle Beach, a place I hadn't visited in over 20 years, where I could kick my feet up while being oblivious to the world. I went home, jerked off and took a hot shower before looking at my docket online, and planned a weeklong vacation just two months from that evening. The string of seven cases ended right on time on a Friday, when I took off my robe and showered in my chambers before hitting the road that evening. It took me eight hours to get there as the traffic was hectic on I-95, but I checked into my booked resort at midnight, right as a light rain began to fall. I crashed once I hit the room, and woke up right around the time for brunch to shower again, and put on summer attire for the gorgeous 80 degree weather.
I left my room on the sixth floor, and took the elevator down to the dining area to be greeted five star style.
"Welcome Steven to the Marriott. We're delighted with your appearance this morning," said the host. "Please come follow me, as I lead you to your seat."
He led me to my seat in the quiet eatery, with this handsome Latino guy taking my order shortly after.
"Hello sir, my name is Tomas, without an 'h,' and I will be your waiter for the morning," he said. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"Can I have a bellini," I asked the waiter.
I noticed it wasn't on the menu, but I asked, and he confirmed it was possible if the bartender agreed to it.
"The bartender's words exactly," he said when he returned. "That gentleman can have whatever he'd like, and the first round is even on me."
That made me turn around to eye the bar, and I'd see another handsome Latino gentleman, slightly muscular, with a clean shaven head, and gray stubble fuzz nodding back at me. I smiled and winked before he returned the gesture, then I turned my head to finish ordering.
"Eggs Benedict, and a side of cheesy grits," I told Tomas, without an "h."
He took my menu but returned with two glasses of the drink of my desire, then hurried back to the kitchen. I sipped the cocktail as it was something I first had in an Italian restaurant, perhaps with Sandra, or someone else during a date. I fell in love with it then, and loved it the same at that moment with the perfect mix of peach puree and Prosecco. I gulped down the first glass, and began to work the second when I felt it immediately, then turned my head back to the bar as the bartender seemed to be eyeing me. I raised my glass as an ode to him, and in return he winked before he serviced his customers. Minutes later Tomas returned with a tray containing piping hot food, and a smile across his face as he wondered if I wanted anything else.
"Just the cute guy's number," I said jokingly of the bartender.
Tomas walked away, but came back to check on me in addition to handing me a napkin.
"It's Chris' number," he said with a wink, then walked off.
I looked back at Chris, the cute bartender to see him now engaged in his craft while flashing that smile. He seemed to be the flirty type, perhaps in his late 30s, early 40s, with a strong stature. I looked over at the women nearby he was entertaining, and read his lips as he flirted with them, possibly having their panties wet uttering the simplest words. I slid over to the chair facing him, and he'd turn his head to look at me again while the smile remained intact. I took my first bite of the food as it was cooling off, but I was more than pleased as everything screamed flavor. The vacation was rolling out to be a great one, with handsome men serving me, the suite I was resting at being A1 quality, and the vittles being top notch. I asked for the check when I was finished, then stood up only to realize I was a tad tipsy. I still tried to make my way to the bar, only for Chris to disappear to the kitchen as I suddenly lost my courage. I returned to pay the check, making sure to leave something extra for Tomas, before I headed back to the room. I told myself I wasn't focused on getting laid during the trip, but Chris lived rent-free in my head as I wanted to have a conversation with him. I made it back to the room, and ordered room service as I wanted another Bellini, and a crack at Chris. A short, feminine Asian-like servant came to the room.
"Hello, Steve. You order, room service," the guy asked.
"Yes, I'd like another Bellini, and make sure you relay a message strictly for the bartender," I told him.
He tried running off without passing the message, and I stopped him, before I wrote my room, and phone number on a napkin for the server to pass to Chris. I knew it was a longshot to get Chris to come to the room, but he was worth a try since he boldly shared his number with me. I stripped out of my clothes to put on my robe and flip flops, then stretched out across the bed right as I called my kids. The room phone would ring, and so I paused talking to my daughter to retrieve a call.
"Sweetness, let me call you back," I told my daughter as it was Chris on the other end.
"So you liked the drinks," he asked.
"I loved them, thank you," I told him as I was smitten with his voice.
He had a masculine, Latin accent that was to die for, and spoke eloquently over the phone.I ribbed him for extending his number.
"I like what I see, and I go after it," he replied.
"You go after it," I asked. "When is your next break?"
"I'm off the clock in three hours," he answered as he was catching what I was throwing. "Do you mind if I come up to the sixth floor?"
My heart was racing from excitement as this man was moving fast. I was bubbling with lust, wanting him to come up and show me what he looked like without clothes on.
"You have the green light," I told him as it had been months since I'd gotten laid, the result of dealing with all the cases I had. "Bring a big jug of Bellini for me."
He laughed hard, then offered to bring a friend.
"Oh really? Describe this friend," I said as I emphasized the operative word.
He broke it down by telling me it was Tomas, the guy who handed me his phone number. He said Tomas, a Guatemalan like him, had a thing for me, and that they were in cahoots in seeing who caught my attention first.
"You come to the sixth floor, then what," I asked.
The evening came, and the duo of handsome, sculptured Guatemalans were naked alongside me. I was in the middle of the two hairy studs, both of them in their mid 40s smelling and looking good as they fondled me. I ended up turning on my left side to face Tomas on my right, with his long, fat pink cock poking me in the stomach. He and I kissed, while Chris was behind me with his equally large phallus poking me in my lower back, as he kissed on the back of my neck. I felt his hands rubbing my tush, and even my curves as he slid them between my cheeks. He spread my ass apart and I felt a finger tickling my hole, then pushing past my tightened flower to wiggle around hysterically. Tomas by then was sucking my tits with his cock still poking at me as the two of them ganged up on me, having me ready to surrender whichever way they chose.
"Time to suck some cock," Chris said as he stopped pulling my ass apart, and pulled on my left arm.
He hinted that he wanted me facing him, and he'd force me to turn as he pulled my arm harder while I enjoyed my tits being sucked. I turned to face him as he was on his knees, with his big prick near my nose. He wiggled the strong meat at the base, letting it slap my nose before I put my lips to the tip. Tomas moved in closer to where his hairy chest touched my back, and his cock landed at my ass cheeks while he leaned his head over to witness me blowing his friend. I loved the feeling of being sandwiched between the two, and the warm sensation of his cock rubbing in and out of my mouth. Tomas would even reach his hand in to tug Chris' balls, and Chris pulled his cock out of my mouth temporarily to feed Tomas, an equally adept cocksucker for him.
"Wonder what that ass tastes like," Tomas said in general.
"You can taste his, while I ram in and out of it," Chris suggested as he rubbed my nipples.
I tried to fathom how one guy could eat me while I was getting fucked, but Chris was way ahead of me as he was trying to make it a reality.
"Buddy lays under you, while I fuck you from behind," he said.
I thought it was unreal because I was in the 280 to 300 lb. range, and the both of them hovered in the 170 to 180 frame. Chris was adamant about us making it work, and so Tomas followed his lead after we all climbed out of the bed, with Tomas getting back on the mattress to lay in the middle.
"It's puzzle pieces," Tomas said as his head hung off the bed.
I reached for the coconut oil before handing it to Chris. I crawled on the bed to hover over Tomas with the intent of putting his cock in my mouth. I felt his stubbled face brush against my balls, then he spread my ass as I heard Chris approaching from behind. I felt drops of the oil falling between my ass cheeks, then his fingers rubbing the liquid in my caverns, just slathering it against my walls. His finger sliding in and out of me made me tingle, then he replaced the finger with his hard cock as he pressed inside me to make me shriek. I briefly stopped sucking Tomas as the girth and length from Chris surprised my hole, but Chris would pull out slowly after a few seconds, then I went back to blowing the waiter.
"Got some good ass here," I heard Chris say as he went slow.
He gave deep and shallow pokes as he tried to feel around to find my spot. The pain disappeared as he reminded me what it was like to get fucked. I sucked on Tomas with the same cadence Chris slid in and out of me, then all of a sudden I felt a tongue licking my taint while Chris did his work.
"Yeah buddy, eat his ass," Chris whispered before I felt a tongue near my entrance.
Chris fucked faster as I felt my hole stretch, but Tomas managed to tickle my swollen cunt with his tongue as it provided a "relief." Chris stopped briefly as my hole twitched, but I'd hear Tomas sucking that cock before Chris slipped back inside.
"Oh guys," I whimpered once Chris started pounding me.
Tomas went back to licking the bottom edge of my hole while Chris dug me out. Tomas moaned from tasting my cream all over Chris' cock, the result of Chris chiseling deep at the prostate to make me cum. Over and over it seemed my body locked up while I came, with the orgasms so intense I couldn't focus on sucking.
"Suck it, boy," Chris said as he plowed me harder.
Chris paused once more to get sucked by Tomas, then Chris placed that cock inside me again while Tomas was now sucking my big balls. I couldn't have imagined a hotter time as these two were pleasuring me in different ways.
"Oh yes," I cried out while stroking Tomas' big cock with my two hands, and feeling Chris pelt away at my prostate.
The three of us were groaning as we all seemed to be close to climaxing. I felt Chris and Tomas' cocks reverberating: one in my hands, while the other knocked in my ass. Chris threw himself into me hard enough to make the pictures on the wall shake, and the bed rock as the headboard slammed against the wall. Tomas let go of my nuts as he was getting closer, and Chris pounded away harder to where I felt his nuts slamming against me. I put my mouth to Tomas' cock at the right moment to catch his glaze, with Chris punching his hot load deep into my loins. I was a proud slut to intake every drop, swallowing Tomas' sweet load, while Chris buried his. Chris pulled out of me, and I climbed off of Tomas to lay to his left while Chris went into the bathroom.
I had honestly had no intention of getting laid while on this vacation, but encountered one hell of a time with this duo. They didn't hang long since their shifts were over, and I remained naked the rest of the day as I stayed in the suite. I jerked off prior to going to sleep with their scent still rampant in the room. I would purposely put the "do not disturb" sign on the doorknob to keep that status honest.
This was more than needed.
|
[
"swallowing",
"threesome",
"vacation",
"oral",
"breeding",
"chub",
"muscle",
"interracial",
"latinos"
] |
Corrective Measures
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/corrective-measures-1
| 4.25 | null |
Exhibitionist & Voyeur
|
She had been caught jaywalking, a minor offense, but ever since the Civil Discipline Initiative of 2080 passed in Congress, even the smallest transgressions could lead to immediate and degrading punishment. She glanced nervously at the glowing red hand of the crosswalk light she'd ignored, then shifted her gaze to the three officers now approaching. Her cheeks burned. At just 18 she'd never been in trouble before and the thought of a public punishment made her stomach flip.
The first officer stepped forward as his hand snaked into his pants pocket. Pulling out a small, flat scanner, he pressed it to her wrist. It beeped, a blue light flashing as it confirmed her identity.
"Sophie Everlee, you've been identified and logged. Step this way," the first officer commanded. His uniform stretched across broad shoulders. "I'll need to frisk you now."
He stepped behind her, hands gliding over her body in a practiced sweep. His fingers traced the line of her collarbone before drifting lower, brushing lightly against her chest. Then, in a sudden motion, he tugged her shirt up, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air, and a now growing crowd. His thumbs circled her nipples, pinching lightly, and drawing a gasp from her lips.
She felt the warmth of his breath on her neck as he announced, "By the authority of the State, you are hereby subjected to corrective discipline for a jaywalking offense. As per Section 17-B of the Public Compliance Act, also known as the Civil Discipline Initiative, punishment shall be administered at the officer's discretion. Submission is mandatory." As he spoke, he rolled her nipples between his fingertips, tugging until heat rippled through her.
His hands moved lower, down her belly, as the second officer stepped forward. This cop was younger, with sharp cheekbones and a buzz cut. He leaned in and took one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. She gasped, her knees buckling as she clutched his shoulders, suddenly in need of extra support. His teeth grazed in a teasing bite before soothing with slow, gentle tugs that were making her crazy. Was this really happening?
Officer Buzzcut held her steady, gripping her hips as the first officer's fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her pants. He moved with machine-like precision, parting her folds and stroking in teasing motions until he reached her clit, circling it in a rhythm that made her whimper.
Abruptly, he pressed two fingers deep inside her and began pumping in and out.
At the same time, the Officer Buzzcut began alternating between gentle and firm suction, shifting from one nipple to the other in a near frenzy, a torturous contrast to his partner's controlled movements. She moaned loudly, and he suddenly pulled away.
"This is disciplinary, Miss Everlee," he said, tone disapproving. "Strange... you seem to be enjoying it. Most offenders don't moan in pleasure during their punishment. Deriving satisfaction from corrective discipline is an additional--" he glanced around, eyebrows raised, "and not to mention SHAMEFUL--offense." The crowd had thickened, and men leered openly at her as they laughed at the officer's mocking words.
Humiliation washed over her. She knew she should fight it, push back against the feelings rising inside her but instead, she felt herself adrift; lost in a sea of unexpected, shameful pleasure. Her body betrayed her, pulsing with a deep, aching need.
The third officer stepped forward, towering over her with a broad, muscular frame. He reached out, with giant hands wrapping around her tiny rib cage, he lifted her effortlessly, a massive arm encircling her back as he pulled her flush against his chest. In a single motion, he tugged her pants down and trapped her, bare bottomed, against the cold wall behind her. His hands trailed down her thighs, spreading them wide as he freed his cock and positioned himself between her legs.
Before she knew what was happening, he'd thrust into her, filling her with one painfully deep stroke. A cry tore from her lips, the sudden pressure sending shockwaves into her pelvis and down the fronts of her legs.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, "State-mandated correction has fully commenced," he declared, voice commanding. He pulled out, then drove into her again, "Full compliance during penetration is mandatory," he continued, thumbs digging into the sensitive hollows just inside her hip bones. The pressure sent sparks shooting up her body as he lifted her like a ragdoll, guiding her to match his pace.
The friction was too much... WHY was she reacting this way? This was supposed to be a punishment. Yet, all these eyes on her, the forced compliance, it excited her. What was wrong with her?
His thrusts grew harder, deeper, each one jolting pure need straight through her. Her body clenched around him, her cries blending with his grunts as an orgasm tore through her.
But then, Officer Buzzcut's voice cut through her haze, angry and incredulous, "Pleasure is NOT the intended outcome of corrective discipline. Offender Sophie Everlee has officially violated protocol. Escalation of measures will now commence."
He grabbed her by her hair and forced her to her knees, freeing his cock and jamming it down her throat. She sputtered and gasped as his hips bucked forward, fucking her face while saliva dripped down her chin. Tears stung her eyes as shame coursed through her.
The first officer, still slick from her disgracefully wet cunt, knelt behind her and lined himself up with her ASS hole. Terrified, she squealed in protest around the second officer's cock, her eyes watering. Salty precum wet her tongue as she felt the head of the first officer's manhood push into her, the burn of it raw and shocking. Sweat glistened on her body as he began to pound in and out of her ass.
The third officer moved in front of her, unbuckling his belt. Officer Muscles, she thought, somewhere in the back of her sex-muddled brain. He released his member with one hand as he gripped his nightstick in the other, using it to force her thighs farther apart.
"Offender will now undergo comprehensive correction through full physical occupation of all available orifices," he called out for the crowd to hear. Officer Buzzcut shifted his grip, lifting her hips enough for Officer Muscles to slide in underneath. She felt the thick head of his shaft against her drenched pussy and with a single, effortless thrust, he sank deep inside her.
Surrounded now, her body was being fucked from all angles. Hands grabbed her breasts, massaging and tweaking her nipples.
"I'm not supposed to be enjoying this," she thought desperately, yet her hips kept tilting, her back kept arching. Her body was on fire, every sensation amplified as she was assaulted in every hole. The three men kept up their relentless pace, their rods filling her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Despite her efforts to resist, her moans grew louder as another orgasm rocked her, her pussy and ass clenching around them. She screamed into Officer Buzzcut's cock, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
She hadn't known anything could feel like THIS; humiliation so intense it blurred into pleasure, only fueling her need. She came over and over again, waves of ecstasy that seemed never-ending, until all thoughts of shame had been washed away. She was nothing but raw sensation, an animal in heat.
The men's movements grew more erratic as they each began to chase their own release.
"Fuck, she's actually gonna make me cum," the first officer growled quietly, almost to himself, hands tightening on her hips as he slammed into her ass.
"Me too," Officer Muscles murmured, thrusting in and out of her pussy fast and hard. "Fuck, she's going crazy, they never respond this way."
Officer Buzzcut's cock pulsed in her mouth as he shot his seed down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, her body reacting on instinct as he filled her belly with his cum.
The first officer exploded next, filling her ass just as the cock buried deep in her pussy began to spurt its hot load. The combination was too much and a final orgasm ripped through her as they emptied themselves inside her.
When they finally pulled out, their breathing was heavy as they looked down at her her, cum dripping from her lips, pussy, and ass. She slumped back against the wall, body weak as she tried to pull her pants back on under the still watchful, leering eyes of the crowd.
The officers reclothed and straightened themselves with swift precision. The first officer cleared his throat and announced, "State-mandated correction complete. In addition to physical discipline, a fine of $50 will be imposed for unauthorized enjoyment."
He held his scanner up to her face as he spoke; it beeped and displayed the charge on a glowing holographic screen. "You must see the Judge in person to pay this fine."
And with that, the officers turned and motioned for the crowd to disperse.
Stumbling home, two thoughts cut clearly through her dazed mind: $50 was a small price to pay, and petty crime was about to become her new favorite pastime.
|
[
"police",
"gang bang",
"cops",
"power dynamics",
"future",
"punishment",
"legal",
"public",
"public humiliation",
"forced"
] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 05
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-05
| 4.18 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 9
The house had gone quiet again.
Too quiet.
Everything was tidy, sanitized, as if nothing had happened.
As if the entire afternoon had been a filthy dream, swept away by the wind.
And yet -- Alex's scent still clung to the sheets, to my skin, to my sex still burning.
I sat on the couch with a drink in hand and stared into the void.
For a long time.
The silence hit me like a slow slap.
I couldn't breathe.
Not from fatigue -- from absence.
He was gone.
He'd left the pipe, a few meth rocks, a bag of coke.
Scraps of paradise.
I'd put them away carefully. Almost reverently.
Like someone hides relics.
But none of it could replace his voice.
His body.
His eyes on me.
He had stolen something.
Or maybe he had given it back.
I didn't know anymore.
I was caught in between.
Not quite myself. Not quite someone else.
A woman in suspension -- high, in love, a widow to a living god.
I thought of him constantly.
His breath.
The way he held me, spoke to me, fucked me.
The drugs.
That immense pleasure.
And now -- that immense void.
Everything around me was so clean. So empty.
The ticking of the clock became unbearable.
Every second pulled me back to absence. To waiting.
I was nothing more than a body waiting for its next dose.
Its next visit.
I lit a cigarette. Took a sip.
I imagined what I'd say to him tomorrow.
How I'd dress.
How I'd undress.
How I'd give myself again.
More.
As if that were the only way to exist.
Night was falling, and I was floating.
The vodka warmed my veins.
The nicotine soothed me.
But nothing calmed that new thing inside me.
That need.
I got up -- naked, bare feet on cold tiles.
I went to look at myself in the mirror.
My reflection was strange --
Red eyes, hollow cheeks, swollen lips, breasts still marked by his fingers.
And yet, I found myself beautiful.
For the first time in years.
Ruined.
But beautiful.
I smiled. Then cried.
No sound.
Just a slow stream of tears that didn't wash anything away.
I finished my drink.
Then poured another.
And waited.
Chapter 10
Jeremy came home a little before eight.
The sound of the key in the lock rang like a death knell.
I was ready: the living room tidied up, glasses washed, the table hastily set with lukewarm soup and slightly stale bread -- the kind of performance he never questions, too absorbed in himself to notice.
-- Hi, I said softly.
-- Hi, he replied without looking at me.
He took off his shoes, hung his jacket over the back of a chair, just like every evening, with mechanical precision. Then he sat down, sighed loudly, and gave a brief commentary about the traffic, his annoying colleague, how tired he was.
Same script, scratched and looping.
I nodded along.
Pretended.
I was calm.
Too calm.
But inside, I was buzzing.
I wasn't really there anymore.
My body was sitting at that table, but my mind was elsewhere -- replaying yesterday, this morning, the coke, the meth, Alex.
The way he looked at me.
His voice.
My skin still humming from his touch.
And suddenly, this house felt like a prison cell.
Tight.
Stale.
Too small for the fever inside me.
Jeremy talked.
I stared at a spot on the tablecloth -- maybe an oil stain.
Everything felt slow.
Heavy.
Pointless.
Then it hit me -- the wave of need.
That tension at my temples, the hollow ache in my gut.
I needed a way out.
Fast.
-- I'm going to take out the trash, I said.
-- Now? It's dark...
-- Exactly. Might as well enjoy the cool air.
He didn't insist.
He never does.
I picked up the bag I'd prepared earlier, filled with old packaging for cover, and slipped the little metal box into my cardigan pocket.
Outside, the silence was almost soothing.
I headed straight to the back of the garden, heart racing.
There, hidden behind the compost bin, I pulled out the pipe. Lit the flame. Heated the rock.
A dense white smoke rose slowly.
I inhaled deeply.
Immediately -- warmth.
Tingling.
The deep tremor.
My body relaxed all at once.
My head floated up and away.
I closed my eyes.
And smiled.
I was fine.
Perfect.
I stayed there for a few minutes, alone in the night, pulling clouds of paradise in a quiet suburban alley.
Then, silently, I came back inside.
In the bathroom, I drew two quick lines on the lid of a moisturizer jar. Snorted them without hesitation.
My nose stung, but my brain lit up.
I was alive again.
I came out of the bathroom, feigning calm.
Jeremy was watching TV, feet on the coffee table, eyes glazed over.
-- You took your time.
-- It was nice out. I lingered.
He didn't reply.
He never does.
The evening dragged like a lifeless body.
Me -- weightless.
Him -- anchored in his fatigue, his screen, his not-knowing.
At midnight, he said good night without touching me, without even looking. Then he went upstairs to bed.
I waited a bit.
Then downed half a glass of vodka. Smoked a cigarette. Vaped obsessively.
But nothing could still the agitation inside me.
I was way too high to sleep.
Too far from that cold-sheeted conjugal bed.
I lay down on the couch, naked under a blanket, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Tried to relax.
Nothing worked.
I took another hit of meth.
Softly.
Just one last pipe.
The smoke calmed me. For a moment.
But an hour later, I was still there.
Eyes open.
Throat dry.
Heart pounding.
Head full of Alex.
Of my fingers between my thighs.
Of his breath in my ear.
I got up. Drank from the bottle.
Cried -- silently.
Then I picked up my crumpled notebook and started to write:
I float.
I float in a dark, sugary swamp.
I don't sleep.
I don't dream.
I fly.
I am the toxic version of myself -- and she's the only one I can love.
And I waited for the sun to rise.
|
[
"dominant",
"alcool",
"corruption",
"prostitution",
"adultery",
"drogues"
] |
An Orlando Story
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/an-orlando-story
| 4.26 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
All characters are over 18.
Apologies if this one seems sloppy. I tried writing it quickly to get it out. Based on true events but also dramatized.
I had to live in Orlando with my uncle and his family to start a new life. I had zero worldly experience. I had little to no experience with girls. I had a few kinks that were in my head but never acted upon. A few that were to be unlocked even. I am not a looker, barely handsome. I had a fool's half cup full of confidence with me at all times, with a deep pit of angst and loneliness. I could make new friends but never let them get too close to me. I came here to make something of myself or at least try. So, we'll see. This time on an Orlando Story...
I worked part time at a delivery service and had a 21 year old cousin that was a bit on the wild side. "Hey, Keely. What are you doing this weekend?"
She had just broke up with her man and she was spiraling. So, being a good friend/cousin i tried including her in plans to cheer her up. She was on the couch in the living room wearing a sheer tank top and boy short panties. On social media she was very attractive but she used filters and makeup. I was shocked when i saw her in person but not disappointed. She didn't have makeup on but she did have a crop top and short jean shorts. Her natural red hair was bright and greasy but she had just came back from a trip to a water park. She didn't like me at all prolly cuz she knew i was checked her out. Fast forward to now, after getting to know what kind of a guy i am, she tolerated me a lot better. "Wanna go on a taco bell date?" she answered.
"of course. wanna watch a movie afterward?" I asked.
"Ugh i guess. Which one?" She begrudgingly agreed. She was very curvaceous. Since her break up she even got a tit job and went for a G cup. which looked great on her hourglass shape. She was cute at her 5'2" self. I had always thought that.
"The scary one. So you can jump into your new mans arms." I teased.
"Only man's arms to jump in is your scrawny ones, dummy." She scoffed.
"Never know. Maybe you'd like it." I mumbled as I poured cereal. She got up from the couch and came over to me. She sauntered up to me making sure to make her new tits jiggle in her white shirt. I got milk out and she stepped in front of me and the bowl of cereal with a furrowed brow. Her natural look actually was pretty cute. it's like it also reverted her into a young kid again. "What?"
"What did you say?" She glared at me. Now i'm 5'10" and scrawny but wiry. I have hidden strength. My dick size is 6" with a decent girth. I say this cuz for some reason Keely liked to bully me and I liked it. I started growing in my gym shorts knowing she was gonna tease me. She stepped on my foot, which didn't hurt at all since she was light herself. But I reacted as if it was hurting me which made her react with pride. A smirk crossed her face. "Say it. Pussy." She leaned up inches from my face. She glanced at my lips then back up into my eyes like a lewd vixen. "Saaaaayyyyyy iiiiiiitttt." She pouted. I sighed.
"I said maybe you'll find love again." I lied. She looked disappointed and stopped stepping on me, but she turned around and backed her ass into my dick while leaning over my cereal to spit in it. She wiggled her ass and then got up to walk away. "Gross. but i'm still gonna eat it."
"I know you will. fucking perv."
She was hot but my cousin. What self control I had not to grind my erection into her fat ass. I inhaled to ground myself in the teasing cycle that we developed. I looked up from my contaminated bowl of cereal to Keely taking a selfie with me in the background. I shrugged not caring what she does with the selfies. "So, are you still going to the gym before our taco bell date or..."
"Oh shit, that's right its leg day. Ughhhhhh. I don't wanna." She groaned.
"If you want to keep that booty nice and tight you gotta. That's what you told me to tell you to keep you motivated." I reminded her. She glared back at me.
"Does it even matter at this point? My ass isn't even good looking." I chortled a bit. "What? What's funny?"
"Nothing."
"Am I going to have to put you in a headlock today?" She threatened.
"That's funny, cuz i ain't planning on laying down anytime soon." I replied subtly insulting her height.
"Have to sleep sometime. Just tell me you over grown albino turd." She pleaded. "Do you think my ass is flat?"
"Nah, it def ain't that. It's nice. Could be on a rappers twerking song video." I earnestly responded.
"Then why don't you ever check it out as much as you check out my tits?" She bomb dropped. I choked on my cereal.
"What?" I was in a state of shock. "What are you talking about?"
"Dude, you check out my chest like once a minute. i promise it's not subtle or unwanted. I paid a lot for these bad boys obviously like every other woman who shows tits off, I want attention. But...you said you're an ASS man and yet you never check mine out!" She divulged. She was sitting at the table staring at me like a laser. While I was sweating bullets.
the truth is I can't help but check her tits out cuz i've never known someone who has such big fake tits. It was out of curiosity. But I've checked her ass out numerous times. I've even pleasured myself thinking of it. She has no idea what the freak in me wants to do to that booty of hers. "I am an ass man. But you're my cousin. And honestly I've never been around such big fake boobs. I'm just curious about them."
"We're best friends too. And I need your opinion on my ass, man. Here." She stated as she lifted her top off her tits as my line of sight was directly on them.
"Holy mother of glory." I was acting like a virgin. I wasn't but i wasn't skilled in the art of pick ups or women. I wanted to suckle those things to feel their weight on my face.
"Yeah?" She chuckled. "you sure you're not a virgin?"
"Uh huh." my mouth still agape.
"Prove it." the statement that chilled my bones except for one.
"Huh?" I was dumbfounded. She pointed at me and brought her index finger to her chest and encircled the air around her pink aureolas. I was force blinking myself.
"Come here." Like a spell I was forced to listen to her command. I gaited over to her and stood at attention in front of her. She inched her finger toward her calling me to lower myself. I bent over so my head of at her head. She only had a grin on her face with her eyes replaced with lights of lust and power. She nodded an okay. I began to descend to her nipple with my tongue stretched. Just before contact was made she slapped her hands on my cheeks, stopping me. "HAHA SEE! You don't care if we're cousins so don't use that bullshit again or i'll twist your dick off. I just need your opinion on my body so I can attract the right guy, dummy."
The sinking feeling of realization had hit me, like i swallowed a brick. I wasn't gonna be able to have my chance at these bountiful behemoths. "Ah, yes the ole dick twist. Can't blame a guy that hasn't had nice set in front of him in about 5 years." I admitted. She furrowed her brow and cocked her head.
"5 years?"
"Are you gonna put those away?" I ran over her excited question. As I stood straight to walk away from my embarrassment Keely pulled down her shirt and swiftly grasped my hand. I stopped.
"You haven't fucked anybody in 5 years? Dude, why haven't you said anything. i need to help you get laid with one of my homegirls." I gave her a side eye.
"The only one of your homegirls i like is a party girl. Which means she prolly has a STI with her name on it. Sad, but she has the best ass out of all of them. Nobody else remotely interests me." I elaborated.
"So, you don't like one night stands? Everyone has em eventually. Its not a bad thing." She tried reasoning with me.
"I prefer to spend my sexual energy on someone special. Someone who means a lot to me." I admitted looking into my past. Keely was blushing when i returned from my inner reflection.
"Let's just go get that Taco bell already." She blurted as she stood up and ran downstairs to her room. She's like a kid. I went to my room and changed out of my gym clothes to shower and picked out a nice set of clothes for a date worthy night. I came out and sat down at the table to pull out my phone and watch videos waiting for Keely to get done. That's when I got a notification from snapchat from Keely. I opened the app and tapped the image. Wow. It was keely in her room with full face of makeup on and her teeth showing in a genuine smile. Her beauty matured when she wore that stuff. The caption said "I'll be up in a minute." Always waiting on a woman. And a woman she was. She cooked, cleaned, and had promise of being motherly. Having nurtured me when i was drunk or upset at my failures. Our experiences were limited in just the year i've been living here but they've been impactful. I heard her door shut and her foot steps coming up. I stood in preparation of seeing her but when she rounded the corner it was like God had punched me in my stomach. Keely was beautiful. Her hair up in a single long ponytail. She wore a blue floral sundress that ended just below her plump ass if she bent over it would peek out. Why the hell would she wear something like that with me? "Pick your jaw off the floor, dude."
"Huh? Oh, well subtly isn't my strong suit." I laughed it off. She teleported in front of me with a mature smirk. Her perfume invaded my nose and surrounded my body like a cloak of clouds; is this what heaven is like?
"You better not try anything funny. Mr. I hate one night stands." She tried stirring the pot.
"I do. I only like who I like." I reaffirmed. She pecked my cheek leaving red lipstick on my face. She giggled.
"Now, you'll get attention." Grabbing her hand and leading her out to her car since mine was a piece of trash in comparison. Also she just liked hers better than mine. We went to Taco bell to order some food before our movie. I grabbed the cups and left to get our fountain drinks, leaving Keely to pay for the meal like the sugar momma she is.
"Ay girl. What's good. You got a man?" A young worker tried hitting on her. Usually that's her type. Tall, athletic, and black. I watched from the corner feeling like a cuck of sorts. Of course this date isn't actually a date for exclusively us. Begrudgingly I bit the bullet and smiled her way.
"Yeah, he's actually getting my drink, like a good boy." Her smile remained pleasant.
"Ah, shit. Him? HAHA how about you take my snapchat if you want a real man later." The dude was cocky. I mean i don't have a lot of manly physical qualities but i'm still a man. I'm older than Keely by 2 years even. He didn't have to insult me like that, she is single technically.
"He's more of a man than you. Fuckin weirdo." Keely sternly said. Her smile faded and was replaced with a discerning frown. The guy handed her card back which she took quickly. When the receipt printed she walked away from him without a word over to me. Me: letting the soda overflow too distracted in what just transpired. "Can you believe the nerve of that guy, Babe?" She said displeased. I moved the soda away to put a lid on it. She grabbed my chin with her dainty fingers and turned my head back to her, she rose on her tip toes and fluttered her eyelids to a slow close. We kissed on the lips in front of people. IN PUBLIC! Once that shock disappeared I started kissing back. Her pillowy lips were graceful and tasty like fruit. Her tongue slipped out and licked my upper lip seductively. I was now sporting a hard on.
She backed off with a twinkle in her eye. "wow. That was..." She silenced me with a finger. Then she used that finger to point to a table. I nodded and brought our drinks over to it. Once we sat I finished. "That was the first kiss i've had in 5 years."
"You froze on me at first. Was it bad?" She asked hurt.
"Um, how was it for you?" I deterred.
"Nuh uh. I asked first." She countered.
"You can't have all the power here." I prodded.
"Too bad. Maybe I wanna kiss you again to see it gets better." She relinquished.
"We're-" She glared at me, almost daring me to finish that sentence. Not related tonight, got it.
"Besides, that guy needed to be humbled a bit. Dissing you pissed me off, and I wanted to punch him for it. What better way, right?" She is quite clever.
We sat at a booth while we ate our silicone beef and lettuce. Laughing at current events and proclaiming our love life is never going to pan out. "The females these days are attention addicts and just want fun and status. Bragging rights for their homegirls. It's actually disgusting how they move." I stated.
"I know. I'm a part of that. I'm sorry that's the way it is. But doesn't that make finding a good woman more special?" She asked with a mouth full of food.
"Of course. It's why I haven't given up hope." I sipped from my baja blast. "Why i haven't baja blasted my head off yet."
She choked and spit some of her food out to laugh. "Will, you're seriously going to give me abs. Thanks for being a good friend and getting me over my last." Her humor was easy to spot but not easily maintained. Being dead inside might've been another shared factor to our bond. "Anyway, being me, i need to find a guy that wants to be a father not just wanting kids. My internal clock and what not. Someone i can laugh, adventure, and struggle with is important. Ya know?"
"Girl. You have nothing to worry about. you're sexy and hell it makes me annoyed at how many guys notice you." Her ears perked up.
"You saying you'd fight somebody for me?" Her smirk returned.
"sometimes. I mean that guy flirting with you made my blood boil a bit. But I had to remember we're just on a "Taco Bell Date" not a real one. But we need to get going to the movie." I said standing up from the table. She followed but after we dumped our tray Keely surprised me with a gentle kiss on my previously marked cheek. "What was that?"
"For the principle." She winked and strutted out with me behind jolly stomping the butterflies in my stomach. We arrived at the theater and got our tickets with some popcorn and drink. She was causing a few guys and girls to snap their necks. Walking into the dark auditorium to find our seats was a little tedious but she said "keep your eyes on my ass and you won't get lost." We sat down and the trailers for other movies began playing. As the movie started the emotional connection to the characters was as every scary movie was...half assed. But once the intense jump-scares started Keely was very easily scared. At one point she jumped seats and crawled into my lap. My hand had a whole cheek of her ass while she was cuddled up in my neck. I was worried about her makeup coming off on me more than anything else. I didn't have another place to put my other hand so I put it on her outer thigh but she didn't like that too much. At first she tried to subtly adjust her legs so my hand would fall into her inner thigh. But i was too good at keeping my balance, unbeknownst to myself. Another jumpscare on the screen that made keely jump again this time her thighs acting like a clam shell, they opened and my hand fell into her inner thigh before they closed. I was embarrassed but didn't move. Her thigh was massive and silky smooth and warm. It was delightful. I had a gut feeling i was falling for this woman's trap. My own cousin. Sweet!
"Um, Keely?" I whispered.
"What?" Her voice was shaky. I glanced down to her painted face awaiting her eyes to open. Once they did my heart started racing like it had grown legs and feet of its own. My goodness her green eyes shined thru the darkness of the theater. Yep, i have fallen for my cousin.
"Are you comfy like this?" I wiggled my hand trapped in her thighs.
"Are you?" She countered.
"Not really." I meant that as for her to switch her position back to her chair. She took it as wriggling it up my lap and taking my hand to hike it up her dress further, not quite to her panties but closer. "You know what." I had a moment of confidence. I slid my fingers all the way to her panties. Encircling her lacy panties til i found the spot...She jumped slightly and stiffened. I found her weak spot, one of them anyway. "There we go. Are you comfy now?" I stated more than questioned. Her pleasure face was the only answer i received. I didn't stop my assault, in fact i grew more bold. I moved the panties aside and found her raw lips. I traced the outside rims and teased her opening. Once her body produced enough juice that they were spilling out of her juicy pussy I inserted my middle finger and twirled it. Once i figured out there was room for one more I inserted my index and curled them both. I clenched on her box and she moaned out loud for the theater to hear. I covered her mouth as she moaned into my hand. We repositioned so she was on my lap facing the screen with me. I was free to finger Keely as she made sure to keep her legs wide for access. She wanted this. I took my cocky shot. Whispering in her ear with determination, "You're such a good slut for me." She moaned into my hand again. I revved up my fingers strength of curling. "Imagine me doing this on your bed in front of your mirror, naked, with this hand somewhere else. You'd be free to scream all you want." She started grinding into my hand giving her pleasure. One of her hands was on her breast the other on my forearm keeping that hand anchored inside her. Soon she stiffened and shook. Her ragged breath clamped shut as well as her vagina. She was climaxing. "Without my permission? Such a naughty pussy. Very bad slut, you are." that sentence sent her over the cliff. She screamed into my hand and I did my best to keep her on my lap as her body flailed and thrashed. Once her body calmed down I removed my hand from her mouth.
"That was good. I needed that." She panted. I removed my fingers and brought them up my way she stopped my arm and stuck out her tongue shoving my wet fingers into her mouth suckling them. I watched in awe. She then took them out of her mouth and messily placed them on my mouth so I would suck them too. Oh my god, I really think I love this woman. "Good boy." She praised. She ground her ass on my lap finding my raging hard on. She lifted herself off me and straightened her dress. I remembered where we were and frantically looked around to see if anybody saw us. Thankfully, nobody seemed disturbed. Keely sat down in her seat and wrapped her arms around my left arm and snuggled it thru the rest of the movie. I couldn't get out of my head for the rest of it. Does this mean she wants to fuck me? Should I? Would she let me try other stuff? What are her kinks? Stop! Once the movie ended she jumped up and pulled me out of my seat to rush me out of the theater.
We got home and ran into my uncle and aunt. "Hey, you guys go out on another Taco bell date?" My aunt asked without looking up from her ipad.
"Yep! It was fun as usual." Keely answered. The tone in her voice caused her mom to look at her. She arched an eyebrow. We just continued downstairs to her room.
"Young lady." My aunt stated. Keely and I stopped in our tracks. "You know we are going to your sisters tomorrow. But they decided to take us up north for a getaway trip. We won't be back til wednesday, now."
"Oh, okay. Want me to say goodbye to you guys in the morning?" She offered.
"Well that'd be nice. But not necessary. But I will drum up a list of chores for you both to do. We expect it done before we get back. Right, hon." She fished for my uncles final say.
"Yeah. What the lady said." He chimed in for his valuable opinion.
"You got it." I said.
Keely and I went downstairs to her room. She had a great set up. Sturdy bed frame that held a king size mattress. A mini fridge with some of my stock of liquor as well as hers. A vanity with a full body mirror in the center. A small walk in closest. All while being downstairs where there was a private bathroom with walk in shower and pool table with mini gym area. Yeah. They were well off like that. I felt very out of place the first 11 months i lived here. But for some reason I felt even more out of place tonight. "Will, get your drink and get mine ready too. I wanna get something comfy on." She disappeared into her walk in closet. i got out my tequila and her vodka and our cold cups to begin pouring. Once i did that I sat on the back of her bed and turned on her ROKU. We liked to watch certain shows together. So I put one on expecting nothing. Half of me wanting the night to remain like others and us ending up drunk and telling each other how love sucks before passing out. The horny side of me though...
"Knock knock." My uncle said as he hesitated to open the door to Keely's room.
"Hey uncle Austin." I greeted. He looked at me and then around the room.
"Where's Keely?" I was starting to wonder if they ever cared about my wellbeing. Maybe they did and they knew how she operated. I pointed toward her closet. He stood where he was. "Hey, hun. Your mom wanted me to let you know that you parked your car next to the dumpster. In case any marks were to get on it." He remarked. "Also no boys while we're gone. You already know." He smiled at me and then shut the door. An itch started to form telling me that he was a scout but i chose not to scratch it.
Her closet door clicked open. "What did he say?" Her voice escaped the room.
"You parked your car too close to the trash. And no boys. So I guess that means me." I tested. I got off the bed to stand.
"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" she appeared in the doorway. Now, about 3-4 months ago I had told keely(while plastered) that I have a kink of lingerie. Women wearing it, filling it out, outlining their bodies. It gave their feminine figure the perfect shape. Now here she stands in the front of me wearing some. A forest colored babydoll that had silk cloth cups but lace floral pattern curtains that open where her toned femme abs were. The fabric came down to her lower hips. She had on match forest lace hipster panties and a half garter belt that was just above the panties and connected to thigh garter loops. Her hair was no longer tied in a ponytail it flowed freely onto her voluptuous chest. The same scent from before wafted to me, a heavenly cloak of clouds surrounded me. Warmth from my belly spread throughout my body as well focusing on one place in particular. "Will? You okay?" She wiped the corner of my mouth with her thumb. I came out of my trance, she noticed, sticking her thumb into her mouth and moaning. "Were you afraid i'd be wearing this when your uncle opened the door?"
"Something told me thats why he came down here. You may have given away your feelings." I surmised.
"Um what feelings?" She said flustered taking a step back. I smirked and gestured to her clothes. "What this? I just wore these cuz you said that you liked stuff like this."
Suddenly a nerve was struck like a wrong piano key. "Wait. You're not doing all this out of pity are you?" I furrowed my brow. Did she just reveal her hand. I stood with one foot out the door looking at her.
"What?" her response was meek for her personality.
"Its been 5 years. My sob story. You trying to get me laid. That's all this is so I can have a one night stand?" Pretty clever but my heart strings are my only weakness. What was this wetness running down my cheek I wiped it for another streak to replace it. Enough of that. I turned to leave and felt my arm tug back. I looked behind me and Keely had a furious expression. I tried to pull to have her unhand me to no avail.
"You like who you like, right?" She said thru gritted teeth. I decided to let her explain. "You think I'm just playing with you?"
"Make sense. Wouldn't be the first time, you know that." Her face changed to shock and then back to angry before swiftly pulling me into the room causing me to become off balance enough to toss on her bed. "What the hell, Keely?"
"You need to shut the fuck up." I turned to view her elegance or lack there of currently. "I am not just playing you."
"Okay. But why are you acting like this?"
"Man, your trust issues run deep huh?" She pounced on me straddling my thighs. She tugged on my shirt lifting it up over my head but leaving it on my arms. She started poking my chest. "Just how deep do I have to dig to uproot them?" She pouted.
"So, that's why?" She pulled my shirt down to cover my head and mouth.
"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up." Her tone was serious. I grumbled. After a minute of silence she moved my shirt up revealing my mouth. Then a graceful touch to my chin that made me flinch. She giggled. "You can trust me, ya know." Her lips touched mine delicately. We kissed gently. "I'm not going to hurt you, dummy." She kissed me again but this time she licked my top lip again and moaned. "Why do you like me?" I struggled to free myself for a second. She sat back in my lap to watch me struggle i'm sure, before laughing. "Need help?"
"Am I allowed to talk yet?" I sassed. She slapped me playfully before lifting the shirt completely off. The light of the room seemed to help magnify her beauty or maybe it was her lingerie clad self on top of me. I placed my hands on her hips underneath the lace. Her skin was so silky smooth I wanted to drink it in thru my hands. "I like you, Keely, because of how lively you are. How you take time to care for those you love. How your personality is quiet in a loud setting but loud with confidence with the right people. Almost unpredictable but loyal to a fault. I think that those qualities are what make you truly beautiful." I gazed into her glazed eyes. "Of course...you also have a fat ass." I reached around and squeezed it. She blurted a laugh out as she collapsed on my chest.
"I knew it." She panted. She wiped a tear of joy from her mascara.
I can't help but feel a sinking feeling of this being a trap. If not from her then from her mom. Perhaps my trust issues were just flaring up. "What would happen to me if your mom caught us?" I used a free hand to brush her red hair behind her left ear. She flinched.
"Well for one, she have your uncle kick you out. She'd prolly shame me into oblivion. Why, are you scared?" She laid on my chest like a puma watching her prey. I was unbothered by her stare but I was bothered by my fear of getting a taste and dying of thirst. "Are you good at eating pussy? Cuz its hard to find a guy that's good at it." She changed the subject. Either uncomfortable with my truth to the last question or uncomfortable with how it would make her feel.
"I guess we could find out." I said plainly with a grin. She blinked shocked at my answer. But her brazen self wouldn't let that sit, speaking of sit. She sat up and started to move forward to hover her pussy above my face. She stared down with a wicked smile, then she moved her panties to the side and descended. I waited patiently til her pussy touched my lips before I stuck my tongue inside. The shock made her moan. I then went to work on finding her clit and making sure to lick from side to side like trying to move the curtains to see daylight. I had no idea what I was doing. But I know I loved the aroma, the taste, and the sounds she was making. I switched up the direction my lapping to vertical first lightly, but then she grabbed my hair and dug her nails into my scalp which drove me to push against her clit harder with my tongue. I could taste her juices leaking like a broken dam. Her hips jerked and she ground herself into my face. She was not quiet and I wasn't going to help her with that. I reached up to her boobs trying to find her nipples while being assaulted until I got fed up and ripped her fabric to expose her big tits. I found her nipples quite easily after that, not too big, but kinda puffy, and they were pierced? Oh man, i wanna see if they taste like pennies. I twisted on nipple and Keely threw her back in such an arch she could almost kiss my dick, might be something I try later.
Her juices were spilling all over my face and down my neck. I finally dragged the fat base of my tongue against her clit until I could flick it and then moaned into her sweet vagina. Every molecule in her started to shake, good thing her bed was a king size foam mattress, otherwise people would've thought it was an earthquake. Her face went red and she strained herself from screaming. I didn't have any leverage to change positions so I just kept doing what i was doing. Til a sharp inhale sounded out and she fell backwards onto my body. I reached out quickly to grab her arms so she wouldn't fall off her bed onto her neck just in time. I sat up and gathered her into me in a steamy embrace. "Hey, Keely. Are you okay?" She just panted. She came to life and lapped my face like a dog in heat.
"Yesh. God, that felt sho good, Daddy." She was definitely in heat now. Her cheeks flushed and eyes were glazed over.
"You okay?" Without saying another word she slid down off me and yanked off my shorts revealing my boner. My 6 inches was in full view to her. I knew I wasn't the biggest she's seen or had, but I had something, I thought til she gobbled my entire dick up in one inhale. No gagging at first, but she was holding her breath. She unsheathed my blade dragging her tongue along the base. She stopped at my tip and then encircled it before downing it again. This time she gagged and pulled off. Stroking it with one of her small hands she looked up at me with such a naughty smile. I stroked her cheek lovingly while she slapped my dick on her tongue. "Good girl." She furrowed her brows and then consumed my cock once more. Trying to get it deep in her throat like she needed it more than air. I appreciated that so I stroked the back of her head. Then I felt it, I was about to cum. I didn't say anything. I grasped clumps of her hair and she knew what was coming. I began to fuck her face. At this point she wasn't my cousin. She wasn't even Keely the human. She was just a fuck hole that I was using to cum inside of. "You hear me, you fucking slut? I don't give a fuck if you can breathe right now. Your only purpose is to swallow my fucking cum. Like a good bitch. You fucking hear me?" I was animalistic. "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME YOU FUCKING SLUT? Take. My. Cum." And like that I came inside her throat. She choked and gagged trying to maintain eye contact til i let go of her head. She exhaled and coughed up my cum into her hands. I drifted back down from heaven into my body and realized what I'd done. "Oh shit. I'm sorry Keely." Once she caught her breath she smiled at me and then lapped my cum up out of her palms. "Oh my god, you are such a good girl."
She got done with her meal and I couldn't help myself I leaned down and kissed her. We swapped saliva with our frenching but I didn't care. She was so hot. "Hey, You made me cum from sucking your dick. That's never happened before." I think I knew one of her kinks. Can't wait to exploit others i have in mind. She rose up grabbing my softening meat stick to line it up with her gorgeous pussy. I held her hips as she touched my tip to her entrance, but she paused. "Will. Eye's up here." I almost didn't listen, ripping my glazed eyes off our mating point to view her lust controlled leer was the right choice. "Good boy." And she let her body sink down onto me. I jolted with pleasure. It was so wet, like a slip and slide but with pangs of resistance. She quickly bottomed out, but she also gasped. "Oh, yes. I've been waiting for this." She didn't move an inch at first. Almost as if she too was enjoying the moment of our incestual bond. I swear i grew 2 more inches that moment, but it was most likely just in my head.
"Holy shit, you're tight." I said thru gritted teeth. She pushed her tits in my face like a mother coddling her child. I couldn't help but motorboat them before latching onto her left nipple, piercing and all. Licking around the metal before going under on one side and wriggling to the other, all while sucking like a vacuum. She started gyrating picking up her pace swiftly. Within 5 mins minutes my raging dick was not only kissing her cervix but making her howl to the moon.
"OH FUCK! FUCK ME, BABY! rightthererightthererightthere! AHHHHYEEESSSSSSSS FUCK! DONT YOU DARE STOP. DONT YOU FUCKIN' DARE." She pressed her forehead onto mine so our eyes had no escape from contact while she basically rode a mechanical bull. It wasn't long before she put both her hands around my neck and forced me to lay on my back while her gyrating sped up to a bounce then ground out. "Cum inside me, Will. CUM! Now. Be a Good boy for mommy." Whoa. i couldn't even hold it in if I wanted. That line plus her hold on my throat. Maybe I'm a masochist with mommy issues? But my cock erupted inside my cousins pussy. "Yessssssss. deep inside me. I want that cum so bad daddy. Such a naughty pussy for you. AH AHHHHHHHh OHFUC-SHHHHHHHHIIIIIIITT. MMMMMMHAHAHAGOD DAMN you ah you cum so much." I had to have emptied an entire nut into her womb. If she didn't get pregnant I would be surprised. WAIT.
"Keely, no! You'll get-" She shushed me with her finger.
"It's okay. I'm on birth control...this time." she giggled. i sighed.
"Give me a mini heart attack." I panted.
"Well, what if I did? Would you be ashamed?" She laid down on my chest again with me still inside her. i thought about it. We are cousins. So yes. But she's hot, so fuck it.
"Nah...I think its hot. But i'd also take responsibility. I think we could be good parents." My honesty must've shocked her. She was wide eyed when I glanced down at her.
"Wow. Okay. Well next time, I will be fertile for you." I smiled.
"Okay, Mommy." I mocked. We both chortled and burst out laughing. Once I fell out of her juicy pussy she got off me to go to the bathroom. It was the first Friday in a long time that I didn't drink alcohol. First time in a long time I felt passion in sex. I wanted more. But at this time I felt tired and when Keely came back into the room I could see she wanted similar. She put on a pair of red lacy hipster panties and a crop top that barely covered her big titties. She climbed into bed and invited me under the covers with her. The time was 11pm. We cuddled together and soon drifted to a deep slumber. My last thought; What do I dream when my dream has come true?
--To Be Continued? Yes.
Next time on An Orlando Story...Kinks, love, and drama.
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Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 13
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Taboo/Incest
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Hey everyone, thanks for continuing to read and comment!...and put up with the typews. I get in the zone, I like to write quickly, and I like to keep the story rolling... So let's keep the story rolling.
As soon as I was through the door, Melissa was all over me. When she smelled my mouth, she kissed and licked me like cupid's freaky stepsister had been using my wife for target practice. She fondled me, and I told her "you'll love the present waiting down there too!"
She fell to her knees, pulling me out.
"Oo, I do love it!" she said, sucking my damp dick into her mouth. She bobbed for a minute, then paused and looked up. "So, Romeo, is love in the air, or just on your dick."
"It's definitely in the air. A lifetime's worth -- oh you mean Danielle?"
She rolled her eyes at my corny joke.
"She hasn't said it outright yet, but I don't think it will be long."
"Stud" she said approvingly, and went back to sucking me clean. Let me tell you, learning that my wife loved me fucking other women was one thing. Learning that it turned her on to see me romancing another woman? That was so wild I almost didn't know what to think. Or I wouldn't have, if Melissa's desire hadn't continued to be very, very obvious as I dated Danielle and her wedding grew closer.
A couple of days later I called Tammy. We caught up a bit and I told her I had a job for her. I told her that I had a date the next night, and I wanted to come home to my wife and her sister in bed. Tammy loved the idea.
"Really rev each other up, okay?"
"You got it Mister Lipstick. So we're the after party?"
"Saving the best for last!"
"Just don't wear yourself out on your date -- is it Susan, Danielle, somebody new?"
"Danielle. I do need to go see Susan and Hannah."
"We need to hire a harem manager."
"Good idea! It would have to be a woman though, and we all know how that would end up..."
She laughed "no kidding -- and then she'd start abusing her authority, and it would just get messy."
"That's tomorrow night!"
"Getting messy? Mm, I hope so!"
I called Danielle and made sure she was free the next night. She had to cancel on Alan, but she didn't hesitate.
Melissa teased me for a long time before I left the next afternoon. I returned the favor, talking about what her sister was going to do to her. I got her turned on, but holy shit did she have hungry for pussy. She was naked on the couch, her legs spread as wide as possible when I left. Her goodbye wish was "go get her Romeo. Make her fall in love!" I turned around, walked back in and gave her pussy one deep lick. Then I kissed her and said "anything for you baby!"
Tammy pulled up as I was leaving. I gave her a kiss too. "Drive her crazy Tammy."
"Can do -- have fun with Danielle!"
I didn't even get the chance to knock on Danielle's door. She was right at the end of the driveway, wearing a pair of Daisy Dukes and a tied off shirt that was clearly also serving as her bra. I got out, gave her a big kiss, and opened the door. She leaned over at the waist, pretending to brush something off of the seat. Her shorts did NOT cover her pussy. The tiny bit of fabric that kept them from being a skirt had slipped to the side, and her shaved pussy was on display, just for me.
She played with my dick as I drove us to the park. We got out and started walking, taking the same trail as before. Once I learned she'd had a good day, I asked about the wedding. She was telling me all about it, sounding nervously happy for most of it. I reassured her.
"Listen love, you don't have worry about upsetting me. I want you to have a wonderful wedding. I want you to be my married harem member, and you want that too, right?"
"I do; I think t's going to make being your lover even more exciting. Oh, and I love him. I just..."
"What is it my wood nymph?"
She smiled. "He wants to use standard vows. I think --"
"You think it's impersonal and dull, and wish he was putting more thought into it?"
She smiled, in a confused, sad sort of way.
I got down on one knee. "Danielle, you are my lover and my love. You bring me joy, by making me happy and by allowing me to make you happy. Your beauty, your caring, and most of all your adventurous spirit inspire me. Our love defies the rules, and remakes them. Join me in my harem, and you gain not one love but many loves. Let us forge an adventure few will understand, but will build you up as you love and obey me, and I learn every day to love you more deeply. This I pledge."
She stared down at me. Her eyes were rimmed with moisture. She was silent for a few moments. Then she said "please stand up Carl." I thought she was mad at me, or disappointed or something. It'd never seen the look that was on her face.
"That was beautiful. Hell, you made that up, didn't you? Right on the spot?"
"Well, not really. I'd been thinking about your wedding a lot, and what I'd want our vows to sound like."
"What would my vow be?" she whispered.
"Well, I hope you'd want to say something like 'Carl, your love has taught me more about who I am. Your love has taught me more about who I can be. I am more than the superficial worlds sees, and I love you for seeing that. The surface marriage exists to highlight the deeper truth, that our love, our deeper bond transcends the everyday. In truth, at my core, I am yours. I love you, I will obey you, and I live for our love. Being your forest nymph is my truth. When we are together, I am yours. When we cannot be, I am yours even more deeply, and our love sustains me until we are together again.'"
She kissed my lips, staring into my eyes.
"Wow. I want to hear that again."
"You liked it?"
"I shouldn't -- even in our vows I'm divided between him and you. But it's knd of -- well, it speaks to me. There's always been the me everyone sees, and she has her good points. I could walk away from her, but she's part of me. The good little girl, the good conventional wife. But the best thing about her is the contrast she throws against the real me, the forest nymph. No one has ever seen her, much less understood her, the way you do."
"Wow -- that's -- wow. What are you saying Danielle?"
"Carl, I'm saying I love you. I want you to write those vows down, as close as you can, and we'll say them to each other on my wedding day."
"Your wedding day with Al?"
"Alan, but yes. You want me to marry him, and in a lot of ways it's the right thing to do, but my forest nymph wants us to say vows that day. They will mean even more to me."
"That sounds wonderful Danielle. Tell me you love me again."
"I love you Carl."
"I love you Danielle. I hope you love Melissa too."
"Melissa allows you to be with me -- she's queen of the harem. I can't tell you -- her -- how grateful I am for that."
"You're amazing my forest nymph. I love how you figure all this out for yourself. Conventions be damned."
"Not totally by myself. I figure it out with you my love." She sank to her knees, right there on the trail. I didn't care at all about the risks. My lover wanted to suck me, and I wanted to be inside her. I slid into her mouth, feeling her soft tongue, the wetness, the incredible suction as she pulled her head back. I found my phone and got a picture. She smiled up at me, her lush lips wrapped around my shaft.
"Please send that to Melissa. Tell her I want permission to love her husband."
"Done baby." I sent the photo and the message.
Melissa took a few minutes to respond. Even knowing how much all this turned my wife on, those were a long couple of minutes.
"Danielle, you have permission to love him. You serve him, and me, and we will give you love and joy in return. And orgasms."
I showed it to Danielle. She took the phone and texted back "Yes, queen of the harem. Your forest nymph agrees. Be my deeper truth, together!" She finished with a kiss emoji. Melissa sent back two kisses.
Danielle sucked me back into her mouth. She clearly wanted to celebrate with a meal. I ran my fingers through my lover's hair as she worked on me, driving me closer and closer to release.
"Wait wait wait holy fuck that feels good but wait!"
"What?" Danielle gasped.
"We just became lovers on a whole new level. I want our first time to be completely naked, not half dressed and... we should take our time."
Danielle rubbed my dick on her face. I could see she was thinking.
"I've got an idea then. Give my pussy a pump, because I am a forest nymph after all."
"MY forest nymph."
"Your forest nymph. So here." She pulled her shorts down just enough. We really could have just moved the strip of fabric to the side, the shorts were so indecent. But she pulled them down, bent over, and I slid into the liquid depths of my new.... Harem forest nymph wife? I wasn't pondering terminology as her body gripped me.
She popped up all too quickly. I had been starting to reevaluate my silly "lets take our time" idea, but Danielle really liked her idea. She pulled up her shorts and led me back to the car. It seemed to take forever. We'd been talking for a while I suppose. At least we were deep in the woods when we were fooling around on the trail.
She asked me to drive her home. She didn't care where I parked. She pulled me out of the car and led me to her door. Once we were inside, she quickly showed me around her little apartment. It was cozy and pretty. I liked her decorating. She smiled when I told her so.
"Thank you lover. I'm going to be adding more nature to my decorating. I'm a forest nymph. But now your forest nymph needs you to be patient, and keep your eyes closed. Wait, hang on. She pulled a bottle out of a cabinet and poured me a drink. Then she found a sleep mask.
She moved a chair to face the door. "This may take a few minutes, so wear this and enjoy your drink."
'Mm, there's wheat in the mash bill."
"What?"
"The whiskey. It has wheat in it, not just corn."
"Really? I -- nevermind. Keep the mask on."
"I thought you were going to obey me" I said with a chuckle.
"True. This is a request, my love. Trust me, you'll enjoy it."
I kept the mask on, and sipped from my glass. I really got a lot out of it. Fewer distractions with my eyes covered? Sharpened senses from the anticipation? Silly bullshit from a manically horny mind? Who knows. I took the last swig. I was swishing it around in my mouth when she said "okay my love."
I turned, and almost spit out the whiskey. There she stood in her wedding gown. She hadn't done much with her makeup besides some very, very red lipstick, but she had on the full gown, veil and all.
"The groom shouldn't see this before the wedding. But rules like that are for Alan, not for the forest nymph. So here I am." She twirled, which was almost disastrous -- her legs got tangled in the fluffy gown -- I don't know what to call the lower half, but the train or something didn't exactly help her twirl easily.
We got her straightened out, and then she lifted her leg. Her hand grabbed her ankle, and she lifted. She was almost doing the splits, balancing on one leg. Unfortunately her ruffles and lace hid what she was offering me. I brushed aside the layers, finally discovering the shaved, spread vagina hidden from the world but open to me. The sight took my breath away.
"You are stunning."
"Take me in my gown" she said. I helped her hold her leg up, and kissed her. She leaned against me, open, vulnerable, almost helpless in her pose. I wished like hell I had gotten undressed instead of just sitting there having a drink.
I wrapped my arms around her and lifted. She was pinned against me with her leg up. Her pussy was still spread, drooling. I could smell it as I carried her to the bed. I set her down, stood up, and set a world record for how fast a man can get undressed. She gathered her skirts and lifted her legs. There was that shaved pussy again. There was the tattoo that already marked her as mine. I kissed the tattoo, and said "tell me what you want."
"I want you to tell me to take your dick. I want you to mount your forest nymph, lover. Be the first to take me in my gown and consummate our vows."
I pulled her to the edge of the bed, and rubbed my knob through her lips.
"Tell me you love me when I put it in you, okay?"
"Yessss" she hissed. I sank my erection into my nymph, and she gasped "I love you!"
"You are my forest nymph, my lover" I said as I pulled back for the next stroke.
"Forever" she gasped as I began to mate with her, taking her for myself in an intimate, improvised ceremony of consummation.
She tried to scoop her breasts out of the dress, but it was too rigid. From the waist up, the damn thing was armor. From the waist down, we were joined.
"Picture! I want pictures!" she gasped. It was a good idea, so I pulled out and got my phone. She lifted her legs in an obscenely inviting vee. Her puffy, wet pussy was on display for me and the camera. I took some shots that captured all of her, then got a couple of closeups, making sure the lipstick was visible too. Then I put an inch into her and got a couple of photos. Then I rammed in suddenly, rewetting my dick in her unprotected snatch. I got couple of photos showing the wetness, then rammed in again and photographed our pelvises mashed together. I sent a couple of them to Melissa, and then got back to pounding Danielle.
"We're wrinkling my dress -- I love it. I hope people wonder what I've been doing. I know my mother will wonder. Fuck I wish you could suck my tits!"
"God I love your bare pussy baby. It feels so amazing!"
"You like my pussy? Does it feel good?"
"Fucking amazing!"
I was moving deep inside her, and she flexed her muscles as she talked about her pussy. It felt amazing, watching myself violate this fiancée's body, framed in waves of white. I wanted a look at her ass, so I pulled out and told her to roll over.
She had a bit of trouble managing all the fabric, but she got there. When she was on her knees, the first thing I saw were her shoes. They were white of course, but barely had a heel.
"Are those the shoes you're going to wear?"
"Yes, Alan picked them out."
"Sheesh. Well I'm picking better ones tomorrow. You'll wear the shoes I choose."
"Okay, okay, now please fuck me!" She had gathered up her skirts and pulled them forward, giving me the view I'd been hoping for. The smooth, pert cheeks of her ass framed her pink little holes. I leaned over and ran my tongue from her clit up to her asshole. I paused at her pussy's opening, then moved up and licked her puckered little hole. Deeply.
"Oh fuck, what are you doing to me? Holy fuck! Oh!"
I slipped a finger into her pussy. She panted, squirmed, and orgasmed for me. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and get the best possible taste of her pleasure, but I didn't want to change things up and interrupt her orgasm. I felt her asshole clench and quiver on my tongue.
"Please -- your dick -- fuck me!"
I slipped between her lips, spreading them but not entering. She moaned and pushed back, trying to take me into her body.
"Ah ah ah -- what are you baby?"
"Your forest nymph."
"That's right -- you're my wild forest nymph, but you also vowed to obey. So when do you get my dick?"
"When you say so lover."
"Good girl -- you're so amazing. Wild and free, more than anyone else knows, but also a very good, obedient lover for me. You are one in ten million my love."
I stroked her clit with my knob, massaging it.
"I'm so glad I make you happy. Please give me that dick Carl. I need you inside me. I need to feel your dick, your love, filling me up."
I kept teasing her clit until she was a quivering, drooling, writhing mess.
"Fuck, PLEASE, I need your dick! I need your dick so fucking bad! Please? I need your cock more than air!"
"Tell me you love me my nymph."
"I love you! PLEASE PUuuuuuuuaaaaahhh!'" I sank my dick into my lover.
"Whose bride are you really?"
"Yours, yours, oh fuck yes fuck me with that dick! Oh fuck!"
I was thrusting deep and hard now, holding her ass and taking her vagina. She grunted and flexed, lost in the feeling of my dick plundering her body. I wished I could fondle her breasts, but the dress prevented that. Hell, I couldn't even them at first. She was a mass of frilly white with two legs and a pussy!
"Carl I fucking love your dick. I bet you've already fucked me more than Alan has."
"Seriously?"
"Oh god please don't stop! I think so. We'll make sure you have. He's not getting any on his wedding night. I'll get him drunk, say I have a headache, whatever. Poor guy, he's hardly ever going to fuck his wife, because I'm really your wife. I'll let him once or twice so he can't ask for annulment, and then he better get used to celibacy. My pussy is for you."
"Well, he chose to be who he is. Guess who WILL get fucked on her wedding night?" I asked.
"Me?"
"That's right lover. My nymph is NOT going to have a celibate wedding day."
"Oo, what are you going to do to me my love?"
"You'll see. You're going to have a great day. Oh, and you're going to lose your wedding ring, act upset, and I'll give you the new one. You can tell him you replaced it yourself!"
"I'll get rid of it within 24 hours!"
"Well hold on -- love the enthusiasm, but it has to be at a time when you can get a new one without it seeming staged. Probably after the honeymoon."
"Oof, the honeymoon. What am I going to do? I mean, you've got other women to fuck, but I'm going to be stuck with him for two weeks!"
"We'll figure something out. Worst case, give him a lay or two then start showing him what his life is really going to be like. While sending me sexy photos!"
"I don't want to think about it. Just fuck me baby. All I want to think about it your dick, how good it feels inside me!"
I gave her what she asked for. I was amazed at the thought of fucking a woman who loved me, while another woman who loved me waited at home. For more fucking. Unbelievable.
"Hey, where'd you go? Your forest nymph needs cock!"
"Sorry lover, I was just wondering if I should make you wait until your wedding day to get my cum again."
I could tell right away that she did not like the idea. At all. She took a deep, nervous breath and said "your nymph will obey if that's what you want my love."
"Good girl" I said, and kept moving inside her. I slowed a bit, not wanting to finish before I made up my mind about waiting for the wedding.
"I want to try something" I said after a few more minutes. "Let me have some room." She moved to the side and I got on my back. She started to swing a leg over my cock, but I smiled and hooked my finger at her. She smiled, and my face soon entered a world of white and pink. Her dress trapped me in a sauna where her aroma was the steam. Holy shit. I was high on pussy perfume. I swear, I heard tastes and felt sounds as she fed me the snatch I'd been probing. I was barely coherent enough to do a good job. If she had wanted me to just lay there while she rubbed herself on me that would have been fine with me!
But I take pride in a job well done. And pleasing my women. So I licked as she rode my face. It took some work, but I got a hand under her dress and fingered her. Soon I had my nymph writhing and moaning. Her fluids soaked my face. We were both loving it. She screamed my name and orgasmed on me. I licked and tongued her as she shuddered on top of me. Her clit was so hard it felt like it would bruise my tongue.
When she was done, she gently rubbed herself on my mouth. I was in no hurry for that to end, but after a while she leaned over, crawled forward, and kissed my dick. Then she crawled all the way off of me.
"Please stand up my love."
I stood over her. She looked wonderful. I don't think she was kneeling. I couldn't see her legs of course, but I think the was doing that knees together, calves to the side sort of pose that looks so fetching when a woman is naked. Her veil was over her face, obscuring her breasts a bit but also adding a bit of mystery. She pulled on the top of her dress. From this angle I could finally get a peek at her breasts as the rigid top angled forward slightly.
She rose slightly, grabbed my rod and said "I'd like to suck you my love -- may I?"
All I could do was nod. I was too captivated by this woman who had promised herself to another, then discovered a far deeper connection with me. I loved the thought of her living her superficial, normal life, and secretly giving herself to me at every opportunity. Not just because of lust, but because I'd won her on an even deeper level. I hoped that life would be as satisfying for her as it was going to be for me. I was confident it would be.
She slowly pulled the veil back and took me in her mouth. A really good blowjob is as visual as it is physical. The visual was exquisite. This fiancée was wearing her wedding dress early, just for me. She was giving me a very meaningful gift, even more than the times we'd fucked one on one or with more of the harem.
"My dick is wet. I'm soaked in you."
"I know" she said, taking me into her mouth with a seductive roll of her head.
The blowjob she gave me that evening was amazing. She locked her eyes on mine and never glanced away. I swear she didn't even blink. She knelt in her wedding dress and mouthed my rod like it was an act of worship, of adoration. Her lips were sealed to me, her tongue working within her mouth to tease my cock to the bursting point. She felt me get close, then she jammed me down her throat and tightened her lips around my base, massaging and almost serving as a cock ring. After a minute or two of that, she got back to sliding me in and out of her loving, hungry mouth. I stroked her hair as she worked my cock. She moaned with pleasure at times. It was obvious that this was satisfying a need in her as well. Her mouth slid up and down my shaft, sometimes slowly and sensually, sometimes with a desperate hunger. She felt my throbbing, and did another oral cock ring maneuver. She kept staring up at me, lust and love battling in her eyes.
When she judged that she'd administered her cool-down treatment correctly, she cupped my balls and really got to work. The sensuality was gone. She was a hungry nymph who knew what she wanted. She stroked my balls. She moaned as she throated me. She bobbed furiously. I ran my fingers through her hair. Sometimes that's a prelude to taking over, but she was already going as fast as I ever do while face fucking a woman.
She felt me throb. She took me deep. And then, when I thought she was going to cool me down again, she hummed and slammed her head up and down me even faster. She finally broke eye contact; she couldn't maintain it while she was working that hard. I felt the first rope of cum surge up my shaft and into her mouth. Her eyes flew open. She stared at me as my hips jerked. She teased my balls, wanting everything they had to give. So much for making her wait for my load. She was sucking it out of me, feeding on my lust, taking my satisfaction into her mouth. I was rocking above her, giving her what she craved as she knelt before me in that pure, white dress.
When every drop I had to give was in her mouth, she slowly slid me out. I stood there gasping. She settled back, stared up, and opened her mouth. I could barely see her tongue at first. Then she began to swirl it though my semen. She pushed a bit of my cum onto her lip, then tilted her head to draw it back in. She stuck out her frosted tongue and ran it over her lips. She tilted her head far back and puckered, pushing a little bubbling pool of sperm through the tiny orifice. Then she sucked it all back in. She leaned forward again, and let her mouth hang open. Slowly my sperm covered her lower lip. She moved a tiny bit, and it puddled there, paused. I didn't realize fluid could balance that way.
Then she slowly, deliberately pushed against the pool of semen. It cascaded down over her lip. A stream of my cum ran down her chin. She stared up at me as it gathered at the bottom of her jaw. Then a big glob dropped, landing right on her cleavage. It landed an inch above the neckline of the dress. It slid down as she pushed more of me out of her mouth. A little puddle grew where the cleavage met the neckline. I watched as my body soaked into the dress. It was marked with my sperm. When she felt it, she licked the rest off of her lip, drawing it back into her mouth. She threw her head back, her throat moved, and she showed me her empty mouth. She had swallowed far more than she'd used to mark her dress.
I drew a big gulp of air. Her erotic display had almost overwhelmed my instinct to breathe.
"Did your forest nymph please you my love?"
"You give me more pleasure than I can express Danielle."
"I don't know how obvious it will be, but I wanted to mark my dress with your sperm."
"I love it. Don't move, I want to get a picture." She smiled as I took a couple of photos.
"I loved sitting on your face in my gown baby."
"I did too -- need another round?"
She bit her lip, gave my dick a quick suck and said "Yes please -- your forest nymph needs more tongue!"
I climbed onto the bed and lay back. She crawled up over me and once again, I was under her bridal tent. I'd loved eating pussy for a long time at that point. I literally had decades of experience. I considered myself a connoisseur of the aromas, the feeling of a woman under my tongue, the tastes, the feel of thighs clamping onto my cheeks and jaw. Right then and there if I'd been made king for a day, you'd have wanted to buy stock in hoop skirts. All other forms of women's clothing would have been banned minutes after the coronation.
So I got comfortable; I planned to be there for a long, long time. Once or twice I wished another of my lipstick ladies had been there to suck me or ride me, but I was feasting and I was loving it. Danielle was too; she made a few remarks about my tongue and being glad she'd chosen a dress with a big skirt instead of something more form fitting, but then she devolved into babbling and moaning. She checked occasionally to make sure she wasn't breaking my jaw, but the uninterrupted tongue work probably kept her from getting too worried about that.
Her next orgasm was quick and intense. I kept right on going. She loved it. Her incoherent, appreciative babble began to include more actual words, like "Carl" and "tongue" and "cumming." It was getting hot under those ruffles, and I didn't mind at all. In fact, I hoped it would open my pores and let her fragrance soak into me. I was that committed to licking her, to making her cum. She did. Several times. Each time arrived faster than the last, and she got louder and louder, until she screamed, spasmed, and put ALL of her weight on my mouth. I really did start to worry about a dislocated jaw or something like that, but I never gave up. I kept doing everything I could to intensify her pleasure. Finally her screams became wordless gasps, and her grinding slowed. She was still pressed against me, but she was still. Very still. I could her my heart pounding, and her breathing.
"What WAS that?" she finally asked.
I played it off as if I'd planned it. Like I'd been holding back on her until she earned the next level.
"That was your reward for falling in love with me, my forest nymph."
"Wow. Are you sure you want me to get married? Wouldn't you rather have a live-in maid? I'll make sure Michelle gets as much out of it as you do!"
"Melissa?"
"Uh, right, Melissa. Sorry."
"Don't sweat it. It's amazing I've never called Tammy Susan, or... ugh. The possibilities are endless and bad."
"Unlike endless and good, which is a decent summary of what you just did to me."
"Good? Just... good?"
"Endless and life altering. How's that?"
"Excellent. Much better."
"Can I show my appreciation?"
"Gratitude is good, and the world needs more goodness."
"Help me out of this dress."
"As the bride wishes."
When I said that, she got a glint in her eye, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one hell of a kiss.
"You're right you know, I should get married. Being your lover is intense."
"I wouldn't be where I am if I were always wrong. Now, does this gorgeous thing zip, or are there buttons, or what?"
"Zipper. Here you go."
I unzipped her and stood back.
"Hang on!" I grabbed my phone and set it up for video. "Take it off slowly."
Danielle smiled. I started recording. She stared into the lens and licked her lips. Then she slowly began pushing the dress down. It slid a little, slowly exposing her breasts. When they were both clear of the dress she stopped and teased her nipples. She pushed it down further, teasing at revealing her pussy. She stopped when her tattoo was just peeking out. She turned around and bent over, showing me more and more of her ass as she slowly slid the white dress down. Finally she stepped out of it. She was wearing nothing but the heels I was going to replace.
I helped her step over the pile of dress, and picked it up. I had already stained it and wrinkled it a fair bit, I didn't want to take it too far. If it got too bad she'd have to clean it, and I didn't want that.
I was holding it up, looking around for the hangar when Danielle wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "You're so thoughtful Carl, I love you."
"Thank you my nymph. Where's the hangar?"
"Here, let me get it." She went into the bathroom and came out with the hangar. We got the dress taken care of and put in the closet. I took off her shoes and threw them in the trash. That seemed to turn her on, and she pulled me to the bed. I ended up on top of her. Her legs were spread, and I slid right into her.
"Oh fuck yes. I'm your mate. Fuck your forest nymph!"
I was deep inside her, sucking her nipple as I probed her wet, hot depths.
"That's it, fuck me -- god I love your dick, I love how you fuck me, I just love you!"
"I love you too my nymph." I gave her several more minutes of deep thrusts, then said "Suck me lover!"
I pulled out and knelt on the bed. She crawled over in front of me and sucked my wet dick into her mouth. I took her head in my hands and used her mouth. Her tongue was working the underside as I shafted her eager face.
"Don't move." I pulled out of her mouth and crawled around behind her. I rubbed my dick in the valley of her upturned ass, then down between her thighs.
"Please -- please put it in. Take me. Take me from my fiancée baby!"
"You're starting to get off on that, aren't you my forest nymph?"
"Do you want me to? Do you like fucking me away from him?"
"Whose dick do you want?"
"Yours! Your fucking dick!"
"Who did you vow to obey?"
"You baby, only you!"
"Are you going to obey him?"
"No, just you and this dick!"
I pulled out and moved around in front of her again, sliding my wet dick into her mouth.
"That's it baby, show my what an adventurous nymph you are! Show me the woman no other man will ever see!"
She sucked me eagerly, deeply, moaning with pleasure the whole time. I rolled her over and got on top of her.
"That's it baby, give your forest nymph the cock she needs!" Her legs were up, opening her thighs to give me her pussy. I grunted as I used her body. I rolled us over and she rocked on top of me, fucking herself with my rock hard erection. She sat straight up, running her hands over her face, her neck, her breasts. Her hips ground back and forth, moving me inside her. I mauled her breasts, and felt her getting close.
"Get on the table!" She gave me a last couple of thrusts and hopped off. She hopped onto the little table in her kitchenette, spreading her legs. Instead of fucking her, I pulled up a chair and began to dine between her legs.
"Oh fuck, really, right here? Right on my table? Fuck that tongue! Don't you want to fuck me!?"
I stood up, rammed my cock into her, and sat right back down.
"Oh, okay! AAAHH!" I wanted to make her cum on her table. I slid two fingers into her. She was wet and I'd just been inside her, so the two fingers slipped right into her. I tongued her clit and worked the fingers in and out of her. She draped her legs over my shoulders, and I began curling my fingers.
"Oh fuck that feels good oh fuck oh fuck yes! Yes! YES!"
She was having trouble sitting still. I tried to use my fingers to pull her to my mouth. The pressure inside her was having a hell of an effect. I felt her clit get harder. Her fluids were soaking the table. She sat on her elbows to watch me lick her beautiful pussy, pausing occasionally to kiss her lipstick.
"You -- gasp -- fucking love -- gasp -- eating pussy -- gasp don't you?"
I composed eloquent, poetic, enthusiastic replies in my head. "Mm-HM!" I what I actually said.
She orgasmed on my face. Her writhing got hard to control as her juices lubricated her ass. She slipped all over her table. I loved watching her get off. I had the perfect point of view to her loud orgasm.
I picked her up and carried her to her bed. She fell back, exhausted. I got between her legs -- it was my turn now. She grunted as I pushed her legs open and entered her body.
"Show me you love my dick, nymph!" I said as I bottomed out.
"Love -- uh -- your dick!" she moaned. She was almost passed out!
She opened herself to me, and I probed inside her body. I took her hard and fast, while sucking her breasts. I slid it into her slowly and deeply, while sucking on her neck. I folded her body in half and ground my knob against her cervix. I rolled her onto her side, and literally fucked her sideways, admiring the view of her young breasts as they lay against each other. I lifted a leg to display her pussy, then swung one leg over her bottom leg. That ground me against her clit at the deepest point of every stroke, and she really seemed to enjoy that.
Layng on her side made it easy for me to pull out and put my cock in her mouth. She tried to suck, but she was exhausted. I used her mouth for a while, pushing my wet dick in deep enough to rub her nose in my pubic hair.
I got behind her and spooned her, fondling her breasts as my cock slipped back inside her pussy. She gave me a warm, satisfied moan as my hips rocked behind her. The cheeks of her ass felt wonderful pressed against me. I gripped her breasts as we mated. Finally my need rose. I was going to cum.
"I'm going to cum inside you my nymph, my lover."
She answered with a whimper of approval and need.
"Take my sperm." I twitched, throbbed, and my cock ejaculated inside her body. I slid around to get as deep as possible, ending up in sort of a laying doggystyle fuck. I was breeding my nymph. My cum soaked her insides, my whole body spasming as my long-awaited orgasm filled her with sperm.
I woke up hours later. I was still on my side, but Danielle was sucking me. A bit of moonlight shone through the window. I was hard inside her warm, soft mouth. I wasn't sure if I knew she was awake, so I lay back and let her do whatever she wanted. She was slowly sliding me in and out of her mouth. I could hear what sounded like fingering. The occasional moan sent waves of extra pleasure through my erection.
Finally I couldn't pretend any longer. I rolled her onto her back and mounted her mouth. My face was between her legs, licking up the juices she'd stirred up with her fingers. She grabbed my ass and encouraged me to fuck her mouth. I was gentle but deep. She gagged a few times, but her encouragement never paused. Neither did my tongue fucking. I was inside her at both ends, and loving it! So was she -- it wasn't long before a finger on her clit made her cum, writhing underneath me.
I got up and put her on her hands and knees. I used her pussy, fucking her hard. We were rocking the bed as I used her. She gasped her encouragement.
"Fuck your slutty nymph baby! Love that fucking cock!"
She was pushing back against me. I enjoyed her demonstration of desire, but she was running my rhythm. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, pulling her head back.
"Oh yessss, that's it, take me! Fuck me! Fuck my like my fiancée can't! FUCK!"
Holy shit did that turn me on! I was actually shocked at how much her statement inspired me. I tightened my grip and fucked, pistoning away inside my forest nymph. My harem girl. My lipstick lady. I was staking my claim -- reinforcing it really. She was already mine.
"I can't wait for your wedding day. I'm going to take you like you've never been taken before."
She moaned. I pulled her hair back a bit harder.
"You want that don't you?"
She moaned. The answer was obvious. It also wasn't good enough.
"You want that, don't you? You want me to take you on your wedding day?"
"YES! So fucking bad! I want to be his bride and your whore, your forest nymph!"
"Good girl. Good nymph" I growled as I hammered my shaft into her molten depths. I used the handful of hair to move her head, just to make her feel my control. She moaned, then gasped. I slid a wet finger into her ass. She gasped loudly, then I felt her shift a bit. I guessed she was playing with her breasts. Soon I didn't have to guess about her orgasm. Her body was spasming under me, which pulled her hair no matter what I did. That meant extra stimulation, which just made her cum harder!
She was gasping and moaning, but no actual words came out of her. Her orgasm soon had me cumming in her! I was fucking so fast it sounded like applause as my bare skin slapped against her upturned ass. My bare dick pumped sperm into her pussy. I throbbed, spasming and spurting in her receptive body.
Her mind was getting clearer; she started forming words, encouraging me to take her, to cum in her cunt, to claim her body. I gave one last mighty thrust, and felt my knob press against her cervix as the final jet of semen filled her body. I kept my grip on her as I fell to the side. I wasn't going to pull out until I was good and ready.
"Holy fuck! Holy fuck! I know I told you I love you but what's after that? My god what a cock, what a fuck holy fuck!"
"You liked that baby?"
"Uh, yeah, if you couldn't tell. Wow. You can be rougher with me any time you want! Who ever heard of a forest nymph who insists on gentle sex, anyway? Wow!"
I lay there in the dark, digesting what we'd just done, and how much it had clearly done for her.
It was morning. I hadn't meant to spend the night! I didn't think Melissa would really be upset with me. Tammy might be a bit disappointed -- I hadn't fucked her in a while. Laurie either, for that matter. But they all knew the rules. Besides, sometimes a guy just gets worn out!
I kissed Danielle to wake her up. She stirred and smiled. Until she found out what time it was. We shared a brief shower, as non-sexual as it can be when you're a married man showing with an engaged woman. She walked me out to my car, and we kissed on the sidewalk.
I called Melissa and let her know I was alive.
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"husband",
"wife",
"cuckqueen",
"romance",
"wedding dress"
] |
Women Love Mike's Bulge Ch. 19
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/women-love-mikes-bulge-ch-19
| 4.44 | null |
Fetish
|
The four guys at the other table desperately tried to get in on the action and who could blame them? They were being treated to a real, public sexual encounter by three gorgeous women. When one of the guys finally worked up the courage to approach the table, my wife whispered "not interested" before he had a chance to speak.
The poor guy retreated as Anna called for a taxi. Several minutes later, they headed out for Courtney's apartment. The second they got inside the door of Courtney's apartment, Anna and Courtney started making out on the couch.
Karen watched as Anna and Courtney explored each other's mouths while their hands roamed over each other's bodies. Karen couldn't help but feel a bit jealous but she quickly pushed it aside.
Karen was here to satisfy her own sexual desires and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of that. She shifted her focus to Anna and Courtney's feet, resting on the floor in front of them. Karen loved other women's feet and shoes and couldn't resist the temptation to lean over and start licking and sucking on Anna's pointed toe mules.
Anna moaned and arched her foot up to give Karen better access. Courtney watched with interest as Karen pleasured Anna's feet. She had never seen anything like it before but she found herself getting aroused even more by the sight of an older, married woman devouring another woman's feet.
Courtney's feet moved involuntarily closer to Anna's as her own body responded to the sight of Karen's lips on Anna's shoes and feet. Courtney couldn't believe how turned on she was and hoped she would be next. She had never been with another woman before, let alone two, but there was nowhere she'd rather be now.
Karen switched her attention to Courtney's heels, devouring them with the same passion she had given Anna's. As Karen slipped off Courtney's shoes, she was pleasantly shocked by the strong smell of Courtney's very sweaty feet. The smell was intoxicating as it filled Karen's nostrils. Karen began hungrily licking and sucking Courtney's damp feet and the taste was just as sweet as the smell.
Karen then felt a hand on her thigh. She looked up to see Anna smiling with her eyes full of lust. Anna leaned down and started to kiss Karen, sharing the taste of Courtney's foot sweat.
Courtney watched as Anna and Karen made out and felt her own desire growing. She reached down and started to rub Karen's thigh, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. Karen moaned into Anna's mouth as her hips bucked up towards Courtney's hand.
Anna broke the kiss and looked down at Karen, a wicked smile on her face. "I think it's time we took this to the next level." Karen nodded in agreement and the three women made their way to the bedroom.
Courtney lay down on the bed, her heart pounding with excitement. She watched as Anna and Karen started to undress each other; their hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Courtney couldn't believe what was happening. She was aroused and a deep longing in her soul wanted this to happen. She reached down and started to touch her wet and ready pussy.
Anna and Karen noticed what Courtney was doing and smiled. They crawled over to her and pressed their bodies against hers. Anna started to kiss Courtney with a passion Courtney had never felt before. Karen reached down and started to touch Courtney's breasts and started pulling on her nipples.
Courtney was in heaven. She quickly realized women know how best to pleasure another woman. She spread her legs wide to invite Anna and Karen to explore her willing body.
Anna started to kiss and lick her way down Courtney's body until her tongue found Courtney's clit. Karen reached down and started to slide her fingers in and out of Courtney's wet pussy.
Courtney was moaning and writhing on the bed, her hips bucking up to meet Anna's tongue and Karen's fingers. Courtney had never felt so turned on. She reached down and started plunging her own fingers inside her cunt alongside Karen's fingers.
After several minutes of exploring each other sexually, Karen couldn't take it any longer and wanted to feel the heat of Anna's amazing pussy. Karen reached down and easily slipped her hand inside Anna's pussy. Karen then started sliding in and out of Anna's slopping cunt.
Courtney's eyes were fixed on Anna as she moaned and cried out in pleasure. Karen whispered to Courtney "watch this" as she slid her hand in deeper and deeper until her elbow was only three inches away from Anna's stretched opening. Courtney's jaw dropped as she watched Anna's pussy swallow Karen's arm.
Karen then balled her hand inside Anna's pussy and pressed deeper. When her elbow was the only thing stopping her entire arm from passing into Anna's womb, Anna exploded in an orgasm.
Anna's body writhed and twisted on Karen's arm until Karen finally withdrew her pussy juice glazed appendage. Karen grabbed Courtney's hand, rubbed Anna's pussy juices all over it and up her arm and whispered "your turn dear".
Courtney had never even imagined fisting another woman but Anna's raw pleasure and Karen's lesson gave her the confidence to explore this newfound and forbidden act.
Courtney gently and easily slid her smaller hand inside Anna's pussy. Anna was way past being gentle. She grabbed Courtney's arm and roughly forced it deep inside her body.
Courtney's own pussy responded with an increase in dampness when she felt the deepest part of Anna's womb. Her hand and arm were made for Anna's body, sliding all the way in without even having to ball her hand up.
Karen instructed Courtney to make a fist inside her and go deeper. Courtney's own pussy was gushing juices as her excitement built.
Courtney slowly balled her hand into a fist deep inside Anna. She felt her own orgasm impending as she gave her new friend the deepest pleasure she'd ever known. Anna, gasping and panting cried out "deeper Courtney, touch my womb deep, I want you inside me." Courtney straightened out her arm, pushed harder and her elbow started to slip inside, stretching Anna's cunt open even further.
When Courtney's elbow was an inch deep into Anna's pussy, Anna exploded in orgasm. Karen felt her own nipples harden and her pussy gush at the sight of the Courtney's elbow passing into Anna's body.
Anna's cunt spasmed and clenched on Courtney's arm as multiple orgasms drained from her body. Anna felt the true meaning of pure euphoria for the first time in her life. This new friend was stimulating her very soul, sexually; if that was possible. Courtney felt Anna's cervix spasming against her knuckles, so she rotated and ground her fist against it.
Courtney unballed her fist and began to explore deeper with her fingers. Her four fingers finally breached Anna's cervix and slipped deep into her uterus. In that intense moment of pleasure, Anna realized Courtney was her perfect sexual match.
Anna's orgasms continued and intensified, her cunt flooding Courtney's arm with pussy juice gushing from deep within her womb.
While watching Courtney fist Anna, Karen picked up one of Courtney's small size 6 sweat soaked heels and buried it deep in her pussy. Karen was fucking herself with Courtney's heel while sniffing and licking her other discarded shoe. She couldn't believe how sweaty Courtney's feet were and how good it tasted on her tongue.
Karen's excitement of having Courtney's sweat mixing with her own juices inside her pussy caused her to erupt with an orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on the supple leather, soaking it completely.
Once Karen's orgasm finished, she held Courtney's heel inside herself, marinating the leather with her hot pussy juices.
Karen slipped the toe of the other heel into Courtney's pussy. Courtney pushed her hips back against it, inviting it in deeper.
Karen was able to slide it in to the widest part of the vamp before Courtney reached down with her free hand to stop her. Karen fucked Courtney's pussy in and out with her own heel until several orgasms soaked it completely.
Karen slid the one heel out of her own pussy and the other out of Courtney. Karen then slipped the pussy juice soaked heels back onto Courtney's feet. Courtney moaned deeply when she felt the dampness and warmth of the shoe that was just buried in Karen's pussy.
Karen wanted to feel Courtney's size 6 foot in her pussy and so did Anna. Courtney slowly removed her arm from Anna's thoroughly blown out cunt and the three ladies licked it clean, enjoying the taste of the deepest part of Anna's body.
Karen slipped off Courtney's heels and positioned herself beside Anna and draped her nylon covered leg over Anna's leg. Both women now had their legs spread to accept Courtney's feet.
Courtney slipped her toes inside Anna's sloppy hole and then inside Karen's gaped hole. Courtney got comfortable and started pushing her bare feet, slick with sweat and pussy juices deep inside these two women.
Once Courtney's feet were buried inside two amazing pussies, she wiggled her toes and sent both women into orgasm in unison. As she pressed her feet deeper into their pussies, she felt a sense of empowerment she had never felt before.
She was in control and she was going to pleasure these two beautiful women until their bodies could take no more. She could feel the wetness increase on her feet and she felt powerful and loved.
Karen and Anna looked at each other and Courtney, their eyes filled with longing and lust. They had foot fucked each other but had never experienced anything like this before and they knew they needed more. They encouraged Courtney to press deeper and to give them everything she had.
Courtney obliged, pressing her feet in as deep as they would go. She could feel two cervixes against her toes and she suddenly realized she had found something she never knew she was missing. She had always thought of herself as straight but now she was questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.
Courtney's size 6 was buried to the heel inside Karen but Anna's pussy swallowed up way more. Courtney's entire ankle and heel slipped deep inside Anna's body.
Karen's cervix opened up first and Courtney's big toe slipped into her uterus. Karen's pussy clamped down on Courtney's foot and her orgasm was intense and long, her pussy gushing juices all over Courtney's foot.
Anna's orgasm and spasming cunt then opened right up to Courtney soon after Karen's. Being so deep in Anna's pussy, all five of her toes breached Anna's cervix and slipped deep into her uterus.
Anna cried out in pain, this being the second time in her life, and in the last few minutes, she experienced such deep penetration. The pain almost immediately changed to complete physical pleasure as another orgasm rocked her body.
Anna's orgasm was intense and all-consuming. She screamed and thrashed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Courtney's foot was giving her the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced and she knew she would never forget it.
Anna knew, in that moment, she loved Courtney and needed her forever. She was the first woman to complete her physically, to give her the deepest pleasure she'd ever experienced with a woman.
As the three women lay in bed together, panting and sweaty, Courtney couldn't believe what she had just done. She had never even considered being with a woman before but now she couldn't imagine her life without Anna.
Courtney knew she had found something truly special and she couldn't wait to see what the future held for them. Although she felt a deep connection with my wife, Courtney needed her own partner.
Courtney never felt so alive. She looked over at Anna and Karen, her bare feet still buried deep inside their bodies and they were smiling at her with love and affection. It was Courtney's turn to experience life changing pleasure. Karen and Anna were ready to give it to her.
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"feet",
"legs",
"lesbian",
"pantyhose",
"heels",
"flats",
"fisting",
"foot fucking",
"affair"
] |
Taking Care of Your Bimbo
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/taking-care-of-your-bimbo
| 4.22 | null |
Audio
|
Poor little bimbo slut had a hard day and really needed her Daddy. Luckily, you knew just how to help her feel better.
Huge thanks to u/AuctionableOffense on Reddit for writing this cute little script.
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/r3hi3f/f4mscript_offer_taking_care_of_your_bimbo/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share
|
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"bimbo",
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"self-degredation",
"fsub",
"blowjob",
"daddy",
"ddlg"
] |
Sir Lessons: Reinforcement of Rules
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/sir-lessons-reinforcement-of-rules
| 4.71 | null |
Letters & Transcripts
|
Written by: MissKittenSK - Me!
Tags: [M4F] [fingering] [fucking] [little edging] talk of [butt plugs] [ben wa balls] [praise kink] [cock cleaning] [riding] [rewards] [positive reinforcement] [lap time]
All I ask is that you credit me as author and pretty please message me to let me know you did it! No permission needed to record and post & I don't need to hear it before it goes out.
Feel free to improv and adapt as needed.
_______________________________________________________________
Okay sweetness, here we go, bring me your journal please.
Look at you good girl! All your water plus a little more, I am so proud of you.
Look at those pretty eyes sparkling with my praise. Yeah baby you have a big ol' praise kink you delicious minx.
And what about that 'you' time baby girl, you got that done? Excellent, good girl.
Tell me the rest. No I don't wanna read them, give me your words.
In fact let's get a little reinforcement of the rules done shall we.
Punishment? No baby girl - you didn't break any rules did you? Then no punishments needed, this is positive reinforcement.
Get over here - my lap needs you and I need you close for this.
Lay back on me baby, spread your legs outside mine, arms back around my neck and shoulders. There we go. Mmmm yes I know you like it here and I like you close and my hands on you… hands stay where they are, move them and we stop, got it?
Wait a second, this isn't working baby girl, too many clothes, sit up, top off…. Mmmmf fuck those tits. Skirt too… that's better. No panties… my dirty kitten did you have them off all day? You must have soaked everything you sat on - you're going to soak me too aren't you.
You what? You want my shirt off. You got it, now get back here I need you. Perfect.
Shhh sweetness feel my kisses along your neck, my hands reclaiming you, caressing, feeling all those curves. Mine, all the fuck mine.
Now I've indulged, I am going to keep my hands on your tummy, and I want you to tell me something good you did today and where you want my hands wandering in reward okay.
Come on sweetness, tell me…
Mmmm you did all your chores - well now that's a good girl… and you want my hands where? On those pretty tits, absolutely, fuck I love feeling the weight of them in my hands, they fit perfectly. That's it baby arch that back, push up into me, I can feel that ass against my cock, fuck. There we go, such a good girl getting rewards for doing her chores. Lemme get those nipples between my fingers, I know you love that bite when I pinch… so mmmm such sounds you make they make me so damned hard.
(play as long as you like here until it feels a natural length of time)
I know, it's hard for me to move my hands off your tits, but stomach again… what's next baby?
You did your edging task I set this morning - mmmmmf fuck, and did you get all wet and dripping for me baby girl? Jesus fuck….. damn that makes me hard as if I wasn't already with this delicious ass on me.
Where do you want my hands now baby girl? Teasing your inner thighs and pussy lips…
There we go, feel my fingers trace your inner thigh, my hand lightly teasing your pussy. Dammit you're soaking wet for me, unf! Fuck! Fuck I need to bite something, I think right here… mmm you like my kisses and bites along your shoulder, good girl…
Harder, the bites or my hand? Both! My greedy needy slut, you can have them but I need another win today. Come on, give it to me.
You finished all your work tasks so you could have some time off - there's my good little slut, and here's my fingers with a little more of that pressure you wanted baby, that better?
Yes, fuck, grind that ass on me… and grind that pussy on my hand fuck.
You want my fingers inside you - gonna need another win baby.
You're right, you did journal and never got a reward - here's one finger in that delicious cunt… fuck you feel so good clenching around me… dammit… grind baby girl, feel me, feel me curl and play and stretch that delicious cunt.
Oh now you're playing dirty my wicked slut - but yes you did drink more than your water quota and got no reward, so here's the second one…
(encouragement to grind, to edge, to enjoy for a few minutes)
Anything else you wanna tell me? You wore your weighted balls in your pussy all morning - mmm that's why you're so fucking wet and needy right now, with that and the edging…
Here you go sweetness, let me slide another finger in, you're so gorgeously tight and desperate, fuck. Three feel good and thick for you baby? Just like my cock? (light laugh) not as good as my cock…thank you kindly baby girl, but we can work you up to that soon, but grind on me now, get yourself right to that edge, but no cumming yet…
(encouragement - fuck your ass feels good on my cock - neck kisses, growls, good girls)
Mmmm such a good girl, now hold still, no moving… you want my cock, earn it - you had 'you' time today - here (unzipping and buckle sounds) slide up and feel my cock rubbing against your pussy lips - you're gonna have to work for the rest…
You read for a half hour for me, good girl, here's a few inches of my cock for you…
Come on, one more and you can have it all. Struggling to concentrate… lemme help you baby.
You're forgetting something… what was your task this afternoon? Awww sweetness you getting all embarrassed? You're sitting on your Sir's lap, spread open and the head of my cock is in your cunt - and you're blushing over this… tell me, use your words.
Come on baby girl tell me… tell me you did it and I'll give it all to you. Tell me the fuck now… I need you.
You did… fuck! You wore your next size butt plug for an hour. FUCK! (slam her down on your cock) There we go baby take ALL of it. Fuck, yes, Mine, my girl, my good fucking slut.
(fuck her - give her permission and make her cum, growl in her ear, bite her neck - for as long as you like but give her it all - praise her - this her reward, all the good vibes - be possessive, tell her you need her too)
Oh yes baby girl, fuck you made me cum so fucking hard. There we go, I got you, rest back on me, you did so good today. I am so proud of you, my sweet little thing. Hell you've made me see stars. Mmmm (kisses). I like this position, I like having you close and impaled on my cock - no you don't have to move, you're not going anywhere just yet.
Mmmm did I pull your nipples a little too hard during that fuck… good, means you'll feel them for a while.
You want to do one more good thing today? What do you want sweetness? My cock? I'm confused, you have my cock already… damn you're so cute, out with it! Ah, you want to taste yourself off my cock and clean your Sir up… go on then, for being my good needy little fucktoy you can suck me clean. But get your delicious ass back up into my lap the minute you're done.
Mmmmm mine.
(if you feel it's needed - depending how the audio panned out, you can put the cock cleaning section in here - followed by extended lap time and murmured words of affirmation and praise can be carried on. )
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"fucking",
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"teasing",
"good girl"
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Life Interrupted Pt. 07
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/life-interrupted-pt-07
| 4.56 | null |
Reluctance/NonConsent
|
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.
Life Interrupted Part VII
Inga Commits and Lu Meets a Cop
Before we left Rat's, Inga and I admired his work. The tattooed ring was bold and beautiful which we got to see before Rat wrapped it up. The ride back to the country was quiet, even though we had stopped at the house downtown and picked up two more black men who I did not know. There was some banter between the men, but we girls were told to keep our mouths shut. Except for Inga, who was made to suck off one of the new black men in the very back of the big SUV. I sat next to the other man, who kept eyeing me up but did not touch me. I took this as a good sign. Maybe, just maybe, Urban wanted me for himself this weekend. Can you say Grand Prize?
When I arrived in the living room of the country estate, Charlie was in the middle of it all, sucking on some black stud's big old cock. And, man, was it big. Bigger than Urban or anyone else I had met since being introduced to my new life. A shiver ran up my spine as the thought of that thing in my pussy gave me pause. Could I take it? Would I find out?
Charlie and his scene notwithstanding, I went right to Urban's office where the door was closed. So, I knocked. He told me to report right to him as soon as I arrived, so I thought I was on solid ground when I did so.
"Enter," came the booming baritone.
I opened the door and there was Urban in his seat and his friend Keith, sitting across from him.
"Well, Keith." He said. "Looks like you're gonna get your wish tonight. How'd you like to spend the night with Lu and I? She's full service now and should be ready to give us a good time by bedtime."
"You know me, man. I'm in. This Lu is one fine piece of ass and I've been looking forward to putting her through her paces. Tonight, she gets the full two-man experience. This is a real opportunity to see how the other half lives, right, Urb?"
"Fuckin' right. Lu, you go get with Helga and bone up on your tongue stud studies. I want to see how you use
that
thing on
my
thing."
"Will there be another woman, Master? Should I learn how to eat pussy with my new adornment?"
"You just put yourself in Helga's hands. You'll learn everything you need to."
"Nice earrings." Keith said. "I like what they say."
"Wait till you see what the rest of me says tonight."
They both laughed and sent me off to find Helga to learn my newest lessons.
I went out to the living room to try to find my new girlfriend and fellow concubine. Charlie was done sucking the big black guy's dick and was now being fucked by him in the ass. Charlie appeared in pain but wore a big smile, anyway. I guess I'd be in pain if that big thing was wailing away on my ass the way he was with Charlie.
I couldn't find Helga, but she found me. Watching Charlie getting railed. She took me by the hand and said that she just got fucked and needed a good cleanup and heard I was available.
"I am, and I'm dying to use this tongue stud. I also want to find out how it can make me a better cock sucker."
"We'll get to that, but that's more a philosophy than a technique. The idea is to forget about your stud when you're sucking cock. Just do the best sucking and licking you can. In the beginning, you will work around it. After that, it will just come natural as to what to do with what. You'll see. With guys, it's really more of a benefit when you are eating ass than sucking cock."
"And pussy?"
"Now that's a whole different ball game. Come, let's go to the room that will be our room this weekend and you can clean me up and I'll guide your use of the tongue stud on a willing vagina. Come on, it will be fun."
We made it to our room, past several couples milling around in the hallway, and jumped on the bed like it was a trampoline. Lying on the bed, she pointed to me and said, "Eat me."
Well, I took this as license and full consent, and I dove between her legs and stared at the spade tattoo and the number sixty, 6 - 0, on either side. She was fresh fifteen girls ago. Now she was relegated to training newbies like myself, and probably wouldn't have a shot at Urban's cock any time soon. But she did manage to get Trey's attention.
She had some dried cum in the area of her vagina, and on her thighs and I cleaned that up while she giggled because it tickled. Then I did a deep dive in to see if there was anything else to clean up. There was. What she couldn't reach with a washcloth, I managed to get with my burrowing tongue. With my brand-new tongue stud, which I dragged up and down her labia minora and drove her mad when it hit her clit.
I must be doing something right because she's moaning and groaning and dancing up a storm.
"More, more, harder, that's it. No harder. Fingers. Put your... Ahhh. That's it."
And she had a real earth shaker of an orgasm. Yep. I did something right.
"Girl," she said. "If you can suck cock like you eat pussy, your Master is going to be very pleased with you, indeed. Very pleased."
"I'm happy to hear that, but I wish I had someone to practice on before submitting to Master."
"I think right now what you need is to rest your jowls and save your pucker for tonight. You're gonna need it. Expect some heavy action tonight. You are way ahead with Charles, so you needn't waste time with him this weekend. Enjoy yourself and serve your Master. In fact, you should probably go look for him after I finish returning the favor and gobbling you up for a bit. Problem?"
"No problem here." And I laid down on the bed, spread my legs, and put my arms out. "Come to mama." And she did. And mama came. Again and again. Talented gal that Helga. Tasty too.
When we finished our little exercise, we jumped into the shower and cleaned our bodies after cleansing our souls. We spent too much time making ourselves up, but I wanted to look good for Urban and Keith, and Helga just wanted to catch some of the finer tail tonight. Preferably some cock-tail.
----------------------------------------------------
I ran into Elmo who said that Urban was in his office and he was looking for me. I went to the office and opened the door and there were Urban and Keith, standing there and making out. And looking good doing it.
Go know
, Urban is bisexual. Urban Mann, the ultimate macho man, and he's into guys. You could have knocked me over with a feather.
"Come in, Lu. Join the party. But let's have dinner first, then we can take it upstairs."
Urban took his seat at the head of the table, in the dining room which sat twelve, and Keith and I joined him on either side. There we were joined by four other numbered white women, and the black men they were attending to. Like me, one of the women was attending to two men at once.
The banter was lively, but only among the men. We women stayed silent except to smile, frown, or laugh at the appropriate time. The lowest numbered woman was number sixty-two, and the highest was seventy-four, right next to me, a blonde. Dinner was light, due to the heat of the day; salad, with a protein of salmon. Very delicious and enough to fill me up for my job ahead. And that job was all I could think of all throughout the meal. Me with two bisexual men, the best of all worlds for me. Urban's life was all about him, but tonight would be all about me. At least in my mind.
When we parted from the dining room, Urban split for his office and Keith took my hand and led me to the master suite. "Now that you are healed up, let's see what you can do with that tongue of yours. Take your time and get it right, girl."
I undressed him and laid him down on the bed and got between his legs and started to lick that large organ of his. Then I started to suck him till he was super hard and then I started running the tongue ring up and down the underside of his penis. He giggled a little at first, because, I guess, it tickled. So, I sucked, and I sucked. By the taste of his penis, I could tell I was not the first to access this penis, as a mild taste of cum was everywhere. Someone licked him clean, but he had not bathed. But his crotch smelled delicious, and I took one of his balls into my mouth and sucked on it which made him smile. So, I sucked the other one as well.
At full staff and with his balls hanging and ready to go, he pulled me up to him and we started making out. He was a delightful kisser, and he commented on how much he enjoyed playing with my tongue stud as we French kissed. Then he surprised the shit out of me. He stopped kissing me and crawled down the bed and stuck his nose in my crotch and ate me out. He was as talented in that department as his friend. I was howling and dancing when Urban finally joined us. I hardly noticed, I was so engrossed in my dirty dance. But then he stuck that big joint of his in my face and said, "Suck me. Let's see what you can do with that new piece of jewelry."
In spite of the fact that I was coming over and over again due to Keith's ministrations, I did a fairly good job of getting Urban hard and making him moan. Then he bid Keith to change positions, and I took Keith's tool in my mouth and brought him from half hard to fully erect. Urban had his favorite dessert. Pussy. And he loved dessert. But it didn't stop then. There was more. Much more.
Urban ordered me to stand on the bed and each of them got on their knees and Urban continued eating my pussy while Keith stuck his tongue up my ass and ate me there for his dessert. Now I was dancing, standing up on a shaky bed while the two of them rocked me into another universe.
After several mild orgasms, Urban laid down on the bed and told me to grease up and mount him. As I lathered up, Keith sucked Urban to a state of erection that begged me to sit and stay. I did just that. I sat down on my master's erection and took every inch of him until his pubic hair was tickling my ass. A couple of squats later, Keith joined us and he plowed that thing of his into my pussy and just went to town. He was very motivated.
Both Keith and my Master had come earlier, so they were in it for the long haul with me. They must have pumped me for fifteen minutes before Urban announced that it was time to switch and that he wanted to come in my pussy. So, the boys wrangled me around until Keith was on the bottom and in my ass. After having been pummeled by the bigger of the two cocks, it allowed his cock to slide right in and get to work. Urban followed and entered my puss with one good, strong stroke.
With both of my holes filled, the friction was intense, and I came over and over again from the two men railing me. Big one's too. And wet. The bed was soaked by the time both men had blown their loads. As were we. Even with the air conditioning at full blast, we were all covered in sweat by the time we were all relieved.
Then we all made out. Me with each of the boys and the boys with each other. It was the most erotic scene I had ever been in. I experienced my first DP at Urban's place, but this one, with two bisexual men, was by far the hottest scene ever.
After I cleaned them both off, you know, down there; the three of us took a nice cool shower and washed each other up. As Urban soaped up my back and breasts, Keith ate the cum from my pussy and ass and seemed happier for it.
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After a pleasant night sleeping with Urban and Keith, I awoke to a Sunday filled with promise. Today Inga would celebrate her forever bonding with our Master and reveal the ring she had tattooed onto her finger yesterday. Harry would also take vows of obedience to his Master and his Mistress. He would vow never again to fuck his wife. His experience as a gay slave has developed into an inclination. Both as a slave and a gay man. He would no longer fuck his wife because he no longer desired her. But he did desire to serve her. And service her at her whim and whimsy.
The ceremony would occur after dinner, before we left for the week. Just a little topper for the weekend. We would be going home after the ceremony, but Inga would not. She had taken the week off from work and would stay the week, without her husband, with Urban, and he would do his best to
persuade
her that she had made the right decision. The decision to commit... for a lifetime.
Urban was the host, but Inga was the guest of honor. And in her honor, the cook made her favorite things. Dinner was amazing, a surf and turf combination of a filet and grilled shrimp, with a vegetable medley to beat the band, and mashed potatoes that melt in your mouth. There was a white sauce that was poured sparingly over the steak and potatoes, as if to tie them in.
For dessert they brought out a cake, a white cake with a black spade and a big number seventy-two. It was the intro to the ceremony.
Urban's mansion had a medium-sized ballroom in which seats were lined up as if a wedding were to be performed. There were about twenty-five people in attendance and white wives sat mostly with their husbands and the many black men sat mostly with each other to observe the ceremony. I sat with Charlie, totally undressed like the rest of the concubines and their cuckolds. The black men, and a smattering of black women were all dressed on the 'ownership' side of the aisle. Inga and Harry were nowhere to be found. Watts stood at the front of the audience as master of ceremonies and officiant. Urban stood to Watts' left and waited patiently as a classical piece was played by a pianist.
Inga came into the room and walked down the aisle, followed by Harry. Harry stopped before reaching the raised platform Urban and Watts were standing on. He then kneeled down, put his hands behind his head and waited patiently.
Inga stepped up onto the platform and knelt before her Master, taking a moment to kiss his feet out of great respect for the man who would be her owner. Urban then reached down and lifted her to her feet and they stood face to face. Watts called the ceremony to order.
"Men and women, mistresses and cuckolds, we are gathered here so that Inga, our own number seventy-two, can pledge a lifetime of servitude to her master, Urban Mann. She approached her master and begged him for this opportunity, and he has granted her wish. Today, that wish will come true."
Both Urban and Inga smiled as Watts continued.
"Master Urban, do you accept this woman, Inga, into your service for life, to care for her and guide her through a lifetime of servitude to you?"
"I accept Inga as my loving and loyal concubine for all her days and promise to care for her and guide her through a long, productive life."
"And Inga, do you accept Urban as your Master, to follow his every command and to serve him for the remainder of your days? Will you follow each and every one of his rules and bear him children if he so wishes?"
"I promise to accept my Master and follow his every command and to serve him all my life. I will follow each and every rule and bear children for him if he wishes."
"Do you make this commitment willingly, Inga?"
"I make this commitment willingly and with all my heart and soul."
"Then as dungeon master and officiant of the House of Urban, I declare you to be a lifetime servant in said house, and I command you to serve Master Urban loyally and faithfully, following all of his orders to the letter for the rest of your days. Please get on your knees and consummate this relationship with a loving and sensual blowjob."
Inga dropped to her knees and unbuckled Urban's pants and dropped them, along with his boxers, to the floor. She proceeded to take his big black cock into her mouth and lick and suck for all she was worth. And she was worth a lot.
Everyone in the audience oohed and ahhed until, five minutes later, Urban shot his load into the willing mouth of Inga and she turned to us all and stuck her cum coated tongue out to show she caught at least some of the load. She then swallowed the contents of her mouth and stuck her tongue out again. It was cum-free and she closed her mouth and looked up at her Master.
"Rise, child, and hold up your ring finger so that all may see the sign of your commitment to me."
Inga stood up and raised her left hand to the sky and stuck out her ring finger for all to see. Harry, not to be ignored awaited his short turn in the ceremony.
"Harry," Watts said in furtherance of the ceremony, "Do you accept Master Urban and Mistress Inga as your true Master and Mistress for the remainder of your days, following their commands and abiding by their wishes?
"Yes, Master Watts, I do."
"Then I hereby declare that Inga Tate, number seventy-two, is now Master Urban's lifetime slave and Harry Tate is the lifetime slave to both of them. That brings this ceremony to a close.
Everyone applauded, and the ceremony was over. The small bar attended by two of the husbands opened up, as several of the husbands folded up the chairs and carried them to the closet where they were kept and the guests lingered, congratulating Inga and admiring her ring.
I went and got in line for drinks and picked up one for Charlie as well. As soon as the chairs were all put away, my husband joined me for that drink, after which we prepared to leave by going to the front hall and getting dressed.
Before we left, we congratulated our Master and payed tribute to him regarding his newest acquisition. I gave him a big kiss, told him to have a great week with Inga and let him know we would be here again on Friday, as he had requested.
The drive home was quiet, and Charlie slept most of the way. As good as the weekend was for me, it was nice to get home. Charlie felt a tad bold and asked me if he could have a beer. He'd been a perfect boy this weekend, and it brought me joy to reward him for his efforts. I even offered him another, and he took it. It loosened his lips a bit and things got a bit precarious when he asked if we could talk. I was curious, so I allowed it.
"Mistress, what Inga just did, are you planning to do the same, to wed yourself to Master for life?"
"Remember, Charles, Inga's been at this for over a year. She has had lots of time to think about this decision. I hadn't even considered it. Although I wouldn't say it's outside the realm of possibility."
"This life you have chosen for us is going to be a hard one. Especially for me."
"I didn't choose it. It was chosen for me. For us. You had as much to do with this as I did. Even more so given your romp with Happy behind my back. And this weekend you didn't look too miserable as you went around fucking and getting fucked by men. It looks to me like you prefer it."
"I've learned to prefer it over no sex at all. But I still miss you. I miss making love to my wife."
"Well, you'd better get that thought out of your mind right quick. And any other thoughts you may have about walking away. We are in this for the duration. Accept it and let's move on."
"Yes, Mistress. Is there anything I can do for you, Mistress?"
"Not right now, Charles, but it is good of you to ask. Why don't you have another beer and go to bed. Tomorrow is a workday and you need your rest."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress."
Charlie went upstairs and, in a minute, I could hear the shower running. I guess he had a lot of this weekend to scrub away on his newly hairless body. But that will change and there will be decisions to be made. And how much of that decision-making process is in his hands, as opposed to being my decisions to make? Should he shave regularly, with me shaving his back? Or should he keep waxing, a tortuous process. Or go the whole journey and laser it all off. Or, he can draw the wild card and have Urban just let it grow. Maybe
I
could put that bug in his ear. From what I've seen, fat chance of that happening.
I poured myself a brandy and sat back on the reclining chair portion of our sofa. At the push of a button, I turned on the home entertainment center and hit play, and there I was, getting blasted by the two big football players in the comfort of Urban's mansion, somewhere in who the fuck knows where? I appeared to be having a mighty fine time of it as we went through a couple of different configurations to encourage or tickle someone in particular's fancy.
It didn't get me horny in any way. I'd had my fill from this weekend. I'm sore six different ways and as soon as my husband is out of the shower, I am in. Hot followed by cold. And then a good night's sleep. Work tomorrow.
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I wore a very opaque satin blouse on Monday. Didn't want to give away the piercings just yet. But there is one mistake I did make in this most conservative of settings. I didn't change my earrings. I had in my Queen of Spades earrings. And Pam, my workmate and closest friend at work, picked up on it.
"Nice earrings, Luce. Where did ya get them?" I'd better watch my tongue in several ways today. The complementary spade to those earrings is right on the tip of my tongue, so to speak.
"Flea market. You know what a gambler I am. And card games are my favorites. And my favorite card is the Queen of Spades."
"Oh, Luce, there are sometimes more than one meaning to symbols such as this. As well as a playing card, a Queen of Spades is a woman who is attracted to black men."
"No?"
"Yeah. It's..."
"And who told you this? Where did you find out and how?"
"I get around."
"Yeah, you and the Beach Boys. Are you dating black men now? Something new for you."
"I ain't sayin'. My personal life is private."
"As is mine, my dear. As is mine."
Well, that was a short conversation, but it gave me pause in a number of ways. First of which being do I think Urban would have any interest in Pam. I know she's dating around, but would she make herself available and to a black man? I'll just have to feel her out a bit more before I decide to feed her to the lions for
my
benefit.
Pam was very different from me in many ways. She was married, but had cheated on her husband many times over the years I have known her. She had a Herculean sex drive which her husband, a very nice man, just couldn't keep up with. Of the sixteen years she was married, she probably cheated on her husband for ten of those years. The seven-year itch came early for Pam and in a big way. Girls talk, and she told me she had been seeing one guy in particular, among the others, for the past three years. They were having sex on an almost weekly basis, and she was even getting tired of him. She expressed to me that she needed more. She needed something different. Something even more taboo.
I thought about coming out to her about my activities with black men, but decided to wait upon advice from my Master before pursuing anything concrete with her. I also wanted to ask her about girls, but thought better of it. There was nothing I could do about it had she given me positive signs that she was amenable to girl on girl sex. Not without my Master's explicit commands.
Pam was a tall brunette, maybe five foot, nine inches. She had big tits and a perfect ass. At thirty five years of age, the mother of a teenage daughter, she was in the peak of her sexuality. She was as spirited as she was handsy. She had a tiny tattoo of a red heart behind her left ear that you could hardly see if you weren't looking for it. She would be a perfect fit for the Urban Mann family, and would earn me many bonus points if I could bring her on board. Who know, maybe she could be number seventy-six?
"Why don't we go out for a drink, Pam? Maybe Wednesday. Give us a chance to talk."
"Boy, it's been a while since I've been to a good bar. Wednesday it is. Hooligan's Roost?"
"The Roost sounds great. It's been a while for me too."
"And with you as my wingman, maybe I'll get lucky."
"Define lucky."
"You know me. It's finding a cock bigger than the last big cock I had the pleasure of knowing."
"Bigger than your latest boytoy?"
"Well, he's no boy, but man is he a toy. Puts my Hitachi Magic Wand to shame. When it comes to eating pussy, he defines why they call it a hummer. Ummmm. If the bar doesn't work out, maybe I'll give him a call. He's always good for a joyful hour or two. I just hate to disturb him while he is home with his wife."
"He's married?"
"So am I. It's easier that way. We both have skin in the game and it makes the sex that much more exciting."
"And you've been able to keep your affair secret for the past three years and still get all the sex you need?"
"Yep. He is clueless. He's more than a few years older than me and sex just isn't that important to him anymore. I was only nineteen when he knocked me up and we got married. Five years later the sex virtually stopped and I started hunting for prey. I've gotten pretty lucky in those years."
"I'm not surprised. With your long legs, big tits and great ass you are every sex maniac's dream girl. And that long, long hair of yours is like bait."
"That's right, and if they come into my waters they are as good as caught. And Holligan's Roost is my waters."
"Wednesday, then. Is your husband going to have any problems with it?"
"I'm not going to start worrying about him now. He'll be lucky if I'm in bed with him when he gets up at three in the morning to pee. It's not that unusual for me to come crawling in around five a.m. smelling like cum and pussy. Then it's in the shower, off to bed and up at seven for a day of work. Those are the days I spend on autopilot around here. Don't know if you've noticed."
"Oh, I have, but you generally let me know why by the time lunch is over."
"Only you, though. It's good to have a bestie at work. Helps me to bear my cross."
"You seem to bear it well. I've got calls to make. I'll talk to you later.
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When I got home, Charlie was still at work. Catching up on things he was supposed to do during the weekend. He didn't drag himself in the door until almost nine. I did not get on his back, and just left him be. Unlike the mistress I am supposed to be, I warmed up leftovers from dinner for him and made sure he had a nice cold beer. No lectures, no whipping for being late. Just a bit of the love I'd shown him all these years. After all, in spite of this month's goings on, I still loved Charlie, even in his weakened state. After a rough weekend and a tough day at work, I gave him the slack I felt he deserved. Mistress be damned, I treated him like the good man he was and the better man he was becoming. Obedient husbands are a rare beast and mine is working out just fine.
At my request he adjourned to his room, showered, and crashed. I followed suit, not that long after.
When we had coffee on Tuesday morning, I let him know I would be going out with a girlfriend on Wednesday. All he told me was to make sure I didn't do anything that would upset Master Urban. There would be no flirting and absolutely no sex. Not that Charlie would mind, but I know I would tell my Master about it and things wouldn't look so good for me. Not good at all.
Tuesday was notable for two reasons. One, Pam confirmed we were still going out tomorrow, and; two, Urban called me on my cell phone.
"Lu, I just called to ask if you were wearing your new stud earrings. Got 'em in?"
"Yes, Master, I never took them out."
"Good girl. Keep them in. Wear them proudly, but no fucking till I say so. I don't care how many brothers try to make you, put them off and push them away. My best advice to you is to steer them to your girlfriend. Test the waters to see if she might be responsive to their advances. It could be good for us. It could be good for you. Bringing a new girl in could be a real feather in your cap.
"Yes, my Master. I will feel her up. I mean, feel her out."
"Oh, I know what you mean. I'll tell you what. If you get the chance to have a go at her, take it. With my permission and my blessings. Introduce her to that tongue stud of yours. I understand the ladies really like that action."
"Yes, sir. I will do my best."
"Good girl, Lu. I'm looking forward to being with you this coming weekend. Do not befoul that pussy of yours until then. Remember, I'm watching."
"Yes, Master. No sex for me until you say so, sir."
"Very good, Lu. No, you go and have a good day and this weekend you can tell me how your Wednesday went. And Pam's too."
"Yes sir. I won't forget."
"And Lu."
"Yes, sir."
"If you get into a situation at the club, you be sure to ring me. Do it before things get out of hand. I can have someone there in minutes to bail you out. No charge, no harm, no foul. It's all part of the package. Protecting you is at the top of my list. Remember that."
"Always, sir. Thank you, my Master."
"I'll see you on Friday."
"Thank you again, Master. I will be there."
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I didn't know if I was looking forward to Wednesday joyfully or with dread. It will be nice to get out with my girlfriend, but who knows what we would encounter at Hooligan's Roost. They don't call it Hooligan's for nothing. Don't get me wrong, everything about the Roost is top shelf, including the patrons. But there always seemed to be an underworld element that just cannot be ignored. A little too much power concentrated in too little space. An eruption waiting to happen.
But I had Master, and he would watch over me and be in my corner. Looking past my fear, I found myself looking forward to it. I dressed in a manner that was not quite conservative enough for work; but not so slutty that it looks like I'm an easy pickup. I was rockin' the night makeup, though. And I'd be sporting those Queen of Spades earrings for all the world to see.
I drove because Pam is a heavy-duty partier and I would not feel safe with her behind the wheel. I can make two drinks last three hours and be very happy and capable of driving after that. After two drinks, I'm on seltzer water and lime. Pam will drink beers all night and be happy with that. She'd never pay for a one. She was big, buxom and flirty and the boys just flocked to her. She could have just pointed to any one and had her choice. She was that good looking. And that sexy.
I got hit on thrice. Yes, and all black men. Funny thing what a set of earrings will do. Oh, if only I had control of my own body like Pam. There's no doubt in my mind she will be going home with one of her admirers tonight.
My first admirer was a short, stocky guy. By his own admission, a financial analyst. He was taller than me, but not as tall as Pam. But I'm not looking for someone to fuck. Maybe someone to spend a couple of hours with. Someone interesting. This guy seemed really geeky and although if someone had an interest in finance, this guy would be stellar. Rejected.
The second guy was taller, well-built and much better looking. He had kind eyes and articulated with ease his thoughts on any given subject cast before him. Now this is a guy I could spend some time with. Well spoken and easy on the eyes, he bought me my second drink and sat down at the bar next to me. He didn't just sit there; he took the seat.
"Hey man," he said to the man sitting next to me. "Is this seat next to you taken?" And he pointed to the empty seat next to him.
"No man, it's all yours."
"Can I ask you a favor? I'd like to speak with this nice lady here. Could you swap seats for me?"
The fellow looked over at me and I could tell when he caught a glimpse of my earrings gleaming off the light of the bar. His eyes opened wide.
"No problem, man. Enjoy."
"Thank you, my man. Bartender, can you give this man a drink and put it on my tab?"
"Yes, sir," the barman said.
The average sized white man looked up at my new black friend and said, "No, man. Yo don't have to. It's my pleasure."
"And that's why I'm buying you a drink. Okay?"
"Thanks, man. Good luck with the girl. She's a knockout."
"Ain't she?"
Talking about me like I'm not here. Strike one. He better recover or this is going to be a short relationship.
"Hi, my name is Mort, short for Morton. And you are?"
"Lu. Just call me Lu."
"Is that a professional name?"
"Professional name? What do you think? I'm a hooker?" Strike two.
"Of course not. I would never have approached you had I thought that. It's just that some gals around here use their married names and some their professional names. If you know what I mean?"
"Well, Mort, professionally, I am a secretary in an accountant's office. Not all that exciting and hardly mysterious. How about you?"
"I'm a cop?"
"Ewww. Uniformed or plain clothes?"
"Plain clothes. I work in the Special Investigation's Unit."
"And am I being investigated, officer?"
"Sergeant, ma'am. And not that I'm aware of. Should you be?"
"Funny. With my life, it would be a pretty boring investigation." I said, lying out of my ass.
"I don't know. Those earrings say you make interesting choices and your ring says you are married. Doesn't sound boring to me."
"My husband is very understanding, but don't take my earrings as a solicitation, Sarge, it's just a preference. And tonight, my preference is to leave here alone. I'm just being a wingman to my girl Pam over here."
"It certainly doesn't look like she is in need of assistance. She seems to have plenty of wingmen to take care of her."
"All the more reason she needs me. Hang around long enough and you'll see."
"With that in mind, would you mind holding my seat for me while I hit the men's?"
"No problem. I'll put a bunch of that yellow tape around it."
"Cute. Thanks."
No sooner did he head to the bathroom when another black man swooped in and picked up my purse that was holding the seat and he went to hand it to me.
"Excuse me, sir. But that seat is taken."
"Oh, is this a racial thing? If it is, why are you sportin' those spades?"
"First of all, the seat is taken. Second, it's none of your fuckin' business."
Just then Mort came back and stared down the guy.
"You lookin for trouble?" the man said and looked over at a table at what must be his friends."
Mort simply parted his sport jacket and flashed his badge.
"Hey, man, I ain't lookin' for no trouble." And the man lifted himself off the seat and shuffled on back to his table of friends. They started loud talking for a minute, but Mort stared them
all
down and they settled in nicely.
When I asked him what he did for fun, he said he liked to jump out of planes. He then explained he had been Army Airborne before becoming a cop and the rush of jumping out of planes never really abandoned his psyche. Now instead of getting paid to jump out of planes, he pays someone for the privilege. I got a real kick out of that.
This guy's a piece of work. I could really get into him. My inner Queen of Spades is humming, and I can feel it in my core. If you know what I mean. Tall, good looking, has a steady job. Jeesh, he's even a veteran. A lot to like here. But I'd better back off some. Not a good time in my life to get involved with a cop. Really.
Pam turned to us, and she had a young man by the hand. Sandy blonde haired surfer looking dude.
"Luce, I'm going home with Terry. Are you gonna be alright?"
"I'll be fine, but you are a bit hammered."
"I'm fine, and I know what I want."
"Okay then, Terry, what's your last name and where are you taking my girl, Pam?"
"My name is Terry Bend and I'm taking her home."
"Show me your driver's license, Terry."
When he pulled it out, I took a picture of it and one of him.
"What's your phone number?"
He recited it to me, and I immediately called him.
"Hello," he said.
"Terry, this is Lu, make sure she makes it home safely tonight after you..."
"I'm startin' to have second thoughts about this..."
"Don't. She's a great fuck and you'll have a great time. Just get her home at an indecent hour and do it safely. If not, I'm coming after you and you won't like that, cause I'm gonna bring an army with me. You dig?"
"I understand. Come on, Pam."
And off they went. Which left me with Sargent Mort, all by myself. We were deep in conversation when my cell phone rang. I excused myself and walked away to a spot where I could get some privacy. It was Urban.
"So, Lu. How is your night going? Any luck?"
"I'm not trying to get lucky here, Master. I was just acting as my friend's wingman and she just left with a guy. I'm getting ready to leave myself."
"Don't. I want you to find someone in Hooligan's that fits the right profile and fuck him tonight. I also want photographic or video proof of said fucking. Or you can just call me from there. Feel free to fuck this guy all you want and have as many orgasms as you wish. No holds barred. You'll have some explaining to do, but I'm sure you will let your creativity rein free."
"Yes, Master. Will you be around for a phone call if that's the option I need to fall back on?"
"I'm around all night. Inga is seeing that I am well-tended to. She has been a wonderful acquisition."
"Alright, Master, if you don't hear from me tonight, I will send you something as soon as I am able."
"Fair enough. Have a wonderful time. Don't forget to let Charles know."
Charlie.
Shit!
I'll have to call him or he will worry. Then he may call Urban. Not good. Must call Charlie.
"Hello."
"Charles, it's your Mistress. What are you doing?"
"Watching a baseball game, Mistress."
"Good. Enjoy it. I will not be home until the early hours tonight. I will see you for breakfast."
"Yes, Mistress. Is everything..."
"Everything is just fine. Let's just say I'm out on assignment for Urban."
"Yes, Mistress. Whatever you say. As long as you are okay."
"I'm fine. See you in the morning."
I went back and joined Mort at the bar.
"So, Mort. Do you live alone?"
"I do. Why do you ask?"
"I thought maybe it's a good time to adjourn there, if you are of a mind."
"I thought you were leaving here alone tonight."
"Yeah, that was the plan before I met you." And I played with my right ear a little to flash the earring at him. If he doesn't take the hint, I'll have to go find me another black man and there aren't that many as prime as this specimen.
Waiting for his answer, I looked deeply into his bedroom eyes and said, "I have a special treat for you."
"Now how can I refuse that. Bartender, my bill."
He paid the bill and left a really good tip for the barman. And off we went. On his motorcycle. A big one. We hopped on board and I put on his spare helmet and latched it on. I put my arms around him and held tight, and off we went.
By the time we got to his place I was at least damp down there. And I was fully prepared for action. As the police would say, I had means, motive and opportunity and I was prepared to take it. Prepared indeed.
As we walked from the bike to his house, a nice little two bedroom twin house in one of the city's nicer neighborhoods, I grabbed his hand and we swung our hands as we walked. It was the first step to letting him know I meant business.
The second step came when, in his livingroom, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to me as I gazed into those deep brown eyes. When our lips met the feeling was electric. I plunged my tongue down his throat as he did the same for me and they met in the middle and as I pulled away off of the kiss he was smiling.
"What's that for?" He asked, regarding my tongue stud.
"Oh, you be a good boy and you'll find out."
He took that easy. I wonder how he'll take the rest.
I started to undress him, starting with his shirt. His jacket was already thrown over the back of the sofa. As I buttoned down, I noticed a tattoo on the right side of his chest that had a big wheel with the words Soul Riders coming off of it. I dare not ask him about it. Just let it go. If I don't ask him about his tattoos, maybe he won't ask me about mine.
As I removed his shirt, Mort pushed into me and his eyes lit up when I perceived he found my nipple rings. Tongue stud, nipple rings, all that's easy. Wait till he finds the tattoos. I'm still working on that big fat lie.
We kissed on and off, deeply and with lots of tongue, as we proceeded to undress each other. I was thankful that he didn't go down on me just yet, but it's amazing what a wet probing finger in a damp pussy will do to make it a very wet pussy. A smiling pussy, if you will. And he fingered me as we stood there in our underwear, locking lips and crushing hips into each other as he fingered me to a sloppy wet mess down there. And I grabbed that stanchion of his through his boxers. He is proving to be a mighty steed as he pumps into me with the fingers of one hand while undoing my bra with the other. Quite dexterous.
He still hasn't seen my tat over my pussy, as it is still shielded by my underpants which his hand is stuck down. I decided to hold him off for a little longer and pulled his hand away and knelt down, and drew his boxers to the floor. Mighty steed indeed. Perfect size. Big enough to stretch me out, but not big enough to hurt me. I welcomed this player to the scene, and he quickly saluted me for my efforts. Then I showed the man what I could do with my new tongue stud. He was duly impressed and called to the heavens as I worked my way to the root of his shaft, practically kissing his balls with the effort.
Time for the big reveal, as I bid him to sit on the armless chair in the dining room.
"Sit!" I said, and climbed on board fully exposing my spade tattoo.
"Nice tat." He said in kind of a cocky way.
"I could say the same for yours. Biker gang?"
"In my youth. Before the Army."
"Does that explain the bird on your bicep?"
"That's the Screamin' Eagle. Symbol of the 101
st
Airborne Division. The guys who taught me how to jump out of planes."
"Well, mister, it's time for me to do some jumpin' of my own." And I leaped on top of him and sunk that big cock of his into my pussy as I sat down on his lap. Then I wrapped my legs around him and started to do some modified squats. But I don't think he liked the position, because he stood straight up, with his hands on my thighs and moved over to the wall next to the dining table and started to pummel me against the wall. I felt like I was floating and fucking all at the same time. I was in Lu heaven. And all with the consent of my Master.
HEAVEN
.
I could feel him starting to lose me and I wrapped my legs firmly around his tight abs, and he pulled me away from the wall and lay me down on the dining table, where he continued to pound me. He appeared to get better purchase in this position, and pounded me to several small and one gigantic orgasm. I'm afraid, again, I got his floor wet due to my squirts. Men like Mort give me the squirts, and I've wet many a bed. Especially lately. Mostly lately.
After a few more minutes, he called out and came in my pussy. Thank you, birth control. I never needed it more than I did these days. I was a bit orgasmed out by then. He had talent. Now time for pillow talk.
Shit!
"So, Lu. Tell me about the tattoos."
"Well, you know full well about my preference for black men. That's just an expression of my preference.
"And what or who is Urban?"
"Oh, that's just me. Such a city girl. I live in the suburbs, but I like to hunt in the city."
"Hunt?"
"For my preference, of course. Lots to pick from in town. Burbs are dangerous. Too close to home. And slim pickin's. That's why I like to hang at the Roost." Who am I trying to kid. This was like my second time at Hooligan's Roost. That was really Pam's hangout, not mine. But as I built my story, it fell apart right in front of me.
"Now ain't that all just the biggest bunch of bullshit I ever did hear. I'm a cop, Lu. That's all I get all day and all night. Bullshit!"
"Why would I bullshit you, Mort?"
"Because you're a married white wife in a black man's bed who is not your husband. Tell me, Lu, is your husband black or white?"
"He's white, of course. That's one of the reasons I'm with you right now and not him."
"Doesn't measure up?"
"Hardly. Not even close."
"You know, this is not the first time I've seen a tattoo like that one over your pussy."
"Oh?"
Shit!
"Yep. Once with a gal I met at the Roost, and once on a girl we busted as part of a sting operation."
"What kind of sting?"
"Classified. It's an ongoing investigation."
"Does that mean I'm now a suspect?"
"No more than before."
"No more talk." And I rested my head on his muscular chest and closed my eyes. He wrapped an arm around me and we both dozed for a bit.
At about three in the morning, he awoke me from my slumber and told me it was time to go. He would either drive me to my car or take me home. I opted for the car. I'd get myself home, about a thirty-five-minute drive.
The nice thing about the ten-minute drive back to the Roost was that there was no more talking. Too noisy. But he did give me his cop business card when we got to my car and said that if I wanted to do it again to contact him and he'd love to."
I gave him a very passionate kiss, and told him there may just be a next time. And then he hit me over the head with something I never expected.
"You make sure to give Urban my best. Tell him for me, that's some sweet pussy."
And off he sped.
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"police",
"interracial sex",
"tattoo",
"lesbian sex",
"queen of spades",
"commitment",
"slavery",
"wingman"
] |
Family Masters Ch. 09-12
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https://www.literotica.com/s/family-masters-ch-09-12
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Taboo/Incest
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Chapter 9
Luna's choice for a normal family activity was a movie night. The Mansion had a theater, not like a real, full-size one, but big, with a dozen couches, a massive screen, a popcorn machine, and surround sound. She picked one of her favorite movies, and they sat together and watched. Nobody touched, not even married couples, but there was an underlying tension in every movement, every look, every pause in the conversation. She realized right then that even if she didn't join in the family activities, they would never be the same. She'd never be able to sit at a family meal without imagining their naked bodies and hearing their sexual moans.
Her butt still stung, more than she'd admit, as she sat next to Sonya with a whole couch cushion between them. She really looked at her in the dark room. Normally, even before the sex stuff, they'd be cuddling, a blanket over them, joking and laughing. The sex was pushing them apart, rather than bringing them closer, as everyone claimed. She sighed, scootched over to her, threw the blanket over Sonya's legs, and dropped her head on her shoulder. Sonya smiled, readjusted, and melted into her body, her arm snaking around Luna's shoulders. And so they sat together, not getting closer, just being the friends and cousins they always were. It also seemed to open the floodgates, as others, seeing Luna get comfortable, started to cuddle up with each other. Luckily, for her own peace of mind, it was just cuddling, no touching, no sex, no secret handjobs under the blankets.
Someone must have ordered at the end of the movie because almost exactly as they left the theater, the pizza was delivered at the door. They ate, they laughed, they talked; it was normal but tense. Just a little, just under the surface; everyone else wanted Luna to just get on board. It was annoying, but understandable.
Eventually, after a good meal and a long night, she said she was going to bed. She caught Sonya's eyes, who in turn had caught Sasha's and Steven's, who in turn nodded. Luna didn't like the look, like they planned it, decided something for her. Finally, Sonya said, "Can I come?" She made herself small and demure, trying not to make Luna uncomfortable.
Luna grimaced, but saw her friend, and the fact was, she needed a friend right now. It didn't have to be more than that, although... It probably would be. "Yes," she said and held out her hand for Sonya to take. She pulled her from The Mansion and returned to Luna's room. Once they reached the room, Sonya sat on the bed, and Luna went to the closet. She realized she hadn't changed out of her pajamas all day, hadn't even taken a shower like the others did. She suddenly felt tired and dirty. "I'm going to shower," she said and paused, looking at Sonya. "Do you want to join me?" She didn't know why she asked; it just felt right at the moment. But she wondered what she expected, or what expectations she was giving Sonya with the question.
Sonya's eyes widened, but her smile was one of happiness, contentment, and desire. "Yes!" She almost yelled. They left the room and went to the bathroom that she and the twins shared. It wasn't as fancy as the one in her parents' room or anything in The Mansion, but it was nice, with a large tub and shower combination as its centerpiece. Luna started to slowly undress, while Sonya quickly took off her clothes, all the while keeping her gaze on Luna.
Luna looked over Sonya's body again. She'd been naked and sexually active all day, but being closer and alone together felt more intimate. They really did look like twins, their hair and faces and eyes and dimples and lips, but also their butts, hips, and legs, even their tits, while having different cup sizes, had the same small pink nipples. Sonya had a shaved pussy, while Luna had a short triangle of blonde pubic hair.
Sonya was beautiful. Luna hadn't labeled herself as bisexual, but had had more than a few threesomes, and had eaten and been eaten out by a woman. And at the time, she pretended it didn't mean more than 'what you did' during a threesome, but being naked with a woman who'd confessed her love for her, she had to admit, maybe she was. She forced herself to look away from Sonya's body and turned the water on in the shower.
After a handful of seconds, the temperature was ready, and without looking back at Sonya, she stepped under the spray. She put her face under the water and just relaxed into it, then she heard the curtain move aside, and the tub creaked a little. Her heart raced a little more. She didn't know why. Sonya had been naked in her room, on her bed, and even hugged naked earlier, but this felt different. She'd invited her to shower together, it felt like it was meant to be more, even if Luna didn't know what that 'more' was meant to be.
She didn't look back, and suddenly she felt a tentative hand on her back doing small circles. She felt the slickness and realized Sonya was using soap to wash her back. Luna just let her. She stayed facing forward as Sonya's hand roamed her back, shoulders, down her arms, and then they were on her lower back, just above her ass. Luna could feel that Sonya was hesitating to cross that boundary, maybe waiting for Luna to stop her. Luna didn't stop her. After what felt like a long time, Sonya's hands finally moved down.
She rubbed around her ass and her hips. It wasn't crazy; she didn't grab or linger, but it still felt quite intimate. Then she moved past her ass, down to her legs. She sensed Sonya kneeling, then she was washing her feet. Then Sonya gently pushed and pulled Luna to make her turn around, and she followed her lead. Now she was standing under the water, above Sonya, looking down at the submissive girl below her, willing to do anything for her... to her. Luna reached down and ran her fingers through Sonya's wet hair. It felt like praising a pet for doing a good job. She shivered at the thought, at the power, at the love that Sonya gave her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have a sex slave.
Sonya continued to wash up Luna's legs, again pausing as she reached the genitals, again waiting for Luna to stop her, again she didn't stop it. It was mechanical, not sexual, but just doing it, in the shower, with her cousin acting as a sub, drove her mad with passion. Sonya cleaned and moved past her pussy quickly, onto her stomach, then up to her breasts. This time, she didn't slow down, just began cleaning them. Luna closed her eyes and moaned. But then Sonya was done washing her and then seemed lost at what she was supposed to do next. Luna wasn't sure what she wanted to do either. She opened her eyes again and stared directly into her cousin's eyes, the same-colored eyes on the same face, the same height, which made it look like a mirror.
Luna leaned in and kissed Sonya; slow, deep, passionate, and real, tongue moving along Sonya's lips, pushing into her mouth. Her hand went to Sonya's hip, pulling her harder into her. Sonya responded by grabbing Luna's butt. It was amazing. The best kiss she'd ever had. Sonya's lips were soft, her body smooth, her smell amazing, her taste unique; it was unlike any woman she'd felt before. It was different; she was different. Luna forcefully pushed Sonya into the wall and attacked her neck with her lips, a dozen quick pecks on her shoulder and collarbone, until she finally moved to Sonya's breast, kissing around the nipple before taking it in her mouth. Tongue flicking, teeth nibbling, mouth sucking, tasting, and teasing.
Sonya moaned and gently placed a hand on the back of Luna's head, running a hand through her hair. Luna was in heaven, it was amazing, and she wondered if it was 'because of' or 'in spite of' the fact that it was her cousin. Luna's hands found Sonya's ass, and she squeezed tightly, massaging and relishing in the feel of it.
Sonya's hand moved down and found Luna's pussy, and gently and slowly slid up and down it. Luna moaned into her nipple, her hands squeezing tighter, in turn causing Sonya to moan. Ever so gently, Sonya slipped a finger inside. Luna moaned louder and arched her back; her body begging for Sonya.
She began slowly at first, her fingers exploring. She moved with sureness, but with such gentleness. She eased in and out of her achingly slow at first, then began gaining a bit of speed. Luna groaned loudly as Sonya's fingertips grazed her G-spot, causing her hips to rock back.
She began to pump faster. Luna's body reacted by growing wetter still. Her back arched almost painfully, and she's already on the verge of an orgasm. Sonya adjusted her pace to thrust harder and pull out more slowly.
Sonya urged her on to an orgasm with her hand, and her mouth nibbled at Luna's shoulder. Her fingertip began slow circles around the clit, Sonya dipped her head down to take one of Luna's nipples into her mouth. She gripped it lightly with her teeth, her soft tongue stroked at the tip.
She began to suckle, and Luna felt it start. Sonya's fingertip played a staccato on her clit, moving in quick strokes back and forth as she suckled greedily at her breast. Within a few moments, she cried out as the orgasm hit. Luna gushed onto Sonya's hand. Luna's fingers tangled up in Sonya's hair, while she held onto Luna's breast.
Luna snaked her arm down and between Sonya's thighs to find her soaking wet opening, eager to make her come with her. Luna began thrusting into her quickly at first, and then she found Sonya's G-spot. She focused on it, wriggling her fingertips against it whilst she was still suckling on Luna's breast. She moved her thumb to rub back and forth across Sonya's clit while continuing to tease her, and within seconds, she felt Sonya tighten around her fingers.
She continued to thumb the clit, and she heard the whimper from Sonya. Her body went rigid, and Luna gushed again. Then she heard Sonya yell, "Luna!" as she coated her hand in juices.
They took their time easing out of each other, mirroring each other, as they palmed each other's mounds. The tips of their fingers lingered on lips and clits. Luna looked into Sonya's eyes, unfocused from her orgasm, and saw an insane beauty. She couldn't help herself as she leaned in and kissed Sonya again.
After a long, long kiss, Sonya pulled back and whispered, "I love you, Luna. Having you in my life has been one of the best things to ever happen to me."
Luna leaned back and thought about her feelings. Sonya had only made her admission 24 hours ago, and the day hadn't left a lot of time for reflection on that fact. "I love you, too. But, this... I'm not ready to commit... I'm sorry if... I need more time. I'm sorry."
Sonya grabbed Luna's face and made her look at her, "No. You're right. After all, you've seen and done today, I shouldn't have put this on you, too. But thank you for being with me. It has been amazing."
"It has. You're so beautiful, and your hand is so talented." They smiled at each other and burst into laughter. The water continued to run down their bodies as Luna set her head on Sonya's shoulder, and their breasts pressed against each other. "Let's go to bed." The look in Sonya's eyes was of shock and love; she thought she was getting an invite to something more. "Just to sleep. Like we used to." The look returned to normal.
"Yeah... Alright."
-
Steven lay on his massive bed, in his massive bedroom, his naked wife cuddled into his side, her head lay on his chest, looking down at Steven's twin sister Sandy, sucking his cock. "How do you think it's going?" Steven asked.
"Pretty good. Not the quickest to agree, but not the most reluctant either. A few hiccups, but she got really, really into the paddle play."
"Which side do you think she's falling on?" Steven asked and then shivered from the pleasure he was receiving.
"I think she's leaning toward submissive, but just barely. Not a slave. Not a Dom. I think, maybe closer to Mick; going with the flow with all of it."
"I'd be happy if she found that much freedom and joy from sex."
"Really?" Lana joked with him, "You're not hoping she'll be your new nubile sex slave?"
"I mean... I can hope."
Lana gave him a friendly slap on the chest, and Steven felt Sandy giggle on his cock. "Do you think you'll have sex with her? Or rather, do you think she wants to have sex with you?"
"I actually do think a decently large part of her does want that..."
"That would be sexy! You fucking our nieces is so hot, but our daughter sharing our bed..." She moaned and shivered. "I also hope..."
Steven pulled her to him and kissed her, sharing the moment and the passion. "Slave! Lick your Mistress's asshole!"
"Yes, Master," Sandy said and moved from Steven's cock to between Lana's legs. She pushed Lana's thighs up and back, and she dove in.
Lana moaned and squirmed, and Steven asked, "Do you think I can push her harder tomorrow?"
"Harder? Yes. Total domination? No." Lana said, and then squeaked and closed her eyes tight. "Yes! Deeper, Slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," Sandy said through a smirk.
"Okay," Steven said, then grabbed hold of her tit and put his mouth over her nipple. He swirled his tongue around her nipple slowly, feeling it becomes harder and harder. Lana's hand went to the back of his head and lightly played with his hair, occasionally gripping it tightly when a wave of pleasure overcame her. Steven worked one of her breasts with a hand and the other with his mouth, while Sandy used her tongue on her asshole and a hand on Lana's pussy.
"God, Damn!" Lana yelled, "That's so good, Slut!" She moaned again, shivered, and yelled, "Harder!" Steven didn't know which of them she was talking to, but he massaged more roughly and bit on her hardened nub. She screamed in pleasure, "Yes!" She extended the word out as long as she could as she rode an orgasm. Her body shook and bucked.
Steven released her tit, kissed her lips, and then moved down the bed. He got behind his sister, rubbed her ass, then down her pussy, then he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Don't stop! I'll make you cum if you make 'her' cum again."
Sandy moaned and whispered, "Yes, Master!" Then she redoubled her effort on Lana's pussy. Steven reached around, and he grabbed a hold of her tits, feeling the metal piercings in her cute little nipples. He still wasn't sure how he felt about them, he was pretty sure he perfered her without them, but not enough that he'd make a case of it, as Sasha and Sandy both liked them, and Sasha let him fuck her ass to convince him, so he wasn't going to change anything, at least for a while. He gently pulled and twisted a little at the barbells, eliciting a pained grunt from Sandy.
His throbbing cock parted her lips and sank into her depths. He held the position and grabbed onto her ass. Sandy cooed and lowered her head deeper into Lana. A trail of white, frothy cream coated his shaft. He pounded his cock into his sister hard, pushing her into a frenzy. The forceful thrusts pressed Sandy's tongue harder into Lana's sensitive clit.
Lana surrendered to her feelings. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knees spread wider, her mouth opened with a panting sigh. Steven could feel himself reaching the edge. Lana screamed out in orgasm as she grabbed the back of Sandy's head, pushing her deeper in her cunt, screaming, "lick it, cunt!" Sandy didn't disobey; never stopping or even slowing as Lana's juices covered her face.
"Good girl," Steven whispered to her, and he felt her shiver at the praise and the understanding that she'd be allowed to cum now. He looked down to see his cock withdrawing from his sister's pussy, her cunt lips wrapped around it. Then he slammed it back into her hole. Her juices dripped down his balls as they slapped against her. He was on the verge of an orgasm, and his sister was in tune with his cock. He could suddenly feel her cumming on his cock. As she exploded, she screamed into Lana's pussy, muffling most of the sound.
Both women's screams of ecstasy were in her ears, and it sent him over the edge; his balls contracted, his body tightened up, and he pounded into her with one last big thrust. The orgasm ripped through his cock.
His fingers dug into the curve at the top of her hips, pulled her deeper onto his hard, pulsing cock. He unloaded his cum deep into her cunt with a series of hot, wracking shots. They no longer had to worry about pregnancy, as both women in front of him and his mother all had their tubes tied. And Ericka had a medical condition that made it a miracle that Nate was born. A few last strokes, and he pulled out with a wet slurp. Then he and his sister melted, falling onto the bed.
They lay in a pile and rested, the afterglow coursing through their bodies. He could feel a soft, wet mouth on his cock, a small breast on the muscles of his inner thigh. Sandy was cleaning up the mess. She loved the taste of their combined juices.
Chapter 10
Luna came back to consciousness, feeling a warm body under her arm. This wasn't the first time she'd woken up cuddling her cousin; it wasn't the first time she woke up cuddling a naked woman, but it was the first time she'd woken up with her naked cousin. She felt a contentment flow through her body at the memory of their time in the shower, at the soft, pale flesh in front of her, at the slight peach smell of her hair. She inhaled deeply as she moved her hand down and lightly brushed her tit as her fingers found the nipple, lightly circling it with the tip of her finger.
She wondered if this meant she had made the decision, at least the decision on whether she'd be in a relationship with Sonya. Then she thought about it harder and realized, this wasn't a 'relationship'. She could see herself having more and harder sex with Sonya; coming home on the weekends and sharing her bed, but that wasn't the same as love, as a life together, as sharing kinks together, as being her mistress or joining her as a slave. What they did in the shower was part of what Sonya wanted, but it was the smallest part.
And yet, the joy and sexual thrill she felt in that moment was like nothing she'd felt before. She definitely loved Sonya as family and as a best friend, and feeling the way the soft flesh made her heart beat faster, she wondered if she 'could' love her as a lover. But what would her life look like if they moved to that? They looked like twins, so they couldn't 'date', couldn't kiss in public, couldn't move away and pretend to be married. If they did this, it'd have to be like their parents; behind closed doors, maybe with someone to act as a beard to hide their relationship. Did Luna want to live a life like that? She realized she didn't know. She didn't know what fully joining in the family activities would look like. If she did join, should she transfer schools to the one all the others went to? Should she move back home? She was building a life at school; friends, boyfriends, sports, and her major were all there, but her family and crazy, amazing sex were here.
Sometime during her thought process, as her hand continued to tease the nipple, Sonya woke up too. "Morning," she said as her hand went up and took hold of Luna's.
"Good morning," Luna said back and squeezed her cousin's hand.
"How are you doing?"
That question was so thick with levels. Luna took a deep breath and said, "Thinking. Really thinking about it all. Right here, right now, I'm so happy, so horny, I can feel the love you radiate..." She paused for a long time, "But, my life isn't 'this moment', it is college, a career, friends, future children, hobbies, adventure... I don't see how it can work." Sonya tried to interrupt her, but Luna kept talking, "I know! Our parents! They seemed to have made it work. Nathan seniors' money gave them a home, careers, a place to live and play, but what if I don't want 'this' life here? What if I want 'normal'?"
"Do you want 'normal'? Can you go back now?"
"Is that why our family did it this way? Because there's no way back!?" She asked angrily.
"No! No, please. It wasn't a threat! I mean... You had fun! 'We' had fun! I know I can't, and I don't want to, go back to what I was before. I was lost, I wasn't happy with my sexuality, I wasn't happy seeing you leave for college and not seeing each other for weeks. Being together last night feels like the last piece has fallen into place. I guess... I guess I'm saying I want you to stay, to join, and because I'm so happy, I thought you could be happy too..." Sonya sobbed as she begged with her eyes.
"I am happy," Luna said and kissed Sonya lightly. "But having a momentary orgasm is not the same as a 'relationship'. My concerns are not from our time together or the things our family has done. It's what happens after, it's what I'm losing and what I'm gaining. Right here, right now, I'm not ready to move back home for this... As for not going back... I don't want to stop this," she grabbed Sonya's tit to show what 'this' was, "But I still can't 'commit'..." She sighed deeply, "It feels like I'm saying I'll only use you for sex, but that's not it..." She paused again, not sure how to explain it. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to say it. I want you, but I don't see how it'll work long term, and I want to keep living..."
"I don't know how it would work either," Sonya whispered sadly, knowing that if she had the answers, then Luna would stay. "Well, you're home for several more days. There is so much more to see and experience, and maybe you'll change your mind. But even if you don't, you can enjoy it."
A part of her freaked out when Sonya mentioned days more. Everything that happened was all in one day! Then another part of her felt the thrill as she thought that she had days more. Days without needing to decide, to just watch and enjoy the time. No consequences, no expectations, no need to play a part, just enjoying it. No consequences? She wondered if she could be free to do it all; to just do it without caring what anyone thought about it. Yes, she could. That's what every member of her family already did every day.
-
Sasha slammed down on Nate's cock, her hand on his chest holding herself up, her strong legs lifting her thin body up and down, directing her own pleasure. Ericka knelt at the side of the bed, just a few feet from the action. Her arms and legs were hogtied behind her back, a ball gag in her mouth. She was breathing hard, intently watching Sasha using her son's cock; she was wet and horny.
Sasha relished in the pleasure, in the nicely sized cock below her, in Nate's ability to hold off an orgasm for quite a while. The sex was great, but the power was greater still. She hadn't had the chance yet to shoot her shot with Luna, but the other 12 were pretty much hers to use as she liked. Only Uncle Steven offered any resistance; even Nate, who claimed to be a Dom, was her plaything. He wasn't bad at being in control; he had a strong hand, a strong voice, he knew when to push and when to pull, knew his family's specific kinks, but Sasha still felt like he was playing at it. Because she'd entered his home, his master bedroom, woke him and Ericka up, and took full control.
Neither questioned why she was in the room, neither objected as she tied up Ericka with their own toys, and Nate didn't stop her as she mounted him and took what she wanted. She leaned down and they kissed. At first, just quick pecks, but in moments, they were passionately kissing. His hands started at her face, worked their way down to her hips, then her thighs, and he squeezed, his fingers dug roughly into her flesh.
She ground her needy pussy against him as he continued to kiss and grope her. His hands were everywhere, squeezing her perfect ass, tracing the curve from her hips to her tiny waist, kneading her little breasts. One of the best things about being with Nate was that she always felt like she was the center of his world when they were together. He was loving and considerate. He groped her like he didn't have enough hands.
She felt like she was about to explode. Nate's cock felt like it was made of granite. Her nipples were hard as diamonds, her breasts swelling with each deep breath. They didn't stop kissing. She loved the taste of him.
He rolled on top of her, and her legs wrapped around him. He ground against her needy cunt, and she gasped and moaned at the feeling. She writhed beneath him and clutched him tightly as she came, waves of pleasure making her hips buck against him. The climax slowly faded, leaving her liquified in his arms. She looked at Ericka, noticing she, too, had had an obvious orgasm. Sasha gave her a cocky smile.
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Maryanne moaned as her husband's cock plowed into her cunt. It was so rare to be together with her own husband like this. It was only ever guaranteed on their anniversary. He'd eat her out almost daily, she'd fuck him with a strap-on several times a week, but he couldn't get an erection if not ordered to, and he wasn't often ordered to when they were alone. However, Master Steven had made his orders clear enough for Aaron to overcome that block. He'd told them as they were heading to bed last night to be free and open and available all weekend, and Aaron took advantage of that freedom. They hadn't had this much sex, with each other, in one night, in decades.
What he lacked in size compared to every other male in the family, he more than made up for in technique. He was a sex slave, a servant, one who got pleasure from giving pleasure, and as such, he had learned everything he could, understood men and women's desires, could read a new partner like a book, and give them something special. His hand, fingers, tongue, and even his cock were skillful and precise. She'd learned long ago, though, that she needed a strong man, a dominant hand, a hard voice, someone who didn't care about her pleasure. Aaron couldn't give her that, but she loved him more than anyone, more than her kinks, more than her orgasms, more than her Master-Son; she'd leave it all if Aaron ever demanded it. But at the end of the day, he liked it all even more than she did, and they both knew they'd do this until their bodies no longer allowed them.
They'd joined this life over 25 years ago, after years of being unfulfilled by the sex they had with each other. But, a chance meeting with a man with a big cock and a bigger ego, used and discarded her like a plaything. It was, at least at the time, the best sex she'd ever had. It unlocked something that was deep inside her, beaten down by a religious family. She feared that as she and her husband embraced this life, it'd get old like the other things she'd tried, but it never did, never got old, and unless ordered not to have an orgasm, she always came, and always came hard, always got excited by the thought of being used, at the thought of being belittled, at being tied up, at being ordered to have sex with her husband. Master Steven ordering her to enjoy her husband was all it took to make it feel like his small dick was a massive vibrating unit; she would have gotten off on just the thought of following her Master's orders. "Harder, baby!" She yelled at him as she felt her orgasm build.
He did, his 66-year-old body moved with the speed, strength, and passion of a man half his age. But, he knew it wasn't enough, so the hand playing with her nipple also twisted harder, and his mouth on the side of her neck sucked and bit like he was trying to give her a hickey.
He thrusted into her harder and faster, their hips slapping together.
Maryanne wrapped her arms around his sweaty body. Each pump jolted her backbone as he slid balls deep into her. Her insides clutched him like a vice, begging him to bury himself further with every thrust. Their bodies' groove synced together. Her breasts quivered and bounced with each thrust he delivered, creating a hypnotic rhythm.
His hard cock slipped inside her over and over again, every movement making her gasp for breath, every plunge sending shockwaves through both their bodies. The wet sounds that emanated from between her thighs were a beautiful, debauched symphony to her ears. Her gasps filled the room as he fucked her harder and faster. Each ragged breath she took was punctuated by soft whimpers and moans. Her eyes rolled back, lips parted in a silent scream as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Maryanne's hands claw at his back, nails breaking the skin as she bucked against him like a wild animal. Her moans morphed into desperate, guttural cries with each brutal thrust, the room filled with the wet, sucking sounds of her dripping pussy. The dirty sounds of their fucking and her desperate, breathless screams of pleasure pushed her to my limit. "Fuck!" She screamed as her hips gyrated.
She met his thrusts, her body arched up into him. He picked up the pace, his hard cock tearing into her. "Honey. Your pussy feels so good. You want my cum?" Aaron whispered.
"Yes!" She moaned, "I want it!" She screamed. His warm breath in her ear was driving her crazy.
"You little slut," he growled, "You like this, don't you?"
Maryanne moaned, her head thrown back, her hair a wild mess. "Oh, fuck yeah, Aaron!" she gasped. "Keep going," she purred, "Fill me up with your fucking cum."
He leaned forward and kissed her hard, his tongue tangling with hers. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through her. With one final slow push, he buried himself balls deep. He threw his head back and, with one final grunt, unloaded into her. Then she too stopped holding back and also screamed through an orgasm.
Aaron fell heavily on her body. He wasn't heavy, and she was in good shape, so she didn't mind as her arms wrapped harder around him, holding him in place, feeling his cock slowly deflate inside her, "I love you."
"I love you, too, honey. I miss this. Just us."
"Yeah, it's nice... Maybe... Maybe, we should ask Master for more of this?" She asked him, a little fearful.
His eyes widened just a little too, but he laughed, "I'd love that! Now that everyone is in the loop, I don't think he'd mind us stepping away a little more..." He paused for a long time, "We're not getting any younger, and there are so many more attractive people Master could play with... I wouldn't mind starting to pull away together."
Maryanne hadn't meant all that, but he was right. They'd so far held onto their membership to The Club, a private club that had a minimum beauty standard, and she didn't know of a single member who held on past 75; they were currently some of the oldest members. And it did sound nice to take a step back with Aaron. They'd still cook, clean, and care for the house and family, still join in the family fun, but they could stop with the greater community. "I think, maybe... I'd like that." She paused to let that sink in, "Sixty-nine me, let's clean each other."
"Yes, dear," he joked and moved off her.
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Luna, hand in hand with a naked Sonya, pulled her from her house toward The Mansion. The early autumn breeze had a bite to it that caused Sonya to shiver and goosebumps to cover her whole body. Luna picked up her pace and they entered the big house, then entered the dining room, expecting the whole family again, but finding only her father sitting at the head with only a mug of coffee in front of him. "Good morning, honey. Morning, Sonya,"
"Good morning, Dad," Luna said, wondering where everyone else was.
"Good morning, Master," Sonya said, causing Luna's head to turn to her quickly. That still sounded so weird.
"Slave. Go wake your grandparents, start breakfast, and then let everyone else know when it will be ready."
"Yes, Master," Sonya said, then, instead of moving to the door, she leaned over Steven and kissed him deeply. Her father's hand reached around and grabbed Sonya's ass. It was weird and so erotic. After they broke the kiss, Sonya said, "Thank you, Master." Her whole body flushed, and she seemed to be horny. Luna wondered about her claim of being a lesbian and also getting so aroused kissing a man. Then Sonya gave her one last apologetic look and left the room.
"Have a seat, Luna. Let's talk," he said with a mix of fatherly voice and what she was coming to recognize as his master voice.
"Okay, Dad," she said and took the seat closest to him.
"I assume you know what I'm about to ask?"
She did. He said he'd keep checking in, and although Sonya wouldn't have had a chance to check in, she suspected he knew what they did in the shower. "I think so," she said, looking down, embarrassed.
"And? How are you handling everything?" He asked calmly.
Luna squirmed a little, having thought about it late into the night, keeping her from sleep, but she'd made a few decisions. "I think I've come to accept it all and... I think I'm going to..." She paused, not sure she could say it out loud. "And I'm going to let go and spend the weekend doing what I want. And who I want."
Her father laughed, a deep belly laugh, and he smiled down at her, "Good! I'm happy for you. I'll keep directing activities, just jump in when you want, or pick someone and bring them somewhere private if you don't want an audience."
"Okay. Thanks, Daddy," she added a sexy lilt to the word 'daddy'.
Chapter 11
They talked about less serious things after that. People started to shuffle in, first her mother, Lana, who gave Steven a kiss and Luna an understanding look. Then Nate and Sasha came in, whispering conspiratorially. Then Mick and Nick, but before they sat down, her dad said, "Boys. You're going to 'serve' breakfast this morning." The word serve meant more than just food.
"Yes, Sir," Nick said quickly.
"Yeah, alright," Mick said with a smirk and not adding an honorific. Playing along, but not showing reverence. Then they headed toward the kitchen.
And last to come in was Anton, who quietly took a seat, and conversation continued until breakfast was ready. Just like the day before, a trolley was rolled in by naked people, with Mick and Nick among them, acting submissive and quiet. It seemed that despite Mick's flippant attitude, once he agreed, he took it seriously. They quietly served the food, then moved to the wall and waited. Then her father started eating, and Luna slowly followed his lead but kept looking at the living statues.
"Luna?" Her father asked her, startling her. "Would you like to do the honors?" He asked with a smirk.
Honors? Luna thought, then caught it; he wanted her to tell the slaves to go under the table, to use them. She looked at the seven of them, then looked down, then thought about 'taking part' like she'd said to her father, then finally said, "Slaves, serve us under the table. Ericka, start with me." Most of the people, especially Ericka's, eyes went wide, but nobody made any mention of it. The Slaves simply moved, dropped, and then crawled under the table. Even with the size of the massive table, seven adults crawling around under it caused a lot of bumping and redirecting.
But, quickly, Luna felt a hand on both thighs. She jumped a little but calmed down quickly. The hands rubbed up and down her thighs, moving a little higher with each circuit. Luna's breathing was getting more rapid, and she gulped. Then she saw other people reacting to getting touched. The hands on her legs moved up to her hips, grabbed the edge of her pajama bottoms and the panties underneath, and slowly pulled. Luna felt she had to lift her butt for them to slip past. Her last conscious choice before Ericka would lick her pussy at the dining table. After one last deep breath, she lifted herself up, and her clothes were pulled down her legs and then off completely.
The hands rubbed her inner thighs, eliciting a slight moan. Then they pushed her knees apart, and a moment later, Ericka's hair brushed the inside of her legs. She shivered deeply at the thought and could feel herself getting wet.
She took in a sharp breath of air. Ericka's tongue circled the insides of Luna's shaking thighs. She licked close to the lips of her pussy, but not quite there, teasing her. She kissed right on the pussy. This resulted in a slight moan and heavier breathing. She kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, moving closer and closer with every lick.
"Please," Luna begged. The people around the table looked up at her and smiled deeply. "Please stop playing," she practically whined. Suddenly, Ericka's tongue licked up and down her slit, slowly. "Fuck," she moaned and nearly fell out of her chair. The tongue swirled around her clit. She sped up and sucked her clit in and out of her mouth.
The orgasm came on faster than any she could remember. It washed over her so fast she didn't know what hit her. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her moans turned into a scream. And Ericka didn't stop, she didn't even ease off a little. She only grasped her legs harder and sucked the clit into her mouth faster.
She continued her assault between Luna's legs. Sucked and licked her clit furiously. Her moans became louder. Her legs became stiffer. Her thighs were numb. Her body was unable to register anything other than what Ericka was doing to her. "I'm going to cum." She whispered. She could feel the heat build up in her stomach. Suddenly, her breathing became ragged, and her moans were so loud that everyone around the table was staring at her. She expected her to stop, but she didn't. She kept going.
Eventually, she couldn't take any more. She felt like she didn't have any more left in her. "Okay, okay, stop. I need a break." She managed to get out, and suddenly, Ericka stopped and moved back. Luna melted; her arms felt too heavy even to lift her fork.
"I was wondering how long it would take before you told me to stop," Ericka giggled from under the table.
She was dumbfounded. So she wasn't going to stop if she hadn't said so? "Fuck you," she giggled back.
Ericka just laughed.
"Luna?" Her dad tried to grab her attention again. "Would you like them to switch to the next person?"
What!? There were seven people under there. Was she expected to do that six more times!? "Oh, I don't... I mean... More!?"
Her father laughed, "Do it like this." He said to her, then said to the room, "Switch! Rex, go to your granddaughter. Slow, just give her pleasure, don't make her cum."
Grandpa Aaron said, "Yes, Master."
Luna was a little dumbfounded, struck dumb by the orgasm, but also trying to catch up to what her father just ordered. She'd picked Ericka to do that because she wasn't related to her. But her grandpa touching her, giving her oral...? She almost yelled no based on fears of incest and her old memories of her grandfather. Then caught herself and reminded herself that she said she'd play without fear. How was this worse than her cousin in the shower?
She had very little time to think about it before she felt a different hand on her knee. It made a small, light rub, reassuring her. She took another deep breath but deliberatively widened her knees, giving him tacit permission. Then his tongue slowly found her slit, and she immediately felt the difference between slow and quick techniques. He didn't attack, didn't focus on the clit, didn't push too hard; he just licked slow, light, and steady. It created a slow, low pulse of continuous pleasure throughout her body, unlikely to ever give her an orgasm, but it was good. It was an amazing accompaniment to an amazing meal.
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Sasha ate and enjoyed the tongue on her pussy. It was one of the twins, she thought it was Nick, as he was always more enthusiastic. But most of her perception was on Luna, getting her first public orgasm. She looked so much like Sonya that it was insane, and Sasha wanted nothing more than to have both of them under her at once. So far, though, Luna didn't seem overly submissive, let alone going full sex slave, but she 'did' get off a lot during the bondage. She considered trying to just get her into bed without the games, not quite as fun, but sexy nonetheless.
The slaves were kept under the table much longer than usual, likely Uncle Steven's idea to give Luna a bigger experience. But, she was all but done eating by the time they came up and started eating themselves. She watched as Luna awkwardly pulled up her pajama bottoms; if she kept doing this, she'd learn that wearing super short bottoms to breakfast was the best bet, as they could just be pulled aside, rather than all the way down.
She wanted to just propose to Luna and take her away, but there was a danger in that. If she wasn't ready, it'd lower Sasha's dominant persona for Luna and the other slaves. She shouldn't ask until she knew the answer. She didn't know what Uncle Steven had planned for the day, but it'd probably be a group activity meant to lead to an orgy. Sasha could probably have a turn with Luna during one of those, but that wasn't the same as the conquest she desired. Even if Luna didn't want to go full slave, Sasha wanted her to beg, to call her Mistress, to follow her orders, to serve her without expecting anything in return. The good news was that Luna seemed to be quite sexual, quite adventurous, and very horny.
Because of how long the slaves were under the table, those above the table finished eating before them, but Uncle Steven just poured more coffee, leaned back, and waited for them. Sasha fidgeted, wanting to, but afraid to, push Luna or mess with Steven's plans. Once the slaves were done, Uncle Steven said, "Normally, I'd want to show you some more outdoor stuff; pool fun and the like, but it's a little too cold, so we're going to use the hot tub in the basement."
Sasha smiled pretty widely at that, and a few of the others squeaked and moaned. Everyone appreciated the process of introducing new family members. Sasha had experienced her own, and then Sonya's weekend; the sex and orgies and games and togetherness during those events were constant. 'Normal' life in this world was fun, intense, passionate, but it didn't compare to everything all at once that was happening this weekend. It felt new and amazing; a pace that was hard to maintain every day, it was more like Thanksgiving dinner.
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Luna once again walked hand in hand with her father down to the sex basement. She was beginning to truly understand how important this room was to her family and their pleasure. Then, once again, they moved to the locker area, and they once again all began to strip naked, and Luna once again stood there in fear about getting naked with them. Despite what happened at the table and her vow to take part in the activities, she was afraid of being vulnerable, to be judged and leered at.
Sonya, already naked, came up next to her and placed a hand on her back. She didn't say anything, just rubbed in small circles, and gave her a reassuring look. Luna looked back, then down at Sonya's body, then at the rest of the naked flesh around her, took a deep breath, and began to unbutton her pajama top.
She then dropped the bottoms and stood there in a basic white cotton set. She folded her hands over her breasts to hide herself, took more deep breaths, and looked around at the other people again. They were all naked already, and they were all looking at her; not staring, not judging, just waiting for her to be ready to follow, or to run off again. She turned away from them, face close to the lockers, then reached back and unhooked her bra, then, after only a slight pause, dropped her panties. She could feel every eye on her, right on her ass; she subconsciously flexed and tightened it. Finally, she turned around, forcing herself not to cover her body.
"Perfect," her dad whispered.
"Wow!" Mick said with a sultry leer.
Sasha gave her a look like she was just a piece of art, not a person. Luna blushed deeply, but stood there and let them look.
Finally, her mother approached her and hugged her, a hug while they were both naked. "You're beautiful, honey," she whispered to her. Then she grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her deeper into the basement. She was led down a hall that she hadn't been shown before, and they entered a heavy, tightly sealed door. Inside was a tiled spa. When her father had said hot tub before, she pictured a normal four to eight-person tub, but that's not what was in this room. The main feature was an eight-by-twenty-foot pool, with benches along the long sides, and the middle trench about four feet deep. Along the back wall was a large, long sauna behind a glass wall. And along the inner side were several shower heads. The whole thing was tiled in white marble. It was beautiful and expensive-looking. "Wow!" She whispered to herself. Even if she didn't join the sex activities, she'd definitely be spending a lot of time in here.
Lana led her over to the showers, told her to rinse off before entering the pool; she couldn't think of it as a hot tub. The others did the same around her, and then they all headed down the stairs into the water. It was very warm, but not hot. Once they were in the water, her father pulled her along deeper in, then stopped at a random part of the bench.
She felt a swelling in her chest as she noticed the way his eyes twinkled as he looked at her face. He kept his eyes on hers, not even roaming over her naked chest above the water. He then leaned in, his lips heading towards her, but stopped just a few inches from her, letting her make the final move, the same way Sonya had done a few nights ago.
This felt so different than her cousin; it was her father, her daddy. He was 'just' a father. She could see his tight muscles, his pretty face, his nice hair, and his beautiful green eyes. Suddenly, in between thinking of why it was such a bad idea, she found herself getting turned on by him; so quickly, a 180-degree turn. Then she kissed him deeply.
She moaned into the kiss, pressing herself against him. She realized her naked breasts were against his chest, her hand was on his hip, inches from his growing cock. "You're amazing," Steven groaned. He slid his lips to her neck as he squeezed her ass, causing her to grind on his cock as it stiffened. She almost panicked at it all, but let it go and just went with it. It wasn't easy to ignore all the reasons she shouldn't be doing this, but they were overshadowed by his talented lips.
She gasped and moaned as he nibbled and sucked on her neck and earlobe. She arched her back and ground into him. "I want you to cum right now. Right here," Her father said, it was a crazy thing to say, a crazy thing to think about, a crazy thing to consider, but she didn't stop him either.
She moaned and reached down to rub him. Feeling her father's naked cock was intense, crazy, erotic, and wonderful. He was so hard and longer than any man she'd been with. She gave him a few tentative strokes.
He turned her towards the edge of the pool. Thinking he might bend her over right there and push into her from behind. Again, another flash of panic. It wasn't unexpected, considering who her father was, where they were, and the kiss they had just had, but still, it'd be so unceremonious.
But instead, he lined her up with the strongest water jet. "I want you to let the jet make you cum," he said.
She laughed, but went along with it, allowing him to position her so that she was kneeling up on the bench, a couple of feet away from the jet. He guided her with his hands on her hips until her pussy was in its line of fire, and she felt the pressure from the stream of water near her clit.
She moaned softly. Her hand moved towards her clit instinctively, only to be swatted away. "Don't touch yourself. Let the water do the work." She wasn't convinced that she'd be able to cum without stimulation from her fingers, but she tried it for him. The way he kissed her neck and rubbed her breasts helped her along nicely. "Such a naughty slut." Luna shivered at the name 'slut'. "I want to feel you cumming against me, just like this. Cum for me, Luna. Feel the jet on your clit and let yourself cum."
It was a struggle to hold still, to let the stream of water provide constant stimulation. Despite her skepticism, the strong, warm water was getting her close. "That pussy is going to cum. Right here, where everyone will see. Show them what a good slut you are for me." She shuddered, her 'father' controlling her, calling her a slut, touching her breasts and pussy, dominating her... It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
Her moans came out faster and breathier as she focused on cumming. Her head rolled back onto Steven's shoulder, and she squeezed her hands around his as he held her hips in place. "That's it," he said into her ear when he sensed she was close. "Cum hard, slut. Right here in the hot tub." Her body writhed in his arms and against his chest as she came. "Good girl," He growled into her ear.
She moaned and reached down to rub her hand over her pussy as she came down. She had a big smile on her face. "That was so good," She breathed, turning in his arms to face him. She cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him, squeezing around him as she felt another tingle course through her body, from the back of her neck down to her curling toes.
Chapter 12
Nate sat on the edge of the pool, legs dangling over the edge, and between his legs were Maryanne, Sandy, and Sonya. He wondered if anywhere else in the world, three generations of beautiful sex slaves existed to serve the same cock; a cock related to them. That thought alone was almost as sexy as what the women were doing to his dick.
Maryanne massaged his balls and the lower part of his cock, Sandy sucked and teased the top, and Sonya, looking awkward, just gently rubbed his thigh and abs. Sonya was always an oddity to Nate. She claimed to be a lesbian, he could tell she was a lesbian, and yet she had sex with any man who asked or demanded of her. Sexuality itself confused him. His father, Anton, and Nick all claimed not to be bisexual, and yet had sex with men. Anton and Nick sucked and took cock, but only when acting as submissives. His father fucked men, gave handjobs to Anton, but didn't suck cock. Nate couldn't understand this. He didn't want to have anything to do with men, even in an orgy; he didn't touch them, didn't lick pussies that had men's cum in them, he didn't even do double penetration, because he didn't want his cock to touch another man. And the odd thing was that this made him the odd man out in his family and The Club. Such a hard line 'was' weird in their world; gender and sexuality were so fluid for all of them, but Nate couldn't see a man like that.
But it seemed Dominance and Submissiveness could overcome Sonya's strong stance in a way that it couldn't for Nate. Ordering her to have sex with a man made her horny enough to not care who fucked her; it was a crazy concept. The same with Nick and Anton, once they were ordered, they did almost anything. They all had their limits, of course; Anton didn't like bondage and paddles, but he'd do it if pushed just a little harder. They loved being ordered, they got horny from being ordered, and they could get an orgasm from just being ordered. And so he ordered them.
"Take it deep, bitch!" he ordered his aunt Sandy. And she rose up and higher and then took him all the way to the back of her throat. Then she pulled off, swirled her tongue around the leaking head of his cock. She moaned as she tasted him, then kissed his tip and wrapped her lips around him again, sucking lightly. Then she licked her way down his hard shaft, all the way to his balls, rubbed them with her tongue, moaned, and pinched the skin between her lips lightly before taking them into her mouth and sucked.
Nate groaned and put his hands on the back of Sandy's head, gathering her hair into a ponytail, and tugged gently. That seemed to only spur her on more. She sucked his balls eagerly, moaning on them and rubbing them with her tongue. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Little Slut," Nate groaned. Then he pressed her down onto his balls harder.
She moaned on him and reached down to touch herself as he dragged her mouth back up his cock and thrust into her parted lips roughly. "That's it, take my cock." Maryanne and Sonya moved up his body and each took a nipple into their mouths, licking and teasing him.
He held Sandy's head in place with one hand under her chin and the other gripping a fistful of the hair on top of her head. Then he fucked her mouth, thrusting fast and deep and gagging her on his cock. She moaned, and it came out as wet glucking sounds as saliva spilled from her lips, down her chin, and chest.
Using the same grip on her hair, he pulled her off and tossed her back, causing a splash as she went under, but she quickly came back up with a smile. Nate then grabbed his grandmother's hair and replaced his aunt with her mouth, forcing her down on his cock. She took it quickly and enthusiastically.
Sonya continued to kiss his chest, collarbone, and neck, pressing her breasts into his side. He reached down and grabbed her ass. It was so soft and firm. Her whole body was tight, her face was beautiful, her eyes were enchanting; she was amazing. She was the exact woman he'd love to date and marry if it wasn't for the fact that she was gay, his cousin, and in love with Luna. He squeezed her ass harder and leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back, no hint of objection or disgust; it felt just like she loved him.
Aunt Sandy had returned to the other side of his body, and her lips landed on his neck. Maryanne attacked Nate's cock with her tongue and lips. She worked the cock, savoring it. He felt his cum building, boiling and ready to shoot, but somehow the older woman sensed it and withdrew just long enough so that when she began devouring his cock again, there was yet another, higher level of sexual pleasure.
Her talented tongue worked on his most sensitive spot, causing him to gasp and moan. He didn't want to cum, he wanted to fuck Sonya's tight pussy, so he grabbed her hair as well, pulled her off, and roughly pushed her away. He knew she liked to be treated roughly even more than Sandy.
Nate sat down on the bench, his cock standing at attention. He then guided Sonya onto his lap, ordering her, "Take my cock and sit on it like the good little slut you are." Holding her by the hips, she straddled him. She grabbed his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her wet little pussy before slowly starting to inch his cock deep into her pussy.
She groaned, "Oh, my! You are stretching out my poor little pussy!" She screamed. He let her control how quickly she wanted to take his cock. With his hands on her hips, he looked at her beautiful face, already distorted with the intensity that came with taking his cock.
Her mouth found his as she fully impaled herself on his cock and growled, "Oh, baby. So good! Fuck your little slut!" She begged.
He controlled her hips to rub her pussy back and forth on his cock, making sure her clit rubbed against his body. Once he had her worked up, he groaned, "Come on, Sonya, fuck my big cock. Fuck me, baby." Sonya was quickly closing in on her orgasm as she started to fuck him with more enthusiasm. Up and down, she sat on his cock as they quickened their pace.
She placed her hands on his shoulder for support and started to babble, "Thank you, Master. Oh, God! So good! Yes! Yes! Right there! Harder, harder, harder!. Oh, my God!"
He pulled her tit into his mouth and sucked her nipple as he continued to fuck her. He felt her pussy start to convulse on his cock. He nibbled her nipple with his teeth. Then, suddenly, her body collapsed onto his as her body exploded with an orgasm and her pussy clamped down on his cock.
He kept pounding her pussy as he was nearing his own orgasm. He groaned, "Keep fucking me, baby. I'm getting ready to cum."
She opened her eyes and fucked him harder. Her tongue swirled in his ear, and she groaned, "You are so big, baby. Fuck my pussy. Cum inside me, baby."
He felt his orgasm rising inside of him and groaned, "Here it comes, baby." He fucked Sonya faster and harder until he finally erupted, shooting into her tight little cunt.
As he was emptying his cum inside her, he felt her pussy again clamp down on his cock as she let out a long, loud moan, "Yes, Master! I'm cumming again. So good, baby, so good." She collapsed in his arms, letting her orgasm wash through her. Her body felt right in his arms. She was truly amazing.
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Sasha watched as Nate took three of the female slaves for himself, so she looked around and did a mental inny mini miney moe. Then she decided to one-up Nate, and she pointed at Nick, Mick, Aaron, and Anton, "You, you, you, and you," he finished pointing, "You're going to make me cum!" He would literally one-up Nate by using four of them. She smiled to herself, walked into the water, not looking to see if the others were following, she knew they would, even Mick, who wasn't a slave, followed her orders. She loved the power. That power caused her nipples to harden, her skin to flush, and her pussy to moisten.
She walked along the bench, the water just above the knees, and she still didn't look back at those she chose; she simply raised her arms delicately out to her sides. She didn't just expect them to service her; she knew they would, she knew it as definitely as she knew gravity would keep working. Power and control. And they did. First, a tentative touch on one arm, then the other, then lips on the arm, quick, passionate kisses on bare skin. Then a hand rubbed her ass and lips on the back of her neck. The hands running down her thigh. Hands and kisses, sensation everywhere, the love and worship drove her mad.
She kept her eyes closed, just feeling; not looking, not hearing, not thinking, just the fire of desire. They wordlessly directed her, turning her until the back of her legs hit the edge, and she sat down. Then, they gently lowered her onto her back onto the warm tile. Then a pair of lips touched her; she thought maybe it was Mick, he still had a measure of dominance that the others couldn't manage. A pair of lips attached themselves to her nipple, licking, sucking, and biting. Hands massaged her thighs and lightly pushed them apart, and kisses began trailing up the inside of her legs. And someone lifted her foot from the water, began massaging and kissing it before his tongue licked between her toes. "God!" She screamed, echoing in the small room.
The difference between two men touching her against one man was amazing, but the difference between four men and two men was divine. A tongue licked up her slit, a hand furiously rubbed her clit, kisses trailed down her neck, collarbone, and ear, her tits were stimulated, and the pressure on her feet was relaxing. She couldn't keep up with it all, couldn't focus; she melted into the heat of the room and the pleasure of her body. "Yes! More! Harder!" She yelled. Her hands found the back of the heads of the one kissing her neck and the one on her tit, her father Anton, based on the hair. Her finger curled and grabbed that hair, both from the pleasurable surge that ran through her and to show her control. She pushed harder on her father, making him attack her nipple harder.
The tongue on her pussy went deeper into her; she didn't know for sure if it was Nick or her grandpa. She didn't want to open her eyes to check, as she was enjoying the blind passion. But she guessed it was Nick, as while it was good, her grandpa was a master, and she thought she'd be able to tell the difference.
It was the most amazing experience. Her family's world was so strange, yet the most perfect thing in the world. She wished she could sing their praises from the rooftops, to tell her casual friends about these encounters, but she had to keep it secret, which she supposed made it even more exciting. She wondered, if ever becoming necessary, could she go back to one man, to marry, to be 'normal'? As a small orgasm raced up her body, she didn't think she could. Her parents and grandparents all found a workaround, and that gave her a lot of hope for a fun and exciting future. "Someone fuck me!" She ordered.
There was a pause, then some shuffling, but the mouths on her neck and tits stayed where they were, then someone was pushing her knees further apart. Then a dick pushed into her pussy. It was the small cock of her grandfather. Not what she hoped for, but he deserved it, and he wasn't going to be the only one, so she didn't need to get off with him. But she did need to mock him, because that's what he wanted. "You think that little cock is going to get me there, Grandpa?"
"Sorry, Mistress," he said and thrust harder and faster to try to prove her wrong. His thumb worked her clit in just the way she liked. Maybe he could get her there. She let out a loud moan of approval. Aaron alternated strokes between hard and fast and long and slow.
Sasha's breathing was getting faster. She ground her pussy into her grandpa's pubic bone. "Yeah, fuck me harder. Just like that. Oh yeah!" Sasha doubted her grandpa's dick alone could ever get her over the edge, but with the addition of his hand and three other people touching and kissing her, she was building to it as fast as she ever had. A hand tweaked her other nipple, twisting hard, and sending a jolt through her. She squealed, and Aaron fucked her faster. She let out one long, prolonged howl and came! "Next!" She yelled even though she hadn't felt her Grandpa cum.
There was no pause from Aaron; he was a good, obedient slave who wouldn't question her order. She loved that about him. He just pulled out of her and moved back. Then another person took his place. Hands gripped her thighs and squeezed, and she knew it was her father. His hands were huge, and the strength in them was intense. A cock rubbed up and down her slit, and when she moaned, it was pushed forward into her. Then she screamed, "Yes!" He wasn't the longest cock in the house, but he may have been the thickest, so he was a solid fuck. "Yes, Daddy! Pound me!" She was hot and wet.
He started to slowly slide his cock in and out of her, maintaining a slow pace. He felt so damn good. She was raising her hips to accept the full length of his shaft, which made it feel even better. The longer he fucked her, the harder and faster he went. She was moaning pretty steadily.
Her pussy was feeling even hotter and wetter than it had been when he'd started fucking, bringing an orgasm on even faster. It felt so amazing that she couldn't hold back. She could feel her father's cock swelling even more as he was right on the verge of cumming, and that pushed her along faster. The cock, the hands, the lips, the feel, the love, the desire, the heat of the room, and their bodies, all pushed her over the edge again. Another quick but hard orgasm rocked her body. Her heart was beating so fast, her brain was turning to mush, she was getting overheated, but now she wanted to see if she could get four orgasms from four men; it was a challenge to herself now. "Next!" She yelled out with less strength than last time.
She still held her eyes closed tightly, adding the blindness to her challenge. Anton moved away from her, and one of the twins took his place. He guided his cock toward her pussy, then rubbed it against her pussy; her wetness transferred to him. His hands found her narrow waist, and with his dick lined up, he pulled her back and pushed himself forward, bottoming out in her cunt. It felt amazing as he moved in and out of her.
He wasn't subtle, didn't go slow, didn't try any new techniques; he'd seen what the last two did, and he was going to do his part. He controlled the pace, and she was just enjoying the feel of it. He started out slowly but was gradually picking up the pace as her pussy was getting even hotter and wetter; she was surprised that after the last two orgasms, she could get any hornier. Her moans were echoing in the small room, and it wasn't long before she was obviously getting close to another orgasm.
It wasn't usual for her to have a bunch of smaller orgasms before and after the main event, but these were all full, body-shaking orgasms, and they were amazing, but draining. Maybe if the room weren't so hot and steamy, then they wouldn't be taking such a toll. But, she was so hot, her breath was deep and ragged, her heart didn't slow, pleasure continued to move up and down her body, the kisses and massages didn't stop, and the twin in her pussy was still plowing away, trying to give himself his own orgasm. But she was close; she wanted to have four orgasms with four men. She'd never had four full orgasms in one session before. "Next," she said in a near whisper.
Even with the weakness of the word, the person in her pussy immediately pulled out and moved away. Even so vulnerable and weak-sounding, her power was nearly absolute. She shuddered again; she loved control, even more than the orgasms. And then the final person took his place, the other twin. His hands rubbed her thighs, her stomach, her hips, and her clit. He seemed to recognize she needed a minute and more stimulation if she was going to get the fourth orgasm. Although stimulation might not be the problem. There was stimulation on every part of her body; half a dozen hands trying their best to give her pleasure, while she gave nothing back. She moaned loudly; the thought of the power doing what the physical touch wasn't.
A cock moved up and down on the outside of her pussy several times. He pushed hard on her legs, spreading them until she was doing the splits. It was a painfully pleasurable sting. Then he guided his cock toward her entrance, rising higher so he could go deeper. Taking her by the hips, he started to slowly slide in and out of her, and she wanted to rise up to meet him, but found she was almost out of energy, and so she just lay there and allowed herself to be worshipped.
He was picking up his pace as she felt the pleasure continuing to build and felt the signs of an orgasm approaching. But, she also felt it wouldn't come as easily as before and tried to use more mental pictures to spur her on.
The smacking of his balls against her ass seemed loud in the room, with an occasional grunt or moan to complement it. He moved his cock with speed, force, and passion, causing her to moan even more. Someone bit her nipple hard, sending another jolt through her body. Her pleasure built, her pussy sent several pulses throughout her body, and she was so close. Surprisingly, it was the man in her pussy who came first, the only one of the four to do so. Luckily, though, that feel of the hot cum hitting inside her gave her the final push, and she screamed out into the room, louder than any before.
"Four for four," she whispered to herself, with a huge smile.
-
After Luna calmed down from the kiss with her father, she realized she was straddling his lap, facing him, and his dick was hard and touching her pussy. Her first thought was that she wanted to impale herself on him. Her second thought was that he was her father! Her third thought was wondering if he wanted her to do it. And her fourth thought was how weird the other three thoughts were. All those thoughts caused her to unconsciously move away from his dick. Her movements were subtle, and so was the sad look her father gave her, but she clocked it as well, and for some reason, she felt bad about that.
He carefully lifted her, gave her a more chaste kiss on the cheek, and set her next to him on the bench. He rubbed and patted her thigh and smiled at her, and she returned the gesture; she didn't feel bad about what they did, just always wary of taking the next step. She 'could' see herself doing it, though.
As she leaned back against the wall, that's when she noticed the other group getting into it again. Nate with three women, Sasha with four men, and Ericka and her mother sitting together, whispering to each other, their hands under the water touching each other. It was more than sex; all these people loved each other, more than family love, more than lust, they loved each other like a spouse. It was weird and intense, but it thrilled her to no end. Should she jump her father next to her? She realized she wanted to, and that thought hit her like a brick. She had to look away from her father, but that brought her gaze back to family orgies, which didn't still her mind or her hornines.
Then she saw Sonya mounting Nate, and she got... Jealous? And Sonya was getting into it; a man, a dominant, her cousin... Luna had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. It was hot and she wanted to join. So, why didn't she join? That was the whole point of this weekend, this family, this life...
What and who did she actually want? She looked from Sonya to her father to Ericka, remembering the breakfast table, to Sasha with four men kissing every inch of her body. Did she want all that!?
|
[
"cousin",
"family",
"master",
"slave",
"orgy",
"twin",
"brother",
"sister",
"hot tub",
"shower"
] |
Mourning Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/mourning-pt-02
| 4.57 | null |
Erotic Horror
|
It's been another long day. And though it was a tiresome day, I barely slept through the night. It was right after three in the morning, when the sandman came knocking as I lay peacefully onto my satin sheets. It was then, I heard something. Footsteps. A cold chill runs down my spine. And though part of me wants to clam in fear, I sit up bed, anyway...
I stare out ahead into pure utter darkness...
I hear shifting in the leather seat across the room. As though someone is sitting in it. My heart drops...He sits cross legged. His arms are comfortable on the arm rest. Though I can't see his face, I know he's staring at me.
Ian...
I become breathless. Weak. Any other woman would be scared to see her dead husband sitting across from them. Not I. He uncrosses his legs, before standing out of the chair...His footsteps slowly coming out of the darkness...
"Nova." He whispers softly.
He steps into the light...I see his face for what feels like ages. He's still sexy as ever. He wears a white shirt, that's slightly unbuttoned exposing his chest, and a pair of jeans. He still has his crisp close cut while sporting a goatee. He hasn't changed a bit. He sits on the edge of the bed...Instantly I slide closer to him. I can't believe it. He's actually here, in the flesh. I fight back tears as I stare at my husband in his deep hazel eyes.
I bring my hands up, cupping his face in my hands. I'm happy to see he isn't at all transparent. I can see and touch him. I begin to sob softly...Ian rubs my arms, comforting me.
"You're here! You're back!" I gasp.
"I never left. I told you I will always be here for you."
He begins wiping away my tears. Right afterwards, he kisses my forehead gently.
"I love you so much, Nova."
"I love you too, Ian."
He tries and kisses me. This time on the lips. My heart begins to race. I cannot allow another minute to pass without saying it.
"I, have a date. Saturday night." I gently pushed against his chest.
Ian backs away some. His once happy expression shifts. I nervously glance across the room, swallowing hard, only to find my throat is dry.
"With whom?" Ian asks, with anger in his voice.
He gently grabs my face, causing me to yelp. His reaction catches me off guard. He brings my face to his. His teeth are gritted as he becomes consumed with jealousy.
"With, who!?" He asks, a little louder this time.
"Tyrone. But you have to understand. It wasn't my doing. My friend she--"
"Crystal?"
"Yeah." I respond meekly.
"No surprise there." He starts. "She was always jealous of our relationship. I never told you this. But one time, she tried to make a move on me."
This is news to me. I can't say I'm shocked. Crystal made it no secret that she found my husband attractive. I ignored a lot of her "jokes". But it was one time, I really had to put her in place, because she was getting too out of hand.
"That bitch." I mumble.
"Cancel the date for Saturday." Ian says while squeezing my hand.
"Can't. I already said I would go."
"I'll be damned if another man touches you." He says breathlessly.
"Well, what can you do about it? You're dead, remember?"
"I have my ways."
I slid out of bed, standing by the window. Pulling back the blinds, I see the millions of stars in the night sky. Tears begin to leak from my eyes, slowly falling down my cheeks. This isn't fair. Life isn't fair. Why must things be this way? I hear Ian's footsteps approaching me from behind. He wraps his arms around my waist, before nuzzling his face into my neck.
"I will always love you, Ian. But I have my own life. I want a family. And you, unfortunately, cannot give me those things."
"But Tyrone can?"
I turned toward him, only to find Ian towering over me. I try and look away, but he grabs my face again...His breathing picks up, causing my own breathing to pick up speed.
"This isn't about Tyrone."
"So, you're saying you want another man to take my place?"
"No! W-Why--"
He starts kissing on my neck, stopping just on my collar bone. He stops before continuing his sweet torture on the other side. By the time our eyes meet, I'm panting, softly moaning. He knows my weakness. Knows I'm powerless once he totally and utterly seduces me. His hands go under my nightie, as pushing the fabric upward...
"Ian, please." I whimper softly.
It's not until the fabric stops right above my breast when he decides to stare at my naked breast...My freshly waxed pussy, growing wetting by the second. He moans softly as eyeing my anatomy once more. He presses his body against mine, before kissing me roughly...My arms are lifted before he slings the silk material across the room.
"I'm not comfortable with another man touching this..."
His fingers slip into my slippery folds as begins playing in my pussy. His hot breathing on my neck, as his fingers begin to skillfully work my clit was driving me insane. I moan louder than intended, but Ian only deepens his kiss on my lips. The rougher the kiss, the harder his circular motions on my little love button...
"Ooohhhh, your clit is getting hard. You pussy is soaked. You think your precious Tyrone can take you there like I can?"
"Oh, Ian...No..."
He envelops his lips around my hardened nipples, suckling me hard and rough. His teeth graze my flesh. His warm, wet tongue licking me wildly...His fingers still stroking my g-spot...I grip the back of his head gently, feeling my peak so close...It's then he stops as glaring at me, through his shadowy, lustful expression.
"You want more?" He asks. His voice is husky, damn near breathless.
Pleasuring me always turned him on...He loved watching me lose myself from his touch.
"Yes." I pant, trying to control my breathing.
He smothers me with another hot kiss...I grow impatient. I need his touch again.
"You don't want Tyrone?"
"No. I want you."
"That's what I like to hear baby."
He grips my thighs, hoisting me up, before carrying me to the bed...I'm laid down gently...My hair gathering around my face in the process. Ian gently brushes my hair away before slowly cascading down my body...He moves past my torso...I feel the warmth of his tongue inside of my navel...My back arches as a moan escapes my lips. The warmth of his lips and tongue there begins to drive me absolutely insane. My body writhes...My back arches, as I try my hardest to compress my lustful moans...His lips gently suckle upon my hardened clit...His fingers skillfully stroking me, as touching that spot, he knows that will quickly bring me to my peak...Then it happens. The moment is beautiful, as my euphoric scream takes over the room.
Ian doesn't give me enough time to rest before he removes the rest of his clothing. He slides into bed with me, as we continue with a spine-tingling love making. He brings me on top of him. I slide unto his huge shaft, that nearly knocks all the wind out of me. He holds my waist, rough, then gently...But as I bounce on him wildly, and he nears his sudden climax, he grips his breast roughly, as biting them, leaving purplish marks...I don't mind the pain. I guess he's just marking his territory...
Right when he feels himself about to explode, he flips me over onto my back...My thighs now around his waist...His huge cock still inside of me...Our bodies hot and sweaty...He cups my face, the both of us breathing heavily in the midst of our loud moaning. He continues to fuck me into oblivion. Hard and rough as I practically beg for it as rough as he wants it...
I don't think I'll ever tire of Ian and I having sex...When he was alive, the sex was always different. Spicy. Addictive. And now in death, he doesn't fail at turning up the heat in the bedroom. Even if I were to marry again. I may still want his energy near me all the time. I love him that much.
I lay suspended. My thighs are sore. My breasts are slightly bruised. And my pussy tingles from the hot sex. I feel a touch on my stomach. A finger trails over my belly button...Stopping just before reaching my pubic area...Goddamn. Who'd guess a simple gesture could get me worked up yet again. Leave it to Ian...
"You've always been so beautiful to me." He whispers into my ear.
"I don't think I'll ever tire us making love."
We share a sensual and passionate kiss...He grips my thigh practically pulling me on top of him.
"Neither will I. Which is why, I don't want you going on that date."
I released a huge sigh before sliding out of bed. I find my nightie as throwing it over my head...
"A few drinks, dancing at most. I'll be home by no later than twelve. You have nothing to worry about."
I smooth the fabric over my body before facing the bed. My smile quickly fades when I realize...He's gone. He must've orbed out.
|
[
"husband",
"erotic",
"orgasm",
"horror"
] |
Famous Person: So You Know German?
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/famous-person-so-you-know-german
| 4.2 | null |
Gay Male
|
In September 2009, I made a quick beeline to Palm Springs to see Marcus get married. This was a long time coming, as he and I became friends when I lived in Los Angeles ten years prior after a miserable encounter between us. He liked black guys, and I had a thing for older, black men which made us connect, but the sex was horrible, and we learned we were better suited as platonic friends than guys with big dicks who wanted to hookup.
"I'm done being a whore," said the then-38 year old. "Jack has my heart, and that's all I'm saying."
Marcus was a paid musician who'd struggled as of late when he met Jack, a billionaire who owned a few lucrative businesses. When he announced he was getting married to Jack, Jack reached out to pay for me to fly to Palm Springs to meet him, and receive my blessing for taking the hand of one of my closest friends. Like me, Marcus was an active top who was a sucker for a fat ass, but Jack, with his deep pockets, and manner of just being serendipitous, managed to claw my friend to become monogamous.
"I can't see myself with anyone else," Marcus texted me after I departed.
And I was sold on it, for Marcus wasn't an easy man to lock down. Time rolled along and Jack paid for all of Marcus' friends and family to come to Palm Springs to attend the wedding of a lifetime. Marcus made me his best man, and there were approximately 75 to 100 people who attended "The Good House," a venue listed technically in Desert Hot Springs. The air was filled with expensive fragrances the same as good vibes, with beautiful men coming from as far as Africa, and Europe to attend. Most of the attendees were gay men, and each of them dapper in his own right with one in particular who caught my eye.
"Gentlemen. I consider you both married, and no longer a shacking couple. Kiss each other to make this union complete," said the handsome pastor before the two passionately smooched in front of us all.
The party kicked off officially after they kissed, with a live band playing jazz, rhythm and blues, and even rock hits. The bartender hooked me up with my gin and juice cocktail, and I hit the dance area with drink in one hand, and cigar in the other after hugging the two groomsmen in a congratulatory manner. A good portion of the men stood to the side to mingle, and watch those of us who danced, and I stepped in my suit while giving a show, and catching the eye of one stubbled gentleman standing nearby. We caught eyes, and I mosied to the side where Marcus stood to find out who this gorgeous gentleman was.
"That's Tommy," he said. "You might not be ready for him."
"Not ready? What you mean," I asked Marcus before looking back at the guy.
The guy had a drink in hand, and stood alone as he clearly was looking my way for my attention.
"That man will turn you out," Marcus said.
Marcus' words spurred me to dance my way in "Tommy's direction," and what I found would turn my world upside down.
"I'm Craig," I told the looker.
"Thomas," he replied, with his hand extended for a shake.
I noticed he had a German accent, a turn on I experienced with one of my former lovers. Thomas seemed a bit reserved, yet warm, and smelled the best of everyone in attendance.
"You move like that, I may have to have you teach me a thing or two," he said as he admired my dancing.
"I'm just moving to the music," I told him.
"Well, you've got some moves, Craig," he replied before taking a sip of his drink. "Are you alone?"
"I am," I told him. "Marcus is one of my best friends."
"I've known Jack since his company catered one of my events back in Stuttgart," he stated.
"So you are German," I asked.
"I am, and how could you tell," Tommy added as his face lit up.
"Lass meien hund auf dein....bein pinkeln," I told him.
"Excuse me," he asked as he wrinkled his face.
"I'm asking you out for dinner," I said. "I speak a little German."
I took German in college some years prior, and thought I was pretty fluent until Tommy told me otherwise.
"Young man, you just told me you let my dog urinate on your leg," he said before bursting into laughter.
"I tried," I said.
"Not good enough," he replied before he gave me a wink. "For the record, I'm here in the area for another three days, before I fly back to Germany. I would love to spend some time with you."
My heart melted as this man, who looked familiar, chose to accept my suggestion. I was slightly taller than the hairy gentleman who might've been in his mid to late 60s, and was smitten with his charm, and of course his scent. I looked him up and down as he stepped away to refill his drink, and paid special attention to his gait, wondering if he had underwear on. We had people around us celebrating as wall huggers, and yet it felt like he and I were the only ones in vicinity. The reception ended, and I would hug Marcus and Jack before heading to my rental to head to my hotel.
"Where are you running off to," Tommy asked.
"Back to my hotel," I said.
"Follow me. Let's go to old Hunters for a drink or two," he said, before I followed him in his rental.
We made it to a crowded Hunters, the infamous Palm Springs bar, but the place seemed dry on this one evening, so we decided to depart. He followed me around Riverside County until we made it to Redlands, to some establishment called The Overland, some quaint, simple spot that wasn't too loud, or too over the top.
We sat the bar, and some random, older females came up to us to show "Tommy" some love.
"I can't believe you're in Redlands," one said.
It didn't dawn on me who Tommy was until the ladies ran off titles of movies he allegedly played in. I listened as they talked, then pulled out my phone to see that this was no ordinary guy.
"Thomas, you're absolutely incredible," one of the women said before they walked off, with Tommy being humbled about the entire situation.
"I'm just glad they didn't hand me any panties," he said as they walked off.
I laughed, then it dawned on me more that he had a familiar face, along with a familiar voice. My mind wandered, then I looked through my phone still trying to figure out who this man was.
"Holy shit," I said to myself as a thought crossed my mind, and I began to swoon more, once I realized he was a voiceover for the character Scar, in the Lion King.
"Dude," I said. "You played in the Lion King?"
"I was just a voice," he dismissed as he read a part in a movie my nephews and nieces loved dearly (and made me watch each time I visited).
Our drinks came, and he couldn't stop smiling as he knew I was digging him.
"Does that mean you want to give me your panties," he joked.
I nudged him, and chided him for being so non-chalant and low key.
"I'm just another actor," he mentioned.
"You're a sexy one," I replied as now he had my full attention.
"And you know how to move," he said as he sipped his drink. "I know you're not a local. How long you here for?"
"Three more days," I told him as I lied through my teeth.
I was supposed to head back east the next morning, but he told me his date, and I extended my flight, as well as told my supervisor to extend my leave since I wanted nothing more than to see him again.
"You know, I'll be busy the next three days," he said. "What are your plans for the evening?"
My dick raged, and my mouth watered at the thought of an evening with this man. Thomas, mentioning his real name, was nothing short of fascinating, and something I wouldn't mind having my mouth on. His celebrity status meant nothing in the sex department: I just wanted a chance to knock this German's socks off.
"I wanna see you," I told him.
"I'm right here," he said with a smirk.
"You know what I mean," I told him before moving my chair closer to him.
He asked for the check, and would pay for our tabs before I booked a taxi for us to head back east.
"So we're just leaving our cars here," he said.
I told him yes, and that I would pay for the taxi that would have us retrieve our vehicles. The taxi came 10 minutes after we cashed out, as it was a big SUV with a barrier window between us and the driver. We fondled each other a bit while looking straight ahead, the both of us having raging hard ons. The SUV would drop us off at my hotel, and we rushed to the second floor of the hotel where we tried ripping each other's clothes off. I took Thomas' underwear and inhaled his scent, and became even more turned on smelling his cologne, mixed with his funk. His moist briefs sent me into a frenzy to where I overpowered him by pushing him on the bed, and making him part his legs to suck that thick, German cock. Thomas' middle contained a thick bush, with his big balls hairy all over, and tasting salty throughout. He pushed his legs near his ears, and I let my tongue venture from his taint to his hole, before putting my head back on his cock tip. He moaned, and cursed me in his native tongue while I gave pleasure, squeezing his cock through my lips as I went up and down that pulsating prick. I slipped a finger in his pink, tight hole, and bobbing my head on that cock while using my free hand to stroke my own stick.
"Craig, slow down," he begged as I only sped it up more. "Oh man, please, please, pleeeeease."
He wailed like a wounded pig while my right middle finger pressed down on his prostate, and his cock released a big, acidic tasting load down my throat as I made him bust. When he finished I still wiggled my finger inside of his hugging hole until he pushed it out of him. I kept stroking my own cock as I stood up, then climbed on the bed as he got a whiff of my musky nut sack, and a mouthful of my hot, sweet cum the same way he gave it to me. We ended up spending the night together in the room, cuddling, sleeping, then going for a second round at sun up during a "69" of which the both of us ended up swallowing a second load. He'd depart soon after, choosing to get his own taxi, and retrieving his vehicle without offering me a ride.
"This can never happen again," he told me as he rushed out.
I was no longer smitten, but satisfied for this quick beeline resulted in this: me getting a taste of one of Germany's famous actors. I extended my reservation, hung out more with Marcus and Jack, before I darted back for the east coast.
|
[
"swallowing",
"interracial",
"oral",
"bbc",
"bwc",
"musky",
"actor",
"german",
"palm springs"
] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 04
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-04
| 4.17 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 7
The rest of the day unfolded in a luminous blur, a long cascade of ecstasy and self-loss.
We spent the afternoon destroying ourselves with pleasure. Every gesture, every puff, every sip, every thrust was an offering to our shared downfall. Alex was no longer just a lover. He was my dealer of sensation, my temporary god, the one who opened the gates of hell with divine tenderness.
The meth had ignited a blaze inside me that nothing could calm. I was hot, all the time. My whole body had become sex. My breasts, my belly, my throat, my thighs: everything begged, everything screamed. I laughed, I moaned, I drank, I fucked. On repeat. On repeat. On repeat.
We dragged ourselves from the bed to the living room, from the kitchen to the shower, like two animals in heat, hungry for a pleasure ever higher, deeper, more intense. He took me standing against the wall, on the table, on my knees on the rug, hair yanked, hips bruised. And I begged, either whispering or screaming:
-- More... more... do it, hurt me, give me everything...
Between fucks, he passed me the pipe. I smoked, I screamed. He made me drink straight from the bottle. I coughed, I laughed. I was naked, filthy, euphoric. A burning animal.
-- You're perfect, he kept saying. You were born for this.
And I believed him.
Sometimes we paused just long enough to line up some powder on the counter, fix a spiked coffee, gulp down juice laced with vodka. Then we started again. Our bodies never stopped. After every orgasm, a comedown. After every puff, a new high. Everything was cyclic. Infinite.
I had forgotten Jeremy. Forgotten my name. Forgotten time. I could only think of Alex -- his voice, his cock, his powder, his pipe. He called me princess, and I was -- his submissive princess, wrecked, soaked, offered. I would've done anything for him. I already was.
At some point, I caught my reflection in the mirror -- naked, eyes red, lips swollen, hair tangled, breasts marked by his hands, thighs sticky with cum and sweat. I found myself beautiful. Magnificent. Ruined, alive.
Around 3 p.m., he lifted me and pulled me onto him. I rode him with animal rage, smoking at the same time, pipe in one hand, my nails digging into his shoulders. I came crying. I came like I was emptying out everything that was left of me.
Then I collapsed against him, panting, drunk, burning.
-- You've never seen me like this, have you? I whispered, eyes half-closed.
-- Never, he said. And I want you to stay like this. My perfect bitch. My ruined princess.
He kissed my neck. I started laughing again.
I don't know how much longer it lasted. We kept drinking, smoking, fucking. The light outside had barely started to fade. I only knew one thing: I didn't want it to end. Ever.
Chapter 8
The sun was slowly, lazily sinking behind the curtains.
Golden light brushed the crumpled sheets, the half-empty glasses, the ashes on the coffee table, our two naked bodies collapsed on the messy bed like survivors of a long storm.
I didn't really know what time it was -- only that we were nearing the end. That reality, sly and silent, was creeping back on padded feet.
Alex got up. I watched him move, my stomach tight.
He still had that sovereign calm, that quiet elegance, even naked.
Me, I was scattered, trembling, drained.
-- I've got to go, princess, he murmured.
-- No... stay a little longer... please...
My voice trembled, childlike. My throat was dry, my eyes wide.
I clung to him like a lifeline.
-- Can't, baby. Gotta move. But I'll be back tomorrow, you know that.
-- Tomorrow's too far... stay, just one more hour...
I wanted to cry. To scream.
He had been my whole world for twenty-four hours, and the thought of him leaving tore me apart.
He came closer, stroked my cheek.
-- Don't worry. I'm leaving you something to hold on.
He rummaged in his bag and pulled out a small bag of coke, a few meth rocks, and the still-warm pipe.
-- You smoke, you drink a little, you think of me. I'm yours, you understand?
I nodded, without believing it.
My eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall.
He kissed me. Long, unbearably gently.
Then he got dressed, slowly.
I watched him like one watches a dream slipping away.
Before stepping out the door, he turned to me.
-- Tomorrow, bitch. Be ready.
And he was gone.
Silence fell all at once. Brutal. Cold.
I felt an immense emptiness open inside me -- a bottomless pit.
I stood there for a moment, naked, filthy and radiant, unable to move.
Then I staggered to the kitchen.
Grabbed the bottle of vodka and drank straight from it, gulp after gulp, like swallowing a scream.
The alcohol burned my throat, cut off my breath.
But it was that or collapse.
I returned to the living room.
Everything was in chaos -- full ashtrays, dirty glasses, sweat-soaked sheets, that dizzying smell of sex and smoke and him.
I had to clean. Jeremy would be home soon.
I had to become her again. The ghost-wife.
I cleaned. Washed. Scrubbed.
I went through the motions, but my head was elsewhere.
Each sponge stroke was a slap against forgetting.
I hid the baggies, the pipe, the coke, the meth.
Everything -- except the burn he'd left inside me.
Just before Jeremy walked in, I took a last drag from the vape, downed a final shot of vodka, washed my face.
I became her again -- the woman he thought he knew.
But something inside me had changed.
I had tasted the absolute. The fever.
And I knew I could never go back.
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"prostitution",
"adultery"
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The Tasting Pt. 01
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Transgender
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The Tasting: part 1
This story began as a deliciously teasing email exchange between myself and the irresistible @MilesVane1978 -- better known as Veronica Vane. I'd long admired their stories -- the way every detail felt textured, intimate, alive. One playful comment about Tania and Veronica hosting a cum tasting set our imaginations alight... and the rest unfolded in a slow, simmering back-and-forth that was as arousing as it was creative.
We passed the story between us like a secret -- I'd write a few chapters, then hand it over for Veronica's wicked refinements, then back again. The result was something neither of us quite expected: layered, provocative, and deliciously unpredictable.
If this first part left you aching for more, glide over to Veronica's page for the intoxicating conclusion...
👉 https://www.literotica.com/authors/MilesVane1978
---------------
The Cellar
---------------
The wine cellar breathed with old wealth and older secrets. Cool, airless, and rich with the scent of damp stone and oak-soaked decades, it lay beneath the manor like a crypt of pleasure and indulgence. Towering barrels lined the curved walls, each stained and burnished with time, iron hoops darkened with age, their bellies heavy with ancient vintages. The stone beneath Mistress Tania's heels was worn smooth in places, chipped in others, a mosaic of centuries whispering with every footstep.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Her entrance was not so much heard as
felt
--a deliberate sound that echoed and licked at the edges of the gloom, announcing her before she ever emerged into the low, golden pool of light cast by wrought-iron sconces. The rest of the room remained cloaked in velvet darkness, lit only in suggestion--the gleam of bottles, the glint of polished metal, the glimmer of red lacquer underfoot.
Mistress Tania strode into view like sin wrapped in silk and shadow.
Her short dress was black as ink and wet-looking, poured over her body like it had been painted on. It clung to her every curve and sinew--more a temptation than a garment. The halter neckline lifted and framed her strong collarbones, leaving her shoulders sculpted and bare. From there, the fabric plunged into a daringly low back, exposing the entirety of her spine, all the way to the deep curve above her hips. Every muscle moved beneath the surface like a predator in water.
The hem stopped abruptly at the very tops of her thighs--an indecent whisper of a skirt that offered no illusions of modesty. Her legs, impossibly long in the heels, were nothing short of a weapon. They were toned, muscular and curvaceous, the power in her thighs visible with every step, calves taut and flexed, wrapped in the most luxurious and impossibly shiny tights money could buy.
The black tights--Cecilia de Rafael's
Eterno Super Lucido
--shimmered like molten obsidian, gleaming in the low light with an oil-slick finish that made her legs look almost unreal. They sculpted to her form without a seam or a wrinkle, catching the glow of the sconces like polished marble. They glistened when she moved, made you ache to touch them, to see if they were real or illusion.
On her feet: sharp Christian Louboutin's
So Kate
black pumps--pure decadence. Handmade in Italy, smooth patent black leather, dagger-sharp 120mm heels, red-lacquered soles that flashed with every step like the grin of a devil. They forced her gait into a graceful, prowling strut, heightening her already imposing frame to an elegant, deadly 5'9". But it wasn't the height that made her seem taller. It was the
presence
.
She didn't walk. She
arrived
.
Her face was a masterpiece of drama and calculation. Smokey eyes, sculpted and shadowed in charcoal and black kohl, framed by lashes thick enough to fan flame. Her cheeks were sharply defined, contoured like marble carved by a master. And her lips--those full, inviting lips--were painted a glistening, viscous red, the colour of fresh cherries, of bitten mouths and whispered confessions. A shade that promised indulgence and punishment in equal measure.
Her hair was jet black, cut into a sleek, glossy bob that skimmed her shoulders with every turn of her head. The fringe framed her eyes like a curtain waiting to rise. On her, it looked both elegant and dangerous, a blade disguised as beauty.
And she was aroused.
Not in the vulgar way of the inexperienced, but in the simmering, practiced hum of a woman who owned desire--hers and everyone else's. The air around her seemed to tighten with it, crackling with unsaid things and unspeakable promises. Beneath the hem of her dress, the muscles in her thighs shifted like coiled snakes, a slight bulge gave away her secret beneath her tight dress. Her hips swayed with the practiced rhythm of a mistress who
knew
she was being watched--even when no one dared admit it.
Somewhere in the darkness came the faintest whimper.
She paused.
Another sound followed--a muffled grunt, soft but urgent. Men's voices, low and struggling. There was a tremor of chains, perhaps. Breathing that wasn't hers.
Tania turned her head slowly, the corners of her blood red lips curving into a small, knowing smile. Her hand trailed along a nearby barrel, fingertips dragging sensuously over the old oak, nails clicking gently against the surface. She stopped before a wooden table where six crystal glasses waited on a red crushed velvet cloth.
The
tasting
would begin soon.
But not of wine.
She moved again--heels tapping a slow rhythm of promise and power--and her silhouette disappeared into shadow once more, leaving behind only the lingering scent of perfume and peril.
Tonight, she would
uncork obedience
. And savour it.
---------------
The Line of Flesh
---------------
The sound came again--low, needy, echoing faintly off the stone. It was not pain. Not exactly. It was frustration. Anticipation, wound tight like piano wire.
Mistress Tania turned toward the noise with a leisurely grace, her heels beginning their measured beat again as she stepped through an arched doorway into the far alcove of the cellar--a private chamber set apart from the rest, lit by flickering candlelight and the faint hum of restrained breath.
And there they were.
Six men, lined up like offerings.
Each one was stripped to the bare, their skin gleaming with oil under the warm light. Every muscle on display, defined and glistening--shoulders, arms, chests, thighs, all sculpted like living statues. Taut bodies trembling, not from fear, but from
waiting
. Waiting for her.
They were not, however, entirely bare.
Each man wore a pair of black hold-up stockings--sheer, glistening, the lace tops hugging their thighs like a lover's grip. The stockings shimmered under the low cellar light, their delicate, feminine elegance striking a delicious contrast against the raw, muscular power of the bodies they adorned.
On their feet, heels--black stilettos, strapped tightly around their ankles, forcing their legs into a subtly altered stance. The shoes were not chosen for comfort, but for effect: posture, poise, and a little shame.
It was a wicked detail, unmistakably Mistress Tania's touch.
A dash of humiliation, perhaps. Or a symbol--clear and deliberate--of their surrender. The stockings and heels weren't just adornment; they were statements. Each man had been dressed by her, claimed by her, and displayed in these intimate, feminising accents not to diminish them, but to mark them as hers.
She had taken their strength and wrapped it in silk. And they wore it--eagerly, helplessly--like a gift for her.
They were bound expertly, wrists pulled high and fastened to iron loops in the ceiling, ankles spread and secured to the floor with soft leather cuffs, locking them in place with perfect posture. None could tilt his head, a thick leather posture collar that covered their whole neck prevented that. Stiff blinkers were strapped firmly to each handsome face forcing them to look straight ahead--until Mistress Tania stepped into view.
Then, each man shivered. Eyes wide. Straining forward in their bindings. Their gags--large red ball-gags stretching their mouths into a permanent scream--muffled their sounds, but not their desire.
Each one had a painfully erect penis. A thick black cock ring was fitted tight around their scrotums, another around their shaft. Their cocks glistened, swollen. Bright red from the strain, veins proudly on show, their manhood twitching from the agony of being on edge for so long. Their balls tight beneath, aching for release.
But there was another secret torture.
Each man had a large vibrating butt plug inserted into them, stretching and teasing them. It would sense when their arousal dipped, sending a buzz straight into their prostate that soon had them erect again. A generous dose of viagra had also ensured they would stay on the edge for as long as their mistress wanted them to.
And they had been here a long time.
She'd told them, in that purring voice of hers, that she needed just an hour to prepare. That they were to wait for her, blind to all but what was before them in the darkness. That they were not to move, not to make a sound unless it was to
beg
. And then she had vanished upstairs with a wink and a swish of her robe.
That was what, three? Four? Maybe even five hours ago.
Time, for them, had blurred into aching tension and burning need. They had grown slick with sweat and the gleam of her chosen oil--a heady blend of sandalwood and amber that clung to their skin and filled the air with musky longing. Their muscles cramped, their senses sharp. The air around them was thick with pheromones and obedience.
Mistress Tania appeared now like a goddess descended, and the reaction was instant.
The first man saw her as she stepped into his limited vision. His breath hitched, chest rising, nostrils flaring. The sound he made was soft and pleading. His eyes locked on her legs--those impossible, glistening, black-sheathed legs--and his hips shifted just a little, involuntarily. A tremor ran through him.
The merest touch from her would be enough for him to explode.
She smiled.
The second and third men reacted similarly--quivering with restrained hunger, muffled groans becoming louder as she passed, each one devouring the sight of her: the glossy, short black dress clinging to her hips, her bare back exposed from nape to tailbone in a clean line of sin, the delicious curve of her bottom barely covered, the flash of red sole with every slow, echoing step.
By the fourth man, her grin had sharpened into something wicked.
She let one perfectly manicured nail trail along his chest, over the hard plane of his pectoral, pausing to tweak a nipple just enough to make his whole body jolt. He moaned behind the ball gag, twisting against the cuffs that held him.
"Oh, darling," she cooed, her voice soft silk wrapped around steel. "You're leaking already. We haven't even begun."
She moved on.
Each man was beautiful in his own way--different builds, different eyes, different little reactions--but all united in devotion. Not one of them was coerced. This was worship, and they knew it. In fact they had paid quite a sum to be here before her.
Every breath they took was for her. Every ache in their muscles, every droplet of sweat, every tortured second of waiting was
service
.
When she reached the end of the line, she turned to face them all at once, letting them drink her in as a group.
The heels. The gleaming tights. The curve of her hips. The hard gleam of her eyes beneath the black fringe. The blood-red smile on her lips. The smell of wine, leather, and skin.
She licked her bottom lip slowly, watching them react. Watching their hips twitch, their cocks jerk. Their muffled begging growing louder now, frantic even. They were desperate.
Desperate
. For her touch, for her voice, for permission to fall apart. For release.
Mistress Tania laughed softly--a dark, melodic sound that echoed through the chamber and raised goosebumps on every inch of their glowing skin.
"Such good boys," she purred, taking one slow step forward, then another. Her voice was low, dripping with amusement. "You waited so beautifully. And look at you now--trembling. Wanting."
She moved to the center of the line again and stopped.
"How long has it been since I allowed you all to cum? A month? Two? How you have suffered in your little cages. How difficult it must have been to hide them in your business suits. Oh I can't imagine the agony. Well, the sweet release is coming soon, if you pardon the pun."
"Tonight..." She leaned forward, letting her fingers hover inches from the nearest man's lips. He gasped behind the ball gag, breath hot and wild. "Tonight I think... we taste more than wine."
She drew back, her grin deepening, and turned toward the little table lined with crystal wine glasses placed on a red velvet cloth. As she walked away, the echo of her heels was drowned out by a fresh chorus of gagged moans--muffled, raw, helpless.
Mistress Tania smiled without looking back. She could feel her own arousal getting more restless. Her nine inch cock, uncut and delicious, stirred under her dress, squeezed into her seamless tights. She knew that each man here would beg to pleasure her, if she let them. But not yet, she too needed to be restrained, for now. Let the evening play out
Let them
stew
a little longer. Let their suffering drive them even more wild with desire. They knew the prize that they competed for. And the ones that failed, they would be locked away until their next trial. While the three winners would be rewarded.
"Soon Ms Vale will be here and we will begin the tasting. I expect each one of you to be on your best behaviour my pets, or you know how cruel I can be."
A visible shiver passed through the line of men, like a breeze rustling through tall, naked trees. It rippled down oiled spines and across trembling thighs. They knew what was coming--had fantasised about it, longed for it--and yet, the thrill of fear was no less sharp. Displeasing Mistress Tania was unthinkable. And tonight, there would be no hiding.
She turned to face them, lifting the crystal wine glass in her hand as though addressing a room of connoisseurs.
"We'll be judging you this evening," she said, her tone smooth as velvet, laced with mock ceremony. "Much like a fine vintage."
She began to pace slowly before them, heels ticking on the stone.
"You will each be assessed... on taste," she purred, letting the word linger, her tongue flicking over her crimson lip. "Consistency. Appearance. And, of course... aroma."
She inhaled theatrically, then exhaled in a soft sigh. The men strained in their restraints.
"There will be gold, silver, and bronze awarded to the finest offerings." Her eyes glittered with amusement as she let that hang in the air, before continuing. "Presentation matters, gentlemen. So does preparation. Purity. And a certain... finish."
She stopped in front of one of them, tilting her head, watching the way his jaw clenched around the ball gag.
"And the three who don't make the cut?" Her voice dipped, teasingly cruel. "Well... let's just say you will have to find another way to please me."
Her grin turned wicked.
"But you certainly won't be
celebrated
. You know what lies in store for you."
The men moaned softly, a chorus of muffled desperation. Whether from dread or desire, it was impossible to say.
Mistress Tania raised her glass once more, as though toasting them all. Then she heard a sound. The cellar door opening. Her guest was here. Soon the tasting could begin.
---------------
Veronica Vale's arrival
---------------
The cellar door creaked open -- slow, uncertain -- and a draught of cooler air stirred the candlelight below. The men flinched, trembling, straining toward the sound like animals scenting a new presence. But it wasn't Tania.
It was her guest.
Miss Veronica Vale paused at the top of the stone steps, one hand on the railing, the other holding a small black clutch -- absurd, dainty, useless. It swung gently from her wrist, a feminine tic she didn't know she'd picked up. She adjusted her stance, straightened her spine, and began her descent.
Click. Click. Click.
Her Pigalle Follies -- red patent, 100mm -- struck the stone like punctuation. At 5'10", the heels brought her to a poised 6'1", tall enough to look down on most men. She'd worn higher -- in darker places -- but never with this much meaning. Tonight, they weren't just heels. They were a promise.
The heels gleamed with every step, lacquered and unforgiving -- flashing sex and sin and something else entirely: a personal mythology. In a different life, years ago, watching women in clubs who wore shoes like this. Women who knew they were being watched. Women who wore red heels because they knew what it said --
I like being fucked. I like being seen. I like being used.
And sometimes,
I like it in the arse.
That memory throbbed under Veronica's skin as she reached the bottom step.
Beneath her dress, she wore Cervin silk stockings, fully fashioned, stitched with a perfect back seam -- held taut by an Aubade garter belt that cost more than some women's rent. She didn't wear them to be seen. She wore them because something in her wanted to be judged.
And then there was the anklet. Gold, thin, almost innocent -- until the eye caught the tiny T charm that swung against her stockinged ankle. It was wrong. It was perfect. It made her feel... claimed. Not owned. Not yet. But
pre-selected
. As though her wrist should have been stamped before she entered.
She crossed into the main chamber slowly, allowing herself to take in the space. The scent hit first: oak, sweat, perfume, pre-cum, and something spiced and ancient, like candlewax and crushed flowers. Then the sound -- low, wet whimpers behind gags, the occasional creak of restraints, and the thick, heavy
hum
of need pressing in from all sides.
And then she saw them.
Six men. Bound. Beautiful. Quivering. Their thighs tense in black heels, their legs softened by lace-topped stockings, their cocks
angry
with pressure. Veronica stopped. Just for a second. A tiny intake of breath escaped her lips.
Her dress -- a black corset pencil silhouette with an indecent hemline -- clung to her waist and hips like it had been tailored by lust itself. It ended just below the curve of her bum, leaving the tops of her stockings permanently on display: sheer, seamed, and shameless. Every step, every shift of weight, felt like a gamble -- not if they would see, but how much. It was meant to empower her, but it was also exposing her.
Beneath the tight fabric, her 7-inch, uncircumcised cock was already hard, pushing insistently up through the waistband of her pink lace thong -- the head clearly outlined under the dress if you knew where to look. Often caged when visiting men, it felt oddly, rebelliously free tonight.
She stood tall anyway. Her posture was elegant. Her chignon secure. Her velvet choker firm around her throat. She smiled -- a small, polite smile -- and took another step forward. From this angle, two or three of the men -- maybe a fourth -- had just enough visibility to see her from the side. Their blinders didn't block the full view. And what they saw made them strain against their cuffs.
Her arse was magnificent. Taut, rounded,
earned
-- the kind of bum that only came from years of squats and Romanian deadlifts done properly, with slow eccentrics and no shortcuts. It didn't just move -- it
commanded attention
. Feminine, yes -- but full of power, the kind that made tripod girls in the gym pause their sets to watch. Some envied it. A few had asked about it. None could match it.
Now, wrapped in that scandalously short dress, the curve of it was only barely concealed -- and even that modesty was an illusion. The men who could see it weren't thinking about tasting wine. They were begging, silently, for permission to worship something far richer.
Mistress Tania turned.
God. The room shifted.
Veronica had seen powerful women before. Had tried to be one. But Tania wasn't performing power. She radiated it. Her black dress barely concealed anything. Her body shimmered with lust and purpose. Her cock, hidden beneath glossy tights, made its presence known like a spell that needed no incantation.
Veronica stood taller -- by an inch or two. But it didn't feel that way. Tania's presence bent the room around her. She didn't dominate through size. She dominated by simply being. And Veronica felt herself shrink beneath it, gladly.
Veronica bowed her head just slightly. Not enough to mark her as submissive. Just... respectful. "Forgive my delay," she said, her voice smooth and modulated, though she could feel the tremble beneath. "I wanted to look my best."
Tania's gaze slid down her body -- from her eyes, to her lips, to the crimson lacquer of her Louboutins, to the golden T that kissed her ankle.
Veronica felt her cheeks burn. But even as she blushed, her own eyes couldn't help drinking Tania in. That black dress, painted onto her like a threat. The bare expanse of her back, exposed from nape to the curve of her hips -- a detail Veronica didn't know she found erotic. But now?
Now she saw sinew and stillness, posture held like a blade, the subtle play of muscle beneath smooth skin. Tania's back looked sculpted for worship. Veronica felt the sudden, involuntary shift inside her -- her cock stirring, hard, and
awake
.
Then Tania stepped forward. No command. No flourish. Just... presence. Their eyes met.
Veronica hesitated only a moment before closing the distance. She leaned in -- carefully, reverently -- and pressed her lips to Mistress Tania's. It wasn't performative. It wasn't rushed. It was soft, slow, and utterly sincere. A tasting of her own. A greeting and a longing folded into one. Their tongues met, gently at first, then deeper, more deliberate.
Behind them, the restrained men moaned -- gagged and helpless -- as they watched the two women kiss. The image of elegance and corruption, lipstick brushing lipstick, clutch resting against thigh, nylons whispering together in the dim light.
Up close, the scent of her was undeniable. Something floral but spiced. Veronica felt it coil into her lungs, dizzying, commanding. She knew her own perfume was sweeter -- ambered and warm, with just the faintest trace of sweat beneath the carefully powdered skin of her chest. A subtle musk between two dressed women, their bodies already awake beneath the silk and seams.
Tania smiled. "Welcome, Veronica," she said softly, fingers trailing along the edge of the clutch. "Shall we begin?"
Veronica swallowed. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered.
And the tasting began.
---------------
The Tasting
---------------
Mistress Tania rose first. She didn't speak. She simply turned, eyes glittering, and looked down the line of restrained men. Veronica expected her to begin with Number 1 or Number 6 -- one of the ends. That's what made sense. That's what
felt fair
. The men likely expected the same.
Instead, Tania gave a soft little smile -- the kind that carried no kindness -- and dragged a low chair across the stone floor. The legs scraped deliberately, the sound like steel on bone. Then, with apparent randomness, she placed it in front of Number 2.
Veronica saw it clearly. It wasn't random.
It was cruel.
Number 1 twitched in his bonds -- his cock jerked visibly, swollen and neglected. He had been so close. So certain. Now he would watch. Now he would wait.
Tania sat without ceremony. She crossed her legs. A flash of glossy black tights stretched tight over her thigh, gleaming in the candlelight. Veronica followed. She took a second chair from the wall and dragged it beside Tania's. She positioned it carefully. Closer than was polite. She sat and her thigh brushed Tania's. Neither of them moved away. The contact was electric.
Her bare bum met the cold wood, the shock of it cutting through the warmth held by her dress. The lace of her pink thong stretched taut against her arsehole, delicate and obscene, a whisper of femininity doing nothing to hide her reality.
Her cock, still painfully hard, lay flushed and leaking against her stomach, pinned beneath the tight waistband, barely contained. A throb. A pulse. A silent confession. And now, she was face to face with Number 2.
Seven inches of circumcised cock, gleaming with pre-cum, angry with restraint, stared back at her. Thick. Beautiful. Desperate. Lined up behind it -- in her peripheral vision -- were five more: trembling, swollen, twitching from hours of denial.
For a moment, Veronica felt something unexpected: guilt.
How long had it been since they'd had a piss? Could they even piss, with erections this hard? Were they aching with more than just lust? It felt real, suddenly -- not theatre, not kink. Men, leaking and locked, and she was here to taste them.
And then -- just as strong -- she felt something else.
Dominance.
It was new. Thin as a shadow at first, just the shape of it. But it was there. A stillness in her limbs. A sense of being observed, not for being pretty or vulnerable -- but for being the one who might decide.
Mistress Tania moved first. She leaned forward in that smooth, predatory way she had -- back straight, legs composed -- and wrapped her fingers around Number 2's cock. Her grip was firm, claiming. Her nails, lacquered a deep crimson, looked like weapons made for pleasure -- precise, polished, and devastatingly feminine.
She angled the shaft slightly upward, her gaze unreadable. The man's entire body jerked. His cock twitched against her palm, thick and hot, the head slick with weeks of suppressed need.
Then she brought her face closer. She sniffed.
Not dramatically -- just a subtle, intimate inhale, just beneath the ridge of the glans. Her lashes fluttered. Then lower -- to the balls, which hung swollen and tight, twitching under the cock ring. Another soft sniff. Another reaction. The air was thick with salt, leather, skin, and something else: the metallic sweetness of cum long held back. Not fresh. Not clean. Real.
She turned to Veronica. "Go on," she said quietly, almost gently.
Veronica hesitated -- not from fear, but from the
weight
of it. Then she leaned in, her breath shallow, and followed Mistress Tania's path.
The scent under the head was warm and sharp -- like skin just released from fabric, but magnified. Faintly metallic. Faintly bitter. But unmistakably
human
. It hit the back of her throat like a secret. The balls were different. Musky. Animal. Not sour -- but thick.
Heavy
with meaning. Her nose brushed against a stray hair. The man trembled.
And then came the mercy. Tania tilted the shaft toward her -- just slightly -- and said, "Here." A single bead of pre-cum clung to the tip. Glimmering. Waiting. Permission was everything. Veronica leaned in and let her tongue flicker over the slit. Salt. Musk. Surrender. She swallowed without thinking. Tania didn't speak, but there was something in her eyes. Approval. Kindness. A shared look between women who understood how rare such a gift could be.
And then the tasting truly began.
Mistress Tania stood. She didn't speak, didn't look at Number 2 with sympathy or disdain. She simply reached to the little table and retrieved an expensive crystal wine glass -- a Baccarat Massena, its stem thick, the body carved in radiant grooves that caught the flickering candlelight.
She stepped back to the man, grasped his cock once more -- firmly -- and began to stroke him. Not slowly. Not lovingly. Efficiently. It was mechanical. Measured. She almost looked bored, as though performing some compulsory lab procedure she'd done a hundred times before. This wasn't for him. It was for the sample.
Veronica watched -- and then moved. She stepped behind Number 2, her heels whispering on the stone. The man flinched as he sensed her presence. She placed one hand on his lower back, then slid it down to his glutes.
God, he was strong.
Dense, hard muscle -- built not for show, but function. Veronica's palm pressed firmly, then wandered down between his cheeks. She felt the base of the plug -- smooth silicone, flushed with warmth -- and gave it a gentle tug.
It resisted. She twisted, pulled again. Still tight.
Had it being going five hours? Even the best batteries would've died. And the plug was still warm from him, still slick. She gave a firmer tug -- a little twist -- and finally slid it out. A wet sound followed. The scent hit her immediately. Bitter. Earthy. Intimate. But clean.
She dropped the plug to the floor beside her heel. Then, delicately, she raised her hand again -- and pressed her middle finger up into him. No glove. No warning.
Her nails were short, neatly filed, not weapons but tools -- pretty, red tools -- and the moment she felt his inner ring give, she slid in with practiced patience. His muscles twitched. She pressed forward, then curled slightly.
And there it was -- his prostate. She pushed. Wiggled. Then held. Number 2 let out a sound behind the gag -- raw, guttural. His knees tried to buckle, but the restraints held him firm. Tania didn't pause. She kept stroking -- same pace, same grip.
And then he came. Hard. Loud. Violent. His whole body jolted as his cock erupted into the waiting Baccarat glass. Ropes of cum, thick and desperate, splashed against the crystal like some obscene communion. He groaned, over and over, as his muscles clenched and Veronica's finger stayed buried inside him, pulsing against the source of it all.
When it ended, he sagged. Veronica stepped back, slowly removing her finger, and wiped it clean on a cloth placed on the tasting table -- placed there, she realised, just for this. Mistress Tania lifted the glass, swirled it once like a sommelier, and brought it to her nose.
The candlelight caught in the thick arcs of white along the sides, still warm, still clinging. Ropes of denied devotion. The scent had begun to rise -- not sharply, but richly -- like a secret allowed to breathe.
Then, without flourish, she passed it to Veronica. The glass was warm where her fingers had held it. Veronica brought it to her nose, softly, slowly. She inhaled.
"Salt. Sweat. A faint metallic note like rust on wet stone. And underneath it, unmistakably, man -- not just body, but effort. Aged in restraint."
She held the glass steady as her cock throbbed once, unbidden, against the inside of her dress. Her lips touched the rim. She tipped the glass -- not much, just enough to let a silken drip kiss her tongue. Warm. Viscous. Slightly bitter. The texture was thicker than she expected -- like cream mixed with glue -- and it coated the inside of her mouth before sliding down.
She swallowed. Closed her eyes. Felt the warmth follow her all the way down. When she opened them again, Mistress Tania was watching her. Veronica smiled. Just faintly.
"Creamy," she said. "With a sharp finish."
Tania's lip curled. "Gold contender?"
Veronica nodded. "Definitely."
She handed Tania the glass. Her fingers brushed hers -- a soft exchange, rich with meaning. The real tasting, Veronica knew, was only just beginning.
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Riesling Obedience
---------------
Mistress Tania cradled the glass delicately, turning it slowly between her fingers as she stepped toward the man she had just so thoroughly emptied and tasted. His body sagged in the restraints, trembling slightly, a flush of relief softening the tension in his limbs. The heat of his release was already fading, replaced now by the creeping sting of shame and worry over how they would rate him.
The tight grip of the heels on his feet, the cling of the sheer stockings on his thighs--what moments ago had felt deliciously degrading--now seemed unbearably absurd. His breath hitched behind the gag, a whimper escaping despite himself. A thread of drool slipped from the corner of his mouth, tracing a line down his chin as he looked up at her, eyes glazed and wide.
Tania's heels rang out in the silence, slow and commanding, like the ticking of some decadent metronome. She stopped just before him, letting the warmth of her presence linger over his skin. The man's breath caught. His muscles tensed instinctively, though he could barely move. Oiled and bound, he shimmered like a specimen on display.
"Mmm..." she murmured, eyes fixed on him as if reading a label. "German. Bold, efficient... a certain clinical precision to the texture, wouldn't you say?" She turned slightly toward Veronica, her voice purring now. "Notes of Berlin arrogance. Brazenly unfiltered. He's trying to impress."
Veronica gave a soft laugh, just behind her. "Corporate fruit," she offered. "Very high-end. But still fruit."
Tania grinned, letting her eyes wander over the man's bound form. "Tech CEO," she said aloud, mostly for his benefit. "Disruptor class. Multi-exit founder. Reinvents the future by day, begs for relevance at night."
The man whimpered again behind his gag--barely audible, but there.
Veronica's eyes glittered. She stepped closer, circling behind the man like a sommelier inspecting a vintage. Her heels whispered across the stone, then stopped. She bent slightly--elegant, effortless--and pressed her cheek against his lower back, her breath soft against his skin. He flinched.
She inhaled. "Hmmm. Distinct base notes," she said. "Pine, maybe. Or sweat. He's been holding back for so long." She straightened, smoothing her skirt with theatrical calm. "It's... honest. But no I've had some more time, I think I've tasted more depth."
"Gold is still premature," Tania agreed. "Perhaps silver, for now. We will see how the others perform."
Tania smiled as the disappointment flashed across his face -- shocked by the demotion, quietly aching at the loss of gold and the ultimate pleasure it might have brought.
She reached up, trailing a long black nail down the man's chest, slow enough to make him squirm. "But the finish, darling," she whispered near his ear, "that's what we remember most. And we're far from finished."
She handed the glass back to Veronica and moved on to the next man in line.
Tania lingered a moment longer beside the German, watching the flicker of emotion behind his eyes--the sting of lost status, the aching denial of gold. She let the silence stretch, her smile slow and wicked.
"Did you see that?" she murmured, turning her head just enough for Veronica to hear. "So sure he'd pleased me... and then--
snatched away
."
Veronica stepped closer, standing just behind Tania now, her body almost brushing hers. "Cruel," she whispered, voice velvet-soft. "Deliciously cruel."
Tania arched an eyebrow. "You say that like you didn't enjoy it too."
Veronica's lips parted into a small smile. "I did," she admitted. "He twitched when you said 'premature'. I nearly moaned."
Tania chuckled low in her throat, her gaze flicking over the next trembling man in line. "They want so badly to be chosen," she said. "To be tasted. Praised. Used." Her voice dropped to a purr.
"And they'll
ache
for it... even when they know they can't all win."
Veronica's eyes traced the next man's body--he was already straining, every inch of him desperate for attention. "What about this one?" she asked, voice light but loaded. "Shall I go first, or would you like the honours?"
Tania didn't look at her immediately. Instead, she took one step forward. Then, just as her fingers grazed the new man's chest, she turned slightly, her face half-shadowed.
"Oh no, darling," she said, eyes gleaming. "
I
set the palette. You... can cleanse it."
Veronica shivered, heat blooming behind her sternum. She lowered her head in a gesture that was almost a bow, the corner of her mouth lifting in obedience.
"Of course, Mistress."
Tania smiled, dark and amused, as the next tasting began.
She circled the next man slowly, heels clicking like the ticking of a courtroom clock, each step marking time toward an unspoken verdict. He was younger than the first--olive-skinned, dark-eyed, with a sculpted jaw and the kind of beauty that once commanded boardrooms and bedrooms. But there was no bravado now. Just the slow burn of humiliation as he was held, trembling and bare, looking gorgeous and ridiculous in the high heels and sheer stockings clinging to his masculine form.
"Ah," Tania said softly, almost to herself. "The Italian."
She smirked, brushing a hand down the man's chest, letting her finger linger just long enough to make him gasp as a sharp red nail raked his chest. "Oh yes. They're all theatre, these ones. Passion, presentation... everything for show. Ran some flashy startup in Milan. I can smell the espresso and desperation."
She leaned in close to him, lips nearly brushing his ear. "You were a prince once, weren't you? Now look at you."
Her hand moved down his chest slowly, inching closer and closer to his aching cock. She smirked as he twitched and writhed, so very desperate for release.
When her hand was so close to his cock the slightest movement would have resulted in a caress, but instead she turned suddenly.
"Miss Vale," Tania said coolly, not even glancing at the man writhing beside her, "I think our Italian needs to breathe a little longer. Let him stew. We'll move on."
A strangled moan burst from his gag. His eyes, glassy with desperation, flickered in anguish. He had been so close -- his whole body straining for the climax that never came. Now it was slipping away, stolen from him with a flick of her voice. The torment etched across his face was exquisite.
Tania paused mid-step, turning sharply as another muffled cry escaped him. Her expression hardened like cooling steel. Her eyes locked on him -- blazing, unblinking.
"Did I give you leave to protest?"
she said, her voice low and dangerous.
The Italian fell silent at once, trembling beneath the weight of her disdain.
She stepped back towards him. Veronica could see his eyes wide in fear, his body trembling. Tania's hand moved to his crotch, but this time it was not to tease or give pleasure. It was for pain.
Her sharp dark nails dug hard into the soft flesh of his ball sack. He bit down hard on the gag, fighting the scream that threatened to rise. Any sound -- any weakness -- would only make it worse.
Tania stepped closer, her voice like a blade.
"How dare you moan at me, slave." She let the silence hang, cruel and heavy.
Then, with icy finality:
"For that little outburst... you'll go last."
The Italian nodded solemnly, still trying to contain the sharp pain of her talons deep into his softest area as a tear rolled down his cheeks as he whimpered like a puppy.
As one, they moved to the next man -- heels clicking in slow rhythm on the stone floor, the soft shhhk of sheer silk gliding as their thighs brushed with each prowling step, a whisper of nylon that stirred the silence like a promise.
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Napa Nocturne
---------------
The next vintage was a younger pour -- early thirties, perhaps -- with a smooth caramel complexion that spoke of mixed heritage and bright sun. His physique was the most sculpted of the lot: bulging biceps, chiseled pecs, a torso clearly carved in some private gym. The lace-topped stockings clung absurdly to his thick, muscular thighs, a delicious contrast, while the heels arched his calves into taut perfection. It was a beautiful, ridiculous sight -- masculinity wrapped in silk and submission.
Veronica licked her lips, her eyes lingering with open admiration. Of all of them, this one stirred her the most. There was something in the way his body held tension -- barely restrained strength, the promise of power beneath the shame. She imagined what it might feel like to ride him, to straddle that raw masculinity and make it hers. One day, she hoped. One day, she would.
He shivered in anticipation. His cock a fine nine inches and thick. Straining just like the rest with a mix of arousal, the plug inserted within him and the tight rings keeping his delicious shaft painfully stiff.
Tania seemed to notice her apprentice's attraction and called her over.
"On your knees Veronica darling. Why don't you give this man a taste. See what you can tell me.
Veronica moved slowly toward him, their eyes locking--hers glinting with cruel knowledge, his wide with desperate longing. She licked her lips, savouring the way his body trembled and shuddered as she closed the distance.
Tania withdrew a plush red velvet cushion from beneath the table and set it gently before the man's feet.
Veronica lifted her skirt with slow, calculated grace, just high enough to unveil a flash of creamy, untouched skin above the dark band of her sheer silk Cervin stockings. The suspender clips gleamed, deliberately exposed.
With feline poise, she sank to her knees on the velvet, her movements unhurried, luxuriant. One hand hovered between them, fingers dancing in the charged air. The man bucked instinctively, hips jerking forward, his breath ragged with desperation. The leather at his ankles groaned under the strain, his whole body trembling--aching to be touched, to be claimed.
She reached up, her finger tips slowly enclosing themselves around the base of his cock before moving her mouth towards him. Forming her delicious wet lips into a perfect 'O' shape she slipped the helmet of his cock into her mouth.
The man's eyes rolled back in instant pleasure, the chains restraining him shook as his body reacted to the warm, soft wetness of her mouth.
Veronica inhaled his aroma, strong musk, intense and powerful. She hummed as she took him deeper into her throat, swallowing much as she could take of his large shaft. Her eyes closed as she started to move her head up and down, her fingers teasing his balls. Getting lost in the moment.
The man trembled and groaned, his body shuddering with release. The sound rippled through the cellar, stirring the others -- especially those still untouched. Their muffled cries rose in sympathy, not of pleasure, but of aching, desperate need.
Suddenly Veronica felt a sharp pain, her hair was being pulled back. The cock slipped past her lips, her mouth was still frozen in a wide 'O,' her breath hot and heavy.
"Now, now Veronica, you little cock slut. We don't want to be selfish and claim all of his seed without sharing. Do we?" Mistress Tania said sharply.
Recovering herself slightly, her own erection clearly visible in her dress, Veronica nodded.
"No, Mistress Tania. I'm sorry, Mistress," she gasped, her voice trembling as she remembered her place and fought to rein in her rising lust.
As Veronica stepped back Mistress Tania slipped smoothly into her place, her silhouette a striking contrast against the cellar's shadows. The sleek black dress clung to her like liquid night, the plunging back revealing the shape of her back. Her legs shining in those glossy tights and elevated by those unmistakable heels.
Her presence alone sent a fresh wave of tension rippling through him.
A drip of pre-cum fell in a long silky line from the tip of his cock to the floor while he shivered and shook in his bonds.
Tania placed the glass under his cock, catching some of the silver trail, before wrapping her fingers around the skin before vigorously milking his cock. It was both hard and harsh. There was no hint of pleasure, no teasing or attempt to draw out the moment. Her movements were brisk and clinical--like a nurse performing a procedure.
Veronica watched the mix of pleasure and pain flash across his face to the harsh hand-job. It didn't take long.
With a loud guttural moan he came, almost an explosion into the glass. Veronica watched as the relief of release swept over him, his body trembling with the final shudder of ecstasy. Then, as if his very life-force was draining away, he sagged into the chains, utterly spent and limp.
Tania looked at his deposit, swirling its contents with practiced flair in the glass as she held it up to the light. Bringing the glass down again she sniffed delicately, nostrils flaring.
"Fragrant," she said. "Hints of bravado. Strong nose. But does it deliver?"
She tasted. Slowly. Letting the silence stretch, letting him squirm. Her throat moved in a languorous swallow.
Veronica watched intently. "Well?"
Tania tilted her head, lips curling. "Sweet," she said at last. "Almost cloying. Very forward at first, but no depth. Like a charming dinner guest who talks too much about his yacht."
Veronica laughed, stepping close, their bodies almost touching. "But so very pretty..."
Tania handed the glass to Veronica to taste. She placed the glass slowly to her lips, her eyes on the man had just filled it, watching the hopeful look on his face for a good grade. She inhaled the aroma before taking a deep swig.
She thought for a moment, letting his juice slosh around her mouth, before swallowing.
Then she gave a soft, contemplative sigh.
"Mmm. Californian," she said at last, dabbing the corner of her mouth with the tip of her finger. "I'd stake a Château Margaux on it."
Tania cocked an eyebrow. "How can you tell?"
Veronica tilted the glass to catch the light, then swirled it with mock solemnity. "It's all sun and swagger. Bright, fruit-forward. The kind of flavour that bursts in, uninvited, and assumes you'll be charmed."
She sniffed again, theatrically. "Notes of almond milk, ambition... and something artificial underneath. Protein powder, maybe?"
Tania chuckled darkly. "Tech bro?"
"Oh, undoubtedly. Probably runs a wellness app. Lives in Venice Beach. Microdoses psilocybin and calls it therapy."
She handed the glass to Tania with a delicate shrug. "He's... pleasant. Very easy on the eye and a was a delight in my mouth. Eager to impress. But no staying power. Like a cabernet someone's poured too warm."
Tania sniffed the contents with a wrinkle of her nose. "Not bad. But not gold material."
Veronica leaned in and whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, "A contender for Bronze, if he's lucky, if the next one can keep it together."
She turned back to the man, her voice honeyed and cruel. "Smile, sweetheart. You're still very... drinkable."
Then she turned to Tania, lips close to hers. "Ready for the next course?"
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Rioja Ritual
---------------
Tania nodded before lifting the next clean crystal wine tumbler from the table, weighing it like something ancient and sacred. She looked at next man they were about to milk -- the Spaniard -- doing his best to hold a regal posture despite his humiliating position, his wrists bound above his head, legs clad in fishnet stockings, feet enclosed in sharp heels, his chest rising and falling with shallow hope.
He was older than the others. Early fifties, maybe, with iron-threaded temples and a neatly trimmed beard. The kind of man who had once commanded boardrooms and bloodlines, but now he was utterly at their mercy. The strain of being in bondage for so long showing on his face and the slight sweat on his brow. His dark eyes clung to Tania's face as if the outcome of the world depended on her lips.
Tania walked up close to him, smiling her wickedness smile as she ran the palm of her hand down his chest.
"Hmm, some class at last. In fact this one is an old favourite of mine. How long have I been your mistress? Ten years? More?"
She crouched down low in front of him, her lips tantalisingly close to his cock. Smaller and thinner than the Californian, but it had a delightful bow to its shape, curving round as it extended from his scrotum, then almost bending back to touch his stomach. It was a clean and smart cock, elegant, like him.
Tania leaned in, her soft red lips parting like a whispered invitation to a world only she could offer.
Behind her, Veronica froze, mesmerized by the curve of her mistress's behind framed perfectly by the sheer black tights and the teasing lift of her short skirt. A fierce, aching hunger swelled within her--a desperate need to trace her tongue slowly along the crevice of that flawless behind, to taste every inch of the woman who held her captive in desire. She longed not just to touch, but to be consumed by the essence of Mistress Tania herself.
Veronica's hand slipped under her own skirt, feeling her cock pressed tight in her panties. She started stroking herself gently as she admired her mistress. Almost aching as much as the slaves held captive before her.
Meanwhile Tania slid her hands down the Spaniard's thighs, her palms smoothly gliding over his skin. Then she leaned in further, so close her lips almost brushed him--only to exhale, a slow, deliberate warm breath across his soft flesh.
To Veronica's amazement that was all it took, in no time the Spaniard jerked and twitched, letting out a muffled cry. Tania quickly grabbed his cock and in one quick stroke milked him into the glass as he continued to groan and cry behind the gag.
Veronica watched his face, entranced by the delicious torment that twisted his features. When release came, it caught her by surprise -- not the act itself, but the tears that followed. First a single drop, then sobs that shook his bound form. Whether they were born of pleasure or sorrow, she couldn't say. But watching him unravel was its own exquisite reward.
Tania paid no heed to his emotions, vigorously and harshly masturbating every last drop into her glass, watching the pained expression on his face as it became sensitive, before leaving him deflated and beaten.
She raised the glass to her nose, inhaling deeply, just as before. Then she took a generous sip, letting the flavour linger on her tongue, savouring every note.
Without passing her own judgement she handed the glass to Veronica. "From the house of Aragón," she murmured, amused. "One of our more... established vintages."
Veronica accepted it with reverence, and crouched before him with slow, deliberate grace. She let her hand brush his thigh -- featherlight -- then raised the glass to her lips. The man's eyes widened, almost stricken with anticipation.
She took a sip. Closed her eyes.
"Mm..." she said, drawing it out like silk unwinding. "A rich mouthfeel. Complex. And a depth. There's something earthy at the core -- truffle, perhaps. Tobacco leaf. Definitely oak."
She glanced up at him. "You've been aged well."
His lips trembled. She watched him swallow back a desperate little sound.
Tania was circling now, slow and silent, like a predator in heels.
Veronica took another taste, letting it linger longer. Then: "There's warmth, too. Sun-drenched stone. Old money. Old pride. He wants to be
perfect
for us."
"Is he?" Tania asked, stepping in close behind her, sending a slight shiver down Veronica's spine.
She turned slightly, her cheek brushing Tania's. "Almost." Veronica's voice was hushed now, intimate. "But he's trying too hard. There's a tension in the finish... fear, maybe. Or shame?"
Tania looked at the man. "Do you feel ashamed?" she asked gently.
He nodded, just once. His eyes were glassy with need.
She smiled, then leaned in to speak into his ear. "Good. That means you
remember
what you are."
Veronica set the glass aside, licking a last trace of the white creamy fluid from her lip. "Still... refined. Well bred. He's no gold, but I'd drink him again."
"Bronze?" Tania offered.
"Bronze at best," Veronica agreed.
The man exhaled, trembling with quiet relief. For now.
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Malbec Mercy
---------------
Tania clapped her hands, crisp and sharp as a riding crop. "Now... bring us the Argentinian. Let's see if fire can rival finesse."
Then next man was striking in a wholly different way--less brute strength than the Californian, less polished than the Spaniard, and far more raw than the others. He was perhaps in his early forties, his body a sculpted contrast of strength and sensuality, drenched in oil that gleamed like sunlight over polished leather. His skin held a bronzed, dusky warmth, somewhere between mahogany and burnt copper, and a faint scar curved like a crescent beneath one collarbone--a whisper of violence long past.
There was something untamed about him. His hair was thick and dark, unruly in places, like it would curl if left to grow out. Greying stubble framed his strong jaw, and even gagged, there was an intensity in his eyes that burned with restrained fire. He was beautiful, but not in a delicate way--his beauty had weight to it, like a glass of Malbec: dark, brooding, with a finish that lingered long after the first taste.
This one wasn't born into riches. He'd fought for them. Possibly killed for them.
Tania circled him slowly, her heels clicking a precise rhythm across the tiles. Veronica followed just behind, her fingers ghosting over the Argentine's oil-slick skin, watching the muscles ripple beneath her touch. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, head tilting back in aching submission.
"A stallion," Veronica whispered softly, eyes flicking to her mistress. "Wild and proud, even in chains."
Tania gave a small smile, drawing a sharp fingernail down the centre of his chest, watching his entire body strain toward her. "He'll beg like all the rest," she murmured. "But not before we taste the edge of his fire--there's a capo's pride in him still."
His chest rose in shallow, measured breaths, though the faint twitch at the corners of his mouth betrayed a hunger to please. Like the others, he wore sheer stockings and glossy black heels--a quiet, exquisite humiliation, one that might cost him his life if his rivals ever saw. But that only sharpened his devotion, heightened the thrill of risk. The thick collar at his neck gleamed under the lights, and the leather blinkers stole everything but sound, scent, and sensation.
He couldn't see the others that had been tasted... but he knew.
There was pride in this one -- a hunger to prove himself worthy, to be the finest of her collection.
Tania seemed to favour him. She lingered, circling slowly, like a lioness with her chosen prey.
Her fingertips traced along his flanks, gliding over oiled skin, feeling the tension coil beneath -- sinew and muscle taut with need, straining at her touch, aching for more.
She stepped in close, until their bodies brushed -- a whisper of warmth, of promise.
With deliberate grace, she lifted the hem of her dress, inch by inch, until Veronica could clearly see the curve of her backside as it came into view. Taut and toned, sculpted to perfection, her cheeks were wrapped in whisper-thin black -- silk-gloss sheer, clinging like a second skin.
The delicate weave shimmered with each subtle shift of muscle at her hip, a sensual tension of her body pressed against him made the Argentinian swallow hard... and drew a breathless gasp from the watching Veronica behind.
Tania raised herself on her tiptoes, while her hand slipped down and pressed his cock between her legs, gripping it tight with her strong nylon clad thighs against her crotch. The main moaned with pleasure as his sensitive cock came in touch with her warm inner thigh, feeling the smooth, silky hose rub against his flesh.
Slowly she began to thrust in and out, moving her hips back and forth, sliding his bare cock over silky nylon as she gripped him tight with her legs and her crotch. Fucking him without letting him have the honour of penetration, just the silky hose pressing against his sensitive skin.
Her hands moved around his back, nails digging in hard to the soft flesh of his ass-cheeks. Knowing how much he liked pain mixed with his pleasure.
"Miss Vale, be a darling and prepare the next glass. I don't want a single drop on my beautiful Cecilia de Rafaels. And I don't think our friend will last much longer."
Veronica moved quickly, her heels clicking as she fetched a fresh Baccarat Massena--eager to please, and even more eager not to spill. holding it close to the soft flesh of the head of the Argentinian's cock as it poked out from just below Mistress Tania's ass cheeks and above her muscular thighs.
She heard him moan first, and then large spurt of cum followed, rope after rope blasting into the glass. She was careful to catch every last drop, holding it against the soft skin of his helmet, catching every last dribble so as not to ruin her mistress's expensive hose.
But the sight of this cock squeezed tight between her mistresses taut nylon clad cheeks was too much to bear.
Veronica leaned down to her haunches and took the tip into her mouth, her nose pressed into the crack of her mistress's ass as Tania gripped him still with those powerful thighs, inhaling her mistress's aroma while tasting his last drips of the Argentinan's seed.
Veronica heard her mistress moan softly with pleasure as she felt her pet nuzzle into her behind.
At last, when she was sure not a single drop had been wasted, Veronica eased away, allowing her mistress to dismount with grace.
Just like the others, the Argentinian hung limp in his restraints, utterly spent.
But there was a flicker of contentment in his expression -- a faint smile that suggested he felt just a little more favoured than the rest.
And perhaps he had been.
Tania held the glass between her fingers like a chalice, swirling it with deliberate grace. The fluid caught the low light--thick, glistening, a gift from the man now hanging limp in his restraints. She raised it to her lips first, letting a single drop touch her tongue. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she savoured the taste.
"Mmm... bold," she murmured, her voice low and rich with amusement. "Earthy. A little wild around the edges."
She turned to Veronica and offered her the glass. Veronica accepted it with reverence, fingers brushing Tania's. She took a sip, slower than she meant to, her breath catching at the heat of it, the intimacy of it as Tania wrapped an arm around her hips, pulling her closer.
"There's spice," she whispered. "Something reckless underneath. Like he'd bite if he wasn't bound."
Tania smiled and leaned in, her lips brushing Veronica's cheek as she whispered, "He would have. That's why he's mine."
Tania took the glass back, taking a long deep drink of the contents, before turning her head back to her pet.
The Argentinian moaned. His muscles tensed despite his exhaustion, his cock twitching at the sight now before him.
Tania reached up, fingers light beneath Veronica's chin, guiding her closer with a touch as delicate as breath. She brought their mouths together in a slow, deliberate kiss--deep and wine-dark, as she shared the creamy liquid between their lips. It was intimate, languid, and full of unspoken possession. The way they savoured each other, and him, was almost cruel in its beauty. He had never felt so powerless... or so completely desired.
Tania broke the kiss with a soft laugh, licking her lips. "Untamed," she said, her eyes on him. "But not anymore."
Veronica held the glass up once more, studying the remnants. "Complex. Dangerous. Decadent." She grinned. "He might be a contender for gold."
Tania nodded, her smile approving. "We'll let the last two finish... but yes. He lingers delightfully."
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Pinot Provocation
---------------
The Frenchman was the youngest -- perhaps just thirty -- with soft, pale skin and an aristocratic grace that made Veronica pause. His cock, while not the largest in the room, stood proudly between his thighs, slender and elegant, like the rest of him. A gentleman's cock. Six inches of quiet promise.
He was restrained like the others, of course -- wrists bound, legs parted, clad in shimmering black hosiery and narrow heels that elevated his slim calves with just the right tension. But his expression wasn't defiant or broken. It was open. Receptive. He gazed at her like a man already in love with being used.
Veronica kept her gaze lowered, her tone respectful. "Mistress Tania... may I be permitted to set one palette? I wish to learn, under your guidance."
Tania studied her in silence for a moment -- a thoughtful, unreadable gaze -- then gave a single, deliberate nod. No smile. Just permission. Then, softly:
"Very well, Ms Vane. Let us see what your palate remembers... when your hands are the ones preparing it."
Veronica stepped in close, saying nothing. Her breath was soft, her eyes heavy with promise. She lifted her skirt, her stockings already on display, black lace biting gently into her thighs beneath the garter straps.
She guided him into place with calm precision, mirroring Tania's earlier method -- her hands finding his hips, then sliding down to cup the soft weight of his bum, gripping it firmly. She rose slowly onto her toes, her chest brushing his, oil ruining the fabric of her dress, and pressed his cock between her thighs. Skin on skin -- the heat immediate -- and the head of his cock nestled just beneath her lace panties.
She held him there, squeezing with her legs -- cock snug between them -- and began to move her hips in slow, teasing thrusts. His shaft slid between bare thighs with each motion, friction making him gasp. She let him feel her -- her heat, her scent, her control -- while her hands gripped and kneaded his bum, pulling him into her rhythm. He was being fucked, but not allowed to fuck. And she loved it.
She eased herself closer until their faces nearly touched. She could see every flicker in his eyes -- the restraint, the hope, the aching hunger.
"You're trembling," she whispered. "But you're not afraid, are you?"
He shook his head, gagged but lucid, his eyes holding hers like a vow. She began to move with pressure. A slow grind, her panties dragging along the length of his shaft, the fabric growing wetter by the second with precum. His breath hitched. She leaned in, forehead brushing his. They shared air.
And still she moved. Gentle, intimate friction. Behind her, she sensed Tania's presence approach -- not interrupting, merely witnessing. She crouched beside them, glass in hand, watching the growing tremble in the Frenchman's thighs.
"Now, Veronica," she said quietly. "Catch him."
Veronica nodded, and without breaking eye contact, she reached behind herself and lifted just enough to make space. Tania moved in with the glass, positioning it beneath his cock with graceful precision.
His release came moments later -- soft, wet spurts painting the inside of the crystal. But not all of it. One rope arched high, landing hot against Veronica's inner thigh and the damp panel of her panties.
She gasped, her body stiffening -- in something close to reverence. Still straddling him, she looked down, there was no way to see it, it was performance. Then up at him again.
"You made me messy," she whispered, lips close to his gag. "How very... forward."
Behind her, she felt warmth. Tania had crouched again -- this time behind Veronica -- and gently parted her cheeks with two fingers, her breath brushing over the cum-slicked nylon. Then, without a word, she placed her nose there. Soft. Intentional. A delicate inhale, as if to scent not just Veronica, but the Frenchman.
Veronica tensed. Her breath caught. Was she clean enough? Had the evening left her musky, too raw? Her thighs twitched, a flicker of old self-consciousness bubbling up. But Tania stayed -- silent, steady -- breathing her in through the lace, letting the moment speak.
Then, without hesitation, Tania hooked her fingers into the gusset of the pink thong -- where it clung damp against the soft space behind Veronica's tucked balls -- and drew it aside tenderly.
She exposed Veronica's hole fully, unfiltered now, and leaned closer. And sniffed again. Slower. Deeper. As if the bare scent -- unmasked, intimate, wholly hers -- was something worth savouring.
Veronica flushed. Not with shame, but with something warmer. Tania had gone back in. She wanted more. She liked it. The scent, the mix,
her
. There was no mistaking it now -- not to Tania, and not to Veronica herself. She smelled like sex. Like confidence. Like exactly the kind of girl she was becoming. And that did something to her. She let out a soft, involuntary moan.
The Frenchman and Veronica's faces were still close. His eyes were tired now, his body sagging with release -- but he watched her. He saw the flicker of something intimate pass through her gaze, knew that Mistress Tania was doing something behind her, something intense. He didn't know what, but he felt it. And when Veronica dismounted without a word -- without even looking at him -- it stung more than he expected.
"You're learning beautifully," Tania murmured. "That... was art." She handed the glass to Veronica, their fingers brushing. "Go on," she said. "Taste him. He's yours."
Veronica took the glass with both hands, steady despite the ache in her cock. The liquid shimmered faintly -- pale, opalescent, still warm. She tilted it, just enough to coat the rim, sniffed the contents, then brought it to her lips.
She let the first sip rest on her tongue. The swallowed. Softly, almost to herself:
"Salt... but only a whisper. There's something brighter beneath it. Not sweet exactly -- more like... the ghost of red fruit. Like berries left too long in silk."
Her brow furrowing in quiet thought. "And there's a touch of acidity -- tart, but soft. Like he's still holding something back. But it feels grounded. Honest." She paused, eyes still closed. "It's delicate," she said finally. "But it stays with you."
When she opened her eyes, Tania was already watching -- a quiet pride in her expression. She touched Veronica's cheek with two fingers, letting them linger there. "You tasted him truly," she said. "Not just on your tongue."
Tania took the glass from Veronica, bringing it to her lips without ceremony. She sipped, eyes closing as the flavour touched her tongue. Then she stilled. A moment passed. Then another.
When she opened her eyes, they were darker. Focused. "He's... remarkable," she said softly. "There's lightness, yes. But also depth. Not youthful, not simple. There's a tension in him -- between what he gave and what he held back. It makes the finish... ache."
She looked at the Frenchman with new weight in her gaze -- not affection, but appraisal. Like a jeweller reassessing a gem. "A contender," she said. "Strong. Quiet. Unassuming. But unmistakably present."
She handed the glass back to Veronica with a faint smile.
"You chose well."
Veronica lingered with the glass after Tania's verdict, watching the last streaks of release cling to the inner curve. Reflexively -- without thought -- she dipped her little finger in and scooped what remained. A quiet, greedy gesture. She brought it to her lips and tasted, moaning faintly, eyes fluttering closed.
A sound from Tania broke her trance. Not harsh -- just the faintest sigh. The roll of her eyes. Veronica froze. She'd shown her roots again. That hungry, unpolished instinct. She wasn't born to this -- not like Mistress.
Their eyes met. Veronica flushed, ashamed. Then, slowly, she extended her little finger -- still glistening with a mix of his cum and her own saliva -- and offered it.
A pause. Then Tania leaned in. No words. No judgement. She simply took Veronica's hand in hers and closed her lips around the offered finger, sucking it clean with slow, deliberate grace. When she pulled back, her tongue flicked once across the tip. "You're learning," she murmured. "But never forget... someone is always watching." Veronica nodded, breath caught, lesson received.
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Primitivo Performance
---------------
The Italian was undeniably handsome -- dark-eyed, square-jawed, with the kind of classical beauty that turned heads without trying. But something in his stillness felt forced, as if he believed his looks were enough. Mistress Tania had been cool toward him all evening. No correction, no praise. Just distance.
When his turn came, she approached without fanfare. She didn't straddle. Didn't whisper or tease. She simply stood beside him and stroked him with one hand -- slowly, mechanically -- as if completing a chore. Her expression looked bored, her body told the story: this was duty, not pleasure.
He stiffened quickly. Of course he did. He thought it meant something. Tania positioned the crystal glass with precise detachment, catching each spurt as it came. The first was strong. The rest tapered quickly, like a showy firework that burned too fast.
She held the glass up to the light, then swirled it with the finesse of a woman who'd tasted true vintages -- and was already disappointed. "All heat, no complexity. A young wine in a handsome bottle." She sipped, just enough to judge. A slight downturn of her lips. "Hot, yes. But coarse. No depth. No patience."
She handed the glass to Veronica like passing off a half-read pamphlet. "You may taste him," she said. "If you're curious. But he's not for gold."
The Italian didn't speak -- couldn't -- but the flush in his face wasn't from pleasure.
Veronica accepted the glass with a small nod, then brought it to her lips. She sipped, let it sit, then swallowed slowly. Her eyes didn't close this time. "It's... hot," she said carefully. "Immediate. Like he couldn't wait to be tasted." She looked at the Italian -- still flushed, still restrained -- then back at the glass. "There's ambition," she added. "But it's loud. Like he's trying to be complex... without doing the work."
She offered the glass back to Tania with steady hands, but her voice softened. "He's not gold," she said. "But I don't think he knows that yet."
Tania gave a quiet hum -- not quite approval, not quite critique -- just a note of acknowledgment. Veronica's claws had shown... just enough.
Something shifted in the Italian's eyes. The arrogance was still there -- but softer now. Tempered. For the first time, he looked at Veronica not like a woman to impress... but like someone he might listen to. A slow exhale left his chest. Not defeat. Not quite. Just... the beginning of understanding.
Veronica sensed it -- and so, she realised, did Mistress Tania. Just that look Tania gave when she saw
everything
.
They stood together in the hush that followed the final tasting -- the air thick with the scent of cum, tension, and the soft clink of glass on silver.
Mistress Tania set down her glass and let her gaze roam over the exhausted, glistening men -- all spent, all aching, all waiting to be chosen. She smiled, slow and dangerous.
"Well then," she murmured, her voice like velvet over a blade, "shall we see which of our boys is worthy of
the final course
?"
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Vignette: Amanda Changes Her Mind
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Reluctance/NonConsent
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In the late 1880's Neville Brunson, the financier, had purchased an island on the St. Lawrence River in the Thousand Islands Region in what is known as Millionaire's row.
He built a main house that reflected his status as one of New York's financial elites. It was a veritable castle which he surrounded with eight smaller homes that were mansions on their own yet they were comically called 'cabins'.
Thirty years later when Neville Brunson lay dying his family promised him that the island estate would always remain in the family. After he died they took steps to enshrine this promise with legally binding documents and filings.
Over the ensuing decades the island estate became known as 'The Brunson Estate' and it was famous for the summer parties that would take place there. In the 1920's it was also quietly appreciated as a safe place to enjoy the liquors that were forbidden by the Volstead Act. The authorities turned a blind eye to the Brunson family in this period due to the enormous political power the family wielded in both New York City and Albany.
World War Two saw the family host select wounded servicemen and their families at the estate. The family did this not for any publicity but simply because they wanted to make a sacrifice for those who had sacrificed for freedom.
Despite popular pressure from their friends in New York to decamp to trendier places such as Miami and Palm Springs the family maintained their traditions on into the 1980's.
Thus it was early May of 1984 when Amanda and her slightly older cousin Denny met up at the estate to 'open the houses' for the summer season which started with Memorial Day weekend.
Amanda was on the tail end of her gap year between finishing a rigorous education in a tony prep school and her start of her finance education at New York University. The tall and trim yet reserved ginger girl was expected to achieve great things for the family name. Between going to an all-girls prep school and having family obligations she'd made it into young adulthood without having had a boyfriend.
Denny, like Amanda, was a socially awkward academic achiever who had finished his freshman year at the top of his class at Harvard. The tall and thin young man was often compared to a young Robert Redford. A few gossip magazines made on about the 'mystery' surrounding Denny because he was so rarely seen in public. The truth was that he was somewhat shy and averse to attention like most people in the autism spectrum. This also meant he had yet to have had a girlfriend.
Their families appointed Denny and Amanda to open the island estate and the two of them went along with it out of a sense of duty.
Amanda arrived at the estate first. The young lady driving the boat that dropped her off assumed that Amanda worked for the Brunson family and Amanda didn't bother to correct her.
Denny arrived via the same boat two hours later.
Denny and Amanda met up in the main house and started their task by turning up the water heater. The water heater was kept on all year long but in the winter it was set to warm instead of hot. The family could certainly afford the few hundred dollars the extra expense of year round hot water would have been but they didn't build their wealth by letting needless expenses slide.
Hiring a crew to open the estate for the summer was also considered a needless expense which is why the family had established a tradition of assigning their youngsters to take care of it.
A couple bedrooms in the main house were cleaned up for the two cousins to use during their stay.
Their first week of work centered on the main house. Linens needed to be aired out, beds needed to be made, the kitchen needed stocking, and the list of details carried on.
Then it was on to the individual cabins. Amanda and Denny worked together and they worked well together.
On occasion they'd bump into each other or brush their hands.
Both of them enjoyed the feeling and the occasional bump became frequent.
Sunday was a day off for the two of them and with the weather being decent Denny got one of the family's classic wooden boats into the water. The two cousins enjoyed a fun day of motoring around the various islands before stopping in at Alexandria Bay for a little shopping and for lunch.
They had lunch at a tiki bar where the owner knew the Brunson family and that meant no one checked their ID when they ordered cocktails. Now they didn't get drunk, just pleasantly buzzed.
After lunch they strolled around the harbor to walk off the nice lunch and drinks.
Amanda didn't complain when Denny took her by the hand and led her into a particular shop to look at something. She also noticed a few covetous glances from other young women as Denny pulled her along.
Arriving back at the estate they tied up the boat and just as they were about to go back to the main house Denny leaned in to Amanda. For a moment she thought he was going to whisper something to her but then he gave her a very chaste and polite kiss on the lips.
"I had a great day, one of the best ever! Thank you!" he said to her.
Amanda kissed him back.
❆ ❆ ❆
The Memorial Day weekend would start in one week and by this time Denny and Amanda had seen their romance heat up.
Late Friday morning Amanda and Denny were to be found making out in Denny's bedroom. On his bed. They'd done this every morning this week. Each morning when Amanda came to his bedroom it seemed the two of them would wear less and less.
Shorts and polo shirts had been shed and now the only bits of clothing between them were her bra and panties and his boxer shorts. The two young people swooned with the sensation of bare skin on bare skin.
Denny was on top of Amanda and couldn't help himself as he ground his hips into hers. His cock rubbing against her body. She answered his motions with her own.
Amanda was electrified with desire and she knew she wanted more but she wasn't quite understanding what it was she wanted. Her mind was foggy with lust and all she could understand was a need. Her hands were on Denny's back and she reveled in feeling his warm body pressing down on hers.
Denny kissed her on the exposed part of her breasts and he was in heaven! He'd never imagined that a girl's bosom would be so soft and sexy! He felt glorious with Amanda yet there was something missing.
"Maybe we can...?" he asked her as his fingers looped into the waistband of her panties, tugging at them.
"We just have to be careful." she whispered.
Denny was almost in shock when he realized that Amanda had said yes to his idea. He'd expected her to say it was time to stop and instead she lifted up her hips so he could pull her panties away.
It was too awkward to do anything else so he got up and eased Amanda's panties down her long legs and then over her ankles.
"Wow!" said Amanda as Denny pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard, bouncing cock. It was the first cock she'd ever seen in real life and she greedily studied it. In a scant few seconds she had seen the shaft and the purplish tip. She saw how it led down to the curly reddish blonde hair of his crotch. Then she studied his balls hanging below and she found them compelling and alien at the same time.
Denny eyed Amanda's pussy as best he could given that she'd modestly closed her legs when he'd removed her panties. His cock ached to be inside of her.
Amanda was briefly confused as Denny reached for her hand and pulled her up to a sitting position.
"May I?" he asked as he reached for her bra.
She considered what he was asking and then reached her hands behind her to undo the snaps. She shrugged her shoulders to let the bra hang loose.
Denny understood her intention but still his hands were tentative as he reached for her bra. It felt magical as he touched it. He was deeply aware of her warmth on it as he pulled it free.
Amanda loved seeing Denny's reaction as he saw her bare tits for the first time. His hands gently moved up to explore them and she watched and felt it as his fingers pressed into her soft flesh and played with her nipples.
Denny let Amanda lay back on the bed and then he moved to be with her again.
All week long he had felt his cock rub against her body only to have his desire denied by layers of cloth.
"Be careful!" she huskily said to him as he got on top of her again.
"I promise." he whispered as he felt his cock touch bare female skin for the first time.
Despite her cautious words Amanda spread her legs for Denny and she sighed as she felt the tip of his warm cock press between her eager pussy lips.
Denny felt her moisture with his cock and instinctively knew this was a good thing. He gave her pussy a hesitant rub with his cock and only when she sighed her approval did he carry on.
The two young people were now carried along by their passions and they gently and lovingly wrestled with each other.
Amanda felt his bare chest press against her tits. Her nipples electrified with the friction of his skin on them.
Denny was keenly aware of her long legs splayed out either side of his body, her delicate feet limp on the bedsheets.
He gently thrust at her again. Her hips rose to meet him.
Amanda's jaw clenched with tension as she felt Denny's cock nudge at her tender clit. She wanted more of this but something inside her formerly disciplined mind said she needed to stop.
Denny gently thrust again and then she felt his hips retreat and advance.
She clutched his shoulders as the head of his cock now brushed the entrance to her pussy.
A drop of sweat fell from Denny's eyebrow onto Amanda's shoulder.
He decided that it was sexy to see his sweat on her body.
Amanda's mind was a whirlwind of warnings and desires. She knew this was wrong but she wanted it so much!
She felt his cock poke into her pussy just a little and then he withdrew. It was tantalizing! It was a drop of water to her thirsty desires.
Denny wanted it too. He didn't understand the one emotion he was feeling because he was so wrapped up in sensation and lust and desire.
It was frustration.
He wanted to get his cock into Amanda and it wasn't happening!
Denny moved himself down her body, just a little. This changed the angle he had been working and now his cock was pointing into her body.
Amanda tensed when his cock pressed into her again. The tip of his cock had just barely penetrated the mouth of her pussy. And it felt amazing!
But this was going too far! She knew she could get pregnant if they kept at this and that would ruin everything! She remembered seeing his balls and she knew they were full of baby seeds just waiting to get into her pussy.
"Denny..." she summoned the discipline to say something, "Denny, we should stop before we go too far!"
Denny held still for a moment and the two of them stared into each other's eyes. His cock barely moving.
He gave a little thrust and Amanda felt her pussy open up just a little to let him in.
"Denny, please..." she whispered while her hips involuntarily rose up to try to get more of that wonderful rod of hard flesh into her body.
Denny was awash with lust and confused by Amanda's words and conflicting actions. Her body was definitely saying 'yes' all while she was begging him to stop.
Denny wasn't terribly autistic but in this circumstance the part of that spectrum that affected him mattered.
He withdrew and then thrust into her again. Just enough to keep things involved. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to continue. His cock wanted to continue. And he wasn't entirely sure what Amanda wanted.
Amanda felt Denny pull back and for a moment she was both relieved and disappointed. And then he thrust back into her and she was suddenly alarmed and delighted. She wasn't actually aware of the conflict in her feelings, they just existed.
Denny felt Amanda tense and at the same time her arms held him tighter.
Denny was torn with emotion even if he wasn't aware of it. He could hear Amanda asking him to stop but then her body kept asking him to continue. And her body felt good! Her bare skin was amazing! She smelled wonderful to him! And the little bit of her pussy that he could feel made his cock demand more.
Denny rested his body on Amanda and then put his head next to hers. He wanted to concentrate and he didn't want to see her face. He knew she'd just confuse him.
Amanda felt him slowly start fucking her. It was very slow and very shallow. He never went deep and she tried to tell herself this was okay. She told herself that everything would be just fine if this was all they did. She convinced herself to trust Denny but she was really trying to trust herself.
Denny started giving her a little more. Amanda loved it. She could hear heavy breathing and then she realized that she was hearing herself.
Denny's nose was buried in Amanda's neck. His lips kissed her neck and shoulder as he tired to keep his motion under control.
Her legs slowly moved against his own as if she were riding a bicycle. Her motions allowing him to gain a little extra depth as they wrestled.
Amanda realized that he was in her deeper than she wanted him to be. She wanted him even deeper than that but she somehow summoned the will power to speak, "Denny, we have to stop. We have to stop now!"
Amanda punctuated her words by trying to push Denny off of her.
Denny stopped moving for a moment. His lips kissing her neck again.
"It's okay," she said, "it's okay. We haven't gone too far!" She gently caressed his shoulders and put her hand on the back of his head.
Denny got up on his elbows and the two of them looked in each other's eyes.
Amanda felt him move a little. His hips pulled back just a little. She sighed as he pushed back in.
"Denny." she protested.
He started moving again. It felt so fucking good for both of them!
Amanda cried a little. The tears were a mixture of joy and loss.
She gasped as he suddenly hunched himself into her, driving his cock at least two or three inches deeper!
"No, Denny! No..." she begged as he pulled back and thrust again. He did this one more time and then she fell silent as her pussy was filled with cock for the first time.
"Oh my God." she whispered.
It hadn't hurt and that was a bit of a relief to her. Denny held himself still for a moment as he looked down at her face.
Amanda's pussy felt so infinitely amazing! Denny looked at her naked body and then took in her oddly lustful and alarmed countenance. She was lustful because of him. She was alarmed because of him.
He knew she was alarmed because she'd just lost her virginity. Then it clicked in his head that he'd also lost his virginity. The thought made him feel just a little bit more manly.
He pushed into her a little more.
Amanda wanted to cry or complain but then she made her body rise to meet his.
It was Denny's turn to moan as his cock slipped deeper into her body. Amanda's pussy now fully embraced his cock and it felt indescribably pleasurable.
Denny felt a kind of chill race through his body. Amanda felt it inside of her.
Neither of them appreciated that a little glob of precum had just been deposited into her upturned cervix.
They looked at each other as Denny pulled back and then slowly pushed himself into her depths.
Amanda realized there was no stopping this. Denny wouldn't stop and Amanda didn't want him to.
'He's gonna make me pregnant!' said a warning voice in her mind.
Amanda imagined his cock deep inside of her pussy. She'd seen men ejaculate in videos and she thought about how Denny was going to do that inside of her.
The one video that had captivated her was of a well endowed man masturbating. The man had grasped his own cock and then worked his hand up and down the obscenity of his shaft until it erupted with cum. Over and over the man's cock erupted. It was obscene yet she'd watched it so many times afterwards. A few times she even masturbated as she watched it, imagining that she was receiving it.
Denny was fucking her now. Whether or not she wanted it didn't matter, he was going to fuck her until he was done and that was all there was to it. Part of her liked this.
She noticed that her knees and her feet were up in the air now.
Amanda's mind almost went blank as an intense pleasure started up in her body.
"Fuck." she uttered as she knew she had passed her point of no return.
Denny started fucking her fast and deep and that set her off. Her world was suddenly filled with pleasure and light and at the same time she was gasping for air.
Denny felt Amanda's orgasm and that set off his own. He moaned as his cock shot jet after jet of his cum into her pussy. He shoved himself deep into her where part of him knew his seed needed to be. He belonged there. He knew it.
An hour later Amanda was drying herself after a much needed shower. She tried to organize her thoughts and focus on the chores she needed to accomplish today but her mind insisted on going back to the life changing moments of the day.
"What if?" played games with her mind all day.
What if she hadn't allowed herself to get naked with Denny?
What if she hadn't been so naïve thinking she had things under control?
What if Denny had stopped when she asked him to?
What if he had pulled out?
She also played the blame game. She blamed Denny for not stopping but then she had to accept that Denny was different and always had been. He may have been brilliant with numbers but he had long been mystified by people. And she knew it.
She loved her cousin but remembered as a child he'd go up to other children and take things from them because he wanted them. Now she realized that as much as he could be romantic with her that she'd been something he wanted and he'd taken her.
Part of her liked that. Denny had been sexual with her. She had been sexual with him. In it's own way it was liberating.
Through the day the two of them would run into each other and they did their best to act 'normal' even though their normal had changed quite a bit.
That night they shared dinner and afterwards they shared a subdued evening before heading off to their respective bedrooms.
Amanda gently played with herself in bed. Eventually she took off her panties and tossed them on the floor so they weren't in the way. A fitful sleep overtook her in the aftermath of a so-so orgasm.
When she awoke she felt the bed moving as if someone were getting onto it with her.
"Denny?" she asked.
"Hey." he said as she felt his bare skin next to hers. She realized he was naked.
He felt her tits under her tank top and then started to push it up.
"Denny, we can't do that again." she protested all while feeling her body flush with arousal.
"Take it off." he said in a coldly determined way.
Amanda obliged and the tank top landed somewhere on the floor.
Denny immediately pushed her onto her back and then got himself into position.
"I couldn't sleep." he said to Amanda as he started to hump at her body.
"You came in here to fuck me so you could sleep?" she said with no small amount of amazement.
"Oh, good. You understand!" he said, totally missing her cue.
Amanda thought about protesting but then his cock parted her pussy lips and he was inside of her. His cock now gliding back and forth in her body. It felt nice. It felt comforting.
Denny was feeling good too. He had been in his bedroom awake reflecting on the day and his cock got hard when he replayed the events of the morning.
When Amanda had gone to bed he understand that she wasn't interested in sex and he let it go. But then his desires became more intense and he knew she was just down the hall from his room.
And now here he was buried to the balls inside of Amanda, fucking her. He liked his cousin and loved her too. But right now, in this moment, all that mattered to Denny was her body.
Amanda couldn't help but fuck him back as he fucked her. The sensation of sex was new to her and she needed to feel it some more and if Denny wouldn't take no for an answer then she felt like some of her responsibility was lifted.
In the middle of their coupling Amanda knew that this wasn't the last time she'd be with Denny. She admitted to herself that she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
She had a tidy little orgasm as they finished and she blithely accepted her fate as Denny hosed down her pussy with his seed.
❆ ❆ ❆
By the time the fall semester started Amanda knew she was pregnant. Between barfing every morning and missing her period for two months she knew it was a done deal.
She called Denny and then the family got involved. The family decided they were to be married in New York and then they'd be set up with an apartment near Harvard so Denny could finish his degree.
Amanda had a lot of regrets but she had to admit that the sex was great.
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Amy Santiago Blacked Ch. 04
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Fan Fiction & Celebrities
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Something within Amy shifted, her mind fracturing as she remained locked in a soft kiss with a man she had met only the day before. Part of her, the cop part, knew that she should stop, that she should run, that every minute she spent with this criminal would only lead to ruin, yet she couldn't. Despite much of her wanting to get out she continued to submit to the man's desires, requests, orders. She shivered, both with the cold from her lack of clothing and from the depraved act of kissing a criminal, one who seemed intent on ruining her view of herself. She wasn't this type of person, she wasn't the type to wear such inappropriate underwear and definitely not the type to do something so illicit during her work hours. It was as if there was a great divide down the centre of her mind, tearing her in two, a large canyon in the landscape of her mind between who she thought she was, and who Luke was determined to make her be.
"No..." Amy whispered as she pulled away from the kiss, determined to regain a certain level of decency.
It had gone on too long, he had pushed her too far, this was not right, this was not who she was. She needed to reclaim herself, her morals, her dignity, before she let him destroy them completely.
"You got that right, you call that a kiss? No way am I having my woman be so chaste." He said.
She gulped at his words and then gasped as she felt two large hands grab her body firmly. Thick, long fingers dug into her thigh while the other ran up her back and gripped her neck.
"You need me to teach you how to kiss?" He teased her.
"What? No, no, I know how to kiss, I've read-" she began to argue
"You're read how to do it?" He chuckled, shaking his head side to side in disbelief.
At his reaction Amy fell silent, blushing with embarrassment at his reply.
"Girl you can't learn that sorta thing from reading, it's all about doing, having the experiences." He said, pulling at her leg.
"No, please, I...I don't want to, I don't want to do this anymore." She whimpered.
"Yeah?" he asked gently, relaxing his grip on her thigh slightly.
"Please..." She said again, her lip quivering, "I...I'm a detective, please, I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't be here, not...not like this." She said in a quiet voice.
Luke blew out a loud breath as he rolled his head back and looked away.
"Fine." He said eventually.
Amy blinked slowly and turned her head to the side as she stared at him.
"Fine?" She asked slowly.
"Yeah, fine, you can go." He said.
"And...and you'll delete the photos?" She asked.
"Sure," he said quickly.
Amy pulled away, putting distance between them as she sat facing him, "You...you would?" she asked.
Despite her want for that to happen, her gut twisted at his compliance, something niggling at her knowing it was too good to be true.
"Sure." He said picking his phone back up.
"Oh...okay then..." She said sliding off the couch, feeling good about her choice as she stood up.
She was halfway to the armchair to reclaim her clothes when his voice filled her ears and sunk her heart.
"Just let me send them to your boss as evidence of how good you were with me and I'll delete them." He said.
She froze, aware her body was on full display as she grit her teeth and then turned around to face him and glared at the smirk visible on his face.
"Stop messing with me." She said in a hoarse voice as she pointed at him.
"Messing with you? Girl you wanna take a look in the mirror, and realise who is actually messing around, you know you haven't got any say in this, you want my growing collection of how hot you actually look to stay between us then get your ass back here and behave." He said, his voice a low growl.
Amy flinched and frowned, her face crumbling into a pained expression as she felt her resistance turn into rubble. Any energy to stand up against him and push back, to regain a shred of her integrity and dignity, was burst, as she shook and then hung her head before returning to the couch.
"See, isn't it easier when you do as you're told." he said and reached out and pawed at her legs again.
In response Amy only sniffed, determined not to cry this time, before gasping at the feel of his fingers on her body. She turned her head to look at him, her displeasure written all over her face. Yet despite her clear lack of enjoyment, Luke only looked amused, as his lips parted into a grin.
"One day you'll realise just how much you enjoy this, how much you want this, how much you need it." He said as he began to pull at her outside leg.
"You're insane." Amy muttered, resisting his pull as she remained sat next to him.
"We'll see," he said, yanking her towards him.
Despite her unwillingness to be closer to him, she couldn't resist his strength and yelped as she found herself being pulled up and onto his lap, her legs falling into place beside his own as she huffed and glared at him.
"Let go of me, I don't...I don't want this." She whined.
"That so?" he asked, cocking his chin out at her.
"Yes." she hissed.
"Then why are you looking so hot and flushed, baby?" He crooned, his fingers running up and down her back slowly.
"I'm not." She said defensively.
"No?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No." She said firmly.
"So if I reached down and grabbed this..." He said loudly stretching out so that his hands opened wide and squeezed her cheeks pulling them apart.
"Ahhhhh! No! What are you...don't touch me there..." She whined with eyes wide open in shock.
"Oh that's a nice voice, that's what I'm talking about baby..." Luke said as he began to play with her bum, shaking her cheeks and pulling them open.
"No...no...stop...stop...this...I...I...oh god stop...it's wrong...it's wrong...I don't like this..." Amy whined, closing her eyes.
"Please," he snorted, "if that were true then you wouldn't be whining and moaning while I bounce this fat ass."
"Urgh...don't...talk...like...that." She whined, placing her hands on his chest to try and push away.
"No? You don't like it? Don't like being complimented?" he asked, stretching her cheeks open and pressing his fingers against her crotch.
"Ahhhh!" She cried out arching her back, her face full of shock at the touch.
"Ha! Look at you, acting like you've never done this before." he said, now squeezing her cheeks apart repeatedly while groping at the lace between her legs.
"Stop...stop...stop...please...please...stop..." She whined.
"You want me to stop, then kiss me like you mean it." He said firmly.
His hands came to a stop, now resting on her ass cheeks, squeezing them firmly as he looked up at her, waiting, watching. She felt her chest heave with every large gulp of air she took, yet no matter how much oxygen she refilled her body with, she couldn't bring it back under control. Despair clawed at her heart as she stared down at the man who had caught her in a web, now able to control her so easily with the threat of exposure as she sucked her lips in and then brought them back down to his, crashing into him hard.
"Hmm." she heard him moan as she closed her eyes, willing herself to pretend it was someone else, anyone else.
Their lips were awkwardly pressed together for a moment until she tried to deepen the kiss, her lips moving slightly while still remaining shut, her hands moving to slide off of his chest. She sat on his lap, her arms squashed between their bodies, her face scrunched up tight, her mind one giant alarm bell sounding a warning. She felt one of his hands creep up her back and grab at her neck and pull her back.
"Girl if you call this trying I gotta say I'm not feeling it, at all." he said.
At his words Amy frowned, unable to understand why that part of her that always sought approval was now flaring up.
No, not him, not this no Amy, please, not this. She thought to herself, terrified of the idea that part of her wanted to prove him wrong and seek his approval.
"You want this to end then you need to start realising what it means to be my woman, more than just dressing to impress." He said, his fingers snaking up into her hair.
"I don't dress like this." She whined.
"You do when you're here." He said pulling her head down so their noses bumped together.
"Stop thinking like a cop and start acting like a slut." he crooned, his tongue darting out to trail along her lips.
At his words she gasped loudly and looked at him with visible disgust, "I am not a slut." She said strongly.
At her words a loud slap rang out along with a cry of pain as she felt him slap her ass, the spank causing her to jolt forward against him. Heat stung her cheek and she blushed with embarrassment at the action and scowled at him.
"You wanna try that again?" he said cruelly, "in here you're my woman, and if I say my woman is a slut, then she's a slut."
With that he spanked her again, her cheek jiggling as she bit her lip to try and suppress her reaction, yet a muffled moan still leaked out as she blinked away tears. Her arms moved up, and pressed against his chest as she dug her fingers into his shoulders to try and stay stable as another spank landed and her body jolted again.
"No...please...stop...stop...it hurts...it hurts..." she whimpered.
"I'll stop when you answer correctly, cop or slut, what is my woman gonna be?" he asked and then resumed spanking her.
Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, stabbing the thin pink line as pain spread out through her body as he continued. Spank after spanking sounded out loudly in the room and in her mind as he moved from cheek to cheek, slapping her hard and fast until at last her teeth loosened their grip and a shout of pain left her.
"Slut! Slut! I'm your slut!" She wailed, tears filling her eyes from the mix of pain and shame he was making her feel.
"Yeah?" He asked, his voice deep as his hand hovered over her.
"Yes..." She sniffed, closing her eyes as she gave in.
"Let's try again then, make sure we mean our words, look at me and answer, what is my woman, a cop or a slut?" he asked her, yanking her ponytail hard, forcing her to look up at him.
"A slut...your woman is...a slut." She answered.
With a grin he brought his hand down again and playfully spanked her, causing her to gasp but not cry out in pain.
"See, I knew you could do it, knew you would get the right answer eventually, just took a few attempts, a few tries huh." He said and then pulled on her hair again making her nod up and down.
"Let's move on then, see how well you do with the next question." He said
Amy breathed in and out, her breath shaky as her body shook, her mind beginning to break under the situation, unable to cope with the treatment.
"Who is my woman?" He asked.
"I am." she said in a sad deflated voice.
"Good girl." He said and rubbed her cheeks gently, squeezing them playfully.
"Oohhhh." Amy crooned, hating how her body responded to both the new soft touch and verbal praise.
"My woman like what I dress her in?" He asked, his lips turning up into a smirk.
At this latest question Amy sucked in her lips, preventing her honest answer from slipping past them as she did her best to contain her mix of emotions, simmering under the surface.
"...yes." she whispered eventually.
At her noncommittal answer Luke scowled and suddenly Amy cried out as a loud smack resounded in the air and she whimpered and shook from the unexpected spank,
"Yes! Yes! I like it!" she cried out in a broken voice.
"Good, because I'm expecting you to appreciate what I buy you a whole lot more moving forward, you hear me." he asked.
"Yes." She croaked.
"You like it when I play with your fat latina ass, like it when I spank it?" He asked.
"Yes!" she answered immediately, even if she didn't mean it.
"Ha! Sure you do." he said not pressing the matter.
Amy frowned again, unable to hide her displeasure in the entire ordeal any longer as her lips turned up into a frown and her nose scrunched up, her eyes looking at him with discontent.
"So be a good slut for me and give me that mouth, it's about time I showed you how to greet me." He said.
With that he dragged her head towards his, their lips meeting once more, however this time it was clear to Amy she wasn't leading it. His lips planted firmly against hers as he held her down on top of his lap, his hands squeezing her hips, nails digging into her skin. Amy closed her eyes, not wanting to be visually aware of what was happening as she felt his lips part, forcing hers open too as his tongue slipped out between them. She felt it run slowly from right to left along her bottom lip before sliding out and then into her mouth, finding hers.
"Mmppfff!" She moaned in shock at the difference as she felt the kiss deepen.
His grip on her tightened and shifted and she felt his hands once again return to her ass, however this time he only squeezed her cheeks, clearly intent on making her accept the action and sensation. The kiss continued and despite herself she couldn't deny it was having an effect as her resistance began to weaken and she began to kiss him back fervently, swirling her tongue around with his as their lips parted and the kiss turned sloppy. She felt saliva coat her lips, and then felt his lips suck her tongue and she opened her eyes in surprise.
"Mm-mhh!" He hummed as he opened his and met her gaze and continued the action before pulling away.
She watched as a trail of saliva stretched out between their mouths only to disappear as she gulped in air.
"Now that was better," Luke declared, squeezing her ass hard, "don't you think so, Amy?
"Ye...yes..." She said weakly between breaths.
At her answer both his hands landed on her cheeks again, causing them to jiggle and a soft yelp escaped her lips while her body rocked forward.
"Mm that's it, that's the reaction we want, see, your ass was born for this." Luke said.
"You...you pervert." Amy said weakly, aware of the absence of hostility in her tone.
"It takes one to know one." He countered.
"I...I'm not a pervert." She argued weakly.
"No? Could have fooled me, pretending to be all pretentious and stuck up, begging the first criminal you meet to unlock your inner slut." He said.
"No...that...that's not...not what...what...ahhh...oohhh....stop that..." She whined as she squirmed, unable to concentrate as she felt his hand tug at the thong between her cheeks.
"Admit it, you were hoping I would do this, hoping I would give you an excuse to stop playing cop and let your hair down and have a good time." He said.
"I...I'm not...not...playing..." She said,
"No?" he asked, letting go of the thong, "then why are these rock hard?" he asked pointing at her chest.
She looked down and gawked at the sight of two small bumps in the lace bra, her nipples poking out, desperate for attention.
"I...I...I'm not...not..." She stammered.
"Not what? Not turned on? Not excited? Not desperate for us to continue?" He asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"I..." Amy began unable to fully answer one way or the other, not knowing what it was he wanted to hear.
"Girl you really are easy huh." he said, earning a scowl.
"Why don't you give me that tongue again and start grinding that ass on me and find out how excited I am." He said.
At his words she sighed and did as she was told, closing the distance between them, finding it easier than before as she pressed herself against him fully. It felt odd, how odd it didn't feel this time around. His mouth familiar as the kiss started messy and their tongues met immediately. She felt his hands squeeze her ass and shuffle her position slightly and begin to move her hips forward and back grinding her against him.
"Mmmppffff!" She moaned loudly, opening her eyes at feeling something bump against her crotch underneath his pants.
He broke the kiss and chuckled and pressed her back firmly, pushing her chest against his and continued the kiss, grinding up against her. Her mind raced, aware of what exactly it was pressing against her but she couldn't register the size, unable to believe it was right as she thrust her hips forward and felt his member bump against her crotch.
"Urgh..." She groaned, breaking the kiss and falling into the crook of his neck.
"That's it...that's it...you feel me huh, feel how excited I am to be with you, to be with my woman." he crooned into her ear.
"Urgh...no...no...don't...stop..." She protested weakly.
"Oh baby believe me I don't plan to stop." he chuckled.
"No...no...not...not what...oooh god." She moaned, unable to argue as she felt his hands rise up her torso and squeeze her breasts.
"These mine too?" he asked as she leant away, his fingers curling around the lace bra and squeezing.
"No...no...please..." She whimpered.
"Come on, answer, these titties mine to play with?" he asked
"Oh god don't...don't call them that..." She whimpered.
"No? Don't like it when I talk dirty?" he asked with a grin.
"It's...it's vulgar..." She groaned, closing her eyes.
"Oh you're so funny." He said and let go and then playfully slapped her breasts.
"I thought we went over this, are you a cop or a slut?" he asked.
"I...I..." Amy hesitated and sniffed loudly as she looked him in the eye, "I'm a cop." She answered, her voice breaking.
At her answer his eyes narrowed and a low growl left his lips as he brought both hands down and spanked her hard, causing her back to arch and body to jolt while her mouth fell open in a cry of pain.
"Owwwwww! Owwwwwwww! Noooooo! Nooooooo! Owwwwww! Stawwwwwwp!" She cried out loudly.
Blow after blow rained down on her ass, his hands repeatedly spanking her without remorse until after a final hard spank on both cheeks she wobbled forward, sniffing loudly as he inhaled through his nose.
"What are you, bitch?" He asked bluntly.
"I'm...a slut." She said weakly, closing her eyes as tears broke and ran down her cheeks.
He nodded with a growing smile as his hands found her breasts again and squeezed gently, "damn straight!"
Amy felt her mind spin with confusion, with every question he gave her, she felt herself become more and more trapped in the layers of depravity, bound into submission by his actions, and her own words as she grimaced at feeling his fingers on her body. Heat radiated off of her bum, her cheeks stinging from the multiple blows she had received, her resolve breaking with every forced answer he made her give.
"So if I want to squeeze this dump truck, or play with these tits, call them and you whatever I want," he said looking her in the eyes, "I can, can't I?"
Amy faltered, her words caught in her throat, every cell in her body desperately wanting to say the two letter word she should have said at the very beginning when he requested she become his woman. Yet all that happened was a strange choking sound as her mouth hung open and her eyes grew unfocused.
"I asked you a question." He said sharply, raising his hands up.
"Yessss." She hissed frantically to try and avoid more pain.
"What do you enjoy more, my hands on your ass or your tits?" he asked.
"I...I don't...I don't...I'm not..." Amy answered slowly, struggling to reconcile with what was happening to her.
At her lack of answer he scowled and let go of her body, she let out a sigh only to then gasp in shock as she felt his hand connect with her face, forcing it to turn to the side as a yelp escaped her. Before she could even realise what had happened she felt his other hand pinch her chin and turn her head back to face him.
"Ass or tits." He growled, "which do you enjoy more?" he asked and then before she could answer she gasped again as his hand connected once again with her face.
"Owww." She yelped
She felt him yank her head back again and whimpered as their gaze met.
"My slut like her man playing with her ass or tits?" he asked
"I..." She began weakly.
"Owww." she cried out as he snarled and slapped her again.
Ass or tits, slut?!" He asked again, glaring up at her.
A flurry of light slaps rained down on her face, each producing a loud high pitched cry of pain until an answer left her lips.
"Owww...owww...owww...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ass...ASS! ASS!" she screamed, not caring if anyone heard her.
The slaps stopped as he held her face tightly, her eyes wide and mouth open as she breathed heavily, her hair falling out of place as she sat upon his crotch, feeling his poke against her.
"Yeah? My girl like it when I play with her ass?" he asked
"Yes..." She said quickly, shaking.
He held her gaze as he moved his hands around her neck and then down her back, his fingertips not leaving her skin for a second. She gasped at feeling his fingers return to her bum, snaking out in a wide reach as his palms pressed down against her cheeks.
"Tell me." He said in a quiet voice.
"I like it when you play with...with my ass." She said lamely
"Ask me to play with it then." He said with a smirk, "say "play with my fat dump truck Latina ass." Let me know what you want."
Amy swallowed as she looked at him and then sighed before speaking
"Play with my fat dump truck...ass." She said weakly holding his gaze as her cheeks turned bright pink
"Oh I'm absolutely playing with it baby, your tight ass needs worshipping." He said bouncing her cheeks
"Oh god." Amy whined in shock at his response
"Open that pretty mouth for me baby girl." He crooned
Despite her reservations she did as she was told only to gasp in shock as he spat and she felt his spit land in her mouth. Before she could vocalise her distaste he silenced her with his lips, leading her in another kiss sloppy and wet as their salvia poured out of their mouths
"Yeah that's it, fucking filthy, now don't be shy, show me how much you enjoy this, spit it right back at me." He said and opened his mouth
He sat beneath her, his hands squeezing her ass hard while he stared up at her with his mouth open. The very thought of doing something so vulgar shook Amy to her core yet despite her preference of how to act she sucked in her cheeks and then gathered saliva over her tongue and puckered her lips as she aimed and spat at the man who seemed hellbent on transforming her. She gasped with shock as she saw her spit land on his tongue and felt something stir within her as he swirled it around his mouth and then kissed her.
"Mmppfff..." Amy moaned into the kiss, her tongue finding his as she felt the saliva return to her mouth.
He pulled back and looked at her while his mouth hung open and she hollowed her cheeks out and spat again only for him to imitate her and spit right back
"Ahh!" She gasped, her eyes wide and body shaking in a way she couldn't explain
Lost to the depravity she swirled it around her mouth and then closed the gap between them willingly and kissed him, thrusting herself forward on him slowly. She broke the kiss and watched as a string of saliva bridged their lips together and then opened her mouth and waited. Luke looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and then smiled and spat into her mouth again and raised his head up. Forgetting herself, she knew what he wanted and obeyed, closing her mouth and swallowing
"Mm good girl, see you do know how to act for your man." He crooned, playfully spanking both cheeks.
Amy's new mindset was broken by the loud buzzing sound emanating from the armchair behind her. Her eyes went wide as she froze, her legs squeezed tightly around his as she fell onto his lap and gasped. She felt her breath turn shallow, her body shaking with fear as she looked into Luke's eyes, begging with silent desperation.
"That work?" he asked in a flat tone.
"Yes..." She said weakly.
"Best answer it then huh, wouldn't want anyone getting suspicious." He said.
Amy swallowed, an act that took more effort than normal as she felt a lump form in her throat. She climbed off of him awkwardly and turned away, not even caring he could gaze at her body as she fished her phone out of her pants and saw the caller ID. She took a second to try and compose herself and clear her throat and then answered.
"Hello." She said in a neutral tone.
"Hi Detective, it's officer Philips here." a nasal voice answered.
"Oh hi officer, how can I help?" she asked.
As she focused on listening she gasped as she felt two large hands return to her body and froze. She twisted around to see Luke now kneeling behind her, his hands bouncing her cheeks. Her eyes went wide and she paled, desperate to get him to stop, shaking her head as she pulled the phone away.
"Detective, can you hear me?" Officer Philips asked.
"Ye...yes...sorry...I can, I...I'm just with an informant at the moment." She answered weakly.
Upon continuing the conversation she saw Luke smile out of the corner of her eye and then felt his hand push her on her lower back and she bent over, getting the hint, hating the situation, feeling her heartbeat rapidly at the insanity that she was engaging in.
"I...can still speak, how can I...help?" She asked, blowing out a loud breath.
"Well, Jenkins and the others wanted to report on what they were able to find out from speaking to the workers on the docks this morning and wondered where you are is all." Officer Philips said.
Before she could answer, she felt him lightly spank both of her cheeks again and did her best to hold her voice, muffling her moan with her hand while moving the phone away. She couldn't believe this was happening, this was absolutely not acceptable, if anyone ever found out she would never be able to live it down or explain it. She had to stop it, had to stop him. She couldn't let this continue.
"I...please tell them I'm heading back soon, there...there is just a few more questions I need to ask here." Amy said and then gasped, her mouth falling open in shock as she felt lips press softly against her left cheek.
She turned her head to look back at Luke, grinning happily at her, his hands gripping her ass tight while he then kissed her bum again, holding her gaze the entire time. Amy shook her head frantically only to have a soft slap to her cheeks be a reply before he kissed her again.
"Are you okay Detective?" officer Philips asked.
"Yes...sorry...yes...I...I've just been told something about the case, potentially...big...I...I have to go officer but I'll be back as soon...as soon as I can." Amy huffed.
Her body shook, unable to stay calm or not react to Luke's touch, his fingers squeezing her cheeks while his lips pressed lightly across her bum, decorating both her cheeks with kisses. Yet all Amy could do was blow her breath out in a shaky exhale as she tried to maintain a level voice and not give anything away. The cop side of her brain knew it was wrong, knew it was morally bankrupt to let this happen to her, but a new side couldn't deny how naughty it was as her body began to react.
"Also Captain Holt said the higher ups want an update on how useful this potential informant is." Officer philips continued.
"He...he is...useful, he gave us the tip...about...about the docks...and...and he says he can help us locate Joaquin." Amy said mindlessly, desperate for the phone call to end.
"Okay well I'll leave that update to you, and let Captain Holt know you have news." He said.
"Yes!" Amy said loudly, unable to hide her voice anymore as Luke pressed his lips down onto the lace crotch of her panties.
"Okay, thanks Detective."
"Byeeeee." Amy sang out and then hung up the phone.
With the phone call finished, she dropped the phone onto the cushion of the chair and collapsed onto the arm fully, her energy spent as she shook, no longer able to resist or fight back.
"Wow...check you out, able to stay cool under pressure huh." Luke said from behind her legs.
"Please...don't...don't do that...again." Amy whined.
She pushed herself up onto her hands and then went to stand up only to be met with resistance as a large hand spread out across her lower back again, pushing against her.
"Wha...what are you doing?" She asked looking back over her shoulder.
"Whatever I want." Luke answered and then playfully spanked her cheek, causing it to jiggle.
"It look like I'm finished with you." He said smoothly.
"Please...I...I need to get back, I need to give an update." She whined.
"And you can, soon as I am done giving you an update on how good you can feel." He said, "besides you told them I'll help find him, if thats the case then you better earn that, so bend over, stick this ass in my face." He ordered.
"No...please...please...I...I don't want to, it's...it's embarrassing, it's...not...right." She whined.
"Embarrassing? Please, what's embarrassing about your man loving you right? This body of yours needs appreciating, including this booty I plan to pound." he said.
"Oh god!" Amy gasped at his answer.
"Heh, see that freaks you out, bet you never had this thing played with properly huh." he said.
"Please." Amy whined.
"I like that, go on, beg me again, beg me to play with your slutty cuban ass." He ordered.
"No please." She whined.
"I said beg, bitch." He said bluntly, spanking her hard.
"Owwww." Amy yelped only to grunt as he shoved her back down over the armchair.
She rose up onto her tiptoes, her legs stretched out before him while her bum shook, her back folded over the chair as she blew her hair out of her face and looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Beg." He barked.
"Please...please...play...play with my...with my ass." She whimpered.
"Do better than that girl, I like my women to be filthy, show me your worth my time." He said.
"No...please...it's...I...I don't talk like that, I don't like that, it's...degrading." She whimpered.
"Guess you can have an interesting chat with your captain later then." He said holding up his phone.
"No!" She yelled loudly.
"Then fucking show me how slutty you can be, you stuck up cop." He roared back, slapping her ass hard.
"Urgghhhh!" Amy groaned and then sniffed, "please...use...my fat...ass...play with me...play with my slutty...cop...butt..." She said begrudgingly.
"See...that so bad?" he asked, squeezing her cheeks again.
"Yes." She answered shortly.
"Ha! We'll see..." he said and then reached up and grabbed her arm and then the other one.
"Jiggle these cheeks baby." he crooned guiding her hands down to her bum.
"Show me what I own." he said.
Amy bit her lip, hating the whole interaction, yet at his order, squeezed her cheeks, feeling weird about the action as she pulled them up and then apart and dropped them, aware he was watching, enjoying the show, enjoying her fall from grace.
"Give 'em a spank baby, show me how this cheeks bounce." He ordered.
Amy hung her head in shame as she slapped herself, her hands not as big or as powerful as his as her cheeks wobbled slightly.
"Please..." Amy begged, "no more." She whispered.
"Yeah? Done already?" He asked.
"I...I need to go back." She whimpered.
"Girl we both know you can't go back, not to who you used to be, not to your life before, all it is now is you playing pretend, acting like a cop while secretly being my slut." he said.
"No." She gasped.
"Yes." He said, squeezing her cheeks with his fingers lacing through hers.
"You can put that boring ass outfit back on, flash that badge and go through the motions, but underneath all of that, underneath you're wearing these panties, all soaked because you like being my woman, like being my slut." He said, trailing a single finger firmly down the thin line of material between her cheeks before pressing down on the lace covering her crotch.
"No...I...you're...you're wrong." she argued.
"Am I?" he teased, rubbing her crotch, "feels awful damp to me for someone not enjoying herself."
"I...I..." she began, only to trail off as he added a second finger and began rubbing in a slow circular motion.
"Does it look like there is anyone else here?" He asked
"Wha...what?" She asked, struggling to concentrate, whimpering from his touch.
"Is anyone else here with us?" he asked plainly.
"N...no." She squeaked, terrified of the idea of someone watching.
"Then why are you holding back baby? Come on, let that voice out, let that slut out, I know she's in there, show her to me." He said in a husky voice.
"Oh...oooh...oooh...no...no...I...I can't...can't..." She whimpered, closing her eyes tightly as his fingers resumed rubbing her clit over her panties.
"Guess I have to drag her out then huh." he mused as he grabbed both cheeks once more and squeezed them.
"You ever been eaten out before, baby?" He asked.
"Yes...a...a few times." She said in a quiet voice.
"Uh-huh, guess you'll find out how good it can really be when I'm finished here." He said, stretching his fingers out to grab the thong between her cheeks.
"No...no don't...don't...I...I can't...it's not...it's not..." She whimpered, reaching back to try and stop his hands.
"Bitch the only thing you need to do with these hands is spread this fat ass wide open and show me that police pussy I know is wet for me." He barked, grabbing her hands and placing them firmly on her ass cheeks.
"Oh oooh god...don't...don't call it that." She whined, embarrassed.
"Baby girl we're only getting started, you wait until we're both saying things far filthier than that." He mused, successfully peeling the thong off of her and then down her legs.
"No...I...I don't...I don't talk like that." She argued.
"Yeah?" he asked, dropping the panties to her knees and smirking, "looks like your body does, its begging me to make it filthy." He said, planting a kiss on the inside of her ass cheek.
"ooh...ohhh...no...no...please...Luke...please...don't...don't do this...please...not...not this...not...now." She whimpered, begging.
"Baby girl when I start you're gonna be begging me not to stop." He said and then proceeded to kiss down her ass until his lips reached the crook of her thigh.
"Oh god...oh god...oh god...oh god...no...no...no...oooh god please...no...." Amy whimpered, shaking with confusion as she lay bent over the armchair until she felt his lips press up against her pussy, kissing her deeply between her legs.
At the sensation her words fell away, her mouth falling open and eyes bulging as her shaking ceased and her body relaxed slightly at the sensation. She felt him smirk against her and reach up and grab her ass, his hands interlaced with her own as he dragged her back into his face and continued to kiss her pussy deeply and slowly.
"Oohhhhhhh." Amy moaned, her own reaction shocking her as her grip on the chair loosened and she waited to see what he would do next.
She felt him move his lips, leaving a line of kisses down her pussy until he reached her clit and then began to suck softly, causing pleasure to enter her mind as her body now shook from his ministrations.
"Oh..." She moaned again, not prepared for the sensation.
Despite her earlier resistance she felt herself react, her legs moving slightly further apart and her back arching as she pressed her bum into his face while burying her face down in the cushion of the chair. Strong fingers groped her ass while he continued to kiss her clit slowly, almost as if determined to make her understand he had all the time in the world to do this.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah....ooooh god...ohhh god...I...I...I...mmmmmm." Amy moaned before sealing her lips together tightly to try and suppress her voice.
She whimpered as she felt him press his tongue flat against her clit and then slowly drive it up through her folds, forcing her to reconcile with his claims as she shook at the action and felt her body give in.
"Fuck you taste good baby." He said in a rough voice from behind her.
Amy scrunched her eyes shut, unable to reconcile with the development in their twisted dynamic as her body pulsed and vibrated with pleasure. She knew she shouldn't have allowed this, should have pushed back and made it clear where the line was, but as she felt him move his tongue back down to her clit she realised she had willingly crossed that line the moment she stepped foot in his apartment.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmm!" Amy hummed loudly as she felt his tongue circle her clit.
"My woman like her man loving her? My latina slut enjoying having her pussy worshipped?" He asked.
"Ohhhhh...ohhhhhh...please...please...don't...don't...make me...make me...answer...that." She whimpered.
"Answer the question baby...we both know the answer with how wet you are, how loud you're moaning." he chuckled.
"No...no...I'm not...I'm not...I...I...ahhhhhhh! Oohhhhh!" She began to argue only to break into loud moans as he licked her again with two long flat strokes.
"You wanna try again?" he teased and squeezed her cheeks apart and made her keep the position with her hands.
"Push that ass up to your man and ask me to eat you out baby." he said.
"No...no...oh god I can't...please...it's wrong...it's..." She muttered.
"Only thing wrong is you holding out on a good time, come on, stop riding a high horse and making yourself so miserable. You gotta free pass to let loose and wild, come on, say it, say "eat my pussy baby." see what happens." he said.
Oh god could she? Could she do it? Even if she wanted to resist, which she clearly did, this wasn't right, she knew he would force her one way or the other. Shame burned in her face, red and hot as she refused to look up, and meet his gaze. She had always been taught to be ladylike, to be well mannered, to have a morality of politeness. Yet look where that had gotten her. She felt his lips press softly against the edge of her pussy, and felt her body move as she gave in.
"Please...lick...lick me...please lick me..." She begged.
"Yeah?" He asked, "where?"
With that she huffed and then cried out as she felt his tongue trail down the inside of her right thigh and then swap over and move up her left, always falling away as he reached her clit. She shook with newfound frustration, realising it was a game of wills.
"Oh...oh...please...stop...stop...you...you know...where." She whimpered.
"Tell me...say it...say it." he said.
"Please...lick my...lick my...pus...pussy." She whispered.
"Ha you really are something." he chuckled.
With that he drew a thin line up her leg with his tongue, over the curve her ass and then around and down the other one before heading into the centre, his tongue finding her wet pussy again and slowly lapping at it.
"Oh...oh god...ohhhh ohhhhh oohhhhh god...I...I...oooohhhh god...don't...make me...don't make me like...this." Amy muttered.
At that he spanked her ass again, two soft slaps to her cheeks that made her yelp.
The message was clear, stop resisting, and Amy rose her head up and rested it against her shoulder as she felt his tongue explore her pussy. Despite her earlier desire to shut everything down, to resist and reestablish a more appropriate professional discord between them she couldn't deny he was having an affect on her. As his tongue circled her clit while his lips sucked in a suction like motion she felt her body shiver and a small gush trickle out of her as her resistance truly crumbled.
"Ohhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh gawwwwwwd. Oh Gawd! Ahhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh." She moaned.
He pulled away and chuckled and before she could stop herself she whined, a pathetic mewling sound that she knew was her own undoing.
"That's better baby...tell me then, does it feel good?" he asked.
She pouted but answered, knowing it would be pointless to deny the truth, "yes, it feels good." she huffed.
"Before you leave here you're having your first orgasm, you understand." He said.
"Oh god." She moaned but didn't argue.
"So to help you out, you tell your captain or whoever your source is making contact with Joaquin, cooperating to help you, you hear me." He said, catching her off guard.
At his change of topic she pushed herself up onto her hands and looked over her shoulder down to him, meeting his gaze with a furrowed brow.
"You hear me?" he asked, squeezing her ass.
"Ye...yes." She said nervously.
"Good, but in return, you better answer the next questions and get them right, you understand." He asked.
At that Amy squeaked but nodded, worried what they would be.
"Who are you?" he asked.
At the question she sighed, aware he wanted her to repeat this confession he seemed obsessed with.
"I am detective Amy Santiago, I'm your woman." she answered easily earning a nod of approval.
"And is my woman a cop or a slut?" He asked.
Amy faltered at the second question, feeling part of her heart break of as she held his gaze and answered with the answer she knew he wanted.
"She's a slut."
"Good girl, baby...two for two so far." he crooned.
Amy offered a weak strained smile in return and then let out a shaky breath as she prepared for the third question.
"Who owns this ass?" He asked crudely.
"I...you...you do." she said awkwardly.
"Damn straight! Now, you gonna get over yourself and let that slut out?"
Amy blanched at the question, not wanting to answer, not wanting to engage, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but knew she had no choice as she nodded weakly.
"Yes." She said, her voice hoarse.
"Raise that ass up and tell me then, I wanna hear you, wanna hear you let my slut out." he said.
"Oh god please." She whimpered.
"Tell me what I'm about to eat baby, tell me where you want my tongue."
"On...on my pussy..." Amy said, closing her eyes.
"Hey! Open up, look at me!" he ordered sharply, staring down at her as she did so.
"Tell me where my tongues going baby." he said as he placed two fingers on her clit and began to rub slowly.
"Ahhh...ahhhh...ooooh...ohhhh god...it...it's going in my pussy." Amy said, shocked at her own reply.
"Where is my tongue going baby?" he asked again, the pressure of his fingers making her twitch.
"My pussy...it's going in...ah....ahh..." Amy moaned.
"Where is my tongue going baby?" he whispered, sliding two fingres inside her with his other hand.
"Oohhhhhh god!" Amy gasped, her eyes bulging and legs shaking from the act.
"Where baby?" He asked again.
"My pussy...my pussy...inside...my...pussy." She said back, unable to look away from him.
"I own this pussy?" He asked her.
"Yes..." She whispered, locked in, staring into his eyes.
"Say it." He ordered in a husky voice.
"You...you own this pussy." She whispered.
"You gonna give it to me baby? Gonna let me worship this police pussy?" He asked.
"Yes...yes...ohhh ohhhhh god yes..." she whispered, the pleasure from his fingers too much to resist anymore.
"Ask me to do it baby..." he said, as she moaned deeply, feeling his fingers curl inside of her.
"Worship this police pussy baby...worship it..." she begged.
"Now we're talking huh...letting that naughty slut out." he teased.
"Oh god." she moaned, unable to believe this was happening.
"Gonna cum for me baby? This slutty cop pussy gonna cum for me?" he asked.
"Ooohhh god yessssss." She moaned, unable to stop herself pushing back against his fingers, her ass shaking as she lay there, twitching and gasping for air.
"Oh yeah you're my woman." he mused as he pulled his fingers away and the sound of her wetness died down.
Amy lay panting for breath, her chest heaving as she frowned at him, confused as to why he stopped.
"Spread those cheeks and tell me baby, tell me you want your man to eat your pussy until you cum." he said in a husky tone.
She gasped and then swallowing her pride arched her back once more and pushed her bum out to him, reaching behind to grab her cheeks and spread them open as she dropped her head down.
"Please...please...do it...eat me...eat my...eat my slutty pussy...eat my slutty police pussy until...I...I cum." She said.
No answer came, and for a brief second she was worried it had all been a cruel game and trick until a gasp of pleasure left her lips at feeling his tongue lap up her wetness and circle her clit before trailing up.
"Oh god...oh god...ohhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh." Amy moaned deeply, no longer resisting as she pushed her ass back into his face.
Fingers found her clit again and began to rub while his tongue offered long slow strokes, building up the pleasure in her until she felt a shiver of pleasure and her voice broke as she felt him slip inside her, forcing her to moan deeply.
"Oohhhhhh god....ooohhhhh gawwwwwd yesssssss!" She moaned.
She felt him smile against her pussy, his face buried between her legs as he soon began thrusting in and out, pumping his tongue as deep inside of her as he could go while her moans continued to fill the room and her mind, her shame now buried under her pleasure.
"Yes...yes...yes...yes...yesssssss...ooohhhh god....yesssssssssshhhhh!" She moaned.
She felt him slide out and then kiss her pussy deeply, sloppily making out with her pussy as she cooed and moaned and then gasped as she felt his fingers slip back inside of her and begin to pump, working up a steady pace.
"My slut enjoying this?" he asked loudly.
"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh yessssss yesssssssssh!" She answered quickly.
"My slut love her man worshiping her?"
"Yessssssss!"
"Who owns this pussy now?"
"You! YOU!" she cried, shaking with pleasure.
"Say it slut." He ordered, spanking her ass.
"Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! You own...this...pussy...you...oohhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh." She moaned.
"You gonna cum, babe? Gonna cum on my fingers?" he asked.
"Uhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhh yesssss yesssss close...close...so...close..." She whimpered, raising her head up.
"Tell me what you are baby." he crooned.
"Slut...I'm...your...slut...slut...ooohhh god...I'm your slut...baby..." she answered, lost to her lust.
"This slutty pussy need to cum?" He asked.
"Yes...yes....oh god! Oh god oh god!" she moaned, her voice hoarse and broken.
"Shove that fat ass up bitch, fucking grind it on my face as I lick your clit." He said.
With that she moaned again, the depravity of the whole situation all building to a crescendo, the dirty talk, the fingers deep inside of her, the debauchery of her position as she let a criminal treat her like this all combining and breaking her as pleasure began to boil over.
"Yesss...yesssss...oooohhhh god...don't...don't...stop...don't...stop...ohhh god please...please...lick me...lick me...lick my slutty...pussy...slutty...police...pussy" She moaned.
"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh I...I...I'm gonna...gonna...ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhhhh" her voice broke and a high pitch squeal left her as a shiver shook her whole body.
She fell silent as a wordless scream of pleasure left her body, her eyes bulging before rolling back, her legs spasming around him as she felt her pussy gush and contract, a lewd squelching sound filling the air. As her orgasm crashed through her she felt him continue, not easing up as his tongue flicked her clit and his fingers curled deep inside and held her there steady until she slowly came down from her sexual high.
"Ha....ha....ha...haaa haaa...oohhhhhhh oohhhhhhh haaaa haaaaaa haaaaa ooohhhh god." Amy breathed, loud and laboured, her body and mind both tired from the pleasure she had received.
She felt him pull away and out of her and then in the foggy recess of her mind realised he was now stood behind her. She blinked wearily and turned to see him towering over her, face shiny with the evidence of her orgasm and phone in hand, facing her.
"Oh...oh god..." She whined, as she blinked again and realised what she had allowed to happen.
"Go do what you need to do baby, but I expect you back here later tonight to return the favour, you hear me." he said.
"I...I...I understand..." she whispered, aware there was no going back now.
"Good girl." he said, lightly squeezing her ass.
"Tha...thank you..." she said, blinking wearily as she looked up at him.
"Heh, oh yeah, you're my woman." he said, gently caressing her thigh.
At his reply, Amy felt her heart sink, knowing that something had changed within her, something she could no longer put back as she cooed at his touch and didn't shy away.
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"interracial love",
"spanking",
"oral",
"corruption"
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Upstairs Downstairs
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https://www.literotica.com/s/upstairs-downstairs-3
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Gay Male
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This is a work of fiction.
Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead is purely coincidental.
******
A long time ago, like the early to mid-seventies,
people of a mind could be more adventurous. The biggest problem with unprotected sex was an array of STI that could be treated fairly easily. The scourge of HIV/AIDS was just around the corner.
We had been living together for the last two years of college and married for two more. Out of college and settling into the world of a real job and the routine of domestic life. We did the conventional thing and got married.
While living together our separate past sexual histories were explored. In depth. Living together in college soon resulted in parties that lasted from Thursday evening to Sunday night. Robin became fascinated by my years of bi-sexual encounters. Ditto for her exhibitionist tendencies and multi-partner exploits.
Neither of us realized immediately that swapping tales of previous sexual endeavors was a massive turn on. Rather than being a source of jealousy or embarrassment or shame, the resulting sex was always hotter. I was going to use the word "escapades" but some of the sexual encounters were embarrassing, awkward or just turned out poorly. Nonetheless, we told the good the bad and the ugly; learning something about each other along the way.
My wife was hooked on Penthouse Letters and frequently read them out loud to me. In college, she would read these letters aloud to a gathering of 18 or 20 women in the student lounge. It was quite a sight.
Robin, to say the least, was adventurous when it came to sex. To be real, it's what brought us together. But those stories are for another time. Did she know my history of enjoying the company of other men? I told her everything. Everything. Did I know she enjoyed the company of other women? Of course. I had opportunity to watch and participate a time or three. Was I jealous? Did I think I might lose her to one of her sexual partners? Yes. I'd thought of that. But I also knew if I refused to allow her explorations it would stifle our relationship. She would resent me and it would end badly. So, I embraced her adventurous activities and reignited a few of my own.
We lived in a garden apartment complex in the suburbs near New Hope, Pennsylvania. Our jobs were less than thirty minutes away and our evenings relatively uncomplicated. Neither of us had yet risen to positions of responsibility that required late nights in the office or paper work to bring home.
Now with some spending money we did not have in college, we splurged each week on a dinner out and frequented a couple of bars in the area with a dance floor and good music. We even got daring and hit a real dance club or a stage show in the city three or four times a year.
The apartment complex was a sociable place. Management threw a barbeque pool party every Friday in the summer. We had several other young couples to hang out with. We went to dinner or drank by the pool. Occasionally, well, more than occasionally, the guys would swap admiring looks at each other's wives. Even talked about our sex lives when the women were in the pool. Where, we learned later, they talked about their sex lives as well. And of course I was also looking over the guys. I kept hoping a couple gay guys would be in the complex, other than Sean. If they were, I never found them. So, I settled for checking out the single guys and the young husbands. Some wore nice tight swim suits of the era and I appreciated the outline of their package. The wet fabric clung to their fresh ass. It was an era of free love (or freer love) and sexual awakening in society.
Our downstairs neighbor, Sean, was gay, and a player. He had a steady parade of hook ups each weekend. Rarely did we see the same person twice. This was an era when many homosexuals either stayed in the closet, struggled with their sexuality or navigated the sometimes obtuse gay social scene. Sean was a couple years older than us, but also in the stage of life adjusting to the real obligations of a 9 to 5 job. He had a Master's Degree and worked as a research physicist in a nearby corporate park. Smart as a whip, five foot six, sandy blonde hair, an athletic body, blue eyes and easy-going demeanor and totally comfortable being himself around us. He confessed to being bi-lingual. Normally he had a pleasant conversational voice with a hint of a Boston accent. When he relaxed, his speech pattern was not stereotypical, but just slightly effeminate. He allowed that it was sometimes exhausting to keep in character at work.
More than once, we lay in bed listening to the sex going on below us. Sometimes we engaged in a little game of describing in detail exactly what was going on. Sean went to school on a gymnastics scholarship so that added to the imagination. Through the floor we could hear the muffled but distinct phrases of things like, "fuck me harder you little bitch." And "eat the cum you slut cocksucker."
Sometimes we coordinated with the sounds below. The sex was very hot.
Over the Summer, Sean would invite us to dinner occasionally and we reciprocated. His plus one was always gorgeous. His friends and lovers were genuinely surprised that A) Sean would accept a dinner invite with a straight couple and B) The hetero couple appeared unaffected that the couple across from them were male lovers. Little did they know.
At one gathering, Sean leaned over to kiss his date and the guy recoiled. He was embarrassed that Sean would make an overt display in front of us. Different time.
We became very friendly with Sean. Occasionally he marveled that we were so accepting that he was gay and his player life style.
One Monday afternoon Sean was up for after work drinks and broached the topic of evening noises.
"You guys were home Saturday night weren't you." It was a statement. Not a question.
We continued making a second round of drinks and just nodded.
"Look, I'm really sorry if the, ahem, 'festivities' Saturday night got a little loud."
We exchanged glances. "Not at all," we responded in unison. Then laughed.
I handed Sean his drink, locked eyes with him, "We enjoyed it very much."
Sean took the drink, dropped is head, "Geez. I'm sorry."
Nervous laughter again. "Don't be Sean. We were right there following along. It was very erotic!"
That evening was the turning point in our upstairs, downstairs relationship.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Over the next few months, dinner or after work
drink sessions the talk turned to sex. The first couple of times it was one of us making a poor attempt at a play on words or double meaning of something someone said. He shared something of his sexual journey. Even something about his preferences in men and sex. We shared a little at a time. Mostly Robin opened up about her experiences and urges. I contributed as well, but not in as much detail.
Robin and I marveled that we were so willing to share with our neighbor so many details about our sex life. Then probably made enough noise Sean could follow along downstairs.
When we had parties, we invited him and his current playmate to join.
When he had parties, it was a different story. He invited us to the first party in an awkward way of apologizing for the expected noise. A few days before the weekend he came up stairs and made a personal explanation by way of an invitation.
"I have no idea how many people will show up. It could be between eight or twenty. They'll be music playing, people dancing, smoking, drinks and food. So, if you would like to join, come on down."
We were more than game. Being around gay folks was no big deal for either of us. Having been involved with theater for years, which seems a safe haven for the gay community, being around gay, trans and queer people was never an issue. Robin had several gay girlfriends. One of them slept on our couch for a couple months and the two of them occasionally relieved their tensions. A few times I was invited into the fun. If not, I was later treated to a move by move description of the evening (or afternoon's) activities. Robin was an English major and had a marvelous descriptive ability.
The reverse happened when one of our theater major friends got ejected from his off-campus house and slept on our couch for a few weeks. He was five nine with dark hair. He had a swim team scholarship and the body to go with it. He left the bathroom door open one day. I saw him step out of the shower. Wet, naked, smooth and, oh, that body. He just stood there, towel behind his back. His cock half erect. I took a step toward him and his smile said everything. I was very comfortable kneeling on the bathroom carpet taking him in. Next night we gave in to our mutual attraction after diner and drinks; much to the fascination of Robin.
Robin knew of my exploits at the first school before transferring to the university in Pennsylvania where we met. Frequently she would encourage me to open up with more and more detail. But this night was the first time she would witness me taking a cock in my ass or give a blow job. She was riveted. She sat on a plush chair fingering herself watching the action. She couldn't take it any longer and while he slid his perfect cock in and out of my ass missionary style Robin kneeled on the bed and serviced my dick. When I came in her mouth, he exploded in my ass. Cum dripping from the sides of her mouth she rose and kissed him full on, forcing my cum into him. It was the hottest thing I had seen up to then.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Sean's parties were fun events.
Some folks came as couples and typically an equal number arrived as singles. At one of Sean's parties there were several women friends mixed in. During one party, Robin became the point of interest for a very attractive woman dressed in a light weight, loose fitting black satin blouse with a neck line down to Venezuela. Meanwhile yet another of the partiers took an interest in me. More than just the general chit chat over drinks and food.
Where were these guys in high school when I needed them? The story of discovering I'm comfortable and attracted to both sexes is for another time.
Back in those days I was too easily flattered by the overtures from another guy. But I was married and really had no interest in an affair. I was still very much bi but in a marriage. Albeit it a marriage with certain flexibility. Robin and I talked openly about the value of "recreational sex." It had to be discussed and there were some ground rules. One of which was, "no spur of the moment hook ups." The term 'hotwife' was yet to be invented.
I thought about that as Robin followed the Venezuelan neck line to the bed room.
"If I'm not back in thirty, send a search party," she grinned, drink in hand.
A moment later I felt a warm hand on my back then a muscular arm wrapped around my waist. It was Sean. I loved the way he touched me from the start. The way he greeted me with a hug that was warm, inviting and lingered. When he wanted to be, he was smoldering.
"You OK?' he asked nodding to the closing bedroom door.
"Yea, I'm good," I began, "you know how open we are. Just that we agreed to no on the spot hook ups. We need to involve the other."
"Involve the other? Like always a threesome or swapping?" he asked. His head tilted to one side in curiosity.
"No, no," I sort of stammered at that. "We need to talk over who the other is and what the limits are - if any."
"Oh, so you're good with this?" Sean smiled sheepishly, slipped his hand in mine and said, "Then we can use the room next?"
This good-natured flirtation was beginning to be part of our friendship. Over the months getting to know each other we became more comfortable sharing our views on sex. He knew a bit of our individual histories and he shared his journey of sexual awakening and preferences. Sean learned I was open to a lot of things.
I smiled, slid my hand down to his very tight ass and gave it a firm squeeze. In that moment he was accosted by a new arrival. He threw his arms around Sean and positively gushed over him.
"Sean, you beast, it's been soooo long, you look fabulous!" In theater his actions might be referred to as being "too big."
Sean winked at me and went to the kitchen to fix the new comer with a drink.
I took a stroll out to the covered deck, nodded to a couple of folks then circled back to the kitchen for another vodka tonic. All the time wondering how Robin was doing.
A pair of familiar hands arms wrapped around my waist. A hand slid down and ventured into my crotch and firmly gripped my cock.
"How about a blow job big boy?" It was Robin. "Hey, this is Chris." She introduced me to Ms Venezuela.
Chris kissed me lightly on both cheeks as they do in France and Italy.
"Do I need to freshen anyone's drinks?" was me trying to be casual.
"Absolutely," replied Chris. "I really enjoyed getting to know your wife better."
There was a wicked look between them and back to me. Both winked at me at the same time. I was getting a hard on.
*.*.*.*.*.*
After the party that night, true to our agreements,
Robin lay on the bed and, between sucking my nipples and riding cowgirl, gave me a detailed and highly graphic description of what transpired with Chris in Sean's bedroom. They were only gone about twenty minutes but managed to pack in a lot of adventurous fun. We really enjoy swapping our recreational sex stories.
"Well, while you were off exploring new ground, Sean was flirting with me again and suggested that he and I could use the bedroom when you two were done. I also got hit on by one of his friends."
"You're so sexy. No wonder you get hit on," Robin smiled, nibbled on my ear and gently stroked my dick. "So, have you ever been tempted by Sean's flirtations? It's been a while since you have gone that route."
"I appreciate your concern for my extracurricular sex life. The short answer is 'of course.' But I thought it might get awkward with a neighbor."
"Bullshit. That's a flimsy excuse. You want him to fuck you and you know it. Please, just look at the athletic body. Hell, I want to fuck him."
"Shall I start to make that happen?" I asked with a huge grin.
*.*.*.*.*.*
The following week Sean dropped by after work.
We heard his routine knock, announce his arrival and climb the stairs to the apartment.
"We were just making drinks, you want?" offered Robin.
Sean wore a window pane dress shirt with his tie pulled down and well-tailored dress pants that showed off his waist line and hugged his ass.
"Sure, vodka and whatever."
We sat in the living room and talked about work. Robin stepped out from the kitchen island with the drinks. She handed one to Sean then perched on the edge of a stool by the island.
"Look," he said directly to Robin, "I want to borrow your husband for an evening."
Robin perked up in her seat. Unconsciously she placed her right hand on the opening of her business blouse, slid down and opened another button. "Well, this is going better than I expected."
Sean made a quizzical look at her then me.
"No, no, go on Sean," she said. "What do you need?"
"You can say 'no' to this if it's too weird, but I need a 'front' for Friday night. That's a male or female companion to cover me fr...."
"Yea, I'm familiar with the role," I interrupted. "Where we going... if Robin says it's OK?"
"There's a club in New Hope I frequent. I need to go to check someone out but I don't want to seem available, if you get my drift."
I went to open my mouth with a question but Robin got in first. "Of course he can go. He'll have a great time. Both of you will have a great time. All those beautiful bodies close together. I want full details when you get home. When's the 'date?' "
Both Sean and I looked at her a bit in awe. "Well, you're enthusiastic," he offered, "but I really need HIM to answer."
I took a long pull on my drink. Truth be told I was eager to go along, but wanted some limits.
"Sure, I'm game. A couple things though. No fast dances. I look like an idiot. The other is: you have to pick out my clothes. I really don't want to look like a vice cop."
Sean laughed and grinned. "Deal, I'm sure you have something that isn't too alluring. A lot of guys come straight from work, so office clothes work. And dancing? Really, you would be OK with a couple slow dances? With me?" There was an awkward finish to the question.
"Oh sure," I smirked. "I'll probably get a raging hard on though. So be warned."
It was Sean's turn to take a long pull on his drink. He looked at Robin, "How long have you known him?"
*.*.*.*.*.*
Friday arrived. Sean had approved a crisp, tight plaid,
oxford cloth button down shirt with no tie and two open buttons. Sean actually watched me try on several slacks. He enjoyed himself and I enjoyed watching his face and the sex filled banter that went with it. He picked a pair of basic black pants that were a bit too tight in the ass to be comfortable. He said they would 'make a better impression.' A phrase loaded with misinterpretation.
We traveled to the club in his late model Audi convertible and chatted along the way, more like we were headed to cruise for girls than a gay date. Of course he looked great. He was dressed like the best model Gentlemen's Quarterly could find. His disco shirt opened to the fourth button. A smooth and well-defined chest was evident. When he picked me up at the door, he kissed me full on the lips. I noticed a trace of eye liner and something to bring out his lips. Robin was right behind me.
"That was beautiful. Can I see that again?" she mocked us. As we walked to the car she called, "OK boys, you two have a great time. I'm going to find new batteries for my vibrator."
Sometimes she didn't care if the neighbors heard.
The club was loud and dark. And, like a Tardis, felt bigger on the inside than the outside. Sean knew everyone. A steady parade of people greeting him. Some with hugs and kisses. Most of the hugs were probably illegal in some states. He made a show of introducing me. One of them asked if he could "borrow" me for a few hours. It was flattering, but he wasn't my type.
It really was a fun evening. We sat at a round table booth with four of his friends. Conversation ranged from the stock market to edible lubricants. Our first dance was eighth grade awkward. Neither of us wanted to lead. He was a fabulous dancer. His parents made him take classes starting in fifth grade including ballroom. I yielded to him and tried to keep up.
The drinks were way better than expected. I actually knew this bar from my college days. Some of my theater department friends and I would gather here occasionally. Or the other gay club in town. The drinks were watered there. I kept scanning the room in case any of them still frequented the place.
Sean danced with a couple of guys leaving me to fend for myself. I was a new face and fresh meat. So, the "front" worked both ways. One of the guys was very forward, as was sometimes the practice back in the day. One guy in particular. Dark hair, nice build, beard, slid into the booth, ran his arm around my shoulders while the other hand went directly for my crotch and firmly cupped my dick and balls is his ample sized hand. I was aroused right away. We chatted and kissed some until Sean returned and gave me a mock lecture on being a shameless slut.
I gave it right back with a sweet smile, "Ohooo, that's what you love about me Nancy."
Long about 2 AM Sean made motions to leave. For a small guy he held his booze pretty well. I wasn't driving so I must have had two or three more drinks than him.
On the way home he put the top down. We talked about the evening and he gave me tea on who he was looking for and why. During his explanation, he slid his right hand up my thigh and massaged my leg. It was sensual in a way I had not felt in a while. I got hard and wanted more.
"You're OK with this?" he asked.
"By all means." His hand moved to my cock now straining against the fabric.
It wasn't aggressive. It was gentle and soothing. I closed my eyes, felt his hand and let the wind carry me away.
When we pulled into his parking spot, he hit the button the raise the convertible roof, turned and easily pulled down my zipper. It was so easy to let go. His mouth was warm and firm on the head of my dick, his tongue lapped the precum that had been oozed out for the last several hours. My hand reached for his crotch and he accommodated me by quickly unzipping and pulled out his cock.
My hand stroked his dick and matched his sucking. I was getting ready to come when he stopped, leaned back and closed his eyes. I continued to stroke his amazing dick. At about eight inches and beautifully proportioned, I made long, slow strokes, sometimes pausing to rub his precum into the crown. One hand gripped my shoulder and the other held the back of my head.
He pulled me down. With no hesitation I opened my mouth and let myself envelop him completely. I took in the entire eight inches. I could feel it enter my throat. He held me still for a moment, when I was released, I let my tongue wrap around the underside of his shaft. I could feel it pulse. He arched his back and came in a long rush. It filed my mouth so fast I could barely swallow. Some cum leaked out over my lips. His hips rose and throbbed and continued an intense orgasm.
We pulled apart and he gently licked the leaking cum from my lips and cheeks. We said nothing and fell back in our seats. Slumped down I could see up to my bedroom window. The light was still on.
"So do you need to come clean with Robin about this?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say. I could barely breathe. It had been what? - three years since my last encounter like this.
Sean continued, "You know? The rule? No on the spot hook ups? Talk about it first? Rules?"
Part of me didn't care at that moment. Part of me couldn't wait to tell Robin what we had done. Robin was waiting at the top of the stairs in a very nice, short, satin and lace night gown.
As I got to the top of the stairs, I gave her a sheepish grin.
"Remember how you said for us to have a good time?"
*.*.*.*.*.*
The next morning Robin asked for a full report
on the previous evening. She wanted to know everything about the night club, the people, dancing, who hit on who, everything. She hung on every word and asked pointed questions about the evening. She was genuinely excited to hear and visualize every detail.
"Didn't I tell you all this last night?" I asked over breakfast.
"I want to hear again. It's making me wet just thinking about you in that situation."
She asked all sorts of questions. And when it got around to the arrival home in the parking lot, she slip her hand under her robe, lifted a leg on to the chair and began rubbing her fingers up and down her pussy.
"When was the last time you swallowed?"
"Swallowed or gave a BJ?"
"Oh God, a technicality. Either, both."
"Three years ago, for swallowing and two for the BJ."
"Three years ago? Two years? Shit, we were living together! Who would that be?"
I reminded her about a party in our apartment with a number of our college theater friends. There was a moment with too much wine and smoke when someone decided the group should have an orgy and adjourned to the bed room. There were about eight people involved. It never evolved into a full-blown, swap everybody, fuck fest but there was plenty of other activity. I had to remind Robin that she lay on the blanket chest at the foot of the bed and had three guys in a row fuck her. Then one of the girls licked her clean. It was quite a sight. Meanwhile a friend of ours challenged me to a blow job. Not like a contest but a dare. The memory of the night had few moments of clarity. But in this case, I think he wasn't sure what a bisexual was and wanted a demonstration. I remember he had a very nice looking cock.
Robin had that intense look in her eyes. She now had three fingers buried in her pussy.
"Come here and finish me," she was gasping.
"Like last night?"
"No. On your knees," She spread her legs.
The result was a thundering climax. Once that subsided, I got up, pulled her robe around her and asked, "So, you want another cup of coffee?"
"You bastard," she threatened to throw the coffee cup at me. We laughed.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Several weeks went by. We had a small party
and Sean came with a "friend." A couple of our gay and lesbian friends came so it was a mixed group. People were congenial and it was a great evening. Sean had a party later that month, mostly with people from work. He shamelessly flirted with me and Robin, as well as several guests. There was always an undercurrent of sexual tension to his parties. We loved it.
One afternoon we were down stairs on his patio for after work drinks. He fired up the gas grill and started making a small dinner for the three of us. I went to the kitchen to make fresh drinks and he had no problem wrapping his arm around my waist and fondling my crotch. I wanted a repeat of the parking space moment.
"Help me plate things up and take it out," he returned to final food preparation.
The threesome meal was just neighbors enjoying each other's company. Robin had a loose after work blouse on that plainly showed she was braless. Sean's running shorts, in the style of the 70's, were very short and his tee shirt was about a size too small.
"I need to borrow your husband again," Sean said near the end of the meal.
"Oh?" Robin and I responded together.
"It's for the other club in New Hope."
"So, you need cover again to fend off your adoring public," I teased.
I looked over at Robin in time to see her bite her lower lip. "You need to ask Robin first."
"Oh, that will never due, I need you." Sean winked at me but bent over very close to Robin's face and slid his hand down her blouse to fondle her size C breast and whispered in her ear.
"When are you going to take ME on a date?" Robin asked.
Sean withdrew and thought about that for a moment.
Robin continued, "No, its fine. Take him away for the evening. Last time the sex was very hot when he got home." Her famous coy look spread across her face.
"Well, I'm glad I could provide some inspiration for the young lad."
"Or, I could call up Eileen and we could double."
Now there was an interesting proposition. A double "date." Husband and wife with gay partners.
Sean sounded genuinely interest in the idea. "Sure, make the call. I want to go this Friday."
In the ensuing days Robin contacted Eileen and explained the plan. Eileen was intrigued. Robin and Eileen hadn't been intimate for a couple years. She had moved on with a permanent partner. But she had to pass up the offer. This time Robin explained she would be very excited for that kind of adventure later in the month.
So, Friday arrived and Robin gave us the same send off. She hugged us both, squeezed both our asses and said something about her vibrator.
"Only this time when you get back, I want to watch."
We all laughed at that. In the car Sean turned to me, "She's serious you know."
*.*.*.*.*.*
The other big gay club in New Hope was a little different.
A little more blue collar. A little more edgy in both the music and clientele. More leather. More bare ass cheeks. We ordered drinks and stood in a dark corner. There were lots of dark corners and all the tables were full. Both of us got asked to dance. Both of us got propositioned more than once. Unlike the first club, things here were not subtle at all. Less refined would be an understatement. In so many words the come-on was, "Hey there, I'd really like you to ream my ass, let's go to the parking lot."
I was a little overwhelmed. All my previous encounters were in dorm rooms, or apartments or private areas. This was a meat market.
"You're uncomfortable," Sean leaned in over the music and crowd noise.
"No, I'm great," I lied, "Just taking in the scenery. Some of these guys are very hot."
"Oh, which ones? I'll introduce you."
I couldn't tell if he was serious.
"I never asked. Do you have a type? What attracts you?" he persisted.
In spite of the noise, we had a philosophical conversation about physical attraction, personalities and what made us crave the attention of another. I related something an early partner told me. That it wasn't always about the physical attributes. Gender didn't matter. It was the vibe. The aura or energy the person put out that held me. And when it was reciprocated the sex was earth moving.
We finished our second drink and Sean took my hand. "Come on. I saw what I needed to see." We had been there less than ninety minutes.
On the way to the car he briefly explain his interest in seeing how two people he knew, or wanted to know were behaving. Checking them out. One in particular was of great interest. It was his turn to explain what attracted him to another. And a little about his player persona.
"I don't want or need a steady partner," he concluded. "I'm very satisfied with a new hook up every couple weeks. I even have a few 'stops'. I make a call, make a visit and have a fun evening."
"You want to hit the other club?" I asked.
"No, let's go back and have a couple drinks with Robin. I think she felt left out tonight."
On the way back he asked the right questions. I filled him in on the beginnings of my sexual journey. That was hard to explain. By the time I realized I was bi some of my college friends were simply helping relieve each other's tensions. But there wasn't a word in my vocabulary for it at the time. One of the other guys eventually came to terms with being gay. The others never saw our activities as perverted or wrong, yet we kept our activities to ourselves. By then I was deeply immersed in the college theater scene.
Sean really sat up when I progress the story to college. Especially my first year at a moderate liberal arts college in the mid-west. That's where the theater started. I did sound, lighting and set construction. Weekend parties were epic events of drugs, alcohol, loud music and sex. It was at one of those parties in a suite of three rooms with about twenty people that I fell in love with sex - with both men and women. At the same time. Three and four at a time.
Sean actually squirmed in his seat at the description of fucking a girl, taking a dick in my ass and watching her eat another while I sucked the cock of a fourth. The details of cum all over the place elicited a long moan from Sean. This is when I become hooked on eating fresh cum from a nicely fucked pussy.
"Geez, I'm hard as a rock," he pulled my hand over to rub his cock thru his pants.
We arrived back at the apartment and I suggested he come up for a drink.
"No, why don't you let Robin know we are back early and come down for drinks. Maybe smoke some and I'll make munchies," he held the back of my head and his tongue traced the outline of my lips. It was my turn to get hard.
*.*.*.*.*.*
Robin was surprised to see us back so soon
and agreed to join for drinks and smoking. We slowly got stoned and lubricated it with wine. She wore her usual evening cut off, mid drift baring sweat shirt and cut off jean shorts that showed her chiseled legs very well.
"So, the club was a bore?" she inquired at some point.
Robin sat in an easy chair and Sean and I sat on opposite ends of his plush sofa.
"Sean got to see what he wanted. It was sort of a reconnaissance mission for a future hook up," I teased then passed the joint.
"Sounds like stalking," Robin quipped.
Sean beamed. "Oh no. Stalking is a much more involved activity."
"So do I get to watch this time?"
I looked at her quizzically. Not remembering her parting words earlier.
Sean remembered and slid over close to me on the couch. He crossed his legs and leaned on my shoulder.
"What do you say? The stories in the car were getting me hot." His hand slid up my thigh to my crotch. There was no point trying to hide the tent in my chinos.
"Stories?" Robin inquired. "Which stories?"
"Oh, he told me all about his earlier escapades. He was soooo naughty." Sean gushed at me as the weed took full control and planted a sensual kiss on my cheek. He repeated a graphic story of wanton sex.
"That was one of the first tales he told me. I think he was testing to see if I would run away."
Sean stroked my cock thru my pants.
"Oh, this is ridiculous," Robin slurred as she slid off the chair and steadied herself between my legs. She fumbled with my zipper then pulled off my pants and black bikini underwear in one move. Sean had his shirt off in a flash watching Robin intently. I was wrecked and a more than willing recipient of the attention.
Robin looked up at Sean as she wrapped her hand around the base of my rock-hard cock and pointed it at him.
"I've wanted to see someone suck his dick again for a long time," she said as Sean leaned closer. "This is so fucking hot."
Robin stood and shed her shorts revealing soaking wet light blue, high cut panties. I almost came right there.
Sean and Robin looked at each other. Their fingers inter laced around the base of my cock and Sean slowly wrapped his lips over the head. He backed off enough to show Robin he was licking the precum off me. My cock twitched and throbbed.
Robin slid one hand into her panties and begin rubbing herself furiously. With the other she fondled my balls and lightly ran a finger over my asshole.
Sean devoured me top to bottom over and over. I could feel every move of his tongue on my shaft. I was in fucking heaven. Sean wiggled out of his pants never missing a stroke. Once he was free, I slid my hand down his tight abs and began to stroke his cock. Robin sat on the floor stroking her pussy watching every move. A few more strokes and sucks and she climbed up on the couch and spread her legs. She ran her fingers deep in her pussy, brought them out and slid them into my mouth. She always tasted delicious. But this night even more so.
It was almost over. I held Sean's head down and told him I was about to explode. I came in a flood of spasms and emotions. Robin brought herself off at the same time. Sean swallowed hard then took the next stream, held it in his mouth and came up to kiss me, forcing cum into my mouth. Robin instantly joined.
"Fuck you, I want some of that," and she took cum from both of our mouths.
"Here comes more," Sean said. "Keep stroking. I'm about to cum."
I couldn't contain myself. Drunk and stoned and euphoric, I struggled thru the tangle of bodies on the couch and wrapped my mouth deep down on his cock just as he came.
"Look at him," Sean told Robin. "Look how your husband loves to suck me and eat my cum."
"Holy shit. That was fucking great," Robin said between gasps for air. "Holy shit. I can't wait to tell Eileen about this."
We were spent, dehydrated and starved.
Robin and I went back upstairs and all she could talk about was how hot it was to watch me suck a guy's cock again. We ravished each other into the night. Hard fucks, cum, pussy juice, lips, fingers all over.
*.*.*.*.*.*
That night was another milestone of sorts.
Like adding a chapter to the sordid stories she had coaxed out of me over the years. She would bring the evening up at odd times, like breakfast, reliving the excitement the scene caused in her.
In the next month Robin could not contain her horny side and had a couple girl's nights with Eileen and other friends. One evening she didn't come home until the next day. She shared in explicit detail what the four girls did to each other. Much to her satisfaction and her encouragement she watched me stroke to completion listening to her tale of debauchery. She joined me in a mutual masturbation session that ranked very high in our sexual score board.
Sean and I made yet another foray to one of his clubs. This time in Philadelphia. It ranked someplace below a sophisticated disco and above an overheated hook-up bar. Since he drove, I felt no limitations on alcohol consumption. We ended up in the back seat in the parking lot taking turns on a stranger from the club. It was cramped and sweaty and no one cared. On the way home he narrated the evenings events which got me hard and jerked off. As I was about to cum, he pulled off to the side and drank all my cum. We kissed passionately.
*.*.*.*.*.*
The next week at work I was overly distracted.
Robin called my office to describe the wet spot in her panties. She was afraid it would leave a stain on her office chair.
Several weeks after the infamous blow job evening, Sean invited us to dinner. He made, as usual, a fabulous meal well paired with before dinner martinis and good wine during. It was sexy casual. He wore teal green running shorts and a light, linen, blousy swashbuckler shirt. The open neck plunged halfway down his fine torso. His shorts were very short with white piping that were the style back then. It became obvious he wore nothing under them. Great minds: I wore nothing under my running shorts either.
Robin chose a white mini-skirt and one of her halter shirts with tails meant to be tied in the front. She adjusted it for maximum mid-drift and with an inviting view of her breasts. Over my shorts was an untucked denim short-sleeve work shirt. Only two buttons were fastened. When we were getting ready, Robin and I briefly shared the idea that this evening might be highly 'entertaining.'
Dinner progressed and the small talk about work faded into sex talk. First a review of people at work we would like to fuck. Robin and I revealed both men and women we thought would be fun in the sack. Sean concentrated on the men in his work life and a few film stars. There was teasing back and forth on when we would be bold enough to ask some of these people to join us for "dinner" and recreation. We were in an exceptionally good mood.
Sean looked at me, "Be a love and bring in the dessert from the kitchen."
I returned from the kitchen with two dessert plates and set them in front of Sean and Robin. Sean took the opportunity to slide his hand up my leg and gently hold my cock. It had been semi-erect most of the evening in anticipation of something. Robin took a swig of her wine. Her eyes went to my crotch, to his eyes, then to my eyes. Sean's fingers gently rolled my dick around then my balls and my cock responded.
Robin, the glass still to her lips, slid her hand up her leg under her skirt. The move completely revealed she wore no panties. Sean's dining table had a glass top and we were both treated to a view of Robin working her fingers into her pussy.
"Here let me improve the view boys." She moved the placemat and a dish to make the sight through the table complete.
Her fingers slowly manipulating the folds of her pussy and two fingers disappearing into her vagina. Sean's hand on my dick brought me back. I looked down just in time to see him pull it out from under the shorts and take the head in his mouth.
Robin and I both gasped at the same time. Sean looked up and asked, "This what you want to see Robin?"
He turned me toward him. The alignment was perfect. Standing next to Sean at his dining room table, my hard cock was just at the right height. I felt a hand firmly grip my ass cheek. The other softly began sliding up and down my shaft. Lifting the hem of my running shorts, he leaned over and wrapped his tongue around my hard cock.
Robin leaned back in her chair, mesmerized at the sight. She was about to cum. I recognized the signs. Her face flushed and she pulled two fingers out of her pussy. They were coated with glistening juices. Slowly she licked each finger, cleaning her juices, only to slide them back to her waiting pussy lips.
The scene was too much and I was very close. Sean felt me throbbing, slapped my ass and released my dick.
"Not yet bitch." He shifted to a classic, dominant, if not playful, gay voice. He rose and headed for the bed room beckoning us both, complete with a limp wrist put on. "Come my children, its play time."
Sean's bedroom was stark contrasts of white covers, black drapes and blood red pillows. Candles were already burning and placed to give just enough light and shadow to raise the sexual tension in the room.
Sean quickly climbed on the king size four poster. It barely fit in the apartment bedroom. He knelt expectantly as Robin took up a position at the foot of the bed. She made a show of untying her mid-drift halter and letting it hang open revealing the excellent curves between her C size cups. Her mini-skirt rode up above her thighs as she spread her legs to finger herself with one hand and the other to pinched a nipple.
I climbed up from the other side. Sean motioned me over, undid the two buttons on the shirt and pulled it down behind my shoulders. He used the fabric to pull me close and kissed me. Once gently on the lips. He looked at Robin, then slid his hand down and gently rubbed my right nipple. God, it felt so fucking good. I looked at Robin and her broad grin.
"This is fucking great," she finally broke the silence. Sean moved closer and kissed me again, long, with a deep tongue. It was exquisite and I kissed him back. I slid my hand down between his legs fumbling for the edge of his shorts. He did the same to me latching his mouth on my left nipple, sucked on it, then sucking hard. Robin knew what that did to me. I stopped breathing. My head fell back and I was ready to explode.
Simultaneously Sean and I pulled off our shorts. His hairless body was a wet dream. We pressed out naked bodies together. My cock pressed against his smooth, shaved balls.
Sean was a master in the bedroom. He rolled over to Robin, took her hand out of her pussy and offered it to me. I eagerly licked it clean. He was orchestrating the night.
I moved with him as we lay full length on the bed. Hands in constant motion. Robin watching every move. She slid around to the side for a better view.
"Robin," Sean commanded, "Bottom drawer of the night stand. Hand cuffs."
Robin squealed with delight and fumbled around in Sean's toy drawer. She produced a fine looking black and red leather manacle. Without prompting, she grabbed Sean's arm and buckled the manacle to his wrist.
"No, not me. Him!" Sean protested.
Robin was into it. "Silence slave. We add another manacle for each complaint. Maybe leg spreaders! Oh, look babe, silk ropes!" She was gleeful. On each of the four posts was a length of fine black silk rope complete with red tassels. Robin quickly threaded a rope thru the manacle, pulled it up tight stretching his right arm above his head.
Sean was now stretched out attached to the bed. His glorious sexy body was so inviting. For anything I could imagine.
I knelt next to him, Robin on the other side watching. "You wanted to see this again too, right?" he said to Robin. With his free hand he guided my face toward his waiting erection. I didn't need much guidance. His member was beautiful. Perfectly shaped, shaved and dripping. I first licked the tip from under the foreskin ridge cleaning pre-cum. Then I fondled each of his balls while running my tongue down the underside of his cock.
"Your husband is a cock sucking slut."
Robin could barely nod her head. He reached down, found my hand and pushed my fingers toward the heated wetness of her mound. She moaned and moved hard against my hand. I was in fucking heaven. I glanced over at Robin and enjoyed how she squirmed but her eyes never left the scene of my mouth around Sean's gorgeous cock.
I slowed down the stroking with my mouth. I wanted him to last. I wanted it to last. I could feel Robin moving around. Soon there were hands on my ass and hips. She rolled me to the side and wrapped her mouth around my throbbing cock. My head was on fire with desire.
"That's it, my little bitch, suck my dick while your wife sucks yours! It's every cocksucker's dream come true."
I couldn't delay any longer. I wanted to cum and I wanted to drink his cum. I sank my hands into his ass cheeks and probed his tight rose. It was his turn to gasp for air.
Robin leaned back and surveyed our naked bodies, "Oh my God, you two are beautiful." She left my cock to throb on its own.
Sean was hairless from neck to balls, while I had a center line of hair from my chest to just above my cock. I had trimmed my pubic hair back very tight but I didn't yet have the courage to do a razor job on my balls. Yet.
"Finish me." Sean held my head down to his hairless cock. Eight inches of beauty that I retuned to my greedy mouth.
I applied every technique of lips, teeth and tongue I could remember. Either what had been done to me or I had done to others. I rolled his balls in one hand and pinched his nipples with the other.
My lips were like a suction cup at the base of his cock. His crown at the back of my throat. I moved just enough to make eye contact with Robin. She was right there on the bed, inches away, focused on my mouth.
I felt Sean arch his back and groan. "Robin! How do you want to see this?"
"I want to see it spurt. I want to see a white stream land in his mouth! Please do it!" There was a playful excitement to her voice.
I backed away from his cock and stroked it top to bottom a few inches from my eager open mouth.
"Stroke now! Stroke harder!" Sean commanded.
I stroked him trying to aim for my mouth, but when he surged, the first rope went wild. Some hit my mouth but much of it made a patten up one cheek, cross my nose and down to my chin.
"That's so fucking hot!" Robin was euphoric pinching her nipples. "I want some too."
I moved in, seizing his cock to take his second load. He flooded my mouth. It was warm and thick. Before he ended in my mouth as mutual lovers. This time he was aggressive. Fingers dug into my scalp and a series of throbbing quakes in my mouth signaled the arrival of a third load of cum. The rapid thrusting, the taste and the smell overwhelmed me.
I opened my eyes and found my dear wife hypnotized at the action, licking her lips. I needed air and slid back from Sean to take a huge breath.
There was no subtlety. Robin grabbed me by the neck and kissed and licked me. She licked all the cum off my face and dug into my mouth for the last of Sean's cum. It was a mind-blowing kiss. Another man's cum swirled between us. Her hand held my cock very hard. It oozed cum.
Sean lay there with his eyes closed breathing hard. "That was excellent. And watching you two? Wow."
Robin wiggled out of her mini skirt but left the halter top hanging open. Curled up next to Sean, she ran a finger under his deflated cock to get the last of the cum. She smeared it on Sean's nipple and licked it off. Very slowly. She made a sucking sound as his nipple stretched into her mouth.
Her left hand slid down his flat stomach to his cock. She teased his nipples and flipped his cock back and forth. I was captivated by the sight of her wonderful sexy body leaning over a man I had just sucked off. She clearly was enjoying his body as much as I was.
She held his cock upright, turned to me a said, "Make him hard again."
Didn't need to tell me twice. I used my best, sexy technique to coax his cock to life. A little hand stroking. Light nibbles on the balls. Tongue flicking his tip. My cock was still very hard and I had yet to cum. I mean a full blown climax cum. My task here was to awaken the beautiful cock of my downstairs neighbor.
Robin trailed her talented fingers up and down Sean's body. He squirmed and tried to pull away from the one manacle that stretched his body to the top of the bed. I felt a hand under my chin. It was my wife. She lifted me away from his cock, grinned and kissed me so lightly. Then she went down on Sean's cock.
"Oh, hummnnn ah." was all that came out of Sean's mouth.
With Robin now giving Sean another blow job, I shifted to his face. "You having a good time?" I asked.
"This is killing me. We wasted a lot of time not knowing we could do this."
I kissed him with a very sexy, erotic kiss. "My wife is giving you a blow job. Ever have a woman blowjob?"
His head snapped back and he moaned again. I knew that look. "She's very talented, isn't she?"
"This. Fuck. This is too..." He trailed off. There was movement on the bed. I wanted to feel his mouth on my cock. I wanted to cum down his throat so I propped his head on pillows and knelt next to him presenting my cock to his lips. Sliding into his wet mouth felt like a velvet virgin.
Robin had moved into her classic 'on top' position. She straddled her quarry. One knee on the bed. The other leg bent, foot next to his hip. She looked straight at him, his cock in her hand. She lowered herself on to him just enough so his hard crown could brush into her extended clit.
We exchanged looks. "Does he feel good?"
She nodded. "I'm going to cum from this."
She stroked his cock up and down her pussy lips. I loved watching another man's cock barely penetrate the first folds of her wet pussy. We had played like this before, but not lately. But this time? This was off the chart erotic. Sensual.
I felt Sean's hand stroke my cock. He spoke to me, "I want to fuck you. I want your tight ass and cum in it."
I slid my cock into his mouth. Robin moaned and cried out as she came. "Fuck. He sucks your dick right in front of me! Do it!"
The tension in her leg gave way and she dropped on to Sean. His cock went deep into her in one move. I watched it disappear into her.
"No, no," Sean protested. "You fucking slut."
I wasn't certain which of us was the slut.
"Shhhh." I silenced him and pressed my cock back in his mouth. It had been a long time since I watched my wife fuck some guy while he sucked my cock. I came in him. I was so pent up the cum over flowed his mouth and ran down his cheeks.
"Arghh! I fucking loooove fucking," Robin shuddered and came hard on his cock. "Cum now Sean. Fill me with cum."
Sean had lost control. Between the onslaught of my wife riding his cock and his mouth full of cum, there was no turning back. The gymnast in him lifted her as his back arched and bucked in an orgasm that shook the bed. He shrieked as if in pain and pulled hard on the manacle holding his wrist. His other hand grabbed my ass very hard.
All three of us, sweating, breathing hard, leaned back and surveyed the debauchery we had created. I wished I had a camera. The image is indelible.
"That was an amazing fuck right there." Robin looked at me. She gently lifted off Sean, his cock still upright and hard. I knew what was next.
She slid up his body, pressing her soaking wet pussy lips into his skin. She moved up farther and farther with the look of a big cat stalking a victim. She planted knees on both sides of his head, lowered her hips and pressed a cum dripping pussy into his mouth.
"That's a nice taste, isn't it? Your own cum with my juices."
She stayed on top of him for five minutes. I leaned back for a moment then decided his cock looked lonely. His was limp. Long, but limp. Robin had sucked the essence out of his cock. While she force fed him his own cum, I began cleaning the mess left behind on his cock.
"He's warming up to it. I can feel him licking his cum out." Robin narrated. "That's it Sean, trace the ridge of flesh to the top. Find that hard nub? Suck it. Pretend it's a tiny dick."
Sean complied, judging from the satisfying noises Robin emitted.
"Oh, yes. We'll have to make you practice more to give me a decent orgasm. But, this...will..... dooo!"
The last words turned into a high-pitched screech.
"Sweetheart," she turned to look over her shoulder. "Our neighbor just sucked cum out my pussy. Not as good as you. He needs practice."
She rolled off Sean. He was breathing hard.
He spoke, "That, that, that wasn't fair. Oh, fuck," he looked down his body at me. "That was really, really good. I didn't.....had no idea... oh God."
I grinned with my head turned to him and my tongue lapping under his long, soft cock. I got up on all fours and motioned for him to come to me. I crawled toward him and surprised him with a deep sexy kiss. I probed his mouth tasting their combined nectars. He kissed me back with enthusiasm, but his eyes were wide open in shock.
He pulled back, "You two are certifiable." Sean rose from the bed only to be jerked back in place by the one manacle.
"Please?" He held up one arm in a pathetic gesture.
Robin clicked the safety latch and he came free. He stood by the bed. Naked, ripped, with sexy glow to his tanned skin. His dark hair tasseled just right. The man was a walking Greek sculpture. He gave me a hard on, and Robin? Robin could have an orgasm just watching him walk.
"Next time children, we do this with suitable medication." He turned for the door leaving us tangled in the sheets.
Robin looked closely at my face. "Next time? That's encouraging." We both laughed and headed to the kitchen. The three of us, bare ass naked assembled on the back deck. It was dark and the way the building was arranged there was complete privacy.
Sean opened a throat lozenge tin and produced a nicely rolled joint. This had to be the finest joint smoking session we every had. Up to then or since. Calm, social, easy going, passing the J. Robin got high first and everything was funny to her. Sean began a running commentary on my cock sucking techniques compared to his other lovers.
I was feeling no pain. It was one of those perfect combinations of weed, drinks and eroticism that wet dreams are made of. I slid off my seat and ran my fingers up the inside of Sean's muscular yet soft legs. My hands played with him and in a moment of stoned intensity examined his lovely cock and tight balls. I could have done that for seconds or minutes. The notion of time evaporated. I could feel, with extra intensity, his tip on the roof of my mouth. I sucked him with long slow strokes. Every sense was heightened including the mental sense: why does having a perfectly proportioned penis in my mouth feel so exciting?
We adjourned once again to the black, white and red bedroom. Sean sat me on the edge of the bed.
"Put your feet on the edge of the bed by your ass."
I complied automatically. Sean stood in from of me, his glorious cock now back in business. His hands pushed my knees apart. One hand lightly stroked my inner thigh as he leaned over to the night stand. He dropped a short, wide mouth jar on the bed and scoped out two fingers of lube. It was cool on my rosebud when he first made contact. I felt nothing else but my ass and his fingers. I had forgotten Robin until she spoke.
"Sean is making sure you are nicely lubed up. He looks very eager to fuck you sweetheart."
I like face to face. Missionary. I like facial expressions. Seeing a cock move down into me or a mouth take me to the hilt.
I looked over at Robin. She resumed her perch on one side of the huge bed. Her fingers were working her clit and moving in and out of her vagina. She smiled at me then returned to watching how Sean handled his cock, rubbing it up and down my butt.
"Spread your cheeks."
I complied.
"You've seen him like this before I take it?" He addressed that to Robin.
"Well," she swallowed hard as his crown pressed in my rosebud seeking entry, "really only once. A few years back. Other times I was in the same space, but was busy with my own, you, know..."
"Fucking? You ARE a nasty girl." Sean teased.
I felt the ridge of his foreskin pass the first muscle ring. He sighed at the progress. "Ahaaa."
"And sucking too! I'm a nasty girl. My husband is a nasty cock-sucking fucker. He's insatiable. But I want to see this again. I want to see all the details. Fuck you two are so fucking hot to watch."
Sean and I locked eyes once again. He mouthed some words I couldn't understand then he licked his lips. Robin leaned over me and kissed a nipple. It made me jump. My cock bounced slightly with each subtle push of Sean's cock into my ass.
"Oh, Jesus, fuck that feels so fucking good." I really wanted to let Sean know. "Push more, I want to feel your balls on my ass."
He backed out an inch then moved back in. One hand grabbed my chest hard, the finger tips arching to a central spot on a nipple turning into a pinch.
"Yes! I want to be fucked. Fuck me, please cum in me!"
Robin was right next to me. I could feel her leg against my side. One hand wrapped around my swollen cock and stroked it very slowly. She buried a long, wet kiss on me with a probing tongue.
"You want him to cum in you babe? Fill your sweet ass?"
"Ya,ya, yeesss. Oh, fuck, he's almost in."
Sean was fully in my ass and smiling down at me. "You have a very nice tight ass. We should have been fucking months ago. I like it tight. You make me work for it." The real fucking began. Stroking in and out. Each time I felt his balls slap my ass. I joined Robin wrapping my hand in hers around my cock, now with pre-cum running freely.
Sean was a great lover. He slowed down, shifted position. Teased my cock. Paused, leaned in and we made out with Robin watching. She couldn't help herself and joined on impulse. We were a mess of three faces, wet lips and tongues all over.
"Suck him. He's gonna cum when I do. You should eat him." Sean never missed a stroke.
Robin took my hand. It was incongruous: holding hands like at a movie while she sucked my cock and I was being so nicely fucked.
Sean didn't announce his climax. He speeded up, stood back straight, bent his head back and grunted like a weightlifter. Feet already planted on the bed I arched my back high. Like the gymnast he was, Sean's hands balanced himself on my knees and I exploded into Robin's mouth. She swallowed hard then backed away, turning to look at me then Sean. She wiped the cum off the corner of her mouth, pulled on Sean's neck and kissed him, probably passing my cum to him.
It was divine. Laying on my back, feeling a throbbing cock in my depths and seeing my wife making out with our downstairs neighbor. There was no resistance from him. He wrapped both arms around her and they hugged and kissed like a Hollywood production. They turned, embraced, cheek to cheek and looked down at me.
Unconsciously, my hand stroked my still hard cock. Another load of cum burst out covering the back of my hand. They looked at me intently.
"You're smiling," Robin began. "I don't think I've ever seen that kind of smile on you before." She picked up my hand and licked the new cum from the back of it.
It was still. I felt a profound emptiness as Sean withdrew. They lay on either side of me. Arms enveloped me from both sides. For a moment I had an out of body experience. I could look down on us from the corner of the room. I wanted to burn that vision into my mind. Three naked bodies. Glowing with perspiration and random streaks of cum. Fingers, nipples, two cocks, the contrast of my legs with hair between his and her smooth hairless forms. The curves: asses, breasts, thighs. I wanted this to go on.
*.*.*.*.*.*
We were high and very happy. We acted
like idiots in the shower. Everyone helped everyone get cleaned up. The bantering included descriptive highlights of the evening's sex. It was like a post-game commentary only a lot sexier.
The three of us continued our liaisons on a regular basis for nearly three years. Sean was still a player and we listened intently at the fucking below us. Next day, we would raid his apartment demanding to hear all the juicy details. "Yea, and after that then what did he do to you?"
Occasionally, he talked one of his conquests into a foursome, but they were never the same. The three of us had a groove. An intuitive vibe. We had endless variations but somehow knew when it was right to switch gears and try something different. Or familiar. We still maintained a flexible sexual appetite. Robin had her girlfriends and I had my men when the occasion presented. 'HotWife' hadn't been invented yet, but that's what we were doing -- with a side order of 'HotHusband.' We agreed that after an 'adventure weekend' as we called them, we were much more productive at the office. We could rationalize anything. The more debauchery on the weekend, the more our employers benefited from our enhanced performance.
Eventually Sean got a better job far away and we lost touch. If social media was around then, it might have been different. We would have an excuse to visit California.
*.*.*.*.*.*
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He Couldn't Hold It — Dominant Fury
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He didn’t collapse when she screamed.
He collapsed when she whispered.
This isn’t softness.
It’s control without compromise.
🎙️ DOMINANT FURY | Part I: He Couldn’t Hold It
Performed by Thalia Lux
Five-part audio series dropping weekly — slow, spoken, and surgical.
🩸 Tone: Dominant, cold, controlled
🖤 Theme: When he flinches, she stops reaching
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A Nun's Story Pt. 24
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Sister Edith was kept busy in the days after her meeting with Monsignor Davis. That was the plan, of course. Mother Mary had a time-tested way of easing a young nun through this part of their joining the inner circle of the Order of the Mount. The next item was an appointment with Doctor Gary. It was hardly needed in Edith's case. Still, her first official experience of butt sex was reason enough. The Mother Superior knew well that the health of her flock was critical if the Order was to continue its good works.
These visits to the doctor served another important purpose. As Edith had learned from Sister Claire, Doctor Gary was extremely discreet in caring for the nuns and their sexual health. He did not know all the details. But he knew that some members of the Order were sexually active, even promiscuous. To maintain their secrecy and contain their health care costs, he often took payment in-kind. Sister Edith arrived at his office ready for the usual appointment.
"The doctor suggested a quick examination. So I stripped naked for him," she reported to Claire.
The medico was a little surprised. Naked and horny nuns were the norm. But he could see that something had changed in this particular patient since her prior visit.
"He asked me the usual questions as he was touching me," Edith went on. "I like his hands. Soft and warm."
The truth as that being used by the Monsignor had changed Edith. Now she was a full member of the inner circle. It made sense to her that she and her sister nuns could use the Gift to gain important favours. Or to reward their allies. And if the dirty old priest could get his rocks off then why not enjoy the sight of the doctor getting a hard-on as he caressed her naked body.
"I am sure my boobs are too small," she told Claire. "But the doctor seemed happy with them. Of course he squeezed them a little. My nipples already were hard."
"Is there anything you are concerned about?" he asked as the patient spread her legs to place her ankles in the stirrups.
"Well... ummm... she mumbled with a little residual shame. "Yesterday... I was sodomised. My first time."
"I see," he replied, trying his best to remain calm. "As I've told you before, anal sex usually is safe. How did it feel?"
At this point, Edith admitted to Claire that she still felt shame at being used by the Monsignor. And, more, discussing her first experience of sodomy so openly. Her face was burning with embarrassment but she knew she must continue.
"I... I knew it was going to happen. I tried to prepare myself," she told him. "I would say it was OK. Some parts were good."
Her email to Claire had detailed the best parts. She'd enjoyed the arse-licking from Mother Mary more than she thought was proper. And after the butt-plugs and the strap-on, she'd been quite pleased by the feel of a real, warm cock in her back passage.
"It was not as bad as I expected," she assured Sister Claire. "For sure I will do it again if Mother Mary wants that. Maybe another man would feel even better."
"Lets give you a fuller exam," said the horny doctor. "I am sure everything will be fine."
He stroked her inside of her plump thighs, once more enjoying the softness of her meaty body. It was not long before his hands were "examining" her cunt. He touched the nun softly before pretending that he had a medical reason to carefully open her cleft. It did not take a medical degree to notice that her cunt was moist. Or to see that her clit was swollen and ready. The doctor could hear Edith's gentle panting as he explored her cunt.
"Are you still enjoying being hairless down here?" he asked. "Everything seems in order so far. It will help me if you can turn over -- onto hands and knees for me, please."
Sister Edith was struck by the ease with which she was learning to display herself to horny men -- and women.
"I still have much to learn about the Gift," Sister Edith told her friend. "I still feel a little shame about flaunting my body. I could see my silver crucifix swinging between my boobs."
The doctor muttered his approval of Edith in her new position. He needed only to ask her to spread her knees a little further. Then his gloved hands pried her arse cheeks wider still. The nun knew that her cunt and her tiny anus were exposed. Well, this man was a doctor after all.
"I still cannot believe," Edith told Sister Claire, "that our duty it to be so smutty. But I confess that it was fun to show my rear to the doctor."
The soft, bounteous arse cheeks were a delight for the medical man. He found an excuse to squeeze them in his hands as he stared more intently at that small, dark orifice.
"Normally I'd ask a nurse to help," he was explaining to Edith. "Can you please reach back and spread your cheeks for me?"
Edith explained to Sister Claire how she'd been eager to assist the randy doctor. How she'd dropped shoulders to the thin mattress so that she could reach back. Both hands grabbing her luscious arse, she'd spread herself in a most suggestive manner. That seemed to do the trick for Doctor Gary. The nun confessed to her faraway friend that it was obvious by this point that she, too was aroused and eager for more than a medical examination.
"He was so gentle around that little entrance," she told Claire, breathing hard even as she typed. "I am sure he wanted to make me more turned-on. And my goodness it was working. I was almost wishing that he'd just fuck me on the spot."
Sister Claire was masturbating again as she read all of this. She had realised from the first that she enjoyed anal sex. That she could enjoy opening her backdoor for man and woman. Not all the nuns did, Claire knew, which was to her advantage. But sharing her arse was, of course, entirely about her mission to fuck for Jesus.
"All looks good," murmured Doctor Gary as he proceeded with his examination. "No obvious trauma or damage."
"I kind of knew that," Sister Edith told her friend. "I felt a little wicked from enjoying his touch. He was so gentle that I could not help getting more and more aroused."
"Tell me if this hurts at all," the doctor said.
"Dear Sister," Edith typed to her friend. "It should be so wrong. But I enjoyed it so much. Nothing hurt. He barely got the tip of his finger in my butt hole. I was so aroused that I had to bite my lip to stop him hearing my moan of pleasure."
"All good so far," the doctor was saying. "I'll give you some extra relief for this next part."
"Oh, sweet lord," Sister Edith reported to Claire. "The poor man was so overcome that he started to press a finger from his other hand against my cunt entrance. It was impossible to contain my moan. And I am sure I gushed some extra wetness."
"That is a good reaction," the doctor assured his patient. "Just a little more."
Edith proceeded to tell Claire everything in great detail. How the doctor had slipped a finger inside her cunt at the same time as he began his digital penetration of her arsehole. How she'd almost slipped and let go of her arse cheeks -- worried the doctor might think she wanted him to stop.
"I know he is a doctor," she told Claire. "I don't see how that makes him naturally so good with the Gift. But the way he fingered me was delicious. My cunt was soaking wet as he slowly filled me. And he used the most gentle pressure in my bottom so that his other finger gradually sank into my arse."
"Stop me if this is uncomfortable," the doctor counselled the nun.
"Noooo... oh, doctor... not at all..." she moaned aloud.
Claire could not stop her own first orgasm at this point of her reading. She knew of other nuns in the inner circle who could be described as sluts. But Sister Edith might yet outdo some of them.
"I felt full in the most wonderful way," Edith went on. "Of course I was going to cum. And he knew that. The continued thrusting, the soft friction... oh Sister, it was too much for me."
The doctor was more than pleased with his patient's response. Importantly, her holes remained undamaged. And his gentle fingering had taken a nun over her sexual edge. Gary took pride in all aspects of his work and he was always delighted to administer orgasms to a horny member of the Order of the Mount. As Edith tried to contain her cries of delight, he skilfully slipped a thumb onto her clitoris. The only concern was that other patients might hear her orgasmic passion. His choice of hands and knees for Edith had been wise since the noise of her orgasms was lost in the pillow into which she was pressing her face.
"Dear Sister," Edith wrote to her friend. "I dare not tell Mother Mary about the exquisite delight I experienced that day. But I almost felt as if I'd gone beyond the Gift alone. And with the doctor who cares for all of us. By the time he was done, I was left in a wet, quivering mess. It took many minutes for my body to recover. I am sure it was so wrong. But Doctor Gary was very calm about the whole thing."
Claire was struggling to read this part of he email. At this point she, too, had a finger in each hole. But she was trying to delay her next orgasm.
"You'd already taught me how to pay Doctor Gary for his services," Edith was telling Claire. "And that morning I really felt he'd given me much more than the standard treatment."
He had been updating his notes on his computer when Sister Edith finally roused herself from the exam table. Since she was a younger and newer nun he'd not been sure about the arrangements. But, of course, he'd reacted like any man when the naked nun went to her knees on the floor and began to spin his chair so that we was facing her.
"We are nuns," she explained to her friend. "But its so good to still be able to feel like a real woman. To release a man from the confines of his clothes. And the doctor was ready for me."
Claire well-remembered the doctor's cock. She'd "paid" him a number of times and had allowed herself to enjoy it. Not too large but usually he grew very hard. And his balls always rose nice and high right before he came.
"Somehow I like all dicks," Edith was continuing. "Even the Monsignor. All so different. The Gift has so much variety."
Claire agreed. But by now she was no longer thinking of the doctor. Her smutty thoughts were filled with her imaginings of a manhood that was much more in her reach. She tried to focus on Edith's email.
"Now I feel so comfortable taking a hard one in my hands. I still worry about the sin of it. But I know my role with the Gift. And I've had some good teaching. So I stroked him and listened for his lovely moans."
Sister Claire could imagine the scene. The plump little nun on her knees between the doctor's legs. Her silver metal crucifix glinting in the bright lights as she pumped her small hand up and down his erection. The soft sounds of the doctor as he wondered how he'd managed to find a practice like his. Closing his eyes as he began to focus on the inevitable.
"Now I was really turned-on," Edith continued. "I worry that one orgasm is not enough for me. But of course I had to focus on Gary."
She described in detail how she'd licked up his throbbing shaft. The feeling of opening her mouth to fit him inside. The warm hardness as she stretched her lips around him. The thrill of having her mouth filled with a man's hard dick as she got to work. The next patient would be waiting already.
"His spurting in my mouth was amazing," Edith reported. "As it is with any cock. Why is that? And his hips were bucking for me and I really enjoyed that, too. I am grateful to Father Frank for teaching about this part of the Gift. It was really special to have the doctor flood my mouth. And I could not stop myself swallowing it all down."
Sister Claire was cumming now. And she kept on cumming, as pent-up need was suddenly released. Despite her twice daily masturbation, her need stretched back for months now. Young Teo would be the most sinful, and secret, of pleasures.
***********************
Claire and Teo rarely spoke. She had learned enough of the local dialect to get by with the basics of conversation. Especially if related to her work. He seemed happier just to smile madly at the nun. This one was much younger and prettier than the last few. He knew that Claire was doing important work for the village, helping them to earn a better income. So he was proud of his job to bring her food and make sure her washing was done on time. The fact that he got the opportunity to ogle her body -- only a few years older than him -- was part of the perks. As was the hugging and the chance to feel a woman's body next to his.
"Do you even care how wrong this is?" she asked as they hugged inside her small cottage.
Already he was pressing himself against her. Claire understood the reason for his eagerness. The young man was super horny -- at an age when he should have been happily married, Teo was alone. With his withered arm he was not an eligible prospect for any woman in the village. It was natural that he craved any physical attention from a woman. And it was fun to have him so clearly lusting for her. After all, she was in a similar boat -- desperate for sexual contact and ignored by the villagers to the point where keeping a secret became easier.
"I can feel your lump, you dirty boy," she grinned at him.
Teo thought the nun was beautiful. And he'd heard that sophisticated women were always ready for sex. He'd gotten lucky since Sister Claire had told herself that even this young man of humble station deserved to share in the Gift. Teo had shown her kindness -- and she was not at all bothered by his obvious lust. Why not put him out of his misery? And his untouched cock felt big and hard.
"I shouldn't let you rub your dick against me."
He heard her but did not really understand her meaning. All the young man knew was that the nun had let him hug her at first. Then she'd not resisted as he held her tight each time. What did women expect a man to do when he wanted them so badly? He could not stop his cock growing when she let him hold her and press against her.
"Its like the only cock for thousands miles."
Sister Claire could not stop her hand sliding down to that big lump. She'd already rubbed it through his pants a few times. It had felt harmless -- and exciting. The nun had told herself that denial was good for her. But she'd been losing the fight against her urges. Surely it was the fault of Mother Mary who'd sent her to this place.
"It feels so hard. You want me to touch it, don't you?"
His rough farm clothes were hitched with a single button. Claire already knew that the men of the village normally wore no underwear. It was pragmatic but also enticing. And Teo's skinny body left enough room underneath his waistband. He stared at her intensely, almost begging with his eyes, as the nun slowly slipped one small, pale hand down the front of his pants.
"Dear Lord, please don't let me get in trouble for this."
The skinny young man was a good size. His disability affected his arm and not his penis. Her fingertips found his soft, spongy head almost as soon as their journey began.
"Ohhh... yes, you do want me to touch you, hey?"
The head felt delightful. And big, as she'd expect from a grown man's erection. Claire stroked it softly, knowing what they both wanted but still under if she could go through with it.
"I need you to be a good boy. This has to be a secret."
She did not wait for him to reply. Did he even understand her words? She took comfort in knowing he'd be ostracized from the village if they ever found out what was about to happen. She easily undid the button on the front of his pants and allowed them so start sliding downwards.
"Oh... my, Teo... fuck that looks gorgeous."
His six-and-a-bit inches of hardness looked glorious against his wiry body. And they stood so proudly, pointing vertically in the open air. Claire did not wait to close her small, pale fingers around him.
"A real man's cock," she breathed.
His eyes were closed. His face was contorted already. It might have been a look of pain. But Sister Claire knew better.
"Dirty boy. You've been dreaming about this."
His shaft was a little on the thin side. Like the rest of him, under-fed as he was. Claire confirmed that by working her hand softly to his base and then up again. She dared not let this village boy fuck her. But his cock would be perfect in her holes.
"Lord, its so hard and lovely. You like me touching you, Teo?"
Claire was sure that no woman had ever handled this cock. He'd last only a few minutes. Already his pre-cum was starting to ooze from his peephole. She rubbed her thumb across the silky-smooth stuff.
"Horny little man. Oh, fuck. You are happy to see me, aren't you?"
They both were breathing hard now. Claire was quickly forgetting the danger of what she was doing. Teo was almost out of his mind. When he hugged Claire tighter, she bent down to kiss him. He was clumsy, too fast. But it was the first touch of a man's lips in months. And his lust compensated for the lack of skill.
"You make me so fucking horny," she breathed to him. "I need a cock like this all the time."
He wanted to kiss some more, as if that would make Claire more willing to play with his cock. She obliged, being a caring nun, but now she kept one eye on his cock. It felt so amazing in her hand -- hard, hot, throbbing. A virgin cock. She felt almost wicked except that surely Teo was the perfect man to share the Gift. Always so kind to her. Deserving of a special thank-you.
"I love making men cum," mumbled to her avid suitor. "You are gonna shoot your cum everywhere."
Teo knew all about shooting his cum, He'd done it many times. Always alone. And lately while thinking about the sweet nun. It seemed to be true that these outsider women needed a lot of sex. And the nun's hand was so soft on his hardness. She somehow knew exactly what to do, how much pressure to use, the spots to touch as she stroked him.
"So hot. I can feel you throbbing. I wish you were inside me."
He was moaning now. Teo never did that when he was alone.
"This is the Gift. You don't know... I love when a man receives the Gift."
Of course she was an expert. Many men had helped her to learn how to do this. And Claire really did enjoy playing with a cock and making a man explode.
"Dirty boy. Give me your cum."
Claire would have done anything Teo wanted. But she was focused intently on stroking his cock. A handjob had been on her mind for weeks. It was going to blow the mind of this virginal farm boy. And Claire could not wait to see how much he blasted out of his young cock. As his body tensed in readiness, she increased the pace of her hand. The reward was almost immediate.
"Oh, fuck... yesss... good boy... oh, yesss..."
He spurted long and hard. It seemed like his first shot went halfway across the room.
"Baby, yes... don't stop..."
He could not hear her. His own anguished cries were too loud for that. It was finally happening and Teo's world suddenly seemed so much larger. This slut from the outside world was stroking his dick with passion and he was cumming harder than he'd ever experienced. And she was so pleased with him.
"So much. So much," Claire gasped.
She kept pumping her hand and he kept cumming. Big, thick wads of cum -- sticky and warm. She almost wished he'd cum inside her cunt.
"A real man. Oh, yes... so much cum..."
She could have jerked that cock all day. But soon enough she sensed his discomfort - like all men once their orgasm has passed. She saw the puddles of semen on the floor as she reached for a cloth. And on her hand. The globs on the head of his cock called for her mouth to clean him but the nun was able to resist that temptation, at least.
"Sweet boy," she cooed to him. "The village doesn't know about you. Do they?"
She was cleaning him gently. Taking her time as she battled with her doubts. Was this really what a nun should do with the Gift? But she had pleasured this callow youth who surely deserved it. What could be wrong with that? His poor lonely cock had needed some special attention. Best not to think about it would feel splitting her entrance.
They kissed again. This time he was slower, gentler. Making a man happy took more than just spraying his cum all over the room. And she had a final message for Teo. She placed a finger on his lips and then against hers. Looking sternly at him, she again oppressed her finger over his mouth. With a shake of her head she tried to drive the message home. He looked sheepish as he nodded his understanding. Even the farm boy knew that secrecy increased his chances that the gorgeous nun would do it all again.
*****************
Sister Edith was still debriefing with the Mother Superior. Mary liked to make sure that her charges were content and safe. The initiation from the Monsignor was sort of compulsory -- but that did not mean she could not be concerned with Edith's well-being. Which gave Edith something else to write about to Claire. The bandwidth in that remote village would not sustain a live chat. Claire did not mind the email, or the details, since she could re-read them over and over.
"I did not tell the Mother all the details of my appointment with Doctor Gary," Edith reported. "Maybe she can guess anyway?"
Claire had wondered the same thing. It seemed that the member of the inner circle had some autonomy about sharing the Gift in some circumstances. Surely that was useful with Doctor Gary? And it would explain why Claire had been given opportunities to fuck Father Filippo.
"I really feel good," Edith told her boss. "After... the Monsignor... my bottom..."
"I am glad the doctor gave you a check-up," replied Mary. "But I didn't think you'd be damaged physically. The Monsignor has enough experience now."
"I am glad that he enjoyed it. Sodomising me, I mean."
"All part of the Gift. You were quite wonderful for him."
Mary pressed the younger woman for more. Even a nun in the service of the inner circle of their Order might have a bad reaction to letting the senior church man ream her arsehole. She needed to know.
"I never thought," started Sister Edith. "I always thought... that having a man there... you know... disgusting... and painful."
"You were prepared carefully," Mary reminded her. "But not all nuns can accept sodomy so easily."
"It was better than I expected. And when he came... his seed released inside me... Mother I was ashamed by my pride."
"Not at all, child. That was the Monsignor letting you know the wonderful job you'd done. Sharing an orgasm is the intimacy of the Gift."
"Well... I think... a real man... a real penis. Is it wrong to say it felt good? That I want to try experience it again?"
"That's wonderful news. The Order will benefit if you are able to share that part of the Gift."
Edith was relieved. She knew herself that many women objected to anal sex That they found it uncomfortable or just yucky. She'd never have been so willing if it were not for the ritual of being initiated by the dirty old priest.
"If you are sure it was OK for you?" the Mother Superior pressed. "I mean... is there anything else you want to share?"
"Mother, learning about the Gift has given me many unexpected experiences. Taking a man... in my bottom..."
Edith paused but her boss did not fill the gap with her own thoughts. So the plump nun continued.
"Mother... you licked me there. I know it was to help me. But I thought it must be dirty. Horrid."
"Not at all. Not if you enjoyed my tongue there?"
"I did. I mean... I know I should not. But... well another woman. I had never thought... I never wanted to. Mother, I thought it was even more sinful. But... well, the Gift... and I have learned... Sister Marian..."
"A pleasant surprise then? Lesbian sex? And you enjoyed a woman tonguing your tight butt hole?"
"I'd never have believed it. But your tongue... it was... I cannot describe it."
"I suspected as much," confessed the Mother Superior. "You see, I am very partial to sharing the Gift whenever arse play is involved."
She assured the shocked Sister Edith that there was no need for concern. The key thing was to share the Gift and the pleasure it was intended to provide. Then she shocked Sister Edith all over again by commanding her to come around the desk while Mother Mary lay her upper body over the leather-bound surface.
"Raise my skirt, dear child. And tell me what you see."
"Oh my... your bottom. Naked. I mean... no underwear under your habit."
Mother Mary was proud of her skinny butt. And more than happy to introduce her underling to the pleasures of giving anal service.
"Why don't you try it?" she cajoled Sister Edith. "Now is a good time to start. Remember what I did for you."
Edith gently squeezed the pale arse. She could not miss the gentle sigh of anticipation from her boss.
"Go on, child. Share the Gift with me now."
Sister Edith was incredulous that the leader of the Order could be so brazen about such things. Was it merely a moment of teaching? But Edith could not forget that she'd spent hours wondering about how it would feel to do this for a woman. Screwing up her courage, she gently parted the cheeks of Mary's backside and began to slip her tongue around that tight, dark brown opening.
"Oh yes... good... very good," sighed Mother Mary. Her cunt was already getting damp. "Go on, Sister."
Edith was anxious about doing a good job. And conscious of her warm breath on the older woman's entrance. As she'd expected, Mary tasted just fine as she worked her wet tongue around the darker-coloured skin. She remembered what she'd enjoyed and didn't yet press against Mary's hole.
"I've googled rim jobs," she confided to Sister Claire. "I am sure they must be dirty. But it feels wonderful to receive. And I wanted to make it good for the Mother Superior."
Mary was very much enjoying Edith's first attempt. She wanted more -- much more -- but had already decided to wait for a better opportunity. Still, her soft moans of pleasure encouraged Edith. Wanting to tease the older nun, she started to flick her tongue closer to that dark opening. And was very pleased with the result.
"I guess there's a musky smell to a woman's bottom," she relayed to Claire. "But I could smell her scent. I actually made the Mother Superior horny. In her own office."
The boss of the nuns was also very pleased with Edith's work that day. It took a considerable effort to stop Sister Edith from her tonguing and readjust her clothing. As the head of the Order, sometimes her time was not her own. And luckily she had an appointment later that day that would take care of her heightened arousal.
"I think Mother Mary is happy with me," Edith reported. "I confess to feeling confused. And a little afraid."
Sister Claire understood what her friend was feeling. She, too, had been deadly serious when taking her vows. Abstinence was to be a part of her life since the work of the Order was of supreme importance. It had been a major adjustment to accept that the Gift, fucking for Jesus, would be required to support that work. But she had not looked back since entering the inner circle. Edith was in good hands with Mother Mary.
"I am worried about what will happen to me," Edith wrote shakily. "Mother Mary told me she will pursue this further. I don't know what that means. But she told me to visit her apartment later this week."
|
[
"swallowing",
"anal",
"rimming",
"doctor",
"fingering",
"nuns",
"virgin",
"handjob"
] |
Analysing Alan Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/analysing-alan-pt-02
| 4.48 | null |
Fetish
|
Later that week, Alan found himself back in the waiting area of Dr Michelle Parvati's psychiatry practice. He sat, and waited, and he felt sick with anxiety.
Alan had noticed the beautiful receptionist, and her open-toed sandals, when he arrived at the waiting room, but he did not dare to look at her as he waited. Since his appointment with Dr Parvati earlier this week, he could not bear to look at, or even think about women's feet.
His ears grew red and warm as he remembered the shame of cumming in his pants in front of his therapist. He remembered the sight of Dr Parvati's stiletto heel dangling from her beautiful, stockinged foot, and he remembered her huge, heavenly sole as she wriggled her sheer nylon-clad toes...
Alan sat up straight, and cursed his wandering thoughts. He needed help to cure his pathetic obsession with feet. He needed Dr Parvati.
-----
Michelle relaxed in her office, with her tan stockinged feet resting on her desk, as she watched Alan on the small screen. She sat back and stretched, and laughed as she watched the security video feed from the waiting room. Michelle could have called Alan into her office fifteen minutes ago, but she enjoyed watching him squirm.
She had known from the moment she first saw Alan that he was an anxiety-riddled sap, and that his sexual deficiencies would make him an easy mark for extortion, but she had no idea just how pathetic his difficulties were.
Michelle smiled as she thumbed through the documents she had made Alan sign at the end of his first appointment. The contract committing himself to twice-weekly sessions for at least 20 weeks. The non-refundable deposit for all of these sessions at the 'premium rate'. The direct-deposit which Michelle had the right to enact, if she felt that Alan required additional sessions.
Michelle laughed, and then sighed with deep satisfaction. The moron had not even looked at what he was signing; he was so pathetic and desperate for her help, after cumming in his fucking pants.
On Monday morning, Michelle's practice risked going under, after her bastard of a former partner had left and taken their wealthiest patients with him. Today, the practice was in better financial shape than it had been all year.
Michelle could not help smiling, as she took her feet down from her desk and slid them into her tan, suede heels. She pressed the intercom, to let her receptionist know that she was ready for Alan.
-----
Alan meekly opened the office door and entered Dr Parvati's office with his head down. He shuffled over to the leather chair, and sat without lifting his head. He could not bear to look Dr Parvati in her eyes, and he felt his cheeks blushing already.
Michelle couldn't help but smirk. She crossed her legs, and began to gently tap her foot in the air.
"Please, Alan, do not look so embarrassed," Michelle implored, trying to sound sincere. "I know that you suffered a rather humiliating little accident the last time you were here, but I am here to help you. We are going to do some good work in the coming months, so please, relax. You are safe in here."
Alan looked up at Dr Parvati, and his breath caught; she looked even more beautiful than she had at their first appointment.
She wore her wavy, black hair down around her face, and it flowed elegantly over her shoulders. Today, she wore red lipstick on her plump, luscious lips, and her blouse had a few extra buttons opened at the top. Alan gulped when he saw that the pencil skirt she wore today was at least an inch or two shorter, and with her legs crossed Alan could follow her tan-coloured nylons far up her toned thighs.
Alan did not dare to look down at her tan stockinged feet, on which she wore tan suede heels. In his peripheral vision, he could see her foot gently bobbing and swaying.
"Let's get right to it, then. You will forgive my blunt language, Alan, but the last time you were here, you ejaculated in your pants without any stimulation. This is obviously very serious, and potentially very humiliating if it were to happen around anyone else. So, let us not waste time, and let's continue your therapy."
Dr Parvati spoke calmy, and directly, and her crisp, English accent sent a shiver down Alan. God, she was so beautiful...
"Your foot fetish is one of the most severe sexual fixations that I have ever encountered in my years of practice," she continued, "and such a lack of control over your orgasm, well, it is vital that we work to remedy this, if you want any chance at a normal sexual life."
Michelle worried that she was overdoing it, but when she saw the terrified look on Alan's face as she looked in his eyes, she knew that she had him.
"I believe that your foot fetish and your premature ejaculation are inextricably linked, Alan, and to cure either we must understand both. Today, I will ask you about your past sexual experiences, so that I can properly understand the context for your difficulties."
Alan nodded. He hated that he would have to talk about these things, but he was desperate. He would answer whatever questions Dr Parvati asked.
"Good, but remember, Alan, use your words," she reminded him warmly. "Now, last week we established the following: you have a pronounced sexual obsession with women's feet; this fetish provokes early climax both when you are with a sexual partner, and when you masturbate; you have had only a few sexual experiences with partners, and you first had sexual intercourse several months ago, at the age of twenty-nine; you have had sexual intercourse twice, each with a different partner, and each time ending in your premature ejaculation."
Alan's cheeks glowed even redder, as he listened to his pathetic sexual history recited aloud.
"During your most recent sexual encounter," Dr Parvati continued, "your foot fetish led to premature orgasm, and the woman you were with has been blackmailing you with your fetish since then."
Alan winced at this last detail. He could afford the blackmail financially, but he was terrified that the woman would gossip about what had happened that evening, which would put his buisiness in jeopardy.
"That is obviously quite a lot to work through, Alan," Dr Parvati said matter-of-factly, "so this may take some time, but do not worry, it will all be worth it."
Michelle smiled at Alan, with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"You told me during our last session that you have had a foot fetish for as long as you remember. Tell me, Alan, have you ever admitted your attraction to feet to anyone before?"
Alan shook his head. "No... no..." he muttered, cringing at the idea.
"Why is that? Are you embarrassed, Alan? Are you ashamed?" Dr Parvati enquired, smiling slightly.
Alan closed his eyes, and nodded timidly.
"Yes," he said feebly.
"Why is that? What is it about your fetish for woman's feet that you find so embarassing? So shameful?"
"I... I don't know..." Alan replied, "I just... what if they laughed? What if... what if they told someone?"
"What if, Alan? Sexual fetishes are totally natural, and many people are attracted to feet," Dr Parvati said kindly, before adding, "Of course, the severity of your foot fetish has been negatively impacting your life, and so must be treated. But that does not mean that a foot fetish in itself should be a source of shame."
Michelle decided not to labour that last point too long; Alan feeling comfortable about his foot fetish was not necessarily in Michelle's financial interest.
"Have you ever had any sexual experiences involving a woman's feet, Alan?" she asked, "Have you ever purposefully indulged in your fetish?"
Michelle noticed Alan nervously rubbing the back of his head, as he hesitated to answer.
"N-no," he stuttered, and Michelle saw him begin to sweat.
Interesting.
"Alan, I need you to be truthful with me. There will be no hope of me helping you, if you are not completely open and honest with me," she scolded. "You have told me that you have never admitted your fetish to a sexual partner, and I believe that. Would it be fair to say that you have indulged your foot fetish, without women knowing about it?"
Sweat streamed down Alan's temples,
"Y-yes... yes..." he said in an almost whisper.
"I see. Tell me about those experiences, Alan. Tell me about your first real-life experience with a woman's feet."
Alan closed his eyes, and wished that he was back home in his apartment. His voice shook when he spoke.
I... I was 18, and... I was with a girl, at a party..."
"Was she your girlfriend, Alan?" Dr Parvati asked.
"No, not really. I had a crush on her for a while, and we were at a party, and... we had been drinking, and we were making out... she climbed on top of me..."
"Yes, Alan? Go on," Dr Parvati prompted.
"She climbed on top of me, and we were kissing, and I was... I was hard... and she started to grind on me, and dry-hump me, and... I reached down to feel her... to feel her ass and I accidentally... her bare feet were there and I touched them! They were so soft, and smooth, and I... came in my pants from touching her feet."
Alan put his face in his hands again. He glowed red, and he felt his cock start to stir as he remembered the party.
Michelle noticed him shifting in his chair, and smirked.
"Did this girl notice that you had cum in your pants? she asked.
"No, I don't think so," Alan said, "We were pretty wasted, and I... I went down on her after that."
Clever boy, Michelle thought.
"Have you other experiences where you have achieved orgasm while touching a woman's feet, when she has not been aware of it?" she asked.
"Eh, no, that only happened once," he said, "I touched girls' feet a few other times, but never came from it..."
"And what about any times like our last session, where you ejaculated without any stimulation of your penis? Has that ever happened before?" Dr Parvati asked flatly.
Alan would not have thought he could go any redder, but he did when Michelle spoke bluntly about his humiliating accident in her office a few days prior, and he went even redder still as he readied himself to answer.
Michelle saw Alan's blushing intensify when she asked her question, and she was excited for his answer.
"Yes," he replied, closing his eyes in shame. "Twice."
"I see. Tell me about these times. It is very important that I understand them."
"The first... the first time was when I was in college... I lived in a house with some... some housemates, and one of them, she... she was so pretty, so popular... I was so attracted to her, but she barely gave me the time of day... she was going out with some jock football player... I was in the house, alone, and her door was open..."
Alan trailed off, and Michelle gently cleared her throat.
Go on, you little pervert, Michelle thought. What happened next?
"I snuck into her room, and there was a shoe rack, and... I... crawled across her floor, scared of being seen, and... I... I..."
"Yes, Alan, what did you do?"
"I took a pair of her old ballet flats that she always wore around the house, and I... brought them to my nose and... I sniffed them..."
Alan felt the room spin as he confessed to his perversion. Michelle grinned.
"How did her ballet flat smell, Alan?" she asked, with a slightly sultry hint in her voice. She suppressed a giggle when she saw an erection start to tent in his pants.
Alan tried not to groan as he remembered the beautiful smell.
"It smelled so strong, so... so sweaty, and... cheesy... I loved it... I held her shoe over my nose and mouth and I breathed deeply through my nose and... I felt... I came in my pants as I sniffed them, without touching myself..."
Alan felt lost in the memory of the smell, and his erection grew. He heard Dr Parvati shuffle in her chair, and he snapped out of his daze.
Oh, God... He was hard again. Please don't let Dr Parvati see...
Alan looked at Dr Parvati's beautiful face, and saw her bemused expression as she looked down at his crotch.
"Alan, I appreciate that we are talking about things that clearly excite you, but you must try and exert some control over yourself," she said sternly.
"I'm... I'm sorry doctor..." he whimpered, as he went to cross his legs and hide his face in his hands.
"No, Alan, you must sit up straight, hands by your sides, and look at me. You must resist the impulse to hide, to seek safety.
Now, you said that it happened twice before; tell me about the second time your foot fetish made you lose control over your orgasm, without any stimulation."
Michelle sat back smugly, and bit her lip to stop from laughing at Alan's erection tenting in his pants. She bobbed her foot more vigorously, and she could have cackled when she heard him whimper at the sight of her suede heel popping off and dangling from her tan, stockinged foot.
Alan saw the shoe dangling from her foot, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. He put his every effort into looking at Dr Parvati's face, and not at her beautiful foot.
"Go on, Alan," she purred, "tell me."
"I... was on vacation last year, and... I was at the pool..."
Michelle bit down on her lip again to stop from letting out a guffaw. Jesus Christ, Alan, what the fuck is wrong with you? The swimming pool? You came at the fucking swimming pool?
"I was laying on one of the chairs at the side of the pool," he continued, "and a woman sat across from me. She was older, and she was very... she was very attractive. She started to chat with me, and... I think she could tell that I... that I'm wealthy, because she started to flirt with me.
She was chatting to me, and I tried... I wanted to practice... I flirted back. Not well, but I'd had a few drinks, and I wanted to get better at it, so I flirted back. She seemed to like it, and we kept talking. She was very attractive, and her... her feet... her soles were facing me..."
Michelle raised an eyebrow.
Interesting...
"Oh, are the soles of a woman's feet exciting to you, Alan? Would they be of particular interest to you?" she asked, knowing the answer already.
"Ye-... yes... soles have always..." he mumbled, trying to tense the muscles in his thighs in a vain attempt to calm his erection.
"I see. We will have to talk about that, but please, continue with your story," Michelle said, scribbling a note onto her notepad. "You were flirting with this attractive older woman, and you could see her soles; then what happened?"
Alan could see in his peripheral vision that Dr Parvati's shoe was swaying and dangling more aggressively from her toes, and he tried to stifle a moan.
Michelle had more success in stifling her giggle.
"Her soles were... I tried not to stare, but they were so... I was wearing dark sunglasses, so I thought that I could get away with looking, but... I think she could tell that I was looking at her soles because she started to rub them together, and scrunch them, like... like she was teasing me with them...
I started to get hard, and... I didn't want to be obvious, but it was... then she took her suncream, and she started to rub it down her legs, and... Oh, God... she lifted her leg and rubbed the suncream... her sole was so beautiful...
She started to tease me, telling me that I was blushing, and stuttering, and asking me did I like what I saw... then she, she..."
Pre-cum dribbled from Alan's cock, and Michelle beamed when she noticed the little damp patch forming on his pants.
"Yes, Alan? What happened?" she encouraged.
"She... she poured more suncream on her hand and brough it to her feet... she... she rubbed the cream all over her beautiful, wrinkly soles... and I couldn't help it... she massaged the cream all over her soles and between her toes, and then she rubbed her creamy soles together, and lifted them in the air so that I could see them... and I... I started to cum in my pants! I tried to hide it, but it was so obvious... I grunted and shook and I came so hard into my swim shorts... Oh, God, it was so mortifying... I had to get up and run... I ran to my room, and I could hear the beautiful woman howling with laughter...
I checked out of the hotel that day, and flew home..."
Alan's cock twitched and quivered, and drooled pre-cum into his pants.
Michelle put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile, and forced a cough to hide her laugh.
"Oh, Alan, that must have been utterly humiliating," Michelle said, fighting to keep her voice steady, "But I have noticed something..."
"Wh-... what?" Alan spluttered.
"Well, Alan, despite my recommendation earlier that you take control of your erection," she said coolly, "it has only grown since then."
Alan's ears and cheeks burned red, and he felt the familiar feeling of sweat soaking through his shirt.
"I'm... I'm sorry, doctor..." he stammered feebly.
"What is interesting, Alan, is that it you have become obviously more erect when you have spoken about certain things. Three things in particular have made your erection more noticeable."
Alan flapped at one of the buttons on his shirt, and tugged at his collar. He felt faint.
"The first I would like to ask you about, Alan, is your fascination with the soles of women's feet; when you spoke about the woman by the pool's soles, you became noticeably more erect. What is it about women's soles that you find so arousing?"
Alan wiped at the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve; it soaked through the cotton.
"I... I... don't know..." he stammered, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. "I... I just..."
"Come now, Alan," Michelle said more firmly, "You know that you do not have to feel embarrassed. I specialise in psychosexual health; I am quite familiar with many fetishes and paraphilias.
But, Alan, everyone's preferences are different, and so in order to help you, I need you to describe your own unique desires. So please, tell me, what is it that you like about women's soles?"
"I... I don't know... honestly..." Alan whimpered, his head spinning.
"Hmmm. Let me approach from a slightly different angle then. What do you like in a pair of woman's soles? What attributes, what characteristics do you prefer and find most arousing? All feet are different, and I imagine that you have your favourites?"
As she spoke, Michelle casually allowed her tan, suede heel to gently drop from her nylon-clad toes. She did not acknowledge it, or react in any way; she wanted to see how Alan would respond. Would he have the balls to say anything? Would he have another accident?
Alan saw the shoe drop, and although he desperately tried not to, he looked down at her foot, and he out a slight gasp as he saw how big, how beautiful it was in its tan nylon. He breathed in deeply through his nose, and out through his mouth, determined to keep control of his orgasm. He was determined not to cum in his pants again.
Alan breathed in deeply again through his nose, but this time he... God, could he smell...?
Michelle watched Alan's face, and crotch, intently. She dug one of her nails into her hand, to keep from laughing.
Unbeknownst to Alan, Michelle had worn this pair of tan nylons every day this week, starting the morning after their first session. She had worn these stockings to the office, to the gym, and even when out running, in the hopes that they would absolutely stink. She was very successful.
The room filled with the stench of several days of Dr Parvati's foot sweat, and Alan had to grip down on the armrests of the chair, and clench every muscle in his legs, to stop himself from blowing his load.
Holy shit... holy shit...
"Please, Alan, you need to answer my questions," Dr Parvati scolded. "What do you like in a woman's soles? What sizes? What shapes?"
Alan breathed in, and tried not to groan as the sweaty aroma filled his nostrils.
"I... I like... I like big soles... big feet," he said, his voice shaking, as he gripped the armrests more tightly, "Big feet, big soles... are beautiful..."
"Oh, really? Interesting, tell me more," Michelle said, doing her best to put on an earnest, inquisitive expression. She gently wriggled and wiggled her toes, hoping that they would catch Alan's attention. She succeeded.
Alan stared at Dr Parvati's wriggling toes, and he almost drooled.
"I like... I like long toes," he mumbled, his eyes still fixed on Michelle's nyloned toes. "And high arches, high arches are beautiful."
"I see," Michelle purred, softly, swaying her foot more vigorously. "This is good Alan, very good. But you mentioned something that I found very curious, something that obviously excited you: when you were talking about the woman's soles, and your erection worsened, you mentioned that they were wrinkly. Tell me, Alan, do you like wrinkly soles?"
Alan felt more pre-cum squirt into his boxer briefs, and he battled to suppress a grunt.
Jesus Christ... Alan didn't know how much longer he could make it...
"Oh Alan, I can see that this conversation is triggering a lot of excitement for you. Now, we don't want you experiencing another accidental orgasm in my office, so please try and calm yourself. I want you to breathe in deeply and slowly through your nose, and then out of your mouth."
Alan hesitated; if he smelled Dr Parvati's sweaty feet anymore, he might...
"Alan, do it. Breathe in deeply through your nose," Dr Parvati said, firmly.
Alan sniffed in deeply, and the sweaty, stinky aroma of Dr Parvati's foot filled his nostrils. It was delicious... Oh, God, it was so stinky...
"Alan, please answer my question. Do you like big, wrinkly soles? What is it about wrinkly soles that excite you so much?"
As she spoke, Dr Parvati leant forward and pretended to scratch an itch on her ankle. She scratched lazily at her ankle, then her heel, then across the arch of her nyloned foot.
Eyes back down here, Alan, that's it. Look at my foot, you little creep.
Alan's gaze followed Dr Parvati's hand down her calf towards her ankle, and it stayed on her foot.
"Yes... Yes. I love big, wrinkly soles..." he moaned, hypnotised by the beautiful sight and delicious stench of Dr Parvati's foot.
"And what is it about big, wrinkly soles that you love, Alan? Why are big, wrinkly soles with high arches so arousing for you? Tell me, Alan," Dr Parvati pressed.
Michelle could not help herself; she now pretended to scratch her shin, then her knee, and in the process, she extended her knee and stretched her leg out towards Alan. She brought her foot out in front of her, so Alan could now admire her big, sweaty sole.
Oh. Fuck.
Alan stared at Dr Parvati's sole, and could see the perfect print of her sweaty foot on the sole of her tan stocking.
Jesus Christ, it was so perfect, so big, so...
"Oh Alan, you are obviously having difficulty controlling your erection! I can see pre-cum building on your pants! Remember, breathe, breathe deeply through your nose, and try and tell me why you love big, wrinkly soles."
Alan breathed in through his nose, and his eyes rolled back in his head as the stench took over.
"I love big, wrinkly soles so much... I love big, stinky, wrinkly soles... Oh, God... Oh, God... Oh, f-fuck, fuck..." he grunted, as his hips began to bucked and his back began to arch.
"Oh, really now, Alan! What did I tell you! You have to learn to control yourself," Michelle admonished, hiding the glee in her voice, as Alan erupted rope after rope of cum into his pants. "Your fixation and prematurity are worse than I thought! Oh, we have so much work to do, if you are to have any hope of having a normal life!"
Alan grunted and groaned and whimpered, as his pants filled with cum.
"Oh, God... fuck... I..."
"I don't think that twice-weekly sessions will be enough, Alan. Your issues are so severe! You have now came twice in front of me! Oh, Alan, oh, Alan..." Dr Parvati chided, smiling.
Tears began to fill Alan's eyes.
Fuck, I'm such a fucking loser! Such a pathetic fucking loser!
"We will have to increase our sessions to three times a week! Of course, I will have to take the payment in advance, but it is necessary! Oh, Alan..." Michelle gloated.
|
[
"nylons",
"foot",
"feet",
"premature",
"cum in pants",
"femdom",
"humiliation",
"therapist",
"doctor",
"therapy"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 05
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-chapter-5
| 4.3 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Takeru lay on top of his covers, his body beaded with sweat, the sheets dampening around him. Damp heat pressed down around him. It wasn't the weather outside. It was the constant, clawing buzz in his brain.
His cock refused to die down. He couldn't keep making excuses to the others why he needed to sit still and hold something in his lap. It seemed safer to go to bed early. Now he was trapped here with nothing to focus on except the endless, pounding ache in his balls.
Takeru writhed on the wet sheets, twisting them loose from the mattress. He held his pillow with both hands, squeezing it in a death grip. If he touched anything below his chest, he might just cum then and there.
The idea of a bath was a joke. His family was all much too eager to throw open the bathroom door and peek inside. And if he spent a half hour floating there with nothing to do, just watching his cock bobbing in the water in front of him, there was only one way it was going to end.
"You'll make the sheets dirty!" his aunt had cried out, when he had refused a bath.
"Tomorrow," he had croaked back.
He need to jerk off. Maybe they would all politely pretend to go deaf. They lived in a paper house. Surely, some kind of feigned ignorance was the polite thing to do.
"I'm going crazy", he whispered into the room, dragging his nails across his scalp.
He wasn't going to sleep. It couldn't go on. He was going crazy. His brain cycled through the words endlessly until he was sure of it.
Takeru kicked at the sheets. Air wasn't getting to his lungs. It was too hot in the room.
His cock pressed into his underwear, stroking itself on the tight fabric, pre-cum beading out through the gaps. He couldn't focus with them clinging so tightly to him. He stripped off the briefs and tossed them aside, where they plopped wetly on the ground.
Takeru's bare cock bobbed free, the fat, purple head glistening as it brushed through the cooler air. It looked so massive, so powerful. If one of the girls walked in and saw it... He whimpered as a stream of pre-cum spilled down the shaft.
The thought of a tongue licking it up shot through him. He got out of bed and slipped his underwear back on.
If he came, the whole house would know what he'd done. His parents would hear about it. Everyone would hear about it. Life would be over.
But he would sleep. He would breathe again. Wasn't that enough?
The mantra ran through his head again. He wasn't going to sleep. It couldn't go on...
But little by little, despite all his certainty, the words lulled him to sleep.
Hair fell across his face, stroking his chin, and Takeru blinked back awake. It was late. It was dark outside the window, and the house was entirely silent. He heard Hana breathing softly in the other room. There was a new set of snores that must belong to his uncle. Miu was cuddled beneath him, wrapped inside his arms.
She was deeply asleep, just like the others in the house. Her body gently rose and fell with each steady breath. She was so small. She fit so perfectly against his chest. Takeru's mouth was pressed to her neck, his hand wrapped across her chest. The small buds of her breasts rested against his arm. If he lowered his arm an inch, he would feel the soft nubs of her nipples peeking out through her shirt.
He clenched every muscle in his body, keeping his cock still. The way it was buried in the cheeks of her ass, there was no way she would sleep through it if it moved.
Miu was wearing only thin, cotton panties tonight. He could feel the seams where they ended, and the smooth skin beyond that. Her body was warm as a furnace. Each rise and fall of her small body stroked at his brain. She was so soft, so vulnerable, so weak and oblivious.
Takeru watched her, his muscles bulging, his breath coming in ragged pants. No one in the world knew she was there, cradled between his arms. His cock burrowed in her tight, round ass. No one could see the thoughts he allowed to flow through his mind. He could feign sleep and hold her like this all night long. No one could blame him for it.
Miu inhaled softly in her sleep, dragging the cheeks of her butt up the length of him, stroking his cock as she moved. She sank into the bed as she breathed out, dragging back down him again..
Takeru bit on his tongue until tears welled in his eyes. His jaw clenched until the teeth creaked. He could almost smell her musky little cunt. Asleep or not, her body knew what it needed. It could feel him there. And he could feel it purring like an engine right back.
He pictured it perfectly: her little white panties gripped in the fat lips of pussy, her little mound seeping out wet need as she ground into him. Her unconscious body was begging for it.
A trickle of pre-cum spilled from him. The dampness spread through his underwear, bleeding into hers, their juices already slopping together. The thought was nearly enough to push him over the edge. He put a hand between his teeth and bit into it. It was all he could do to keep from blowing his load all over the back of the girl's panties.
He could picture it: the thick, white mess soaking down her back. Cleaning her up in a panic with the sheets while she sleepily roused.
"Takeru? What's happened?" she would ask, her voice trembling, all innocence and fear.
He would search for an explanation, some little white lie he could tell her. But there would be nothing to say. He could never look into her sweet little face again.
In his mind, the door slid open and his aunt was there now, too. "Takeru? What are you doing?" she gasped.
He shook the thought away.
And another one replaced it. One of him rolling her onto her belly. He climbed on top of her thighs, straddling her. Her body was a limp little rag doll beneath him. He kicked her legs open, ripped her panties aside, and guided his cock into her. He fucked her hard, using her like a fleshlight as she bucked beneath him. When he came, he filled her so full of cum that it sprayed back out of her. Hot, sloppy seed pooled out between them while she cried out for him to stop.
Maybe he'd just rip those little panties all the way off and ram them into her mouth, holding them there with one hand, keeping her quiet. Then he could go slow. Take his time with her. Paw her tits like an animal as she squirmed and took it. He'd dig into that tight little cunt of hers as she moaned in pleasure against his palm. He'd break her. He'd split that little fucking body of hers in two-
Takeru rose up and dove to the other side of the bed, gasping like a dying man.
He gathered the blankets together with trembling hands and built a wall down the middle of the bed. He turned away, ready to be sick onto the floor.
Takeru glared at the wall, chewing his thumb, trying to think, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. The intrusive thoughts were eating into his brain. They crept back in every time he drove them away. The only way to stop them was to keep rambling on in his mind.
And she was still there. He could feel her steady breaths through the mattress. And the memory was still there, clips of it shooting through his brain. And, worst of all, for the briefest moment, for the smallest little instant, he knew there was some part of him that had decided to do it.
Takeru swallowed. No one would know that. And he would never tell anyone about it. They could never see what he was thinking. But, God help him, for a moment he was going to do it.
And the night still wasn't over.
Groaning, he buried his face into the sheets, mopping the sweat from his head. The idea was revolting again. Some kind of madness was chewing its way through his brain. He dragged his fingernails down his neck, trying to break out of it, too far gone to register the pain.
A new thought took hold of him. More dangerous than the others.
He could brush his hand over her chest, just lightly enough not to wake her up. He had never felt a breast before, but he could picture it clearly: The small pink nipples stroked beneath his palm, growing tighter with every little brush. She would sigh in her sleep as his hands touched her. His mouth would sink into the small of her neck. She would press back into him, some unconscious need for more. He could drift his hand lower...
Takeru shook his head violently, careful not to rock the bed. He bit down hard into his fingernail and counted out the seconds in his head, his eyes unblinking as he went. One, two, three...
An eternity passed. Sleep didn't find him this time. But, little by little, sunlight grew from behind the blinds.
Takeru slipped out of bed, red-eyed and shaking. He needed to jog. He needed to run until his legs collapsed. That or a lobotomy.
Miu didn't budge as he changed into his shorts from the day before. No one else was awake as he slipped out the front door. He stepped outside and hit the ground at a full sprint. Then he was off, tearing down the hills with reckless speed.
There was only one real route through the town below. Two hills down, he crossed a stone bridge and a strip of smaller homes. A few old faces peeped up at him as he flashed by, but he passed them by with only a wave. He tore past the fields of rice, and found more curious faces looking back. He did his best to smile. It was a small town, after all.
The further he pushed on, the more wear the homes showed, and the more lingering damage he spotted from the big storm. Many of the places looked empty. Empty homes gradually gave way to abandoned workshops and the shuttered shops of the main street.
Takeru reached the beach road and jogged down a street half-covered in sand. The sun was rising ahead of him, and warm light fell across his face. He charged on, sprinting across the small bridges that crisscrossed the lower part of town.
It was a small town, though. After ten minutes of running, and he was back on to the road leading home. He wasn't ready to face them, though, not yet. He veered off toward the woods in the east, where the dirt road left a gap in the tree line. It was the same road he had taken coming into town. The same one that would lead him back to civilization someday.
Takeru sprinted faster. His feet pumped like pistons out of control. His shoes slapped a little more unevenly against the asphalt with every mile.
The road sloped sharply upward, and his calves trembled from it. His hamstrings felt stretched to breaking. He hunched, hissing out breaths, and his legs could no longer keep pace. Muscles screamed in protest all across his body, falling out of sync.
Despite everything, his cock was swollen tight. It pulsated down his pant leg. Even the pull of gravity seemed to stroke it as he ran.
His foot caught a loose pebble, and he finally lost control. He skidded off the road, crashing into the grass, and slammed into the rough bark of a tree. He fell to the ground, gasping and dizzy, and laid there for a long while.
When he stepped onto the road again, he was sticky, scratched, and utterly exhausted. But he was flaccid.
Takeru headed home, his bruised leg dragging against the grown as he walked. It was an hour before he reached the front door. Inside, an older couple was sitting beside his aunt in the living room.
"Ah, there you are! Don't scare us like that!" Yumiko gasped. "What happened to you?"
The old man waved his hand dismissively. "We told her we saw you out jogging. He's fine-" The man paused as he noticed the scratches on Takeru's face.
"I'm fine," Takeru assured them, offering a small bow to everyone. "I'm sorry, Aunt Yumiko." He turned to the older couple. "And it's very nice to meet you both."
As he looked at them, something clicked in his memory. "Wait, I know you. Didn't you used to have that stall with the grilled squid?"
The couple nodded their heads.
"This is Mr. Suzuki and his wife," Yumiko said, gesturing to the couple. "They wanted to welcome you to town."
Takeru bowed low to each of them. "I looked for your stall when we went to town yesterday. It was always my mother's favorite. I was very sorry to see it was closed."
Mr. Suzuki sighed and his wife patted his shoulder.
"Well," Takeru went on, "if you ever want to come with me back to Tokyo, I know that we've got no one who can cook like you do. I think you'd do very well up there."
The old man shook his head firmly. "Too loud. I'll die here."
Miu and Hana burst into the living room, saving him from having to respond to that.
"Big brother!" Miu called across the room. "Are you going to walk me to school,?"
His eyes tracked her body as she skipped closer. He pulled his gaze away and shrugged. "I can."
Too late, Takeru noticed he was still filthy from his jog. "Think I have time to change?"
They nodded and Takeru dashed off to his room, kicking his dirty clothes into a corner and hurrying to dress again. A few seconds later, he was in the living room, feeling more presentable.
"I'll be with the other ladies in town today if you need anything," Yumiko told him.
He said the proper goodbyes to the Suzuki's and headed towards town, limping worse than ever. Miu kept them from needing to make small talk, chattering on endlessly and zooming off and on the road as they walked. If she sensed anything off about their nighttime cuddling, she at least didn't show it.
They reached the small strip of homes where Miu's teacher, Mrs. Gima, lived with her husband. The house sat beside a small pond, and seemed quite peaceful. Mrs. Gima was on her porch, sipping tea with a book on her lap. Despite her ninety-two years, she had a piercing sort of a gaze as she looked over him.
"You're the boy from the city?" she called over, her voice clear and firm.
Takeru nodded and bowed as he got close enough. "Yes, ma'am."
"You're attending college next year?"
"Yes, ma'am," he nodded again. "Meiji Gakuin University or Kansai, if I can."
She chewed her lips. "Hm. Perhaps you could rub off on this one," she said, jerking her head in Hana's direction. "Such a waste!"
"Let's leave them to it," Hana said. She tugged his sleeve, pulling him away before he could respond.
"Pick me up tonight!" Miu screeched behind them.
"Come on," Hana whispered, stepping quicker along the path. When they got to the end of the road, she cast a glance around them and sighed. "What now? Do you wanna try the beach again?"
Takeru looked past her, though, toward something higher up. At the top of the hill, overlooking the whole town, he spotted the lighter-colored trees of his grandfather's orchard.
"I know exactly where we should go," Takeru told her, a smile forming on his lips.
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"masturbation",
"rural"
] |
The WPC Guild Pt. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wpc-guild-pt-03
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Lesbian Sex
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Police Constable Katie Ratcliffe did not see her day going like this. This morning, she was on a regular foot patrol in the Cannock town centre, when her personal mobile phone beeped with an alert. The familiar WPC bowler hat icon immediately informed her that someone had requested a guild meet-up.
Her excitement lasted all of 10 seconds when she discovered that the invite was from Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. So first off, this was not so much of an invite but an order, and second, it meant a butt fucking for Katie.
As her heart sank, her radio chirped to life, "Control to 351 over."
Recognising her collar number Katie keyed the radio's mic, "351, go ahead control."
"351, you are to report to the office of Chief Inspector Downing for a special assignment," came the reply.
"Fuck," she said to herself before replying, "Roger control, on my way."
At least she would not have to wait until after her shift to be buggered. With no time to get back to the station to get her car, she flagged down a taxi. She told the driver to wait as she ran into her house, only to emerge 5 minutes later in her dress uniform.
Katie was not the slimmest of women, her size 16 trousers wrapped tightly around her bubble butt. The 16-inch collar of her dress shirt was tight to her neck, with the checked cravat clipped neatly to the front. The buttons on her dress tunic were also straining a little around her 38 C breasts and pot belly.
So here she now was, bent over Chief Inspector Downing's desk, trousers and panties around her ankles, as the senior officer fucked her arse mercilessly.
Chief Inspector Victoria Downing was a career officer; she was in her mid-40s and rose to the rank of Chief Inspector fairly quickly and was now a commander of the Cannock division. She always wanted to be a policewoman from an early age, and her career had consumed her. The biggest casualty was her marriage, it did not survive the long hours she put into the job, and the last straw was when Vicky put off having children one time to many.
Though she loved her job, she had a lot of pent-up resentment towards it. This had made her a stern boss that her underlings walked on eggshells around, and she resented officers who managed a balanced work and personal life balance. So, when she wanted to use the guild to blow off some steam, she always picked a constable who was married, and her resentment always bubbled to the surface as she used them for her own pleasure.
So, this is how newlywed Katie found herself at the mercy of Vicky. Vicky was fucking her that was never in doubt as there was anger in her thrust, and Katie just had to hang on and bear it.
"Look at that fat arse," Vicky tormented Kaite, "Fat cows like you are a fucking disgrace to the uniform."
Just two short months ago, Katie felt like a princess in her wedding gown, and now this bitch was stripping her of what body confidence she had. Tears welled up in her eyes as the words hurt as deep as the silicon cock tearing up her arsehole.
Katie had used the services of the guild twice before, with fellow constables. Those had been mutual, sensual experiences, but this was nothing short of torture. Katie clamped her eyes closed and tried to take her mind to a happier place.
WHACK
Vicky smacked Katie's arse hard with a wooden desk ruler.
"You are just a lump of flesh for me to use," Vicky's torments continued, "The cunts on the streets call us pigs, but in your case, you really are a fucking pig."
With the lack of lube and the force of the thrusts, Katie felt like she was being buggered by a rod wrapped in barbed wire.
WHACK, Vicky wrapped her arse cheek again with the ruler.
"Oink for me piggy," Vicky demanded, she was in a seriously bad mood today.
Katie ignored her desperate to try and retain some dignity.
WHACK
"I SAID OINK FOR ME, YOU FAT BITCH," Vicky screamed in Katie's ear.
Tears now streamed down Katie's face, as she let out a defeated cry, "Oink".
"I CANN'T HEAR YOU," Vicky screamed at her.
"OINK," Katie screamed, now an emotional wreck.
The power trip was enough to cause Vicky to climax as her cervix spasmed around the silicon cock in her pussy. She threw her head back in orgasmic rapture.
Coming down from her climax she regained her composure, looking down at the young constable she just sodomised. She felt a ping of guilt at how she treated the younger woman, but not enough to apologies for her actions.
She pulled the silicon cock from Katie's gapping arse and reached between her legs grabbing Katie's panties and yanking them up Katie's legs. Taking the delicate material in hand, she used it as a rag to clean the spots of feces and blood from her fake cock.
After she was happy the cock was clean, she turned her back on the weeping constable draped over her desk. She removed the cock from her own pussy, and pulled the hem of her skirt back down.
Vicky put the dildo into her desk drawer, and addressed Katie, "I'm done with you and I have work to do, pull yourself together and fuck off."
Katie slowly rose from the desk, a hand instinctively feeling her ruined sphincter. She winced in pain as her finger traced around the wide gaping hole. Vicky sat at her desk, getting back to work as if Katie was invisible.
Katie pulled her panties, and trousers back up, and picked up her bowler hat. Without any further words exchanged, Katie left the room and headed to her car. An hour later she was home, naked, soaking in a hot bath. She felt used and violated by Downing, she knew she had to play a submissive role with a senior officer, but she was not expecting to be treated like dirt.
Just after she started to feel human again her mobile phone rang.
"Hello," she said into the phone.
"Constable Radcliffe, this is Chief Inspector Karen Cooke," came the voice on the other end of the phone.
Weary from her afternoon's activities, she answered, "How can I help you, Ma'am."
Chief Inspector Cooke continued, "I'm the Staffordshire constabulary representative for the guild. I understand you had a session with Chief Inspector Victoria Downing this afternoon, can I ask how she treated you?"
A fresh tear ran down Katie's face, "She sodomised me without concern for my comfort. She verbally abused me, and then dismissed me without any regard after she was done."
"This is what I was afraid of," Karen said, "We have had similar reports from other officers who have spent time with her. Can I ask if you are physically damaged?"
Katie snorted, "My rectum feels like the channel tunnel, and I'm still passing a little blood. My bum cheeks are still stinging from the whipping from her ruler. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain the welts to my husband if he sees them."
"I'm sorry to hear that constable," Karen replied, trying to sound empathetic, "Even though you are to be submissive to a senior officer, that is not a license for them to act abusive. Rest assured her behaviour has been noted, and action will be taken."
With that the call ended, and Katie was left to her own thoughts at what that action might be.
Several hours had passed since Karen had called Katie, and now she was sitting alone in her office. She had just ended a video call with the senior policewomen who supervise the guild around the UK. The subject of the call was the behaviour of Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. The call had lasted nearly 2 hours and the sun had just dipped below the horizon.
After closing the screen on her notebook, Karen reached up and tugged her cravat free from her collar, quickly followed by releasing the top 3 buttons of her pristine white shirt. She sighed as she rubbed her tired neck, it had been a long day, but there were still things that had to be done, but that could wait till tomorrow.
The following morning, Chief Inspector Victoria Downing hung up her hat and tunic on her coat stand as she entered her office. She fired up her notebook and started to read her emails whilst sipping her peppermint tea.
A new meeting request popped up from Chief Inspector Karen Cooke based at the Leek police station. Vicky had met her a couple of times in the past at the regional headquarters, but they have never had a one-to-one. She also noticed that the meeting was to be held at the Leek station.
"Cheeky bitch, that is 40 miles away," Vicky scoffed.
She was about to hit the decline button when it suddenly greyed out. A new notification indicated that Deputy Chief Constable Becky Riggs, the most senior policewoman for the Strafford constabulary had accepted on her behalf. Then her calendar was updated cancelling all her appointments for the day.
"What the fuck," Vicky said to herself as her day was rescheduled before her eyes.
The meeting was in just over an hour, so she had to leave straight away. 10 minutes later she was driving north on the A460 towards Leek. She had a nervous ache in the pit of her stomach; this was not a meeting but a summons. Karen Cooke was the same rank as her, she surely would not be giving her a bollocking for something she does not even know what she has done.
The traffic was mercifully light and Vicky arrived at Leek station in just over an hour. Parking up, she headed for the front desk.
A middle-aged man, greying and balding manned the desk.
"Chief Inspector Downing to see Chief Inspector Cooke," She announced to the officer.
"May I see your identification please Ma'am," The officer requested.
Already on a short fuse, she scoffed at the officer as she fished her warrant card out of her handbag.
The officer pointed to the bank of plastic chairs and said, "Thank you, ma'am, please take a seat and I'll let Chief Inspector Cooke know that you are here."
Vicky scoured at him before taking a seat next to the other people waiting to be seen. Vicky felt like she was sitting with a bunch of tramps in their cheap tracksuits, greasy hair, and bad teeth.
"Thank you, constable," Karen said as she put her phone down.
She was sitting at her desk working through reports when the call came through announcing Vicky's arrival. Karen was in no rush to rescue her from the front office and returned to her reports.
After 20 minutes she hit send on the last email she had to deal with and stretched. Today she was dressed more casually in the standard duty uniform consisting of black combat trousers, heavy boots, and a black Lycra polo shirt with a zip up front. She decided to wear this uniform as a show of disrespect for Vicky, customarily she would be in her shirt and cravat, but that was not the message she was giving today.
A PCSO (police community support officer) entered the front office and beckoned for Vicky to follow her. Vicky followed the PCSO as she was led to Karen's office. After knocking, they both entered.
"Thank you, PCSO Clark," Karen smiled at the PCSO, before dropping the smile as she turned to Vicky.
The PCSO left, as Karen remained seated and stared at Vicky. Vicky shuffled uncomfortably like a schoolgirl sent to the headmaster's office.
Karen opened a drawer took out a folder, placed it on the desk, and opened it. She started to read the first page, the atmosphere in the room was tense.
"Chief Inspector Downing, do you know why you have been summoned here today?" Karen asked not looking up from the file.
"No," Vicky replied, her anger starting to boil over at the lack of respect she was being afforded.
Karen took a sheet of A4 paper and slapped it down on her desk like a piece of key evidence in a murder trial. Vicky leaned forward to try and read the sheet of paper.
"You may, or may not know that I am the supervising officer for the policewoman's guild for Staffordshire," Karen announced, "After several reports of mistreatment of junior officers during sessions, you are hereby severed with a red notice."
"You fucking dragged me all the way over here because I got a little rough with the constables I shagged?" Vicky replied.
"A little rough, the last one had to call in sick today as her arse is still bleeding," Karen shot back, "Yes you have to fuck them in the arse, but you don't have to be sadistic about it."
"So, what does this red notice mean?" Vicky inquired.
Karen rose from her desk and leaned towards Vicky, "It means that your privileges are revoked."
"So, you are kicking me out of the guild then," Vicky said.
Karen smiled, "Oh no, you are still in the guild but you are on probation. Until the guild sees fit to take you off probation you are now hold the same rights as a PCSO."
"PCSO?" Vicky said, her eyes widening, "That means."
"Yes, that means that anyone from the rank of constable up can request you for a session and you cannot refuse, and also you will get fucked in your arse," Karen said gleefully.
Vicky shook her head, "And if I refuse?"
Karen stood up walked around the desk, and stood toe to toe with Vicky, "You can leave me your warrant card before you leave."
"You cannot do that," Vicky scoffed.
Karen leaned in so their noses were nearly touching, "Oh, you find I can. You will not be the first officer to be drummed out of the service on trump-up charges, you might even get some prison time."
Vicky had tears welling in her eyes, she was fucked and she knew it.
"Now, as you said to Constable Radcliffe yesterday, I'm done with you so fuck off," Karen said, turning her back on Vicky.
Vicky just stood there in stunned silence, and Karen said forcefully, "FUCK OFF!"
Vicky stiffened up straight, turned on her heels, and left the office. Since her schedule had been cleared, she decided to head home.
On the drive home, she had to pull her car into a layby and she wept uncontrollably for a good 15 minutes. Deep down she knew she was a bitch, she could play the victim and say that she was dealt a rough hand, but truth be told this was her own making. Before she joined the force, she was a kind outgoing person, but as she climbed the promotions ladder her hyper-focus on the job made her withdraw and she became a bitter bitch. It was time to make some changes and try and get back to the good person she used to be.
Once she was home, she changed out of her uniform into some sweatpants, made a large mug of coffee, and curled up on the sofa to watch daytime TV. Just as she finished her coffee her phone buzzed with a notification.
Her eyes widened when she saw the unmistakable WPC hat icon on her screen, it was a message from the guild. With apprehension, she opened the app and saw she had an invite for a session.
The invitation was from a PC Emily Gabbott, out of the Lichfield station, she requested a visit at her home this afternoon. Vicky went to push the decline button, but it was greyed out. She rolled her eyes, she had no choice but to submit to this junior officer. Her name was familiar so Vicky scrolled through her app history, sure enough, she had PC Gabbott over for a session a few months ago.
She sighed, if she was like any of her other typical sexual partners Emily was treated badly, and this was going to be payback. Shaking her head she knew that this was not going to be pleasant for her.
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you abused these girls, and payback is going to be a bitch, and you are the bitch" Vicky said to herself aloud.
She was determined to take her medicine and steeled herself for a hard buggering. She then headed back to her bedroom to get redressed in her uniform.
28-year-old Emily Gabbott was on her second rest day after a string of night shifts. She was planning on hooking up with another PC on the guild app when she noticed the bulletin about Chief Inspector Victoria Downing. The bulletin read that due to the mistreatment of junior officers she had been put on probation, and this meant she was now ranked as a PCSO in the guild and fair game for any PC to fuck.
Emily thought back to when Downing had her bent over a table and fucked her arse raw. She belittled her and treated her like a piece of meat. It was several days before she could sit comfortably again. No, she saw this opportunity to get her own back and planned to grasp it with both hands.
After sending the invite, Emily smiled as she headed upstairs to get ready. She laid her dress uniform skirt, shirt, and cravat out on the bed, before adding a set of black lacy underwear complete with stockings. She then hit the shower and as the water washed over her naked body, her clit tingled at the things she was going to do to the bitch Chief Inspector.
An hour later she was sat on her sofa, fully dressed in her uniform with her checked cravat clipped perfectly straight on the collar of her pristine white shirt. She sipped a gin and tonic as she waited for her prey to arrive, her pussy moist with anticipation.
The doorbell rang, and Emily knew it would be the Chief Inspector. As she opened the door to her flat, she saw Downing standing prim and proper in her uniform.
"Come in," Emily ordered the fallen senior officer, and Downing did as she was told.
"Vicky isn't it," Emily asked her.
"Yes, you are Emily," Vicky replied.
Emily smiled and shook her head, "No, I'm Emily to my friends, you will refer to me as ma'am."
Vicky knew her place here, lowered her head, and said, "Yes ma'am."
Emily led Vicky to her living room and ordered her to stand in the middle of the room, whilst she popped to her bedroom to retrieve something. Vicky was still standing where she was ordered, and watched Emily re-enter the room, now carrying her strap-on dildo.
Emily sat in an armchair opposite Vicky and ordered, "On your knees, crawl over here and lick me out."
"Yes ma'am," Vicky replied, before removing her hat, sank to her knees, and crawled towards the junior officer.
Emily parted her legs as Vicky approached her, allowing Vicky access to her sex. Vicky took the hem of Emily's skirt and slowly lifted it up to reveal her black lacy panties. She rested the hem of the skit on Emily's torso leaned in, and ran her tongue over the front of the panties.
The fabric was already moist with Emily's juices, and Vicky started to lick the panties with a steady rhythm. Emily started to moan every time Vicky caught her clit. Vicky actually felt pride in stimulating Emily's cunt, and proceeded to pull the delicate material to the side, allowing her full access to Emily's folds.
With her tongue strumming Emily's clit, her fingers enter the junior officer's pussy, causing her back to arch with delight. Though Vicky was doing this under duress, she felt like she had taken some control of the situation she found herself in. Her goal was to get Emily off as quickly as possible, and maybe she would let her go, but her plan was working too well, and Emily was in no rush to let the senior officer leave so soon.
After Emily came down from her first orgasm of the day, she grabbed the tight bun of hair atop of Vicky's head and pulled her away from her pussy, and again Emily ordered her, "Go kneel in the center of the room and wait for your next instruction."
Vicky complied, and she was surprised to feel her own pussy starting to moisten, this new submissive role was starting to titillate her in a way acting the dominator never did. She had a sense of desire to be told what to do by her mistress, she was so tired of acting like the hard-nosed senior officer, making decisions and barking orders. Today she relished in being the one led, instead of the one leading.
Emily now stood directly in front of the kneeling Vicky, she had removed her skirt and now had the double-ended dildo strapped to her pussy, Vicky was now resigned to getting buggered, and hoped that Emily was not the same type of bitch she had been to her.
"Open your mouth and get this cock into your throat," Emily commanded, "I'm going to fuck that bitch arse of yours, and it is up to you to get this cock slick enough with your mouth, before I shove it in your arsehole."
It had been a few years since she had any kind of cock in her mouth, and she gagged several times as she tried to get as much of the silicon invader into her mouth. Emily looked down at the Chief Inspector trying to deepthroat the dildo, a sense of immense satisfaction on her face. When the roles were reversed, Vicky had just pushed Emily over a table, flipped her skirt up, and entered her without lube. But seeing the senior officer giving her a blowjob, gagging as the tip entered her throat was sweet revenge for Emily.
When the cock head entered Vicky's throat, Emily grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her further on the cock and held her there. Vicky's face grew red and her eyes bulged and watered as she fought for breath. When Emily thought Vicky would pass out, she eased the cock out of her airway to allow her to catch her breath. Emily continued this treatment of the fallen Chief Inspector several times, her brunette hair which was just a short time ago held in a tight neat bun, had stray hairs all over the place. The subtle lipstick was now smeared around her mouth, and her mascara had run down her cheeks from the streams of tears from her eyes.
Vicky was feeling utterly humiliated, but it was making her extremely horny, and her panties were soaked. Her bravado melted with every plunge of the dildo into her throat. After several minutes Emily did not need to hold Vicky's head as she impaled herself deeper and deeper on the fake cock. Emily thought to herself that this bitch was getting off on this, that was not the plan, she wanted her to be humiliated and humbled, not fucking turned on.
Emily pushed Vicky onto her back, "Here it comes bitch, I hope you made this cock wet enough, or I'm going to tear you up like you did me."
Vicky whimpered with anticipation, she was amazed at this new submissive side of her she had never seen before, the words that came out of her mouth were equally shocking to her, "I'm ready ma'am, take me, use me for your pleasure. Fuck my bitch arse raw, fuck the bitch out of me."
Emily watched in amazement as Vicky pulled up her skirt, removed her panties, and lifted her legs high and wide allowing the junior constable access to her sphincter. Emily knelt between Vicky's legs, and looked into her face, Vicky looked so desperate to be penetrated by Emily that she almost felt sorry for her, almost.
"OH FUCK!" Vicky screamed, eyes bulging as the dildo forced its way into her back passage.
Mercilessly Emily kept pushing into her prey, looking at the pain and terror on the senior officer's face as her bowels were being opened up, with a smile Emily said, "Fucking take it you cow, this is for me, and all the other policewomen you have sodomised without mercy."
"YES, I WAS A BITCH!" Vicky panted as she felt her insides opening to accommodate the dildo, "FUCK ME HARD, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR JUICES RUN INTO MY ARSE, MY BODY IS YOURS FOR THE USING!"
Emily withdrew the cock so that only the head remained inside Vicky, paused a second before ramming the full length back into her. As the strokes gained a rhythmic speed, Vicky became transfixed on Emily's check cravat on her collar as it fluttered forward on the out stroke, and back tight against her shirt on the in stroke. It was one of the most erotic things she had seen, and her body was responding to the plowing of her arse.
It hit her out of the blue and Vicky screamed, "OH SHIT, I'M CUMMING!"
The Stimulation in Emily's pussy was also growing, she knew it would not be long until she squirted her pussy juices of the senior officer below her. She decided to humiliate the bitch further.
She pulled out Vicky's arse, "On your knees you cunt," she ordered.
Vicky complied, and watched as Emily removed the dildo from her pussy.
"Open your tunic," Emily commanded as she stood back in front of Vicky.
Vicky unbuttoned her tunic and slid it off her shoulders revealing her pristine white shirt and cravat. With a wicked grin on her face, Emily reached down and tore open Vicky's shirt, revealing her white bra. Emily parted the tattered front of the shirt front and pulled down the cups of the bra allowing Vicky's tits to spill out. Vicky's collar had remained fastened, but her cravat had fallen off, and Emily picked it up and clipped it back to her collar.
Emily stood up, parted her legs so that her pussy was directly over Vicky's face, and started to finger her own clit.
"When I cum, I squirt," Emily announced, "And I'm going to cum all over your face."
To Emily's continued surprise, she watched Vicky tilt her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out. This was all the sight Emily needed to have her orgasm hit.
Long gushes of lady juices fired from Emily's pussy, hitting Vicky square in the face. The juices were in her eyes, hair, and some into her mouth. As Emily's orgasm subsided, she saw the Vicky that a hot sticky mess, her hair dishevelled and matted from sweat and cum juice, the same juice making her cheeks glisten. Finally, the juices running off of her face soaking into her white shirt turning it translucent.
Vicky sat back and licked her lips as her hand rubbed the pussy juice into her right tit.
"This was supposed to be a punishment, and you got off on it?" Emily said looking down on the drenched senior officer.
Vicky smiled, "It was supposed to be, I was dreading this encounter since you invited me here. But I've never felt so horny and being treated like shit. When you came on my face, I came again too."
Emily was angry, but also a little proud of herself.
Emily was shocked when Vicky stood up and kissed her square on the lips, "Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, I hope we can do it again sometime."
Emily did not say anything, she picked up the dildo, took Vicky's hand, and led her to her bedroom.
A few minutes later, they were on Emily's bed, both were now only wearing their shirts and cravats, both open with their breasts rubbing against each other. Their mouths mashed together, as Emily fucked Vicky's pussy. This time the sex was sensual and they took their time as they explored each other's bodies as they headed to what would be many more orgasms of the day.
The next morning after they had fucked again, after sleeping in their uniforms, Vicky had showered, ate breakfast, and borrowed some fresh clothes from Emily.
As Emily was showing her out Vicky said, "Thank you for showing me what mutual lovemaking feels like again, it has been far too long since I could let myself go like that."
"My pleasure ma'am," Emily replied, now back to her submissive role since the session had ended.
As Vicky got back into her car, her phone buzzed, the WPC hat icon appeared, and she had an invite she could not refuse to visit a PC Sarah Collins. The thought of another session of submissive buggery made her pussy moisten, and she headed home for a clean uniform shirt.
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[
"police",
"wpc",
"uniform",
"policewoman",
"shirt and tie",
"strap-on",
"shirt and cravat"
] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-02
| 4.4 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 3
I didn't think. I just obeyed. I stumbled to the door, my movements unsteady, slowed by alcohol. I could barely walk straight. I leaned against the wall like an invisible crutch. The drunkenness twisted my stomach and numbed my legs--it wasn't the first time I drank this much, but rarely had I been this far gone, this early.
I unlocked the door. Then, somehow, I made my way back upstairs to the bedroom, undressing as best I could, tripping over my clothes. I lay down on the bed, naked, offered. I waited. And in that waiting, some part of me already knew: this man could ask me anything, and I would say yes. Fuck. I hadn't even seen him yet.
I heard the front door open, then close. Silence. My heart was pounding in my chest like a wild beast.
"Up here," I murmured.
He appeared in the doorway. And, against all expectations, I found him handsome. Truly handsome. A raw, masculine beauty--a presence. He looked at me without a word, then unbuttoned his jeans, let his boxers fall, and stepped forward, naked, his cock hard and aimed at me.
"Come on, beautiful. Suck me."
I sat up, obedient, and took his cock in my mouth. He guided me gently, with small gestures and a few low, rough words.
"Don't make me come yet, princess. I want to take you first. You're gonna drain my balls, little slut."
His words, his voice, entranced me. I trembled with desire. He stopped me.
"That's enough. Lie down now."
I obeyed, short of breath.
"You're soaking wet, baby. What a pleasure you're going to be."
He entered me. Slowly, without a word, without rushing. His body against mine. Then, suddenly, he started to thrust harder.
"I'm going to come, baby."
I came too. Hard. With a cry. A rare, searing orgasm that shook me from the inside. It had been years since I'd come like that. With Jeremy, I always faked it. Always. But now, for the first time in so long, it was real. My body said yes.
He pulled out. We lay there, panting, silent. I could still feel his hands on my hips. He looked at me gently:
"Kiss me, princess."
I leaned in, pressed my lips to his.
"You smell like booze... You've been drinking."
"Yes. A lot."
"You drink often?"
"Every day. Actually... I need another glass right now."
I got up, unsteady. I stumbled.
"Whoa, princess. Are you sure you should keep drinking?"
"Yes."
He followed me to the kitchen. I poured myself a vodka and Coke.
"Want a drink? I have to stop by 4 p.m. My husband's home around 8. I need at least four hours to come down. It's only 11:30--I've got time."
"No thanks. Here--take this instead. It'll help you drink."
He pulled out a small plastic bag, unfolded it carefully, then a credit card. He drew four neat lines on the table.
"This'll keep you going."
Without ceremony, he snorted two lines, one in each nostril. Then handed me the straw.
"Your turn."
"I don't know... I've never done this."
"Don't argue. I know what you need."
I leaned in. Snorted hard. A sharp burn tore through my nose. Then a warmth, immediate. Euphoria surged. It felt like the world was clearing, the drunkenness dissolving, my head opening up. I did the second line in one go.
"Woooow... Your stuff is... so good."
Chapter 4
I laughed--nervously--like a little girl who'd just stolen a forbidden apple.
"You know you're ruining me, right?" I whispered, my eyes still wet with pleasure, the straw trembling between my fingers.
He came closer, took my chin between his thumb and forefinger with that raw gentleness I had always searched for and never found. His gaze--steady, sovereign--pierced right through me.
"No, princess. I'm giving you back your true nature. That's not the same thing."
A shiver ran down my spine. That kind of sentence, in any other man's mouth, would have sounded fake, ridiculous. But not here. Not with him. In his voice, there was a quiet authority, almost mystical. I wanted to believe everything he said. Instantly.
"You want another line?" he asked.
I nodded without answering and snorted the last one without hesitation. This time, the sensation was different. Sharper. More immediate. My heart sped up, my thoughts raced in all directions, and I felt my body grow light, as if it were dematerializing. No more anxiety. No more fatigue. Nothing left but that artificial clarity, that electric lucidity.
He looked at me, amused.
"There. Now you're perfect."
I think I laughed again. A strange laugh, a little mad, too big for my face.
"I want you again," I whispered.
I pulled him by the hand back to the bedroom. He followed, both dominant and docile, with that mix of virile presence and sharp calm that drove me wild. I was naked, so was he. Nothing between us but tension, drugs, and hunger.
This time, he didn't speak. He just took me. Hard. From behind, against the wall, without warning. And I screamed. Screamed to feel alive. So the world would finally hear that I existed--loud and raw.
Everything had become electric. My body was on fire. My skin, hypersensitive, caught every breath like a shiver. I was out of myself, on the verge of bursting. And he, always, kept control of the rhythm. He possessed me. Literally.
Afterwards, I crawled onto the bed, dizzy, still laughing, breathless. I had no idea what time it was. I didn't care. Time no longer existed.
He lay down beside me, lit a cigarette, handed me one. I took it. My hands were shaking a little. We smoked in silence, like two accomplices after the perfect heist.
"You do this often?" he finally asked.
I turned my head toward him, slowly.
"No. Never. I mean... not like this. Not for real."
He smiled. A sad smile. Almost tender.
"Then why today?"
I blew smoke into the air, as if trying to find the answer in the swirling trails.
"Because I think I wanted it to happen. Because I couldn't take pretending anymore. Because I needed someone to really look at me. Even if it was you."
He nodded, almost respectfully.
"And do you regret it?"
I stared at the ceiling. My fingers played with the cigarette ash.
"No. Not yet. Not now. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tonight. But right now--no. Right now, I exist."
|
[
"dominant",
"alcohol",
"corruption",
"drugs",
"prostitution",
"adultery"
] |
Journey of a Submissive Bottom 06
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/journey-of-a-submissive-bottom-06
| 4.66 | null |
Gay Male
|
6th Chapter in Series: The Journey of A Submissive Bottom
Chapter 1:
Nick is home alone and bored so he decides to go to the gym instead of jerking off. He does a work out as the gym is closing, noticing only the night manager is there as the other gym goers have left.
The night manager, Vince waited until Nick went alone to the locker room and made him an offer. He could stay in the locker room till he has him front desk employee leave and Vince can fuck his plump ass, or he could leave and never get the offer again.
Nick stays, and when Vince comes back in the locker room, he has Nick wear a jock strap as Nick sucks his dick. After he cums down Nick's throat, he wants to fuck his ass.
Vince takes Nick to his office, bends his over the desk and fucks him. Nick fully getting into it and begging for more.
After they finish Nick tells Vince to stop by his place as he lives alone, which Vince is happy to hear.
Chapter 2:
Nick has Vince over again, and while showing him the new jock straps he got, he sucks Vince, before he is bent over and fucked hard and rough.
Once they are done, Nick asks about hook up sites and Vince suggests one to Nick. After Vince leaves Nick creates a profile on the site.
A bit of conversations led him to find a dominate man online who started to ask Nick how willing he was to submit to a man. After the man was pleased with his answers he gave him his first task, get a set of butt plugs and logged off for the evening.
Chapter 3:
Nick follows through with his task the next day, getting the three butt plugs as instructed. Going home he eagerly tried the smallest one, as he began to talk to his online master.
After a bit of teasing and submitting, Nick found out his name is Ben, and Ben would be joining him the next evening at his place.
When Ben arrived he asserted his domination, face fucking Nick in the living room, before moving on to pounding his ass while he begged on his bed. After they fucked, Ben asked Nick some questions on how far he would go, impressing Ben with each of his naughty and slutty answers.
Chapter 4:
Ben returns the next night, Nick sucks him and teases him with his plump ass to start the night. Ben asking Nick more about his past and what he is willing to do.
After a good sucking the two go to the bedroom, with Ben pounding Nick hard and rough before cumming deep in his ass.
Before leaving, Ben sets up their next meeting in a few days. One in which Nick will suck off some of Ben's friends and even end up tied up being fucked hard by Ben to conclude the evening. That plan left Nick even hornier than he started the evening.
Chapter 5:
After a day of work, Nick gets home and cleans up while day dreaming. After purchasing restraints for his bed for his upcoming meeting with his Master, he started to think about Vince.
Nick went to the gym after getting cleaned up, and after putting on a good show with his plump ass, so good a young woman asked about him at the front desk, Vince finally met him in the locker room.
After closing up, Nick sucks Vince in the locker room, and Vince quickly takes him to his office to fuck him. Before doing so he took a couple of pictures and videos of Nick's plump ass, telling Nick he was going to show them off to his wife.
Vince pounding Nick, sending him home leaking cum. Not before making a plan for the next night, as well as Vince telling Nick he would text him in the morning after his wife saw the video.
Characters:
Nick - He is 5'9 with a good build. Nick had a very welcoming smile, shorter brown hair and brown eyes. He went to the gym often since he was single and had the time, so his body did show that. His nice broad shoulders on a great set of arms. Not huge and bulky but firm and well shaped.
What was really impressive about his body was his lower half. As he did a lot of work on his legs and thighs it showed. Nick has thick and strong thighs and the most impressive was a plump and sexy ass.
Vince - He stood 6'1, with a strong muscular build. With strong broad shoulders and arms he looked like he could strangle a bear if he needed to. He also has a great chest and strong thighs. He sported a thick and big cock, almost 8 inches, that all his partners enjoyed.
Ben - Nick's currently unnamed online dominate. This man was handsome and looked great for 41. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. An easy smile, is about 6'1 with a solid build, not fat but not muscular. Then the impressive cock was there, all 9 inches of thickness.
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A groan went through the room as Nick rolled out of bed. His legs sore from the work out the night before. Both the one in the gym and in the office. The mirror showed Nick that his ass was no longer red, but he could still feel that it was a bit tender.
He brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day. He didn't have plans until later, but he knew if he just laid around all day, he wouldn't be ready and energized for the evening.
He checked his phone and so far no text from Vince. It's only 8:15am, Nick thought, so it sill maybe coming in a bit. Nick wanted to know what Vince's wife said. Not to impress her, but just so Vince could brag about him. He took a lot of pride and happiness about that.
In the back of his mind his naughty thoughts started to take over. He wished he knew what Vince's wife looked like as he wanted to get an image of someone watching him take Vince's cock. He wondered if that could happen.
That made him wonder if she would play with them? Would Nick be able to please her too? Would he want too? She must be hot he thought as Vince is himself, so why wouldn't he want to see a woman like that naked and possible taste her?
The thought didn't disgust him, and actually seemed to get his cock going. His mind went to what would have happened if the blonde girl was waiting for him last night, and instead barged in and saw him getting fucked by Vince.
The thought of someone watching him get fucked really began to turn him on, and made him even more excited for his time with his master.
Nick had time to eat a small breakfast and was just about to run out to the grocery store when he got a text. He smiled as he saw it was from Vince and quickly opened it.
'She wants to know your workout.lol' Vince's message said.
'Squats and legs two times a week, your cock three times preferably more.' Nick sent back with a wink emoji.
'Oh that can happen for you both for sure. Already one each in the past 12 hours.' Vince replied.
Nick was curious to know if he fucked his wife yesterday before work, or maybe after she saw the videos. So he asked, 'really? This morning?'
'Yeah, she was jealous with how big and thick your ass was and gave me hers after a shower. Asking me over and over if her ass was better than yours.' Vince said.
'And how did you answer?' Nick replied quickly wanting to know.
'I lied and said hers was.' Vince replied with a bunch of laughing emojis.
That really made Nick smile, he didn't realize how amazing his ass was till this past week, and it seems to keep brining him more and more happiness the more he let these lovely big dicked dominate men fuck him.
'That is quite the compliment.' Nick replied back.
'It is, because honestly she has a pretty thick ass herself. But yours just curves so perfectly and plumps up so nice it's hard to beat.' Vince sent back.
Nick felt like a desired slut. This man just talking about his ass like it was a sex symbol.
'Seems all the working out is finally paying off.' Nick sent back.
'Oh it very much is, so much so I was wondering if you wanted to try something a bit different tonight.' Vince replied.
So many thoughts ran through Nick's mind quickly on what it could be. He quickly responded, 'sure, what's the idea.'
'Well I don't know if you would be down for it, but part of her argument on why her ass was better was how it looked in panties, so i think we should judge that.' Vince told Nick via text.
Nick was a bit shocked at the request, but having already told his master Ben, he would wear a bikini, he didn't see it as to much different. Plus with how much he recently was comparing his own plump ass to women's, the thought of seeing it did intrigue him.
'I would be ok with that, I just don't own any, and would feel a bit weird buying them alone.' Nick sent.
He was waiting for the reply, when it hit him he could order them online. Nick had already bought some toys, he could easily find some online. He just didn't know what types or even what to buy that Vince thought was sexy.
Just as he was about to text him his new idea, he got a reply back from Vince. 'You don't need to buy any, well unless you enjoy it and want to after. You can wear my wife's.'
Nick's eye's felt like they were going to pop out of his head reading that. 'We are the same size?' He asked.
'Sort of. The jock strap you wore is a medium, and while it would be tight for you to wear comfortably all day, it works well for short term sex fun. Her panties are mediums too, so while it may hug you tight, it will show off that ass perfectly.' Vince replied.
Nick really didn't know if Vince was right about the size, but he just went with it. He also liked the idea of waiting on buying some to see if he liked it. It's not like it would be a long wait as Vince was coming over that evening, but the more he thought about himself in panties, the more he liked it.
He knew his ass would look great, and honestly if you put him in panties and fucked him, based off the camera angle you couldn't tell if it was a man or woman.
'Works for me,' Nick sent back over.
'Good. I should be to you by 10:15pm. I get out quickly if there is no thick ass slut that needs punishment.' Vince teased him.
'I'll make sure to be cleaned out and ready. Should I be in a jock strap or just naked and ready to change?' Nick asked.
'How about I drop off the panties before work, and you open up the door wearing only them.' Vince playful asked.
While that seemed like a lot, Nick loved the idea, plus it meant Vince would stop by before work too.
The two set up for Vince to stop by around 1:30pm as he starts at 2pm. Nick tried to bump it to have him arrive earlier but understood when he said he was spending time with his wife until then.
Nick hurried out and got all his errands done, apartment cleaned and new sheets, and walked into his living room at 12:45pm. With nothing left to do he began to let his mind wonder. Thinking about more fun and naughty things he wanted to do with both Ben and Vince, even wondering if he could get the two to team up on him one night.
While he knew it would be a very rough and painful fucking, he knew it would also be one we would happily enjoy. As his horny mind wandered, he saw it was 1:05pm. He jumped up and ran to the shower. Using another kit to clean himself out, he did so. He knew Vince would maybe have ten to fifteen minutes tops to play, but he wanted to be ready in case.
Cleaned up and just dried off, he got a text from Vince saying he was five minutes away. Nick quickly got on a shirt, the last clean jock strap, and shorts. It would be day time opening the door this time, so he didn't want to show something on accident.
His dryer went off as he walked out of the room, happy as if this one got ruined in the action, his others were just finished being cleaned.
When the knock came on his door Nick opened the door and Vince stepped in with a smile. He had a small bag in his hand that Nick noticed as he shut the door.
"Always happy to see me." Vince said with a smile glancing down.
Nick smiled as his cock was fully hard and pointing directly out. Being by Vince and all the sexual tension did that to Nick so quickly and easily.
"Yeah," Nick said with a smile.
"Good, why don't you show me. You probably won't get a load out of me, but you should taste it for sure." Vince said and began to walk to the couch.
Nick figured he meant timing wise, but was eager to try and prove him wrong. Nick watched as Vince slid his work pants down and his boxers fell with it. He sat on the couch, just like Ben did, opened his legs and said, "you're going to like this."
Dropping to his knees, Nick smiled at that comment thinking it was about sucking Vince's dick. Once he got between Vince's legs, he smelt the aroma of sex. The scent of juices, he looked at Vince who was smiling wide and he instantly knew what he was talking about now.
He fucked his wife before coming over, and her juices were still all over his cock and groin area. Just like the fact that Vince showed his wife the pictures, Nick felt an initial shock, but his kinky mind took over and he wanted to taste it.
Nick wrapped his lips around the thick cock quickly, licking away at it with his tongue. Using his own saliva to get those sticky juices to come up and taste them. Nick was glad when it tasted fine, not amazing, but nothing close to making him gag. He quickly worked up a quick pace as he sucked Vince's cock.
"Yeah, I fucked her just before coming here. She orgasmed twice on that cock before I came inside her." Vince bragged as Nick continued to suck.
"She said there was no way your ass would look as good as her's in panties." Vince continued. "She was so confident, I let her pick the one you would wear." Vince told him.
Nick continued to suck Vince's cock, tasting all the combined juices and waiting on his every word.
"She picked one she had in two different colors. The red one she wore, and she fucked me in them before I left. She picked the green pair for you." Vince continued to tell him.
"It makes sense as she is a red head and says red always looks better on her." Vince said.
That was the second bit of information he had on this woman who has now seen him fully naked and even cum leaking out of his ass. He knew she was in an open marriage with Vince, both allowed to play with their same sex, so she was also kinky. Based off the same sizing thing, Nick figured she must have an ass of her own, but still not as big as Nick's.
Nick's time was running out, knowing he wasn't going to get fucked, he also was coming to the terms that he may not get Vince to cum. He hoped a shift at work and the play later will bring more cum back, but for now he just continued to suck and enjoy the taste and naughty talk.
"Don't worry though, I'll show you the competition." Vince said with a laugh. "Only fair after showing her that bright red ass of yours from last night."
Nick felt like he was blushing as he continued to suck away. He was going to see Vince's wife, the same woman whose juices he was tasting now. A minute later Vince stopped him and said he had to get going.
"Before I leave though, here is the outfit for tonight." Vince said pointing to the bag on the couch as he got his shorts back on.
Nick crawled over and grabbed the small bag. As he opened it he saw three different things. He looked at Vince.
"So the green lace panties are for tonight. The thong and g-string are for you to try on and see if you like them. If you do and like wearing them you will know what to buy." Vince said.
Nick smiled happily. Pulling out the items, each one looking so sexy. He thanked Vince and he had to leave after that. Nick reminding him he would be at the gym himself soon, and would behave himself. Vince teased him and told him to at least put on a good show.
It wasn't leg day, but Nick laughed and said ok. After Vince left, Nick went to his bathroom. Changing into all the items. He started with the thong, taking a few pictures of his ass in it, he couldn't help but feel like a slutty girl.
He repeated it with the g-string. Loving how it disappeared in his ass, but also felt super tight on him, especially when he was hard.
Nick put on the lace panties last, the ones he would be wearing later for Vince. Seeing himself in them, he truly did feel sexy. He couldn't believe how good they felt, soft but as shaping his ass perfectly. The fucking he was going to get in these excited him. After a few pictures he took them off and decided to get ready for the gym.
No jock strap this time as he knew Vince would be busy, so he treated it like a plain old workout. When Nick got there the front desk girl was the same as the night before. As he checked in it seemed like she wanted to say something but she never did, but as Nick walked to the locker room he glanced back and saw her staring.
The girl asking questions the night before must have made her intrigued to check out Nick's ass. He got to the locker room, a lot busier than the evenings, but he quickly locked up his stuff and started his work out.
Nick only saw Vince for a moment and it was across the room, so outside of that he kept his head down and finished his work out. It lasted a bit longer than usually as it took more time for machines to open up, but after an hour and a half, he was back in the locker room.
He went home and waited on his shower. Figuring he needed one again later that night before Vince came over. It was only 6pm when he was finished with all the extra things he wanted to get done, and he finished a small dinner. Timing it so he would be confidently cleaned out on them when Vince was ready.
The combination of free time and horniess struck Nick. He went back to the sex shop site. He started where he left off with the toys. Anal beads and even the extra long dildo's caught Nick's eye as he browsed.
When he happily clicked on men's wear, he was sad to see so little options. A few costumes, a pair of shorts with a hole by the ass, and a g-string bottom.
That g-string led Nick to search for female panties. The options seemed endless. Nick clicked through the pictures and options. He knew none of the women would ever sleep with him, but his cock going hard at the site of them did make him start to wonder about being bi or gay again.
Those thoughts fell though when his eyes saw the perfect pair of panties. 'Pound me!' is written on the ass of the panties. Nick couldn't believe how hot and naughty they were. Without thinking he picked one in blue and put it in his cart.
That was like a burst through the door, as the next thirty minutes he added 8 more items, and even a ten inch dildo, as the discount he got for buying the panties made it so he could lie to himself and say the dildo was free, and not that he wanted a toy Incase he had a lonely night alone.
By 8pm. Nick was done shopping, but now extremely horny. He went back to the bathroom and didn't know why, but he put on the thong that Vince brought for him to test out.
He looked at his ass in the mirror. Fuck my ass is juicy and tasty, he thought with a smile. No wonder Vince wanted to see this, and Ben had even hinted at it too. He instantly thought of wearing the bikini for Ben in the shower. He wondered if he would pick it out or he would want Nick to. Nick figured he should ask so he had it ready if needed.
As he walked around his apartment in the thong, he understood what Vince meant when he said they may not be comfortable outside of sex. While he did feel like his ass looked amazing in them, they did need a lot of adjusting and kept squeezing him. His consistent hard on wasn't helping.
Being in the panties made him think about Vince's wife, and Vince's comment that he would show him the video they made earlier. Knowing that this women he didn't know was trying to fuck her husband so good because she is jealous of his ass, turned him on.
By 9pm, Nick took off the thong, and was just waiting around to get back in the shower and clean up.
The time passed slowly, but eventually Nick got in the shower and was out and dried off by 10:05pm. He grabbed the only wardrobe he needed that night, slipping on the lace green panties. Feeling how well it shaped his plump ass, and how they felt so smooth on his hips.
He grabbed his phone and walked to the living room. A moment later he got a text from Vince saying he locked up and was heading over. Nick was so excited he was just pacing his entry way, waiting for Vince.
As he did that he thought of a good way to show off for Vince. Nick unlocked his door and walked to the living room. He got on all fours and pointed his ass out towards the door. Satisfied with that he sat up, waiting for another text. He got one a few minutes later saying Vince was here.
Nick replied back that the door was unlocked and to come in and lock it. He put his phone on the table and got back into position. His ass looking sexy as hell in Vince's wife's panties, giving Vince a great view when he walked in.
A moment later Vince opened the door and Nick saw a huge smile on his face as he saw Nick in the panties. Vince shut the door and quickly locked it, turning back to Nick and saying, "yeah she was wrong for sure."
Nick smiled and saw Vince pull out his phone. He knew he was going to take pictures so Nick went with it, pushing his out out more and trying to be as sexy as possible. After a few of those Vince put his phone down and said.
"Damn your ass was made for panties." Vince said.
"Thanks." Nick said with a blush, feeling the same way actually.
"Did you try on the others?" Vince said still examining Nick's plump ass in the panties. Nick noticed that and kept his stance.
"Yeah, you were right about not wearing them outside of sex stuff, but my ass looked great in them." Nick said happily.
"You tried them on for a while huh?" Vince said with a laugh.
Nick blushed and replied, "yeah the thong, I felt so sexy and naughty in it, but I kept having to adjust it." Nick admitted.
"Yeah probably not an out and about type thing, but sex wise, do you think you like them?" Vince asked.
Nick quickly responded. "Yes, I feel so sexy and naughty in them. Like my ass is a sexy prize that you get to pound." Nick said.
"Very good answer." Vince said and moved to the couch, slipping off his shorts and boxers in one swift motion. "Why don't we see just how sexy and naughty they make you act."
Nick smiled as he sat up from his sexy bent over pose and went between Vince's legs. He could tell he cleaned up after he left as he smelled clean and fresh, so Nick quickly went to work.
Within two minutes, Nick was back to deep throating Vince. His work with Vince and Ben really paying off. He shook his ass in the air as he did so, even getting a few light spanks from Vince.
Nick got Vince rock hard and was eagerly attacking his cock. He was surprised when Vince stopped him and said, "where is the lube?"
"My room, did you want to go?" Nick asked.
"Not yet but go grab it and come back." Vince said. Nick did just that and was back within moments and handed it to Vince. He went to go back and kneel and Vince stopped him.
"No, we are going to change it up. I promised you a video so we will watch it, but while we do you will slide those panties to the side and ride my cock like a true slut." Vince said.
Nick smiled wide and grabbed the lube, quickly applying it to his ass. His sucking left Vince's cock very slippery and wet so he didn't need to lube it up. After enough was on his ass, he straddled over Vince's lap, lined his cock up, pulled the panties to the side, and dropped down on it.
Vince didn't brace him and he couldn't stop and he feel fully onto the cock, taking it all in one motion.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!!!!" Nick yelled as he was stretched instantly. As he already bottomed out he just sat there for a moment, he heard Vince holding back laughter, and as the pain calmed down, Nick himself began to laugh.
Nick calmed down his body and looked at Vince who was still sporting a huge smile. "Damn your really out to beat her huh?" He said with a laugh.
Nick smiled and said, "no just got so excited I forgot about gravity" Nick said with a laugh. "I'm good though." Nick said.
"Good." Vince said and grabbed his phone. He pulled up his photo album and pulled up a picture first. In it is a 5'6 red head. Her beauty and body stunned Nick. Her long red hair went down to her back. She has gorgeous brown eyes and succulent lips.
Her body looks amazing. She has 32c cup boobs, currently in a red lace bra in the picture. The lace allowing Nick to see her perky nipples. Her stomach is flat and sexy and her ass was just as Nick though, plump. Yes smaller than his, but sexy and alluring. Her ass did look fantastic in the panties though. Her sexy legs adding to it all.
Nick was stunned thinking a woman this beautiful could be jealous of him for his ass, but it was another thing he took with great pride.
"Her name is Rose, been married for about 8 years now." Vince said and grabbed Nick's plump ass with his free hand as he held up the picture.
"You say that as your cock is deep inside my stomach as I wear her very sexy panties." Nick said with a laugh and watched Vince's smile as he began to slowly start to fuck himself up and down on Vince's cock.
"Fuck that feels so good." Vince moaned.
Nick leaned into his ear and whispered. "Just wait till you have me bent over in these panties, begging for that huge cock." Nick said as sexy as he could.
Vince smile and said, "let's watch this video real quick, then your ass is going to that room and getting pounded." Vince said.
"I love that plan." Nick said, still slowly bouncing up and down on Vince's cock.
Vince took his hand off Nick's ass and scrolled to the video hit play and held it so they could both watch.
Nick watched the video with intent, but still slowly riding Vince's cock. The feeling of the panties on his hips still exciting him.
The video started with Vince already fucking his wife. As it started Nick heard Rose's voice. "Oh yes baby, I love your big cock in my pussy."
"I love your pussy too babe, always so wet and ready for me." Vince said in the video.
"Oh god, you fill me up so good baby." Rose said, and continued. "Yes baby right there, oh fuck I'm cumming baby. I'm cumming on your big cock."
"Good, show me how much you love my cock honey." Vince said.
"Oh I love it so much!" Rose yelled and Nick saw that she threw her head back and tightly gripped the sheets. A few moments later the sheets her released and a freshly orgasmed Rose turned back to the camera.
"You fucking stud, making me cum on your cock so quickly. Come on give me that cum." She said with passion in her voice.
"Oh but what if I wanted to save it." Vince teased his wife on video.
"Fuck no. You don't get to see that big assed slut if I don't get a load." Rose yelled. Nick still sliding up and down on Vince slowly, but hearing that he started to go a bit faster.
He heard Vince laugh on camera and say, "I'm just teasing you babe."
"Good, because no way he looks this sexy in the panties I chose." Rose said.
"I don't know, that ass would give any woman a fun for her money." Vince said still thrusting into his wife on camera.
"Fuck!" Rose moaned on camera and continued. "Fuck me baby, come on, fuck me and make me cum from it. Come on baby."
"Oh, really now? You know the saying." Vince said back to her.
"Oh god!" She moaned as it seemed his cock was working her up again. "Yes, only true sluts cum from their partner using them and cumming. Fuck Vince, fuck me, I'm your slut baby, fuck my pussy like a whore." She yelled out and the video stopped.
Nick turned to Vince, still riding his cock and said, "damn now she could teach me some things about begging for you." Nick said with a smile.
"Oh she is great at it." Vince said. "Seems you think she is sexy too."
Nick was shocked as he did, but didn't know how Vince knew. "I could feel your cock twitch as the body panned over her body." He said with a laugh.
"Oh sorry." Nick said not wanting to make him mad.
"Don't be. I know she is sexy as hell. Guys and girls want her but I have her, so trust me I'm very secure." Vince boldly said, while moving his hands to Nick's ass and gripping it as Nick continued to bounce up and down.
"So you think you can make a better video." Vince asked.
Nick smiled and said, "I don't know, but I'm damn sure ready to try."
Vince smiled, slapped his ass and said, "then get to your room and on your bed slut, it's time for your first pounding in panties."
Nick got up smiled and as they walked to the room turned and said, "but it won't be the last pounding in them." He smiled again and went to the bed, getting up and pushing his ass out for Vince. He saw Vince smile and walk up behind him, removing his shirt so he was naked and Nick was left in Rose's panties.
Vince slowly slid them to the side, spanked Nick's ass and said, "time for fun."
"Ohhhhh fuccckkkk!" Nick yelled, Vince pushing in quickly and deeply. He was six inches in by the time the moan started and fully in by the end. Luckily the fucking earlier really helped and Nick was adjusted in moments. He turned back to Vince and said, "come on Vince, make me your slut."
Vince smiled at his eager slut and grabbed his phone. Nick saw him doing so, knowing his chance at making a naughty video is upon him now. As Vince starting the recording he spanked Nick's panty covered ass and said.
"Fuck this ass is so thick and juicy." Vince told Nick while holding the recording phone.
Nick was still turned to look at Vince and the camera, he replied. "I'm glad you like it, because my ass loves the feeling of your big thick cock sliding inside it." Nick teased.
Vince smiled and thrusted hard and rough for a moment for the camera, Nick turning his head back away from the camera as he moaned from sexual pleasure.
"You going to wear panties for me again?" Vince asked.
"Oh hell yeah!" Nick replied both to the question and the spot that Vince just hit deep inside him as he fucked him.
"Good slut." Vince replied and was going to stop the recording until he saw Nick looking back at him again.
"Oh fuck yes Vince. Pound my slutty ass, cum deep inside me while I wear your wife's panties. Let's show her how you fuck the biggest and best ass you have ever had." Nick said with a naughty smile and looked at the camera and gave a playful wink to it, hopefully Rose would see it as playful and nothing with intent.
Nick expected Vince to keep recording, but he saw him smile wide and put the phone down. Quickly Nick's ass was impacted with spank after spank, with a deep thrust inside him to match each one.
While it only went on for a few minutes, it felt much longer to Nick. The pain was getting to him a bit, but the pleasure coming from it all seemed to outweigh that, keeping him from asking Vince to calm down or stop. Nick grabbed a pillow and used it to bite and muffle his moans as he felt he was getting a bit loud.
He felt a bit of relief when he felt Vince start to tense up, his cock rock hard and on the verge or cumming. The next moment he felt another loud and powerful slap on his ass. "Ohhhh fuuccckk." He moaned in both pain and pleasure.
"Ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh." He continued to moan as Vince grabbed his hips tight and really pounded into him. The hard and deep thrusts, the last one Vince plunging all the way in and staying put. While his body stopped moving, his cock was pulsing hard and cumming rope after rope into Nick's tight ass.
Vince slowly pulled his cock out but told Nick to stay put. Nick turned and saw he was taking another picture of how he creamed deep inside him. Nick knew the picture was going to show a rough fucking, and when Vince showed him the picture it was confirmed.
The picture was a perfect shot of his asshole leaking some of Vince's powerful load, which was very hot. The panties still pulled to the side to get the view. While the rest of Nick's ass looked very very red, a nice handprint even visible on his right ass cheek. His ass looked exactly as he felt, fucked and used like a whore.
As Nick rested, he was actually ok with Vince saying he was tapped out for the night as the load before work and just now he felt empty. Nick still felt horny enough to fuck and suck, but his body was starting to get sore and tight so he realized a break was a very good thing.
It was only a few minutes, but when Nick went to take off the panties, he saw that Vince's cum was on the back but also his front was wet. He didn't even notice in it all he came himself. As he slipped the panties off he smiled and said, "they got a bit wet."
Vince looked at them, seeing the stains at the front and bottom and laughed. "Shows the slut enjoyed himself." Vince laughed. "Don't worry I'm going to wash them when I get home."
"Ok, I can if you want." Nick said.
"No it's ok, she told me I had to if we wanted to use them. Plus seeing the look on her face with how wet they are would be fun." Vince replied.
Nick smiled and grabbed the bag Vince gave him earlier, putting the very wet and used panties in them with the thong and g-string.
Vince left shortly after, leaving a naked Nick to jump in the shower and attempt yet again to clean all the cum out of him. It was a short shower as he felt exhausted. Figuring he would just change the sheets in the morning.
He knew tomorrow he would get a day of rest. Vince told him that he was busy Sunday and Monday as those were his and his wife's days off, but he would be back at work Tuesday night.
As Nick laid in his bed, he thought about everything that had happened over the past ten days. Going from striking out with women all through high school and college, to his first year being out he was now fucking men, well getting fucked by them to be accurate.
He still wondered where that left him sexually. Was he gay or bi? Seeing Rose did turn him on, so he figured he couldn't be all gay, but also every sexual thought lately has involved him taking a cock, even when another woman is in his mind. The thoughts baffled him, so he figured he would test them out.
Nick planned to still go to the gym tomorrow, and he would stick to his normal late night. If the blonde was looking for him, she knew his hours and he would see how it went from there. He began to wonder about her panties, laughing as he knew he wouldn't be able to fit into hers as she had a small waste line.
As he passed out one of his last thoughts was wondering when the panties he ordered would come in, and who he would wear them for first, Vince or his master.
|
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"husband",
"gay",
"anal",
"panties",
"submission",
"camera"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 04
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-chapter-4
| 4.19 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Takeru dashed toward the water, eager to be under before anyone could see him.
But he was wrong about the sun. The shock of cold water knocked the breath from his lungs, and he scrambled to regain his footing on the hard, slippery pebbles.
He turned around to face the shore as Hana kicked her jeans aside. Takeru whimpered, plunging his head under the water, his pulse hammering in his ears. He pressed further and further down, until his chest touched the cold stones and sludge along the bottom, until he couldn't hold his breath any longer.
"It's not like your hot tub at home, is it?" Hana laughed, splashing in beside him. A wave of water struck across his back, freezing his lungs.
"I don't have a hot tub!" he replied through chattering teeth.
"Uh-huh..."
Hana flipped over and floated on her back, casually drifting across the surface. The curve of her breasts slipped along water, glistening in the sun above the edge of her bra. His chest tightened, and not from the cold. He raised his gaze to the treeline ahead.
"You're acting very strange," Hana said. "What are you looking at?"
Takeru nodded instinctively before hearing her. "I'm not acting strange. It's just cold."
He sank deeper in, until the water was up to his eyes.
Takeru could feel her frowning at him. Before she had a chance to say more, a flash of white skin shot between them and Miu went crashing back into the water in a flail of limbs.
"Is she...?" Takeru started, wiping the water from his face.
Hana nodded, rolling her eyes. "Yup."
Miu popped from the water, grinning widely, her small shoulders entirely bare and glistening. Twisting like a fish, her small, naked bottom popped out of the water again, and she dove back down.
"To be fair," Hana went on, "I don't think I've ever seen her wear anything when she swims. Even at home, I think she's only wearing pants for your benefit. Because Mom made her." She rolled her eyes and flashed him a smirk.
Takeru swam in another direction, away from them. The pool was small enough that it only bought him a few extra feet of space.
"I thought you city boys were used to all this. They've still got public baths, don't they?"
"I'm not a city boy."
"Don't tell me you're not used to skinny little girls throwing their naked bodies at you," she said, laughing. "I know how it is up there."
Takeru turned on her, his face glowing red, "Oh, and how do you know this? Are you taking some trips I'm not aware of?"
She kicked to the other side of the pond slowly, unbothered. "I've been online enough," she said. "The community center has WIFI, believe it or not, and Mom got me a phone for my birthday. I talk to men online. From the city," she added, waggling of her eyebrows.
"Gross," Takeru muttered. "And that makes you an expert?
She spun around, all easy grace, the curves of her shining as she tilted her shoulders back. "Maybe. I've seen quite a lot," she said.
"Gross," he said again.
Miu popped out of the water, darting frantically toward his arms. Takeru turned out of the way and pushed her back beneath the water.
Hana floated silently, ignoring them both.
"Well, I wouldn't know," Takeru said, clearing his throat. "I'm either studying, or at school, or at basketball every night."
It was the truth. It would have been embarrassing if not for the fact that everyone was in the same situation. Everyone he knew, at least.
"Dating is for after college," he said, and he immediately regretted it. It was one of his mother's phrases.
Miu popped from the water and grabbed her sister with both hands. Hana slipped out of her grasp, threw an arm around her sister's throat, and dunked her back under. Tiny feet kicked the surface.
"She's fine," Hana sighed, watching the feet kick faster.
After a minute, her hands let go, and Miu came sputtering to the surface. She cleared out her throat, shrieked, and splashed everyone in the face.
"Maybe we should head back," Hana said.
Takeru swept a last look around the place, glancing over the cups of Hana bra, and nodded.
The walk back to the house was an uncomfortable one. They walked barefoot, carrying their shoes to let them dry. Their clothes clung to their wet bodies and, even under the warm sun, the breeze off the ocean was enough to give them all goosebumps.
"Takeru! Carry me, please!" Miu begged before they were even out of the woods. "I was drowned. I can't." She coughed dramatically, sinking to the ground.
He hardly slowed before she caught up to him, cackling gleefully as he let her up.
"Are you even up there?" Takeru teased as she slipped her arms over his shoulders. "I can't feel any weight."
He was only half-joking. Miu giggled, wrapping her arms tighter around him. Stray strands of her hair brushed his face as they walk, tickling him, just as they had that morning.
They arrived at the house and found Aunt Yumiko working on lunch. Takeru gently dumped his little cousin onto the couch before rushing toward the kitchen to help.
"I can't let you, Takeru. Tomorrow, perhaps." He pressed his way in, and she tried to shove him back out. "It's already almost done. There's no need!"
He planted his feet and couldn't be budged.
"Ai, he's like a brick wall," his aunt moaned, her feet skidding across the floor as she tried to push.
Miu shrieked out a laugh. "Tokyo boys are giants!"
His aunt clicked her tongue. "No, Miu. Just him. Giant and stubborn!" she huffed.
But she relented and even showed him how to prepare the shrimp.
"Talk about giants," he muttered. The shrimp were nearly the size of his fist. "Are these all from here?"
Yumiko shook her head. "There's no money in fishing anymore. Some of us fish after work, but just for our own families. We have to depend on what comes from town, and else we get it frozen.
"Your grandfather used to fish for us, though. And he'd come back with shrimp bigger than this, still alive and fresh."
He stepped carefully past his aunt. It was impossible not to accidentally brush against her in the tight space, and she never seemed to stop moving. Everywhere she went, her butt brushed his lap as she move. It was as wide as a pillow, and soft in a kind of way that sent his knees trembling.
Takeru pressed himself to the wall any time she came near, holding his eyes on the ceiling until she passed.
"He used to take me fishing," Takeru said, his voice breaking slightly. "He would take us up the little channels that run through town. I remember he was always talking to people wherever we went. There was always someone around. Everyone needed to talk to him."
The image of the town's main strip flashed through his mind again. The sounds, the bustle of movement, the laughter and banter.
Yumiko paused, staring at the pan in front of her. "It is a good town," she said. "My father always said the rivers were overrun with fish, and the soil is rich for growing. It was why he was so determined to help this town prosper. He was a good Village Head."
"Then... what happened?" Takeru asked.
Yumiko stared ahead, stirring mechanically. "And then he died," she said flatly. "And no one cared so much for the town as he did."
They ate lunch in relative silence. Except for Miu, but she was always talking. It was background noise now, even for Takeru.
When they finished eating, he insisted on handling the cleanup. This time, his aunt gave in without much of a fight.
"Ah, I'm spoiled already," she sighed, sinking onto the couch.
She watched him carefully, however, eager for a reason to take over.
The girls left to study and, once the cleaning was done, Takeru did the same. He headed to his own room, sliding the door shut behind him.
From his desk, he could hear the rustle of leaves outside the window and the soft hum of insects. He opened his textbook and stared at it blankly for several minutes.
The sight of Hana emerging from the cold water, her chest gleaming in the sun, came back to him. Miu's slim body beneath him in bed, the feeling as he ground his body into the warmth of her. His aunt bending over to check the bathtub, ass in the air, her panties showing through as her dress pulled tight.
His erection grew, pressing into the bottom of his desk. It throbbed, already spilling slick fluid out from the tip.
Takeru shook his head, driving the thoughts away.
The need was making him crazy. Everything was turning him on. Things that shouldn't. Things he didn't find erotic at all.
The memory of Hana peeling her shirt off by the pond came back to him. She had meant to tease him. And it had worked. His breath grew ragged as he played the scene back.
He had never gone this long without cumming. His parents were always working. A world of porn lay at his fingertips, an endless parade of horny MILFs and virgin teens. He had never had to study like this before. He had taken it all for granted without realizing it.
Takeru gripped his hair and groaned. The buzzing in his brain wouldn't stop.
He slid out his phone and checked it again. No signal. He opened up his photos and scrolled through the saved images, hoping to find a pretty-enough girl that wasn't related to him. It didn't take long at all.
But from the other side of the house, through the paper walls, he heard Miu tapping her pen, humming softly to herself.
There were still had no lock on the door.
Groaning, he threw the phone aside. Maybe he could sneak off into the woods at night? No, Miu would follow.
Maybe in the bath, under the water? No, Hana might pop in again. Or hear the splashing. Or see the evidence floating behind.
He forced his eyes onto his book, not really reading it, his brain searching for another scheme.
Could he... dig a hole? How old did Hana say Kiyo and Chiyo were again?
When he looked up, the afternoon was already gone.
This wasn't going to work. He couldn't spend the whole summer like this. He needed a plan. If he didn't find some relief, something was going to pop. He could picture laying in bed, all dignity abandoned, pumping his hard meat, cum pouring out of him as he bellowed like an animal, the whole family listening on in silent horror.
Surely, they'd heard worse, though. His aunt and uncle must have needs, too. Maybe it wasn't too unusual, out here in the country...
God, it was all so embarrassing. And he didn't have the guts to try it.
But, even as he thought it, his palm stroked down the length of his cock, moving on pure habit. It was swollen, fat and heavy, and still growing along his leg. One good stroke was all it would take. That was quick enough to not get caught.
Takeru's foot tapped excitedly. Did he have anything to catch the mess in? His eyes leapt around until he spotted a worn T-shirt from the day before.
He stretched out for it, his free hand slipping beneath the band of his shorts. The head of his cock trailed slick pre-cum across his palm as the door to his bedroom slid open.
"Yes?" he croaked, leaping to cover his lap, his hand snapping out of his pants in a flash. His voice was loud, and it cracked harshly.
Miu smiled from the doorway. "Mom wants to know if you want to help us with dinner!"
His mouth fell open. The idea of his aunt brushing her thick, pillowy ass against his lap sounded worse a death sentence. A warm slickness spilled down his thigh at the thought. He wanted to be sick.
Maybe it wouldn't last one stroke. The sight of her alone might be enough. He knew what her panties looked like. He could almost-
Takeru choked down a groan. He was still their guest.
"On my way," Takeru sighed.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"incest",
"rural",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"masturbation"
] |
Analysing Alan Pt. 01
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/analysing-alan-pt-01
| 4.63 | null |
Fetish
|
Alan felt his heart race as he sat in the doctor's waiting room. He couldn't believe that he was doing this.
He was the only person sitting in the waiting room, apart from the young receptionist, and he was very thankful for this. Alan had spent hours online reading endless articles and watching countless videos, and had consulted several 'specialists'; all for nought. He had a serious problem, and he needed professional help.
And so, Alan found himself in the waiting room of Dr. Michelle Parvati, a psychiatrist specialising in psychosexual health.
Alan looked around the waiting room. It was simple and minimalist, with only a few expensive leather couches and small tables between them. The receptionist sat at her desk beside the door to Dr Parvati's office, and Alan's gaze lingered on her.
The receptionist looked to be in her early 20s, and she was very pretty. Her blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, and she had high, delicate cheek bones and piercing blue eyes. Alan's gaze lowered, and he saw that she wore a tight-fitting dress which clung to her slim waist. Alan allowed his gaze to fall below her desk, and his eyes tracked down her long, tanned legs to her shiny ballet flats.
Alan watched as the pretty receptionist gently flexed and relaxed her big feet inside her flats, and he wished that she would flex just a little harder, so that her heels would pop out...
Alan snapped himself out of it, and tried to look casually around the rest of his room. His foot fetish was the reason he was here, and he needed to stop letting it get the better of him.
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Michelle sat in her office and despaired over the latest reports from her accountant. Ever since that bastard of an ex-partner had left the practice and poached their wealthiest patients, Michelle had been paying more and more of the bills out of her own pocket, and this wasn't sustainable.
She would need to increase the practice's income significantly, and soon. Otherwise, she would have to move to a cheaper building in a less affluent part of town, and that would only drive the rest of her patients away.
That fucking prick had ruined her.
Sighing, she put away the financial reports, and looked at the file on her next patient, Alan Delaney. A new patient, young man, difficulties with sexual performance. Not much detail in the referral, but then again, there rarely was.
Michelle looked at the date of birth on the file. Interesting. Michelle usually treated much older people, and it was very rare for someone age thirty to be able to afford her expensive hourly rate. She looked further down his file and saw that he was the head of a software company. More than that, it was one Michelle recognised; God, he must be loaded.
"Difficulties with sexual performance" was a vague description, but it usually came down to one of two possible issues, particularly with young men. The first was not being able to get it up, which in young men usually meant anxiety. The second possible issue, and more likely, was premature ejaculation.
Either way, Michelle was sure that she could stretch out at least several months of weekly sessions with this young man, and that would help with the finances. She ran the numbers in her head, and cursed when the potential new income still fell significantly short of what she would need to balance the books.
Michelle looked at the small screen on her desk, and watched the security video feed of the waiting room. The man sitting and waiting certainly looked like he worked with computers. Weedy looking, and quite pale, Mr Delaney was sitting and looking around rather restlessly. Michelle made the quick assessment that sex made Mr Delaney nervous, and that sitting in the waiting room of a psychosexual psychiatrist was making him very nervous indeed.
Good. An anxious nerd would have plenty of sexual hang-ups, which would take a lot of sessions to work through. Michelle also liked the look of Mr Delaney's clothes and watch; they had clearly been picked out by a professional stylist, and they were expensive. They had not had the intended result of making Mr Delaney look cool or fashionable, but they did make sure everyone knew that he had money.
Michelle was about to press the intercom to let Sophie, the receptionist, know to let Mr Delaney through to her office, but she noticed something interesting on the screen.
Mr Delaney was staring at Sophie, as men often did when they thought no one was looking; what was interesting was that he was staring at her feet, with a dopey look on his face. Michelle watched Mr Delaney shuffle awkwardly in his chair, before looking away and trying to put on a pathetic show of looking around the floor.
Interesting. Very interesting.
A plot began to form in Michelle's mind. Perhaps Mr Alan Delaney was just the patient her practice needed.
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Alan did his best to keep his gaze away from the receptionist's feet. In his peripheral vision he had seen her smooth, tanned heel pop out of one of her flats, and he could hear her shoe tap gently against her bare sole as it dangled from her toes. The intercom on her desk buzzed, and she told Alan that he could go ahead into Dr Parvati's office. Alan thanked God.
Alan stepped through the door of Dr Parvati's office, and swallowed hard when he saw the psychiatrist. She was stunningly attractive.
Tall, slender, and South Asian, she had long, wavy black hair and beautiful, dark brown eyes. Her lips were round and painted with burgundy lipstick, and her dark skin was flawless. She wore a light, white blouse and black business skirt, and on her long, toned legs she wore black, sheer nylon stockings. She had rather big feet, maybe even a size 10, and on them she wore black leather stiletto heels.
Dr Parvati's office consisted of a large, mahogany desk at the back of the room, and in the centre were two black, leather chairs which faced each other. A tall bookshelf stood at the side wall, which was filled with leatherbound books.
Dr Parvati sat on one of the leather chairs in the middle of the room, and she held her hand out, inviting Alan to take a seat on the seat opposite her. Her legs were crossed, and sweat began to gather on Alan's brow as he fought not to look down at her beautiful, stockinged legs.
Alan took a seat, and smiled nervously.
"Hello, Mr Delaney. May I call you Alan?" Dr Parvati asked in her crisp English accent.
"Y-yes, please do," Alan stammered in reply.
"It is very nice to meet you, Alan. I am Dr Parvati, and I am a psychiatrist specialising in psychosexual health. I have had a read of your referral, but it is of course very important for me to hear about your difficulties from your perspective. And so, please, tell me, what has brought you to this appointment today?"
Alan's pulse quickened again. He knew when he made the appointment that he would have to talk about it, but the reality of doing so now made a pit of anxiety in his stomach.
"I... I've been having some... problems..." he muttered softly, as he nervously scratched at his cheek. "Eh... sexual problems..."
"Not to sound glib, Alan, but I presumed as much," Dr Parvati said, smiling at him. "I will need you to be a little more specific."
"Of course," Alan said, smiling nervously. Michelle noticed his hand begin to tremble. "I... well, I have a problem with..."
Alan lowered his head, too embarrassed to make eye contact with the beautiful doctor.
"I have a problem of... I finish too quickly..." he mumbled, turning red.
"I see," Dr Parvati said calmly. Just as she had suspected. "Is this a recent difficulty? Or has this always been an issue for you, Alan?"
The calm, dispassionate tone of Dr Parvati's voice put Alan slightly at ease; maybe she hears about this problem all the time? Maybe it's not as big a deal as he thought?
"I... well, I've not really been with... I have not had a lot of sexual partners," he said, a bit more loudly, "And I have only been sexually... I only lost my virginity a few months ago..."
"Ah, I see. And so, this problem of achieving orgasm quickly, it has only presented as a difficulty since you started to have sex? Or was it an issue before then?" Dr Parvati asked, reaching for a notepad and pen from her side-table. "Please do not mind me, I will take some notes, but they are entirely confidential."
Alan blushed harder, and he felt his cheeks grow warm. He always had difficulty talking about sex, and talking about his own sexual problems with a beautiful woman was mortifying.
"I... well... when I was younger, I was... intimate... with a few girls, and... I always came really quickly, and I suppose this made me nervous to... to have sex," he said, still looking down at the floor.
"By intimate, you mean handjobs? Blowjobs?" Dr Parvati asked.
Alans cheeks burned red hot, and he nodded timidly.
"Tell me, Alan, when you talk about cumming quickly, how quickly do you mean? 5 minutes? 10 minutes?" Dr Parvati asked, eyeing him inquisitively.
Alan wished that he could teleport out of the office and be back at home.
"Eh... less than a minute... sometimes a few seconds..." he muttered.
"Oh, I see," Dr Parvati replied, with a hint of a patronising tone in her voice. "I can understand how that could cause you difficulty. Would I be right in assuming that this has caused you quite a bit of embarrassment?"
Michelle noticed Alan shudder slightly. Bingo. She was on to something.
"Y-yes..." he said, nodding.
"And tell me, Alan, has this led to any negative consequences for you? I would imagine it has impacted your confidence with women, and your self-esteem; but has cumming quickly ever led to any actual, tangible negative consequences for you?"
Alan's heart pounded in his chest.
"Well... yes, yes it has," he said, closing his eyes, preparing to explain what had led to him seeking help in the first place.
"Oh, really?" Dr Parvati asked curiously, as she scribbled on her notepad. "Please, do tell me."
"I, well... I have... I decided to try dating... and sex... a few months ago, and I have had sex twice, with a different woman each time," Alan explained. "I came early both times, and... the two women, well, they were nice about it, and they didn't embarrass me or anything.
But then a few weeks ago, I was flirting with a woman, and we went back to my apartment, and...."
Alan's eyes closed again, and he shuddered as he trailed off.
"Yes, Alan? What happened, after you came prematurely?" Dr Parvati asked, leaning in slightly closer.
"She... she, well... she said she would tell everyone about it, and... she's been blackmailing me with it."
Michelle's eyes widened.
"Oh, that is terrible, Alan! Surely, you must go to the police, if you are being blackmailed?" she said, with a pretence of concern in her voice.
"I... I can't... my business, my company is making moves... a big merger, that... I cannot risk having embarrassing... I just can't..." he said, his voice breaking.
Jackpot, Michelle thought. An easy mark.
"I see. That must be terribly stressful, Alan," Dr Parvati said, feigning sympathy.
Alan looked up at her, with a pathetic expression on his face.
"It is, and that's why I need help, doctor. I need help with... with my... difficulty prematurely... and my... my... I need help so that I can do it normally, and then she can't..."
He looked down again, and held his head in his hands.
"I understand," Dr Parvati said, trying to sound convincingly compassionate. What he really needed, Michelle thought, was to go to the police and stop being a fucking moron. But that would not be as profitable for Michelle.
"In order for me to help you, Alan," she continued, calmly, "I need to understand more about your problem. For that, I will need to ask you some very personal questions, and I will need you to be totally candid and honest with me. Can you do that, Alan?"
Alan nodded, holding back tears.
"Good. Now, premature ejaculation can be a very complex and difficult issue to treat, but it can absolutely be treated. It will take quite a number of sessions, lasting many, many weeks, sometimes months. Can you commit to that? I must advise you; it would be quite the financial commitment."
Alan looked up at her and nodded vigorously.
"Yes! Yes! Absolutely! Money is no issue, and I will come to as many appointments as necessary!" he said excitedly.
Michelle had to use all of her effort not to smile ear to ear.
"Good," she purred. "Okay, first I need to ask: do you only ejaculate prematurely when you are with a partner? Or would you also finish quickly on your own?"
Alan looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Masturbation, Alan. When you masturbate, do you last long, or do you feel your orgasm come on quickly then as well?" Dr Parvati asked.
"I... eh, well... yes, but... it depends..." Alan stammered, lowering his gaze again.
"Depends on what, Alan?" she asked, coolly.
"I... eh... well, it depends on what I... on what I..." Alan mumbled, wishing the chair would swallow him up.
"It depends on what you are watching when you masturbate, Alan?"
Alan nodded meekly, his ears, cheeks, and neck roasting red.
"Alan, you do not need to feel embarrassed in my office. Please, this is my specialty, and I guarantee you that anything you talk about in here, whether it be sex, masturbation, sexual fantasies or fetishes; nothing will shock me, and nothing will embarrass me. So please, you can be honest with me."
Alan looked up to see Dr Parvati smiling warmly at him, and he relaxed slightly.
"Please, sit back and relax, Alan," Dr Parvati continued. "When you look down at the floor to avoid eye contact, you give embarrassment and anxiety more influence than you need to. Look at me when you speak, and talk to me as though you were talking to any doctor about any mundane issue."
Alan sat back in his leather chair, and looked at Dr Parvati. God, she was stunning.
"Good, Alan. Now, tell me, do you find that certain things will bring about an orgasm more quickly than others?"
Alan swallowed, and nodded to Dr Parvati.
"I see. I presume it is a fetish, yes? And that when you indulge in your fetish, or when you encounter the focus of this fetish, you lose control over your orgasm?"
Alan felt his cock stir, and sweat began to build on his forehead. His neck felt so warm, and he worried that he could collapse.
He nodded again.
"Please, Alan, I cannot be the only one who speaks out loud during our session," she chided softly.
"Y-yes, Dr Parvati..." he said meekly.
"I see. Can you tell me what it is, Alan? Can you tell me what fetish you have, that is so overwhelming that it makes you lose control? What fetish makes you cum so quickly?"
Alan looked at Dr Parvati, and his hands began to tremble. She looked deeply into his eyes, and Alan heard a sound he had always loved so much, but in this moment terrified him. Alan heard the unmistakable gentle 'pop' of Dr Parvati's shoe coming loose from her nyloned heel, and dangling from her big, stockinged foot.
Oh, God...
Alan shuffled in his chair as he felt his cock stiffen, and he looked desperately around the room, trying to avoid looking at the beautiful therapist's stiletto dangling from her big, beautiful foot. Alan's heart pounded so hard that he could hear his pulse in his ears.
"Please, do not be so nervous, Alan," Dr Parvati said soothingly, "I appreciate that it can be difficult to talk about these things for the first time. You do not have to disclose your fetish to me right away, if you do not wish to, but I need to ask you more questions about how it has impacted you. Is that okay, Alan?"
Alan was looking over at the bookshelf, and he nodded, trying to breathe deeply to will down his growing erection.
"Good. Now, please Alan, I must insist that you look at me when we are talking," she said calmly.
Alan took a long, deep breath, and looked back at Dr Parvati. He almost let out a groan, when he saw her leather heel delicately dangling from her exquisite, stockinged foot. The shoe swayed gently, barely hanging on to her black, nylon-clad toes, and Alan's erection began to press against his pants.
"Thank you, Alan. Tell me, this fetish, have you had it for as long as you can remember?"
Alan tried to look away from the doctor's dangling shoe, but he felt hypnotised as it gently swayed in the air.
Michelle saw the dopey, glazed expression on Alan's face, and she saw him shifting in his seat, obviously trying to hide his arousal.
Bingo.
"Yes..." he muttered. Alan briefly looked away from Dr Parvati's foot, but he could not help but look back again.
"And have you found that this fetish has been the most prominent aspect of your sexuality? By that I mean, do you focus on this fetish more than 'typical' objects of attraction?"
Alan swallowed, as the stiletto now dangled even more precariously from the tip of Dr Parvati's toe.
"Yes," he rasped.
Michelle moved her big, beautiful foot side to side more quickly now, so that the leather stiletto dangled hazardously from it.
"I see. When you came quickly with these women, was it because of your fetish, Alan?" Dr Parvati asked, softly.
"Y-yes..." Alan whimpered. His erection throbbed and visibly tented in his pants, no matter how desperately he tried to hide it.
"Oh, Alan," Dr Parvati said gently, "I can see that our conversation has provoked some arousal in you. Please, do not feel embarrassed. It is very natural, especially when one is not very experienced, sexually."
Alan looked up from Dr Parvati's dangling stiletto to see her looking at his crotch, and he wanted to die right there.
"Oh, God, I am so sorry..." he spluttered, crossing his hands over his groin.
"Do not worry, Alan. Just sit back, and relax. You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Dr Parvati said, fighting to supress laughter. "Relax, rest your hands on the armrests. You are just a bit excited, but it will pass, do not worry."
Alan did as she instructed, but he did not feel in any way relaxed, and he cursed his blatant erection tenting in his pants.
Michelle saw the small patch of pre-cum soaking through his slacks, and she couldn't help but smile, before again putting on a neutral expression.
"Now, tell me, Alan," she continued, "This fetish; is it for feet?"
Alan looked at Dr Parvati in alarm, and sweat soaked through his shirt.
"I... I... no... I," he stuttered, tugging open his shirt collar.
"It is just that I have noticed you staring at my foot, Alan," Dr Parvati said, trying not to smirk, "And you are quite visibly aroused. Do you have a foot fetish, Alan?"
Alan's head was spinning, and he knew that lying was pointless. He nodded.
"Please, use your words Alan," Dr Parvati gently scolded.
"Y-yes, I... I like feet," he stammered, unable to help looking back down at Dr Parvati's flickering foot.
"Interesting. And this woman, the woman who is blackmailing you for cumming so quickly; did you cum prematurely because of her feet? Is that why she is blackmailing you? Because she knows about your fetish?"
With that, Dr Parvati's shoe lost the last of its purchase on her toe, and it dropped to the floor. She did not react, and did not move to put her shoe back on; she simply sat, and gently flexed and relaxed her gorgeous, stockinged foot.
Alan's erection quivered, and he felt the muscles in his groin start to contract as a tingle...
Oh, God... Oh, no, surely not...
Alan tensed the muscles in his thighs, as he felt the familiar early warning signs of an orgasm starting to build.
Fuck, please no, please no...
"Alan, is something wrong? You are sweating, and you have gone quite red," Dr Parvati teased, as she slowly straightened her leg, allowing Alan to see her huge, heavenly sole in her sheer, black stocking. "Can I get you anything, some water perhaps, or... Alan? Alan?"
Alan stared at Dr Parvati's stockinged sole as she gently wriggled her toes, and scrunched and relaxed her foot. He could see every delicate wrinkle and crease on her sole through her sheer stocking, and when she spread her toes the nylon over them became translucent.
Oh, fuck... fuck... fuck...
Alan gripped the armrests of the chair as his muscles began to jerk and spasm. He could not help but shudder and grunt, and his back hunched forward as he came violently in his pants.
He never took his eyes off Dr Parvati's glorious foot as torrents of cum gushed into his pants, and he panted and groaned as his cock throbbed and throbbed. He gripped the armrests so hard that his knuckles went white, and he nearly collapsed to the ground under the crushing force of his climax.
Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck... Oh, fuck!
What the fuck had he just done? Fuck!
Alan looked up at Dr Parvati's appalled face, and he whimpered as the last of his cum leaked into his boxer briefs. A wave of light-headedness came over him, and he had to keep his grip on the armrests to stop from collapsing.
"I... I... I'm..." he panted desperately, as he looked pleadingly at Dr Parvati. "I'm sorry, I..."
Michelle stared at Alan with her mouth open, in complete shock and utter disbelief. Despite her best efforts, she burst out laughing.
"Oh, God, Alan! Did you just...? You just... Did you just cum in your pants?" she giggled, wiping away tears from her eyes. "Wow, I can honestly say that I have never seen anything quite so... so... to be frank, Alan, anything so pathetic! I had no idea your sexual problems were quite so severe!"
Alan began to cry, and he crossed his hands over his crotch in a futile effort to hide the huge, damp patch in the front of his slacks.
"I'm so sorry," Alan sobbed, "I did not mean to... I swear..."
"I should hope not, Alan!" Dr Parvati said with feigned sternness, trying desperately not to break down laughing. "I don't have to tell you that I would have absolutely no tolerance for anyone who came into my office looking for cheap titillation or sexual thrills! Oh, I would not hesitate to phone the police, to report such a disgusting perverted assault on me!"
Alan felt that he could throw up. Michelle felt that she could fall off her chair laughing.
"No! No! I promise, it was an accident!" Alan bawled, "I would never do that! I didn't want to! I... I..."
Michelle put on an expression of mock surprise.
"Do you really mean to tell me that your problem is so severe... that your obsession with feet is so strong...?"
Alan put his face in his hands, and cried so pathetically that his shoulders shook.
"Yes! Yes! I'm so fucking pathetic, so fucking obsessed with feet that I just came in my pants without wanting to!"
Michelle gently dipped her toe into her shoe and lifted it to her hand. She delicately pushed her stiletto back onto her foot, and relaxed back and scribbled onto her notepad.
"Oh, Alan, this is much more serious than I could have ever imagined!" she exclaimed. "This will take some very, very intense and frequent therapy! Once a week will not be enough! No, we will need to meet twice a week, at least, and may well need double sessions!"
Alan continued to sob into his hands, and he nodded without saying a word.
"After all, cumming in your pants in front of me is obviously embarrassing, Alan, but what if anyone else knew about this? What if prospective clients, or partners, or business rivals... Oh, that would dreadful!" she exclaimed.
Alan buried his face into his folded arms.
"Please, help me, Dr Parvati! I'll do anything!" he wailed.
Michelle finished the calculations on her notepad, and smiled ear to ear when she added up how much money she was going to make from Alan Delaney.
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Amy Santiago Blacked Ch. 02
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As soon as the words left her mouth, Amy felt her heart plummet into her stomach, the knots of guilt, shame, fear all wrapping around it and trapping it as she shook with nausea at what she had agreed to.
"See." Luke said grinning as if he had won the lottery, "That wasn't so hard was it."
Amy blanched, scrunching her nose up at his amusement. It didn't mean anything, if it would appease him and help him cooperate with her investigation then fine, she would play along.
"Right..." She said weakly before clearing her throat.
She looked behind herself and sunk back into the armchair and did her best to regain her composure and reset the situation. Yet despite her desire to regain control, she felt something else inside of her screaming to escape, to stop whatever was happening before it developed into something worse. Yet she looked up at Luke towering over her and gulped.
"So...as...as I was saying, if...if you do have any information ab...about the gang..." She squeaked.
"Oh Detective please." Luke snorted before moving to sit back down opposite her, "you can drop the act now, the cop routine, all the boring high horse morality bullshit, now you're here you can act properly." He said.
"I...it...it's not an act, this is who I am." She whined defensively, frowning.
"Uh-huh, okay, well we're gonna work on that." He said, tilting his head to inspect her.
She shivered at his gaze, watching his eyes rest on her chest and then her crotch and she crossed her legs doing her best to shift his attention as she clicked the pen and tapped the notepad now resting on her lap.
"Please...Mr. Jackson, uhh...Luke...please, I need your help." she insisted.
"Oh I can tell girl, I can tell." he said
Despite her newfound uncertain situation, Amy couldn't help but feel annoyed at the change in how he spoke to her, looked at her, and interacted with her. He was now condescending, rude even, normally she would never let anyone speak to her like that, but clearly this wasn't a normal situation. Desperate times called for desperate measures and Amy was willing to suffer the indignity silently if it got her results.
"Right...well...maybe we could start with your former cellmate then." Amy said, doing her best to stay on track, "perhaps you can tell me if he discussed anything with you during your time togeth-"
"What's your name again?" He asked loudly, interrupting her and earning a scowl as she simmered.
"Detective Santiago." Amy said quickly and cleared her throat. "As I was saying, did he-"
"No no forget that, what's your name, what can I call you." Luke clarified.
"You can call me Detective Santiago." She said with a strained smile.
"Nah nah nah." He replied lightly, shaking his head, "you ain't getting it, clearly you're smart as you've worked up the ladder and out of the blues, but if you're my woman then drop the cop act, in this apartment you're mine." he said.
The sudden shift in his tone caught her off guard as she sucked in her lips nervously, his voice a low rumble in her ears. She couldn't understand what was happening as she scooted to the edge of the seat and coughed.
"A...Amy..." She admitted and furrowed her brow at her compliance.
"See...that's a start, Amy...I like it...I like it much more than you trying to boss your man around and have him call you something that doesn't apply here." He said.
She frowned, an uneasy feeling growing inside of her at the terminology he was using, the labels he was applying to them both and his apathy towards her official title which she had worked so hard to obtain.
"I...I don't think that's appropriate." She said weakly.
"No? You prefer I call you something else? You wanna new name, Santiago?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"No." She said sternly, scowling once again at him.
He chuckled, and his dry laugh only added to her injury, her anger at being treated in such a manner simmering under the surface as she did her best to stay composed. She needed the information, she needed a lead, she needed to grit her teeth and bare with him until she could leave.
"Then until you're ready for some nicknames, I think we'll stick with Amy." He said, his tone of voice leaving no room for discussion.
Amy drew in a breath and sighed heavily, doing her best to expel her anger and remain calm, "fine, fine, I...fine you can call me Amy," she said.
"See, isn't it good when you do as you're told, when you're good for me." He said in a low seductive voice.
She swallowed hard, not understanding why his words seemed to have an effect on her, flustering her, she didn't want his praise, she didn't want his validation. She didn't. Did she?
"I...please...Luke...I've asked again and again, I've agreed to your request, you can call me by my first name, please, can you give me anything to take back and follow up to get results." She asked, desperation in her tone.
"Sure," he said casually, throwing his hands up.
Amy let out a sigh of relief, finally she would be able to proceed with her investigation and have something to show for her compromise, her breaking of her own rules and morality.
"Just as soon as you convince me you mean what you say." Luke said with a smirk.
"What?" She asked, caught off guard as confusion coloured her expression.
"I don't know if I believe you is all, you're so insistent on getting info, like a dog with a bone," He paused and narrowed his eyes and looked at her, "well not that that's a bad thing, good to know you're an obsessive bitch when you need to be." He said, his grin growing.
"Excuse me, I am not a bitch!" She snapped, reacting immediately, her emotions beginning to compromise her formal position.
"Ha! We'll see." Luke said, unbothered by her response, "But I like that, hot and flustered so easily, oh I'm gonna have fun with you." He mused.
"I...I...just...just want...information." she said in a small voice, looking away and down at the empty page of her notepad.
"You'll get it, soon as I know you mean to honour our deal." Luke said, regaining her attention. "Now, you want answers, then answer my questions, who are you?" he asked.
"I...I'm Detective Amy Santiago." She answered softly, confused.
At her reply Luke sighed and shook his head, she watched as he brought his thumb and finger up to the bridge of his nose and pinched it.
"No...no girl, oh you really are interesting, more work than I thought but I guess that makes it all the more fun." He said looking back up at her.
"I don't understand." Amy said, feeling once more like a schoolgirl failing to understand a question or obtain the highest grade for an exam.
She sat on the edge of the armchair, looking at him with a fixation she knew was dangerous to give the man, he was a criminal, he was clearly dangerous, and he was clearly toying with her, yet that innate quality in her to succeed, to pass every test, know the correct answer to every question, was trapping her in her newfound situation. She leaned forward, her notepad crumbling against her jacket as she waited for his explanation.
"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, once again his tone condescending, "you're my woman." he said simply.
Fear of failure paralysed her, yet beyond that a cold sense of dread as she realised he wanted her to state it, recite it, declare it as if it were true. Her throat turned dry as she let out a weak raspy sound of confusion. Confusion at the situation, the newfound title that he placed upon her that seemed to not quite fit right and her own emotional response to the label.
"Oh." She said, feeling small.
"So, want another go detective?" He asked, flashing his teeth in what Amy could only describe as a shit eating grin.
She wanted to say no, wanted to tell him where to go, or even to book him and make him go through holding, force him to sit in a cell for twenty four hours just to try and wipe the grin off of his face. Yet she knew that if she did she would never find out what he knew, and she would never be able to showcase to Captain Holt and the upper echelons of the NYPD her capability.
"Yes." She whispered, hating herself for her weakness, her need to prove herself to anyone and everyone.
"So needy." Luke teased, causing her to frown, "Alright then, Amy, what are you?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her.
"I..." Amy began, the barrier in her mind a long hurdle which she mentally jumped over "I'm your woman." She said in a flat, empty voice.
"Uh-huh...and what am I?" He asked, clearly enjoying this new game.
She looked at him, uncertain as to what purpose this game served apart from giving him a kick out of her submission
"You're my man." She said in a reserved manner
"Like you own it, come on I wanna hear you declare it like you're proud of it." Luke said loudly, "what are you?!"
"I'm your woman." Amy said loudly and quickly
"Who are you?" Luke repeated
"Your woman." Amy replied feeling funny about the situation
She blew her breath out uncertain as to why the declaration seemed to have affected her as she shook her head slightly. It didn't matter, it was just words, just another game she was forced to play
"So now that you're satisfied, may we continue, please?" She asked
"Sure." Luke said, "although you look a little flushed, would you like some water?" He asked
"Yes, yes please." Amy said accepting the offer
She remained seated while he stood, once again towering over her for a brief moment before stepping past her and disappearing. Suddenly alone Amy couldn't stop herself from looking around and taking in the various artefacts around the apartment to try and gleam more of an insight into Luke's life. She frowned at the poster on the opposite wall, unable to work out the meaning of the letters as she stared at them. The picture was a jumble of geometric shapes but along the bottom were four letters written in large black font and as she stared at them she tried to figure out what they could possibly stand for but couldn't work it out.
"Here, I only had still." Luke said, returning with two plastic bottles.
Amy murmured a weak thanks and opened the bottle and took a large gulp, gasping in as she swallowed and pulled it away from her mouth. She placed the bottle on the floor by her feet and dabbed at the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand
"So...your cellmate?" She asked
"Who?" Luke said between sips
"Come on, I did as you asked, now it's your turn, did Joaquin Rameriz ever speak of any future plans once released." She asked looking at him
"You know what, I think he did." Luke said slowly
"Really?!" Amy asked leaning forward, "what did you speak of?"
"Oh a few things, plans for staying out, plans to visit New Jersey, you know mainly stuff we couldn't do while stuck inside." He said
"Right but anything specific about what type of work or a current living location?" Amy asked
"Yeah...yeah, course." Luke said, his grin once more visible as he also leant forward, "but first, how do I know you're not wearing a wire?" He asked.
"What?" Amy asked, her face falling at the question.
"How do I know you're not wearing a wire?" He repeated, crossing his arms, placing them against his chest.
"What...what does that have to do with anything?" Amy asked, once again frustrated at the interruption.
"Everything." He deadpanned.
Amy remained confused, sat opposite him, her gaze scrutinising him, unable to understand his point.
"Why would I need to wear a wire? I'm not here undercover, I introduced myself when you opened the door, you know why I'm here. I have no need to wear one." She said.
"Even so, I need to know I can trust you, need to know you trust me, so prove you're not wearing one, so that nothing I say can be used against me, and we're good." He said, shrugging.
Amy opened her mouth to retort yet only let out an awkward sound as her throat once again dried out. Frustration bound her to her seat, never had she had such an interaction before, never dealt with someone who so easily managed to ruffle her feathers.
"I'm not wearing one." She said flatly, reaching down and taking another large sip of water.
"Well if that's the truth then you won't have any issue showing me." Luke grinned.
"I'm not showing you anything." She said dryly.
"Then I guess once again we're back to showing you that front door of mine." Luke said bluntly.
At the inflection in his tone Amy winced, hating how once again she had been trapped, forced into a corner, and backed up against a wall. The choice was simple, compromise or leave. She sighed once more, hating how Luke seemed to so effortlessly force her to abandon her morales.
It's only for the case, it's only for now, just this once, just today. She reasoned as she pursed her lips and reached down to unzip her boots.
She gripped the heel of the well polished black boot and pulled, revealing a plain charcoal grey sock and placed the boot on the floor to her left and then copied the action and soon placed its partner beside it. She looked up to see him watching her like a hawk and internally she felt nothing but annoyance and frustration at the criminal who had somehow obtained all the cards in their game.
"You better have something useful." She huffed as she opened her jacket and pulled it off down her arms.
"You doubting your man so soon?" He teased as she stood up, "trust me Amy, I have everything you need to be satisfied."
"God you're insufferable." She said as she folded the jacket neatly over the arm of the chair.
She pulled at her light blue shirt, removing it from where she had tucked it into her pants and with trembling fingers slowly forced the top button through the buttonhole, releasing the tightness of the shirt. The action became quicker the further down the shirt she went and eventually she stood before him, the shirt fully open revealing a grey vest underneath.
"There...no wire." She sneered, dropping it off of her shoulders and turning around to reveal her back.
"Mm." Luke said in a flat tone. "Take it off then." He said
She turned back around to face him and gawked at his insistence, uneasiness filling her as she sucked in her lips, her mouth dry as a desert.
"What?" She asked in disbelief.
"You heard me, take it off, pants too, I know full well you could easily hide a wire small enough down them slacks." he said.
Her breath was loud in her ears as she pulled the shirt off of her form, her arms suddenly cold now bare as she looked down at the ground. Shocked by her own actions, her own compliance to his request as she once more submitted to his newfound authority over her in their situation. The shirt was placed on top of the jacket, the colours pairing nicely as she then turned and faced him again. Her fingers shook more than before as she reached down for the clasp of her pants and opened it slowly. Gasping at the action as she pulled them down and then stepped out of them.
This is insane. This is insane. What am I doing?
Amy folded the pants neatly, unable to let go of her need for order and structure as they too joined her removed clothes and turned and looked down at the ground.
"See...no wire." She said gesturing to her bare legs and plain grey cotton panties.
"Damn...look at those." Luke said loudly, clapping his hands together.
At his reaction, Amy looked up and saw a new look in his eyes, a glint that was not there before and she recognised what it was, she had been afraid that it had been a possible factor in his request. Lust burned brightly in his eyes as she watched him look at her body before flicking his gaze up to meet hers again.
"Lose the vest."
"No...I...please...this...this is insane, this is crazy, I could be suspended for this, it's completely inappropriate and unprofessional and..." She whined, desperate for a reason to stop before she went too far.
"It look like I'm gonna go stitch you up?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You know full well you made your decision the moment you stayed, so stop holding back and show me you mean business." He said firmly.
"I do mean business, I'm a cop, I'm here for information, not for you to leer at me." she hissed.
"And you get it when I say you're good." He snapped back making her jump, "now do as you're told and get that vest off."
Amy sniffed and swallowed her reply, shaking now with rage at his treatment of her, as she grabbed the hem of the vest and lifted it off. Unlike the rest of her clothes she did not fold it but simply placed it on top of the rest of her outfit and turned to look at him. She cocked her head, doing her best to sneer at him and hide her discomfort as she wrapped her arms around herself doing her best to cover her cleavage from his sights.
A low whistle rang out across the room as he began to nod, his eyes never leaving her body. She squirmed under his gaze, a feeling of vulnerability added into the mix as she shivered. Everything within her screamed at her actions, knowing it was wrong, it was crazy, above all it was stupid to put herself in such a position just for information.
"Damn Amy, you really are something! You a full ten, a real smoke show." Luke said slowly as he raised a finger.
"Spin around then, let me see the whole package." He ordered.
Amy bit her lip hard to keep from snapping back, embarrassment colouring her emotions and her cheeks a bright shade of pink as she did so, quickly moving an arm down to spread her hand out across her bum. Despite the plain nature of her panties and bra covering her most private areas she still didn't enjoy the fact she was on display for him, feeling more like a piece of meat than a person.
"Now that is a fat ass, damn!" Luke exclaimed.
At his comment she gasped, turning around to face him, her injury on full display.
"Don't cry about it, stick around long enough and you'll learn why that's a compliment." He said, waving her reaction away.
She simmered, scowling at him as both arms crossed over her chest once more and she cleared her throat.
"Happy now? Can I get dressed?!" She asked impatiently.
"Girl you are dressed, just be grateful I'm not pushing you to take off those awful granny panties for now." He said ignoring her.
"These are appropriate for work." She said dropping an arm to cover her crotch with her hand.
"Sure, but I ain't having my woman dressed so plain, no sir, my woman should be dressed to show how sexy she is, so you want information to keep flowing then that's changing first thing tomorrow." He said.
"You...you can't be serious." She said in a strained voice.
"Dead serious girl, you come in here wanting stuff then you gotta give first before you take, now why don't you drop that arm away, stop hiding your goods from your man and tell me what you are again, girl." He ordered.
Amy held her position for a moment, glaring across at him as her mind raced with all the replies she wanted to say, all the things she wanted to do before ultimately giving in. She lowered her arm down to her side, showing off the plain grey bra that matched the panties and sighed.
"I'm your woman." She answered.
"S'right...but you should say it with more pride girl, look at you, a walking sex bomb all depressed about showing yourself off. I know that that ain't right, we gotta fix that." He said, shaking his head.
He stepped forward and despite herself, she flinched, raising her arms halfway up as she watched him step into her personal space. Her breath caught in her throat as her chest heaved, her cleavage now on full display to him. He dropped his gaze down to it and stared thoughtfully before looking down at the rest of her before travelling back up her body to meet hers. Amy noticed there wasn't an ounce of shame in his gaze as she sucked in her lips.
"Who are you?" He asked quietly.
"I'm your woman." she answered calmly.
"Yeah? That make me your man?" he asked, earning a nod.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning his head to the side.
"Yes." She answered, her annoyance at the game evident.
"Ha you hate it don't you, I can tell, but we'll see how long that lasts, won't be long till you'll be declaring that happily." He said, reaching out towards her.
She closed her eyes and whimpered only to slowly open them as her breath left her body feeling his hand slide slowly over her face to cup her cheek.
"Yeah...you're mine, I can see it in your eyes, you're curious, we can work with that, nothing sexier than a little innocent curiosity being corrupted." He said dropping his arm down and removing his touch.
No. Amy thought, the alarm bell ringing at the notion of being corrupted into a dirty cop.
"So...ask away then baby, what do you want to know about my time living with Joaquin?" he asked.
At his question Amy couldn't help but be caught off guard, having to shake herself out of a stupor to remember where there original conversation had been left at. She reached down onto the seat and retrieved her notepad and pen and stood there before him now only in her underwear ready to finally get the information she had sacrificed her dignity for.
"Anything you can tell me, everything that might be relevant to the case." She said, feeling extremely weird about the entire situation.
"Well, Joaquin was in for being caught with possession, he wasn't happy about it either, we aren't talking just a few kilo either, he was caught transporting a shipment." Luke said, moving to sit back down.
"Where?" Amy asked.
"Great question," Luke said, deflecting again, earning a sour expression, "where are you from?"
"Brooklyn, but my parents are from Cuba." Amy answered quickly, determined not to waste anymore time, "where did the shipment come into?"
"Cuba huh, damn, you really are the real deal," Luke answered and then looked away, "best I heard, he mentioned something about a string of warehouses owned by a shell company, something about a family business." He said.
Despite her attire and her worsening predicament, Amy began writing, finally putting ink on paper as she nodded.
"Did he ever tell you the name of the company? Ever give any other names at all?" She asked.
"Yes." Luke answered bluntly.
Amy closed her eyes and sighed briefly before opening them to look back up at the man sat across from her, ignoring his grin.
"Care to share?" She asked.
"Oh no, no I don't share, if you're mine then that's it, no one gets to have you." Luke said firmly.
"I...that...that is not what I meant." Amy said awkwardly.
She looked at him, the silence between them growing more and more tense until he clucked his tongue.
"No but it's what I'm telling you, in case you were under the impression you could put those prim and proper clothes back on and leave thinking this was all a game." He said, shaking his head again.
"I...I said what you wanted me to say." She said nervously.
"And what? You think you can appease me with empty words and trick me?" He asked, his tone lowering again.
"I..." Amy began before trailing off, uncertain what to say.
"I thought as much." He said simply as if he had somehow won an argument against her.
Once again Amy simmered, unable to understand why she was so wound up, why he was able to fluster and frustrate her so easily.
"You ever been with a black man before?" He asked so casually she was caught off guard.
"Wha...what? No...no...no I...I haven't." she said weakly.
"Oh Amy you just keep on getting more and more amazing." Luke said, smiling with glee.
"What does that have to do with anything?" She asked nervously.
"Not much yet, guess we'll find out together huh." He said.
At that Amy was at a loss for words, she was hoping she wouldn't have to find out anything more with Luke than the information she needed, yet at his words she couldn't help but worry he had a desire for her to return.
"Mr. Jackson," She said, slipping back to the more formal use of surnames, "I think it best we focus on my questions for the investigation rather than your personal ones for myself." She said, softening her tone.
"And if I disagree? What then?" He asked, shrugging his shoulders, "hmm? You agreed to be mine, surely you realise it means I have to get to know you so I know what you like." He said.
"That...is not the point." She huffed.
She sighed again, feeling more and more frustrated with herself for ending up in the situation as she looked down at the notebook on her lap and then flicked through the pages.
"Did you ever get anything out of him regarding the shipments, how often they came in? How the product was moved? What ports exactly?" She asked.
"Yeah, oh yeah, he really opened up, almost as if trying to recruit me." Luke said.
"I see, and?" Amy asked, looking down at her notebook.
"Red Hook was dropped a lot, almost every other word out of his mouth, that and Newark, Jersey, you know, main ones, nothing new there." He said.
"I...I guess not, but it is a start, something to work with." Amy said, scribbling the names down.
She paused and looked up and felt her blood run cold as she saw Luke holding a phone up aimed at her.
"What are you doing?!" She asked frantically.
"Capturing how cute you look working, you know you stick your tongue out when you write?" He asked.
"Stop it!" She said covering herself with her notebook. "Stop! Don't take photos!" She whined, closing her eyes and covering her face with her free hand.
"Don't take photos" He echoed with a cruel chuckle.
"Stop it!" She wailed.
"Shut up!" He roared, reducing her to a shocked gasp and loud sniff.
Amy opened her eyes slowly and peeked over her fingers to see him now on his feet again and closer to her, the phone still out between them aimed directly at her.
"Photos already taken, a whole bunch with your face clear as day, bet they would make quite a scandal if they were to be submitted anonymously to your little police station huh." He said, grinning like a hyena.
"Please...no...don't...don't do that. You can't!" She begged, feeling fear grip her heart and cause her to shake.
"You aren't in a place to tell me what to do." He stated bluntly. "Now drop the book and stand up, time for you to start owning how sexy that body is instead of hiding it."
Amy sniffed again, feeling overwhelmed with emotions as she couldn't work out how to think or feel as she weakly stood, her knees shaking as she did so while she awkwardly kept her arms pinned to her sides. She looked up at Luke and then at the camera and winced at the very real issue of being caught on camera in such a compromising position.
"Don't worry, this little photoshoot can stay between us, no one has to know," Luke said, his thumb repeatedly tapping the screen.
Guilt, shame, fear, nausea, anger, all of them worked their way through Amy as she realised she had let this happen, she had walked into the lion's den and was now trapped at its mercy.
Oh god I'm such an idiot
"That is as long as you continue to keep your word, you are a woman of your word right? He asked her, looking up from the phone screen to meet her gaze.
She opened her mouth to answer but heard only a dry croak, and then nodded instead.
"Turn around then, show me that booty." He said crudely.
Amy sniffed again, embarrassment taking the lead in her emotional disarray as she shuffled around until she was facing away from him, tears threatening to spill out down her cheeks as she hung her head in shame.
"That's good...that's good...but look over at me, so I can see it is you stood here." He ordered.
She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder and hated the sight before her eyes, the tall man smirking like a kid on christmas morning as the camera clicked repeatedly.
"See...ain't hard being my woman is it?" He asked without caring for an answer.
Amy sniffed but remained silent, wishing with every fibre of her being that she never took the case, that for once in her life she could have been content with being overlooked, outshined, but no, she had to need to prove herself. She had to try and look where it got her?
"Damn wait...hold on...your badge...where's your badge?" he asked her.
Embarrassment took a back seat as shame rose to the top, burning her cheeks with heat that she couldn't handle as she closed her eyes and pointed down at the collection of clothes she had willingly discarded.
"Get it out." He ordered.
Sighing at the command, knowing it would no doubt continue to get worse, Amy reached forward into her jacket and produced her badge and while still facing away from the criminal who was now in the process of becoming her blackmailer, she held it up to show him.
"Good, good. Now be a good girl for me and hold it up between your cheeks, lets see that badge bounce on that fat latina ass." He sneered.
Tears spilt out as she obeyed, reducing her pride in her career, in her position and in her values to nothing more than crude sex as she pressed the badge against her panties and hung her head low, sniffing loudly. The phone once again clicked repeatedly, the camera noise seared into her brain as she heard him step around behind her, no doubt capturing different angles.
"Turn around, let's see you flash that badge so proudly, show your man how proud you are to be a detective." He said.
She wobbled on her feet as she turned, her knees shaking more than ever before, the feeling of nausea growing stronger and stronger to the point where she felt she was going to be sick. She looked head on at the camera capturing her whole frame and her badge now held up against her chest and sniffed away her tears while wiping her face, determined not to let him reduce her to tears any longer than he already had.
"That's it, that's it baby...show me that little moody pout, come on, glare at me and let me know how mad you are." he said condescendingly.
She sniffed again and did as he instructed, narrowing her eyes and scowling at him, her lips pursed so tightly while she scrunched her free hand by her side into a fist. Rage filled her, along with a desire to lash out and break the phone yet before she could act out on any of those impulses he broke the silence.
"Now...lets film a little video shall we, can be the start of a montage we can make." he said looking up from the camera. "When I give you a nod, why don't you introduce yourself, title and name and tell me what you are." He said.
She was going to be sick, her nausea seemed to be sending that message loud and clear to her brain as she shook on the spot, paralysed by fear at the entire situation. Yet as she looked around the room for anything that could be used in the likely event of that happening she caught him nod out of the corner of her eye and snapped her attention back to the phone.
"My...my name is...my name is detective Amy Santiago, and I..." She paused as she worked hard, controlling her body as she swallowed down her nausea and let out a shaky breath "and I am your woman."
She let out a sigh of relief at managing to complete the sentence without throwing up and sagged under the emotional weight, her shoulders falling and spirit breaking.
"Give us a spin baby girl, let me see how good you look." He ordered.
Without looking up she span, stepping slowly to show off her body, grateful he lived alone, grateful no one else was here with her, grateful that if he was true to his word about sharing, no one else would ever see this footage of her greatest moment of shame.
"That ass belong to me baby?" He asked her as she returned to her start position.
"I..." Amy began, unable to answer.
"Ha...look at you, so fucking pathetic." He chastised, his cruelty causing her to flinch as if struck.
"Stop..." she whimpered, unable to endure anymore, "please stop." she begged as fresh tears broke past her defences and ran down her cheeks.
"Oh don't cry baby, you'll soon realise all this is to help you, make you who you deserve to be, one day you'll watch this back with me and laugh at how innocent you were, how green, how naive." Luke said dropping the phone down.
At the sight of him no longer recording, Amy let out a shaky sigh of relief, her whole body shaking, her chest heaving and fingers twitching, unable to stop or control her body as she fell into the armchair. Her mind was broken, unable to think clearly or accept his words or her situation as she sat spaced out, staring across at the wall opposite her. Fingers snaked out and gently pinched her chin and she blinked as she felt him tilt her head up and force her to look at him.
"Who are you?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"You're...your woman." she answered weakly, her voice breaking.
"That's right, and I'm your man, so you know I'm gonna be good to you, do as I say and all this is our secret, you get that?" he asked her, looking down at her sternly, "now I think this is about as much as you can handle today, we got some nice shots, some good angles huh, get dressed, and we can plan out your next visit after you go and make use of that info." He said.
Amy blinked and slowly moved her body, her movements were slow, sluggish, as if she was operating on autopilot, her mind unable to fully accept all that had happened as she struggled to redress as fast as she had undressed, her fingers shaking so much she failed to do her shirt up fully until she had calmed down sufficiently.
"Hold up, wait, I think you deserve a little something something to remember what you decided today, what you agreed to be." Luke said, disappearing into the kitchen.
Amy stepped into her shoes, choking on bile which she swallowed back down and then turned around to see Luke once again before her, a marker in his hand.
"Open that shirt back up." He said calmly.
Amy blanched but tried to follow his command, her fingers shaking on the buttons until she managed to open the top half and reveal her cleavage and grey vest again. She watched with fear as he stepped forward and pulled her vest down her body and then pressed the pen against her skin, moving it along her chest as shame once again clutched at her heart.
"Now hold that shirt open and look straight at me." He said pulling his phone out again.
Her heart only continued to sink as more photos were taken of her position, and with a nod from him she pulled her shirt tight and did it up once more and quickly threw her jacket on and did the button up, determined to cover herself up as much as possible while she still could.
"Give me your phone, only right that I share how good you look, and establish a channel we can talk on." He said holding his empty hand out.
Without resisting, Amy reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her personal phone, unlocking it and opening up a new contact page and handed it to him, sealing her fate. It only took a minute or two and then it was returned to her. Luke grinned like a banshee and reached out and took hold of her side and steered her towards the door. As they stood before it Amy felt numb, unable to accept everything that had happened to her as the door swung open and the derelict corridor greeted her.
"I'll be in touch baby, don't miss me too much while you're hard at work, and remember, next time you're here I expect you in something more suitable for my woman." He said.
With that he gently pushed her out through the door and her heels clicked loudly against the cheap laminate and a gasp left her body as she felt his hand make contact with her ass, patting it for good measure before the door closed behind her. She blanched at the situation and turned and left, unable to think straight as she descended the stairs, her mind replaying every act, every sentence, every willing step she took that led her to be trapped in her current situation. As she walked forward she felt her phone buzz repeatedly and knew who the messages were from.
Stepping out into the area outside the building she walked slowly to her car, unlocking it and immediately relocking it as she sat in the driver's seat and then as fresh tears spilt down her cheeks, she reached up and wiped them away and sniffed and gasped loudly. Her fingers tapped the six digit pin to unlock her phone and she loaded up the whatsapp message from the unknown number to see various incriminating photos of her in her underwear holding her badge and a video she didn't have the heart to watch and then finally a single photo message of her dressed in her outfit, her face full of anguish and pain and her shirt open exposing her chest with two words written across it, like a branding, marking her clear as day, "Luke's bitch."
"Oh god..." she choked out as she looked down at her chest, knowing those words were still on her skin, tattooed across her body, reminding her what she had agreed to become.
What she had allowed him to turn her into?
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"police",
"cop",
"corruption",
"body writing",
"stripping",
"interracial",
"filming"
] |
Pup Days Ch. 05
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Gay Male
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Chapter 5 - Pablo/Pup Mellow, Lance and Jorge
*****
'Oh, that was a nice walk,' Lance said, walking alongside Jorge as they strolled up towards the gate to their front garden. They were both smartly dressed.
'Feeling refreshed. Enjoy that, boy?' Jorge looked down at the pup who was secured by a leash to a collar around his neck as he walked on all fours beside his two owners.
'Wruff, wruff,' Mellow barked as he followed his owners into the front garden and sat on his haunches, waiting for his owners to unlock the door to their house so they could get inside. He was in his pup gear: hood, mitts, tail and collar.
'I'd say he's all tuckered out,' Lance laughed. 'He really loved walking in that pup park, and made a few pup friends too.'
Mellow wagged his tail, reminiscing about the afternoon they had just had walking with his owners in the pup park, seeing the other human pups being led around by their handlers and then getting a chance to run off the leash and play with some of the other pups.
'Alright, in we go,' Lance swung open the door.
'Come on, boy,' Jorge tugged lightly at the leash and the pup complied, scooting inside after the other men. He was glad of the cool air inside the house, feeling the frigid air conditioning sting pleasingly on his hot sweaty skin.
Jorge unlatched the leash from his collar and went with Lance into the utility room to take off their shoes and tidy away the leash.
Slyly, while the owners were busy, Mellow took the opportunity to run into the living room and find a comfy spot and chill out. The walk had taken it out of him and he needed a lie down. He padded over on all fours to the couch and hopped up, turning in circles and throwing his body down on the soft cushy material. He sighed in pleasure, relishing in the comfort.
Just a few minutes, he thought, thinking he could get away with a sneaky nap on the couch.
He closed his eyes for what felt like a split second and all of a sudden he was awoken by yelling coming from his owners. His eyes flew open.
'Bad dog,' Lance shouted, pointing a finger at him.
'Get down from the couch with your dirty paws,' Jorge ordered him.
When Mellow wouldn't move, Jorge gripped the pup's collar and had to drag him from where he was lying, causing the pup to whimper.
'Looks like you're still in need of more training,' Lance decided. 'Pups aren't allowed on furniture, unless given permission. And especially not when they've been trodding around in mud,' he tsked.
Mellow bowed his head low in shame, sorry for angering his owners.
'Upstairs, bath time,' Jorge pointed towards the ceiling. 'And don't mind your moaning boy or you'll be getting a worse punishment.
Mellow hated taking baths, all the standing on all fours and being washed by his owners made him feel emasculated and like a baby. He much preferred just showering himself while not in pup mode, but his owners knew he hated being bathed so used it as a good opportunity to not only make sure he was a clean pup, but also to give him a punishment for being bold.
So he huffed, but walked on all fours upstairs to accept his fate.
****
'There we go,' Lance said, lifting the pup hood off Mellow, revealing a sweaty face beneath. 'We'll wash your muddy gear later,' he said, dropping it with the mitts, collar and tail in the wash basket. 'But, first puppy needs a good scrub.'
Mellow stood on all fours fully naked in the bathtub, a grumpy look on his face at the prospect of being given a wash.
Soon hot water was shooting from the showerhead as the two owners stood topless on the outside of the tub, their muscled torsos looking delicious.
Mellow couldn't help but get hard at the sight of his handsome owners.
'Maybe puppy likes this after all?' Jorge teased, lathering up some soap and caressing the pup's butt, getting soap all over the juicy cheeks.
'I think so too,' Lance laughed and tousled some shampoo into the pup's hair.
The two men worked various soaps and gels across the pup's body, passing firm hands along his arms, legs, feet, shoulders, back, face, chest and torso. The room quickly filled up with steam and various scented aromas, creating an immersive sensual experience.
Mellow stood stock still, embarrassed at being pampered, but couldn't help getting turned on by the touch of his owners. They stroked his cock to clean him and he wished he could pump it to cum, but he knew they would punish him for being naughty and getting all dirty again. So he just stood there quietly waiting for the bathing to finish.
As they worked his body, he couldn't help but relax into their strong firm hands as they massaged his tender muscles. Walking around on all fours really took it out of you, and the hot water and strong caresses were doing wonders for his aching body. A few moans escaped from his mouth on more than one occasion. He just hoped his owners didn't hear. He was trying to give them the silent treatment.
'Alright, all done, puppy,' Lance washed away the last of the soap and let the pup climb out.
They dried him with a towel and let him trot out of the bathroom.
Mellow was glad to be done and truth be told all the walking and pampering had made him extra sleepy. He was drowsy from the warm water and soothing bath oils so he looked around and decided to lay his head on his owner's bed for a minute while they cleaned up in the bathroom.
Just a minute or two, he thought, but soon he was fast asleep.
'Hey, look,' Jorge nodded to Lance once they had finished in the bathroom. 'Should we wake him up?' He asked, wondering if they should give out to the pup for getting up on furniture again.
'Nah, leave him be,' Lance considered it. 'He's all tuckered out from today. Plus he looks so sweet asleep there. We'll let him rest this time,' he kissed the other man on the cheek and they made their way downstairs, giving the pup a well-deserved nap.
*****
Burnt orange sunlight dappled in through the bedroom window, cascading long shadows across the beige carpet. A light breeze ruffled the net curtain as it danced in the wind. City noise in the distance gradually shifted in the dusk as daytime activity gave way to nightlife.
Lance and Jorge sat on a teal velvet bench at the end of their bed, both wearing briefs that curved their plump butts and hugged their heavy bulges. They kissed one another, holding each other's bearded cheeks and feeling the tickle of facial hair as they moved their faces. Their tongues swirled inside each other's mouths, tasting the familiar flavours of their mouths.
Although married for a number of years, and together for a lot longer, they never failed to turn each other on during their more intimate moments. Hands caressed arms, bulges sprung to life and moans escaped their lips. They were glad for the breeze that blew in through the window and drifted across their sweaty skin.
The two men were caught up in one another when a quiet whimper came from the corner of the bedroom. They broke apart and glanced over to the source of the noise.
A young man in a blue pup hood sat on his haunches on the carpeted floor, waiting patiently, but looking with expectant eyes at his owners.
'Hmmm, do you think he's stayed put long enough?' Lance asked.
'I think he's been a good boy and obeyed our command to sit and wait,' Jorge smirked.
Mellow moved his mitted paws on the floor, doing his best not to move off from his assigned spot. He had been voyeuristically watching his owners intently making out while he planted his butt firmly on the carpet. At first he had enjoyed the show, but now his raging boner needed attention; or at least some sort of caress on his body would relieve his burning needs.
'That's about ten minutes,' Jorge glanced at the bedside clock. 'Alright, want your bones boy?' Jorge asked.
Mellow barked and nodded his head, getting on all fours, but waiting for the command before he moved.
'Come on, then, boy,' Lance gestured with a finger.
Mellow scurried over and was sitting on the floor by his owners' feet in a flash. He buried his muzzle in Lance's crotch, nuzzling the bulging fabric. Passing a tongue out from beneath the hood, he licked the bugle, feeling the heat from the cock underneath.
'Mmmm, good, boy,' Lance smiled. 'Want that bone in your mouth?' He teased.
'Wruff,' Mellow barked, nodding.
'Well get them off,' Lance ordered.
Mellow tried to grab the underwear with his paws, but his mitts prevented him from grasping hold of the fabric. He whimpered as he struggled.
'You'll have to use your teeth, pup,' Jorge suggested.
Mellow followed suit, moving his muzzle close to the underwear and successfully grabbing the fabric between his teeth. He pressed his jaw tightly together, pulling the briefs down his owner's legs, which felt like they went on for miles. Lance lifted his legs to help with Mellow's disrobing of his underwear.
Mellow threw them aside with a flick of his head and exhaled, glad the job was done. He was about to dive in and suck the bone as a reward when his owner stopped him.
'Ah, ah,' Lance pressed a finger into the middle of the pup's forehead, holding him back; the tip of the cock just inches from his tongue.
Mellow moaned, trying to move against the force of Lance's arm.
'That's only half of the job. What about your other owner?' Lance nodded towards Jorge's crotch.
Mellow's shoulders fell as he glanced across at the blue fabric that encased his other owner's cock. He would have to complete another arduous task before enjoying the bones.
'Don't pout boy, or you won't be getting any,' Jorge warned.
The pup got to work, moving over to Jorge's crotch and began the same task of disrobing his other owner, pulling the fabric with his teeth and feeling it slowly drawn down the man's legs. By the time the underwear was off, he was almost out of breath from the strain of all the pulling and maneuvering.
'Gooood boy,' Lance cooed, petting the pup on his head. 'Now you can enjoy your bones.'
Mellow didn't hesitate for a second, jumping to play with his reward: two hard thick bones standing to attention between his owners' legs. He nuzzled them with his muzzle, watching them swing back and forth as they slapped his face. His eyes crinkled as he smiled with joy, sniffing the musky scent exuding from their bodies.
The pup couldn't help it any longer; he took one of the shafts inside his mouth, feeling the meaty appendage filling up his mouth. He passed his tongue down along the large head and shaft as he pushed the foreskin back. The warmth from the cock was welcoming inside him.
He then jumped to the other bone, tasting and savouring the different scents and sizes. It was shorter, but had a wider girth and was curved so it hit the back of his throat in a way that made his eyes roll.
Whimpers escaped his mouth as he enjoyed both bones, the various flavours that exploded in his mouth and the different ways they passed down his throat.
The owners themselves were moaning as the pup took their cocks down to the base, swallowing their long hard dicks and doing a professional job at making them disappear down his throat. Their pet sure knew his way around dicks, an expert at oral pleasure. They petted his head and encouraged him, calling him a 'good pup' pleasuring them and taking their cocks.
The two seated men continued to make out in between watching their pup sucking them off.
The pup looked up from where he was at their crotches, watching his owners furrow their brows in pleasure and gazing at their new loving partner. Soon the room was filled with moans and the heat of intimacy.
After some time, Lance shifted and got to his feet. 'Uhh, I want some of that puppy hole. You want me to fuck you, pup?'
Mellow barked, wagging his pup tail in excitement.
'I have an idea. Why don't you fuck me, Mellow, while Lance fucks you?' Jorge asked.
'Wruff,' Mellow bounced on his paws, even more excited than before. He was vers so it suited him down to the ground, plus what was better than fucking your owner, than fucking two at the same time?
'Alright, up, pup,' Lance tapped the bed and the pup complied, hopping up on the bed on all fours. He wagged his butt, ready for some anal fun.
'Let me get under you, pup,' Jorge laid down on his back on the bed and scooted underneath the pup, pulling his legs up so his butt stuck upwards. He gazed up at Mellow, warmth in his eyes as he smiled at his pup who was about to fuck him. Grabbing a bottle of lube, he popped the lid and squeezed some onto his hand and slicked up his hole, sticking a finger in, then two and then three. The hole became gradually looser as he breathed and relaxed his sphincter.
'Pup is hard,' Lance said, coming up behind Mellow and squeezing some lube onto his palm. He jerked the pup's hard cock, slicking it up so it was nice and slimy.
The pup gasped at being touched for the first time there this evening; the cold lube was a shock and made him even harder.
'Looks like pup is ready, go on, fuck your owner,' Jorge instructed and the pup aimed his hard cock at his owner's hole, pressing inside.
Jorge inhaled deeply, bracing himself as the cock moved further inside him. It went deeper and deeper until it was finally all the way in, pressing against the prostate.
Mellow moved his hips back and forward as he began to pump inside his owner, gathering up a quicker pace as he fucked Jorge, sending waves of pleasure throughout Jorge's body.
Jorge groaned, looking into his pup's eyes through the holes in the hood, love in his eyes for his new partner.
The pup looked down at Jorge with the same look, affectionately fucking his owner.
'Fucking hot boys,' Lance said, egging on his partners. 'Now, my turn,' he said, pressing a lubed finger inside Mellow's butt, adding more fingers as the pup's hole relaxed. As the pup's moved back and forth fucking Jorge, his hole was being fucked by Lance's fingers, giving him pleasure both on his dick and in his hole.
'Here we go, pup,' Lance stood behind Mellow and pushed his hard cock inside Mellow's hole, moving forward step by step until his naval was skin on skin against Mellow's butt, his hard shaft buried with the pup's hole.
'Uhhhh,' Mellow whimpered, taking a pause on his thrusting. He was filled with his owner's bone, his hole wrapping around the long shaft and his prostate being massaged by the bulbous head. It was almost too much pleasure with both his hole and cock getting action.
Mellow took a few breaths to gather himself before he began fucking Jorge again.
'You can do it, boy,' Jorge encouraged.
The pup continued, slowly thrusting into Jorge, the hole wrapping around his cock and the sphincter tightened and loosened.
Simultaneously Lance began to fuck the pup so as Mellow moved back he collided with the forward thrust of Lance. Their synced rhythm created maximum pleasure as he gained pleasure on every forwards and backwards thrust.
'Good, boy,' Lance encouraged. 'There you go,' he rubbed the pup's back as they continued fucking, getting into a steady pace, their bodies hot and sweaty. Loud grunts filled the room, it felt like the whole city could hear them.
Jorge wrapped his arms and legs around the pup and pulled him down so he was lying on top of him as he fucked him.
Lance followed suit, lowering his body on top of the pup so he was lying on the pup's back as he thrusted in and out. The three men were horizontal, stacked on top of one another as they fucked and were being fucked, a hot pile of masculine male energy.
All three exchanged kisses as their heads lay close to one another, getting in some romantic affection in between the intense fucking.
The session continued, growing more and more intense as the pleasure grew and they moved closer to climax until finally their love noises became shouts of explosive pleasure and they moved over the edge. The three men climaxed simultaneously, waves of ecstasy spreading throughout them as they came. Hot ropes of cum shooting from all three men: Mellow inside of Jorge, Jorge across his stomach and Lance inside of Mellow.
They lay still on top of one another, breathing deeply and sinking into the post-orgasm ecstasy. Hands gripped skin, cheeks rested against muscle, cocks remained inside holes. The rise and fall of their bodies slowed as they regained their breaths after the intense fucking.
One by one, the men returned to the room, gaining clarity as the high of the orgasm passed and they rolled off one another, landing on their backs on the bed. The three lay side by side, wrapped up in one another and gazing at the ceiling, smiling in contentment.
Mellow turned his head towards the window, through the curtains to the world beyond. Outside, the orange dusk had turned to the darkness of night. City lights glittered against the dark blue skyline. Each light had its own story, a person living their own life, having their own evening of fun or adventure.
Turning back to the room, he looked at Jorge and Lance. He had managed to find his own light, his new life with his owners, his partners, his lovers. He smiled at them, feeling the love and trust and security they provided as their warmth flowed from not only their bodies but their spirits.
He was home.
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I Stumbled into a daily blowjob Ch. 18
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Authors note* With summer activities in full bloom, I still hammer away at this story as time allows. For those following from the start, I hope you enjoy this chapter leading up to vacation break as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, I look forward to the creative boost reading your comments.
Chapter 18
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It's Saturday morning, another week has passed, and I couldn't be happier living with Jill. Down to earth, she loves me like I've never experienced before and treats me like a king, and yet I'm still trying to figure her out at times... the growing desires she's repressed for so long, the unknown ahead that drives this overwhelming attraction I have for her.
We worked to get all the dwarf trees and shrubs planted in the evenings, and I must say she has done an impressive job working a series of flat creek rock into the side of the large round mound to simulate a very natural look, jutting out on the steeper slope.
Ashley is ecstatic now that she passed her drivers test, and her mom let her start driving herself to school. Jill has been driving the Miata back and forth to work, and now we have plenty of time for some great sex before heading off to work in the mornings.
Today however, Jill was up early on a mission to prepare a good breakfast for Ashley and Lana before today's track meet. Since she moved into my bedroom I've been fucking Jill most every morning, but she started 'that time of the month earlier in the week, and insisted on sucking me off to start my days.
The second evening that Jill and I worked till dark setting shrubs, Ashley finished her school work early and whipped up something for us to eat once we came inside. Such a sweet girl to take that upon herself knowing her mom was tired, finding a spot by me so her mom could stretch out on the other wing of the sectional to just flake out for the rest of the night.
Her mom had already assured her it was ok to take care of me, and Ashley took the opportunity. My little sweetheart seems to really enjoy our special time together, oiling up my manhood for a leisurely stroking while we watched a bit of TV, and thrilled she could pull another nut out of me before we all turned in.
I sense Ashley has this growing infatuation aside from her curiosities, and that has me a little concerned. I stopped in her room for a minute yesterday and those two photos of me were in a dual hinged frame sitting on her nightstand, and she sketched the TSS clock logo on a large posterboard tacked on her wall, and I'm not sure what to make of that. It's starting to feel like she has some sort of an idol crush as much as a daddy thing now.
Maybe I'm overthinking and should look at the positive side as she's getting damn good at giving a hand job. Still fascinated at how I respond to different strokes and always stays with it till she pulls a good load out of me. Jill seems fine with it, so to say I'm living a dream would be an understatement, but there is nothing I wouldn't do to help them live their best lives too.
The three girls left earlier in Jill's SUV to meet up with Theresa and the team at school, and I'm in a rush to get back to the house with a load of mulch to wrap this project up. I want to switch out of the truck, and drive the Miata to school and hopefully get there before her first event. This is her second meet, and this time next Saturday we will be at the beach, and I am so looking forward to some down time.
Without my usual workday pressures to keep subcontractors on track this morning, I chuckle at myself, not able to stop thinking about the new family life I find myself immersed in, enjoying it more as each day passes.
Lana came home with Ashley yesterday to stay overnight for today's meet, and the teens made us a homemade pizza from scratch instead of going out as we usually do on Fridays. Jill and I sat at the bar afterwards sipping on a cocktail, talking and listening to music as an hour slipped by. She made the comment earlier that they were likely having sex so when the teens came downstairs, already in sleepwear with smiles on their faces, she was probably right.
The four of us spent a little time playing pool before they headed back upstairs around ten o'clock. Ashley had gotten herself comfy ahead of bedtime in that baby blue spaghetti strap babydoll again. Lace cups with a simple white ribbon tied below her breasts, sheer fabric falling open to her hips with matching lace panties. To her credit, she didn't make any teasing gestures in front of Lana to suggest her attire was anything other than being a natural thing around the house now.
I was a bit surprised to see Lana follow her lead somewhat, lounging braless for the evening in a pink, soft cotton tank top to use as a nightshirt, and it was a welcome distraction. Her perky buds were poking in plain view with glimpses of a really nice rear view when bent forward to take her shots. Her white cotton panties pulled in tight separating those round athletic cheeks of hers was hard to miss.
Ashley is starting to get pretty good at playing pool. Nothing fancy, but her aim has improved tremendously, and she's learning to control the ball speed to leave a better position for her next shot. It was a pleasant end of workweek evening, and I'm understanding why Ashley is so taken with Lana.
She's the cutest little redhead I've ever seen to start with, a giggle box with a witty sarcasm at times that I find hilarious, and as sweet as she can be. There's a relaxed feeling in the air now that Lana seems at ease around me and staying at the house in general. She helps herself in the fridge, and we joke and pick at each other in good fun.
Jill had changed earlier from work clothes into leggings and a knit top playing the good mom with Lana staying the night. She's always the hottest babe in the room in my eyes, and I tried my best not to gawk at Lana when it was her turn to shoot, but I just couldn't help myself. I guess she's seen Ashley dressed this way around the house enough that she doesn't worry about me anymore, and didn't seem to mind me getting an occasional glimpse either.
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Arriving later than I hoped, the parking lot was full, but I managed to find a spot out in the boonies. As I'm walking a good distance to the football field hoping the teens might place in an event today, the secret encounter the night Ashley slept with us during that bad thunderstorm comes to mind. I thought she might want to try again by now but maybe that night satisfied her curiosity, and I'm certainly not going to push it.
Scanning the stands for Jill as I walk down the side of the track full of teenage girls stretching and preparing for the next race, I see her standing about half way up the stands waving me down.
I get up to her row and she's next to Theresa in a group of eight or nine other moms and a few dads she knows, all around our age. I squeeze past several people along the bleachers to claim the spot beside Jill standing to greet me.
I can't help but notice how fit and trim she is surrounded by the other moms. While they aren't necessarily overweight, Jill works out daily and it shows. It's glaringly obvious the way the other dads are staring at her ass while standing there waiting for me, that she's the one mom in the group they would love to fuck just once if they had the chance.
Dressed as the proper mom in public in high waisted light blue shorts coming down to mid thigh with a white belt emphasizing her small waistline. And oh my, my, the fit of those shorts pleated loose in front, but lay into the slope of her back, and just a tad snug as they come around those round cheeks she works so hard to keep toned and tight.
A collared, short sleeved, blue, red, and yellow flower print blouse is loose around her breasts, but tucked neatly in her shorts, modest with a couple of open buttons, standing taller in her favorite raised wedges.
She has her hair pulled through a white capless visor to stay out of her eyes, her bangs laying over the bill, small hoop earrings, sunglasses, and her makeup is light and charming. Damn, she always dresses well and looks so fine today.
Rubbing around her back as we sit down and glad to see her, I notice she's wearing a bra. That's perfectly ok with me in the company she's keeping at the moment, but my ego is soaring being the guy with this petite little spinner amongst the other long time married men, and I like that feeling.
Jill introduces me to everyone. The gents and a couple of wives recognize my name from my builder signs after a mention of that from Theresa. I say my 'nice to meet You's to everyone', and there's a tap on my shoulder.
"Remember me?"
I look over my shoulder and recognize that it's Kathy sitting behind me, a girl I knew well from back in the day that had the hots for me. Once she was of drinking age to enter a bar would frequent 'Marmaduke's' most every weekend when my band 'Renegade' was the house band for a summer.
She would show up at the club on weekends, and more times than I can count would pull me out to our van when we went on break to toot a line and suck my cock for the fifteen minutes I had before going back on stage. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught sucking the drummer off in the parking lot. She was a wild one.
"Kathy? Is that you?" catching each other's eyes as she leaned forward to talk..
"I didn't know Jill was talking about you when she said Andy will be here shortly," squeezing my shoulder, grinning at me.
I know exactly what's going through her mind. Kathy still looks pretty, and holds her figure for the most part, and here we are twenty years later running into each other by chance. Me, a divorced, childless bachelor showing up with her prim proper friend Jill to watch a high school track meet, but we both are remembering how she was my little slut puppy at the time. I can see it in her eyes.
"So you have a daughter competing today?" hoping to keep the conversation directed at the kids.
"Yeah, Cynthia is my oldest, and I have two boys, what about you?"
Jill is smiling at us both listening, glad to see I know someone other than Theresa.
"None for me other than Jill's daughter, but you've been busy!" chuckling a bit.
"Well, you know me," with a wink, sitting back on the bleacher.
"It's good to see you, I guess we'll be running into each other from time to time now," turning back around to look towards the track field.
"Old friend?" Jill squeezing my leg, smiling at me, and not having a clue. I know how heartbreaking it might be for her to know Kathy, one of her school mom friends, was sucking and fucking me even if it was some twenty years ago.
"Yeah, from way back, haven't seen Kathy since high school," and left it at that.
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So it's several long hours sitting on bleachers in the sun on a warm day to see Ashley and Lana each compete in four events, and taking second place in the 800 relay. I get to know the people around me a bit as it wears on into midday and the meet is finally over. It's around 3:30 as Jill, Theresa and I hang around the track waiting for the girls to shower and return from the locker rooms.
We talk about the trip coming up, with Theresa thanking me, and wondering how we planned to do dinner and so forth to estimate how much cash to send with Lana. I insisted the trip was on us, not to worry, just send her with a couple hundred dollars spending money for souvenirs and such.
The girls finally come back out to find us all excited, telling us all the girls on the team are planning to go out to eat to celebrate the various awards won today. Ashley in her favorite, low-waisted jeans with the knees ripped and my favorite, her red halter top, braless and filled. Ashley in skin tight stone washed jeans that bell below the knees covering her shoes, ragged from being walked on, and an off the shoulder peasant style top, perfect for her perky buds.
Ashley hits her mom up to use her car for a first real outing other than school and back. I stay silent to see how Jill wants to handle this next step in parenting as we all walk toward the parking lot.
"Mom, is it ok if I drive your car to Applebee's so we can eat with the team?" pausing for a few seconds, "I mean, Andy drove too so you can get back home."
"Oh my!" looking at Theresa with a little head shake, "I suppose I should get used to this."
"Can we, please?" starting to walk backwards facing Jill, clasping her hands together. Lana is nervously waiting for Jill's answer as we walk through the parked cars.
"I suppose so, but just you and Lana, no carload of girls, ok?" giving her a motherly grin.
"Ok, I promise!" and Ashley's smile starts growing.
Theresa quiet till now interjects. "You can't stay out late running around after you eat," speaking directly to her daughter.
"I need you home at a decent time tonight, you know we're going down home to see your grandmother tomorrow," and Ashley quickly answers Theresa's demand.
"Mom won't let me drive after dark yet, so I'll have her home by eight."
"Make it 7:00," Theresa replies sternly, arriving at Jill's little SUV.
"Alright, 7:00 then," with just a shade of disappointment in her voice.
And with that, Theresa says her goodbyes and continues on to find her car, and I lay my hand out to Jill for her keys.
"I'm parked way out by the road, let me drive us there," placing my arm around Ashley's shoulder for a little squeeze to convey that I'm happy for her before she gets into the back seat, and I take the driver's seat.
Jill fastens her seatbelt looking toward me to get my reaction or approval to letting Ashley have her first adventure, I'm not sure which. The teens are trying hard to contain their excitement in the backseat, grinning at each other as a new world of freedom is about to open up.
When I pulled up to the Miata Jill appeared surprised that I drove it here today. We all start piling out of the car with Ashley and Lana scurrying to take the front seats. As I rise up in the open driver's door Ashley is standing there in a hurry to get behind the wheel to take off in Jill's car.
"Come over here, I want to show you something," placing my arm aound her waist to direct her to the little two seater, pressing the fob to unlock it, and opening the driver's door.
"Go ahead, get in."
Ashley's eyes start opening wide, looking at me in disbelief as she makes her way down into the driver's seat. I squat down beside her in the open car door.
"This is a perfect day to ride with the top down, see the two latches at the top of the windshield?"
"Oh my god, Oh my god!" looking scared to death, as if she can't believe what I'm about to do.
I reach in across her lap to put the key in, allowing the car to operate the top.
"Pay attention now, I want you to unlatch those," and she does, "Now, press this rocker switch," and she does, hardly able to contain her excitement when a narrow panel between the rear windshield and trunk raises.
Ashley looks behind to watch as the hardtop begins its travel back into the compartment, and the panel closes itself. Lana standing by the passenger door grinning from ear to ear watching this all unfolding before her.
"Ok, now press the rocker to come back up. I want to make sure you know how to properly latch the top to lock it in."
Ashley is doing as I ask. The panel comes up, the hardtop reverses the cycle, and she latches the top down without a problem. Jill leaning against her SUV with the biggest smile, not saying a word, just watching her daughter absolutely giddy.
I raise myself up enough to see over the hardtop, "Well Lana, get in!" to a smiling face, dropping back down to turn my attention back to Ashley.
"Sweetheart, this car is small and low to the ground and sometimes hard to spot in traffic, so promise me you will be a super defensive driver, and put the top up and the car locked when you're not in it."
"I will, I will, I promise!" almost stumbling over her words. Lana in the passenger seat now, wide eyed, nodding her head in agreement.
Ashley has this big toothy smile, simply glowing as she unlatches the top again, and once the top has completed its cycle into a convertible, she reaches out to grab me around the neck, hugging me tight to whisper in my ear.
"I love you so much daddy," followed with a peck on the cheek, sitting back with a brief gaze conveying innocent disbelief and gratitude all rolled into one.
Something about seeing this young lady so happy just makes my day, and Jill watching me spoil her rotten is absolutely loving this whole scene. She had no idea I would bring the Miata, my baby, to let Ashley drive it home today.
We get back in Jill's car, backing up to let Ashley pull out, and watch her look around the dash to familiarize herself for a minute. As we follow them out of the parking lot, Jill slides a hand inside my elbow, with the biggest smile.
"The way you spoil her, what am I to do with you?" and I can't help but grin.
"Yep, and those two will always remember this day."
"Do you have any idea how much that little girl loves you?" giving my arm a good squeeze.
"Do you have any idea how much I love that little girl of yours?" glancing over at Jill, looking at me as if all is right with the world.
She moves her hand down into my lap and takes my hand, locking her fingers in mine as we follow them another mile down the road until Ashley makes her turn. With the top down it's easy to see how excited those two teens are, nonstop talking, giggling, hair in the wind, and having the time of their lives out on their own for the first time.
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Driving back home I'm bragging on Jill for helping me host clients Wednesday evening, showing them around the house, pointing out different features that may interest them. I get a huge smile and a thank you for noticing.
She was the perfect hostess, conservatively dressed, yet looking so fine as always. Jill even brought a tray with coffee, mugs and condiments down to my office after we settled in to discuss a new house build.
Once we get home, I meander over to look at the landscaping now that all the small trees and shrubs are set. Jill followed over and took my hand again as we gauge the progress of her project.
"We've gotten a lot done, but I'm thinking I'll wait until we get back to purchase the bulbs and ground cover to finish it up."
"I agree, but we should go ahead and get the mulch down before it gets late," but Jill starts to pull at me to go inside.
"There's plenty of time for that," giving me that sultry little lip bite, and I know she's horny again.
Standing just inside the door, she pulls her visor off. Her hair comes down across her sunglasses, raising up for a passionate kiss, holding the back of my head as I wrap my arms around her lower back. Her tongue probing, sucking my tongue in, swirling around it with a soft, "Mumm," her other hand finding my package for a good squeeze as we separate.
"What was that for?"
She takes me by the hand, not saying a word leading me to the living area, turns and drops down on her heels with her back against the loveseat, looking up at me through her sunglasses while unbuckling my shorts, letting them drop to the floor.
With my manhood hanging just a few inches in front of her face, she lays a soft wet kiss on my cockhead, and good lord, something about her in those oversized sunglasses gazing up at me has me hard in a matter of seconds.
"Does Jill need some again?" with a little laugh.
"The way you've taken Ashley as your own? You make her feel so special." rubbing her cheek along the side of my stiffening tool, as I push her bangs off her sunglasses to see her eyes.
"I love you so much!" and I never tire of hearing her say those words.
"Don't you understand, I feel good inside when I see her happy like that," watching as she takes me by the root, running my cockhead back and forth across her lips.
"And she loves you for it, the same as I do," closing her eyes, she purses her lips and lays a soft French kiss on my cockhead, her tongue lapping at the tip, "Mumm".
Looking back up through her sunglasses, she moves her hands around to hold my cheeks, pulling me forward to her parted lips, and begins to slurp and suckle all around my cock head. It feels so good and so incredibly hot to watch her when she is into it like this.
"Mumm mm," her head tilted up without use of her hands, suckling my cock head in and out of her lips as if savoring the flavor of her favorite tootsie pop, simply worshiping my manhood.
I'm getting weak in the knees at the sight of Jill kneeling below me, backed against the loveseat, as I push her hair back from her sunglasses again for a better view. Her hands holding my ass cheeks firm, the sound of her soft whispers, "Umm, it's so good," tasting my man meat with long loving licks now, from root to head along each side of my free swinging boner.
I'm lost in pleasure, unable to keep my thoughts to myself, "Gezus babe, do you have any idea how lucky I feel to have you two here?"
And I see her grin, she loves my remark, running her tongue back up my shaft, slipping her lips over my cock head to suckle on me some more. "Mmm," her head tilts right to left, "Umm." slipping off and back on, suckling my cock head in and out of her lips in short slurping bobs, "Umm mm," just working the head of my cock as if to let me know how right I am.
"I mean, getting sucked, and fucked every day like this is almost too good to be true."
Jill pulls off, looking up smiling at my comment for a few seconds before rising up, pressing her breasts against my chest, as I embrace her for a soft kiss.
"Baby, we're both lucky. No, the three of us are lucky!" taking a step back to unbuckle her belt.
She unzips and drops her shorts, stepping her wedges out, and moves up to stand just inches from my face, pushing my hair back over an ear while gazing into my eyes through those sunglasses.
"I never imagined a month ago that it could be like this," running her fingertips along the underside of a raging boner with her other hand. "I think she enjoys this as much as I do, and it's beautiful."
A chill goes up my spine knowing just how right she is. I reach down to pull my shorts off my feet, and as I'm raising back up, she's turned and bent over with her arms crossed on the back of the loveseat with her legs parted, her ass arched up, looking over her shoulder with that sultry little lower lip bite.
"I've missed this in the mornings and I need you," and I quickly realize her 'time of the month' is over.
I'm staring at those kitty lips in between her straightened legs, standing taller atop her wedges, toes pointed down, legs parted with her rear turned up as high as she can manage in the perfect mounting position.
Jill gives me that little lip bite again, wagging that ass, waiting for some hard cock.
"Damn, you are one irresistible woman," stepping up behind her, holding my tool at the base, sliding the head down through her folds already wet with anticipation.
"Mmm," wiggling her rear to help enter that slippery treasure till I'm half way in, pushing herself back into me for more.
Oh man... that Jill pussy wrapped around my shaft again... grasping her hips to hold her firm. I want to take my time with this woman I haven't had in days. To slow fuck her for a bit and enjoy the build up.
"Mmm... fuck yes!" slips out under my breath as I start pumping my boner in and out of this tight little spinner. Her lips stretch, grabbing at my shaft with each withdrawal. That incredible feeling when Jill's snug little twat swallows my manhood pushing it back in, and I'm savoring her grip along every inch of my manhood, settling into a nice easy pace.
Oh god, how I love fucking this woman deep and slow when Jill raises up on her elbows...
"Ooh... Come on, fuck me, I've been needing you!" backing into my pelvis to pick up the pace.
She wants a good fucking and wanting it badly, and it only takes a couple of thrusts and we are in unison. Jill is demanding double time, pushing herself back into me faster, and gezus is she horny for cock. I let go of my grip, and simply stand with my pelvis forward and let her slam back into me, to fuck me the way she wants.
And boy does she! Using the back of the loveseat for leverage, standing with my hands on my hips looking down, watching Jill's ass backing into me, using my cock like a dildo to get herself off. I can't hold off but for a minute and start thrusting my pelvis forward to meet that turned-up ass with a smack, smack, smack... and she starts to go off.
"Oh God, Oh Yes!" getting vocal as she keeps up the pace.
This little hottie is slamming back into my manhood deep and hard with a smack, my shaft glistening with her juices coming out, only to get swallowed whole again, and again, backing that treasure into me faster and faster.
"Ah, Ah, Ah... Oh baby, fuck me!"
"Gezus babe!" I have to grab her hips again just to hang on and stay in rhythm.
"Ah, Ah, Mumm, Ah, Ah..."
That warm, snug tunnel is bringing me close already, quivering wildly and just sucking my cock on the pullout, and nothing is going to stop her from getting filled to the brim. Her head and hair hanging down, moaning out loud...
"Ahh...Oh god, Oh god!" relentlessly backing into me hard and fast
"Mmm, ooh, Ooh, OOH, OHHHH...YES!" and that pussy is clenching the hell out of my man meat, quivering and contracting like crazy climbing the orgasm she wanted so badly, and it's taking me over the top sooner than I wanted.
"OH... Gawd Damn!" pulling Jill back into me, holding her tight to bust the first nut deep inside her, and she collapses on the loveseat riding the wave.
"Ahhyaah!... OH GOD YES!"
...and I proceed to give her what she wants and start banging the shit out of that fine rear end, lifting her up on her toes, slamming hard into that quivering canal to finish empty my nuts as that kitty continues to contract and milk the seed out of me until I'm spent once again.
Jill has her head buried in her crossed arms murmuring while squirming her ass back into me to keep from leaking cum.
"Mmm, that's just what I needed."
I may have lasted ten minutes at most, but damn is she a hot fuck!
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Ashley and Lana have made a few passes through the small downtown area, hoping to be seen by their friends in the little convertible. Giggling and excited in the midst of life moving faster in such a positive direction. Both parents know and approve of their lesbian relationship, Lana about to turn eighteen with a week at the beach just days away, and now they are out and about without a parent cruising around in a convertible sports car. How could life get any better for two teenage girls in love?
Ashley pulls into the restaurant parking lot to see the rest of the team sitting outside on benches, waiting for customers to finish eating so the servers can clear an area to pull several tables together. All the dozen or so girls were dropped off by a parent, and one catches the little sports car pulling in, noticing that it's Ashley and Lana. This is a big deal in the world of high school.
A couple of girls trot out to see the little convertible they've just pulled up in. More start to follow, as a half dozen teammates gather around, 'oohing and awing' watching the top go through its cycle with Ashley latching it down.
Being so sheltered and kept from doing things until recently, Ashley has never been the center of attention, but in this moment she's having an overwhelming feeling of acceptance, and perhaps being envied by a few in this small town clique that hadn't given her much mind until now.
She and Lana get out, pressing the fob to lock it up. With all the new experiences of the past several weeks, her mothers embrace of her womanhood and life choices, and now being the center of attention, Ashley is feeling a new found confidence boiling inside. Walking around the car, and to Lana's surprise, she takes her hand in front of all their peers, gently pulling at her to walk together as a couple to join with the others still sitting on benches.
Maybe it was the cool factor driving up in a little sports car together, or being lesbians has just come to be acceptable, but not a single girl made any sort of off hand comment. A few surprised looks that they are coming out as a couple, but none showed any signs of disrespect, all the girls simply accepting what is.
Fingers locked together, nervously squeezing each other's hand in the midst of their teammates, the conversation returns to today's meet, and funny little mishaps throughout the day as they all wait for a table. It's as if all the fears these two young girls held about being found out were melting away.
Ashley and Lana have never felt any closer to each other than now. With their fingers locked together, Lana is making little circles with her thumb on Ashley's expressing her approval, both thinking to themselves that this is for real now, we don't have to hide it anymore and anything is possible.
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I have the truck backed in the yard to unload the mulch. Up in the bed, I've slung several scoops around the Jap maple tree at the end of the house when Jill comes out to join me slipping on her gardening gloves.
In faded jeans, and tennis shoes, she has her hair fixed in her visor again with sunglasses. A red flannel shirt left open, and tied up under her breasts, sleeves rolled over to her elbows.
Standing in the truck bed, looking at the tight fit of her jeans while she's on her knees is a constant distraction for the next hour or so as I'm slinging a scoop of mulch where she points as she spreads it out.
It's a great view down her open shirt when she sits up to direct the next scoop, or having her ass up pushing mulch around the base of the shrubs. I can't help but think to myself, yes, like all men I like to glance at a woman I find attractive, but I just fucked Jill... It's the way these two dress to tease me all the time, that I'm finding myself obsessed wondering when one of these two will be in my shorts again.
Once finished up, we stand together admiring how great the new look of the house is coming along. The mulch ties it all together and I let her know how pleased I am with the design.
We haven't eaten since breakfast, other than some popcorn from the snack bar, so we take a quick shower together to get the grime rinsed off and throw a few burgers on the grill for something quick to eat. I threw an extra in case Ashley wants one since she's due back home in the next hour.
Jill prepares the buns and fixin's in the kitchen, then comes out with a couple of soft drinks while I'm manning the grill, obviously dressed for comfort as well as my viewing pleasure, her hair pulled up in a wide hair clip, all cleaned up from working the landscaping.
The first thing that catches my eye are the stretchy camel colored shorts that rise over her hips to flatter her small waistline and tummy, reaching just below her belly button. When she turns, they're just long enough to wrap under her bottom, the stretchy fabric gets lost, pulled into her rear cleavage as if holding each round, toned cheek separately... and it's all mine.
The matching tube top holds her C cups firm, caressing and defining the shape of her breasts, her shoulders bare with a hint of her pokies. The top and shorts compliment her fit body, and every curve of her small frame. Dressed for summer the way someone her daughter's age would, but damn if Jill doesn't wear it well. She knows exactly what I want from her, and I can't help but notice the soft skin of her exposed tummy and shoulders are starting to tan nicely.
"I hope those girls are staying safe in your car," staring at the burgers while taking a sip.
"I have every confidence, She's a good girl."
"I know," slipping her arm inside my elbow. "But I was so surprised you let her drive your little sports car today,"
"I bet those two are having a good time. It's fun to drive, I mean, you've driven it this past week."
"I do like it for fun, but baby, it's just not very practical. The trunk is so small I can barely get all the groceries in it," causing me to look at her.
"Are you going to be ok driving it, or do I need to start taking Ashley to school again?"
"Oh my no, I don't think I can put that toothpaste back in the tube," with a chuckle. "I'm fine with driving back and forth to work for the time being. Maybe I can help her buy something cheap once she finds a job."
"We'll figure something out. I'm going to pull these off the grill, they look done," and off we go to have dinner.
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Back out on the deck with a full belly, I have my feet kicked up on the coffee table finishing off the soft drink from dinner. The sun is getting low on the horizon, just passing the time away this pleasant Saturday evening. But inside I'm trying to figure the best way to approach her about something important that I've put off for a couple of days.
"Well darlin, I suppose I should get you paid."
"For what?" Jill looks startled.
"The landscaping, it's close enough to being finished for me."
I casually take a sip having a good idea how she might respond when she sits straight up, staring at me.
"Andy, you're not paying anything for that. You took care of Ashley's insurance, and besides I enjoy doing it." looking a bit disgusted that I would even try.
"Are you sure?" in a meek voice, and she catches herself.
"Baby, I thought being a couple we do things for each other because we want to, ok?"
Just what I hoped to hear, so I reached into the side pocket of my cargo shorts for my wallet pulling two credit cards out where she couldn't see, holding them close in my palm.
"Well yeah... so let me run something by you."
"I'm not taking any payment."
"It's not that, It's just... once I started working with Ashley to get her license I've had growing concerns when she starts getting out and about on her own." pausing for a few seconds.
Jill's expression is curious, wondering where I'm going with this. She knows I've taken my place in Ashley's life seriously, and open to my thoughts on the matter. I take a deep breath before continuing.
"I added a credit card to my Mastercard account for her, limited to a couple hundred a month. I would feel so much better knowing she has it in case of an emergency when she's out, but I wanted to run it by you first."
"You did what?" surprised as hell, but in no way upset.
"You know, if she needs gas or out with friends and wants to grab a burger and has no money. I mean, even having a few dollars cash is fine, but things happen. Am I overstepping my bounds here?"
Jill's eyes are softening, and lays a hand on my leg, just gazing at me.
"No... no you're not, and I can't believe you sometimes. The way you look out for her, and I'm ashamed to admit I hadn't given that much thought. Are you sure you want to do this?" giving my thigh a light squeeze.
"Yep, and I have one for you too." handing it to her, and this look of panic sweeps over her face.
"No, no, no. I have a job!" just staring at the card.
"This is for groceries, things we need around the house," and she gets this little pouty face.
"We agreed I would take care of the groceries!" overwhelmed that I've done this, doing her best to resist.
"Jill, what happened to doing things for each other because we want to?"
"But Andy..."
Quickly leaning in for a soft kiss to cut her off, I sit back to find her eyes again.
"Look, I have the means, and I've told you I'm going to take care of you the way you deserve, and that's exactly what I intend to do," pushing the card in her hand, pausing for a minute to let it sink in, and Jill's eyes start getting misty.
"I know you did," looking down at the card. "I've thought really hard about quitting the realty company, but it's... I don't know, it's like my security blanket," looking back up at me.
"Andy, I don't want to disappoint you," followed by a brief silence.
"Babe, it's your choice to continue working... I understand you have coworkers who are friends you like to see everyday, so If that's what you want to do, then spend what you earn on yourself and Ashley, or save up a nest egg if that gives you a sense of security."
She sits back and lays her head against my shoulder, slipping her hand inside my elbow holding it tight, feeling a bit overwhelmed that my last few comments have made my intentions crystal clear. Jill wants what I'm offering, and the feeling of safety and security for her and Ashley seemed so far out of reach until now.
"Jill, I have goals and I hope like hell you understand that you're one of them," tilting over to kiss her forehead.
"I just... sometimes I worry I'll wake up and this is all gone like it was just a dream," and I can sense her nervousness, but all I can do is continue to reinforce how I feel.
"But it's not, can't you see I'm crazy about you?"
The atrium door opens, and Ashley walks out, just brimming with the excitement of today. Jill sits up when Ashley tries squeezing in to sit on the edge of the little sofa next me grinning ear to ear.
"Hey sweetheart, how did it go?".
"Oh my god! Today was so awesome, when I pulled in they couldn't believe what I was driving."
"I'm just glad you're home safe, I was starting to worry." Jill sort of turns and bends her leg to lay on my thigh to face Ashley, wanting to hear all about it, and she is bubbling over.
"Lana was telling me a little about Theresa's boyfriend Will, but she thinks you're like the coolest that ever was," giggling and rambling on.
"And guess what, Lana and I held hands in front of everybody today," her face glowing with pride.
"Oh, is that so?" Jill's eyebrows raise.
"Yep, and no one seemed to care, or snickered or anything like that. Theresa is having a birthday party for her on Wednesday, but I was wondering if I could have the car do something together one day after school."
I look over at Jill and her expression says it all, like a deer in the headlights. The reality of a teenager with a drivers license.
"Um, I suppose so, let's talk about that later," but Ashley is obviously full of adrenaline as Jill sidesteps that for now. "It's getting chilly out here, I think I'm going inside."
"Sweetheart, did you notice what time on Saturday we can take possession of the condo?" injecting myself to save her mom for the moment as Jill gets up to go down the deck stairs to the basement.
"Two o'clock I believe, I'll run and get my laptop to check."
"Bring it downstairs, I'm going to join your mom," and she disappears into the house.
I find Jill behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, so I take the stool at the end of the bar waiting for Ashley.
"So... ok if I let her have this card?"
"Yes baby, go ahead," glancing up at me with this loving frown of approval.
Ashley comes bouncing down the stairs still filled with the excitement of the day to stand next to me in those tight jeans and red halter top. She sits her laptop on the counter, enters her password, and a window is already open on a clothing site, and I catch a brief glimpse of a model in short shorts and a very high cropped shirt that says something I couldn't quite make out before she gets the new window with the condo site opened.
She scrolls down and finds the details that include the 2pm check in for Saturday, and 11am checkout for the following Saturday, as Jill is making her way around us to take the stool on my other side.
"Hmm, with a few stops along the way it's probably an 11 to 12 hour drive," thinking out loud, but the way her breasts fill the pockets of that halter top, the magnificent cleavage Ashley has on display standing next to me has me more than a little curious about the clothing she was looking at.
"Will we get there before dark?" looking at me a bit disappointed we might lose the first day.
"Well, I was thinking we could leave late Friday and travel through the night when traffic is light going through Nashville and Atlanta to get there by check in."
Ashley perks up at the idea, but Jill interjects...
"Andy, you'll be worn out when we get there."
"I can grab a few hours of sleep after work and maybe take off around midnight."
"That's a long time to stay awake," the sound of concern in Jill's voice.
"Nah, you girls can sleep on the way down. You can relieve me for a couple hours if I need a break, no need to lose a day."
"I agree traffic would be a lot lighter if that's what you want to do."
"Oh, and girls, I'd like to go out for a nice dinner at least one night so pack something to wear, and let Lana know, ok?"
Ashley nods in agreement, "I'll make sure she knows," and my curiosity is still there.
"So what was that on the other window you had open?"
She starts to grin, closing the condo site and the clothing site is still open. Ashley seems excited that I'm curious, so I'm thinking maybe she had planned for me to see it. Her confidence has been soaring as of late in no small part to my reactions to the skimpy clothes she's been wearing around the house.
And there on the screen is the model wearing a tight short sleeve top with "Yes Daddy" written across the chest. The description is an 'underboob top', and its cropped so short the rounded bottom of her breasts are exposed, and I can just imagine how hot Ashley would look in it.
"Do you like this one?" looking up from the screen grinning, Jill sitting to my other side leans and places her chin on my shoulder to see what we are looking at.
"Well, um, it doesn't cover much," responding with a chuckle.
Ashley takes a step back, "you think would I look good in it?" That red halter top filled with her teen breasts and exquisite cleavage, and I feel Jill squeezing my thigh, prodding me to answer.
"Sweetheart, you damn sure would," garnering a grin as she steps back to stand next to me and as she starts scrolling, I'm wrapping my arm around her waist as we view together.
"Oh my goodness!" Jill reacts scanning the clothes as Ashley scrolls down, and it would seem she has already spent some time on this site.
"There's a lot of clothes on this import site for cheap, mom. You should look through it too," while pulling up the category pictures of booty shorts, crop tops, miniskirts, cosplay, and finally opening the bathing suit category. She scrolls through the different styles, and slows when reaching the string bikinis.
Jill has her fingers running along the inside of my thigh as Ashley opens full screen views of her two favorites, and she's not giving a second thought that I'm running my hand around her ass, and caressing her cheeks now.
"I really wish I had a new bathing suit," an obvious hint, glancing my way, " Which one do you think would look best on me?"
"Sweetheart, you would look great in either of these," giving her ass another little squeeze.
Ashley looks at me for a few seconds as if impatient that I haven't chosen one. She turns, grabs the sides of my stool swiveling me away from the counter to face her, leaving Jill sitting partially behind my side. She steps back a few feet, with her hands on her hips with an exaggerated pout.
"You're not helping!"
That little 'tongue between her teeth' grin of hers starts to form as her hands move forward to unzip her jeans. Jill isn't saying a word sitting behind me, but I can feel her hand roam around my tummy as I watch Ashley pushing those tight jeans down her legs and stepping out.
She stands back up with the biggest grin, her hands on her hips again in high rise red lace panties and red halter top, and my heart rate is going up.
"So, which one would look the best on me?" still grinning, and it's easy to see how confident she is about her body with me now, teasing me, and loving every second of it.
So I sit back in the stool as this is starting to get really interesting. Jill rests her chin on my shoulder as curious as I, slipping her hand under my elbow to find a huge bulge in my shorts, and begins running her fingertips forward and back along a growing boner in plain view of her daughter.
Ashley begins to turn all the way around and I'm fixated on those fucking hot looking french cut panties. Maybe an inch width of red lace resting high over the slope of her hips and down into a triangle of red lace in back, disappearing between those perfect teenage cheeks, then reappearing in her leg gap like a treasure pouch keeping that teen pussy warm.
She continues to turn for another look at her front, as red lace drops down in a V, leaving her flat tummy completely exposed. A narrow width of lace barely contains her prominent kitty mound, her cute little belly button centered above with soft, smooth, unblemished pelvic skin surrounding Ashley's edible mound of virgin delight.
"Lord have mercy!" comes sputtering out without thinking. Jill grasps my boner with a squeeze as if rewarding my comment, and back to running her fingers along my manhood. Her daughter can plainly see what she's doing.
She flashes that 'tongue between her teeth' grin again with one knee raised and bent over the other, toes pointed inward, lifting her straightened arms just off her hips with palms out as if to let me imagine her in the suits, but I've forgotten the bikinis she showed me, much less care about them at this point.
"Well?" tilting her head to one side with the cutest smile that's so big she has dimples.
Jill whispers in my ear, "Isn't she gorgeous?" cupping her hand around my boner, pulling the fabric tight around my manhood, dragging two extended fingertips forward and back along the length of a serious hard on, encouraging me to enjoy the view.
"Um, you look great in red!" is all I could stammer out with my senses going haywire.
This innocent teen is looking for my approval, yet she has the face and body of a drop dead gorgeous early twenties young woman. Steely blue eyes, arched little button nose, full turned up lip with an unmanaged look to her blonde hair laying wildly over one breast, fluffy and full as this mischievous look comes over her..
She softly bites her lip with a naughty gaze for a brief few seconds, then crosses her arms to take hold of the bottom hem of her halter top and pulls it over her head. Those firm teen breasts pop free from restraint with a drop and a single jiggle, now standing topless, clasping her hands behind her back, yet never breaking that naughty gaze.
For Ashley to be this forward, this confident, isn't really a surprise anymore, her shoulders back with a little sway, those full, soft, teen D cup breasts standing proud. The gradual slope from the frame of her shoulders to a pair of small darker areola just above the transition of full rounded undersides are as close to perfection as I have ever encountered.
Young and firm, her nipples pointing upward, erect and excited, her breasts are so perfect. Jill behind me, running her cupped hand forward and back along my swollen boner a bit more aggressive now. Precum is forming a wet spot in my shorts, and I can't seem to stop looking at this topless blonde goddess.
"If I pick one out, would you buy it for me?" starting to look all innocent with that little sway side to side displaying those fucking glorious tits.
She's eighteen doing what comes natural and I know she's playing me, but I am melting butter around her like this. Holy fuck this young woman has me wrapped her little finger and she has to know it, so I take a deep breath to focus myself.
"Um... Sure baby girl, but wouldn't you rather just wait and buy one at a surf shop once we get there? You know, try it on and make sure you like the way it fits?"
Ashley's eyes light up and she moves close enough to place her hands on my knees, and lord all mighty is she built.
"Ok, Yea, let's do that!" hesitating a moment before asking, "But can I order the Yes Daddy top, maybe a couple of others I have in my wish list? They could be here when we get back," hoping I'll go along with it.
I turn to look at Jill, and she gives me this raised eyebrow 'it's up to you' look, so I nudge her hand off my boner so I can reach into my pocket to pull out the credit card, holding it out to Ashley.
"Sweetheart, now that you're driving I added a credit card for you in case of an emergency," and the look on her face is sheer disbelief.
"This is for me? I mean... you let me drive the Miata today, and now this?" reading her name on the card her expression changes to a growing smile. She looks up at me speechless and full of wonder at such an unexpected surprise.
"Now understand, it has a $200 monthly limit. It's not for going wild shopping all the time, ok? It's so you have gas money or maybe grab something to eat when you're out. It's an emergency card, not a shopping card," and Ashley nods in agreement.
"But can I use it to buy the top, I just want it to wear for you?" Her steely blue eyes convey the innocence in her request. I can feel Jill's hand making its way across my thigh again as I reach up to play with Ashley's hair laying on her naked breast. Her young skin is so warm and soft against the back of my hand.
,
"Listen, next week while we're on vacation you're welcome to spend the limit on girl shopping....just that week." But damn it, she looks so fucking hot standing topless in front of me, and I am so fucking weak around her now. Those innocent blue eyes tear me up the way she's looking at me right now, yet I have to be strong, to be the adult.
"This card is a privilege, and it's important that you learn how to manage money responsibly, ok?"
"I understand," staring at her name on the card again.
Jill has left my bulge alone, staying silent while explaining the conditions of her credit card. She starts massaging my shoulder, impressed with the way I interact with Ashley. Firm as if taking on the father's role to guide her into making good decisions, yet never a harsh or condescending word.
"How about this... Forward your wishlist to me and if I see something I like, a package might show up from time to time," with a wink, and Ashley's face lights up.
"Yeah? Like a game?" with the biggest grin.
"Sure, it can be our little game." glancing over my shoulder. " Maybe your mom might want to join the fun too."
From behind me I hear Jill finally speak up. "You are such a naughty boy," with a little laugh. Ashley, still grinning at my suggestion, steps up between my open legs. That perfect pair of tits within a foot of burrowing my face in, and I can't help but reach out to hold each cheek in my hands.
She glances at the card for a few seconds, not giving a thought to me caressing her ass, looks back up at me with an expression that exudes appreciation and love.
"I just want you to be safe, and prepared sweetheart," running a hand along her back, the other holding an ass cheek, and she nods in agreement again, gazing at me like a teen with a crush.
"Thank you, I don't know what to say," hesitates, and leans forward planting a soft open mouth kiss on me right in front of her mom, and catching me completely off guard. The tips of our tongues briefly dance before breaking free, Ashley gazing in my eyes as she stands back up.
"You may not realize this, but you're the closest thing to being the best stepdad a girl could ever wish for," breaking into a beautiful smile with those straight white teeth in full bloom. Jill leaning into my shoulder as I'm holding Ashley's slender waist with a lump in my throat that she keeps dropping the hint.
"She's right, you are," with a soft little bite of my earlobe, then sits back to address her daughter.
"He certainly spoils you, doesn't he?" with a wink and a grin.
Ashley, standing between my legs topless nods in agreement with this solemn expression, saying nothing. A look of love and wonder, how everything in her life seems so perfect now. She leans to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, slipping her hand across a swollen boner in need of proper attention.
"Did I do that?" looking down at the bulge filling her little hand, then back up at me grinning, and I can't help but chuckle.
"You do that to me several times a day without knowing it," unable to contain my smile at the secret life I live within these four walls.
"Yea?" with that little 'teehee' grin she has. "I knew you liked looking at my boobies from the first night mom brought me over."
I feel that weird lump in my throat again as all her teasing those first weeks flashes through my mind in an instant, and my mouth speaks before my brain can edit.
"But I've never seen you without... Um... baby girl, I would love to see you without panties just once," raising my eyebrows as that little tongue between teeth signature Ashley grin just keeps shining on.
"You would?" raising a finger to flick down my nose with a big smile, "OK," and with no hesitation takes a few steps back, and turns facing away from me.
I lean back in my stool to rest my elbows against the counter in anticipation. Jill is now sitting to my side, staying silent, letting her daughter be herself with me. To learn how to tease a man in safe, familiar surroundings, thinking the mood Ashley is in right now she may be working herself up to try sucking my cock tonight.
Ashley looks over her shoulder grinning, slipping her thumbs into the waist band of those red lace panties, and I am completely mesmerized with the show that's unfolding. Within seconds I feel my shorts being unbuttoned as Ashley begins to push those red lace panties over her hips and round teen cheeks with a giggle as they drop to the floor, and lord... What a fine ass sitting atop a pair of slender toned runners legs.
She bends over to move her panties from her feet, sliding her hands up to her knees as she rises, all the while Jill is working my zipper down. Bent forward, hands on her knees allowing me the first look. Her light pinkish-brown inner lips glisten, parted open just a bit as if a blooming flower was opening between her puffy clean shaven labia hanging in her leg gap. Like succulent fruit needing to be licked and suckled.
Leaning back with my legs spread, Jill has my shorts open with my manhood pulled out, gently holding me with her fingertips and thumb running along my shaft as I gaze at her daughter freely presenting her most intimate of intimates to me. A man twice her age she knows is safe and loves her as my own.
She looks over her shoulder again and starts to giggle seeing her mom has my cock out stroking me. In her mind all bets are off now parting her legs a bit more, hands still on her knees. She begins to position herself the way Lana likes before going down on her, as Jill pulls precum back over my shaft with her fingers, working to keep me nice and slippery with a steady stroke.
Arching her back to tilt that incredible teen ass of hers as high as she can, raising up on her tip toes, she sways her rear left to right several times to make sure I'm getting a great view of that lickable pussy, when two fingers appear, parting her lips as she moves her fingers in a small circle.
"Is this what you wanted to see?" with a wink.
"Lord yes baby girl, yes it is... and what a beautiful sight!" and my balls have woken up with little pangs in my groin as Jill is giving my tool a nice hand wrapped pump from root to head now.
Ashley stands up and turns to face me. Her wavy blonde hair lay half over her shoulders, perfect full breasts, a slender waist with the soft lines of her young tummy running down to a small puffy patch of pubic hair.
"Oh. My. God!" Comes blurting out gazes up and down perfection standing before me. Young, soft, and virtually untouched by the opposite sex until I came into her life.
Her hips are the perfect curves of an hourglass body. A blonde bombshell by any measure, toying with her hair, and naked with a nervousness and all the innocence of an eighteen year old woman coming of age, and she's looking at my angry tool.
"Gosh daddy, you're really big tonight!" blushing, unable to look away.
"You two do that to me, and just like your mom, you are one gorgeous young woman!"
I've seen Ashely in various forms of undress, but not like this. Light brown half dollar sized areola located perfectly on those firm teen tits, her erect nipples are like pencil erasers pointing up as she plays with her hair.
Precum is oozing out like crazy and dangling off the tip of my cockhead and I know Jill is encouraging her to take that next step. She has my manhood so fucking slippery with nice long steady strokes aimed towards her daughter as I gaze at this blonde bombshell, and Jill's enthusiastic participation has my heart beating hard with excitement.
That soft flat tummy, and narrow waistline gradually widening over her hips are like an art form. Faint tan lines from time spent laying out on the deck are more noticeable. Lighter tone skin from the underside leaving highlighted triangles across her breasts, another frames her clean shaven kitty with a narrow landing strip of matching blonde pubic hair.
Her labia and inner pelvic area shaved clean up to a puffy patch of blonde hair above her clitty hood. A neatly shaven little landing strip about a half inch wide is framed by her tan line, and I feel this jealousy inside that Lana gets to lick that virgin twat clean every time she is here.
Blushing, and unsure what to do, she looks down to take stock of herself standing there naked.
Bending an arm to cover a single breast, she looks up with the tip of her index finger pulling at her bottom lip, innocently gazing into my eyes as Jill is steadily jerking my member in her direction.
"I like the way you look at me," and I realize my jaw is hanging open.
"Um... well I can't help but admire your body," is all I could stammer out.
She steps forward, placing her hands on my knees, smiling at my response as Jill kisses my neck, slowing her stroke to release me and simply runs her fingertips along the top of a flinching, raging hard on, with a dangling string of precum hanging off the tip of my cock.
"He certainly takes care of our needs doesn't he?" and Ashley nods in agreement.
Ashley raises her eyebrows, "Anything else you would like to see?" running her hands up and down my thighs, causing me to chuckle a bit.
"The way you two have me on edge?"
She looks down at my boner flinching up all on its own, precum hanging off the tip, then back up at me. Jill seizes the moment, and leans forward past my shoulder speaking softly to her daughter as if I couldn't hear.
"Isn't there something special you've been wanting to do?"
Ashley's face flushes with embarrassment, looking at her mom, then back at me, and I can see she's working up her nerve..
"Andy... Um, would you be ok if I... Um... Would you like me to suck on it?"
The hair stands up on the back of my neck as this sinks in. The moment has arrived and my heart is pounding in my chest trying to find the right answer, my mind overwhelmed with conflicted feelings I thought were behind me.
"Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do that?"
"Uh huh," nodding her head yes.
Jill squeezes my shoulder, and Ashley with excitement in her eyes, pulls at my shorts to lift myself up, and quickly works them down to my calves. She lowers herself down, kneeling between my legs to sit on her heels, pulling them off my feet.
Her view is level into my lap, realizing this isn't some nervous teenage boy's excited dick that wouldn't last two minutes. Her brief attempt a week ago was in the dark, but what she sees just a foot in front of her is the swollen erection of a forty something man that's been teased and jerked unmercifully, long and thick with precum dangling off the tip.
She nervously bites her lip for a few seconds unsure of herself before looking up at her mom.
"I want to, but I'm not sure how to do it."
Jill wastes no time slipping off her stool to squat down beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulder with a kiss on the cheek, and offers a comforting motherly expression.
"The first thing for me? I never let his sugar go to waste," with a soft smile and light rub around Ashley's back, not knowing this isn't her first taste of my precum.
Ashley leans forward, her eyes focused on the string of clear fluid, stutters her head twice as if unsure of herself as she closes in. She looks up at me, laying her tongue out to catch the draping nectar, and I can feel her warm breath as she lifts her tongue to meet the underside of my cockhead, licking up and over to capture all that love juice. She rolls it back into her mouth, and my body shudders at the sight of this gorgeous teen and her desire to learn.
Surprise washes over her expression, "That didn't taste bad at all," an innocence fills in her eyes.
"Yeah?" I lean forward to brush her cheek with a reassuring smile.
"I kind of like it." A grin starts to push through her nervousness.
Jill begins to stand back up, "Well then, maybe we should find a comfy spot for Andy?"
The girls stand up as I slip off my stool, each taking one of my hands, and Ashley's eyes tell the story, twinkling with anticipation as we make our way around the pool table, Jill still dressed, Ashley completely nude, and me with no shorts, my manhood pointing straight out swinging with each step.
This is the moment she has been longing for, and my heart is about to pump out of my chest at the thought of Ashley sucking my cock.
"Here baby, sit on the ottoman." Jill observed no obstructions anywhere around, guiding me to sit down. She kneels outside my left leg, and I can't take my eyes off of Ashley standing there nude before me. That incredible body, her excitement is unmistakable, and I've given in to what Jill envisions for the three of us.
"Honey, sit," and that little 'tongue between teeth' grin starts to form on Ashley's face as she drops to her knees between my legs, running her hands up my thighs raising her eyebrows, and in the sweetest voice.
"What do you like mom to do?" anxious to get started.
"Sweetheart, tonight is your night," garnering a cute little grin as Jill chimes in.
"The same as when you play with it." pulling her hair back over her shoulders. "Remember to keep things slippery, and the rim is sensitive so be careful not to scrape with your teeth."
Sitting on the floor to my side, Jill takes my boner in hand, pulling up another bead of precum for her to see. She leans over my thigh and slurps over the head leaving it clean, sitting back, encouraging her daughter.
"You want to try?" pointing my boner back towards her. Ashley leans in and without hesitation slips her lips over my cockhead and starts suckling on it like a pacifier... Gezus almighty!
"No need to actually suck that hard honey," with a little laugh bending forward to catch her daughter's eyes.
"No, no Jill, that feels pretty good!"
She pulls off, glancing up with a smile that I approved as Jill turns to look at me a bit surprised, my boner gives a flinching jerk in her grip waiting for more to come, and holy fuck, the anticipation is agony.
I mean, this stunning teen is kneeling naked between my legs, her breasts pushed together between her arms with a spectacular valley of cleavage about to learn how to suck cock tonight... using my cock! My heart is beating like a rabbit and my groin is stirring already.
"Darlin, why not show her a couple of things, then she can experiment on her own," catching Ashley in the corner of my eye, nodding her head in agreement.
Jill takes it to heart realizing I'm probably right. The time has come to let her little girl discover the joys of sucking cock in her own way, turning her attention back to Ashley excitedly waiting for instruction.
"Ok honey, I'm always thinking about candy, or a dessert," grinning at her daughter. "Three things I like to do that he really likes are the popsicle, the lolly pop, and melting ice cream."
I can see Ashley paying close attention to her mom, so I lean back on my elbows to watch Jill give her first lesson. My heart is pounding so fucking hard right now with flashes of anxiety and excitement rolled into one that this is actually happening.
Jill raises up on her knees, runs an arm under my leg to caress my balls, the other holding me by the root. She leans over my thigh, and licks the side of my shaft from balls up to the head, running her tongue along my frenulum, making sure it's visible for Ashley.
She slips her upper lip over the top and begins to suckle the head, moving her tongue to circle around the lip, "Umm." as if sucking on a lollypop for a minute before pulling off, leaving a generous amount of saliva. She sits back stroking the length, keeping me primed.
"Andy likes his lollypop sucked, don't you baby?" giving her daughter a wink.
"Yes I do!" and Ashley quickly looks up at me grinning.
"What else momma?" Her enthusiasm is contagious as Jill leans over my thigh again and licks my cock from her hand up and over my cock head, maneuvering my tool to lick up the other side.
I'm watching Ashley, completely enthralled with her mom's lesson as Jill licks and suckles, "Mmm um," gobbling along the side of that man meat, then the other side, "Umm mum," leaving a trail of saliva along my shaft as he sits back.
"He loves having cock treated like a melting ice cream cone," her lips and chin covered in drool, and Ashley is taking in every detail of her mom's performance.
"You really use a lot of spit," running her fingertips along the side of my slippery boner,
"The slippery the better?" looking up at me.
"It does feel good sweetheart!" agreeing, without projecting any pressure. "But you'll find what you enjoy in your own way."
"I just want to make it feel good!" that gorgeous teen face, those steely blue eyes gazing into mine as her fingertips trace along my aching tool.
"I know you do, baby girl, but this is your night, so just have fun," and she nods her head in agreement again as Jill leans over and takes my cock head in her lips again, running her tongue around the head, pulling off as more drool runs down my shaft, looking up at her daughter
"I save the popsicle for when I'm ready for my reward." taking my member back in her mouth, sliding my length along her tongue until she has half my meat in her mouth, "Mmm," slowly sucking her way back to the head. My cock throbs as she swirls her tongue around the frenulum, and damn does she know her way around.
A low groan escapes under my breath. Ashley quickly turns to see the expression on my face.
Jill slides further down my shaft, "Mmm mm," and back up with my cockhead in her lips, then takes me deeper still, and I can feel myself bumping against her throat. "Umm mum," she slowly suckles her way back up leaving my shaft glistening with drool again. "Mmm," back down to bump her throat, a twist of her head as she suckles her way back up.
Ashley's eyes are wide open in amazement as inch after inch comes back out of her mom's lips.
"Gosh momma, where did you put all that?"
But Jill does miss a beat... or an inch, and gezus can she suck cock, whimpering the way she does, "Umm mm," I instinctively place my hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue as she repeats this deep pole sucking down to her throat opening, enjoying every inch of the man she loves coming back up to slurp around the head.
She seemingly has forgotten about Ashley, lost in her little world that revolves around pulling a nut out of me, and I can see Ashley's expression changing from enthusiastic to impatience.
"Ok mom, I got it... Can I have a turn?"
Jill opens her eyes as she's making her way back up my shaft, giving my cock head a soft kiss with a slippery saliva stroking.
"It tastes so good," pointing me towards her daughter. "Here honey, you'll see."
Ashley looks up at me with worry in her eyes, her lips parted open as she takes my pole and begins to stroke me towards her mouth, like this is her moment of truth... can she perform anywhere near the way her mom just did, or will I be disappointed with her.
"I'm a little nervous... Do you have to watch?" settling herself back to sit between her ankles, gently stroking my slippery member. Her face is flushed, and Jill can read her worried look.
"No, no, he doesn't," pulling Ashley's hair back in a pony tail in one hand, looking back at me. "Just lay back baby, this is her first time."
So I do, flat on my back across the ottoman, feet on the floor with my arms crossed under my head to get comfortable. Ashley holding the base of my cock, pulsing with need as I sense her positioning herself between my legs.
And then it happens.... I feel a flattened tongue make contact at the base on one side, with a long wet lick up to the lip of my frenulum.
"That's good honey," feeling contact on the other side with another long wet lick to the head, followed with a giggle.
"I like the taste!" and immediately I feel another long lick, then another, then lips wrap the side, suckling up along my boner being firmly held at the root, when fingers caress my balls.
"Gosh... He's big tonight mama!" giggling again, causing Jill to chuckle.
"He certainly is excited isn't he?"
I feel Ashley's tongue all around my frenulum and my member is starting to ache when she finds the right spots. I'm so fucking excited about this whole situation, my eyes closed, just the feeling of her lips slipping over my cockhead and into her mouth, wondering how long I'll be able to last
Her tongue slides under the lip of my fireman's helmet, sucking the head like crazy... Oh god, I can't see anything, but holy fuck! Just laying back with my cock pointed the other way has increased the sensitivity, and this enthusiastic teen is suckling the head of my cock like it was her personal pacifier, and it feels fucking awesome.
Ashley sits up for a breath, and she already has my groin stirring.
"I like having you for a lollypop daddy, does it feel good?" in the sweetest inquisitive voice.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're doing great!." and I hear a little giggle.
There's a hand on my tummy with fingers toying in my pubes. Lips slide a few inches down my pole with the suction I recognize has to be Ashley again, coming back up with a little 'schloop,' slurping sound.
"Isn't she doing good, baby?"
I lean my head to the side to see Jill intently watching her daughter take half my manhood down, sucking on it like crazy coming back up.
"Gezus babe... she's liable to make daddy pop on the first try she's doing so good!"
Ashley, silently thrilled with my response, locks both sets of fingers around my root, and lets herself go with a lingering whimper, "Hmmm," as she takes me down like she's content to do this all night. Simply sucking the life out of my pole on the back way up, keeping just the head in her lips with a slurpy 'schloop,' just suckling away on the head. Another "Hmmm," as she slides her lips back down for more.
Holy shit, my little sweetheart can suck, she keeps finding the sensitive rim and not letting it go. "Schloop," just suckling on that pacifier for milk that could come anytime.
"Damn Sweetheart!" and I hear a little muffled giggle through a mouth full of cock.
Jill scoots her way back where we can easily look at each other. She has this naughty look, biting her lower lip with glee in her eyes. Her forearm still resting on my thigh, her fingertips in my pubes, just as Ashley begins to lick down the side and back up my flinching man meat again.
And this is what Jill wants for the three of us?... Wow!
She leans over the edge of the ottoman with lust in her eyes and kisses me. A deep lingering French kiss, probing and sharing our tongues back and forth as her daughter licks up my pole.
Intertwined in a long, soft loving kiss that neither of us wish to break. All the while Ashley is out of my sight, her flattened wet tongue licking up each side of my manhood, over and over before her ice cream melts as her mother suggested, and I have never felt so loved in all my life.
Jill and I finally break off our kiss, and Ashley has found my balls, gently caressing them in her palm as she enjoys her ice cream, and I am in euphoria. My groin is really starting to ache, and this whole experience is on another plane.
My mind is calm now, gazing into Jill's eyes as I enjoy the different feel of her daughter's tongue licking and suckling all along the side of my aching manhood. Running her fingers through my hair, gazing at me with that motherly smile, and turns to her daughter.
"So, is it everything you thought it would be?" but no answer from Ashley, suckling her way up the side of my swollen shaft.
"I think you like sucking on Andy's cock," she raises up where I can see her eyes open wide with excitement.
"I do mama!" nodding her head yes, her lips and chin wet and shiny with drool.
"I like it a whole lot!" with a giggle. "It's a lot different than Lana, and I love it," slipping her hands along my pole with a long slow stroke, sitting back to take a break.
"I know Honey, and sometimes I can't get enough!" grinning at her daughter. "But we have to make sure Andy keeps up on his pineapple intake," looking towards me with a chuckle, and I can tell Jill is sincerely happy for Ashley to finally get to experience this.
"Is that what it is?" her sweet teen voice filled with excitement.
"I think so, and it makes his cream taste good too."
"Yea?....What feels the best, daddy?"
"I love everything you're doing, baby girl. You enjoy yourself however you want," staring at the ceiling, anxiously awaiting to get sucked some more.
"Really?"
Her hands release my aching manhood and balls, scooting herself closer to sit between her ankles. Her hands grasp my thighs as she manages to wrap her lips over my flinching, free swinging boner, gradually taking half my length in her mouth again. I can feel her sealing her lips around that mouthful, her tongue sliding along the backside and starts sucking the fuck out my man meat all the way back up.
All I can see is the top of her head moving forward and back, sucking my cock like a popsicle. In and out, with a little "schloop," sound when she reaches my cockhead, slurping for a few brief seconds, only to make her way down my pole to do it again and again, edging me closer to the brink.
I can hardly believe how quickly she has taken to this and just how good it feels. This inexperienced teen sucking my cock like a refreshing popsicle on a hot day and enjoying every minute of it. Jill takes it down her throat when the mood strikes, but Ashley has a completely different approach, and it feels so fucking good.
Jill running her fingers through my hair is observing my facial expressions and I must be a sight in the midst of being pleasured by her daughter.
"I think that might be Andy's favorite," chuckling a bit as Ashley pulls off leaving my boner pointing up at the ten o'clock position, swinging free again, and nods her head in agreement.
"Mine too!" sitting back between her spread ankles and rests her hands on her knees to take another break.
Tilting my head up, pressed against my chin enough to look down my chest, I can see the excitement in her eyes, her womanhood in full bloom, thrilled at this chance that all the girls at school have already experienced, and full of questions.
"How often do you like, umm... do you take care of Andy like this?"
Jill looks at me, still playing with my hair, "Anytime he wants," then back towards her daughter. My free-swinging member keeps jerking up on its own with Jill running her fingertips through my pubic area. pondering her next words.
"Honey... He treats me like a queen and my goodness does he spoil you rotten," with a wink, "I think a man like that deserves to relax after a hard day's work and have his cock sucked, don't you?"
Ashley grins at her mom being so open about sex. Memories of how awful life used to be when her dad was around are behind her now, reaching for my manhood to play some more. With the light touch of her fingertips and thumb, she slides them along my saliva-soaked member as if second nature now, totally engaged in mother-daughter girl talk.
"Well yea, he does spoil me," with a giggly grin, and I think I know where Jill is headed with this.
"Then maybe you should help me with that," looking over at me. "What do you think?"
I raise up somewhat to rest back on my elbows so I can see Ashley, half stunned that Jill is being this direct with her daughter.
"Well, I suppose that's up to her."
Gently stroking me towards herself, her eyebrows raised and obviously excited about her mom's suggestion was clearly expecting me to quickly agree.
"Sweetheart, wouldn't you rather have a boyfriend your own age to do this with?"
Jill's fingers stop toying in my pubes. Ashley's face goes solemn. I lay my head back on my crossed arms thinking I just killed the moment, yet I feel Ashley's stroke getting more firm. My balls have been aching, and I really need to blow a nut, looking to my side to catch Jill's eyes.
"I don't want a boyfriend!" Breaks the silence, stern in her response.
"That would mess up what I have with Lana." as her tone softens. "I mean, we have this secret now anyway," with several quick jerks across the lip of my cockhead, knowing what that does to me.
"Oomph..." unable to contain a low groan, staring at the ceiling. Lord, has she gotten good at this, sliding her hand back down my pole with that long firm stroke towards herself as I raise back up to rest on my elbows again to see her face, to make sure.
But there she is between my legs, stroking my cock just inches from her face, innocently biting her lip with this pleading expression.
"Sweetheart, you sure about this?"
This young, drop dead gorgeous blonde teen with an unbelievable body, leans in and takes me between her lips. Gazing into my eyes, she suckles and swirls her tongue around my cockhead, stroking me up into her mouth several times, before pulling off with a 'schloop'... and I'm a mess.
"You're my special secret," her eyes telling me she really wants this.
Jill has stayed silent till now, leaning in, she kisses me on the cheek, speaking softly in my ear.
"It's ok baby, she's of age to decide what she wants," and I know she's technically right, but those lingering societal norms are a bitch to overcome.
"Mom's right, and I really like it!" Her eyes furrow like a hurt puppy, inching forward to run my cockhead along her pursed lips.
"Let me spoil you," a run of her tongue along the back of my fireman helmet with this little pouty look in her eyes. "I want too."
Holy Fuck! This is over the top, and my member throbs at the thought.
"As long as you're enjoying it sweetheart," reaching out to brush the back of my fingers across her cheek, "but not lying back unable to watch."
Ashley let's go of my manhood sitting straight up, grinning from ear to ear as Jill seizes the moment, moving her fingers from my pubes to grasp my cock at the base, taking over for Ashley with that smooth long stroke towards her daughter.
Ashley giggles, "Mom told me how much she likes to suck on it, and I understand why now."
"She did, did she?" pushing her back over her shoulder with a chuckle.
"Yep, and I've been kind of jealous about it too," looking so happy, and it's easy to see this is something she has been looking forward to for a while now.
"Baby girl, you can have it anytime you want," My fingers inching in behind her neck, inviting her in as her mom is slow stroking me towards her lips, offering her me up to her daughter. My little sweetheart just looks up at me as she lowers herself closer.
She slips her lips over the head as Jill slides her hand back in a death grip, holding me stiff by the root, and what a sight to watch her engulf my swollen cockhead. Her cute turned up lip being pushed open as she cautiously makes her way down my shaft to fill her little mouth with man meat.
I've fantasized about this for weeks, and now her lips are sealed tight around my shaft, sucking the life out of me, inch by inch back up my shaft and holy fuck does she like to suck that thing.... it feels incredible.
Lying in darkness that night I never could have pictured something so hot to watch as this teen feeding on me right now.... Settling into this amazing rhythm, sucking half my cock in and out like a popsicle, loosening her lips as she slides down, sealing them tight around my pole with her tongue sliding along the backside sucking on me for all she's worth on her way back up.
That slurping 'schloop' sound after a good head polishing just adds to experience, loosening her lips to slide down my pole again. Jill holding me firm, watching her daughter enjoy the taste of her man's cock is making my balls ache even more.
This young woman has no idea just how good a cocksucker she can be. The way her lips stretch to wrap around my manhood, doing her best to manage as much into her little teen mouth as she can with her mom holding the base of my cock at the perfect angle to bob her head forward and back a little faster.
Over and over, tilting her head as she slides that popsicle in and out from every direction, and I'm falling into a trance watching Ashley's passionate, rhythmic blowjob... more like a suck job... I mean, lord almighty, my shaft has gotten more and more sensitive with her suckling style, and my nut is churning deep in my groin, but damn if I want this to end.
Jill kissing my cheek breaks me out of my spell, and I can see her arm moving, busy below my view past the ottoman obviously working that kitty. She has this desperate gaze in her eyes, the look of a pending orgasm and I just don't know what to think.
Here she is holding my tool steady in one hand letting her daughter suck me off while masturbating with the other for I don't know how long, just.as excited as I am about this.
She lip syncs, "I love you so much,' with a gentle smile and turns her attention back to her daughter and starts stroking my cock in unison with Ashley's lips sucking up and down my pole, and I can't hold back a low groan.
"Oomph...Oh geez..." and that familiar aching in my balls, the subtle pulse in my shaft telling me my march has begun.
"Feel good baby?" that steady stroke, and Ashley staying right with the pace her mom has set has every inch of my swelling tool being attended to.
"Oh yea... Fuck! Go for the gold girls!"
Those slurpy "Schloop, Schloop," sounds of her suckles getting louder and more frequent, and Jill's stroking with Ashley's suction has taken over my senses and I know I won't be able to hold back for very much longer.
"Oh, shit sweetheart... you better get ready!" She looks up, her eyes convey a touch of worry, but bless her heart, never stops bobbing and slurping on that popsicle, and I'm done for.
"Honey... Andy's about to cum!" She can feel my cock swelling in her hand, reaching under my leg to squeeze and massage my nuts under so much the building pressure I'm well past being primed to blow my nuts.
Ashley slurping and suckling on my cockhead like crazy. Jill jerking my shaft from root to her daughter's lips as she bobs up and down, and every inch of my manhood is being stimulated into overload.
It's all too much to hold back any longer when the first train car leaves the station, pumping up through my shaft... Oh god, and it feels huge.
"HOLY FUCK!... GEZUS!" grabbing what I can of the ottoman as I can feel myself releasing the first jet into Ashley's mouth.
Even with the warning she quickly pulls off in surprise as the next volley hits her lips and chin. Frozen in place, her mom intentionally jerking me off towards her face, and not knowing exactly what she's supposed to do.
"OH MAN... FUCK YESSS!" jerking out another long rope, landing just under an eye and down her cheek. Jill just keeps pumping more cum out in short spurts, with cum all over her hand in globs.
"Oh... shit!" as the tension in my body starts to fade.
Ashley, tasting my seed for the first time, wipes the cum off her chin with the back of her hand and starts to grin at me. She just sucked off her first cock to completion, feeling on top of the world right now.
"Did that feel good baby?" gazing at me, steadily slowing her stroke, deliberately squeezing my shaft to pulls the last dribbles of cum out of me.
"Oh man, just what I needed darlin."
Spent and drained from such an adrenalin high, it's next to heaven when Jill brings me back down to earth with a nice leisurely stroke, as I admire that long rope of cum running down Ashley's cheek.
She can't seem to stop watching her mom. Unconsciously licking the sticky mess on her bottom lip into her mouth, fascinated at how much cum her mom was able to pull out of me, in awe of what she is witnessing, what she was a part of tonight.
Ashley innocently looks up at me, my seed dangles from her chin about to fall on her breasts.
"I'm so sorry I freaked and ruined it for you," wiping her cheek and chin with the back of her hand, not realizing how much cum was on her face.
"No, no, you were amazing, sweetheart!"
She looks down at the swath of man gravy covering the back of her hand, then looks back up at me. Without a second thought raising her hand, licking it clean and watch it pass down her throat.
"It's not that I didn't want to... you know, to finish?" a little embarrassed but being sincere and honest with her feelings.
"I mean, I kind of like the way it tastes, it just caught me by surprise."
Jill chimes in, "Did you know, when a guy cums on your face, they say he's marking his territory," still running her fingertips along my poor flaccid member.
"And you know what? He shot a load on my face the first time and I loved it!" with a grin.
We all chuckle at Jill's little anecdote, all of us so comfortable with each other now.
"So, does that make us your personal cocksuckers now?"" giggling out loud, Ashley's confidence soaring, smiling from ear to ear.
" But we always clean up when he's done." Jill slips her fingers under my half hard cock, lifting it up in her daughter's direction, and I'm getting the biggest kick out of these two teasing each other.
Ashley looks up at me, bending forward with seemingly no qualms about cleaning my flaccid member up, and starts licking the remnants of cum around the base, mingled in with well groomed pubic hair until satisfied she has my root nice and clean.
My poor spent cock flinches as she makes long flattened tongue licks, one after another, giggling that I'm starting to harden up again as Jill keeps her hair pulled back in a ponytail making sure her first cleaning is a job well done.
She sits up, taking my cock from her mom's fingers to hold the base, looking up at me with that little tongue between her teeth, loving that she's the center of attention with us..
"This may take a minute," with a giggle, laying an inch or so of my softened member on her tongue. I lay back on my elbows and watch her tongue bathe my cockhead like a pro as if fulfilling her duties, and I'm realizing this could be happening regularly... just fucking wow!
Jill gets up, stands for a second looking down at us. Me resting back on the ottoman, her daughter licking and suckling me like a lollypop, and grins before heading to the wet bar for a towel.
It's like she's found this new thing and can't get enough, being soft and gentle as she suckles her lollypop, and it feels good, but she has sucked on me to the point my member has become desensitized.
"That's good, baby girl." Spent and had enough for one night, yet I'm chuckling inside at how this once shy, reserved cutie has come out of her shell and taken to sucking me like a fish to water tonight.
Reaching down to help her up to sit on my lap, she rises and instead kneels on the ottoman between my legs. This stunning naked teen before me, her tits at eye level, white tan lines frame the olive skin of her inner breasts, and up her neck. Quarter size areola are drawn up, raised and puffy, her nipples erect and wanting, and she's looking me dead in the eyes.
"Am I still a good girl?" The innocent look on her face is melting my heart.
"Baby girl, you are the sweetest, honest, most loving young woman I know." running my hands up her sides to hold the side of her breasts as she smiles at me.
"I really like that we have this secret, don't you?" placing her hands over mine, moving them to caress her breasts.
"Yes, what the three of us have is very special."
Ashley's expression is full of wonder, pulling me forward to suckle her nipple and I oblige, moving from one to the other, nuzzling her bosom, as she holds me close.
Her breasts are so warm and soft, her fingers running through the back of my hair. Soft moans escape as I gently nibble and suckle each nipple, licking in a circle to pleasure her back, and lord, I want her so bad!
Moving a hand down to find that little landing strip of pubic hair, she grabs at my hair with a soft "Ooohwah," whimpering in my ear as my fingertips begin to open and circle inside her warm, wet clitty hood to work that little pistol.
She suddenly pulls away, grabbing my wrist, so I immediately look up.
"Don't be mad," with concern in her eyes.
"What? I'm sorry if I did something wrong!"
She moves herself around to sit on my lap and I embrace her, her legs between my legs as I hold her around the waist. Ashley lays her head against my shoulder, running a finger around my chest.
"You didn't do anything wrong, it's just.... I've been thinking about what you said before... You know, if I had a boyfriend we couldn't do this anymore?"
Just as she starts to open up, Jill returns with a small tray with three bay breezes and a wet towel, and can see we are talking about something serious.
"Yea, ok... so what is it sweetheart?" rubbing along her side as she looks up at me.
"Maybe I shouldn't have let you finger me before. I mean, I really liked it, but Lana's sort of like... the same as a boyfriend, so shouldn't I keep that just for her?" and that passes through me like a knife, because I did make that boyfriend boundary.
" I understand, and if you feel that way, you're right," attempting to hide my disappointment.
"But I really, really liked sucking your cock tonight daddy," a little grin starts to form as she goes into that innocent little girl mode that has me wrapped around her finger.
"I'll do it anytime you want, I just want to keep that for her right now." with a peck on the cheek as Jill has picked up what we were discussing and interjects.
"Honey, we only do what's comfortable for us all." and starts dabbing the wet towel around her daughter's cheek and chin, cleaning the last of the sticky mess I sprayed on her face.
"Here, I brought us all a drink to celebrate your first time!" Smiling at her daughter with pride.
Ashley is feeling so grown up, an adult, an equal, climbing out of my lap up to take the drink, so I take the opportunity to finally get off the ottoman for a spot on the couch to get comfortable and prop my feet up. My poor cock is drooping between my legs and girls have worn me out.
An hour or so passes watching some comedy movie together as if what transpired earlier was just a thing that happens, and strangely enough, I'm not all that disappointed with Ashley's boundaries, and it really could be for the best. I mean, Jill is a great fuck and she wants a good fucking at least once a day as it is.
I'm so relaxed with a sleeping tool and an empty ball sack done for the day, catching myself dozing off. Jill resting against my shoulder, Ashley stretched out under an afghan with her head on a pillow in my lap, probably dozing off too.
I don't really give a shit about this lame movie, but lucky me anyway as I can't stop daydreaming about Ashley sucking me off in the days to come as I doddle with her hair. And Jill, what can I say about this woman, she is the whole package, and I've never been with anyone that keeps me wondering quite like her.
I need to shake these two so we can go to bed and get some sleep feeling unsure if I can keep up now that I have two cum hungry women to feed, but I'll do my best if it kills me...
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CuckQuean - Husband's Choice
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9th Part in the Series: Making of a CuckQuean
Chapter 1: CuckQuean - The Making of a Quean
In this chapter we are introduced to Amber, Jennifer, and Mitch. All three are at a wedding, it being Mitch's brother he was a groomsman, being watched on by his wife Jennifer.
While watching intently as Mitch danced with the wedding party, Amber and Jennifer meet for the first time.
Amber reads Jennifer well and throughout the night she flirts and drops sexual hints to a more suggestive offer as the drinks flowed.
Jennifer and Amber sneak away to Jennifer's hotel room under the guise that Amber will help Jennifer pick out the perfect lingerie to wear for her husband that night.
Unknown to Jennifer at the time, Amber stealthily told Mitch to go up to his room early.
After a lot of teasing and flirting, Jennifer ended up giving into the temptation and desire to please Amber. Amber using Jennifer watching her husband with another woman as a catalyst. During her submission to Amber, Jennifer told her she would want to watch her husband fuck Amber.
That's when Mitch made it clear he was in the room.
Chapter 2: Cuckquean - The First Time
Mitch calms a very shocked and sorry Jennifer as he walked in on her and Amber together.
Mitch and Jennifer quickly agree that they both enjoy what Amber has to offer and the continue to play along with Amber cuckqueaning Jennifer.
Amber lays out to Jennifer that she is now her mistress as well as she and others will be fucking her husband in front of her. Jennifer agrees to the submission in her heighten sexual state.
Mitch and Amber fuck both lovingly and roughly as they mock Jennifer and Amber makes Mitch admit her body and sexual fire are better than his wife's.
During the second fuck of the evening between Mitch and Amber, she finds out their anniversary is the next weekend so she makes verbal plans with them both.
Jennifer will watch as Amber and a friend will fuck Mitch all night long, letting him experience a true threesome with two very willing women.
Before leaving Amber directs Jennifer to send her a photo each morning of her sucking her husbands cock, as a present to Mitch.
Chapter 3: Dinner with Mistress
Mitch and Jennifer talk it out the next morning and agree to continue to explore with Amber as they both enjoyed the evening far more then they would have ever imagined.
Jennifer does the morning photos all week and gets a reward of being able to go to dinner with Amber to discuss the upcoming weekend.
That evening Jennifer arrives home to find Amber and Mitch fucking and she enjoyed the privilege of cleaning her mistress up afterwards.
Amber and Jennifer head to a restaurant and meet Megan, another one of Amber's pets who she has also cuckqueaned. She finds out Megan will be the one coming over on her anniversary night.
After dinner they all go to a sex shop where toys and outfits were bought for the weekend and going forward.
The drive to the shop had Megan pleasing Amber and on the drive back from the shop Jennifer tasted her second pussy in Megan and loved every second of it.
Chapter 4: Anniversary Part 1
Jennifer recalls her submission to her new Mistress Amber, and waits in anticipation for her arrival that afternoon. Mitch and Jennifer enjoy some time out alone to celebrate their anniversary until returning home to get ready for Amber and Megan to arrive.
When Amber and Megan show up, all three woman are quickly down to their lingerie, including Jennifer who is wearing her wedding night lingerie at the request of Amber.
They pair off to start with Mitch wanting Amber first in the living room, while Megan and Jennifer go to the bedroom where Jennifer gets Megan off for the first time that day with her mouth and tongue.
Amber and Mitch come into the room as the two finish and Jennifer gets to finally please her mistress that day. While she did that Mitch begins to fuck Megan doggy style as he spanks ass and pounds her tight and soaking pussy.
Jennifer gets Amber to another orgasm and next watches as her husband finally cums deep into Megan. She than is tasked with cleaning out of Mitch's cum from Megan's pussy to her delight.
While Jennifer cleaned up Megan it gave Mitch just the rest he needed as he began to fuck Amber, not roughly like Megan but passionately. The two verbally humiliated Jennifer during it, which only turned her on more as she watched.
Once Mitch came in Amber, Jennifer eagerly cleaned out her mistresses pussy. As they all calmed down for a moment and recovered, Amber told Megan to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up for the second part of their evening.
Chapter 5: Anniversary Part 2
Amber let's Jennifer know how the rest of the evening will go. When Megan returned from the bathroom, she and Mitch begin to make out in anticipation of him fucking her ass as Jennifer watched.
Mitch pounded Megan hard and rough all while the two verbal humiliated Jennifer. Amber joins the two and has Megan eating her pussy out, while Megan continues to take Mitch's cock in her ass. After Mitch brings her to an orgasm and cum's himself, Jennifer begins to eat her mistresses ass, getting it ready for her husband.
After watching his wife eat Amber's ass, and another make out session from Megan, Mitch is rock hard and ready again. Mitch begins to fuck Amber's ass as they both verbally humiliate Jennifer, and even Megan a bit. Once Mitch cum's in Amber, Jennifer begins to eat the cum out of her mistresses ass, while Megan cleans up Mitch's cock. The evening finishes with Amber taking Megan home and promising more adventures to come.
Chapter 6: New Kinks are Explored
Jennifer spends the evening alone, but getting pictures and videos of her husband and Amber's night alone. When he returns how, she eagerly sucks his cock on hopes of tasting her mistresses juices from it.
The next day she is picked up by her mistress for dinner alongside her fellow submissive Megan. This time the conversation is around Megan's husband AJ, who the ladies will be with Saturday evening.
After dinner the three head to a sex shop, Jennifer being able to dine on her mistress as they drove over. Once there Megan picked out an outfit for both Jen and Amber for Saturday, as well as Jen picking out a spreader for her legs and a pair of cuffs.
On the way back to Megan's car, Megan and Jen played in the back with a double ended dildo that their mistress bought for them. They both came hard just before arriving back at the restaurant, all three now extra excited about the upcoming evening with Megan's husband.
Chapter 7: Meeting Megan's Husband
Saturday arrives, and after confirming with her husband many times that he was ok with it all, Jennifer happily and excitedly got ready for her evening.
Her mistress Amber picked her up, and after they both showed off how amazing they looked, they headed to Megan's. The couple greeted them, and even before saying Hi for the first time, AJ (Megan's husband) lifted her up and she straddled him as they kissed.
Megan took Jennifer to change, leading to a hot make out session between the two. As they returned to the living room, Amber was already sucking AJ. They went to the master bedroom, tying Megan up to a chair, and AJ face fucking Jennifer until Amber returned from changing herself.
AJ fucked both women multiple times, even using the new spreader Jennifer got, spanking and fucking her tougher than she was used to, but enjoyed each moment of it. Megan did her submissive duties and cleaned up all the cum and juices from the three, ending with all four of them exhausted and sexual satisfied at the action.
On the way home, Amber teased Jennifer that this was only the beginning. Jennifer couldn't wait to see what was next.
Chapter 8: Mistresses Choice
Jennifer comes home Tuesday afternoon to find Amber and Mitch fucking, after she joins with clean up duties, Amber explained to her about the upcoming events.
When Friday evening arrived, Jennifer came out of the shower from cleaning herself out for the anal fucking she was going to receive that night. She found her sexy Latina coworker Esmeralda already in lingerie sucking Mitch's cock with her mistress.
After a quick hello, the two satisfied Amber and Mitch. Jennifer ended up eating Esmeralda's asshole and prepped for Mitch. Mitch fucked Esmeralda's very plump and thick ass until he came. After recovering fucking his wife's ass for a long time, enjoying it the most as he desired it the longest.
Esmeralda left but not before saying she would be happy to do it again, with Amber's approval was needed for Jennifer. The night was far more enjoyable than she thought it could be and she couldn't wait for the next venture.
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Jennifer is 5'7", with 34c breasts. Her ass wasn't huge but with working out and the stairs she had to walk up and down daily for work she had a nice tight plump ass on her. Her brown eyes and long brown hair that went past her shoulders
Mitch is 5'11 with and average build, but a handsome rugged look with well defined arms. He hd a standard body type. More leaving towards skinny than fat, and his cock is a bit above average seven inches.
Amber the seductive vixen has blonde hair past her shoulders that curl up at the end with deep green eyes. Her longs beautiful legs were always perfectly taken care of and made her ass look plump on her thin frame. She added in a very amazing set of boobs that are size 32d.
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Jennifer woke up Saturday morning, a bit sore around her ass, but extremely happy, and yet again horny. Mitch was still sleeping so she slowly slid off the covers and slid her naked body between his legs. Jennifer slowly started to lick the head of his soft cock.
She slowly continued to lick and noticed that he began to stir. His eyes started to open as he saw his lovely and sexy wife licking away at his cock. He saw her ass wiggle in the air as she teased him. Mitch smiled as he remembered fucking that sexy ass the night before.
Jennifer worked his cock up, and stopped to set up her camera. Her morning ritual began, sucking her husband, starting slow and working it up until he blessed her throat with a load. After the blow job and thanking her mistress at the end, she sent over the ten minute video and the two got dressed for the day.
As they did Jennifer turned to Mitch and said, "we should go for a walk this morning."
"Really? Why? And to where?" Mitch asked with a smile.
"Oh just around the neighborhood. It would be good to get a walk in after such a workout last night." She said with a smile and wink.
Mitch smiled and questioned his wife. "Oh this has nothing to do with what Amber said?"
Jennifer smiled trying to still play it off. "Oh no. Mistress just said someone close. Plus I didn't figure out Esmeralda when I saw her everyday since I was told." Jennifer said with a laugh.
"Doesn't mean you didn't try." Mitch said. "I saw that sexy outfit you wore yesterday. Is that your plan for the walk." He teased.
"Oh that. I was just feeling good knowing we had a fun night planned. And no I wouldn't wear a dress for a walk, that would be crazy." Jennifer said with a smile, and admitted her intentions next. "I was just going to wear a sports bra and very tight spandex." She added with a naughty smile.
Mitch smiled and said, "I love having a sexy slutty wife." He walked over and the two still naked individuals kissed. It lasted for a few minutes until they ended it and got dressed. Mitch in a standard shirt and shorts, and Jennifer looking stunning in a sports bra, that left her boobs to show a nice view, and her spandex that hugged her ass amazingly and looked delicious.
The weather was perfect for the walk, even with the lack of covering on Jennifer. While the two didn't really run into anyone, with each house they passed, Jennifer wondered whether the woman inside was the one Mitch chose.
So many options; some married, some single, big boobs, smaller ones, thick asses and even flat ones were all along the blocks they walked on. She wondered who it could be, she didn't have any best friends that close, but a lot of people she would say she is on a friend base level with.
When the couple returned home from the walk, Jennifer asked for permission to fuck Mitch from Amber, and she agreed but told her that would be the last time until the following evening, when she would watch her husband fuck another gorgeous woman.
Mitch didn't fuck her ass, but he was very satisfied with fucking his wife. First while she rode his cock, and ended with her bent over the kitchen table, him fucking her pussy hard from behind, and her cumming all down their legs.
Cleaning up after that was funny and entertaining to Jennifer later when she got to it. The couple enjoyed a wonderful evening together, going shopping and to dinner. The next morning they also had a great breakfast together, finishing some errands before they returned home around 2pm for the day.
Amber was already in contact with the couple through the day and she planned to arrive by 3:30pm. The special guest a little after that. There was no plan for anal that night, Amber telling her she should not go at it to fast at first, which Mitch and Jennifer agreed to, after Jennifer said he would still get it going forward.
Jennifer's excitement was at an all time high as the time got closer. It rose when she asked her mistress if she wanted her to wear anything specific she was told the special person requested her to be in a bikini. She wanted a shower as she would be coming from running around all day, and she wanted you to strip her in the shower and clean her. Getting her ready for her husband.
She couldn't believe this new one seemed just as kinky and fun as Esmeralda turned out to be. Having to clean up the woman before she fucked Mitch was a crazy and sexy idea that she instantly loved.
When her mistress arrived, she opened the door in a very special bikini. The top was very revealing, the cloth seemed to only cover for smaller boobs, but the strings seemed to fit a bigger chested woman. Her bikini bottoms, were also very sexy, her pussy was covered, but her ass was out and looking fantastic.
Jennifer smiled as her mistress walked in. She was surprised that she was wearing a long over side coat, but as Amber walked in the door, Jennifer saw that not only was the coat open, but underneath Amber was only in lingerie.
The door closed and Amber put her bag down, and once Mitch entered the walkway, her coat dropped. Her sexy lace red bra, her amazing and flat stomach. Her pussy covered up by a red lace thong, above it a red garter belt and straps. The straps of course attached to long and sexy black stockings, all tied together with sexy black heels.
Jennifer watched as Amber smiled at her and turned to Mitch and said, "Baby, I need you to fuck me."
The smile on Mitch was wide as ever and he quickly moved to Amber and pulled her in for a kiss. He grabbed her and pulled her up so her groin was at his and her legs wrapped around him. He carried her down the hall and to the bedroom, and placed her on the bed. He slipped off his shorts and his hard cock stood at attention.
Jennifer and Mitch watched as Amber slid her panties off, keeping the bra, garter, and stockings on. Mitch ran his finger along Amber's pussy and smiled.
"Already wet I see." He said with a smile.
"Yes baby. I couldn't wait to feel you inside me while little Jenny has to watch. Watch you fuck a real woman, one with huge boobs who isn't afraid to look sexy for her man, and have him fuck her like a slut." Amber said passionately.
Jennifer was so turned on by it all. Amber really is on her game tonight, she thought. Jennifer feeling her own pussy start to get wet. She watched as Mitch quickly slid his cock into Amber.
"Oh baby, yes fuck me honey. Fuck my pussy good in front of little Jenny." Amber said.
Mitch turned and saw his wife and her eyes filled with lust. "Oh little Jenny loves this Amber. Watching her husband fill her mistresses tight pussy up. Oh such a fantastic pussy. I would fuck it forever if I could." Mitch added, really making Jennifer excited.
She jumped as she heard the doorbell, and Amber looked at her. "Go greet our guest. She should be dressed for the shower as well, so you can take her in there and join us when you have satisfied her request." Amber finished saying.
Jennifer was filled with butterflies now. Last time she just got to walk in on the action, but this time she was going to be practically serving herself up for it, all while her husband fucked her mistress.
As she walked to the door she took a deep breath, the wonder and questions would end there, but also bring a whole new wave of them once she opened the door and saw who was behind it.
After a good long breath, she opened the door, trying to be as sexy and confident as she could. Her face immediately smiled and blushed when she saw who was standing at the door. She knew it was the right person and not just a random knock, as the woman was in a sexy bikini herself.
"Please come in." Jennifer said with a smile, the woman doing so and Jennifer closing the door and turned back to the woman with a smile, the lust from minutes before returning to her eyes.
Standing before Jennifer is her neighbor from down the street. Rachel is married with a middle school aged child, but her body doesn't show it. She is fit and looks amazing still for being a few years shy of 40. Her size 32c boobs sagged a bit, but the help from the bikini made them look delicious.
Her height was the exact same as Jennifer so they stood eye to eye as Rachel slid off her shoes. Jennifer continued to glance at the sexy red head, her hair extending down to her mid back. Her brown eyes looked fantastic and alluring, her smile was soft and beautiful.
Rachel's bikini wasn't anything super fancy. A red and black pattern across it, while plain, Jennifer still thought it all looked amazing.
Seeing as Rachel is married she wondered how this all came together and as she stared at the sexy woman, who soon will be fucking her husband, she said, "how? Why? I'm not complaining at all, but how?" Jennifer said with a laugh.
That made Rachel laugh too, "we can get to that in the shower. Now let's go, I have been horny all weekend and your husband's cock and your tongue are going to satisfy that." Rachel said with a naughty smile.
She pulled Jennifer towards the master bedroom. The two couples have been around for a while now, they met over five years ago and interact socially maybe once a month. Jennifer never saw anything sexual of the kind with the couple, but as she thought about it couldn't remember a time when she saw them even kiss passionate.
"Oh damn," Rachel said as she entered the room. Mitch and Amber were now fucking doggy style as they both looked towards the door. "Hey Mitch." Rachel said with a laugh and blush, seeing him naked and Amber as well, she remembered the video Amber showed her, and her pussy was even more ready to go now.
Before Jennifer could even begin to watch, Rachel pulled her in the bathroom and turned the shower on. Turning to Jennifer she said, "one question than we get in."
Jennifer thought for a moment and blurted out, "where is your husband?" She wanted to know if maybe Amber had cucked her too. Jennifer knew Rachel's husband traveled a lot for work, so maybe she succumbed to her mistress too.
"Away on work as normal, kid is spending the night with his grandparents and when he lands I will already be 'asleep.'" She added quotes to asleep, Jennifer figuring she may still be here with them.
Rachel tested the water and smiled, "time to get in." She got in first and Jennifer followed, both still in their bikinis. Once inside and the door shut Jennifer was surprised to feel Rachel pull her in and the two began to kiss. Soft sensual kisses at first, but once Rachel squeezed Jennifer's plump ass, the kiss turned up.
The kissing continued and Jennifer slowly undid the top to Rachel's bikini. She got some soap and washed her upper body. Slowly and sensually, once all the soap was off and she was clean, Jennifer began to kiss and suck all over Rachel's boobs and nipples.
Rachel moaning in delight as she did that, her moans picked up and went a bit deeper when she felt Jennifer untie her bikini bottom and it drop. She watched Jennifer as she was still in her bikini, but washing Rachel's now naked body. She sensually cleaned it all up, and after she was fully done with her body she turned to put the soap away.
When her back was turned, Rachel quickly pulled at the strings on her bikini and both fell to the floor. Rachel smiled as she saw Jennifer's plump ass, her own ass being closer to flat, having to use her boobs as her teasing tool.
Jennifer turned and the two smiled and kissed again, this time Jennifer sliding down to her knees. Rachel's back was to the water to it shielded most of it from Jennifer as she began to lick Rachel's inner thighs.
"Oh yes, yes Jenny, taste my pussy." Rachel moaned. Jennifer figured Amber must have coached her up to on the Jenny kink as she did Esmeralda.
Jennifer suddenly heard a loud moan from the room and remembered that she needed to return soon. She eagerly and quickly worked Rachel's pussy with her expertise. Her fingers and tongue bringing Rachel to an incoming orgasm within a few minutes.
"Fuck, oh god, I'm going to cum, fuck how is your tongue so good." Rachel moaned out as she gripped her hand in Jennifer's hair, grabbing it tight as the orgasm crashed through her.
She wasn't a squirter, but the flood that released seemed like it. Even with the water running down, Jennifer could tell what liquid was from where. She quickly licked up the juices she could before they washed off Rachel's body.
Rachel turned and turned off the shower, opening the door and the two grabbing towels to dry off. Jennifer wanted to dry Rachel off, but it seemed she also heard the moan earlier and wanted to check out the action.
The two walked back into the room, seeing Amber's sexy ass in the air. Her stockings and garter belt still on, but the bra and panties on the floor. She was between Mitch's legs, sucking his dick slowly. She turned as she heard the door open and said.
"Well you two sure took your sweet time." Amber said with a smile.
"Sorry mistress." Jennifer replied. "It was really hot and I lost track of time." She said with a smile, glancing at the sexy and naked Rachel next to her.
"No problem slut. Your husband prefers my pussy anyways so he really enjoyed himself." Amber said seeing a semi shocked look on Rachel's face. It only became more shocked after Mitch chimed in.
"By far the best fucking I have ever had. Plus her boobs are so big I always get a good show or fun things to bite on." Mitch said and leaned forward and slapped Amber ass as she stayed between his legs, stroking his cock as she watched the women. Rachel shocked and Jennifer blushing and smiling ear to ear.
The comments fired Jennifer up even more and she turned to look at Rachel. She looked confused and shocked, and she said. "You are ok with this?" She asked Jennifer.
"Yes." Jennifer said with a blush. "We have a great marriage, but sexually I have found out not only am I ok with this, I love and desire it." She added with a huge smile hoping to reassure her friend. She was worried as she seemed ok with it while in the shower, and hoped her post orgasm high wasn't making her rethink it all.
"Well shit, now I'm jealous." Rachel said with a laugh. "So you're totally fine with me bending over on this bed and your husband fucking me until he cum's deep in my pussy?" She said with a naughty smile, bringing a lot of relief to Jennifer.
"Yes, I encourage it." Jennifer said with a smile.
"He's all ready for you." Amber said and moved from in between Mitch's legs. His cock fully hard and shinny with all the saliva.
"Oh that's what I'm talking about." Rachel said, and Jennifer watched as she quickly jumped on the bed and had her pussy straddled about Mitch's cock within seconds.
Jennifer watched as Rachel slowly slid the cock into her wet pussy and put her arms around Mitch. "Oh fuck Mitch," she moaned as his cock slowly stated to enter her. Rachel controlled the pace and she kept sliding down more and more. Mitch's hands moved to her ass and he began to squeeze it as she slid down.
"Yes Mitch, grab my ass." She moaned. "Oh you're so big, fuck I'm going to be so stretched out." She continued to moan.
"Fuck so tight." Mitch groaned as she continued to slide down.
"Yes, I haven't been fucked in so long. When he does fuck me it's two seconds of a small cock and done. Nothing like this amazing tool." Rachel said as she was fully sliding up and down it now, her hands rubbing up and down Mitch's chest.
The passion was hot, and Jennifer felt like that could become easy lovers. Weirdly these actions and passionate moments with these women didn't make Jennifer worry about the future, she figured he would be mad to pass up what Jennifer and Amber offered for just one woman, so she felt she didn't need to worry.
Mitch was now sucking on her nipples as she started to ride him with more passion and pace. The sounds of the bodies connecting filled the room as Jennifer and Amber watched the sexy act. Amber still waiting on having Jennifer eat her. She had a large load from Mitch still seeping out of her, but she also wanted a bit of rest as he worked her pussy good as they had a nice long fucking while Rachel arrived and showered with Jennifer.
"Oh god I'm going to cum again." Rachel yelled out, as she placed her hands on the headboard and continued to slide up and down on Mitch's cock while he bit at her nipples.
"Yes, oh yes. Yea Mitch, fill my pussy up. Oh god it needs it so bad." Rachel continued to yell. Her orgasm hit her hard as she slide down and laid her naked body upon Mitch's. She orgasmed, but Mitch hadn't in her yet, so he started to control the action. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting in and out of her.
That jolted Rachel back into it. Jennifer smiled as she saw her body raise and her staring at Mitch with passion.
"Yes, fuck me Mitch. Cum in my married pussy. Show your slutty wife how much you love this tight pussy." Rachel said and began to kiss him. Mitch's hands on her hips helping him slide her down on his cock hard each time.
Moments later Jennifer and Amber saw Mitch cum, all while he was in Rachel. His face tensed up and the thrusting stopped. As that happened Rachel confirmed it.
"Oh god yes." She moaned out loud. "Yes fill me up Mitch. God it feels so good." She moaned as she took over sliding her pussy up and down very slowly on the amazing cock that just filled her up.
She rolled off of Mitch as his cock started to soften. She laid on the bed next to him, and once Jennifer felt a slap on her ass, she looked at her mistress who motioned her head towards Rachel.
Jennifer knew what to do and went to it. She slid on the bed and quickly between Rachel's legs. By the time Rachel reacted, Jennifer's tongue was already on her pussy.
"Oh fuck your eager." Rachel moaned as her pussy loved the feeling of Jennifer's tongue.
"For a great pussy like this yes." Jennifer said with a smile and returned to exploring for cum and pussy juices.
Jennifer continued to dine on the woman's pussy. Happy she was the choice for her husband and wondering how it all came about. Maybe he thought the same thing Jennifer did, red heads are naughty and kinky freaks. Or maybe it was something else that sparked his interest, but either way, Jennifer was happy it happened.
Just like in the shower, Rachel was on the verge of an orgasm quickly. Her third one of the evening and also all within the last half hour. She didn't know how much more she could take, but she also knew she had the whole evening if she needed to recover, so she decided it was well worth pushing her limits.
"Oh god, Jenny oh fuck little Jenny, you are so good at this." Rachel moaned feeling her orgasm rise again as Jennifer slowly flicked away at her clit with her tongue.
Rachel was shocked as Jennifer stopped for a moment and saw her head rise and her say, "come on Rachel, flood my mouth with your juices and my husband's cum." She immediately went back to licking and rubbing with her fingers.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Rachel moaned, again gripping at Jennifer's hair and pulling it slightly as the orgasm flooded her.
While Rachel panted and tried to catch her breath, Jennifer slowly licked away at her pussy and thighs. Getting all the juices she could and loving the taste of every drop.
Jennifer did this for a good five minutes, until she pulled back and looked to see her mistress. She smiled as she saw she was making out with Mitch, and she was slowly stroking his already hard cock. Fuck he must really like this pairing, Jennifer thought.
As Jennifer watched she saw Rachel throw her head back and lay down on the bed to rest a bit. Her three orgasms and the great fucking really took a lot of energy out of her. Jennifer saw Amber pull back from the kiss, look at Mitch with a smile and said, "give her one more."
Jennifer got it right away and gently but quickly moved away from between Rachel's legs. It must have taken a moment to register for Rachel as when she rose her head to question it all, Mitch was already on the bed, propping himself up above her, and quickly lining his cock up with her pussy.
"More? I have already cum three times. That's three more than I have had since my kid was born." Rachel said, wanting to protest, but also couldn't deny that it was amazing sex.
"Then seems like you are still needing to catch up on your numbers." Mitch said with a smile and shoved half his cock into Rachel quickly.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Yes I'm, fuck me more. God fuck me whenever you want, wherever, god just fuck me." Rachel moaned as Mitch pushed in further.
Jennifer watched and listened as Rachel getting into it was so hot. She thought about all their interactions in the past. The many nights they sat around talking and bonding, the pool parties, new years and holiday events, all of it now seemed different. But it was a great different Jennifer thought.
As the fucking continued, so did the naughty talk from the slutty red head. "Yes Mitch, fuck me. Oh I want you to stretch my pussy all the time. No need to have your wife's slutty pussy, own mine Mitch. Cum deep inside me all the time." She begged.
"Oh such a naughty slut." Mitch replied. "Is that what you want. Me to leave my wife at home and come over when your husband leaves, fuck you like a slut in your own bed for once." Mitch finished.
"Yes, oh please yes. Fuck come over at night when he is there. He sleeps like a log, we can just fuck downstairs or in the garage." She continued to beg, enjoying the fucking.
"Well shit, you're almost as slutty as my wife." Mitch said with a smile.
"Oh yes, it must be your cock Mitch. God it's so good, I just want to feel it inside me all the time." She moaned.
Mitch smiled and looked at Jennifer and Amber, giving Amber a wink. "Then you better impress my sluts mistress, she tells her who she can service and beg me to fuck." He said to Rachel.
"Fine no problem, whatever she wants, god just please fuck me, fill me up again Mitch." Rachel said, the talk turning her on again, she knew she was going to cum again soon.
The talk also helped Mitch as he felt his load building up again, he thrusted hard again, bending down and biting Rachel's nipples again, knowing how much she enjoyed it.
"Fuck, again!!!!!" Rachel said as her pussy clenched around Mitch's cock and she came all over his dick yet again. Just as she was feeling her body calm, she felt Mitch's hands grab her hips tight, pull in deep, and felt him unload into her again.
"Yessssss!" She yelled as she felt it explode into her, loving the feeling and sensation, especially as deep as Mitch gets.
"Fuck." Mitch said as she slipped back from Rachel's legs and his cock popped out of her wet and juicy pussy. He barely turned and his lovely wife was already taking his cock into her mouth, slurping up every drop of juice and cum she could.
Jennifer knew Mitch had to be exhausted and done for the night so she made her clean up session quick and gentle. She also returned to a laying down Rachel and did the same. Rachel almost protesting, but feeling how soft and gentle Jennifer went about it she didn't.
After a few minutes Jennifer rose up, and smiled at the sexy and naked Rachel. "You look amazing and sexy all naked on my bed." Jennifer said with a smile.
Rachel smiled. "Well it's nothing compared to you. The wild sex hair, juices all over your face and body. That is hot good sex looks." She said with a smile, admiring the woman not just for her body, but really seeing how comfortable she is with herself to be so willing and eager to engage in what they just did.
"Oh you're just saying that so I beg my mistress to let me invite you over again." Jennifer teased.
Rachel smiled and said, "oh I do want that, but no that was a pure compliment."
"Well thank you." Jennifer said with a smile.
The four went and got some drinks, calming down a bit and allowing Amber and Rachel the opportunity to tell them how it happened.
"So like how did this come about?" Jennifer asked.
She saw Rachel blush and look at Amber who smiled and nodded.
"Well a couple of weeks ago, I was taking a walk around the neighborhood and actually ran into Amber outside your house. She was going to her car, and as she was getting in I notice the parking sticker." Rachel started her story.
Rachel and Amber go to the same gym that has its own parking area, so the two initially talked about that for a moment. Rachel told the couple that a few days later the two crossed paths at the gym, instantly knowing each other again.
The conversation kept up while they worked out until Rachel said she asked how she knew Jennifer and Mitch since that was where she saw he leaving. Amber said they were all friends, and Rachel just teasing asked how good, she was shocked to hear Amber's reply of "of very close friends."
It wasn't that they were close, Rachel said she picked up on the insinuation and said she confirmed it later in a conversation with Amber. They exchanged numbers after as Amber suggested it and Rachel went along, as having a work out buddy was never a bad idea.
Rachel said it was about two weeks ago when her husband had just left for a trip when Amber asked her is she was headed to the gym soon. Rachel explained she had to stay at home with her son.
Somehow later that evening the two women were still texting, and Rachel was alone in her bedroom she slipped deeper into the conversation and it suddenly turned to sexual desires and interests.
Rachel admitting she uses the gym as an outlet as her sex life is lacking. Amber chimed in that she may have used that to her advantage as she explained that before she went to sleep, Rachel was already fantasizing about Mitch and Amber specifically.
The two said the conversation continued the next day and be the time the evening rolled along, Rachel was quick to agree to keeping a naughty sexual secret. She even agreed to send Amber a photo of herself, which she happily and quickly did Amber confirmed, to show she was true.
After Amber got the picture and said she was satisfied with how naughty Rachel was, and also knowing that she also had something to lose, house and marriage, she told her how close Amber was to the couple.
Rachel couldn't believe it until she got the video of Jennifer sucking Mitch's cock, and her thanking Amber at the end. Seeing how hot it was and how sexy both Mitch and Jennifer were, Rachel quickly agreed.
The two setting up the plan and it working well with Rachel's husband leaving for work. Before Rachel left, Jennifer offered to eat her again, but she had to stop her as she was already so exhausted and sore.
She thanked them all, Mitch with a very long kiss, and a very nice hug to Amber as she thanked her over and over again.
Once she left, the couple and Amber retreated to the bedroom. Amber got her lingerie and put it back on with a laugh, saying she might as well just drive home naked.
The couple offered for her to stay, but she said she had work early so she needed to get home. They both realized the same and ten minutes later, Amber was already gone, Mitch had rinsed off in the shower, and Jennifer was now doing the same.
The weekend had been so amazing and better than she could have imagined. She wondered how work would be tomorrow seeing Esmeralda, and how would it be the next time her and Mitch ran into Rachel and her husband. It didn't scare her, actually only excited her.
She finished her shower, got dried off and went to bed naked, just as she has the past month. Making sure she was ready to take her husband's cock once more in the morning.
|
[
"husband",
"lesbian",
"bikini",
"shower",
"submissive",
"wife",
"neighbor",
"mistress"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 03
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-03
| 4.18 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
His aunt had prepared the spare room in advance, but it clearly still doubled as storage. Boxes lined the walls, leaving just enough open floor for the new bed and a desk.
Yumiko had clean it well, though. Large windows faced the south, toward the ocean. He could smell it on the breeze, drifting in through the curtains.
"Goodnight," he whispered from the doorway, waving to Yumiko and Miu on the couch.
Hana had gone to bed, thankfully. The embarrassment there wasn't likely to be any better in the morning, but he was ready to push it off as long as he could.
Takeru shut the door behind him and was left with the buzz of cicadas and the sound of distant waves. It was muggy, despite the open window. He stripped down to his briefs and collapsed onto the sheets, already sweating. His stomach full, and muscles aching, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in an instant.
The sun was on his face when he awoke, and something tickled his chin. Groggily, he looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to collect himself, and soft strands of hair brushed past his nose. Someone was laying in his arms, breathing softly. He craned his neck to peek.
It was Miu.
She wore a thin shirt that ended above her belly, and slick gym shorts that clung to the back of her. His cock was nestled into the damp heat of her body, gripped between the cheeks of her ass, dribbling over from the tip.
He inched his hips away, holding his breath, and slid his arm out from under her.
Miu stirred as he moved, grunting. She arched, stretching her shirt taut across her ribs. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through it, dark shapes against the white fabric. She shifted her hips, getting comfortable, and scooted back into him.
Takeru rolled away from her, sucking in a breath. "What are you doing in here?" he hissed, pulling the sheets into his lap.
Miu blinked a sleepy eye at the ceiling, then stretched, tugging her shirt up higher. He willed himself not to follow it.
"Hm?" she murmured
"Why are you in my bed?"
"I got lonely," she groaned. She pulled a corner of the covers over her head and slipped beneath it.
"That's-"
The door slid open and Hana appeared in the doorway.
"That's where you went! She usually sneaks in with Mom. Hey, wake up!" Hana shouted, kicking the mattress.
Miu didn't budge and Hana leaned over the bed instead. Without warning, she gripped the sheets and pulled. They slipped off of Miu, and then out of Takeru's hands, too.
"No!" he screamed.
He reached to catch them, but missed. His hands dropped to his lap, covering as much as he could. But he could only hide so much, and his briefs were stretched to breaking.
Takeru leapt, pressing his belly to the mattress, his hands covering his crotch. A sound of scrambling motion came from behind him and covers landed across his back.
"Could we get locks on these doors?"
"Yes" Hana replied, her voice unnaturally tight.
"No! I don't wanna sleep alone!" Miu wailed, kicking her legs.
She crept toward him and Takeru shoved her away with one arm, his cock leaping shamelessly beneath him.
"Can you both get out?"
"Miu, let's go," Hana grunted. He heard them struggling, slipping toward the hallway, and the door slipped shut.
He dressed as fast as he could, his back to the doorway, and pinched his leg until the bulge died down. His aunt was waiting in the kitchen when he entered, stirring porridge beside the stove.
"Good morning," she called over. "You should have slept in more. Are you hungry? Is that why you're up to so early?"
Takeru rubbed his eyes with his palms. "No, it's okay. I'm not hungry. Just... adjusting."
Yumiko glared at her youngest daughter. "Miu! Did you do it again?"
"He said it's fine!" Miu screeched.
"Liar!" Yumiko shouted. "He needs his sleep! When I tell your father-"
Miu darted off, wailing.
Hana sank onto the couch, picking up a book. "Ignore them," she said flatly. "It's like this every morning."
"I'm so sorry," Yumiko called over. "Hana was like this, too, at her age. Hana! Get up! Come and help."
Takeru rushed forward and grabbed the bowls from her hand. "I can do it."
Yumiko pulled them away, and he snatched them right back. He set the plates and bowls out, his aunt arguing for him to stop every step of the way. He brought out the last dish and then the only thing missing was his uncle. His aunt insisted they start without him, and they all sat down to eat.
Hana swatted Takeru on the shoulder as he took a bite. "Do you wanna see the town today?" she asked. "It beats sitting around here."
"He needs to study."
"He can study outdoors," Hana sighed. "His mother said it's too hot in here for him anyway." She grinned from the side of her lips.
"Clean air!" Miu shouted, her mouth filled with porridge. "It's better for studying you said, Mom!"
"I would like to see the town," Takeru said. "I'd like to see how things have changed. And I'm used to getting some exercise in the morning."
"Yeah, Mom," Hana said, nodding vigorously. "Boys have more energy to work off. It can really grow out of hand."
Takeru held his eyes on his food, ignoring her. "I need some things from town, anyway. I didn't pack very much."
"Oh, like what?"
"Just little things I forgot to pack. Deodorant, maybe a swimsuit. A pair of sandals."
Yumiko frowned. "The shop in town wouldn't sell anything like that. Maybe sandals, but they wouldn't fit you. It might be a while before anyone goes into town again. I'm sorry, will you be alright without them for a few days?"
"He can always sleep outside until he gets the deodorant," Hana said, and her mother frowned at her.
They finished breakfast and Takeru followed Hana down toward the town. She walked along the road while Takeru strolled barefoot in the grass beside her, the cool morning dew clinging to his feet. Miu trailed behind them both, twirling around and singing in their wake.
It was a ten-minute walk to the main strip. They passed two elderly women along the way, each carrying heavy packs and grinning toothlessly as they passed.
"That's Kiyo and Chiyo. They're the eligible singles in town," Hana said, wriggling her eyebrows at him from over her shoulder.
"If only I were wearing deodorant," he muttered.
"Oho," Hana teased, "Already planning to work up a sweat on those two? Naughty, naughty boy!"
"Trouble's come to town. Watch out," he called out as they reached the beach road.
Most of the shops he could see were boarded up, the signs above the stalls all faded to white. The once-bustling boardwalk was silent, save for the crash of waves beside them.
Takeru peered into the windows of a few buildings. "They look like they're in good condition," he said. "And they're all closed?"
"Who's going to come?"
Takeru gazed toward the beach. The remains of the old dock and boardwalk were scattered across the shoreline, utterly destroyed by the storm from a few years earlier.
Sighing, Takeru sat down in the empty road, resting his head in his hands, remembering the place as it had been before. Hana walked ahead, leaning in to light another cigarette.
His eyes crept automatically up the long, smooth legs in front of him, to the ripped jean shorts that stretched around her curves. One round cheek tensed, dimpling in as she leaned, her lighter clicking furiously.
The gap in her shirt opened as she hunched over, the smooth curve of her back peeking out beneath it as she blocked her cigarette from the wind.
"Ha!" she called out, turning to him. "Got it."
Miu leaped off a nearby porch, landing in the road with shout. When no one responded, she groaned and dashed on ahead..
"Hana, why didn't you ever come to Tokyo?"
She paused, pulling in another drag.
"And leave all this?" she replied dully. She strode off to join her sister on the beach.
He wanted to see his grandfather's orchards, but they were tucked away on the other side of town, further up the hill. Instead, they followed the beach through the fields, then to the edge of the forest, following it up the hills, ambling slowly toward home.
They passed a small grove of bamboo along the way where they once built forts, pretending the tall stalks were castle walls, defending them with their lives.
"Many brave soldiers gave their lives to these lands," Takeru said in a grave voice.
Hana nodded solemnly. "They died as they lived. With honor."
They wandered on through the edge of the forest, then headed onward and up the hill. Memories came to him in quick flashes: Miu had fallen from one of the trees here once and hit her head. They made her swear not to tell, and somehow she never had.
They got closer, and the faint sound of water came trickling out through the trees ahead.
"Let's go take a look," he told them, pushing through the treeline.
He reached the top, and finally saw it: A stream of water as wide as his body. It flowed from shrubs higher up the hill and fell into a wide pond below.
The water was calm and clear, deep enough to hide the bottom. Their own private little swimming hole.
A grin spread across Takeru's face. Growing up, his cousins had bragged about this. He only half-believed it really existed. His family always arrived too late in the summer for there to be anything more than an empty stone pit to play in.
But now, the place was completely transformed by it. The clearing in the trees was wide enough for sunlight to pour in and warm the water. It was beautiful, and hidden enough inside the treeline that you wouldn't know it was there unless you went searching for it.
"It's real," he told them.
Someone's hands shoved him from behind. He didn't stumble far, but it was clearly meant to send him into the water. He turned around, and Miu sprinted away giggling.
"You can't catch me!" she bellowed out.
"I don't want to," he muttered under his breath.
Hana grinned. "Are you gonna swim?"
"No swimsuit."
She rolled her eyes. "You never cared when we were kids."
Takeru kicked the tall weeds, avoiding her gaze. "Well, we're not kids anymore, Hana. It's weird now."
"Only because you're making it weird."
She gripped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it upward. He saw the bare, flat stomach beneath and swallowed hard, turning away.
"You don't think I should?" she asked, pausing halfway up.
Takeru opened his mouth, knowing she was teasing him, but unable to think of any way to respond.
Hana turned away. "Don't watch then," she grunted. The shirt lifted past the strap of her bra before he could shut his eyes.
"Aren't you coming?" She called out. "You're not a coward now, are you, city boy?" she asked softly.
He didn't need to take her bait, he told himself, opening his eyes again. He didn't need to sink to her level. And to prove it, he kicked his clothes off in a hurry and went to join her.
|
[
"cousin",
"aunt",
"rural",
"slow-build",
"japan",
"asian",
"harem",
"romance",
"skinny dipping"
] |
Turning Contest: A Movie Theatre
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/turning-contest-a-movie-theatre
| 4.64 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
Turning Contest: A Movie Theatre
Summary:
A kinky threesome transpires in a dark theatre.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea suggestion.
Thanks to OhDave1 and Shuj for proofreading.
THE TURNING CONTEST is a week-long competition between five MILF best friends over who can turn more straight teens, college girls and women.
The prize: The winner gets a weekend with the other four women's 18-year-old daughters.
Although each story definitely stands on its own, this is the twenty-sixth seduction scene. Here is a quick refresher of what has happened so far.
1. Turning Contest:
A Beautiful Blonde
,
in which seductress
VERONICA STONE
seduces a teen in her clothing store.
2. Turning Contest:
A Cute Maid
, in which reluctant seductress (she is more a submissive) and rich wife
CAROL WHITE
seduces and dominates her temporary maid.
3. Turning Contest:
A Delicious Model
,
in which seductress and casting agent
PORTIA JAMES
seduces a cute 19-year-old model who is auditioning for a part in the new Matt Damon movie.
4. Turning Contest:
A Desperate Asian
,
in which black professor
CRYSTAL WATSON
seduces a shy Japanese student in her office.
5. Turning Contest:
A Dominated Thief
,
in which store owner
VERONICA STONE
molests an 18-year-old who tried to steal from her store.
6. Turning Contest:
A Drunk Bday Girl
,
in which married seductress
JASMINE JONES
molests, seduces and fucks a 21-year-old birthday girl at a club.
7. Turning Contest:
A Drunk Bride 2 Be
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
continues her night at the club by seducing a friend of the birthday girl as well as a bride-to-be at her bachelorette party.
8. Turning Contest:
A Edible Waitress
,
in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
seduces a cute, big breasted, 18-year-old waitress at an open-all-night diner.
9. Turning Contest:
A Fashionable Cutie
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces a cute Victoria's Secret saleswoman in a change room.
10. Turning Contest:
A Fateful Birthday
, in which
CAROL WHITE
seduces a chubby girl at the beach and doubles down on a peeping Belle.
11. Turning Contest:
A Former Student
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
bumps into a former student, goes back to her place and seduces her slyly.
12. Turning Contest:
A Friend in Need
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces, somewhat by accident, her good friend who just caught her husband sucking cock in her kitchen.
13. Turning Contest:
A Friend of Amy's
,
in which
VERONICA STONE
gets her third turn with a surprisingly quirky nerd with the assistance of her first seduction (turn 1: A Beautiful Blonde).
14. Turning Contest:
A Girl Guide's Sis
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
seduces an 18-year-old selling cookies for her younger sister and who just happens to be her own daughter's cross-town rival.
15. Turning Contest:
A Hit & Lick
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
is hit from behind at a red light by a teen girl and uses the opportunity to get not one, but two turns seducing the nerdish driver and her Muslim friend.
16. Turning Contest:
A Kinky Cuckquean
, in which
VERONICA STONE
catches two teens having sex in one of her dressing rooms and uses it to blackmail them into submitting sexually to her.
17. Turning Contest:
A Kismet Encounter
, in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
bumps into her daughter's grade three teacher in line at a coffee shop and brings her home for a sweet seduction.
18. Turning Contest:
A Lick for a Raise
, in which
VERONICA STONE
turns a good employee who may be trying to blackmail her, into a pussy licking and strap-on taking pet.
19. Turning Contest:
A Lick Shop
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
seduces and turns a mother and daughter individually at a fancy dress shop.
20. Turning Contest:
A Lift
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
picks up and turns an elderly woman stranded on the side of the road.
21. Turning Contest:
A Maître D
,
in which
PORTIA JAMES
continues her hot streak seducing a young southern belle at a five-star restaurant.
22. Turning Contest:
A Makeover
,
in which
CRYSTAL WATSON
with her daughter's help seduces a shy nerd using vegetables as an appetizer.
23. Turning Contest:
A Mommy Fantasy
,
in which
CAROL WHITE
meets up with a young stranger to role-play a wicked Mommy lesbian fantasy.
24.
Turning Contest:
A Mormon Visit
,
in which
VERONICA STONE
gets a visit from a pair of Mormon girls who she challenges about their faith and seduces both of them.
25.
Turning Contest:
A Mother-In-Law
,
in which
JASMINE JONES
gets a call from her upset mother-in-law. One thing leads to another and she fucks her 65-year-old mother-in-law and invites her daughter over to join in a family threesome.
TURNING CONTEST: A MOVIE THEATRE
Carol got a text at 8:10 from Tabitha:
We have changed to an earlier showtime. We are now going to the 9:10 movie at Seven Oaks Cinemas if you want to come and give me another birthday present.
Carol responded:
I expect you to be in a skirt or dress that is easily accessible to that pussy of yours and do not wear panties.
Tabitha responded, unable to get the pleasure she received out of her head earlier in the day:
Already in a sundress and will find a place to discard my panties.
Carol smiled:
Good girl. Is your friend going to be there too?
Tabitha replied, looking at her best friend Daphne as she drove:
Yes.
Carol replied:
Good, I'll see you soon.
"Yeah, it's Hope Grows Sweet," Tabitha said, a romantic comedy she had been dying to see.
.....
Carol got a text from Tabitha at 8:55:
Theatre 4. Row 24, Seats 7 and 8. I also bought seat 9. Text me when you arrive and I'll bring you the ticket.
Carol had arrived at the theatre a few minutes earlier and was sitting in the parking lot. She saw she had again dropped to last place. While she was disappointed, the possibility of the sleepover multiple turns was keeping her encouraged... although she wasn't sure how she was possibly going to get a turn in a movie theatre.
Score at 8:31 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Crystal: 7
Portia: 7
Veronica: 7
Jasmine: 5
Carol:4
Carol texted back:
In the parking lot.
Tabitha, excited to see this woman who changed her life again, although she wasn't sure how she would possibly get a chance to get eaten and eat that pussy with her friend there or how Carol would possibly be able to seduce Daphne too, responded back:
I'll be waiting in the lobby.
Carol got out of the car and walked into the lobby, definitely overdressed in her pink stockings. She also had taken off her lesbian slave collar, but it was still in her purse to put back on for the sleepover.
She saw Tabitha waiting for her. "Hey birthday girl," Carol greeted, giving her a hug.
"I'm happy you could make it," Tabitha smiled.
"I wouldn't miss it," Carol said, seeing the entrance of the theatre lobby quite empty. This was promising. "Let's get some popcorn and drinks."
"I told Daphne that was where I was going," Tabitha said.
"By the way you look so cute," Carol said.
"I dressed for you."
"And I dressed for you," Carol countered, as they got to the line that had one family in front of them. "Although perhaps I overdressed."
"I underdressed," Tabitha said, feeling so naughty not wearing panties.
"In that case, I underdressed too."
"So do you have a plan?"
"Are there many people in the theatre?"
"There were only two other tickets sold when we bought ours," Tabitha said, in a whisper so the family in front of them wouldn't hear, "and they are way up in row six. I picked the very last row hoping we would have some privacy."
"Good choice," Carol approved and was impressed by this young girl's initiative. "You must really be looking forward to having that sweet pussy munched again."
"Yes," Tabitha replied, her cheeks going red at those words as the woman didn't whisper like she had.
"Does she know you bought three tickets?"
"She does!" Tabitha nodded. "She was quite confused, especially when all I said was that I'd met you today."
"So I'm assuming she doesn't know about our special relationship or how old I am."
"No way."
The family before them walked away, seemingly oblivious to their conversation and Carol ordered a large popcorn, a box of Junior Mints and three drinks. She paid as well, even after Tabitha protested, and they headed to the theatre.
"So what is the plan?" Tabitha asked, both excited and nervous.
"I honestly don't know," Carol admitted, "but it will come to me."
"And I'll come for you," Tabitha wickedly said, her one sexual encounter making her freer with saying such things.
"Oooooh, you'll be coming all right," Carol assured, figuring if the turn of her friend failed or didn't even get off the runway, she would take this eager girl to the bathroom and munch her there. Because of the triple turn potential of the sleepover later tonight, she was suddenly less determined to get this seemingly much more difficult one. That said, if she could find a way, she was going to take it.
In the movie theatre, Daphne looked at the two of them perplexed as the friend Tabitha had brought was more than twice their age. What the fuck? She hid those thoughts although her facial expression wasn't able to play as nice.
"Daphne this is Carol, Carol this is my best friend Daphne," Tabitha introduced.
"Hi," Daphne said, trying to be nice.
Carol could see the confusion in the teen's eyes and said, extending her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"You too," Daphne said, finding the older woman's word choice odd and the fact she was in a dress and pink pantyhose even weirder. Who dresses like that for a movie?
Carol, seeing Daphne looking at her outfit, explained, "Yes, I'm overdressed for a movie, but I came directly from dinner," which was kind of true if pussy counted as dinner.
"Tabitha made us dress up too," Daphne said, not thrilled to be wearing a sundress instead of her usual shorts and t-shirts, but Tabitha insisted.
"Well, both of you look absolutely adorable and sexy," Carol complimented, as she took her first major risk by adding the word sexy and her second when she sat down in between the two best friends.
Daphne looked again at the woman and then the still-standing Tabitha perplexed before Tabitha just shrugged and sat on the left side of Carol.
"So how long have you two known each other?" Carol asked as she handed Daphne the root beer.
"Since we were in grade one," Tabitha answered.
"That's a long time," Carol said.
"Yeah, we have always been inseparable ever since," Daphne said, hinting at her annoyance at this older woman sitting in the middle.
Carol caught on but ignored it, "Oh, so where were you when I met this beautiful birthday girl at the beach?"
"Working," Daphne said, unable to get the day off.
"Too bad, you missed a lovely time," Carol said, as she patted Tabitha's leg. "Isn't that right, birthday girl?"
"Yes, it was a great time."
"What did you do?" Daphne asked since she had not heard about any of this until now. Tabitha had failed to mention this woman at all except to say there was a third person joining them and she sure didn't give any hints it was a woman in her forties.
"Um, well, we, uh...." Tabitha was not a good liar.
"Let's just say we got to know each other better," Carol said, giving both girl's legs a squeeze, just as the lights started to dim, "much, much better."
Daphne was confused by the answer and Tabitha's flushed cheeks went instantly red. The woman's hand briefly on her leg also added to the confusion. But her last words, her tone shifting had the strangest thought pop into her head. Did they have a lesbian experience?
"Popcorn?" Carol asked, seeing the confusion and perhaps the beginning of revelation in the girl's eyes.
"No thanks," Daphne said, as she took a sip of her root beer and tried to figure out what the heck was going on.
Carol sighed as two more people entered the theatre, but they too went way up near the front and other than the risk of people walking in or the four way in front going to the washroom or going to get more snacks they had a pretty private area. Perhaps, the goddess of turns was encouraging her to take the risk.
During the trailers, Carol didn't do anything other than eat some popcorn and ponder ways to make this turn possible. Nothing really came to mind. She had at least planted a seed in the cute teen's mind, but that was all she could do.
Daphne, like Tabitha, was big-framed and large-breasted; a few minutes into the movie, Carol moved one hand on Tabitha's leg.
Tabitha felt an immediate chill go through her body. While she had really wanted to see this movie, she was having a hard time paying attention as the anticipation of what may occur kept her unfocused.
Slowly over the next few minutes, Carol continued slowly moving her hand under the dress and eventually reached the wet pussy of the eager teen. Tabitha let out a slight moan although not enough to alert Daphne.
A wicked idea popped into her head, Carol moved her hand away, took a couple kernels of popcorn and moved them under her dress and to her pussy. She wasn't sure if it was obvious or not, but she moved the two kernels up and down between her pussy lips, letting them get wet with her sweetness.
She then pulled them out and handed one to Tabitha. Tabitha opened her mouth and took the piece of popcorn unaware of its added flavour. Her eyes went wide at the reality that she was suddenly eating a piece of pussy popcorn. Which, in turn, instantly made her pussy tingle.
"Want another piece?" Carol asked, feeling so naughty doing something so naughty.
"Yes, please," Tabitha said, opening her mouth as the older woman popped the piece of popcorn in her mouth.
Daphne looked over and shook her head.
Carol grabbed some more popcorn and replicated the flavour addition, this time Daphne noticed. "What are you doing?"
"Adding flavour to the popcorn," Carol answered, moving her hand back out. "Want to try?"
"God, no," Daphne said, disgusted.
"I'll take it," Tabitha said, reaching over taking the few pieces and popping them into her mouth.
"Tabitha! Those were just down there," Daphne pointed to the woman's vagina.
"I know, it's delicious," Tabitha said, answering with food in her mouth.
"What is going on here? How do you two even know each other?" Daphne asked.
"Well," Carol said, as she snapped her fingers, looked at Tabitha, and pointed to the teen's pussy, "actually we just met today at the beach."
"Here?" Tabitha asked, looking around and yet so badly craving this woman between her legs eating her pussy again she was willing to do almost anything in the almost empty theatre in front of her best friend.
"Yeah, my dear, right here and now," Carol said, as she handed Daphne the bag of popcorn and moved to her knees on the hopefully clean floor.
"Tabitha, w-w-what is going on?" Daphne stammered as she witnessed this well-dressed woman move between her best friend's legs.
"I have my own lesbian pet," Tabitha said, as she parted her legs as wide as she could in the slightly restrictive chair.
"You're not really going to let her..." Daphne began as the older woman moved her head to her best friend's vagina. "Oh, you are."
"I can't help it, Daphne," Tabitha moaned ever so softly, "the feeling is absolutely amazing."
"Since when are you a lesbian?" Daphne questioned.
"Move to this seat, you are talking too loud," Tabitha said.
"I'm talking too loud?" Daphne asked, even as she did move to the seat beside her best friend. "You think that's the problem here?"
"Oh, that's it," Tabitha moaned, this woman able to create pleasure inside her that she never knew existed before today.
"You are going to get caught," Daphne warned, trying to bring some reason to her best friend committing such an act in public. She looked down and watched in the semi-dark theatre, the surreal reality of an older woman licking her best friend's vagina.
"I don't care," Tabitha replied, "this is the most amazing feeling I have ever experienced."
"So you are a lesbian?" Daphne asked again.
"I don't know," Tabitha answered, "but I definitely like being eaten by another woman and...."
"And what?"
"And eating a pussy," Tabitha finished, looking right into her best friend's eyes. The thought of perhaps having a best friend who could get each other off suddenly was a very appealing thought.
"Did you eat her vagina?" Daphne asked. She again looked down at the woman between Tabitha's legs. She was confused by the fact that she found the view oddly erotic. While she had never had sex of any kind, and she definitely found boys cute, she had also admired many of the pretty girls in her school. This had always confused her, but as she watched this surreal act right before her eyes she couldn't help but have some strange inner feelings.
"Yes and it was delicious," Tabitha answered.
"All pussy is delicious," Carol chirped in between licks. When she knelt down she wasn't sure if she had a remote chance of a turn, but Tabitha was playing this perfectly and perhaps had her own inner seductress inside her. While she couldn't see Daphne's facial expression, her tone that started somewhat angry had shifted to seemingly curious and confused. Those two feelings were the perfect blend for a turn.
"From my limited experience that is true," Tabitha said.
"How many girls have you been with?"
"Just one and a half I guess," Tabitha answered, her orgasm rising from the amazing tongue action.
"One and a half?" Daphne asked. "How were you with half a girl?"
"I wasn't with-with her," Tabitha explained, "we just both worked over Carol's pussy and ass together."
"Ass?"
"Well, the other girl did that," Tabitha said. "I just ate her delicious pussy."
"You can't be serious?"
"Don't knock it until you try it," Tabitha said, letting out a long controlled moan.
Daphne tried to process this surprising side of Tabitha. As she did, she again watched the lesbian act before her. She couldn't help but feel her body get excited watching. It was so taboo and wrong and yet quite hot.
"Come for me, sexy," Carol instructed, as she slid two fingers inside the quietly moaning teen and prepared to make her come.
"Oh yes, finger fuck me, fuck my pussy, eat my cunt," Tabitha wickedly said, close to coming but also trying to put on a show for her best friend.
"Tabitha!" Daphne gasped, as she went back and forth from watching the woman eat her best friend to looking at her best friend's lustful desperate facial expressions. She was also shocked by her friend's naughty language which weirdly added to the tingling sensation inside her.
"I can't control myself, I'm about to come," Tabitha moaned, the fingers fucking her and the tongue flicking her clit driving her absolutely nuts. Taking a risk in the moment of complete rapture, she leaned to her side and kissed her best friend.
Daphne's eyes went wide at the sudden kiss. She didn't even have time to respond back one way or another as Tabitha backed away and leaned back onto the chair, her eyes remained locked on hers as she came.
"Oooooooooh," Tabitha moaned, biting her lip to not scream... both her oral orgasms in public-ish places where she couldn't let out the primal scream she was feeling.
Daphne watched her best friend come. It was fascinatingly erotic. Tabitha looked so peaceful, yet so vulnerable and somehow also sexy.
Tabitha felt the orgasm wash over her and enjoyed the ultimate pleasure for a second time today. She also kept looking at her best friend wanting to find a way to do this with her.
Carol lapped up the excessive sweet juices of the birthday teen wondering how Daphne was reacting. The fact she was still there was a good sign.
"Someone just stood up in front," Daphne warned, instantly bringing her back to reality. "Someone just stood up and is coming this way."
Carol took one more lick and quickly got up and moved to the other side of Daphne, knocking over the popcorn bag that had apparently been put on the floor at some point.
A teenage girl walked by oblivious to the naughty act that had just transpired rows behind her.
Carol, seeing Daphne's look of confusion in her eyes, smiled, "I can do you too!"
"Let her," Tabitha said, "she will change your life."
"I couldn't," Daphne said, looking at Tabitha who leaned in and kissed her again.
Carol watched, unaware of the first brief kiss. Daphne couldn't believe her best friend was kissing her. The lips were so soft. Her body was burning which had her confused. Before she knew it, she was kissing her back.
Tabitha felt a gush of wetness come out of her as Daphne kissed her back.
Carol wanted to just drop to her knees and make this turn a reality but had to wait until the person returned to the theatre.
The two girls kissed for a couple of minutes, tender, yet passionate. Tabitha was already thinking of all the things they could do to each other back at her house tonight, while Daphne was processing the reality she was making out with her best friend.
A little light came from behind them and Carol warned, "She's back."
The girls hastily moved back from each other as the girl walked past and returned to her seat way up front.
"Now you two make out and I'm going to give Daphne some special attention," Carol said, kicking aside some popcorn kernels she didn't want to kneel on before moving back to the floor.
"I don't know," Daphne said hesitantly.
"Just let go and kiss me," Tabitha said, as she resumed kissing her best friend to distract her and hopefully help her discover the joys of oral sex.
Daphne felt her legs being parted and when hands reached for her panties she willingly lifted her hips up and allowed them to be pulled down and off.
Carol smiled as she was about to get an epic turn as she leaned forward and licked the hairy teen pussy which was subtly wet.
"Oooooooh," Daphne moaned into her best friend's mouth the moment contact was made on her pussy.
"Isn't it amazing," Tabitha whispered, as she moved her lips to her friend's neck.
"Feels good," Daphne mindlessly said, the hot breath and lips on her sensitive neck mixed with the tongue probing her pussy instantly creating intense multiple pleasures.
"Yeah, you're so hot, Daphne," Tabitha purred, splattering kisses all over her friend's neck.
"I am?" Daphne asked, not a description she was used to hearing said to her.
"Yes, Daphne, you're so fucking hot," the best friend stressed, as she cupped one of Daphne's big tits under the dress.
"Is this why you insisted I wear a dress today?" Daphne asked with a moan as she was suddenly being felt up by her best friend and a clear realization hit her.
"Yes, I hope you don't mind," Tabitha said, kissing her friend's neck and cupping her tit... enjoying being the seductress.
"I can't believe it," Daphne moaned, as all her pleasure points being stimulated at once had her orgasm rising quickly. Sure, she had masturbated and had orgasms, but this was a whole other level of euphoria which was rising rapidly inside her.
"You taste delicious, Daphne," Carol said, between licks as she worked the pussy over good and tried to escalate the orgasm as time was of the essence in the rather public setting.
"I knew your pussy would taste delicious," Tabitha purred, feeling a wicked sense of play in the heat of the moment.
"Oh, Tabitha," Daphne moaned, her friend's words and the woman's tongue making her a complete mess as her orgasm rose quickly.
"Come all over her face, Daphne," Tabitha encouraged, continuing to cup her friend's tit and now tugging on her ear.
"Oh, Tabitha," Daphne repeated in a growing rapture.
Carol listened intently and knowing the girl was close attacked her clit aggressively.
"Oooooh myyyyyy," Daphne moaned a little loudly and covered her mouth just before she was about to erupt.
"Come, my sexy bestie, come right fucking now," Tabitha demanded, with just a touch of an authoritarian tone.
"Oooooooooooh," Daphne moaned into her mouth as her orgasm cascaded through her with a massive wave of intense pleasure feeling her juices squirt out of her unlike any orgasm she had experienced by her own fingers (and handle of brush once).
Carol caught as much of the excessive cum that squirted out of her... more than she had ever experienced from one pussy.
"Good girl," Tabitha purred, tugging on her friend's ear. "You look so hot coming."
"Oh God," Daphne responded in a daze as the euphoria continued to wave through her over and over and over.
About a minute later, Daphne, overwhelmed with the aftermath of the pleasure, gently pushed the woman away and said, standing up, "I got to pee."
As she scurried away, Carol got off her knees and said, "We should take this to the washroom."
"We're not done?"
"Have I come yet?" Carol asked and realized her answer almost rhymed.
"I guess not," Tabitha said, as she followed Carol out of the room and towards the bathroom which was only a thirty-second walk from the theatre they had just left.
"I'm going to the last stall," Carol whispered, seeing the third one closed and assumed that was where Daphne was urinating.
"Okay."
"Bring her as soon as she leaves the stall," Carol ordered.
"Okay," Tabitha repeated.
"Ready to eat your best friend's pussy?"
"God, yes," Tabitha answered, the idea exciting her so much. The idea that she and Daphne could please each other any time now was the ultimate birthday present.
Carol went to the last stall and waited hearing the toilet flush just seconds later.
When Daphne exited the stall she was startled to see Tabitha standing there. As her best friend took her hand, she asked, "What are you doing?"
Tabitha didn't answer but led her into the final stall, a larger one for wheelchair access.
"Sit on the toilet, Daphne," Carol instructed.
"What? Why?" Daphne questioned, looking at the woman.
"Time for you to repay the favour," Carol said.
Having a little bit of time to calm down, Daphne's head had been spinning with the possible consequences of her moment of weakness.
"Time for me to eat you," Tabitha added.
"You want to eat me?" Daphne asked.
"Tabitha's birthday present from her Fairy Godmother is to have you two able to pleasure each other anytime and anyplace," Carol said, somewhat feeling like she was in a kinky version of Cinderella.
"Really?"
"Sit down and spread your legs, Daphne," Tabitha ordered.
Daphne obeyed, processing the idea that this could be a regular thing between them. Did she want that? She sure didn't want anything to come between them as best friends. "I'm not sure about this."
"I eat all my best friends," Carol said, sensing what was perhaps holding this young girl who desperately wanted to feel more of the pleasure she just experienced.
"You do?"
"All the time," Carol said, as Tabitha dropped to her knees and spread her friend's legs.
"And I want to do this to you all the time," Tabitha said, as she moved her head between her best friend's legs and immediately began licking before Daphne could protest.
"Oooooh my," Daphne moaned as her best friend was suddenly licking her pussy.
"And now you need to discover the taste of pussy," Carol said, moving beside the toilet, pulling her dress up and offering her perfect pink peach to this frazzled teen.
"Fuck it," Daphne shrugged without even a thought of protest. She leaned forward and began licking.
"Good girl," Carol moaned.
Tabitha looked up from between her friend's legs and smiled. She said, "You look so hot eating pussy, Daphne."
"Shut up and eat mine," Daphne ordered, partly because she was embarrassed by the compliment and she wanted her friend's tongue licking her. Also, she couldn't help but feel a major rush at the fact she was eating a pussy, it was so surreal, exciting and tasty.
"Yes, you two sexy girls, eat pussy like you were born to do," Carol encouraged, as she reached for her phone that was in her purse which was conveniently over her shoulder. She didn't want to put the 700-dollar bag on the bathroom floor (although ironically she would allow her knees to touch said floor).
As both girls licked, she checked the scoreboard and was happy it had been over an hour and no change to the scoreboard. While she would still be in last after this turn, she would only be two behind the three tied for first and she had a really great opportunity to earn three more turns at the sleepover later tonight.
Score at 9:47 PM on Saturday:
Scorecard:
Crystal: 7
Portia: 7
Veronica: 7
Carol: 5
Jasmine: 5
Once the score was updated, her phone still on silent, she secretly took a few photos of the wicked threesome she was not only a part of but had expertly created. This turn had given her confidence that she could compete with the other four ladies.
A couple of minutes later, with her phone back in her purse, and Daphne making up for her lack of experience with eager exuberance, Carol was about to come. She gently guided the teen's head and pressed it against her wetness which the young girl properly understood was to go faster.
Daphne, her face suddenly pressed against this woman's pussy and hearing her increased moans, slid one finger inside the woman.
"Oh yes, finger fuck me," Carol moaned.
Tabitha thought that was a great idea and slid two fingers inside her best friend's very wet pussy.
"Oooooh," Daphne moaned, as the instant addition of fingers inside her accelerated the speed of a second orgasm rising through her.
"Don't stop," Carol moaned, placing one hand on the wall for balance just before she erupted. "I'm coming."
Daphne was surprised by how much cum could come out of a woman as her face was drenched with it. She licked as best she could while her own second orgasm was imminent.
Tabitha hearing Carol come doubled down her efforts to get her best friend off and she furiously finger banged her and attacked her clit.
It didn't take more than forty seconds before Daphne's screams of euphoria were muffled by Carol's cunt as her second orgasm flooded out of her.
Tabitha got as much of the gushing cum as the thrill of getting her best friend off enhanced her desire for another orgasm.
Once her orgasm was done, Carol smiled and said, as she backed away, "I'll let you two have as much fun as you want here. I'm going to go and finish watching the movie."
"Okay," Daphne said in a bewildered aftermath of giving and receiving... her orgasm, still leaking out of her and into her best friend's mouth.
Carol headed out and returned to the theatre happy with her latest turn.
A few minutes later, the two girls returned, sat side by side and were holding hands.
This made Carol smile. If these two found their secret truths from her turns even better.
All three watched the rest of the movie in silence... Carol didn't have any place to be until likely midnight.
THE END
UP NEXT: Turning Contest: A Muslim where Jasmine invites a pretty woman of wealth back to her hotel room and uses some trickery to draw her in.
|
[
"nylons",
"lesbian",
"stockings",
"18-year-old",
"threesome",
"virgin",
"in public",
"voyeur",
"oral",
"milf"
] |
Sentenced to Indecency
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/sentenced-to-indecency
| 4 | null |
Reluctance/NonConsent
|
!! This story is 100% fictional, and is inspired by my own fantasies and desires. I don't condone or encourage any of the behaviour mentioned and everybody involved is over the age of 18. If this is for you, then enjoy <3!!
May 31st, 2069
"So it is the new law that women may be served punishment through physical means. This is at the discretion of the Authorities, however may include physical beatings, penetration, public humiliation..."
The TV droned on in the background as I stretched out on the couch and began rolling a joint. I didn't really care that weed wasn't legal because I'd never been caught before and nobody suspects a cute 20 year old girl to be a raging stoner. I begin to grind up my weed when suddenly I hear a knock on the door.
Without thinking, I leave my stuff where it is and go to answer. Standing confidently and large in the doorway is my neighbour Darren. He is probably in his 60's and always gave me the creeps. From quick glances at my legs in skirts in the past to downright staring down my tank top right now, something was off about him, and now he was standing in the doorway of my apartment with a red face and an unnerving smile.
'So, how are you?'
He asks, eying me up and down.
'I-I'm good. What can I do for you?'
I ask as he begins to walk into the doorway while there's little I can do. 'Sure, come on in then.' I mutter to myself under my breath.
His gaze immediately darts to the rolling setup on my bed, his eyes lighting up as I expect him to ask me for some. Instead, he quickly whips out his phone and takes a photo as my stomach drops and I begin to panic. 'W-what are you doing with that?' I stutter and try to reason with him.
'I-I only use it for pain relief. I always leave the w-windows open.'
He turns to me, with the a sick smile on his face as he shakes the phone screen at me mockingly.
'Oh poor baby, didn't you hear? A crime like this can get you in big trouble after today. And unfortunately for you, this photo is on its way to the Chief Constable. I'll see you soon, or maybe not. Depends if they'll take on board my suggestions.'
He snorted and laughed to himself before swivelling on his heel and promptly leaving the apartment, and me with my jaw open.
Would I be arrested? What is he talking about? I spent a couple of hours stressing about the prospect of being arrested and coming up with hypothetical arguments in my favour in my head. To settle myself, I decided this was just the behaviour of an over concerned neighbour with nothing better to do than stick his nose in my business, and smoke the controversial joint before drifting off to sleep.
I was woken by a sudden banging. It was coming from my front door, and my eyes shoot open. My phone tells me the time is 3am, and I sigh as I stand up groggily to walk towards the door. All of a sudden, I hear a loud crash as my door is broken in and heavy footsteps thud around my apartment. My heart pounds and my stomach drops as I think I'm being broken into.
My bedroom door is pushed open and I see several armed men in uniform, who barge in and grab me by the arms. I am dragged through my living room and out the door of my apartment. They march me down the stairs, out the main doors and into a black van parked outside. My whole body was shaking in fear and I was too shocked to speak so was somewhat grateful when one of them began to explain. 'We've had reports of criminal activity involving drug use in your apartment.'
That fucking moron! That perv really reported me! I cursed under my breath and shivered as I prayed that I would get off lightly.
'There are new laws regarding the punishment of these crimes, and so you'll be taken and will have to stay in a set place until your punishment is over. Got it?'
I was imagining that he meant I would be staying in one custody room, or one prison until my sentence was over. Even this still sent me into a fit of panic, and I began to think of ways out of this. Surely it would go to court and there'd be a trial, I could explain myself. That I'm a young woman with a bright future. Before I could think much more I felt a sharp needle prick in the back of my arm as the van jostled along the road and suddenly a tingling sensation ran through my body as it went limp and my brain went quiet.
When I came to, I found my whole body ached. Everything was dark and I felt a chill on my skin. I quickly realised I wasn't clothed. My head was trapped in some kind of box or cage, meaning I couldn't see anything around me.
I tried to move my arms and legs, but my wrists were stuck in a stock type of thing, and my legs chained to something that kept them apart and still. I began to freak out. My heart pounded and I frantically flailed and squirmed to no avail. Where WAS I?
From what I could hear, there were cars and people nearby which didn't help. It was cold and I had goosebumps. My nipples were rock hard from the temperature and I was terrified. My whole human body was stuck, possibly on display and I couldn't do a thing about it.
After about what felt like a lifetime of crying and squirming, I hear a deep male voice. 'Okay everybody, so this is the first public chaining we've had so far. This silly slut was caught using drugs, and this is her punishment. There's no rules this time so it's free range. You've got 3 hours.'
What the fuck? What did that mean? Questions and worries were swimming in my head but before I could get any further I felt a hand on my back, stroking down my spine. I froze in fear. Suddenly there was another on my thigh, then another on my breast, then another squeezing my ass, and before I knew it I was covered in hands grabbing and groping every inch of my person.
I screamed from inside the box my head was in and cried out loud, trying to move but all I could hear or see was darkness and the odd grunt or satisfied hum of whoever was assaulting me. I had two hands on each breast, mauling groping and flicking my nipples. There was also hands exploring between my legs now, running along my slit and teasing my pussy and ass holes.
I felt like a toy, an object, a subhuman doll for these people to do as they pleased. A hot rush of humiliation and disgust seared through me as I sobbed and wailed. A hot rush of humiliation that warmed between my legs for some reason.
A finger entered my pussy, and one teased my asshole. More fingers were added to my pussy until fingers from two different hands were dipping in and out of my pussy hole. The hand at my ass had some help as somebody spread my cheeks and dragged their tongue up my crack before the hand shoved its way in, pushing two fingers into my ass.
I was being pistoned in both my holes by multiple different hands, while my nipples were being completely abused and everywhere else on my body was being touched too. More fingers were introduced and I screamed as I was being stretched. Whoever was doing this then ruthlessly curled up their fingers and shoved their entire fist into my pussy. My knees buckled and I cried at the pain of being stretched more than I could ever imagine.
The fingers in my ass took note, and were removed before I felt someone spit at the hole and rub it in before four fingers returned, followed by a thumb until I was being fisted in my ass and pussy. All my holes were filled to capacity and all I could do was stand there with my eyes closed willing it to be done.
Both fists increased in speed as a third hand began drawing circles around my clit. I felt two mouths suckle onto my chest, taking my nipples into their mouths, flicking and biting them. Every part of my body was feeling some sort of sensation and I couldn't take it. I cried and yelled and screamed as my clit was finally met and every area that could be stimulated was being overwhelmed. My knees suddenly buckle as I wail loud and long, feeling wetness shoot from between my legs as they continue.
I cry even more when nobody lets up, continuing the assault for a long while. My pussy and ass were fisted and filled with various people's hands and cocks, and my nipples were red raw from the amount of pinching, twisting and pulling. It went on for forever and I could barely retain consciousness by the time I hear the same deep booming voice speak.
'Half an hour left everybody! Get your photos and videos while you can!'
Fuck fuck fuck- photos and videos? At least my face is covered. And half an hour isnt that long. But I can barely focus on the time with everything else going on. In this time people have been getting creative, I've been fucked in both my pussy and ass with cucumbers, umbrellas, bottles, boots, poles and whatever else you can imagine. I've had beer, wine and actual piss rubbed over me. I've been entirely violated in every possible hole and part that can be touched. And I couldn't see who was doing any of it.
Suddenly I hear a low voice next to the box.
'I told you you could get in big trouble'
The voice speaks as someone grabs my tit and slides a cock into my ass at the same time. My blood runs cold as I realise this was down to my neighbour. The pervert couldn't get me any other way, so he decided to send those pictures to the authorities and take advantage of that stupid rule that was on TV earlier.
Between panting and screaming at still being fucked from every angle including his disgusting cock in my tender asshole I manage to splutter out a 'Fuck YOU.' He aggressively fucks me, groaning and muttering about how good my body looks on camera. So he's filming me. I feel him suddenly pull out and unload himself on my back, he didn't last long at all and I nearly find my self laughing internally.
The last half an hour goes slowly, my body is spent and everything hurts. My holes are raw and gaping and nobody seems to give a shit, and certainly nobody wants to take it easy. I'm being covered in fluids, stuffed with inanimate objects and it seems most of it is on camera.
Finally, the time runs out as I hear groans and feel the fingers finally leave my body and swollen nipples, the hands fall from gripping my body all over and the multiple hands fucking my ass and pussy respectively are removed roughly.
I feel myself drift off and am awoken only when I feel a familiar prick in the back of my arm as everything goes dark. I wake up in my apartment, confused as if this was all one bad dream, and only for everything mildly aching still or I wouldn't have believed it happened.
I look over to my couch and the rolling equipment is still sitting there. I catch myself smiling, and thinking about the ordeal. Now my darkest, most twisted fantasies are set in a law, and all it takes is breaking a few rules now and then. I let out a long sigh as I begin to roll a joint again, this time facing the window incase anybody wants to catch me.
|
[
"police",
"exhibitionism",
"noncon",
"reluctance",
"intox",
"public",
"gangbang"
] |
An Education to Remember
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/an-education-to-remember
| 4.76 | null |
Transgender
|
Dragged to a nightclub by your oversexed friends to lose your long-overdue virginity, you catch the eye of a raven-haired shortstack and her tall, stunning companion who hides a surprise for you. (Though probably not
that
surprising, given this story's category).
My first erotic fiction, written in second person to maximize vicarious enjoyment. Probably too long, but I guess I got a bit too into it!
Nightclubs were definitely not your vibe, as enjoying them seemed to require being both outgoing and at least reasonably competent at dancing, descriptors not remotely applicable to you. But Sasha had decided that it was unbecoming for someone in their mid-20s to still have their virginity, and so to a nightclub you went, along with her little flock of girlfriends.
For in Sasha's mind, the nightclub was the best place to lose one's virginity. It wasn't hard to see how she'd arrived at this conclusion: Sasha was tall, slim, athletic, and skilled at choosing outfits that seemed to cover nothing and too much at the same time. Her glistening tanned legs extended from a short, flowy skirt that coaxed lucky men between her thighs like bees to honey. Above that she had one of those lingerie tops that had become so popular to wear in public, all sheer fabric and lace with an underwire pointlessly supporting her perky, firm tits.
The top's transparent cups did nothing to cover her No. 2 eraser nipples, but Sasha didn't mind; she went to the club to show off, not cover up. She was there to be noticed, desired, lusted after, and eventually claimed. She was there to laugh while being pounded by the cock of her choosing, to smile in satisfaction as its cum dripped down her thighs like the juices of a summer peach.
You found Sasha attractive, but to desire her and act on said desire would require far more initiative than you'd ever taken with a woman, making her body equal parts arousing and intimidating. You'd met her through school, where she had decided to put her Psychology classes to use by acting as your therapist. In truth, this was Sasha's most attractive trait--she had a streak of kindness and genuine enthusiasm that made people open up to her. And you had opened up to her, slowly, over the course of many weeks, eventually revealing your sexual inexperience, which Sasha immediately had decided to solve.
Bringing you here, to the club. You felt nervous being in the lineup, surrounded by people who probably actually knew what to do once they'd gone in. Like Sasha, you'd dressed for the occasion, but (you felt), with far less success. You wore a simple blue button-up and (slightly) too tight beige pants that you'd accidentally shrunk in the wash, feeling like an ill-fitted Best Buy employee. Your hopes that this colour combination would go unnoticed were dashed almost immediately as you heard a comment from behind.
"Any chance you can help me find the audio department?"
You turned to see the source of the remark and immediately felt your collar get hot. Standing there was almost the inverse of Sasha: short, thick, moonlight pale skin. A mess of long dark hair tumbled down over round glasses, coming to a rest on the most lusciously huge tits you'd ever seen bursting out from a tight leather strapless top. Tight leather seemed to be this girl's theme, as it was repeated in the pants that struggled to contain her thighs, causing a clear outline between them that made you question if there was anything underneath.
"What?" you replied, understandably slow on the uptake, as far more blood was now flowing between your legs than to your brain. The shortstack girl's sharp brown eyes caught sight of this, causing her to smile with tongue between teeth. "I think your pants need a size up."
Luckily for you, Sasha had noticed the conversation and swooped in to save you. "Pot calling kettle!" she said, gesturing to the shortstack's bursting breasts. The girl laughed in reply, loud and joyful. While it could be hardly called soft and feminine, the energy behind it thrust into your mind a fully-realized image of the laughing shortstack relieved of her constraining outfit, her delight now driven by elation and euphoria.
"Just keep your eyes to yourself," Sasha said playfully.
"I will if
he
can," the shortstack replied, jerking her thumb at you with a wink.
This was too much for you: your cock was practically bursting through the cotton-elastic blend. You reached down to adjust it, failing on the first few tries, further adding to the embarrassment-arousal feedback loop. The girl was ostensibly doing the same to her shirt, but her adjustments looked more seductive than practical; pulling the shirt up tight to reveal the contour of her large nipples, pushing it left and right to squeeze her breasts further together.
These simple movements combined to be far greater than the sum of their parts: in that moment you'd never wanted anything as much as you wanted her, to see her strip naked, to grasp and shove your rock-hard cock into her soaking pussy, turn your anxious nerves into hot loops of cum breeding her body.
"Grace, I think you're making him nervous."
The comment shook you from your fantasies, this time coming from a woman behind the shortstack--apparently called Grace--who up until now seemed to have been occupied by her phone. As she strode out, you became completely convinced that stunning women must nearby grow on trees.
She was tall--in her heeled boots taller than Sasha (who wore sneakers to the club; she preferred to not let awkward shoes restrain her tantalizing dances)--with more definition too. Whereas Sasha was lithe like a dancer, the smooth muscles rolling woman's athletic body seemed more indicative of boxing. This new temptress tilted her head, her thick red lips becoming a knowing smile.
"Though, I think he might
enjoy
being nervous," she remarked. When the woman had turned, her sequined scarf top had drifted this way and that way across her huge, upright tits--too large and perky to be real, you figured.
Not that you cared. She was incredible. Her lips were matched by strongly dyed red hair, wavy and turning as it brushed her shoulders. Gold hoops adorned her ears, furthering the juxtaposition between elegant femininity and masculine strength. You yearned to reach over and slide your hand up her iridescent flared skirt, to feel (what you hoped to be) the wetness inside.
"He's just quiet!" Sasha said enthusiastically, saving you again. She grabbed your arm to pull you towards the door, where the bouncer had been tapping his foot impatiently. Sasha and the other girls waved at Grace and the redhead, who waved in return (though you swore you saw Grace lick her lips when she saw you stealing a final look).
*
Inside the club, the music was loud, the lights were strobing, and you were again left wondering what on Earth you were doing here.
"We'll chat with those girls again later," Sasha said in your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. "But there's no need to settle so early in the night." To accent the point, she gracefully dodged around a thickly muscled man who had playfully swung his hips in her direction. The man put his finger down his cheek as a fake tear, leading Sasha to run her hand across her breast as a consolation prize. She tweaked and twisted her nipple, drawing a laugh from the man, his gaze following her long after she'd turned away.
You felt your cock hardening again at Sasha's seduction, wondering if you were going to spend the entire night uncomfortably adjusting your pants. "He was so forward!" you said, astonished.
"It's not as hard as you think," said a loud voice in your ear, this time belonging to Sasha's friend, Zoe. You felt more inclined to take confidence from that comment when hearing it from her, compared to slender, supple Sasha, who likely had never known a moment shyness in her life.
For Zoe had fewer of the traditional female tools of seduction: her breasts were small, her figure less than hourglass, and her teeth somewhat crooked due to refusing to pay local prices for braces (she planned to someday have them done in her native China at "a third the cost" as she so loved to tell anyone who'd listen).
But she knew that the temptations of men were hardly limited to tradition, and used the tools she had to prove this. The tight halter top she wore wrapped sleevelessly around her neck, revealing a canvas of astonishingly soft, almond skin draping her collarbones. She had very long nipples, something you knew due primarily to her lack of ever wearing a bra, but also due to a very arousing video she had recently posted after attending a rave.
Within it, she had permitted a large group of men to strip her topless and take turns fondling her breasts (
these
men clearly didn't mind their petite size) and nipples. She'd hinted that far more had happened, but unfortunately for your masturbation habits, that part had not been included in the video.
And that was, ultimately, what Zoe wanted most: to be roughly used by as many people as possible as frequently as possible. To feel a hard cock thrust and release in her, followed by a brief respite before another was roughly shoved in. She wanted her hair pulled, her body bruised and scratched, her face covered in grass and dirt and semen.
Zoe would let anyone and anything fuck her so long as she was held down for it.
"I don't know how to start," you replied awkwardly. You wondered if Sasha had told her girlfriends that you were a virgin; probably not, you decided, as she would consider that confidential. You figured the others had simply guessed on their own.
Zoe leaned in close to reply, her hot breath rolling over your ear. Her sheer, long dress flowed seductively when she moved; it wasn't a typical skirt for clubbing, but it revealed the thick, strong legs she so loved to convince the boys to bite. And--probably more importantly to her--down below she had continued her prohibition on undergarments, teasing a smoothly waxed reward for any man who took the time to roll up the long skirt. It probably inhibited her dancing, but Zoe didn't care. You figured in her mind, the less in control, the better.
"The best way to start," she replied, shoving a glass into your hand, "is with alcohol."
You gulped down the whole thing automatically, the hot liquor burning your throat and causing you to cough. Zoe laughed, slapping you on the back and wandering away, leaving you alone with your anxiety. Your eyes darted around, looking for somewhere more comfortable to lean. Choosing a spot furthest from anything exciting, you watched Sasha and her friends entertain themselves.
Sasha herself was on the dance floor, swaying her body perfectly in time with the music. When the beat slowed, she too slowed, running her hands down her bare stomach, down between her legs, down the center of her skirt. This display caught the eye of a short, strongly built man that danced surprisingly well, this in return catching Sasha's eye. He slid up behind her, his hand reaching around to press her hand into the skirt's fabric and onto her pubic mound.
You felt yourself become even more aroused by this display, wishing the man would flip Sasha's skirt up to expose her ass, wishing he'd tear off her panties and thrust his cock in her. You yearned to see Sasha moan in surprise, pain and pleasure as she was dominated right there on the dance floor, as you imagined so often while fucking yourself.
Zoe had migrated now to a dark corner, like you, but unlike you, had quickly managed to surround herself with expectant suitors. She leaned against the wall, the red lights revealing everything beneath her transparent dress. The men around her were moving slowly to the music, their cocks no doubt rock hard watching her tease. Zoe had placed one hand on her breast, playing with the hard nipple beneath the fabric, and the other hand between her legs, rubbing in slow circles. She enjoyed this game, seeing how long the men could hold out, how wet she could become, before throwing the gates open. You wondered how she'd look when it was all said and done, delicate dress torn, cum leaking from her pussy, her body still gyrating in satisfaction, eyes closed, mouth in a dreamy smile.
The alcohol was beginning to prompt you in directions you'd never go yourself; you unbuttoned your pants to let your filled boxers pop free, and were just about to slide your hand under them when another of Sasha's friends approached.
"I watch Zoe too, sometimes." Cassandra said, apparently noticing only your gaze and not your hands. She gave you another drink. "She is so beautiful. You should have come to the bonfire, she danced nude, it was divine."
You didn't remember Cassandra inviting you to a bonfire, but it was exactly the kind of thing she would do. Tall and lanky, with a slightly stooped posture, the outfit she wore was made of a silky moon-and-stars fabric, giving her a witch-like appearance. This was by design, you assumed, as it fit her theme: Cassandra loved herbalism, astrology, tarot cards, and anything else that probably didn't actually work. You weren't sure how she reconciled these things with the medical degree she was pursuing, but she was too sweet and kind for you to ever ask and risk being insulting.
Unlike Sasha and Zoe, who lustily pursued sexual excitement, Cassandra treated sex as a holistic, ongoing activity, and loved to talk about it. She had told you of her love for exhibitionism, how she would go on remote hikes and masturbate for hours in the wilderness, waiting to be found. In her mind, the human body was a work of art; not a static sculpture, but a theatrical piece to be performed.
When voyeurs would arrive, she would invite them to join: men, women, or anything in between--Cassandra's sexual transcendence had little interest in gender. She would sometimes offer her body to arrivals, using her erotic tarot deck to determine how they were permitted to use her (or her, them; Cassandra had told you once of a time when the cards asked for the man before her to be fucked, and so she had promptly attached her strap-on and thrust it deep into him. You had found this far more arousing than you had expected).
Once all parties had had their fill of pleasure, Cassandra would pour wine for her guests, journal their experiences and go about her way. Sometimes she would request a lock of hair, or take a sketch of their cock to stick into her journal alongside the writings.
While Cassandra was extremely bizarre, you found her far more arousing than strange, and so gladly welcomed her company, especially when she would read from her diary.
You'd give anything to stumble upon her during one of her adventures in nature, but she kept her schedule strictly secret to ensure any meetings were serendipitous. In reality, this didn't bother you too much, as even if you had been invited, you doubt you'd feel confident enough to partake.
Nightclubs weren't really her atmosphere for finding sex, but you suspected she enjoyed observing others almost as much as actually taking part. "Have you yet encountered any objects of passion?" she asked, looking around. You hesitated, and then gestured at the shortstack (Grace, you remembered) and her redhead friend across the dance floor.
"Which one?" Cassandra asked. "Or both?" she continued, before you could answer. You nodded, somewhat sheepishly, but at least with Cassandra you felt comfortable enough to admit it.
Cassandra looked across at them. "I don't know the voluptuous one, but the redhead--Victoria--I met once on a hike."
"Really?" you said in surprise, while simultaneously forever committing the goddess' name to memory.
Victoria
.
"Yes, at the Northern Falls Peak, last summer. I started the hike at the far end--it takes all morning from there to get to the Peak, from 4AM--so I figured I'd be too exhausted if I met anyone. I forgot that when I saw Victoria." She bit her lip in memory. "She found my tarot rituals intriguing, and especially so when they called for me to be the receiving partner..."
You had absent-mindedly begun to rub the head of your cock; you felt Cassandra noticed, and normally this would have filled you with anxiety, but the alcohol seemed to convince you that she didn't mind (and perhaps even enjoyed...?).
"In any case, she's an excellent kisser. You would be very lucky to have a chance to experience her tonight."
"Just kissing, is that all you did?"
"I don't actually quite recall," Cassandra said facetiously, frowning as if to drive her memory. She then caught your eye with a devilish smirk that filled you with a wave of foreboding.
"Why don't we see if
she
remembers?"
And before you could do anything, her long fingers locked around your wrist to pull you across the floor towards your two muses.
Victoria, the redhead, lit up when she recognized Cassandra, giving her a warm hug. You wondered again how it would have been to watch the two make love...the strong Victoria, thick strap-on attached, Cassandra on her back. You liked that quite a lot, Cassandra's freckled body visible on display, her beautiful pale tits bouncing with each thrust...
"Cassandra tells me you're curious about our encounter in the wilderness...one I think I remember
quite
vividly..."
Shook from your fantasies, you realized with a jump that Cassandra had been speaking for you. You opened your mouth to reply with something--anything--before being interrupted by Grace.
"I
warned
you about pant sizing," she quipped, pointing at your still-opened button. Feeling silly, you quickly did it up, but Victoria shrugged in response.
"From the way you reacted in the line-up, I figured you wanted to fuck us; were you planning on doing that with your pants on?"
"I think he'll need some instruction in technique," Cassandra remarked as she took a drink, her giggles inadvertently blowing bubbles.
Victoria walked towards you, bending over in seduction to put her face to yours, your body trembling in fear and anticipation. "I've brought many first-timers up to speed," she said. "And enrolment in today's class comes at a very low price..."
"What?"
She licked her lips, much as a serpent would surveying its prey. "Obedience."
You nodded, not entirely sure how far that would be taken.
"To your original question, as to the specifics of how Cassandra and I made love..." She ran her hands down your chest while talking. "
This
may clarify things..." she said, grasping your hand and sliding it under her skirt, to feel--
--something large and thick, tremoring at your curious touch. You gasped in surprise.
"Did you still want to learn?" she asked, now as a whisper in your ear. Her proximity overwhelmed you, the scent of her heavy perfume intoxicating your mind, dulling senses other than lust.
"Yes."
Perhaps even moreso...?
She took your other hand now and turned to guide you away. She motioned to Grace and Cassandra, who followed her down a dingy hall beside the bar, past the washrooms (you caught a glimpse of Zoe in the washroom room, naked and on her knees on the dirty floor, encircled by ejaculating men).
Up a flight of wooden stairs she led you and down another hallway. Only the bass of the music could now be dimly heard through the floor. Victoria then stopped at a closed door, bright light coming out from its cracks. You could hear the sounds of moans behind the door, but Victoria pushed it open, apparently unconcerned about privacy.
Within you found a room adorned with incandescent light bulbs and full of mirrors covering peeling yellow paint. You thought it was the kind of place old-timey showgirls would have used to prepare for a burlesque, your mind still clearly dominated by thoughts of the female figure.
In the center of the room was a large, heart shaped bed covered in red velvet, and atop the bed two people wrapped together: a burly man with a thick belly lying on his back, and a chubby woman with very short, curly hair riding atop him. She was more singing than moaning, her voice hitting and higher notes as she rolled back and forth on the man's cock. Her hands were tightly gripped around her tits, massaging and squeezing them fiercely. She caught sight of the four of you and laughed in pleasure.
"Oh, Victoria, join in!" She moaned happily. You found it highly arousing the way the fat on her waist rippled with each thrust, and began to yearn that you, too, could be inside her.
"Already taken tonight," Victoria replied, her eyes flicking towards you.
"Too bad," the woman replied, stopping her riding. "I
really
needed someone
bigger
..."
The man below her grunted, slapping her ass hard in retaliation. She cried out even louder in pleasure, raising her lush rear upwards to allow the man to thrust from below. He pounded into her and she screamed in response, eyes now closed, hands grasping the velvet bed.
You watched with a burning desire for what seemed like minutes, until the man grunted loudly as if in extreme pain, his body tensed, before relaxation spread across the entire bed. The woman rolled off him, running her fingers through her hair. "It's all yours," she breathed out, putting on a pair of white thick-rimmed glasses that had been resting on the table. The man too left the bed, his erect cock slowly softening, the remaining semen dripping out.
"Thank you, Lila," Victoria said, blowing her a kiss.
"And what are you planning to do in here?" the rubenesque called Lila asked, retrieving some lacy black lingerie from the floor.
"Teaching." Victoria said.
"Oh!" Lila replied, her excited eyes falling on you. "I'd love to help instruct a neophyte."
"And I think he'd enjoy your instruction," Victoria replied, seeing the open-mouthed stare you quickly tried to hide. "But too many cooks in the kitchen, and all that."
Lila was now fully dressed in a juxtaposition of an outfit: a men's shirt fully buttoned up to hide her breasts, while only sparse fishnets covered her legs. She and her consort then left the room, with Cassandra following. "Too many cooks," she echoed, giving you a wink.
Victoria then locked the door with a
click
and turned to you, her stare filling you with butterflies. "Your instruction begins now." You nodded in response, suddenly feeling on center stage now that the others had departed.
"You want Grace badly, don't you?"
Your throat was dry with nerves. "I do," you whispered.
"Tell her why," Victoria commanded.
But by now the alcohol had fully worn off, and your nerves were failing. You stammered out something inaudible, mouthing soundless words like an awkward goldfish.
Victoria strode over to you, one foot in front of the other as a model on a catwalk would, her leather heels clopping against the wooden floor. Not only was she taller in heels, you realized, but she might also be taller out of them.
"Failing to answer my questions--or answer them
well
--will result in
punishment
.
"
She tore down your constricting beige pants, letting them fall to adorn your ankles. "Is this acceptable?"
You stood there, flooded with anxiety, with only your tight boxers left as protection. "Yes", you replied.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Victoria." In spite of your trembling, you enjoyed the way her name sounded. In fact, were you enjoying quite a lot of this...?
"Now, why do you want to fuck her?"
"Your body is beautiful," you blurted out Grace, who quivered in response.
Victoria tilted her head at you. "Is it just her body, then?"
"No," you said quickly. "It started when we were in the line, when..." You felt embarrassed to admit how aroused you had felt when she teased you, how thick your cock had become at the attention of such a sexually full and forward woman, how you wanted nothing more than to strip down and rub yourself off to ecstasy.
But you felt too reserved to say this, and so--
SMACK
.
Victoria's hand retracted from your ass. "I
did
warn you," she said, almost apologetically. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes." Without hesitation, this time.
You
were
learning,
you thought.
"Is that it, then? Did Grace's teasing arouse you, leave you hoping for further abuse, that might leave more of a mark...?"
"Yes!" Grace put a hand to her mouth to cover a mock-gasp.
"Did you want to cum in her?" Victoria asked.
"Yes. Or on her tits, or her face--"
"I like it down my throat," Grace said mischievously. She had sat down now in one of the chairs, and was running her fingers over the crotch of her pants.
"Very good," approved Victoria. "This was your first lesson--if you want to fuck a woman, make sure you can tell her why."
"Next lesson," she continued. "If you want to see
hers
, you'll have to show
yours
."
At this, your cock immediately transferred some blood northward to fill your face. You knew, of course, that sex would require this, but--
"Why so shy?" asked Grace. "Never let anyone see it?"
So many reasons, and no, never. What if it wasn't long enough, or thick enough? You'd measured, of course, as any inexperienced man would, believing that those dimensions would be the delimiter between bringing a woman to ecstasy or sending her to boredom. It was apparently average, but who could trust the statistics? And was it acceptable to be uncut? You'd heard Zoe mention her love of circumcised cocks, but then again she'd never said she
didn't
like--
"Do you need more encouragement...?" Victoria asked with a glint in her eye.
You imagined their laughter--no doubt coupled with some sarcastic remark from Grace--before they dismissed you from the room as inadequate, unimpressive, a waste of effort...
In a moment of courage, you quickly dropped your boxers to let your erection finally springing free. You braced yourself and waited for the scathing responses...
That didn't come. "What an enticing bend it has," Grace said, adjusting her glasses and drawing the shape in the air.
You reached down to hold it, stroking slightly. Was doing this...attractive, at all? Would they enjoy it? You enjoyed it, but it felt awkward, displaying yourself like this...or...?
"
Very
good boy," said Victoria, still standing behind you. "But time for that later," she finished, removing your hand. She gestured to your remaining clothes. "The rest comes off."
This time, you hesitated far less, unlacing shoes, removing your belt, shirt buttons...you didn't feel it was a particularly sensuous display...but you also felt a desire for it, a desire to stand nude before these two clothed women, as you now did.
Grace blew you a kiss, and your heart raced. You realized that in front of her, you were no longer afraid of being naked; In front of her, you never again wanted to be wearing clothes.
"Do you want to fuck her?" Victoria asked.
"Yes."
"You want to toss her on that bed, strip off her clothes, take that erection and relieve your tension in her body?"
"Yes." That was exactly what you wanted to do, to finally fill someone, her legs wrapped around your waist. You wanted your hot cum to pump into into a woman's body rather than harmlessly landing onto your stomach, as it had done so many times before in bathrooms and under bedsheets.
"Well, you can't," Victoria stated flatly, leaning in close to your face, her hot breath on yours, her red hair in your eyes.
"Until I fuck you."
Down onto your knees she shoved you, at last sliding off her skirt. Under it was revealed her cock, larger than yours, thicker than yours, barely contained by her panties. She snapped them aside to her thigh, setting her womanhood free. "You've wanted what's under here all night," she said. "It's yours."
It felt good--
great
--in your hand, not yet fully erect, but thick, tanned and smooth. You grasped it, sliding back and forth, no different from the thousand times you'd played with your own. You instinctively reached up to pressure the soft area beneath her balls, kissing and licking anything within reach.
"Good boy," Victoria groaned, and you knew that she too had been waiting all night for release. You looked up at her, seeing her beautiful body from below. Your mind was running in both neutral and overdrive, your thoughts empty but full of focus on her body, her cock, in your hands, in your mouth...?
It was now Victoria's turn to gasp in surprise, and then pleasure. Her shaft slithered down your throat, your lips rubbing along it to activate every nerve ending.
"
Very
good boy." Victoria moaned, turning to Grace. "I think he deserves a reward...?"
Grace nodded, her mouth slightly open in anticipation of displaying her body to one who wanted it so badly. She easily slid her top down, popping out her breasts. They were smaller than the tight top had made them out to be, and were not particularly perky, sagging slightly. Her areolas covered much of their surface area, while the nipples themselves were quite petite.
They were beautiful. You wanted to keep seeing her strip, but even more you wanted to keep pleasing Victoria, Victoria your teacher, your goddess.
"Are you my little slut?" she asked. You nodded.
"Are you my little fucktoy?" she asked. You nodded.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want your cock in my ass, your hot cum in me." At this Grace laughed, but you knew your submission turned her on from the way Grace's hands were absent-mindedly travelling across her own chest. "Go easy on him," she suggested, this time with tenderness. Somewhere in the depths of your cock-hungry mind, you realized that you quite liked Grace.
Victoria lifted you up and pushed you onto the bed face-up. She stripped off her top; the sight of her bolted-on breasts flushed your loins, and you grasped your cock to masturbate in release. She was so strong, so dominant, so deserving to take your body and use it as she pleased. Victoria slapped your hand away.
"Not your turn, little boy." You loved it, and reached down to touch yourself again. This time she growled and twisted you over, running her strong hands up your body, clasping your neck. You instinctively arched your back, feeling Victoria's fingers explore around your ass, feeling the lube at the ends of them enter you.
You wondered how she would feel, how tight it would be. You remembered again Cassandra's story of pegging the man out in the wilderness. It had been his first time, too, and he had been nervous when Cassandra revealed the results of her tarot reading. To reassure him, Cassandra had dropped her skirt, thrusting the strap-on's dildo into her own ass; her resulting expressions and sounds of pleasure apparently being more than enough to convince the man of the rightness of the tarot cards.
You looked at Victoria with anticipation, not believing this was happening, not believing that only a few hours ago she was teasing you about your nerves.
Those nerves were different now, fluttering rather than paralyzing, tingles rather than shakes. Victoria pressed her hips against your raised ass, running her rigid cock over the gap between your cheeks. You realized you would no longer be a virgin now, your body conquered and taken. The knowledge that it was being done to you by this chiseled aphrodite of lust drove you to press your face deeper into the pillow, ass higher into the air.
"Do you want this...?"
"Please," you implored.
Victoria's hands squeezed your cheeks. "I can't hear you."
"Fuck me
.
"
She turned to Grace, who rolled her eyes with a smile.
"
Fuck me!
" you yelled, this time loudly enough for the whole building to hear (did you want that...?).
In an instant, she thrust her cock into you--the stretching sensation at first causing pain, like a deep massage into an especially sore area. But as quickly and intensely as the pain came, it receded, leaving only the satisfaction of being filled.
You pressed against her in natural rhythm, your dancing skills much improved. You again thought about Cassandra, now understanding how she had felt when Victoria had found her on the hike, how she had felt when Victoria revealed what was between her legs...
Deeper Victoria pounded into you, her cock becoming harder. She whispered encouragement, wrapping her strong hands around your waist. Saying that you were a whore, a cumslut. You knew now how Zoe felt, and wished there were a dozen Victorias surrounding you, slapping you, fucking your every hole to leave you in that room covered in cum. You knew Victoria loved this, loved training your virgin ass, loved knowing you worshipped her body...
Grace caught your eye, and this time you didn't look away, holding her gaze, feeling a sudden connection as you realize that she, too, had been in this position before. She had been bent over by Victoria, had been the one waiting in anticipation for her holes to be filled for the first time. Your mind now overflowed with curiosity about a virginal Grace, wondering what fantasies she'd satisfied with shampoo bottles and cucumbers. What insecurities she'd had about her body; so curvy, petite and full to you, to her perhaps weighty, unworthy, squat.
She too had gone on the journey that you were now on, but was much further along, her sexual power embraced. As if in demonstration to your thoughts, she clung to your locked eyes, drawing energy from your unbroken stare to give you a show. Her breasts remained exposed from her earlier strip, and with one hand she now played with them, twisting and pinching her small nipples. The other hand she had slid under her tight pants, the contours of the leather revealing the furious dance of her fingers. That she was doing this for you, specifically for you, aroused you more than anything else that night.
You felt Victoria's thrusts slow; she had paused for a moment to let you breathe, before flipping you over onto your back, inserting herself again. You were prepared now for the pain, and you wonder why you anticipated and reveled in it so. Speeding up again now, Victoria bent over to kiss you, to bite your ears, neck, anywhere vulnerable, exposed.
Faster and harder Victoria went, her face screwed up, muscles tightening and flexing with each action. She was incredible--not in a thousand hours of dreams and fantasies could you have imagined a woman so gorgeous. In her beauty and sensuality, she was everything you wanted in a woman. And in her strength and command, you realized she was everything you wanted to be as a man.
"You're beautiful," you told her, flexing your ass to coax her cock deeper. She smiled and ran a hand up your body, clasping it hard around your neck.
"You're a goddess," you told her, moaning to give her pleasure. Her other hand grasped your balls, massaging the tender skin just below them. Never before had you felt so in service to another, to have so given your body away, never wanting it back.
"I love you," you said, knowing how ridiculous it sounded, how silly you might feel later, but in the raw moment of passion, you feel a need to somehow express your feelings.
At last she came, bending over to grasp you while she moaned, groaned and grunted, her cock erupting hot inside you, filling you up. She pulled it out, a stream of cum trailing behind that she collected with her hand to spread across your chest. You felt relaxed, claimed, safe.
After what felt like an eternity, you opened your eyes to remember where you were, who you were with. Victoria had gotten off the bed, returning to her clothes, her cock softening. "He's all yours," she said to Grace. "Though the bar is quite high, since he
loves
me..."
Grace was standing there in anticipation, breasts still exposed by the tube top now dropped to her waist, her dark hair in beautiful conflict with the pale skin. She smiled at you, this time full of warmth, and you knew that the connection during your shared gaze had been mutual.
She turned around playfully, sliding the leather top down around her ankles, the action revealing surprisingly defined muscles across her back. You briefly wondered what kind of pursuits led to that muscle definition, that thought driven from your mind by a quick wink from Grace. She now removed her constricting leather pants, turning again to reveal her full naked form.
You drank her in with your eyes, especially drawn to the thick forest of dark hair obscuring her pussy, precluding exploration by any senses other than touch, smell, taste.
Onto the velvet bed she climbed, laying on her back, inviting you to straddle her. In spite of all that you had experienced tonight,
this
was what you were waiting for. So often you'd had dreams like this, a beautiful, curvy woman laying before you, pussy dripping wet, nipples hard and perked up, tits laying flat and idle, waiting for your thrusts to jiggle into action...
...only to always wake up at the moment of insertion, right before the feeling of tightness and warmth you longed for.
"
Take me,"
Grace whispered into your ear. You grasped your cock, still hard after hours of arousal, balls groaning sorely under the weight of the blood flowing through them all night, the torturous edging to which they'd been subjected to. It twitched in your hand, the head already covered in a thin layer of cum, a familiar scene after awaking from your erotic dreams.
You were about to insert yourself in her before sheepishly realizing you didn't quite know
where
it went. Grace had closed her eyes in waiting, completely ignorant to your latest dilemma. Feeling a need to act, you pressed your cock downwards towards her vagina, feeling embarrassed as it harmlessly deflected off the skin and hair.
"Ow," Grace said, opening one eye in confusion, then letting out a stream of giggles as she realized your situation. "Need a map?"
Your face burned, and you quickly tried to regain control of the situation, lining up for another clumsy attempt--
--which thankfully was not necessary, as Grace took your shaft with her soft hands, guiding it above her pubic. "Place it over the vagina," she said patiently, now releasing her hands. "And then slide it downwards..."
And so you did, descending it over the wet hair, the lubricated skin, and then--
You gasped as it entered her, every inch of you from groin to toes to fingers jolting from an electric shock that paralyzed your heart and stunned your brain. It was a compartment made specifically for you, cast and moulded to the exact shape of your member, constricting tightly like the cuff of a blood pressure test. Your cock began to writhe as if with a mind of its own, glorifying in the warm and loving blanket in which it'd been wrapped, throbbing and--
--and then it was over.
Enormous loads of milky fluid continuously spilled from the over-aroused cock between Grace's legs, in time with her stomach-shaking laughter. You withdrew your quickly deflating penis, semen still leaking from the tip. Mortification gripped you, and you wondered if the whole night had been for nothing.
"Was my performance...disappointing?" you asked fearfully, not meeting her eyes.
"Definitely." Grace said, wiping the tears of hilarity from her eyes, and your heart sank. But then her laughter stopped, and her lips were again placed next to your ear to whisper in a low, alluring voice.
"
We'll have to do better
next
time
.
"
|
[
"dominant",
"trans",
"virgin",
"domme",
"teaching",
"male",
"femdomme"
] |
White Peach Summer Ch. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/white-peach-summer-ch-02
| 4.35 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
They ate dinner in the main room of the house. Aunt Yumiko had tried to get Yoshio to stay, but the old man was stubborn.
"I don't eat after the sun goes down. I've lived this long, haven't I?" the Village Head had laughed. "Let the young man have my share. Young men need to eat well, don't they?"
Takeru bowed. "Thank you again for the ride, sir."
"I'll have some work for you later. You can pay me that way," Yoshio grunted, shuffling toward the door. "Maybe you can earn a ride back home," he added, waggling an eyebrow.
Too surprised to argue, Takeru bowed again.
Yumiko emerged carrying plates and Takeru sprang to his feet to help her. She pulled away, her eyes widening as he tried to take the dishes from her hands.
"Let me help! Please, Aunt Yumiko."
She hesitated, her eyebrows narrowing, but her grasp gradually loosened. He set the dish on the table and she hurried to the kitchen for more. When they were finished, plates and bowls covered the table, every inch of it filled with food.
"Is Uncle joining us?" Takeru asked.
The girls grew silent.
"Your uncle is very busy with work," Yumiko said, inclining her head.
The lines in Hana's scowl deepened and he didn't push it any further.
Instead, he focused on the feast: Grilled fish, stir-fried pork with bell peppers, miso soup, and endless side dishes crowded the table, all begging to be eaten. The conversation fell away and Takeru leaned forward and lost himself in the food.
"So, that's why you're so big," Hana muttered
Takeru looked up, wiping the rice from his lips. He found his family ogling him, their own food entirely untouched.
He jumped up straighter, setting his chopsticks aside. "I -I'm sorry! I-"
"It's fine," Yumiko whispered, dipping her head. "Your parents were very generous. They sent extra to make sure you eat well. I promised I would see to it."
Takeru blushed. "I just haven't had much to eat today. The train ride..."
Miu's mouth was hanging open.
"How long have you been watching me?" he asked.
"She hasn't taken her eyes off you since you got here," Hana said. "You can ignore her. I always do."
Miu nodded silently.
"I'll... try to eat more slowly from now on," Takeru said. "It's very good, Aunt Yumiko. Thank you for doing all of this."
She nodded again, her face blank.
"It's really nice to be here, and to have a meal like this. I haven't eaten anything but takeout and ramen in..." He trailed off. He had a vague memory of a friend's mother making lunch for him once.
"Well, there's none of that here," Hana cut in. "The store here doesn't have anything. It's everyone for themselves."
"Mom's a great cook," Miu added.
"What about all the restaurants in town?" Takeru asked. "I remember Grandfather always took me to that eel place on the water. We went there all the time."
Yumiko nodded. "The owners passed away. He was sorry to see it go."
"And no one else moved in? What about all the other shops? All the stores?"
Miu hopped in her seat, eager to share. "Dad ran one! It was-"
"He turned it into a theme restaurant," Hana said flatly.
Yumiko nodded. "It was a very popular trend at the time."
"Not here," Hana groaned, rolling her eyes. "Even when it was the last restaurant left, no one wanted it."
Takeru sipped his tea, his eyes jumping between them as they argued. He hadn't heard about the restaurant, but he knew his uncle owned a bar now. His grandfather had built it with his friends forever ago. And, when his uncle got injured and couldn't work in the fields anymore, the bar became his. From some of the comments his father had made, Takeru gathered the business wasn't doing well.
"So, what else has changed around here?"
"The storm was quite bad last year," Yumiko replied.
It seemed an understatement. From what he'd heard, the whole port was destroyed, and a dozen homes along with it.
"The Suzukis left for the city. And the Satos, Kobayashis..."
"And the rest died," Hana added, shrugging.
Takeru laughed nervously, thinking it was a joke, but his aunt nodded along.
"Wait, really?"
"There are..." Yumiko paused, counting silently. "Forty-one of us now. Forty-two," she corrected, turning her palm toward him.
"Who's working all the fields? Or the farm?" Takeru asked, his voice growing sharper.
"Everyone who's too old to leave," Hana sighed. "And no one is working Grandpa's farm anymore."
Takeru slumped in his seat. Growing up, half his summers had been spent in Mikanagi. His parents worked on their doctorates while he and Hana had followed their grandfather around the village. His grandfather had been the Village Head in those days.
No one had anything to say after that, and they finished the meal in a heavy silence.
Takeru finished first, but he picked at the dishes while waiting for the others. When Yumiko set down her chopsticks, Takeru rose to clear the table.
He was aware of his aunt watching him. There was a crease in her forehead when he turned to look at her. She didn't seem truly startled until he turned on the faucet.
"Your mother will never forgive me!" she gasped, nudging him out of the way with her hip.
He pushed her back with his own. "My mother would never forgive me if I didn't help. I wouldn't be able to face her again."
Yumiko groaned, her fingers dancing anxiously around, likely thinking for a new way to stop him.
"I'll be very careful," Takeru assured her. "Why don't you sit down? Maybe tomorrow, you can show me how to cook too? You know, I never get a chance at home. We don't even have a proper stove."
Yumiko stepped away cautiously, biting her lips, hardly seeming to hear him. Takeru washed carefully, sensing her eyes on him for every moment of it. He moved on to drying the dishes, glancing over at the other room as he worked. His cousins were each deep in a book on the couch.
"Is there still... a school?" he whispered to his aunt.
Yumiko blinked at him, seeming confused. "Of course there's a school. Mrs. Gima is the teacher. She used to work in the city, too. Miu goes to her home now for lessons. Miu wants to be a teacher herself now, too."
"And how old is Mrs. Gima?"
"Ninety-two," Yumiko replied. She reached for the dishes once more and Takeru gently brushed her aside. "But she's very good," his aunt went on. "She says the girls are very smart for their age."
"But Hana isn't..."
His aunt sighed, shaking her head.
For as long as he could remember, Hana had been determined to go to school in Tokyo. She had talked about it endlessly: getting a room in the city, making Takeru promise to show her all the sites and restaurants. It was the dream she had lived for. She was counting down the days.
But when the time had come, Hana changed her mind. She wasn't going to college. And then she cut everyone out, including him. No one would tell him why, or what she planned to do instead. Everyone took it for granted that she was done with school forever.
But now here she was, sitting quietly beside her sister, her nose buried in a college-level textbook.
"What else can I help with?" Takeru asked, finishing off the last of the plates.
"Nothing!" His aunt said, tugging him away from the sink.
She tried to push him out toward the hall. "Go take a bath! You're exhausted!" When she couldn't budge him, she grabbed for his ear instead. He flinched out of her grip and she chased him toward the back of the house, into the laundry room, and through the door behind it. A large bath was waiting inside. She had herded him right into it.
To his surprise, and a bit of horror, she leaned in and turned the faucet on, her long hair falling free as she stretched for the tap.
"There are towels-"
As she leaned over the tub to plug the drain, the white fabric of her skirt pulled up around the curves of her. It stretched sheer enough to make out the brighter white panties underneath. Her hips drifted smoothly back and forth before him as she worked to plug the hole.
Whatever else she said was lost. Takeru's mouth went dry. He was too shocked to look away.
She turned and her eyelashes flickered at him, "Aren't you?"
He leaped back a step, his hands dropping to cover his lap. "Yes. I can get it from here. Thank you!"
Her eyes narrowed. She turned and adjusted the temperature. Her thighs parted as she moved. A heavy curve emerged between them.
"Men forget," his aunt went on. "They go to bed dirty and they get in their sheets. Then they're dirty every night after that. You should be washing off while it fills. Now the water will get cold by the time you're done." She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Takeru held his breath as she turned. It seemed she might leap up and scrub him down herself.
Sighing, she swept to her feet. But she didn't leave, and the room felt far too cramped with her standing there beside him.
"I'll manage, I promise," he pleaded.
"And you'll scrub properly hard?"
He nodded. He nostrils flared, but she handed him the brush, and stepped out of the room.
Takeru breathed out a slow, silent breath. He was alone, finally. Alone with the sound of the running water. He turned away from the door, stripping as quickly as he could, his erection jutting against his shorts. He grabbed the shower hose in a panic, blasting himself with an icy spray as the bath filled beside him. Little by little, the pressure died to a dull throb and his his head began to clear.
He slipped into the water, his skin now glowing pink. It was a small tub, and his legs and shoulders stuck halfway out of it. He melted into it all the same. As he reached for the faucet, to turn it off, his cock was there, swollen and red again, bobbing along the surface.
Another noise grew in the silence, the murmur of his cousins' voices, arguing over some song. He could hear his aunt humming from the other room beside them. The hum of the warming rice maker.
At home, his parents were rarely around in the evening. There was a lock on every door, and thick walls. Privacy was never something he had to struggle over. He had never needed to delay his... gratification.
His cock lurched beneath the water impatiently. The sound of his family's voices seemed to grow louder. The walls were thin enough, he could almost hear them breathing.
Takeru shook his head, trying to clear it. Sighing, he closed his eyes, willing his body to relax.
They flashed open again. It wasn't working. The air was too humid. It was too stuffy in here to breathe. Glancing around, he found a small window near the ceiling. He stood and pulled, but the latch didn't budge.
Putting a foot on the ledge, he gripped the handle with both hands and twisted hard. It creaked, the handle bending slightly, but didn't open.
He braced himself and pulled hard, the muscles of his arms swelling taut. With a grunt, he yanked again. Movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention away just as it began to open. Hana stood in the doorway, holding more towels. Her gaze flashed along his body. His hands instinctively shot out, pulling a washcloth over his lap.
"Mom thought you might want these," she said impassively, setting the pile beside the door.
Before he could speak, she turned to leave.
And she stopped again, her hand against the door.
"And I think you need a bigger washcloth, cousin."
A flicker of a smile crossed her face. She pulled the door open and slipped right through it.
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"japan",
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"harem",
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Submissive Work Wife
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/submissive-work-wife
| 4.45 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
From the first time I laid eyes on Nikki, I wanted her. She was a stunner (and still is). Everything about her drew me like a magnet or more accurately, like a moth to a flane. Just her scent as she passed would cause my cock to stir.
Nikki is about 5'7", slender with beautiful long black hair. As I later discovered, she is a lot Cherokee. She has what the French describe as perfect breasts-perky and each would fill a champagne glass perfectly. As if that wasn't enough, her back view is even better. That ass! She usually wears tight, stretchy pants that highlight her taut ass. I love watching her narrow hips and nicely rounded cheeks just begging to be mounted doggy style.
Even though I am somewhat older, Nikki and I hit it off from the start. Over a period of time, I intentuonally steered our conversations more and more toward risque topics. Late one evening, Nikki came into my office to ask me something. She took a seat on a small "pleather" stool, the only extra seat in the office. Her top was unbuttoned lower than usual. Since she was sitting on the stool, she was lower than me. When she leaned toward me to talk, my elevated position afforded me a nice view of her sexy bra.
During one of my voyeuristic spying moments my gaze lingered too long. As my eyes came back up, Nikki locked eyes with me and grinned. Then she said meekly, "like what you see?" Her tone carried a hint of fear and with a touch of longing.
I was straight up busted. I laughed and replied, "well, I couldn't see much. That damn bra was in the way." I looked at her and saw something in her eyes--something pleading. I threw caution to the wind and said somewhat firmly, "Would you take it off?" There was a moment of silence and I wondered if a call from human resources was imminent.
Nikki smiled shyly and quietly said, "really? Would you really want to see me?"
I quickly responded "most definitely! I have wanted to see for months now."
Nervously, Nikki began unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. When all the buttons were undone, she unclasped her bra and wriggled out of it. Her breasts were even better than I expected. After they were free of the bra's support, gravity had little effect. Her dark little nipples pointed straight at me like two little hard-ons needing to be sucked. I exclaimed, "damn, your breasts are amazing!"
Nikki smiled demurely and said "you think so?" while saying this, she subconsciously cupped her tits and lightly grazed her hard nipples. Her neck and chest were flushed a deep rosy red. I knew she was getting turned on.
With her obvious state of arousal I pushed for more. "It would be super hot if you played with your nipples for me," I challenged her.
Again she responded with "really?" I simply nodded. Nikki pinched and tweaked her nipples. Then she wet her fingers and lightly fondled them using the spit as lubricant. My cock grew harder and I rubbed it through my pants with my hand. Seeing this, Nikki asked "am I making you hard?"
I chuckled and said, "I have been hard since you started unbuttoning your top." I realized Nikki was a little insecure and probably a natural submissive. Feeling emboldened, I continued, "now I want you to take off your slacks so I can see that pussy that has been calling me for weeks."
She dutIfully did as told. She stood and slipped out of her slacks leaving only a sexy white flowered thong. Then she quickly sat back down on the stool placing her hands in front of her honey pot.
I reached over and lifted her chin up forcing her to make eye contact, and in a stern tone said, "You did not finish." She blushed but stood up and peeled off the thong. Again she sat back down with her hands strategically placed.
Surveying the delectable naked beauty before me, I directed her more saying "That is better, now move your hands and open your legs." She did as told but averted her eyes.
Her vagina revealed the secrets I had glimpsed in her eyes. Her labia were deep red and puffy. Each lip splayed open and glistening wet like a freshly misted flower. I licked my lips hungrily and said "Touch yourself for me."
Nikki slid her right hand down her flat belly until her fingertips found her clit. With her left hand she played with nipples. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen!
I encouraged her more saying, "yes, rub that sweet pussy, make yourself cum for me."
I pulled my now rock hard cock out and started stroking it slowly. Nikki stared at it and rubbed her clit faster. With her eyes glued to my dick, she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Her juices were running down her crack and dripping off the stool. She moaned and murmured "oh fuck!" Simultaneously, a gush of her nectar sprayed out of her pussy as she orgasmed. It was the first but not last time I saw a real woman squirt.
I exclaimed, "damn! Get on your knees for me!" Nikki dropped to her knees. I stood up letting my pants fall to the floor with my cock in her face. She did not wait for instruction sucking the head of my cock into her eager mouth. I grabbed her head with both hands and told her, "play with yourself some more!" Then I did something else I had never done: I was literally fucking her mouth.
with my hands holding her head, I began rhythmically pumping my engorged cock in and out of her mouth. On every in stroke I felt her nose in my belly--another first a woman who could take my whole cock. All of a sudden she let out a guttural growl as she burst into another orgasm. I loosened my grip on her and bellowed, "I'm cumming!" not knowing how she felt about cum in her mouth, I tried to pull back but she grabbed both my ass cheeks and pulled me to her taking my entire cock down her throat. I came with three or four powerful spurts as she kept my cock buried in her throat. I could feel her gulping and swallowing hard.
When it was finally finished, I pulled my cock from her mouth and knelt down to her kissing her deeply. Our tongues danced together and I could taste my jizz lingering in her mouth.
After more kissing, I slumped back into my chair. Nikki looked up at me sheepishly and said, "that was the most intense thing I have ever done." Then with her finger, she scooped some spilled cum from her breast and licked it off.
Standing she asked, "may I get dressed?" I smiled and said "yes, but I do have more plans for you. Tomorrow you are not to wear panties or any other under wear--in fact, whenever I see you, you better not have any underwear on ever." She grinned demurely and whispered, "yes sir."
And so began the most intense and torrid relationship of my life. It was some of the most erotic and amazing sex a man could ever fathom.
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"masturbation",
"submissive",
"dominant"
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What She Couldn't Say
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/what-she-couldnt-say
| 4.15 | null |
Loving Wives
|
We've been married twenty years.
Long enough to know each other's coffee orders without asking, long enough to navigate family holidays like a tactical unit, long enough to kiss each other goodnight with eyes closed but hearts wide open. And yet, sometimes, Kimberly still surprises me.
We met in college. She was the kind of quiet that made you lean in. Always composed. Always watching. She never raised her voice, never made a scene, but when she looked at you with those storm-coloured eyes, you felt it for hours.
Her parents were strict, old-fashioned. Discipline and modesty above all. It took months before she even let me see her in shorts. She didn't grow up in a house where you said what you wanted. Especially not in bed.
So I never pushed. I loved her, still do, for everything she is. I was raised by parents who drilled it into me: never pressure, never presume. Treat every woman like a lady. And for years, that's what I did.
But lately, things have shifted.
It started slow. One night, maybe a year ago, we were lying in bed after a long day. I'd been reading; she was watching something on her tablet. Her hand drifted toward mine, rested on my thigh, but didn't move. I looked over. She was biting her lip.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded.
A beat passed.
Then: "John... can I tell you something weird?"
"Always."
Her voice was quiet. "Sometimes I wish you'd just... tell me what to do."
I blinked. "In general? Or...?"
Her cheeks flushed. "In bed."
That was the first time. And it was like a pinhole in a dam. Just that sentence, and suddenly all the things she'd kept behind the gates for years started to trickle through.
She told me she liked the idea of being guided. That it made things easier. That she often knew exactly what she wanted, but the words stuck, refused to pass her lips. That having me take charge was like handing the mic to someone who could speak her body's language fluently.
I'll admit, it took me a while.
Not because I didn't want to. But because it felt backwards. I'd spent two decades worshipping her autonomy. I didn't know how to transition from "my love" to "on your knees" without feeling like a hypocrite.
But she was patient. Encouraging. And one night, about six months ago, I tried.
We were in a chalet. A little boutique place in the mountains at Mount Hotham, wood panelling, heavy blankets, snow falling outside like powdered sugar. It had been a long day of skiing, mulled wine, and laughter. Kimberly had disappeared into the oversized bathroom.
Moments later, she came out wrapped in a white cotton robe. Whether it was fate, the stars aligned, or something Kim had done on purpose, the robe had slipped just enough to reveal the slope of one of breast. Not much. But enough. I caught her watching me see her.
I sat my book down.
"Come here," I said. My voice was low, steady.
Her eyes widened a little, but she came.
I took the belt of her robe and slowly pulled it loose.
"Let it fall."
She let it slide down her arms, the fabric pooling at her feet. And there she was, completely bare, skin flushed from the heat of the bath, nipples already tightening in the cool air. She looked at me, breath held, not in fear, but in anticipation.
"Lie down," I said.
She climbed onto the bed without a word, the weight of her trust sitting quietly in the air between us. I followed, moving slowly, deliberately, until I was straddling her thighs.
I slid my hands up her arms, slow, smooth strokes and gently guided her wrists up, placing them above her head.
"Keep them there and do not move them."
She nodded, biting her lower lip.
I leaned down and kissed her. Not with urgency, but with deep, deliberate affection. One soft kiss. Then another, slower still, just at the corner of her mouth. Her body softened beneath me, breath slowing, melting into the moment.
"Do you trust me?" I whispered.
She nodded again.
"Use your words, Kimberly."
"Yes. I trust you."
"Good."
I trailed kisses down her neck, tasting the faint sweetness of her skin, then along her collarbone. I could feel her trembling already.
"You've been teasing me all day," I murmured against her throat.
"Maybe," she whispered, smiling.
"So tonight, you don't get to choose."
She inhaled, shaky and quiet.
"You don't get to guide my hands. Or rush. Or ask. You just feel. That's all you need to do."
She moaned softly, barely a sound, but full of weight.
I moved to her breasts, dragging my lips across the soft curve of one, exhaling warm air over her nipple before finally taking it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue once, then again, then sucked gently, and she gasped, wrists writhing above her, legs shifting under mine.
I moved to the other breast and gave it the same careful attention, letting her feel my mouth, my breath, my patience.
Then I trailed my hand down the centre of her body with light, teasing strokes across her stomach, down her hip, never quite where she wanted it. She arched slightly.
"Be still," I said, voice gentle but firm.
She relaxed.
"Good girl."
She whimpered with a pure, involuntary reaction.
I let my fingers slip lower, just brushing along her inner thighs, then across her folds. She was soaked. Wet and warm and open. My fingers slid through her easily, and her breath caught in her throat.
"God, you smell incredible," I whispered. "You always do. Sweet. Wild. Mine."
Her hips bucked.
"And your taste..." I lowered my head, lips brushing her belly, then her pelvis. "Kim, your pussy tastes divine."
I let my tongue find her slowly, just one long, flat stroke from bottom to top. Her back arched hard, a broken cry leaving her mouth.
I paused, smiling.
Then I did it again. Slower. Firmer.
Her thighs trembled.
I circled her clit with the flat of my tongue, pressing gently, then flicking. Not fast. Not aggressive. Just enough to make her gasp, whimper, fall apart piece by piece.
I watched her body, every twitch, every shift. Her hands clenched above her head like she was fighting the need to reach down and pull me closer.
"You're doing so well," I said between licks. "You feel how your body reacts to this? Every part of you opens up when you surrender."
I hardened the tip of my tongue and circled it around her clit again, firmer this time. She cried out. A sound caught between a moan and a plea.
I slid one, then two fingers into her, slow, deep, curling just slightly inside, and kept my mouth steady. The rhythm of my tongue, the pressure of my fingers, and my mouth clamped around her pussy and clit, built her up with unstoppable momentum.
"You're so close," I whispered. "I can feel it. Let it happen. This is your night."
Her breath fractured. Her whole body convulsed, tightening and relaxing all at once and all uncontrollable.
Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, deep, desperate sobs of pleasure leaving her lips. Her legs locked around my shoulders. Her hips bucked helplessly. Her entire body arched like a bow, then collapsed into the bed, limp and trembling.
I stayed with her. Letting my tongue slow, kissing her thighs, whispering soft nothings against her skin.
When I crawled up beside her, I guided her wrists gently down, then pulled her into my arms. She melted against my chest, her breath still uneven, her cheeks damp with heat and exertion.
She looked up at me, dazed and smiling.
"You opened up to me tonight," I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face.
"So, this is your night. All of it."
Kim didn't speak. She didn't have to.
She just curled closer, and we stayed like that, wrapped in quiet love and everything she finally didn't need to say.
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Amy Santiago blacked
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/amy-santiago-blacked
| 4 | null |
Fan Fiction & Celebrities
|
Amy sat at her desk, her files stacked in a neat pile, not a single one overhanging the rest, tabs cascading down coherently. She typed quietly, closing out the arrest she had made only that morning with Rosa, a simple B&E of a string of bodega's. She submitted it and sighed and closed down the system to the home page. Boredom lurked on the edge of her mind, she shouldn't acknowledge it, shouldn't allow it any room at all to fester but she knew it was true. She was bored. She needed something more, something exciting, ever since her bet with Jake had come to an end there had been less of a drive to her work performance. Factor in that he was given the exciting opportunity to go undercover which he would not stop talking about since returning, Amy couldn't help but feel overlooked.
"I'm more than capable." She muttered under her breath as she reached forward and grabbed the folder on the top of her open case pile.
She just needed something new, something exciting, something big to showcase her abilities to Captain Holt and his superiors. Why should Jake get all the fun? She frowned as she read through the file, it was a cold case, one that had frustrated her due to not having any recognisable pattern. A series of random arson attempts but there was no rhyme or reason that Amy could see, nothing that connected the targeted buildings. She pinched her nose and rubbed her eyes before closing it, hunched over the desk, defeated only to immediately jump out of her skin and sit up straight at the sound of the deep voice calling from behind her.
"Detective Santiago, a minute please." Captain Holt spoke from his office doorway.
Amy gulped and looked across the desks at Jake who shrugged and smirked and then buried his nose back into his case report. She stood and let out a shaky breath as she glanced around the room for sympathy from someone, anyone, yet only Charles offered a smile, albeit weak and strained. Rosa just stared blankly and nodded while Gina grinned with a sense of glee that only made Amy simmer in annoyance.
"You asked for me, Captain." She said in a neutral tone as she closed the door to his office and moved to stand before the desk.
"Yes." he said simply folding his hands together, his elbows resting on the dark wood between them.
"I have noticed you seem, as the kids would say, down lately, is everything okay, detective?" Captain Holt asked.
"Oh." Amy answered honestly, caught off guard as she felt her eyebrows rise up, "yes, yes I am sir, thank you for asking." She said in a low tone.
"Are you sure? It seems that ever since Peralta's return you are more and more...despondent. Or have I read this situation wrong?"
"No...sir...I...I am glad Jake is back and that his time undercover went well." She said in a false voice.
"Then why the negative attitude?" he asked bluntly.
"I...I guess I have been struggling with..." Amy faltered, hating the word that bounced around her mind, knowing it would sound childish, "jealous." She admitted, looking down at the ground.
"Oh." Captain Holt said, the inflection of his tone now higher than before.
Amy looked up to see a look of surprise on his face and immediately panicked, "not that I have an issue with him, we work well together, I would never begrudge him for the opportunity he had."
"But you wish to have your own opportunity to go undercover?" He summarised.
"I...don't know, I don't want to go undercover for the sake of it, I just...I want an opportunity to prove myself, be given a task that I can do a good job with." She said quietly, looking back down at the floor.
"I see." Captain Holt said thoughtfully, "I see, well I appreciate your candid approach to this conversation Detective, please, let me give your request some thought, there may be something that we can do, you are a model detective in this precinct, there is no reason why that cannot be demonstrated through your great work ethic." He said.
Amy looked up again, her features softer now as she stared across the space at the older cop, her respect for him only continuing to grow as her heart swelled at his praise.
"Tha...thank you sir, that means a lot to me." She said earnestly.
He nodded holding her gaze for a moment, and then dropped it and returned his attention to the brief before him.
"That will be all for now Santiago." He said, ending the conversation.
"Thank you sir." Amy said politely before turning and leaving, returning to her desk.
"Ahhhh someone's in trouble." Gina teased.
"The only one likely to get in trouble here is you for being lazy." Amy retorted as she sat down at her desk.
"Ooh quick reply, lame burn, two out of five." Gina said in a low voice from behind her.
"What did Captain Holt want?" Rosa demanded, appearing beside her desk.
Amy squeaked and looked up at the other detective looming over her and then glanced around to see the others all looking her way, including Scully and Hitchcock. Why did everyone always want to know?
"He just asked me how I was." She answered quietly.
"Boring." Jake said loudly shaking his head.
"Come on now, Jake, Captain Holt's just showing that he cares." Charles said moving over to join them.
"Nope, not buying it, she's clearly being moved downstairs." Jake said.
"To the basement, so we don't have to see her suits anymore." Gina added earning a wide grin from Jake.
"This is a good suit, it has pockets." Amy said lamely, earning eye rolls from everyone, "and I'm not moving department." she added.
"Guys knock it off, leave Amy be before Captain Holt comes out and tells you all off." Terry ordered from his desk.
"You got it Sarge!" Jake said loudly, spinning around and giving Terry a thumbs up, "Amy we'll get you a leaving card later." He added as she simmered, pouting at him.
The rest of the day was uneventful, with Amy being partnered with Rosa to respond to a report of a B&E, a smashed window, muddy footprints and jewellery all stolen and a bitter suspect already blaming an ex partner. It was once again not the most exciting case, but it was simple and easy, and at least she was paired with someone who wouldn't wind her up as they left the apartment and Amy ran through the notes she had taken from the interview with the victim.
It wasn't until the next day at the morning briefing did her luck finally begin to turn as Captain Holt addressed the room, his stoic form drawing their attention. Even Jake who normally spent the meetings goofing off and distracting Charles or making asinine jokes was silent as he leant forward eager to get the exciting opportunities.
"Peralte, Boyle, I want you both on the Maddison garden case, reports of a stalker harassing and following Deputy Commissioner Lewinksi and their family."
"Stake out." Jake said gleefully, fistbumping Charles before dropping the goofy smile, "thank you sir."
"Sergeant Jeffords, take Diaz and look follow up with the B&E case she and Santiago began investigating yesterday." Captain Holt continued.
Amy's heart fluttered as nerves began to twist into knots in her stomach, not only was she not good enough to be chosen for any undercover work, she now wasn't even good enough to continue investigating a simple theft. She was halfway through coming up with a conversation in her head to have later with Captain Holt when he cleared his throat and regained her attention.
"As you may know there has been an increase in illicit activity lately, rumours of a new gang bringing increased quantities of narcotics into the city. Other precincts have confirmed that territories have shifted as a result. Therefore we here at the nine nine must do our part to investigate this new gang." He announced, his facial expression unreadable as he stood before them all letting the information sink in.
"Detective Santiago, I am placing you in charge of this investigation," he stated.
Amy did her best to contain her emotions, offering him a curt nod and professional short smile as she watched the reserved police captain collect his papers from the podium.
"That is all." He stated with finality.
Amy rose quickly and made her way out of the briefing room and to her desk, and immediately got to work, fired up by the opportunity Holt had granted her following their conversation the previous day. She wouldn't waste it, wouldn't squander it. She obtained every file she could from their own database and the files from all relevant precincts, reading each one thoroughly and making notes to understand any patterns of behaviour that would begin to flesh out the gang.
"Elliot street." She muttered as she stirred the coffee freshly poured from the pot, the wooden stirrer doing a poor job to mix the cream into the dark liquid.
She watched as it turned a pale gold colour and then sniffed it, scrunching her nose up at the bitter scent before carefully slurping up the first sip. Sufficiently recharged she returned to her desk, the steam rising from the mug beside her as she began to put together a plan. It felt strange being in charge of such a large case, with multiple uniformed officers now reporting to her to give her enough support and man power.
They hit the streets, and eventually one after another, Amy sat across from multiple drug dealers caught in possession or even in a couple of cases, openly caught trying to make a sale. She flicked through files, wrote up reports in great detail, making a special note of the areas in particular the arrests were made. Yet nothing came of it, no matter how many arrests were made, no matter how hard she worked, she could find no real leads into the upper echelons of the gang.
Frustration and irritation began to build within her, along with a fear of being seen as a failure, marked by others as not good enough. Worry began to gnaw at her heart that if she didn't bring any concrete results soon then Captain Holt would replace her.
"I just need a win." Amy told Rosa in the corridor seeking comfort from an unlikely source.
"Do you have anything?" The other detective asked.
"I have a mule in holding, interrogation room is being prepped but if they're anything like the rest I won't get a name." Amy whined.
"Give me a turn, I can get him to talk." Rosa said bluntly.
Amy sucked in her lips, unsure, she wanted things to be done properly, but then again bending a rule wasn't breaking it, and if Rosa was able to get results for her then she would take it.
"Okay, do what you know will work." Amy said, nodding as she felt a little of her tension ease.
She stood up a little straighter and leaned into Rosa's space, "just you know, nothing illegal." She clarified.
Rosa rolled her eyes and let out a drawn out sigh, "fine." She said putting the long knife back in her jacket.
Later on, once again sitting at her desk Amy typed the name Rosa had been able to acquire, although she didn't say how, from interrogating the latest drug dealer that had been arrested. She clicked enter and watched as the police database loaded, the small circle spinning around and around, testing her patience until at last a profile loaded up.
"Luke Jackson." Amy said to herself as she saw the profile image of a tall, well built man before her.
His hair was short, along with his beard which cast a shadow on his neck, tattoo's visible as they broke out from underneath the orange jumpsuit, contrasting against his dark skin. She scrolled down, reading further, making notes on his profile, his arrest, his case, his time spent in prison and every detail she could glean. It was unclear whether he was involved in the Elliot Street gang, Rosa didn't know, but it was a lead, and it was enough for now.
Released from bail, his current address was listed and Amy wrote it down quickly on a post it note and checked the location on her phone, a twenty minute drive, easy enough to achieve before the shift was over. She looked up at the empty space opposite, and then across the bullpen at the other desks also empty. Jake and Charles were on a stake out, Rosa had left to rejoin Terry on door duty for their B&E. Hitchcock and Scully's desks were also vacant although Amy knew that was due to the fact they were "secretly" napping, rather than actually working on a case. She frowned, considering reaching out to one of the uniformed officers that had been helping her on the case and then decided against it. It would be easier if she went alone, less threatening than seeing bades and blues. She gathered her keys, phone and weapons, and ignored Gina who was sitting staring at her phone and left.
The drive was longer than she had thought, with traffic being an inescapable fact of New York, but eventually she made her way to the location pin visible on the map and turned the engine off. Broken windows, damaged doors and vandalised walls covered in large obscene graffiti greeted her as she stepped out of her car and she clicked the lock button repeatedly as she made her way to the main entrance of the apartment building, ignoring various looks from the group of young boys that were on the other side of the open space.
The main entrance was unlocked and open, with the door hanging a jar and the lock mechanism clearly broken as the handle was suspiciously missing. She paid it no mind and climbed the stairs, wondering just how many apartments around her would have cause for a visit from the NYPD judging by the unpleasant odour that filled the stairwell. Eventually she reached the floor she needed and after a quick walk down the corridor located the door she needed and took a moment to present herself before knocking and clearing her throat.
"NYPD. Open up." She called through.
She heard the muffled sound of music fade to silence and then heavy footsteps and a muttered curse and then locks twist and turn before the door was opened slightly, a chain loudly rattling as it moved.
"You a cop?" Luke Jackson asked in disbelief.
Amy looked up, raising her chin to meet the man's gaze as he stood visible in the narrow gap between the door and the frame.
"Good afternoon, my name is Detective Santiago, I wondered if I could have a moment of your time to discuss a case I am currently working on." She said politely, pulling her jacket open to flash her badge at her hip.
"I didn't do anything." Luke said quickly.
"I didn't imply that, I simply want to talk and ask you questions." She said, offering a smile.
"You really a cop? I'm not being pranked?" he asked, his brow furrowed as he stared at her.
"I am." She insisted, replying calmly.
"I don't do cops." he said moving to push the door closed.
"Wait!" Amy called out in a panic, not willing to let the opportunity go.
"Wait please," She repeated quieter, "I wonder if you could tell me anything you knew about the Elliot Street gang." she said quickly.
The door had almost shut, only a thin sliver of space was left, as she panted loudly, huffing at her continued bad luck with the investigation. A loud creak accompanied the door as it opened once more to its previous position, the chain locked tight, stretching to its full length as Luke once more became visible.
"You asking me to snitch?" he asked in a low growl.
"I'm only asking for a conversation, please, five minutes of your time." She whined.
She stood in silence, hoping with every cell of her body that she had been polite enough to convince him only to frown as the door closed with a click. She hung her head, resigning herself to failure only to hear the rattle of the chain and the door once again creaking open. Sunlight poured through the open doorway as she looked up to see Luke Jackson's full form before her. He was taller than she had expected, his broad shoulders on display along with his arms as the white vest clung to his torso, and grey shorts fell to his knees. He leaned out and quickly looked down the corridor and then stepped back.
"Get in quick then." He said and swung the door shut behind her, locking it again.
He turned without another word and padded down the narrow corridor, which Amy noted were bare white walls, no photos, no decorations, empty. The rest of the apartment was less barren, with a brown leather couch and matching armchair in the middle of a small lounge facing a tv that was off. A small collection of frames were on the walls, holding posters she didn't recognise. He caught her attention once again as he moved to sit down, stretching out across the couch across from her.
"How'd you know where I live anyways?" He asked her as she moved to stand in front of the armchair.
"Your file is on record Mr. Jackson, your arrest, conviction and sentence served, and your current address." She answered.
"Damn, you don't have to do me dirty like that." he sighed, shaking his head.
She frowned, her lips drawn tight as she hesitated, caught off guard by his reply, "I meant nothing by it, you asked and I answered honestly." She said.
"But why me? Whole ass city outside, why you coming around and knocking on my door, detective?" He asked.
"May I?" Amy asked, gesturing at the armchair behind her.
He nodded and she nodded in return and sat, perching herself on the edge of the cold leather. She pulled a notebook out from her pocket and unclipped the pen from the front and then opened to the latest page where her notes stopped.
"As I said outside I am here to ask about the Elliot Street gang, the reason I'm here and not anywhere else is because your name was given during an interrogation, as such, here I am." Amy said simply, pen poised above the paper.
He let out a low whistle, and sighed and then dropped his head down, his chin resting on his chest, his eyes closed for a moment.
"You know I served my time." He said snapping back up and looking at her.
"I know, as I said, I'm not here for you, yourself, Mr. Jackson, I'm simply here to find out if you know anything that could help my investigation." She said
"S'that right." He said stretching his arms out along the back of the couch.
"Yes," She said brightly, "and I am hopeful that you and I could work together." She said simply flicking through the pages.
"Now perhaps we could start with an answer to my first question; do you know anything about the Elliot Street gang?" She asked, looking up from her notes to look at him.
He rolled his chin and she saw his jaw move side to side before he closed his mouth and hummed. He tore his gaze away and looked out of the window, and despite her curiosity to know what he was looking at, she kept her gaze on him, patiently waiting for an answer.
"I might." He said slowly, turning his head back to face her, "I might," He repeated shrugging.
"Might know a lot of things, might not, but one thing I do know is I'm not going back to Rikes. You hear me?" he said, sitting forward.
She sucked her lips in and nodded, "I do, I hear you, I understand, I can-"
"No you don't." He scoffed "You don't understand anything I've been through."
She paused and sat back, leaning up straighter as she held his gaze, "no, you're right, I don't. But I recognise what you are saying." She answered softly.
"Good." he said quickly.
"On that note, I do have to say that there are certain ways that I can in fact help you with that desire." She said looking down at the open page, ready to lay her cards on the table.
"Help me how?" he asked.
"For starters, as a member of the NYPD I do have certain legal powers I can use, certain legislations I can act upon." She said.
"You sure you're a cop, not a library?" he asked.
Amy paused and breathed in and out and thought quickly to rephrase her words "What I am trying to say is that I can help your situation, there are certain deals that can be made, certain privileges given by the NYPD if we receive your cooperation." She said,
As he tilted his head and looked at her, Amy watched as his eyes flicked down and then back up and she suddenly felt uneasy as his position sank further into the couch.
"Like what?" he asked, his voice now lower.
"Well for starters I am aware of your upcoming probation review, if you help me I can put in a good word and testify to your character. Might go down nicely with the judge presiding." she said.
She watched him nod slowly, his lips upturned as he clearly considered the offer and then watched as his eyes narrowed again, scanning her body once more before meeting her gaze with a smirk.
"Any other privileges I can get from working with you?" He asked in the same low tone.
Amy paused, there was no official confirmation as to the biggest offer and she would need to get Captain Holt to raise it with his superiors before she could confirm it, but making it a possibility may be enough to convince him.
"There is also a chance I could help clear your record." she revealed as his eyebrows shot up and eyes went wide.
"Now that is a prize huh." he said sitting up.
"Well I would need approval but it does happen and can happen, if you provide enough information or even evidence to help close this case then yes, I don't see why such a request would be denied." She said.
"Uh-huh...and if I wanted anything else?" he asked.
At that she frowned, what on earth could there also be? Her brow furrowed as confusion plagued her, she looked down at her notes and flicked back to the previous page and speed read what she had written and then looked back up at him.
"What do you mean? If there is something else you wish for you can request it and I can submit it and see if it is approved." She said, clicking her pen to show her readiness.
"Well if you are willing then sure, I'd love the NYPD to give me something sweet to enjoy after all those months locked up." He said.
"I...I don't follow, you want the NYPD to provide you with candy?" she asked, her head tilted to the side as she looked at him.
His eyes gleamed as a smile broke out on his face, a wide grin that flashed his teeth as he looked at her.
"Oh I would say the NYPD has already done that." he said leaning back against the couch and stretching his legs apart.
"Mr. Jackson? Please, are you saying you're willing to accept my offers and help me?" Amy asked.
"Oh sure, I'll help you, if you help me." He said.
"Wonderful, okay, thank you." Amy said flipping the notepad to a new blank page, she scribbled down the date and his name and the time and then paused, holding her pen lightly against the white paper as she looked at him once more.
"So whatever you can tell me, whenever you're ready." She said.
At that Luke chuckled and shook his head as he raised his arm and held one finger up between them.
"Not so fast Detective, let me make it clear, I'll give you whatever you want, I'll tell you everything I know, including everything I know on my cellie and how he is part of the gang." He said, revealing a Cheshire grin to her "if you become my woman."
Amy gasped as she dropped her pen, the item rolling across the floor as she stared at him with her mouth open and eyes wide.
"I...I...I...sorry...what...?" She stuttered.
At her reaction he chuckled and then shrugged, "you heard me, you want what I know then you gotta give me what I want, I want you." He said matter of factly.
"That...that...that is grossly inappropriate." She said gulping as she leaned down to retrieve her pen.
"Yeah yeah sure...whatever...I ain't gonna tell no one, you sure don't have to either." He said as she swallowed past the lump in her throat.
"Sexually bribing a police officer is a direct violation of article-" she began reciting.
"Oh please who the fuck cares about the rules, we're not in school," He said, still staring at her.
"Either you want my help or not, so what will it be, detective?" He said simply.
Amy huffed as she looked down at her notebook, the pages of information she had written, every dead end and useless interrogation getting her nowhere until today. Rules weren't meant to be broken, she had always maintained that view, that philosophy. She had always done her best to live up to the high standards her parents and her job had set, and she knew she had achieved that. Yet now as she sat in the apartment of a man who had never done so, face to face with a decision she couldn't escape, frustration grew within her at the fact that she couldn't avoid the choice.
"I...think we can come to an agreement without needing such unethical options, if you would just reconsider my offer Mr. Jackson then I think we-" she began, only to peter out as he sighed loudly.
He stood up and shrugged as he raised his arms and gestured behind her "you know where the door is, you can see yourself out Detective." he said, moving to turn away.
"No...wait!" she said loudly standing up.
She watched as he paused in his movement, twisting back to face her once again with a small smile on his face. She felt the knots once again twist tightly in her stomach, heard her heartbeat drum loud and fast against her ribcage, threatening to burst through it as she realised her desperation for information had won out over her desperation to maintain her morales.
"Yes?" He asked in a low voice, "you made a decision then? You gonna accept my request?" he asked stepping closer to her.
She breathed in, her whole body shaking with nerves as she looked at him, recognising what he was, who he was, what he was demanding from her as she nodded weakly.
"Yes..." she whispered, resigning herself to her fate "I will be your woman." she declared.
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The Office Siren Ch. 03
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The Office Siren - Chapter 03
Josie's Notes
Jenny's had a great start for herself and her friends at the staid old PR firm. She got a promotion, moving from a dead-end analyst job to Marketing with her very own product line. Meanwhile, her best friend and terminally sexy lover Vivia, landed a contract as the face (and hot body) of the new fragrance "Vivia", coming soon to a Sephora near you. To add even more spice to their adventures, Jenny and Vivia convinced the very "talented" Summer to move in with them. Summer has agreed to transfer to HR, heading up the new dress code for the entire company. Her mandate? Carry out the client's wishes to engrain the motto "sex sells" into the hearts and minds of the huge, but anachronistic firm and its three thousand employees. The stunning redhead is perfect for the job.
This chapter Jenny and Vivia meet the Marketing Team on the 44
th
floor, where she gets a shocking surprise.
~~
I dropped to my haunches, settling my firm round ass into the backs of my six-inch stilettos. Turning to face him, I spread my knees apart, giving him a nice lingering view of my shaven pussy. But his eyes are fixed on my tits. He hasn't seen those yet - my
pièce de résistance
will be the final nail in his coffin, just before I move in to break him. Most girls save the G-string for their finale. But my natural 34EE's are the best in the place, and Eyes Only is the hottest peeler club in New York.
I decide to go for a spin on the Pole, my favorite piece of apparatus. A four-foot leap onto the vertical bar, grabbing onto it just with my legs. I make it look like my pussy is doing the holding on. Just an illusion, but I've had plenty of drooling fools ask me about it. I usually just smile, slip in a finger to the top knuckle, then pretend it's trapped, held fast by my sucking, grasping pussy. When with great difficulty I finally "free" it, I slither the finger between my fat pouty lips and suck it clean.
I've lost count how many times that's brought out the debit card.
I'd spotted him the minute he'd sat down. There's a big fat credit limit in that pocket. I can smell a no-limit card from across the room.
From a hands-free inverted position at the ceiling, I watch him through the thick masses of my waist-length hair. Pushing it aside with a free hand, I lower my body to the floor, just by lightening the grip of my legs around the long hard shaft, eye fucking him all the way down. The oil that makes my body glisten saves my skin from the friction.
When I hit the stage, I ooze down onto my tummy and belly crawl towards him. Rising to my knees, I sweep off the bra top and fling it into his face.
Before I fuck him for real, he needs to be prep'd. Nobody ever lasts long inside me, especially if I get him into The Chair. I never leave a thing to chance. The six P's are my code: Prior Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance. As in - my performance. The better I perform, the worse he does. This one, he won't last long. He'll cum in lightning speed.
If I can get his PIN, he'll get to do that inside the hole of his choice. All that remains is the how much. Sometimes they ask me to enter their PIN. It might have something to do with using my rock-hard nipples to punch in the numbers. Another signature move.
This guy's drooling now. I'd say he's ready.
I sit up on my bum and spin towards him, dropping my feet over the edge of the stage. I've locked my eyes onto him. He's powerless to look away. Unbidden, I descend into him, sitting sideways on his thighs and grinding my ass into the iron rod in his lap. Drape an arm around his shoulders, slip the tip of my wet tongue up the side of his face. With my fat sticky lips I whisper sweet somethings into his ear.
"There's a private room in the back, baby. It'll be just you and me. Alone together. You can have me there. You can have all of me. All that you want."
I back away just a little, slowly crossing my legs towards him and clasping both hands around his neck. I gaze into his eyes, run my tongue along my upper lip and whisper. "Have you thought about what you'd like to do with me? What I can do with you?"
He nods, powerless to do much else.
In a flash I uncross my legs and stand. Grasping one of his hands, I lead him to the back. In my stilettos, I'm a lean six foot five, which gives me the advantage of long, lean legs and a tight slender waist. A full round bum doesn't hurt either. Not many five eight men get to fuck an Amazon whose tits are even with his mouth.
I've already told you about my tits.
Inside the private area, I push him into The Chair. After the initial financial transaction is out of the way - I think of it as an installment payment, I'll milk him for more later - I ask him what he wants.
I open my legs and sit on his thighs, straddling him and locking my ankles behind the Chair. I put my arms around his neck and smile sweetly.
Anything
, I say, completely overwhelming him a wet, tonguey kiss. Some of the girls don't like to kiss the mopes. That makes me laugh. My kisses have cost my Johns thousands. Makes them feel special. Wanted. Most of them think they want a girlfriend who looks like me.
Our lips are still touching when I repeat, "You can have anything. Just tell me what you want."
He chokes out his answer.
Yep. That's why I put him in the Chair.
He goes to unbuckle his belt, but I stop him. That's my job.
I take my time, but not too much. He's paying through the nose for forty-five minutes so I need him to get his money's worth. If he's a good boy, I'll round it up to an hour.
Maybe I can keep him under control for two. It's just a few little numbers punched into a payment terminal. Right?
Now that I know what he likes, I can start to break him.
I love it when they tell me about their nylon fetish. We have something in common. I stand off of him and walk over to my private locker, where I keep my nylons. I grab three pair. One for me, two for him. I sit back down into his lap and slowly pull a pair of ultra-sheers onto my legs, extra tall for these long, long legs. I work the rubberized welts nice and secure around my upper thighs. Then I turn to him.
The Chair.
It's my favorite VIP Room apparatus because it means he's ceded full control to me. And I know how to use it. I hold one of the nylons I've chosen for him in front of his eyes. I slide it across his face, watch him close his eyes in pleasure as the object of his surrender taunts him with her feminine touch. With a practiced technique, I wrap the stocking over his right forearm and around the arm of the Chair, keeping it slow and sensuous, yet binding him securely with a half-dozen wraps. I tie it fast, keeping the knot well out of his reach. Left arm repeat. Then I drop to my knees and wrap the third nylon stocking around his right shin, binding him to the Chair leg. Then the left.
Now he's mine.
The Chair is bolted to the floor. He's not going anywhere.
His cock is long and hard and twitching at me.
I ask him if he would like me to gag him. I tell him he can have the panties I wore all day, before I came to the club.
He nods vigorously.
I smile. Keeping my knees straight, I bend over to give him a big sloppy kiss. Praise him for being so open with me.
I turn and go to my locker. Open the little plastic baggy and pull out my day panties. Little pink lace ones. They're still damp.
I buy 'em in three-dozen packs. Sometimes, if business is good, that won't last a month.
I grab a used pair of pantyhose and step back to his twitching form. He opens his mouth wide like a good, obedient fuck toy. I stuff my day-old underwear into his mouth. Satisfied, I wrap my smelly pantyhose around his head and around the high back of the Chair, making sure the damp crotch is plastered to his nose and mouth. Around and around and around I wrap the nylon legs. I secure the double knot at the back of his head.
He's all locked in. Helpless. No possible way to reach for a knot. Nothing to loosen. No way to escape without help.
He's all mine.
"You've been such a good boy," I coo, standing with my feet apart to my full height wearing nothing but Louboutins and the ultra-sheers. My pink, swollen pussy is at eye level, just inches from his face.
He can't take his eyes off of it.
"Now before I begin my systematic rape of your helpless body, I need to know: How many ED pills did you take tonight?"
His eye go wide. He thought I didn't know.
The ones who come here intending to get fucked, they always, always, always juice beforehand.
I hold up a finger. "One?"
No reaction.
"Two?"
He tilts his head to the side.
"Three then. Viagra and Cialis? Together?"
Bingo.
Good. Maybe I can working him over for two hours. He won't get bored.
I do it all. I have that reputation. I'll suck 'em off, fuck 'em stupid, I'll let them fuck me in the ass, whatever they want. It's just a negotiation.
I bend over, keeping my knees straight and kiss his forehead. "That's nice baby. That's really nice. You may be my best slut ever. Those little pills you took - well, that means you get to cum A LOT. I can make you cum so much! You're going to cum and cum and cum. You can have any hole you want. You can even have them all. See, it makes me happy when you cum so hard, baby. It's a real ego boost for me. It tells me I'm desirable. Sexy. You desire me, don't you?"
He nods.
"You'll boost my ego and cum lots and lots, won't you baby?"
His eyes go wide.
He wants it all. I grab the pay terminal for the extras and ask his permission to pull out his wallet. He nods. I pick the Black one.
I know my credit cards. All the girls do. A Harvard MBA is expensive, and like a lot of the girls here, my education's being financed by mopes like Mister Black Card. He doesn't know it, but tonight he's about to pay for nearly half of my second term.
The amount's too much for tap. I insert the card into the terminal and let him punch in the numbers with the one finger I didn't tie down. No nipple punch today. He can't talk with my day-old panties in his mouth.
It was a good evening. Mister Black Card stayed the whole two hours. I had him tied up for more than half of that, making my job easier. I fucked him long and hard. Cost him thousands, but he left a very happy, and a very, very,
very
drained man.
I never saw him again. Until this week.
***
I stared through the back window of the Uber at the crowded sidewalks of midtown Manhattan. Vivia's hand rested on my glossy thigh in a subtle sign of ownership, idly playing with my nylons with her fingers as she hummed a few bars from a Supertramp song. Summer was slumped against Vivia's far shoulder, fast asleep.
Before Vivia, I'd never had sex for pleasure in my entire life. Not once. Including repeats, I've fucked a thousand people and every one of them was a business transaction.
Until now.
It's 7:00 AM. We should all be passed out from exhaustion
.
My throbbing pussy was testament to our long night of nearly non-stop sex. Of course Vivia and Summer had far more reason to be exhausted. As our fuck session was just getting going, Summer and Vivia had taken over, laying me out and driving me mad with lust, plying me relentlessly with endless orgasms. I'd nearly passed out from sheer ecstasy as the two goddesses who shared my bed last night ignored my weak pleas to stop and eventually tied me to the bed with my own nylons, where they fucked me to sweet oblivion.
It had been Summer's idea, but Vivia was on it like a bitch in heat. All of us had started the day as simple analysts for Poulsen Pendergast Masterly and Vonn (PPMV), a stodgy old Marketing and PR firm in midtown New York. By the end of the day, Vivia and I had million dollar contracts and Summer was given responsibility to revamp the oppressive dress code for women, along with a hefty raise and a cushy office in the H/R department.
Fucking my brains out was their way of saying "thank you". It wasn't necessary, of course, but hey. When two stunning goddesses inform you they're going to find out how many times they can make you cum in one night, well, yeah.
Just six months ago I was a pro, navigating the stripper pole in Eyes Only, Manhattan's hottest club. Now I'm heading my own product line in the Marketing department in one of America's largest and oldest PR firms.
These last six months in Corporate America has proven one immutable fact to me: I'm far more comfortable in the company of gorgeous, confident sluts than with any buttoned-down corporate executive drone. I find I need more sluts around me. A lot more. I'm so thankful for Vivia and Summer. They are both prime, gorgeous, relentlessly horny sluts. Having them at my side and on my pussy has made my life wonderful again.
Four months ago, at the end of my last night at Eyes, I was surrounded by a half-dozen of my favorite sluts, each of them flush from fucking nameless souls in the VIP rooms. They'd presented me with their going away present. It was a giant lollipop, knowing my weakness for anything hard and sweet. "To keep that magic tongue of yours in good shape," said Amber, a brunette knockout with absolutely enormous knockers.
Amber would know. I once licked her to orgasm while she blew one of her clients in Room Six.
The thing was, these weren't just gorgeous, vacuous hookers. The women I'd been drawn to at Eyes were like me. Paying for their university tuition one fuck at a time. Buying organic chemistry texts with greasy twenties and half-torn fifties once crammed into their G-strings. They were intelligent, articulate, tough, sexy broads who live their lives to the fullest. Mechanical Engineering by day, hungrily sucking cocks by night.
I missed them all dearly.
But I didn't have to miss them.
I'm going to have my own marketing team. Right? I get to pick my team.
Who better to run a marketing campaign for a perfume derived from my lover's femcum than a team of educated, gorgeous, horny sluts?
Many of them had real style too. Perfect role models for Summer's new dress code.
And I know a couple of them prefer pussy.
The more I thought about it, the more my idea was making sense. It kinda ticked all the boxes.
We arrived at our building on 6
th
Avenue and split up in the lobby. Summer was heading to H/R on the twelfth floor; Vivia and I were starting in Marketing on forty-four.
I was nervous. We hadn't even met the head of marketing, let alone the staff we'd be working with. I expected resentment, resistance even. But the client wanted us there, and that was what mattered. Still, it wouldn't be easy if the SVP of Marketing resented the hell out of us for being ordered to accept a couple of troublemakers into his department.
Tough. The PPMV Marketing department sucks. Their products suck. Their perfumes suck, most of all. Their campaign sucks. Even their clothes suck.
I'm gonna change all that.
All with a little help from my incredibly sexy lover Vivia and a generous d-Vab from her pussy, plus a pliant client (oooh, gotta remember that one). The tip of my tongue in the EVP Clausen's ear was all it took.
Okay, once he got a look at Vivia, it really was game over.
Eventually he'll expect me to fuck him. He'll come collecting soon enough. And I will. He's earned it. It's really no big deal for me. I'll give him his money's worth. I'd bring Viv too, but I'm not sure he'd survive the night.
I'll ask her.
At age 24, I've fucked over five hundred different men for money and a hundred women. Most of them begged me for more. Some multiple times. I know what I'm doing. Let's face it: I come across as an easy fuck. That's because I am. Make it worth my while and I'll fuck you stupid, then head to the bar to plow through another, so long as he can afford the entry fee.
I'm not just some loose broad who sleeps around with just anyone. Until Vivia, I'd never fucked for pleasure in my entire life. And now Summer. No, there's always got to be a reason to fuck someone. Money works, sure. But that's not always what I need.
I expect to have a lot of reasons as this new role develops.
***
On the forty-fourth floor, Viv and I walked into the reception area. I was to ask for a Mr. Joseph. Mr. Parker Joseph.
The two receptionists behind the desk were pleasant and efficient, but they desperately needed our help to yank the dildos out of their asses. They were pretty enough to be sure, but the uniform sucked. Buttoned-to-the-neck opaque baggy white blouses, over-styled big hair, sparse makeup, non-existent jewelry, no nails. Beside me, Vivia stiffened at the sight of them.
We were (efficiently) directed to sit in the reception seating. Mr. Joseph would be right out.
Vivia and I sat together on one of the soft couches. When she crossed her legs, the audible
swish
of her nylons filled the small waiting area. Viv loves swishy nylons and she chooses them in part for the intensity of the brain-breaking little tendrils of seductive sound the sexiest ones make.
Of course the swish drew my eyes to her gorgeous long legs. She was all in white today. Bodycon dress to mid thigh, wild platinum blonde hair to waist, white stilettos from Jimmy Choo. She'd even picked out her swishy Maison Close pantyhose in white, but at six denier the diaphanous little darlings only surrendered a hint of pale, and a heap of yearning.
Suddenly I'm horny as fuck and I'm still in Reception.
I'd decided to go a little more 'corporate' today. But with a Jenny twist, of course. Pencil skirt in grey. Crisp white blouse. Hair up. Should fit right in.
Except my skirt was cut to mid-thigh and it was so tight it rode just short of my pussy when I sat. Luckily it had a high slit on the side. Per corporate guidelines, I wore pantyhose. But not just any pantyhose. Maison Close oil-gloss Plumetis 15-denier sex machines. They have a swish factor of 12 out of 10. They feel so sexy and feminine I've cum just crossing my legs wearing these sluts.
My blouse is semi-transparent and unbuttoned just enough to show off my gorgeous lacey black bra, which does an admirable job holding the girls at bay. But just barely. My hair was up. But it's impossible to hide the full masses of glossy thick wild brown hair.
I've wrapped up a lot of cocks with this hair.
I've been told by countless men there's nothing in the world like having his cock wrapped in my long soft hair, then watching my fat crimson lips slowly close the distance to its head, opening wide to suck the throbbing rod deep inside my hot, wet mouth, feeling my long narrow tongue wrapped around his length, tightening its coils...
Oh, you want to cum in my mouth? That'll cost you.
I've won the lottery in so many ways. I've been told dozens of times I had the hottest body in the club. And Eyes Only is the hottest VIP club in Manhattan.
You don't get this body just working out. Which I do. A lot. A fuck of a lot. But these 34EE's are high, firm and natural. With a set like these, in the business I was in, I had to be careful. Some men have passed out as we played sex games, smothered in my tits. A couple of them, when they came to, wanted to do it again.
These tits could kill. Literally.
Tit-smothering seems to be a theme with a lot of the men I fucked. But there was a lot more. In the club, a sixty-nine starts at twenty-five hundred, and sometimes the guy would forget all about my pussy when my ass got within range.
Let me tell you about my ass. A thousand squats a week makes it full and round, and ohh so juicy. I could crack a walnut between these cheeks. I love to wear filmy silk skirts and dresses that drape about my ass and assume its shape as I walk. I developed a sexy little sway in my hips that drove the men in Eyes absolutely nuts. During a lap dance, they'd beg me for a VIP sixty-nine. I could always tell the ones who didn't really want to eat me out. What they really wanted was their nose up my backdoor. So when I got that vibe, I'd lead them into VIP and hand the guy a jar of lube as I shucked my G-string. I'd bend over the Chair and waggle my full round ass in his face, inviting the guy to fill my hole with greasy lube. He'd get to finger my asshole for free. Then I'd lay him down and straddle him sixty-nine with my greased back door an inch from his face.
That's when I'd start the negotiation. You'd be surprised how fast that credit card comes out when the John's cock is poised at my mouth and this juicy ass is set to plunge on his face.
I'd know he's hard core when he's wrapped his arms around my hips and pulled my ass into his face, slipping his nose all the way into my slippery entrance. And I mean, all the way. When your nose is that far up a girl's back hole, your mouth is full too. Several men have passed out with their faces full of my ass. So I have to be careful.
This ass could kill. Literally.
But I'm most proud of my legs.
I'm nearly six feet, so my legs are really, really fucking long. And lean. A dozen hours a week in the gym just on legs. I've got two diamond-shaped gaps - one from knees to my calves, and a long one from just above my knees to upper thigh. A little bit of muscle brings my legs together, then the tight Toblerone triangle just below my pussy.
When I'm wearing a miniskirt or shorts, always in heels and nylons, men turn around on the sidewalk and follow me. It happens all the time. It's the legs.
So I amp up the sex quotient on these weapons to a fifteen.
It starts with shoes. FM shoes. I love the five-inch Louboutin 'So Kates' in glossy black or brilliant pink. Jimmy Choo and Jennifer Chamandi spikes make me wet.
In a sky-high pair of fuck-me shoes, a pair of glossy Gio nylons with a back seam, and a flouncy little silk skirt that drapes my ass and reveals ten inches of lean muscular thigh, I can command a sidewalk. Add a skin-tight low-cut white tank top, and business stops when I walk by.
It's okay. I'm not bragging. Not really. It's just that - this was my business. My livelihood. Keeping my body sexy and perfect was absolutely necessary to achieve my goals. So long as I was willing to use it without emotion or mercy.
Dressed like that is how I'd arrive at the club every evening. Men would follow me off the street and into the club. The owners knew these legs brought walk-in business and they gave me the highest split in the club. They even gave me a daily nylon allowance.
So you can see I was exercising a lot of restraint for my first day in Marketing.
A young woman appeared through the glass doors leading to the inner sanctum. "Miss Peters, Miss Saracini, you can come with me."
I uncrossed my legs and stood. Apparently her name wasn't important. "Please call me Jenny. And this is Vivia."
A forced smile etched her lips. "Mary. Come with me please."
She was pretty enough, but ugh.
Her shoes were brown leather with a big ugly buckle and a thick one-inch heel. She wore some form of nylons - great - but a drug store brand and all you could see was six inches of calf above her ankles. The worst length of skirt imaginable. You don't get the allure of a bodycon full-form silhouette, or the sexiness of a long slender leg clad in the finest nylons. Instead you get the idea this woman hates her legs, and even worse, despises her own style too.
Which is kind of like saying she hates herself.
The skirt was wool in a medium weight with a long pleat down the back. Because of the drape, the skirt made a
woofing
sound as she walked ahead of us. Even her ass was no treat - the skirt spread around her butt with plenty of material to spare. She wore a neck-high sweater, granted with a thin merino wool blend, but good Lord, she had some real treasures lurking within that baggy monstrosity. Even The Gap couldn't hide this woman's bangin' body. She's just afraid to show it.
Add to that the mousy hair, sparse makeup and zero jewelry it's pretty clear what this girl needs.
Yeah, I was thinking that too, but I really meant a makeover. As in five-alarm, break down the door, damn the torpedoes, emergency re-do. I glanced at Viv - she was thinking the same thing. There's a real beauty under there somewhere.
What I'd really like to do was get Mary home and d-Vab her to the dark side, then shove her into my walk-in closet and jump on what pops out.
We passed a sea of cubicles housing a myriad of PPMV Marketing drones. I'd steal a glance into every third or fourth one, inevitably spying a dutiful little beaver gnawing away at some spreadsheet or PowerPoint slide.
If they're gonna let me pick my team, I'll have to convince them to let me go outside the company. Unless they show me something pretty fucking different.
Mary stopped at the door to a corner office. A double light hog.
Inside the office, a man sat behind an imposing custom desk. I grabbed Vivia's arm and clenched it so hard she uttered a tiny cry.
Mr. Black Card.
"They're here for you, Mr. Joseph." Mary's voice was deferential. She was in awe of Parker Joseph.
"Thank you, Mary."
I decided to play it straight. Mr. Black Card didn't seem to recognize me. Context is everything. He wouldn't be expecting the appointed head of his new marketing campaign to be the VIP girl that fucked his brains out a few months ago. That $15,000 of his money was put to good use. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Joseph." I held my hand out across his desk.
He barely registered our presence. His eyes were fixed on his computer. Wordlessly tilting his head towards the guest chairs, he continued to type.
Any polite person who wasn't out to make a point would simply take my hand and give me his first name. Clearly Parker Joseph wasn't on the Jenny train.
He hadn't even looked at Vivia yet. Knowing who this guy really is, I knew his attitude was about to change big time.
Vivia and I sat in the proffered chairs and worked our leg crosses to the hilt, each of us sliding our nylons together aggressively, going for maximum
swish
.
Not looking up from his computer, Joseph asserted himself from his first word.
"Jack Connors from upstairs told me the client had picked you two for their new campaign. He's asked me to receive the two of you and to...get you organized. But first, there are a few ground rules. I expect you to follow them exactly or your time here will be very short. Frankly, I expect that result anyway."
Here it comes.
"Sure," I said brightly, a smile pasted on my face.
Joseph's eyes flashed up to me, then to Vivia. His confidence ebbed out of him like an over-filled balloon with a tiny leak.
Mr. Black Card is a depraved, horny sub who loves, loves,
loves
to be dominated by aggressive, tall, sexy women. He loves denial and does his best work on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. I taught him how to eat my pussy and to do it over and over and over until he got it right.
So he owes me. He just doesn't know it.
Not yet. I put that little treasure into the back of my mind. When I needed him, I'd lay him out and pluck him clean. Maybe even set up a little sting with a few slutty girlfriends of mine.
My mouth watered at the prospect of making this fucker kneel at my feet on more time. But this time, in the office.
I nearly waved in his face to pull his steady, lustful gaze away from Vivia. A bit of sweat had popped out on his brow and he shifted in his seat, probably an attempt to adjust the massive boner that had grown in his pants.
Vivia uncrossed and recrossed her legs, keeping her calves in full contact to maximize the
swish
. She smiled sweetly and licked her glossy lips.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
I knew Joseph would overcompensate to hide his lust for us. That wouldn't be a problem. I've handled a thousand guys like that in Eyes.
"Tell me, Miss Peters. This - this dress code business on the seventh floor yesterday. I don't want - and the senior executive has assured me we are on the same page here - we will not tolerate any antics of that nature here in Marketing. Do you understand?"
I deliberately took my time answering. From my upper-crossed thigh, I pinched a bit of nylon stocking and pulled it away from my skin, then let it snap back into place. Then again. And again.
Joseph got antsy, as I expected. He'd been expecting a quick answer. He knew we'd just been promoted from simple analysts to head of a major product launch in my case, and the face and body of the campaign for Vivia. He thought we'd be giddy, and oh so grateful for the opportunity. That we'd gush our assurances that we'd be good, that we're so honored and excited to be part of the team!!
And maybe, just maybe there'd a little something in it for him.
If that's what he was expecting, he was disappointed. I reached out to Vivia and took a lock of her hair in my fingers. "This, Mr. Joseph, is your new star. Miss Vivia Saracini's face, body, and fashions will be looking down at you from everywhere. When you commute, if you walk to this office through Times Square, Vivia will be watching. If you take the subway, ride a cab with the screen on, watch Spectrum TV, or Fox News, or MSNBC, if you read the New York Times with your Sunday yoghurt and coffee, glance at X, or Instagram, or pick up a copy of Vogue, my gorgeous partner here will be smiling back at you.
"Now, if Miss Saracini needs to be sexy for the part, our team needs to be sexy to create her campaign. Miss Saracini is the face and body of a sexy new fragrance line, and she will need to be surrounded by a Marketing team that thinks sexy, talks sexy, dresses sexy. IS sexy.
"Every member of my team, and I will hand pick each and every one of them, will be female, and she will be sexy. When I meet the people here on 44, I'll tell them what we're doing. You can block any volunteers to my team. That's your prerogative. Bit I don't expect to need many of them. I expect I'll have to recruit most of my own team from outside this company. And as I've said, my team will be all women. One hundred percent, ravishing, sexy, hot blooded, dominant female vixens. Because that is what we are selling, Mr. Joseph. We aren't selling perfume. We're selling confidence. We're selling sex. We are selling Vivia."
Joseph sat back and looked at me impassively. He tried to hide what he was thinking, but he failed. He knows I have a mandate from the client. He knows we have a huge budget to work with. So either the Marketing management gets on board, or they'll be left behind.
"Very well Miss Peters. I -"
"Call me Jenny."
"Very well - Jenny. I'll give you your rope. I'll even provide the tree branch for you to sling it over. But you will not disrupt my team, do you understand?"
"Whether or not your team feels disrupted, Mr. Joseph, depends entirely on them. Frankly, I don't need snowflakes for this campaign so if anyone's offended by what I'm going to say out there, well, they're better off not on my team anyway."
"All that may be fine, but I you won't find any women on my floor that meet your - criteria. The women in my department are -."
"You'd be surprised what's hiding behind that corporate veil you've so carefully built to suppress the women at PPMV."
Joseph sat back and studied me. I think this was his "I'm deciding your fate" stare. I'm sure it makes a lot of his underlings blurt out all kinds of stupid shit, but I'm strong believer in the old adage: The first one to speak, loses.
I didn't speak.
Joseph lost. "I have the boardroom booked for your interviews. But I have veto power. There are some people I absolutely need for my teams. You can't have them."
"Then just invite the ones you can spare. It won't take long."
"All right. Give me half an hour."
Joseph turned his back to us and flicked on his computer. We were dismissed.
After staring so intently at Vivia, I assumed he'd be making a quick trip to the bathroom first chance he got.
"What a cocksucker," Vivia said under her breath when I we walked out of his office onto the floor.
"Fuck 'im," I said. "Come on Viv, let's make some good trouble."
It seemed our reputations had preceded us. Several people, men and women, approached to say hello. All of them knew we were heading a new campaign for Contented Brands.
Vivia attracted a big crowd. Everyone wanted to see the face and body of the new Vivia line of fragrances. The sexiest woman I've ever known, in a Balmain bodycon minidress no less, she did not disappoint.
Everything about Vivia, and I mean
everything
, is sexy. Vivia IS sex. Even the answers she gave to the questions peppered at her were sexy.
"What's it feel like to go up in Times Square?"
"As good as it feels to go down on my boyfriend."
"I'm jealous. Who's your boyfriend?"
"Which one? I've got about twenty."
"That must keep you busy."
"It's not too bad. They always come for me."
"I love your dress."
"Me too. Can't wait to get out of it."
"Who styles your hair?"
"Nobody. I keep it shaved."
"How does it feel to be the face and body of a cosmetics line in your name?"
"My face feels great. It's my body that could use a workout."
"Vivia's a cute name. Is it short for Vivian?"
"Except for my skirt, I don't like anything too short."
"Do you feel lucky getting that modeling contract in just one meeting?"
"I'm used to getting lucky."
And so on. She was the hit of the floor. They couldn't get enough of my sexy funny girlfriend. But it was time to get down to business.
"Vivia and I have to get to the boardroom. Can anyone point us in that direction?"
One woman stepped close. "Come with me."
"She knows just what I need," Vivia giggled to general laughter.
Vivia's amazing. In a few short moments, she'd loosened up the whole floor and pulled them to our side. It gave me hope we'd find some of what we're looking for.
As we walked, my phone rang.
"Hello, this is Jenny."
"Jenny. Hi. It's Paul, Paul Clausen from..."
"Yes of course. How are you Paul?" I put my hand over the phone and mouthed his name to Viv.
The Executive Vice President of Contented Brands, Paul Clausen, is PPMV's biggest client. He's the driving force behind the launch of the new "Vivia" line of fragrances. He put me in charge of the campaign and made my girlfriend the face and body of the line. What nobody except Vivia and Summer knew was that my "perfume" was the result of Vivia Vabbing me with her femcum after sex. I always have her do that after I shower in the morning so I have her pussy scent infused into me all day.
Clausen fell in love with my perfume. He wants me to replicate it for production.
"Me, I'm terrific. Say, I'm on my own for the next week and next so I have nothing on this Friday. I was hoping you were free Friday evening. I'd like to go over some details of the campaign. Bat around some ideas."
I didn't hesitate. "Sure, Paul. I can do that. Did you have a place in mind?"
"There's a place in Soho, on Thompson I like.
Vive le Vin
."
"I know it."
"Say around 6:30?"
I put my hand over my phone and leaned into Vivia. "He wants to have dinner with me on Thursday. I'd like you to come."
Vivia nodded.
I uncovered the phone. "Paul, can you make it 8:00?" I wanted time for both of us to go home and change into something completely inappropriate.
"Sure, I can swing that."
"Great. I'd like to bring Vivia if you don't mind."
"Hmmm. I don't know. I was hoping you and I could..."
"Vivia and I share everything. She's with me now. She's quite - interested."
"All right. Eight o'clock it is. I'll see you Friday."
I punched off the phone and dropped it in my purse.
Vivia licked her lips. "Where?"
"Vive le Vin. It's a sexy little spot in Soho."
"I know that place. It's a dark, sexy spot. And it's near their corporate apartment."
"Yep. This may be the price of admission."
"You think we should fuck him so soon?"
I knew what she meant. Sometimes it's the denial that keeps them coming back. The promise of sex, the desperate urge to fuck the hottie. Once she caves, her leverage is gone. She's just another in a long line of tail he's lured into his bed with promises of a great career, fame, fortune, and fulfillment.
A promise that if paid for in advance, may never see the light of day.
Clausen is overconfident. He's used to having his orders fulfilled without question. He won't be subtle. He'll come right out and ask me to accompanying him to his corporate apartment. He'll make it clear the campaign, and my role in it, is dependent on sex. And because he has lawyers, he won't actually say that. His language will be more opaque. With double meaning. But the message will be clear: fuck him or fuck off.
It doesn't matter.
After fucking 500 different people in the last two years, and many of those multiple times, what's one more corporate hotshot? So long as I get what I want?
The most I've earned from a single fuck is $15,000. This one will be worth a hundred times that.
So it's a no brainer. Sure. I'll fuck him, no problem.
But I didn't want this to be a regular thing. That was the danger. That he'd like it so much he'd want it again and again and again.
There's no way I was going to be his regular tail. So I'd needed to play it smart.
"Viv, there's only one way to do it. Together, you and I are going to fuck his brains out. Give him the fuck of his life. Keep him our prisoner in that hotel room all weekend, feed him ED drugs to keep him performing and tag team him relentlessly. Fuck him so hard, so thoroughly, his sex life will be ruined for all time. Then deny him until the contract is signed.
"We're going to make Clausen our Sub. I'm going to teach you how to be a Dominatrix of the first order, my lovely slut. We'll dole out sex to him very occasionally, but only if he's a good boy, and only if there's something in it for us. Only if he gets on his fucking hands and knees and begs us for it. Use the promise of sex with us to mold him into our little fuck boy, who'll do whatever we ask, give us whatever we want, who'll beg to give us anything, if only we agree to another night. Just one more night.
"I want to get him under control sooner rather than later. We're going to find a way to film this. Maybe a hidden camera in my purse. Record our conversations. Get him to say what he wants. Make it clear it's his idea. Then if he threatens to renege on the deal, I'll show it to him. If we do this right, by Sunday evening he'll be our drooling lap dog. He'll be begging for us to dominate him. But if he resists, we'll just tug on that leash around his neck."
Vivia hugged my arm. "I love it. Even if we don't need the video, we'll have some great porn for the girls to watch at home."
"Consider it the first of a large and growing library."
***
At 6:15 that evening, Vivia and I met Summer in the lobby downstairs. In her micro miniskirt, glossy nylons, stilettos, and silk cami, Summer looked good enough to eat. As I leaned in to kiss her cheek, I was pleased at the scent of Vivia's pussy, still on her neck.
I winked at my blonde lover. "Fuck me, Viv. When you Vab someone, she stays Vabbed."
Summer flipped her hair. "No wonder I've been so horny all day. I nearly jilled off in the bathroom at lunch."
"What stopped you?"
Summer cast her eyes up and down Vivia's luscious form. "You really need to ask?"
Vivia stuck her nose in Summer's hair. "We have GOT to figure out how to bottle this stuff."
I snorted. "I don't know if the world could survive with your pussy scent in every bathroom."
"A population boom, that's for sure," Summer laughed.
Since my apartment is just a straight shot up the 6, only three stops away, we always take the subway. But that big soft bed in my apartment is too tempting. We wouldn't make it past the foyer before someone started taking off their clothes. But I wanted to talk strategy with my two lovers, and having a bed in the next room would be too tempting.
"Let's get a drink ladies. I have some ideas I want to blow past you."
"Mmmm," Vivia said. "I'll suck up any ideas you blow my way."
"I'd prefer to lick up your ideas," Summer said with a smile. "You know, take 'em for a spin around the world."
"Around the world, you say?" I laughed.
Vivia hugged my arm. "Do we really have to go for that drink?"
I thought about it. I really did. "Come on Viv. Let's go. Just a couple of drinks, maybe a little cock teasing, and talk this through. I've got some juicy ideas and I really need your input."
***
We sat around a high top table in the busy midtown bar. It was packed with the after-work crowd of businessmen and women, flirting, talking business, talking trash, men eyeing pussy, women gauging boyfriend potential, women looking for an anonymous fuck.
Of course several men had followed us to our high top table. It was only a matter of time before we would be interrupted. Probably less than five minutes.
I leaned into the middle of the table, inviting Summer and Viv to do the same. "I have some ideas for how to transform this piece-of-shit company we work for, and I need you to talk me out of them and convince me that I'm completely crazy."
"You haven't let us down so far," Viv said. "What's this sick stupid plan of yours?"
Summer leaned slightly into Vivia. "Hey Viv," she said softly.
Vivia turned. Summer was so close they brushed noses. Summer licked her fat lips and sighed. "Has it always been just pussy for you, honey?"
Vivia shot a knowing glance at me. She's the hottest, most overtly sexy woman I've ever met, and I worked the hottest VIP stripper sex club in Manhattan. Vivia oozes sex from her very pores. She's a stunner and I count my blessings every day she's in my bed.
"Oh, I love a good thick cock as much as any girl," she smiled. "It's just that...I've never met a man yet who could last inside me for more than 10 seconds."
At nearly six feet, plus heels, massively thick platinum blonde hair to her tiny waist, a face that could melt an iceberg, a perfect 34DD, a juicy full round bottom and legs so long and lean I can cum just looking at them, Vivia is the consummate sex goddess. She's that insanely hot. She drips sex through every pore of her body. Couple that with a relentless sex drive and a capacity to give and receive endless sexual pleasure, with pussy skills so good she can render me into a babbling gushing slut before I can kick off my stilettos, Vivia is a constantly horny orgasmatron in the flesh.
She smiled and cast her eyes down to my cleavage and back to Summer. "That's why I started getting interested in pussy. Used to be, whenever I'd meet a cute, husky guy, I'd drool thinking about how fast I could get into his apartment so he could fill me up and we could fuck each other senseless. But somehow I give off this vibe. Men just can't seem to hold back. They just attack. All they can do is pump and dump. And after they cum, most men are done. At least for a few minutes and that's buzz kill for me. I wasn't getting much out of the deal."
"Maybe it has something to do with you going absolutely wild when your pussy is attacked?"
Vivia laughed. "Yeah, there's that. When a man got his fat cock inside my pussy, my whole body would just go crazy. I was a wild, writhing, cum machine. There was no way these guys were going to last.
"What's worse, most men's pussy skills really suck. It drives me crazy, in a bad way. Girls are a lot more fun. And when I met Jenny, my pussy caught fire." Vivia leaned closer to Summer and brought her lips to the redhead's ear and spoke just loudly enough so I could hear. "Jenny's pussy skills are fucking out of this world. She's in another universe."
Summer swallowed. A hint of drool escaped the corner of her glossy lips. I couldn't wait to find out how wet Vivia was making her.
Soon.
I took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. I had two gorgeous sluts staring at me, so desperate to fuck they were drooling. And I wanted to talk business. Go figure.
Inevitably, a group of men approached our table.
"Hey gorgeous," one of them said to Vivia. "My buddies here bet me I couldn't get you to talk to me. Want to use their money to buy you a round of drinks?"
"If I let you buy me a drink, will you leave me alone? Dickhead says what?"
"What?"
"Sorry I'm on a diet."
"Impossible. You're perfect."
"How did you know? As in, purrrrfect. I'm on a pussy diet."
"Maybe you could use a different kind of meal."
"Sorry," Vivia said, looking at Summer and me. "It's taken."
"Oh, this is a crime against all mankind!"
"Yeah, but womankind is on board all the way."
"Maybe there's room for a tomcat."
"The last one lost his balls."
"What's your name doll? I was having such an off day, but you've really turned me on."
"With a line like that, I'm not surprised."
"How about you surprise your girlfriends here and not go home tonight? You never know what you might like."
"What I don't like is needle-dicks interrupting a business conversation. Now run along and go bother someone else."
Vivia turned away from the guy who stood there open-mouthed. I looked at him and shook my head. "Not happening Deeter. We're a team."
Without a word, the three of them turned back to the bar.
"Okay, so here goes," I started. "You know I have authorization from upstairs to hire my own team, right?"
The two goddesses nodded.
"I figure I'll need a team of at least two dozen. I need creative, marketing, sales, customer service, contract admin, and someone to run the numbers. Make sense?"
Resigned to this boring discussion, PPMV's new dress code supervisor slipped her fingers into her crimson hair and propped her head in her hand, one elbow on the table. She fixed a stare on my tits and neck, never looking up. At least she was listening. Sort of.
Vivia noticed and perked up. "Sure, Jen, I got you. Twenty-four, twenty-five people. So what's your idea?"
"When I worked at Eyes Only, I knew a lot of girls who were working their way through university. Just like me. I took a year and a half off to strip and fuck my way to a Harvard MBA. I've met girls who were going to Columbia, paying tuition and residence with their pussies. Eyes isn't the only one. As the top-earning VIP girl there, I got plenty of invites to other clubs. Oh sure, they've all got their share of skanks. But every one of those clubs had at least a couple of gorgeous sluts who were stripping for tuition.
"Those are the girls I want. The VIP girls. The sluts. I want dedicated, horny, skilled pussies. I'm going to have an all-woman team of experienced, horny whores. So instead of fucking for tuition, they'll turn their skills to more - lucrative pursuits. If they're willing to dance, strip, fuck and suck for tuition, they'll do it for me and the start of a lifetime career. Think about the older men, businessmen, the decision makers, titans of business. My sluts will show them no mercy. PPMV's contract re-sign numbers suck. I'll put the hottest, most aggressive whores onto Client Retention. That team is going to suck those numbers right the fuck up."
"So no men."
"Can you imagine a man inside that group of harlots? It'd be a feeding frenzy. They'd have their way and leave him a twitching, spent husk."
"Well, you'd have a pretty long list of applicants."
"Jenny's right," Summer said. "No men. We can't have all the conflict that would bring."
I sat back and raised my glass. "So what do you say, girls? Wanna help me recruit the smartest, most educated, sexiest whores in the city?"
Vivia licked her lips and grinned. "We're gonna need a bigger bed."
I laughed at the movie reference. "So what do you say? Is my idea absolutely fucking crazy?"
Summer straightened up and smiled. "Totally, fucking insane. The place will be chaos. Old PPMV will fire our asses and every slut we recruit will turn out to be only that - a horny fuck machine with no business sense."
"So you're saying..."
"So I'm saying, abso-fucking-lutely YES! Let's do it. Let's shake it up. This will be the greatest office revolution since the miniskirt."
"Excellent. Tomorrow night, the three of us are going on a field trip."
"Won't the Eyes Only management object to you stealing their best whores?"
"Hmmm. I have an idea. Viv, Summer, you can look pretty slutty, can't you?"
"Gee thanks," Summer said.
"Not what I meant. You two can pose as strippers from another club. From out of town. So you're checking the place out. Gives us an excuse to talk to all the educated sluts."
"So we're gonna transform them from sluts to sirens?" Vivia asked.
"If we're successful, we'll recruit a few sluts for our team and maybe we can sprinkle a few more around the company. Wouldn't that be fun?"
"It IS a fucking revolution," Viv said.
"Or a revolution in fucking," I said with a grin.
***
After another exhausting night, Vivia and I showered together, while Summer lay back on the bed. She was in a sort of fugue state of sexual arousal, having been the center of attention of Vivia's and my tongues for the last couple of hours. She was babbling incoherently, while streams of drool dripped off her lower lip, down her chin and onto her breasts. As she stared at the ceiling, unseeing, both of her hands were gently working on her pussy. Three fingers of one hand were buried deep inside her vagina, while her index and middle finger of her other hand swirled around her clitoris.
It was so erotic watching her cycle through her orgasms. She wasn't moaning, or rolling around the bed, or anything like that. She just lay there, staring, unseeing, manipulating her pussy until she came, which she did silently and gloriously. Then she'd relax for a few moments and start it all over again. She'd masturbated like this the whole time Vivia and I were showering and getting ready. She must have cum four or five times by her own hand. Basically equaling her score from last night from the ministrations of Vivia and me.
Summer's the horniest, most orgasmic woman I've ever met. She's relentless. Once she gets going, she keeps coming after you. She just doesn't stop.
As she's said, no man can truly satisfy a woman like that.
I'm so glad Vivia and I welcomed Summer into our bed. She's an absolute cum machine, a sex goddess of the highest order, a pure slut. The perfect person to head up the new dress code department for the staid old-boys club that is Poulsen Pendergast Masterly & Vonn.
But Summer can do more than just take it. A lot more. For the second night in a row, she fucked me brainless, this time with a big, fat vibrating dildo she brought from her apartment. She had me cumming like a freight train as she pounded my pussy relentlessly with the dial turned to ten, while I made out with the gloriously gorgeous and sexy Vivia.
Nearly ready to get dressed, I slipped over to Summer and sat carefully on the bed. She turned towards me and swept her brilliant auburn hair away from her face with open fingers. She fixed a look on me that spoke volumes.
"Summer, baby. We have to go. Come on now, honey. Let's get you dressed and ready."
Summer didn't move. She lay on her back, sunk deep into the pillows. A thin white sheet covered half her body from one knee to just under her breasts. Her legs were spread apart and the sheet had taken her form, outlining her pussy and up the curves of her hips to her tummy. She reached towards me with both arms; her expression was dripping with desire. She licked her lips slowly, and when she retracted her long narrow tongue, her lips glistened in the soft light of the bedroom lamp.
"Jenny?" Summer said, her voice distant and soft. "Jenny honey? Make me cum, just one more time. Please baby? I need to cum again. Just one more. Pleeeeeeeease!"
I let out a deep breath. We didn't really have time for this.
But.
She was so sexy. So horny. So very needy.
I laid my near hand on her far hip and leaned down for a gentle kiss. I'd planned to promise her a long, luxurious evening of beautiful orgasmic sex. That Vivia and I would finally sate that incredible capacity she has for orgasm upon orgasm upon orgasm. That we would find a way to finally break her.
That was my plan.
Yeah right.
If there was any breaking to be done, Summer was the one determined to be doing it. In one fluid motion, she folded her arms around my neck, pulled me to her perfect body, kicked the sheet to her feet, and rolled me onto the bed. Before I realized what was happening, Summer had snared me, fully prone on top. Her arms and legs were wrapped around me. She'd enclosed me into her body like a Venus fly trap.
Her fat juicy lips found that soft sensitive spot on my neck that turns me into a quivering pile of jelly. She licked and suckled my skin, and her touch was so delicious, so knowing, she made me squirm from my neck to my pussy, all the way to my toes.
I definitely think she could make me cum just with her mouth on my neck.
I think that was indeed her plan.
"Summer, baby, yes. Yes, yes, yes. Let me eat you, honey." I pulled her mouth from my neck and looked into her eyes. "Baby doll, let me suck on your perfect little pussy. You can cum on my face. Okay?"
Summer's face was a mask of pure lust. All she could manage was a couple of short nods, pursing her lips in anticipation.
Her arms and legs relaxed, allowing me to crawl down her body to pursue my orgasmic mission. I paused at her sweet round breasts and gave her erect little nipples a few tentative licks. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around, lavishing it with loving attention. Covering my teeth with my lips, I bit down gently. Summer arched her back off the bed and gasped with pleasure as I swirled my tongue around the squeezed nipple, knowing this drives her insane with lust.
She pushed the outside of her other breast into my cheek, signaling her need. I gave that breast the same treatment while rolling the first nipple between my thumb and fingers.
"Oh, oh, oh Jenny. You're going to make me cum, you evil slut. Oh I love this, I love this, I
love
this. Oh Jenny baby, please don't stop. You can do it. Make me cum baby. Right there. Make my tits cum, oh yes, yes, yes."
She lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs under my arms and her arms around my head, trapping my face on her glorious breasts. As I licked and sucked her closer, she squeezed and released her legs.
Squeeze and release. Squeeze and release.
She was driving her clit into my tummy, rubbing it around and around as I continued to lavish her breasts with my lips and my tongue.
"Mmmm, baby Jenny, oh that feels soooo nice. Oh yes more, more, more. Oh yes, baby doll I'm going to cum for you. Oh yes keep doing that. Keep, keep, keep doing exactly what you're doing. Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh."
I moved rapidly between her breasts. With hands on either side of them, I squeezed them together, pushing her nipples just inches apart. I swirled my tongue around and around and around; her nipples were rock hard in my mouth. Immune to pain now, her nipples were so hard, so erect, so incredibly prominent, I bared my teeth and bit directly on one, then the other while drawing them into my mouth with every bit of suction I could possibly manage.
"Oh FUCK, JENNY FUCK! That's it baby! Yes, yes, yes, YEEEEESS!!! Cuuuuummmming, cumming, cumming, cumminnnnnngggg! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yes!"
Summer locked her ankles together for leverage and squeezed those long, magnificent legs around my ribs, jamming her pussy up into me while squeezing her arms around the back of my head, mashing my mouth into one breast with the incredible force borne of sheer, utter lust.
Her entire body shook and vibrated as she came all around me. I was just a passenger to her violence, my only goal now to survive without too much bruising so we could live to fuck another day, another hour. Another moment.
By now I was beyond horny. Trapped inside this stunning sexual creature, smothered in her magnificent breasts, I nearly lost it right there. I needed, desperately needed her magic.
"Summer!" I pleaded. "Summer!"
The light returned to her eyes as the redhead recovered from her orgasm and focused on my face. "Uh huh?" was all she could manage.
"I need that magic tongue inside me baby. I need, need, neeeeeed your tongue, baby doll."
Instantly Summer rolled me over and took the upper position. I always marvel at her capacity for sex. She never tires, never fails.
It was her tongue that I needed now. That tongue. Vastly better than any of the hundreds and hundreds of cocks my pussy has used up, Summer's tongue is eerily long and flexible. Perfectly designed for pussy, her tongue can lick the bridge of her nose and she can roll it up like a carpet. Sometimes at work she would do this in front of me when no-one was watching. An evil grin would be plastered on her face, knowing the effect the mere sight that mutant tongue has on me. More than once I've had to stagger to the bathroom and jill myself off after Summer teases me so with that alien tongue of hers.
She pounced on my breasts, swirling and curling that tongue around my nipples. I've got more than a double handful there and she spent a generous amount of time getting them soaking wet and ready for more.
But I needed her at the main event and NOW. I pushed down on the top of her head, signaling my want. Like a cobra in heat, she flew down my body, spread my legs apart with a firm thrust of her hands and drove that tongue up, up, way, way, waaaayy up inside my pussy.
"Aaagggh!" I screamed. No preliminaries, no clit play, just a rough fast fucking with that tongue. In and out, in and out, over and over and over she stroked me with four inches of firm, narrow, hard, wet tongue.
I was getting there very, very quickly.
The redheaded goddess kneeling at my pussy retracted her tongue and pushed her fat juicy lips onto my swollen, needy clit. Her soft wet lips gummed all around my needy nub, building me, mercilessly molding me into her personal squirming, pulsing slut.
"Oh fucking hot sweet Lilith, Summer! You're a magician. Oh fuck nobody can do that. Nobody, nobody, oh fuck keeping doing it. Keep, keep, oh please don't stop honey."
She did stop, choosing instead to slide that incredible sex organ back into my snatch, this time to curl up, up, right up into that orgasmic G-Spot. She swept the tip of that tongue forward and back, forward and back, while her upper lip mashed into my clit, brushing it back and forth, driving me absolutely, completely, totally, unbelievably FUCKING INSANE WITH LUST!!!
I grabbed the back of her head to keep her connected, rolled her over onto her back, spread my knees apart and pushed my cunt into her face, and all the while Summer never let up, never stopped curling that incredible magic tongue along my G while I mashed my swollen clit into her face.
My whole body was into the fuck now. I rutted into that gorgeous face, using it to maximize my pleasure, desperately stroking and pulsing into her. And she stayed with me. This tireless goddess of orgasms, she stayed with me, with me, always with me.
"Fuck, I'm cumming baby!" I screamed. "Here it is. YES!"
The pressure deep inside me built and built and built. A wet surging flood filled me up and burst forth, gushing out my femcum, bathing my lover's face in a warm sweet bath of my female juices.
This was it. This is D-Vabbing in the extreme and Summer's mouth is open, taking as much of it as she could manage. With each glorious orgasmic spasm, another gush pulsed into her, drowning her in my liquid lust, soaking her face and breasts as my whole body shook, overcome with the full-body orgasm borne of Summer's insanely long, magical, curling tongue.
And still she did not stop.
Sex with Summer is transcendent. Not only because of her tongue, but because even after my orgasm, she keeps coming and coming and coming, and she does not fucking STOP until I beg for mercy, and even then she knows me, knows that I can take ever more. She knows my body better than I know it myself because where I would stop, where I would take a minute, she presses on with that eager inventive tongue, wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of my writhing, squirming body.
But.
But we'd just cum, violently. All of us were Vabbed. And we absolutely
had
to go. I fell across Summer's body, gasping for breath.
Vivia came into the room, having just finished one of her epic showers. I'm sure she masturbates in there pretty much every time. And so she had no idea what Summer and I had been up to.
"Whatcha'll doin'?" she said, drying the massive wild tangle of her glorious waist-length platinum blonde hair.
"Viv," I said, panting. Come here and get some."
She knew what I meant. Instantly she dropped the towel. Bounding over to the bed, she dove for my pussy and swished her face all around, driving the tip of nose into me and getting herself as wet as she could manage.
But we had to go.
We've got meetings. A client to see. A chemist appointment to make. A recruitment plan to build. People to interview.
The sexiest woman I've ever known looked into me with her big blue eyes and licked her lips. She glanced over at Summer and winked.
I melted.
Vivia does this to me.
Every. Fucking. Time.
~~
Josie's Notes
Next chapter, the women go recruiting to find some sluts to join the team. And where better than Jenny's old haunt, the Eyes Only sex club?
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"nylons",
"lesbian sex",
"female dominant",
"office sex",
"public",
"older man",
"seduction",
"slut",
"romantic",
"bisexual"
] |
Landlords Turned Neighbors: Forgive
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https://www.literotica.com/s/landlords-turned-neighbors-forgive
| 4.26 | null |
Gay Male
|
"Hey Sailor. Been a good minute since you've been over here, or us over there. We've got just one question," Jon texted.
"Are we still eligible to make you cum?"
I'd been home three weeks from the last underway prior to deployment when I got that message. I was on leave, partaking in a 16-day break of which it was day four, when Jon sent me the message at 9 p.m.
"Tomorrow morning we expect to see you naked, and in bed waiting for us," he added.
My dick raged hard while reading, but I was on a hiatus, a break from both of them since I got word Tank paid them visits. Tank admitted his guilt of fooling around with them in an email message, and I could admit I was angry, but I had to think on things to realize that either of these dudes were my partners. We had a business relationship that crossed into friendship, then sex once the two of them noticed I liked getting my dick sucked.
"Deak we miss you, son," Larry messaged.
I assumed they kept themselves up some nights. Maybe they thought we were more than friends, or friends with benefits. I wasn't sure, and knew that in a short time I would be out to sea for at least eight months, and didn't need any complications.
"Good morning, stud," read a text message from Jon.
I woke up to pee, climbing out of bed, and walking to the bathroom to cut on the light when the message popped. I returned to bed and rolled over to the nightstand to see my phone lighting up with his message.
"It's early," I replied.
"And we're horny," he messaged. "Unlock the door for us."
I giggled, and replied:
"I need a shower, Jon."
"No you don't. We both cleaned up and we're coming over," he said.
I was mired in my funk from a day before, naked to the touch and ready by their temporary standards. I got up to unlock the doors, then waited in bed while playing Tetris on my phone. My mind was wandering to how this all started, and how the two of them first had their eyes on me. In hindsight, they didn't need the money for they had multiple occupied properties and lived with hefty pensions, so I was bonus, the chocolate bonus as they both donned my cock "the candy bar." I continued to play and 10 minutes after Jon texted me, I heard the doorknob being turned, and it opened to allow their dark silhouettes to show.
"Hey stud," I heard Jon say.
He came over to my right side, with Larry to my left to show they were both butt naked.
"We came through the backyard," Jon said before he grabbed my phone. "Put it down, we've got something better."
He took off his glasses and began kissing me, while smelling fresh from the shower. Larry was kissing the left side of my face, and I would break away temporarily from Jon, to plant my lips to his. I felt their hands worshiping my body with Larry tugging on my left nipple, and Jon rubbing my balls. My prick was at a standstill being fully erect, and ready for whatever was to come.
"Shall I do the honors," Larry asked.
"You sure can," Jon said as Larry ran his tongue down my left side, and landed it on the tip of my cock.
"You been over here going without. On the ship going without," Jon whispered. "You are our man, you copy that, Sailor?"
We both chuckled before Larry increased the pressure on my shaft, and I moaned.
"That's what its all about," Jon whispered before we French kissed.
The sensation of Larry blowing me, coupled with Jon's passionate kissing sent chills through me. Larry gave my throbbing cock a break only to go low and slide his tongue up and down my ball sack, then around the circumference while he tickled my pubes. I looked down to see Jon's right hand at the back of Larry's skull, with him putting his lips, then the tip of his teeth to my right nipple to keep me aroused. I tried to escape their grasp and Larry dug his nails into my outer thighs to keep me intact while they pleasured me.
"How's it feel, buddy?"
"Wonderful, Larry," I said as I replied to his inquiry.
"Can I eat your ass," he asked.
"I'm not the freshest right now," I responded before Jon required him to do it.
"I do it with pleasure," said the frisky grandpa, and Jon would let go of my nipple to wiggle down between my legs and join him.
Jon grabbed a pillow before moving, and forced it under my lower back while I spread my legs wide. I'd feel Larry's tongue in my hole, and immediately clenched, for I was embarrassed feeling I didn't smell minty fresh.
"You're fucking kidding, we love your scent," Jon said before he sucked my balls.
I didn't expect to get with this duo again after figuring they found their toy in Tank. The thought of them "double teaming" me like this was even further from my mind, as they provided a gust of pleasure to where my toes curl, and I wailed like a wounded dog. The two of them, the landlord couple, devoured me as if I was breakfast, licking, sucking, and even penetrating when Larry dug his tongue in me.
"Love tasting your sweet ass," Larry grumbled.
"And I love sucking these big, black balls," Jon uttered.
Their moans, and sounds of feasting caused droplets of precum to roll out of my cock. I was trying my best to refrain from jerking, but they were out of control, handling me like their personal snack as they made love to me orally. Jon knew how to perfectly craft his lips to inhale my nuts, and Larry's skills in curling that tongue had my man cunt dancing uncontrollably. I tried not beating my meat, but the urge to cum was strong.
"Thaaaaat's it," Jon said. "Stroke that big boy cock."
He continued working my nuts while Larry briefly came up for air, then dove in again as I rubbed myself. Intimacy mixed with emotions based on how good it felt, and I closed my eyes while feeling them feeling me, only to feel the eruption occur.
"Oh my God! I'm gonna cummmmmmm," I wailed before my seed began to rise.
Jon put his lips to my tip at the right moment, while Larry removed his head from my ass. My body shivered while Jon squeezed my shaft with his lips, then moved upwards as he kept his lips around my cock.
"Gimme some," I heard Larry say, then he reached over to Jon to kiss, the two of them moaning for they claimed to love my flavor.
"There was no fucking way we could go another day without you," Jon said. "We're sorry."
I accepted their apology, but reminded them they were only loyal to each other, and not me. I was merely a Sailor, a Sailor who was their customer, a Sailor who was their customer, and with a big, black dick.
"Nothing more, nothing less," I told them.
They both kissed me on the cheeks, and quickly left the room the way they came before I fell asleep, satisfied in knowing I had the best landlords around.
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"swallowing",
"threesome",
"oral",
"interracial",
"rimming",
"blowjob",
"bbc",
"latino",
"snowballing",
"landlords"
] |
The Perfect Family Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-perfect-family-ch-02-1
| 4.61 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
The Perfect Family Chapter 2
Seven the next morning Janey was on my doorstep. Still dressed demurely but I quickly noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. I'd bet my last dollar no panties either.
'Good morning, sir,' Janey said. 'I hope I'm not too early or late.'
I just smiled, stood back and let Janey pass, reaching down to feel her backside. I was right, no panties.
'How are you today?' Janey asked.
I ignored the question, closing the door and pulling Janey in close to me, kissing her hard on the mouth, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I cupped each of her ass cheeks. They were firm but soft at the same time. Fuck, she had a great body.
Holding her close I asked her what her husband had said after yesterday. Janey looked up at me, eyes bright.
'He didn't say anything,' Janey answered.
'Really?'
'Yes, really. We, we haven't had relations for some time now. My husband has problems.'
Was I really the first she had outside of marriage? I wanted to ask more but let it slide. I was going to ask about her cock sucking skills though. Taking Janey by the hand, I led her into the kitchen, sat down at the table and pulled her in front of me.
'You said yesterday that mine was the first cock you had ever sucked. You certainly knew what you were doing though.'
Janey blushed and looked away. I lifted her chin, making her look at me.
'Well?'
'This is, this is embarrassing. I looked online, watched videos and practiced on, oh, must I say?'
'No, it's fine. I believe you,' I answered, my mind wandering what she had been using as a replacement dick.
'My life had become sterile I suppose you could call it, with my husband losing all interest in me. Not like it was anything I experienced with you yesterday. Oral sex was something I, we, never did. Yesterday though, oh my god, I couldn't believe how good it was. You tasted, you tasted and felt so wonderful in my mouth. And when you put your tongue in me? I thought I would die from pleasure.'
I took her hands and slowly pulled Janey down, so she was kneeling in front of me. She stopped talking, undid my pants and pulled my cock out, licking the tip, getting the first taste of me for the day.
'Thank you, sir, I was up very early thinking of nothing else,' Janey said before starting to suck as much of me into her mouth as she could.
'Just relax your throat. You won't be able to get it all in today but gradually you will be able to manage it.'
Janey moaned, mumbled something into my cock and started licking from tip to bottom. She then grabbed my balls with both hands, tenderly rubbing them, exploring, squeezing, all the time sliding her tongue up and down my now rock-hard shaft.
I reached down, undid Janey's top, freeing those fabulous tits of her, rubbed each nipple between my thumb and forefinger, hearing her moan as I did. Was I happy with the blowjob or should I fuck her?
I decided to sit back, let her enjoy my ten inches. She was bobbing up and down now, one hand wrapped around me, the other working on my balls. I felt that tingle run through my testicles, let out a grunt as I started cumming. I was dumping quite the load into her willing mouth, and I must give her credit she didn't stop swallowing, not missing a drop.
Janey finally pulled away, licking her lips, a smile on her face.
'Did I do well? Was it a good blowjob?' Janey asked earnestly.
'Fuck yes,' I answered. 'You were wonderful,' I replied as I reached forward and pulled her up onto my lap.
'How is your pussy this morning?' I asked as I ran my hand up her skirt noticing Janey blushing. 'Why are you blushing?'
'It's just, well I've never thought of my vagina being called anything other than that.'
'Do you like it to be called a pussy?' I asked as I slid my fingers into her.
'Yes, yes, sir I do,' Janey replied gasping. 'I, I like it when you call it a cunt also.
It was red raw yesterday; the outer lips were so puffy.'
'A well fucked cunt is usually like that. I didn't go easy on you. Show me.'
Janey stood, undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.
'Sit on the chair,' I said. 'Spread your legs.'
Janey sat down, opened her legs lewdly, revealing her cunt. As she said it was red, her labia puffy, I could see drops of moisture on her lips.
'Yes, I can see,' I said quietly as I slid a finger into her.
'It had been so long, I ached all night, but it was such a wonderful ache. Please, I don't want you to go easy on me ever,' Janey said panting as I alternatively worked her pussy then her clit.
Janey let out a long moan, leaned back into the chair as she orgasmed, her fuckhole squirting its juices all over my hand. I pulled my hand away, offering it to her. Janey greedily sucked on my fingers, licking up every bit of her cunt juice.
'I've never tasted myself before,' Janey said as she pulled her blouse open, exposing herself fully to me.
'Do you like your own taste?'
'Yes, sir, I do. I want more. Is it permitted for me to touch myself?'
I nodded as I watched the fifty-year-old mother of three, work the fingers of her left hand into her dripping pussy, her right hand slowly rubbing her enlarged clit.
'I had done this before,' Janey said panting. 'But years and years ago, before my daughters. Oh, I've missed it,' Janey said as she moaned, her pussy tightening around her fingers as she came again. I watched as she pulled her fingers out, licked some of her juice off before offering them to me.
I slurped at her fingers, savouring the wonderful taste.
'I've got work to do this morning,' I said after Janey pulled her fingers away.
'Oh. I'm sorry sir,' Janey said staring to stand, reaching for my pants. 'I'll just get you dressed then myself and go. Will you require me again today?' Janey asked as she pulled my trousers up and did them up before reaching for her own clothes and started to dress.
I smiled, she was eager, I had to give her that.
'This afternoon, bake a cake and we can have cake and coffee together.'
'Yes, sir, yes, I can do that. Is three o'clock convenient?'
'Perfect,' I answered as I watched Janey continue to dress. Was I interested in her cake? No, but it was just another degree of control I wanted to have over her.
'One more thing Janey.'
'Yes, sir,' Janey said as she faced me.
'Im interested in finding out more about your daughters. I'd like to fuck at least one of them.'
If Janey was shocked by my comment, she didn't show it.
'I understand. I'm sure you would like someone younger than a fifty-year-old.'
'I'm not so sure about that,' I replied. 'You are one hell of a fuck. I just thought that maybe one of your children might enjoy some fun.'
Janey looked at me closely. Had I gone too far?
'Would, would you like me to be present? I could help,' Janey said biting her lip.
'Have you got a daughter in mind?'
'Yes, sir. I think my middle girl Anne would like to try. She is 22. Is that a good age for you?'
'She sounds perfect, how do you know that she would like to try?' I asked intrigued.
'We speak, she has expressed some frustrations in meeting, oh, well, meeting someone. I just know that she is submissive. Very much like I am with you,' Janey said looking embarrassed. 'I'm not normally, normally so compliant. But with you, when I met you, I just knew, I just knew that I had to give myself to you. I had seen you around the neighbourhood and oh, well, I just found myself tingling. Tingling in places that hadn't tingled for some time. I'm sure Anne would be the same.'
'I'd like to meet Anne then,' I replied reaching for Janey and pulling her close.
"I'd like to fuck both of you together. Would you like that?'
'Yes, sir,' Janey replied meekly. 'I could, I could bring her over this afternoon. She will be home at twelve.'
I could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
'It's made you excited,' I said.
'Yes, so excited,' Janey whispered.
'Come with me,' I said taking Janey by the hand and heading towards my bedroom. Work could wait, Janey's pussy was on fire, and I was sure my fat cock could fix her problem.
Janey quickly undressed, sat on the edge of the bed and helped me out of my clothes.
'Where would you like me?' Janey asked as she stroked my hardening cock.
'On your back, legs dangling off the bed. I want to fuck that cunt of yours while I suck on your breasts.'
'Yes, sir,' Janey answered quickly getting into position, opening her legs like the slut she had become. I ran my now hard cock up and down her slit, she was wet, dripping, I pushed in all the way in one go, Janey screaming out yes as I slammed into her cervix, pulling back out and slamming in again. Janey was thrashing her head from side to side saying for me to fuck her harder. I continued my onslaught, leaning down to suckle on her nipples, chewing, biting, sucking, Janey cumming like a train repeatedly.
I found her so incredibly sexy, she was cumming over my cock and I was dumping my load into her before I knew it. I finally slid out, Janey hurried down and started to suck on me, licking, cleaning, moving to my balls, taking each one in her mouth, bathing them with her tongue.
She finished kneeling in front of me. I reached down put two fingers inside her, coating them with the sticky mess that was flowing out of her, pushing them into her mouth, Janey eagerly sucking up our combined mess.
'Can I, can I do that please sir?' Janey begged as she reached down and put her own fingers into her battered pussy and pulled them out dripping with cum, licking her fingers clean.
I smiled a yes, reached for her breasts and started to squeeze each nipple, Janey was whimpering, confused, wanting to enjoy my work on her tits but at the same time not wanting to miss out on any of the cum that was flowing out of her.
She finally got as much out as she could, lent forward onto me, moaning softly as I eased my hands away from her breasts.
'Now I do have to get some work done,' I said quietly to Janey. 'First though you can wash me in the shower. Then be back at three with the cake and Anne.'
'Yes sir,' Janey said as she stood and headed to the bathroom, turning the shower on and returning to take me by the hand.
'Will this need cleaning?' Janey asked as she moved her other hand to my cock.
'The most,' I answered smiling.
I spent the rest of the morning working, catching up on reports and taking a quick nap, waking refreshed just before three. Right on time the doorbell rang. I wasn't sure what to expect but there was Janey with a cake and a very slight, but very sexy looking blond, nervously chewing at her lip, the same way Janey does.
'Come on in, here let me take that,' I said as I reached for the cake, making sure to brush my fingers across Janey's nipples that instantly hardened. No bra once more.
'Hi, I said. You must be Anne.'
'Hello, sir, yes I'm Anne.'
That simple greeting told me everything I needed. Anne knew why she had accompanied her mother, and it wasn't for a piece of cake and a cup of coffee.
'Let me put this I the kitchen, make yourself at home.'
I put the cake down on the table, chocolate of some type, then turned on the coffee machine. Maybe they would like a drink first? I felt Janey behind me, wrapping her arms around me and breathing in.
'I love your smell,' she said.
'I spun her around and kissed her, running my hands up her legs, under her skirt, finding her bare pussy already wet.
'You seem to be constantly dripping,' I whispered into her ear.
'I, I can't help it. I'm so aroused.'
'What about Anne?'
'She's prepared herself for you, the way I know you like it. She is very nervous.'
'Is she a virgin?' I asked quietly only to look up and see Anne standing in the kitchen.
I loosened the embrace of Janey and half turned towards her.
'No, I'm not. I've had sex twice before,' Anne said quietly.
I reached forward taking her hand, pulling her closer, looking at Anne closely. She was slight, no more than five-two, long blond hair, beautiful in a clean simple way, wearing a cropped t-shirt, her breasts smaller than Janey's but pert, her nipples straining against the fabric. She had on a short skirt, with a zipper at the front. I pulled her close in, kissed her gently, slowly undid her zipper, her skirt falling away.
I moved back to look. Her long coltish legs met at a perfectly bald pussy, a gorgeous mound with large flaps of skin hiding her clit. I gently slid my finger along her crack, It was wet, sticky, pulling my hand away I turned back to Janey whose face was flush, slowly rubbing my finger across her lips, giving her a taste of her daughter.
I kissed Anne again, this time accepting her tongue as she slid it into my mouth, sucking on it, running my hands up her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing, drawing my hands back and pinching her nipples, her moans loud, desperate.
'Take Anne into the bedroom,' I said to Janey. 'I want both of you naked.'
I watched mother and daughter walk out of the kitchen, hand in hand, slowly following them, stood at my bedroom door, watched as they undressed each other, both sitting on the end of the bed, side by side. Their white skin was glowing, both had flushed faces, both cunts wet, Janey's legs were open, her pussy lips swollen still.
I walked towards them, pulling my shirt off, feeling hands at my pants, undoing them, sliding them down.
'It's so big,' Anne said as I felt two pairs of hands fondling my penis. 'Mother you were right, oh, it feels so good.'
'Taste it,' Janey said. 'You see that wetness on the tip. It's his precum, it's sweet, lick it, slide your tongue into his slit.'
Anne lent forward tentatively taking a small taste, moaning and licking more, working her tongue into my now leaking slit.
'I told you,' Janey said. 'Now take his head in your mouth, use your hands on the rest of him, fondle his heavy balls like I explained to you.'
It was evident Anne hadn't been practising like Janey had been, but I wasn't about to complain, especially after Janey's mouth joined her daughters, licking and sucking up and down my shaft, each girl caressing every part of my dick and balls.
I moved away, laid on the bed, Janey didn't hesitate, taking me into her mouth, bobbing her head up and own, fisting me, rubbing my balls. I pulled Anne close, kissing her, sliding my fingers into her dripping little hole. She was tight, as tight as I'd ever felt. Her juices were thick, sticky, her clit was hard, pushing out from the folds of her cunt lips, Anne groaning into my mouth each time I rubbed it.
I told Anne to get up and sit on my face, facing her cock sucking mother. Anne straddled me, slowly dropping that perfect innocent pussy of hers down onto my mouth, calling out FUCK as I drove my tongue into her.
Anne bent forward, exposing both holes. I didn't wait, running my tongue from her pink little rosebud to the top of her fuckhole and back again.
'Oh, oh,' Anne whimpered. 'Oh, no one has ever done that to me before.'
It was evident that both mother and daughter liked their asses being stimulated, the moans louder as I stuck my tongue as far into her little bottom as I could. I went back to work on Anne's pussy and slowly began to insert a finger into her anus.
'Oh, yes, yes, push it in, push it in further,' Anne called.
Janey stopped sucking to look up to see what was happening. The sight of her daughter getting her cunt eaten and her ass fingered made her gasp. She reached forward, took her daughters tits into her hands, slid her mouth over one nipple and started to suck.
'Oh, oh, oh,' Anne called out.
'I pulled my mouth away and told the girls to swap. Janey not hesitating to lower her soaking snatch onto my mouth, I rubbed my fingers around the edges of her cunt, getting them wet before sliding two fingers into her waiting ass.
Anne was climbing on top of me. I could feel her take my cock in her hand, sliding her pussy along the head. She dropped down, just enough for my head to slide into her young cunt. Anne grunted.
'Oh, oh,' Anne called out as she slid a little further down my cock. I had my mouth glued to Janey's steaming pussy, my tongue deep inside her, lapping up a continuous flow of her creamy cum. She tasted so good.
'Mother, mother, I need some help,' Anne called out. 'It's, it's way too big but I want it inside me!'
Janey rolled off me, lent down and licked my mouth clean, before moving to her daughter. Anne had straddled me, my cock about three inches in, her wetness was slowly seeping out of her, coating my thick cock.
'Help her off, get her on her hands and knees,' I said to Janey. 'Get your tongue into her pussy.'
Janey didn't hesitate as she positioned Anne, then dropped down onto her knees, diving into her daughters waiting hole. Anne let out a long low groan, as Janey licked and lapped at her daughter's tight hole.
I got behind Anne, Janey moving to the side and without being told, held my cock and started to rub the head up and down her daughter's glistening slit. I slapped Annes ass cheek, eliciting a small yelp.
'Do it again,' Anne panted.
I slapped the other cheek, hard, leaving a red mark on her perfect white ass.
'More, harder. Please sir,' Anne moaned as Janey helped me to shove my cock into Anne's impossibly tight cunt.
I gave Anne five good slaps to each cheek, her butt now glowing red. Anne dropped her head onto the bed, moaning quietly into the sheets. I pushed further in, pulled back and pushed a little more. I was about seven inches in, three to go.
'Do you think she can take it all?' Janey asked, looking up at me.
'She's wet enough,' I answered as I drove the final three inches of fat cock into her, pushing well up into her womb.
Anne screamed out yes, yes, yes, as she came over my cock. I pulled half out then slid back in. She was opening nicely, her pussy spasming, being pulled nearly inside out as I withdrew.
Janey was working my balls, fondling, squeezing, licking, all the while fingering her own moist box.
'You, you can't cum in her,' Janey said, sensing the tightening in my sack. 'She's not on any protection. I've cleaned my other hole if you'd like to use that. I've put some lube in also.'
I was close, fucking Anne was like a dream, never had I felt a cunt so tight, so willing, so juicy, but I didn't want to breed her. Not yet anyway.
'Get up next to her, quickly,' I said to Janey who hurried into position, on her hands and knees next to her daughter, head down, both holes available.
I slid out of Anne, my cock slick with her sticky cunt juice. I gave Janey a few slaps on her ass, she cried out in pleasure. Anne moved beside me, watching open eyed as I slid my fat cock into her mother's asshole, not stopping until I was jammed all the way in.
'Oh, oh, oh sir, oh, I've never, oh,' Janey said before she started to cum.
Janey was moaning as I drove in and out of her ass, my balls slapping her cunt each time I rammed into her. Anne was beside me, kissing me, rubbing her body against me, licking my ear. I reached down and found her clit, rubbing at it roughly. Both mother and daughter whimpering like bitches on heat.
I pushed hard into Janey's stretched ass, my cock exploded, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her bottom. Finally pulling out, Janey's back hole gaping wide, cum oozing slowly out. On seeing her mother's stretched asshole Anne came again, squirting her juices everywhere, before collapsing back onto the bed next to her mother.
'Come and suckle me,' Janey said to Anne. 'Like when you were a baby.'
I watched as Anne took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it contently. Looking down I saw Anne's cunt. Her pussy lips puffy like her mothers, still gaping a touch, her thighs sticky with her juices. Janey opened her legs wide, rolled them back, showing me her ass, still opened, still leaking cum.
I was spent. I couldn't do anything more even if I wanted to. I was drained after cumming four times in a day.
'Tomorrow, tomorrow I want Anne early,' I said to them both. 'Then, I want you both in the afternoon, more time for you to recover Janey.'
'Yes, sir,' Janey answered as she laid back, enjoying Anne's mouth devouring her breast.
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"dominant",
"anal",
"incest",
"cocksucking",
"mature",
"submissive",
"cum swallowing"
] |
(Literally) Crazy For Step-Cousin
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https://www.literotica.com/s/literally-crazy-for-step-cousin
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Taboo/Incest
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A reader commissioned me to flesh out their real-world step-cousin fantasy. One of their wishes was for me to use their real names. Naturally, after sending them the original, I swapped the names before posting here. They had no issues with the story being shared.
Note: Contains morally ambiguous elements, dubcon themes, and some psychological undertones. Reader discretion advised. Proceed accordingly.
All the characters in this story are above the age of 18.
I'm a college sophomore. My parents mostly stay abroad due to work, and I live with Uncle Miles and his family—he simply wouldn't let me stay anywhere else. Uncle Miles... it feels weird even calling him that. For me, he has always been Miles, just Miles. As long as I can remember, he has always been like an older brother to me, forever supportive and caring. And that's why it feels even more immoral for me to harbor these feelings for his step-daughter.
Her name is Elyse. She entered my life when Miles remarried a couple of years ago.
Elyse doesn't have the prettiest of faces, nor the most jaw-dropping body, but still, even the thought of her makes me
feel
things. I feel electricity coursing through me just by talking to her. I lose all sense of time when she's with me. And even when she's not around me, the thought of her just stubbornly refuses to leave my mind.
In my ideal world, I'd want nothing more than to just sit idly with her and listen to her enchanting voice all day. Her voice feels bewitching, almost, when she says my name, gnawing at my sanity with each utterance.
People would think living under the same roof with someone you love is exhilarating. It's not. Not for me, at least. Living with her is nothing short of torment. Each day, I'm reminded again and again of the fact that I can't have her—I
shouldn't
have her—yet my unrelenting longing for her knows no bounds.
I don't think she's even aware of the inadvertent power she holds over me. My whole day is ruined if she doesn't say goodbye to me before going to school. My appetite is almost non-existent if I notice her being really bothered by something. And the worst of all: I feel like sinking into an endless, lightless void if I ever see her with Brian, her boyfriend.
Honestly, Brian simply looks like a deceitful fuck. Sooner or later, I might have to do something about him. And from the looks of what's happening tonight,
sooner
seems more fitting. He's been unusually chirpy with Elyse this evening. He even paid her a compliment... or maybe two? I wasn't able to hear them clearly over the absolute shitshow of a playlist this restaurant was playing. Anyway, I'm zoned in to their conversation now. He's talking about how he scored the greatest touchdown in the history of touchdowns. I've seen him play; the dude can't even catch a decent pass to save his life.
And moreover, Elyse doesn't even like football. It must be painful for her to hear all this crap.
But Brian, dude, come
on
. Why the fuck would you set up a date in a Mac D and talk about nothing but football? It's all good, though. She might dump him herself. I won't have to interfere then. Good.
I'm sitting a table away from them in the world's most obvious (though still efficient) disguise: a dark baggy hoodie, a cap, and a pair of black sunglasses. The tables are pretty close in this particular joint, so that's a plus. But as if sitting in a Mac D while looking at Brian wasn't already infuriating enough, I had to order one of their god awful burgers to blend into the crowd.
I keep sneakily stealing glances at their table and notice Elyse excuse herself to the restroom. She walks past Brian, and he turns to take a look at her ass. That creepy bastard.
He turns to the table again. He's looking oddly jittery now. I notice his eyes languidly darting across the room in suspicious strides; he's worried about something—rather, something he's about to do. Brian takes out a tiny white packet from his jacket and furtively empties its contents into Elyse's soda, quickly stirring and mixing with the straw.
As awful as the situation is, I'm kinda happy as I finally have a reason now. A reason to dispose of this guy. I get up, walk to his table, and sit before him. Brian has never seen me before, as is evident from his baffled expression.
"256 Birch Lane," I say.
"Huh?" manages Brian, all color seeped from his face.
"I just want you to know that if you do decide to run, I
will
find you there. At your
home
. And I'll be a lot less nicer then."
"...Who are you?"
"Who I am is irrelevant. What I
want
is all you should be concerned about."
He takes a moment. "And what do you want?"
"Just a friendly chat," I say, smiling. "Not here, though. Men's washroom."
Brian begins contemplating in distress. "What if I refuse?"
"Do you
think
you're in a position to refuse, Brian?" I get up and start toward the washroom. He's still anxiously sitting. "Donald wouldn't be very thrilled about what you did today," I say without turning, and I could almost hear him turning to stone.
"You know my—"
Abusive, alcoholic, army vet, and greatly disappointed with his son; that's Donald, Brian's father. I turn my head. "Yeah. And pretty soon he'll know too about what you did—drugging your girlfriend. Oh, that's nasty. But don't worry, Brian. I'm not a cop or anything. I'm not here to turn you in or cause you trouble. I just want to have a proper talk with you. Like gentlemen. About why you decided to do what you did."
I start toward the washroom again and finally hear his reluctant steps behind me.
The men's washroom is conveniently empty, but I don't want to take any chances. I take him to the corner stall and lock it from the inside. I remove my sunglasses—I want to enjoy the moment without any hindrance.
Brian's face doesn't hide a sliver of panic. "Are you gonna rape me?"
I chuckle and put my left hand on his shoulder. "You wish," I say and plant my right fist violently on his lower rib section, catching him off-guard and knocking all the air out of him. He retches frantically, his unsightly eyes dying to pop out of their sockets.
I don't give him the time to process the impact and hit him with another blow. Then another. And another. All on the same rib, and all with the same hatred. My punches thump bassier than Motörhead's kick drums. I look at his face: all red and ready to explode. I think it is the fifth blow I swing that does the trick—my bare knuckles feel tearing through his rib, finally cracking it. I hit the spot a couple of times more just to make sure. He flops on the toilet seat.
He's somewhat alive as meandering streams of tears trickle down his cheeks, and his almost lifeless eyes stare into the abyss. He wasn't noisy, though, I'll give him that.
"I think we're done here." I smile and bend to fix his shirt. "I already think it should be painfully obvious by now, but one more thing. If I ever see you even within a mile of Elyse again, just one broken rib wouldn't do justice then.
"Oh yeah, and I trust you'll reckon that absolutely
nothing
happened today, right? Cuz as awful as this place is, I'm kinda friends with the owner here," I'm not. "And I don't think you'd want the surveillance tape of you drugging a girl to see the light of day, would you now?"
As soon as I say the last sentence, something hits me.
Drugging a girl...
THE ROOFIE IS STILL IN ELYSE'S CUP. FUCK!!
I hastily unlock the stall and storm to the table.
What the fuck? That was too careless of me.
I take a sigh of relief when I get back to the table and see her seat empty. Thank god.
"Kasey?" I hear from behind.
I turn to see Elyse walking out of the women's washroom, beautiful as ever. She's wearing a grey crop top and a pair of blue jeans. Casuals. Hot. As she walks towards me, I notice her cadence to be a bit ragged. I look at the drugged drink—still full and unattended. "Surprised to see your brother at a freakin'
Mac D
?"
"But you hate it here." She knows me so well.
"Who knows, maybe I was stalking you?"
We both laugh. I love it like this. Just the two of us fooling around like idiots. What wouldn't I give for this to last forever?
But I notice something off again. Even in the laughter, her eyes seem somewhat heavy. What's wrong? Elyse stops laughing almost abruptly and rubs and squints her eyes, slowly at first, then chaotically. She looks around the place like she doesn't know where she is. I look at her knees, and they're shaking slightly.
"Kasey... why did they dim the lights so much? Ask someone to turn up the lights," Elyse says, blinking unusually.
What's she saying? The lights are fine.
Her body sways erratically, but she somehow composes her stature. She still isn't standing straight like usual. Did that fucker already drug her? But the drink is right there—
Aw fuck
. He must've already given her one pill when I wasn't looking. And when he saw it wasn't working, he tried to dose her with another one.
Fucking amateur!
You have to wait
at least
twenty minutes for the drug to take effect.
How fucking stupid can you be, you impatient piece of shit?!
I regret leaving him breathing, but I've gotta quickly take Elyse home for now.
The car reaches home, and I hop out to open her door. She has nearly passed out on the seat. I put her arm around my neck and get her up. We reach the door, but it's locked.
Ah, Miles and Anya's date night.
Elyse can't stay standing for long now, her body is almost as limp as a rag doll's. I ruffle my pockets to search for the spare key as her knees turn to jelly in a blink. I barely saved her from falling. This was risky.
I unlock the door quickly and cradle her in my arms. She's light. I can feel her soft body pressed close to mine. I carry her to her bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. She sleeps like a princess as I stand and take in the wickedly serene scenery. She looks so peaceful in her slumber. So pretty. So cute. So defenseless. So sexy—
The fuck am I thinking?
I shake my head to ward off the weird thought.
I notice her grey top had ridden up a little, revealing her navel. I can't leave her like that, can I? I bend and my fingers grab the seam of her top and attempt to pull it down, but it's stuck under her body. As I try to jerk it free, the tip of my thumb kisses her stomach. It feels soft.
I have to fix her top and leave
, I command my brain.
My thumb again kisses against her stomach, a little deliberately this time, delving slightly into her supple flesh.
I have to
fix
her top and
leave
.
Somehow, I find my hands shifting their grip from her top's seam to her naked waist.
What exactly am I trying to do here?
Elyse is still asleep. I would jump off a cliff right now if she was to wake up.
My eyes are fixated on her navel. It seems quaintly erotic. My hands slide down to the small of her back, and my arms instinctively wrap themselves around her abdomen.
This doesn't seem right.
But the temptation is too much to handle.
Should I really do something? She wouldn't even know, right? Aargh!
I feel an anger brewing inside me, but don't even know what I'm angry at.
Will I spend the rest of my life in regret that I could've done something with her, but decided not to? Or will I spend the rest of my life in regret still, regardless of whether I actually do something to her or not?
I can't think straight. But will I
ever
get a chance like this with Elyse again? I know the answer. And, however immoral it is, I decide to succumb to my desires.
I stick my tongue out and slowly bring it closer to her navel. It traces gentle yet hesitant circles around it. I taste sweat, lust, and desperation. My eyes look at Elyse's every few seconds—I am scared... and wickedly aroused.
I clearly should not be doing this, but my lips begin to grow impatient now, jealous of my tongue, maybe. They delicately start pecking the skin around her navel. Her softness against my wet lips is intoxicating. I kiss loudly now and run my tongue in the amorous crevice that is her navel. It is hot, slightly salty, but feels sweet regardless. I wriggle my tongue rampantly until a good part of the hollow is filled with my drool. I slurp my spit back from there and start again. I can feel my mind fading into a void.
Just then, her stomach twitches slightly beneath my mouth, barely a breathy flinch, but it momentarily pulls me out of the trance.
Maybe I heard a sigh—or was it a moan? I can't tell which, but it was something. A response.
I don't even know if she's awake... or if she's just lying still, letting it happen.
But this feels hot. Too hot. Though equally wrong... or does it? She was gonna get raped either way, right? Better me than that filth Brian.
No! What the fuck is going on in my head?! How am I any different from that asshole?
I'm different,
way
different.
I'm
not the one who drugged her. I love Elyse, I'll never do anything untoward to her. But I don't think I'll ever get a chance like this with her
ever
again; maybe I might as well savor this moment to my heart's content?
So I'm gonna become a rapist now? Raping my own step-cousin—raping Miles' step-daughter—while she's drugged and defenseless?!
The idea does seem tempting, though. And maybe she's enjoying it too? Her body isn't completely still... she even twitched and moaned a little, didn't she? I'm sure she's just shy.
Have I actually lost my mind, or is it just my fiendish lust talking to me?
While my mind is a whirlwind of conflict, I'm still religiously licking her stomach and navel. I retrieve my hands from her back, breaking the hug, and they crawl towards her breasts. Her bra acts as a rather sensual barrier, but my hands deftly slide it up. My fingertips touch her breast, softly poking it. I try to contain myself, I'm fervent beyond belief. The breasts I've been yearningly looking at for so long... finally within my grasp.
I slowly cup her breasts in my hands. They fit almost perfectly; just a tad bit too big. Each of my fingers delves into her satin-like, tender flesh. I feel a surge of blood rushing to my crotch. My hands begin to knead her chest now, my dick twitching with every squeeze. I try to be as gentle as possible, but I'm well aware of what I really want.
Have to be gentle. That's the least I can do...
Hmm? Am I already comfortable with the fact that what I'm doing is nothing short of rape? Ah, fuck it.
I notice that my mouth is partly open, drooling, and my eyes fixated only on her nipples. I cup one of her tits with both of my hands now, squeeze it, and open my mouth as wide as humanly possible. In one swift lunge, I advance my mouth and feast on her tit; her areola was fairly big, and I shamelessly gobbled all of it. My face is stuffed so deep in her chest, I'm suffocating on my own exhale hitting my face. I'm just like a horny dog unleashed.
My tongue tickles her nipple repeatedly, confirming its firmness with each flick. Her nipple is definitely hard.
Can she actually feel anything right now? Is she really feeling good?
Because I know I am.
I lose all track of time and sanity as I alternate my mouth between both of her tits, serving them equally. My growing cock is cramped in my pants, daring to tear through the fabric.
I fleetingly take a glance at her face, she's drooling a bit. She doesn't look good with drool on her mouth. I try to rectify the issue by bringing my mouth close to hers and licking off her saliva. Her spit is cold, yet it feels unexpectedly hot. My dick finally gives in and pops a raging boner.
I don't think I can wait anymore.
I unbutton her jeans and throw them away. She's wearing a pair of black laced panties. I grab and yank them off her shapely legs. Her panties were oddly damp, though I don't toss them before taking a couple of deep sniffs first. The faint slit of her labia sneakily peeks at me. I spread her limp legs apart and take a look at the damp folds of her femininity. I am pleasantly taken aback by the sheer wetness of it as alluring ribbons of her juices trickle down from her pussy to her supple thighs. I'm tempted to lick it first, but my dick is too pent up, getting the better of me.
I finally unsheathe my cock and bring it scantily close to the wet paradise. The head of my cock flirts with her clitoris, oozing precum.
Am I actually going to do this?
Come to think of it, how can this really be happening? When I woke up this morning, no amount of contemplation could have ever predicted I'd end up here.
I mean, of course, I'm excited. But should this really be happening?
No matter how many baseless excuses I come up with, this is wrong. Heck, what will Elyse even think of me if she ever finds out? That her brother is a heinous fiend who preys on helpless girls while they're drugged? No. This is
not
the way to go... right?
I try to think rational thoughts, but they lose logic by the second as I look between her legs—her pussy is too inviting, and my cock too weak to resist the temptation. Aargh. Only if that dickhead Brian hadn't put the roofie in her drink. I shake my head and pull my pants up.
But would you ever have had a chance this beautiful with Elyse then?
I hear in my head.
This is not me. It's the heavy Voice in my head that talks to me at times, whenever
it
deigns necessary.
Think, Kasey! No matter what you do for Elyse, no matter how nicely you treat Elyse, no matter whatever you sacrifice for Elyse... you'd never actually
get
Elyse, would you? And you're completely aware of it
, the Voice says to me in my head boldly, its tone inaudibly loud.
Listen, Kasey. And listen close. You're meant for great things. Far greater than this little predicament you think you have. And if you can not get those great things, what do you do? You snatch them by the fucking throat. And that is what you'll be doing tonight. Whatever has Elyse ever done for you anyways? How has she ever repaid your kindness, your love, your sheer devotion to her, huh? By going out with that dumbfuck Brian?
You see where I'm going with this, don't you? Whether she realizes this in her slumber or not,
you
need to know who's the one who calls the shots tonight. There should only be one answer in your head—fuck Elyse. Literally.
Is my vision swirling? Or am I just seeing things more clearly? The words I just heard are too powerful. I look around the room, almost dumbfounded, like I don't recognize my own home. I shake my head, and all my thoughts seem to displace and align in one direction suddenly.
I'm scared of what I'm about to do. I'm afraid of the person I'm about to become. Most of all, I'm terrified of hurting Elyse. But that Voice inside me is far more terrifying. If I don't act, I can't even begin to fathom the repercussions of its wrath. And honestly, I can't shy away from the fact that some—every—part of me wants this too.
I look down at my cock, still hard and roaring to go. I take a deep breath, then put my hand to Elyse's cheek and mumble under a sigh, "I'm sorry if this hurts..."
My eyes grow wide, my body shivers, every strand of hair rises and tingles, and even my ears twitch as I enter her soaked and vulnerable pussy. The warmth, I had expected; the stifling grip, I had not. My head is barely inside, yet the urge to gush cum right now is alarming. Is it just the tightness or my feelings for her that brought me this close to finishing? Or maybe it is the morbid elation of playing god with her, doing whatever I desire, however I desire.
I don't move an inch, and unsurprisingly neither does she. As tempting as it may be to thrust, I have to relax.
I take quick breaths to calm my unrelenting excitement. But the breaths turn to pants, the pants turn to gasps, and the gasps to grunts when, with agonizing impatience, I shove my whole cock inside Elyse and immediately spewe violent bursts of cum.
My whole body is shaking in disbelief. It's embarrassing, coming this soon. It almost feels like ending everything as soon as it started.
Fuck. Now how do I clean up this mess?
I look at Elyse, her angelic eyes still closed, and I feel an odd sense of triumph. Like the thing I had been chasing all these years is finally withing my grasp.
Like she's mine now.
Maybe not forever.
Maybe just for tonight.
But right now... she's mine.
Mine.
My dick is still stuffed inside her when I hear:
"Well... that was quick." Elyse opened her eyes.
Oh fuck. No. No. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck--FUCK. She's awake? She was AWAKE?!
What the actual fuck is going on here?
So she... so she let me do all that to her?
What do I even do now?
I just want to die.
What must she even think of me now? Oh God. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck the Voice. Fuck this. Fuck everything.
"You really thought I was asleep?" Elyse giggled.
- x - x - x -
Thoughts?
My email's in my profile.
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"cousin",
"sleeping",
"drugs",
"creampie",
"18 year old",
"non-con",
"step-cousin",
"dubcon"
] |
Insatiable Friends Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/insatiable-friends-ch-02
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Group Sex
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"Dude, can I tell you something?"
Sean's eyes flicked over to his friend, perched on the couch a few feet from the television, controller in hand. His fingers worked the buttons as his body moved with the action.
"Uh, sure," he said, his voice sounding distracted as he, too, mashed buttons, trying to make his friend explode on the TV. He failed, one button push late, as Mack got him with some kind of explosive.
"Shit!" Sean said, laughing as he fell back onto the smaller loveseat. Mack grinned at his friend as he drained the tall glass of something sweet and alcoholic. Sean remembered his, reached for it and did likewise.
He burped, and they both laughed. "What did you want to talk about?" Sean wondered if what happened the weekend before would be brought up.
After all, having your new best friend's wife grind on you and make you cum all over her bare pussy was a bit much. Especially since they'd just met for the first time that day.
And let's not forget how she'd not only canoed her wet, hot pussy all over his cock, but had actually fucked him, taking him into her body and bouncing on him several times.
Not that he got to nut inside her, or anything. But, dammit, that was so freaking sexy how she took his sticky cum and smeared it around. Actually pushing some of it inside her!
He felt himself getting hard just thinking about it. Best let that thought go away. Sheri wasn't there, having to go out of town for several days to a customer site.
They were all software engineers, specializing in machine control, and often had to travel to their customer's locations to work on the software and ensure their production lines worked efficiently.
Sean wondered if Mack would be upset at what his wife had done to him after everyone had gone to bed, but with how smoothly things went the next morning, he didn't think it was a problem.
Again, he chuckled to himself, amazed at his new friends. They were wonderful people, and Sheri had already humped him, albeit briefly, and came against his cock, then making him jizz all over her.
Mack was as friendly and ebullient as ever the next morning as Sheri made them a full breakfast. He'd left a few hours later, not wanting to overstay his welcome.
Mack and Sheri had both given him a warm farewell. Sheri's hug held promise for the future, and the full, deep kiss felt wonderful, making his cock swell. She'd felt it and rubbed her palm against his pants before he could get out the door.
Mack's words brought him back from his reverie. "You know I'm a bit older than Sheri, right?"
Sean nodded, accepting the small pipe from his friend. "Yeah. You're what? Thirty three?"
"Thirty four, actually. And she's twenty-four, same as you."
Sean chuckled. "You dog." He lit up, taking a deep pull on the pipe. The acrid smoke felt good in his lungs as he leaned forward and handed it back.
Mack laughed with his friend. "Yeah, we both graduated university the same year, but I started much later than she did." He took a deep hit, clearing the bowl.
Sean exhaled, then took a breath to clear his lungs. "Got tired of being a rock star?"
Mack wiggled his eyebrows and shrugged. "Ah, it had its moments, but we weren't really going to get anywhere." He took his glass and looked into it, swirling it and making the ice cubes rattle.
"Got a hell of a lot of pussy." Mack shook his head, unable to hide a grin. "Ah, the good old days." He stood and picked up Sean's glass, then headed into the kitchen.
Sean stood and followed his friend, thinking about what it must have been like for his friend to get up on stage, his large bass guitar swinging around as they pounded out covers of the best of Classic Rock. Mack had told him a few stories from life in the local club scene.
There were no end of drunk girls eager in the extreme to fuck the guys in the band. Any band, they didn't seem to care. He'd told Sean he lost count after a year of how many girls he'd screwed.
"Mix us some drinks and I'll get the food out," Mack said as he opened the fridge. Sean poured the booze and a splash of mix after adding a few new ice cubes as Mack put some food out.
They sat at the small kitchen table, eating and drinking, talking about work and Mack's upcoming work trip.
"I worry sometimes," Mack said as he sighed.
"About what?"
"Sheri."
Sean's brows furrowed. "Is something wrong?" A quick pulse of apprehension swept through him. Was everything cool?
Mack shook his head. "No. Well, yeah... I mean, she's fine. It's me."
Another pulse of worry. "What do you mean?"
His friend sighed and looked down, his fingers moving the bits of food around his plate. After a moment, he drew a deep breath, then looked at Sean.
"I'm having issues... Sexual issues, you know. Performance."
"Oh," Sean said quietly.
Mack nodded, looking across the kitchen. "You have a pretty good idea of how sexual Sheri is."
Sean chuckled and nodded, taking a drink to hide his grin. Wouldn't be good to grin at the husband of the woman that made him cum in the dark last weekend.
"Well," Mack said and paused. "Sometimes I have trouble keeping up with her."
"She wants it too often?" Sean wasn't sure if that could even be a thing.
"I want it, too. Just as often. But sometimes... I guess you could say he doesn't always cooperate."
"He?" Sean shook his head.
Mack sighed deeply. "Him. My cock, okay?" He stared at Sean, his brows high.
"Oh," Sean said, drawing the word out. "Oh, dude. That's fucked."
His friend chuckled, a sad sound. "Yeah, and it frustrates us both."
"Have you gotten your testosterone checked?"
Mack nodded. "Yup, and it's dropped. They're talking about me getting shots, but there's risks to that. My dad died from prostate cancer. Testosterone is the fuel for that, and getting shots increases my risk later on."
"Oh, fuck."
"Yeah, indeed."
"So you can't get it up?"
Mack shook his head. "No, I can. Just not always reliably. Most of the time it's no problem, but sometimes he just... gives out part way through."
Sean nodded, his lips twisting as he thought about how much of a bummer that must be for not only Mack, but his sex-pot wife, Sheri.
"And that brings me to the question I wanted to ask you." Mack's words came out slowly, and Sean wondered if he'd rehearsed them.
After a moment, Sean raised an eyebrow. "And that is?"
"Sheri and I talked this week, and we agreed to ask if you'd be willing... to help out."
Sean sat there, his mind swirling. He was pretty sure he knew what was being asked of him. But was that really what Mack meant?
"Help out?"
Mack grimaced and nodded. "Sheri's getting frustrated. Sexually. We're so damned in love, and she never complains." He sighed. "But I know she needs more than I can give her."
Sean kept quiet.
"And that's where you come in. If you get my meaning." Mack held his friend's gaze and waited.
A laugh, deep down, bubbled up and erupted. Sean fell back against the chair, his stomach bouncing as he laughed. Mack's face turned up in a grin as he sat there.
"Holy fuck. Are you asking what I think you're asking?"
Mack nodded and smiled. "Yep. Would you be willing to step in from time to time. Give Sheri some love, help me satisfy her?"
Sean couldn't believe what he was being asked. His friend was asking him if he'd fuck his wife from time to time. Just as a favor to help a buddy out.
He spread his arms, palms out. "Dude, what're friends for?" They both laughed.
"Just one thing. This is only physical. Not emotional, okay?"
Sean nodded, his grin fading as he looked at his friend. "I get it. It's obvious how much you two love each other. I'd never even think of getting in the way of that."
"Cool. I knew you'd say that. I told her you could be trusted. She said so, too, by the way."
He put his palm to his chest. "I'm honored."
"Hell of a thing to ask from a friend, huh?" Mack chuckled, and Sean joined in.
He held up his glass, and Mack clinked it. "Yeah, I guess it's a bit unorthodox, but I get it. What you two are going through."
They both took a drink.
Sean looked into Mack's eyes. "You have my word I'll always treat her, and you, with the utmost respect, and never cause an issue in your marriage. You guys tell me if there's ever any problems."
Sean held out his hand, and Mack shook it. "Thanks, man. I knew we could count on you."
They ate and talked about much less interesting things for a few minutes until Sean asked, "So before, when you guys were back East, what did you do then?"
Mack inhaled, looking off. "Well, we had a group of friends. People we trusted. Ones we could... play with. Safely."
"Oh, I get it. You told me Sheri would do things with other guys after you met her. Was that with these people?"
"Yeah," Mack said, nodding. "After we first met, she was still pretty wild, fucking pretty much anyone. That phased out as we got more serious. We also started meeting like-minded people who liked to mess around safely, like we did.
"So, one thing led to another, and by the time we graduated and got married, we had several guys and almost as many women who we'd meet up with fairly frequently."
"Damn, sounds fun."
Mack chuckled. "Sure was. Sheri got her brains fucked out, and came home with me at the end of it each time. I'd usually get to fuck at least one of the girls, unless it was a Pile-on-Sheri night."
"Pile-on?" Sean laughed as Mack grinned at him.
"Just what it sounded like. Once in a while all us guys would just go fucking caveman on her. Fuck her silly, two or three at a time until none of us could get it up anymore. She'd be a pool of quivering, cum-soaked flesh by the time we finished with her."
He sat back and laughed. "Damn, she loved that, but we only did that every few months. It was pretty overwhelming for her, even with her libido."
"And you got to do the other girls? I bet that was something."
Mack wiggled his eyebrows. "Damn skippy, it was. Some of those girls were serious cuties." He shook his head. "But none were anywhere near Sheri. She's the best, man."
"You're in love. So's she. It's amazing, and I'm so happy for you guys."
"Thanks, man." Mack pointed at him. "See? That's why I know I can trust you. You see it."
Sean nodded. "Yup, I do, and I wish I had the same kind of relationship with someone."
"You'll find her. Don't worry."
Sean shrugged. "Yeah, I know. It's been months now since my breakup with Claudia, and it still kinda hurts."
Mack stood and took their empty glasses to the counter. He patted his friend's shoulder as he went by. "Don't worry, dude. Sheri knows someone she said you might like. I think she wants us all to get together sometime soon when none of us are travelling for work."
"Hey, that'd be great."
Mack filled their glasses, and they headed back into the living room.
"So you're cool with spending time with Sheri?" Mack asked as they both put their feet up on the low coffee table.
Nodding, Sean said, "Oh, hell yeah. I won't lie. She's gorgeous, and if this is what you and she want, I'm there."
"We both appreciate it. We'd like to build up another group of friends like we had back home. Maybe this is the start of that."
Sean nodded as he sipped the strong drink. He'd experienced nothing like what Mack and Sheri had done.
Maybe that was about to change. He felt the twitch in his cock and realized he was anxious for Sheri to come back home.
He wanted to be inside her again. And this time, he wanted to fuck her properly and fill her with his cum, remembering how she seemed to love playing with it.
Mack's smiling face made him wonder if he knew exactly what he was thinking.
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The following weekend, Sean fairly vibrated as he drove to Mack and Sheri's apartment. She'd returned from her trip a few days before, and Mack had asked him at lunch to come over that weekend.
He'd gotten his hair trimmed, and taken a shower before leaving, making sure to splash a little cologne on his neck, wanting to be pleasing to the lady he hoped to fuck deep into her mattress later.
The door swung open, and Mack's grin and crazy eyes welcomed him. "Come in! Glad you could come over." He shook Sean's hand as he stepped back, giving him room to enter.
Sheri bounced over, her tits doing amazing things under her thin, light blue blouse. She smiled up at him, her blonde locks settling between her shoulder blades as her arms went around his neck. She pulled him down, kissing him deeply.
"Okay, jeez. Let the guy in the house at least, will ya?" Mack laughed and patted Sean's shoulder as his wife pressed her body to their friend.
At length, Sheri released him, both of them panting slightly. "I'm so glad you could come," she said, her eyes twinkling.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," Sean said as they looked into each other's eyes.
"I bet," Mack said, laughing. "Come on in, have a seat. I've made some Mai Tai's," he said, walking into the kitchen.
Sheri took his hand and led him to the loveseat. "I've got some snacks. You wait here and I'll be right back." She winked and turned to walk into the kitchen, her ass swaying in a pair of tight white shorts.
Sean noticed there were no panty lines along her svelte butt cheeks. He also wondered if she had a bra on. Her boobs seemed to be moving more than last week. He never found out if she'd been wearing a sports bra then.
Mack and Sheri returned, both carrying trays, and they set into the spread, laughing and talking. Skirting around the subject foremost on Sean's mind, and hopefully Sheri's as well, they talked about her trip, and what else they had going on.
"I'm glad your project's going well," Sean told Sheri as Mack took a deep pull from his drink, his friend's crazy eyes gleaming. Sheri followed Sean's gaze, turning to look at her husband, making her laugh.
"Yeah. The product's been accepted, so no more travels to the sweltering south. I hope!" She grinned and took a drink.
Sean sipped, smiling at the woman he hoped to be inside sometime soon. They hadn't yet gotten to that subject yet, but the vibes she exuded were clearly sexual.
Her arms seemed to always be moving her boobs under her shirt, and a few times he'd noticed her hand brush along her stiff nipple when moving her wineglass to her mouth, then back. Her look told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
"Yeah, and I've got another trip coming up," Mack said and sighed. "I can't wait for this project to be over."
"Where is it again they send you?"
"Northwest Territories, up in western Canada. There's a huge sawmill, and our stuff automates the saws to efficiently dice up each log coming through the mill."
"Damn, you showed me a video of that. Fucking amazing." Sean shook his head, thinking of the complexity of that app, having to keep up with the rapidly fed trees going through the mill, each one different. The software Mack wrote reconfigured the saw blade positions in real-time for each log to produce the most usable planks.
The customer was thrilled, just wanting a couple of new features and a few bug fixes. It took time to test, usually at night when the mill wasn't operating at full capacity. It took a toll on his friend after a week onsite.
"Who wants a refill?" Sheri asked as she stood. Wobbling, she leaned forward and put a hand on Sean's bare knee, just below the end of his khaki shorts. Her fingers clenched, and one fingernail dug into him as she grinned.
Smiling back at her, he held out his empty glass. She took it, and the others, and went into the kitchen. She came back and gave Mack his, then Sean's. Surprising him, she plopped down next to him on the loveseat, her side pressing to his and took a deep sip of wine.
Sean saw Mack's grin and felt Sheri's arm go around his shoulders as she pulled her legs under herself. With her knees pressing to his thighs and body turned towards him, her tit pushed lightly to his side.
They chatted for a while as Sheri snuggled closer. Her wine gone, she leaned forward and placed her glass on the coffee table, then sat back, now closer, getting as much body contact as possible.
"So, dude. Sheri and I talked when she got home a few days ago."
Sheri's boob rubbed along his side as she bounced next to him. He turned to look into her grinning face, only inches from his.
"Mack told me what you guys talked about." Her blue eyes danced as he gazed into them. He felt her hand settle onto his thigh, at best an inch from his stiffening cock. Her fingers moved subtly.
"He did, did he?" Sean's grin matched hers and his cock inflated further.
She nodded, her head dipping down as she peered at him through some wisps of bangs. "And he told me what he asked you."
"Mmmhmm," Sean mumbled, wanting her to say it out loud.
Staring into his eyes, she almost vibrated. Her fingertips brushed his stiff cock, then her palm pressed it to his leg, moving it around.
"So, are you still okay with this?" she asked, her breathing becoming heavier, her tits moving with each breath.
He considered being coy, but her barely hidden excitement made him take pity. "Of course! Are you kidding me?" he asked, laughing.
She laughed with him, then pressed her lips to his, her fingers curling around his cock over his shorts and moving. He pressed one hand against her back, holding her lightly as they kissed.
The kiss evolved. Hands moved, bodies came together, pressing. Sensitive parts touched as their inner heat ratcheted up.
Mack's subtle cough got their attention, and they slowly broke away from the other, both panting as they turned to face her husband.
His grin wide, crazy eyes at full power, he wiggled his eyebrows. "I think this might be an opportune time for me to go out, get a bite to eat and see that double feature playing at the theaters."
Sean thought that through. Mack was leaving his wife here with him, knowing full well he'd fuck her brains out. Well, she'd probably fuck his brains out, but whatever.
And he was giving them several hours to do it.
"Are you sure, my love?" Sheri stood and sat next to Mack, facing him as her hand pressed against his cheek. She leaned in, kissing him softly.
He smiled at her, and Sean felt there were only those two in the room at the moment, him being just a fly on the wall for all they cared. Their love ran deep, and he witnessed it again as their foreheads pressed together.
"You two have fun getting to know each other." Mack looked around his wife, smiling at Sean. He turned back to Sheri. "I think we might have just started our new special group of friends out here."
Sheri's wide grin was obvious, even from where Sean sat. She turned to smile at him, her eyes sparkling. "I think so, too. It feels like a long time since we've had real friends we could play with safely. Without any issues."
"I promised Mack I would never come between you two. The love you guys have, it's the stuff of poems. I only wish a girl would look at me the way you look at him." Sean nodded, his eyes misting.
"You're a good man," Sheri said. "The world needs more of them."
"Tell the other women out there, will ya?" Sean asked, chuckling. Mack joined him.
Sheri nodded, the corners of her lips turned up. "Oh, they're out there looking for you. I might just know one."
"That'd be great." Sean sighed, smiling at the couple so desperately in love.
"But she's not here right now," Sheri said, turning to face him. Her hand moved, cupping a boob and hefting it. "I am, however."
"And with that," Mack said, chuckling. "I'm off. You kids have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't."
"Is there anything you wouldn't do?" Sheri asked, giggling as she stood with her husband.
"Eh, probably not, given the right moment." His crazy eyes and infectious grin went with him to the door. He grabbed his wallet and keys as Sheri handed him a light jacket.
"In case it gets cold later," she said, on tiptoes as she kissed him.
"I love you." He pulled her close.
"Love you too, my man." She pecked his lips, then stepped back as he opened the door. "Now go get something terrible to eat and pig out on popcorn."
"Can do, my sweet." He looked over at Sean. "Thanks, man. I know it's a weird thing to say, but you know why."
Sean nodded. "I do, and don't worry. She's in safe hands."
"Better be strong hands," Sheri said as she came to stand next to him. He jerked when her fingers pinched his ass.
With a laugh, Mack pulled the door closed. They heard him walking down the apartment building steps, then a car starting shortly after.
"Well, it's just you and me." Sheri grinned at him, so close her tits brushed against his chest.
"Yup." He smiled, then glanced across the room. "Wanna play video games?" he asked, trying to keep an innocent look on his face.
She stood there, still, as she searched his face. After a moment, he couldn't hold it in and laughed. Her nose scrunched up, and she smacked his upper arm.
"You beast!" She turned and walked away towards the hall, her hips moving in an exaggerated pattern. "I should leave you out here to play by yourself."
He was right behind her, and she squealed as his arms wrapped around her torso from behind.
"Today I am definitely not playing with myself," he huffed as hurried over and lifted her small body. She giggled and thrashed in his arms as he carried her into the bedroom and tossed her on the bed.
He watched her tits wobble as she came to rest on her back, eyes smouldering. He knelt next to her, looking her up and down. Her shorts had pulled tight, announcing her luscious camel toe.
He was fairly certain she had gone commando and figured this was as good a time as any to find out. She giggled as he bent and pulled at the sides of her shorts.
Deciding to take an aggressive posture, he bounced her around, moving in an overly physical way as he rolled her around. He was rewarded by peals of silvery laughter as her shorts moved over her curvy ass.
As the fabric slid down, more and more creamy skin appeared until the first hint of her sparse blonde patch peeked out.
She was commando under the thin cotton shorts. He tugged harder, exposing her small inverted triangle. Because of the tightness of her shorts, he couldn't yet get a glimpse of what lay between her legs.
As he struggled to get the shorts off as she thrashed around, he wondered if it wouldn't have been easier to let her do it herself. Mentally shrugging, he grinned as they passed her knees. He pulled and got them by her feet.
Sean held them up like a trophy and roared as Sheri giggled, her thighs spreading as she rolled around, her tits moving hypnotically under her shirt.
She sat up, her legs spreading wide. Sean got his first look in full light of what lay between her legs, and what had so wetly slid along his shaft before in the warm darkness.
He saw her shaved lips spread as she leaned forward, grasping for the edge of his shirt, and remembered how it felt when the tip of his cock brushed along that hole, and how it felt to slide inside it.
Lust soared in his heart, and he raised his arms as she grinned and pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. He leaned forward and did the same for her, leaving her naked as her soft, plump boobs bounced free.
Sean wasn't normally overly dominant in bed. Sure, he liked to direct the action, taking the lead in what he and the woman he was with did.
But with Sheri, he felt she wanted him to take her, to hold her down and fuck her, to make her suck his cock all the way down her throat. To get behind her and slam his stiff dick in and out of her as she begged him for mercy.
He was surprised when she pushed his chest, making him topple sideways with a yelp.
"Hey!" he said, laughing as he fell onto his back. His eyes followed her gyrating tits, pink nipples hard as rocks as she got on her knees and worked on his zipper. It didn't move, and she made an exasperated sound.
"Is this thing stuck?" She rocked back, her hair settling around her face and making her look terribly sexy to him as her chest heaved with each deep breath.
"Lemme see." He quickly got the zipper down and unbuttoned his shorts. She helped him out of them, getting his rod hung up on the elastic of his underwear. It pulled upright, then slapped his stomach as she yanked the last of his clothes off.
"There!" Her eyes gleamed as she ran a hand over his stomach and chest. He lay on his back and reached for a tit.
"You're beautiful," he said, his voice husky as his fingers pinched her nipple. She wiggled, still grinning as her hand found his cock, lifting it as she leaned over. Keeping eye contact, she took him into her mouth, her tongue doing amazing things.
"Oh, fuck," he said as he exhaled, his head falling back. "That's incredible." He draped a hand over her head, his fingers exploring her loose blonde curls as she bobbed up and down.
He felt his cockhead against the back of her throat and wondered. With a deep breath, then a push, she slid him into her throat as her nose settled against his pubic hair. She held him there, then pulled back, only to repeat it over and over.
A few minutes later, he felt his balls tingling and patted the back of her head. "Sheri, stop. I'm getting too close."
Another hard push down, his cock going deeper than ever, and she pulled off and sat up. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and smiled as she held him with her other hand.
"That was amazing." He reached for her, pulling her to lie next to him. Wrapping her in his arms, their lips met, kissing each other softly as both sets of hands wandered over naked flesh.
She broke the kiss, her blue eyes twinkling as they lay there panting.
"I'm loving that we can do this." She kissed the end of his nose as her hand gripped his ass cheek.
"Me, too. I can't believe we're doing it. That it's okay with both of you."
She paused, searching his eyes. "This is for fun, okay?" Sean nodded. "There's not going to be any romance, or stuff like that between us. Just friends, playing around."
Still nodding, Sean said, "I get it. I won't make it weird, or cause any troubles."
She smiled. "Good, I'm glad. I really like you, and I think this could turn into something really fun and good for all of us."
He kissed her lightly, his hand moving from her lower back to glide over her taut ass. "I agree. I know you and Mack love each other. I'll never threaten that, I promise."
"He's my soul mate. I knew that early on." She laughed. "Oh, shit. The things he let me do." She shook her head, looking over his shoulder with a faraway look.
"You guys told me a little about that the other day."
She grinned. "Oh, there's more. Much more." Her laugh made his cock pulse, and she felt it move against her stomach. Wiggling her eyebrows, she squeezed it.
"I was a bad girl. Long before Mack met me."
"Tell me something." He grinned at her. "What got you that way?"
She rolled onto her back, her palm going over her eyes as she laughed. Her tits moved, drawing his eyes as one of his hands took hold of the closest one.
"Let's see, I guess it started with Butthead."
"Butthead?"
She nodded, glancing at him as he lay next to her, softly squeezing her boob. "Yeah, that's what I call him now."
"I guess you don't like him anymore?"
She shook her head. "Nope, he's an asshole."
"You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."
"No, it's okay now. It was a few years ago, before I met Mack." She drew a deep breath. "I was seeing Butthead. He lived in a large, old Victorian with four other guys."
He switched to her other boob as he rolled onto his side.
"He and I would go over to his house after class. His room was upstairs, away from the other guys' rooms." She chuckled, a sad sound. "And we'd fuck. Almost every day, and if I was on my period, well... then I'd either blow him or let him do my ass."
Sean smiled. "Lucky son of a bitch."
She looked him in the eye. "You'd think so, huh? That he'd think that." She shook her head, looking at the ceiling. "But nope. You know what that little peckerhead did?"
"No, what?"
"He rigged up a camera in his room. Hid it on the bookshelf and had a live feed going into the living room where his roommates would watch us getting it on."
"Holy shit," Sean breathed out. His finger clenched on her tit, making her jump. "Sorry, but that's fucked up."
She patted his hand. "Thanks, and yeah, I thought so, too. One of them finally told me about it. I think it went on for over a month."
"Damn."
Her brows rose as she looked him in the eye. "And sometimes they'd have friends over! I don't know how many guys at my school watched me get royally fucked on their TV."
He moved his hand lightly over her chest, down her torso, then back along her side. He felt her quivering, either with sadness or anger, he didn't know.
She laughed, one short, sharp sound. "So you know what I did?"
"What?"
"I decided to fuck each of his roommates."
"Oh..."
"In my room, with a camera of my own."
Sean shook his head. "Um... to get back at him?"
"Partially, but also to show their girlfriends. They were each dating someone all the while they perved out watching me and the asshole do it."
"Oh, I get it."
She nodded again. "Yup. So one by one, I got them each in the sack and filmed it without them knowing it. Made DVDs and when I'd gotten the last one, I mailed them out to their girlfriends."
"How did they take it?"
"Not too well," she said, laughing. "I made sure to talk a lot when we fucked, and got them to say how much better I was and shit like that. I also got them to admit they watched me and him doing it on his television, without my consent. Any girlfriend would be livid to watch that."
He laughed. "So what about your boyfriend?"
"Those girls took care of that. Whenever he'd get a new girlfriend, one of them would send her a copy of the DVD, or just tell her what happened. I'm not sure he got laid again at that college."
Sean rolled onto his back, laughing. Sheri joined him as she rolled toward him. After a moment, they settled down.
"I'm sorry that happened to you, though."
She nodded her head, brows raised. "Yeah, it sucked." Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. "But one good thing happened because of it."
"What?"
"I found out I liked it when people watched me fuck."
"No shit? You got off on that?"
She grinned and shrugged. "Actually, in a weird way, I did. I hated that it happened without my consent. That was low. But after I got past that, well... it felt kinda sexy that so many guys watched me fuck."
"Wow." He smiled at her.
"And," she said, then paused. His brows went up as they locked eyes. "I also realized I loved fucking other guys. Just fucking. No romance, no strings or complications. Just fucking for the physical pleasure."
Sean chuckled. "Well, I guess that explains me being here."
She leaned over and kissed him. "In a way it does."
"Well, let's make some new memories. Happy ones," he said as he pushed her onto her back with a sudden movement. Her eyes flew open as she squawked.
Sean devoured the curvy blonde, his mouth moving over her neck, around her tits, sucking and nibbling as he touched her all over. He wanted to learn her, and find out what places got the most reaction.
Ending up between her legs, he smiled over her bare pussy lips. He nuzzled her sparse pubic hair, his tongue extending for its first taste. She shuddered when his tongue circled her clit, then slid down, separating her pink lips.
Entering her, he tasted her from the source as his hands held her quivering hips. Over and over, he lapped at her, roaming the wonderful area between her legs, taking his time to give her his best.
"Oh, Sean," she gasped as his tongue buzzed her clit, one finger sawing in and out. "I'm gonna..." She never finished the sentence as she came, adding a new, richer taste he eagerly devoured.
She was sweet and tangy. A wonderful combination of flavors he was learning to love. He brought her back down to Earth, her tits moving on her heaving chest. She held his head with both palms pressed to his ears.
Lifting his face, he looked at her. "What did you say?"
She lifted her face, and he saw the sheen of perspiration on her forehead. She chuckled and removed her hands. "I said stop, you're gonna kill me."
"Oh," he said, grinning. "I couldn't hear you."
Falling back, she took a deep breath as Sean kissed her thighs, rubbing most of her nectar from his face. He moved beside her, taking her in his arms.
They lay there, content and warm, naked flesh pressing the length of their bodies. She moved and purred, stretching against him.
"Damn, that felt good." She kissed him, then extended her tongue to lick around his mouth. "You taste like me."
"Imagine that?" He grinned at her, his hand cupping her soft ass.
Her eyes danced as they looked at the other. "Remember," she said, her smile fading as she held his gaze. "This is only two friends playing together. Having fun."
He nodded, smiling. "I get, Sheri. I understand."
With another deep gaze into his soul, she smiled. "Good." She kissed him hard. "We've had a couple of times before where things got a little wonky. I don't want to deal with that again."
"Sounds a little scary."
She shrugged, looking over his shoulder. "It got... uncomfortable, let's say."
"You don't have to tell me."
Smiling at him, she pecked his lips. "Maybe one day." She wriggled from his arms and sat up, her hand taking his semi and stroking it back to life. "But not today. This is for us to have fun and get to know each other much better."
His stiff cock grew even harder, still not having cum, and she swung her leg over his waist. Her wet pussy slid up and down the top of his cock, and they looked into each other's eyes as he held her soft tits.
"I have a confession to make." Her hips slid down the length of his shaft as it rested on his torso.
"I know."
Her eyebrows rose. "You do?"
He nodded, grinning as she moved along his shaft, spreading her wetness. "I woke up when you started to touch me. I was still wasted, and wasn't sure what was happening. It felt like a really erotic dream at first."
She giggled, her pressure against him building. "Did you know it was me?"
"After a few minutes, yeah. I cracked one eye open a little, and saw you with your robe open."
Pushing hard against him, she moaned and leaned back. "Did you like it?" she asked, gasping.
"Couldn't you tell? I got my spunk all over you." They both laughed.
"I liked that." She leaned forward, her hips grinding on him, and kissed him as her tits slid over his chest. "A lot."
She shifted forward, and his cock sprang free to press between her legs. Moving her hips, she got his head to rest between her lips. A slight downward movement got him at the door to her womanhood.
"Are you alright with this?" She pushed minutely against him, and he felt himself breach her opening.
"Oh, hell, yeah." He pushed, shoving his head another half inch into her.
Grunting, Sheri pushed down, and they came together, joined in the most personal way. Sean moaned as his cock filled Sheri. Her tunnel felt exquisite as she pushed down onto him.
She sat up, and they both moved, getting him as deep inside her as possible. With a grin, she lifted and fell, fucking him steadily as one hand held a tit and her hip with his other hand.
He loved the sounds she made, remembering them from the week before. But now, he could see her in all her glory in the sunny bedroom. They'd left the blinds open as no one could see inside the second-floor apartment.
"Did you like it when I did this to you the other night?" She cupped her boobs as she leaned back, changing where his dick pressed against her tunnel. She bounced faster, her sex sounds deepening.
"I loved it. I wanted to cum in you."
She groaned and ground her pubic mound against his.
"That was so damned sexy, waking up that way. You doing that after only just meeting you."
"I wanted to fuck you after the first time Mack told me about you. It took him forever to invite you over." She leaned forward and kissed him, her hips moving hard against his body.
"I'm fucking you now." He pushed up, spearing her on the downstroke, making her squeal.
"You are," she said, groaning. "I want your cum."
"Are you safe?"
"Yes," she said, the word like a hiss as her hips shuddered. "Now, Sean! Now!"
He felt her pussy squeeze around him and realized her orgasm had begun. He grabbed her ass with both hands and fucked her as hard as possible. She shook like a rag doll, moaning as her pussy quivered.
His balls tightened, and he felt his hot juice explode out and into Sheri. As each jet of potent seed shot out of him to fill her, he realized he was cumming in another man's wife.
The thought gave him a moment of panic, only to be replaced with an animal longing. Something deep in his mammalian brain drove him to push as far as he could, to shoot as much baby-making sperm into the woman shuddering on top of him as he could.
With a few final grunts, he wrapped her in his arms as she lay on him, her hair partially covering his face as they gasped, trying to get their breath back.
She lifted her head, hair a mess, and grinned. "That was fantastic." She kissed him, and he pulled her closer.
"It was." His softening cock pulsed as it tried to get every drop into her.
Sean thought as they lay there. Cumming in another man's wife. It thrilled him, even if said husband had asked him to do it as a favor.
It was the act of inseminating her, someone who had said vows to another man, that thrilled him. He'd never felt anything like this, and was perplexed.
Was he a rotten friend for thinking this way? Mack trusted him. So did Sheri.
But he wasn't trying to hurt either of them. Quite the opposite, actually. And it was safe to cum inside her. She'd said so.
He thought about how this was only for fun, and he found it fun to pretend to conquer her, take her physically and try to impregnate her, thankful it was only a fantasy.
So, he had some warped fantasies. The pussy of another man's wife was still wrapped around his cock, his cum leaking out of her. She'd almost begged him to do it, so how could he be a bad friend for doing so?
"Sheri?"
"Hmm?" Her head hung alongside his.
"Thank you."
He felt her giggle, and she lifted her head, smiling. "Thank you. I really enjoyed that."
"Yeah, me, too. I hope we get to do this again."
She laughed, then frowned as his limp cock slid out. She fell to the side, and he held her close. "Oh, I'm sure of it."
Raising up on an elbow, she looked him in the eye. "Mack and I had a wonderful group of friends back home. I'm hoping we can do that again here."
"Me, too. I'd like to be part of that."
She kissed him quickly, her hand moving over his chest and stomach. "You already are."
"Good." His hand held her tit as they looked at each other.
A more serious look grew on her face. "That night, I felt a little bad later."
His brows shot up. "Why?"
She shrugged, not meeting his gaze. "I guess later it felt... a little rapey, maybe?"
He gently squeezed her boob, pulling her close. They kissed as she lay half on top of him.
"I was aware of what you were doing pretty much the whole time, and actually had to force myself not to reach up, roll you over, and fuck you senseless there on the floor."
She shivered. "Oh, that would have been fun." She giggled as she kissed his chest, one hand moving over his skin.
"Yeah, but I didn't want to scare you away. What you were doing felt so damned good, and it'd been so long since anyone..." He trailed off, not wanting to bring up his bitch of an ex.
"Sounds like you had something really bad happen. I'm so sorry." Her lips tickled him deliciously.
He lay there, thinking of her. Claudia. The woman he knew he had been falling in love with.
"There was this girl I was seeing last summer. We'd met a few times, and eventually we went out. She was the younger sister of my next door neighbor."
Sheri settled against him as she listened. Her hand moved lightly over his chest.
Shrugging, he said, "I guess I was falling for her. Real fast. I thought things were going great between us." He sighed, his brows furrowing as he pursed his lips.
After a moment, Sheri asked, "You don't have to tell me if it still hurts." Her hand caressed him, spreading warm feelings in him as he remembered another woman's deceit.
"No, it's okay. Basically, she disappeared. I could tell for a few weeks she was pulling away, not wanting to see me as often. She'd take longer and longer to call me back, never answering the phone when I called.
"Then one day, I never heard back from her. I went to her house, but was always told she wasn't home, even when her car was in the driveway."
Sheri made a sound, almost a short sob, and kissed his pectoral. He held her closer.
"She wouldn't call me back and no one would tell me anything. Basically, she left me without a word. I heard from my neighbor a couple of months later that Claudia had been seeing a new guy who lived up in the Sierra mountains. She'd drive up to spend each weekend with him."
"She what? Without even telling you or anything?" Sheri's eyes blazed. "That bitch!"
He chuckled, a sad sound. "My thoughts exactly. But, yeah. That's what happened. My neighbor felt bad, and agreed what her sister did sucked. Didn't change anything, but I guess it's good to hear people agree with you."
"Have you talked to her since?"
He shook his head. "Nope. And at this point, I don't want to."
"Well, a man as special as you will find a nice girl who'll appreciate you very quickly."
"I think I'm ready. It's been long enough."
"Good." Sheri wrapped her arm over him, pressing her front to his side.
"Sheri?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry if I got a little rough there at the end. I was really getting into that."
She chuckled. "Oh, no way. I loved what you were doing. Couldn't you tell?"
He laughed, remembering how her pussy lips fluttered around his cock as she came down from her orgasm. "Yeah, I could."
"Sometimes warm cuddles and slow screws are just the thing for that moment. Other times I want to get my brains fucked out." She pinched his small nipple, making him jump.
He stuck his finger between her ass cheeks, diddling her butthole and making her wiggle. "Oh? So how am I supposed to know which one to do?"
"You're gonna have to figure that out," she said with a smirk. "I doubt you'll have a problem. I'm not one of those girls that makes it difficult on the guys, but most are pretty oblivious to subtleties."
He laughed. "I'll try not to be."
"I have faith in you," she said, chuckling. Her hand moved over his stomach, then wrapped around his cock. He rotated to face her, and their hands moved over each other.
She smelled amazing, like fresh mountain air with a hint of wildflowers. Must be some sort of soap, he thought as his lips kissed her neck. She gripped him as his cock stiffened.
Remembering what she'd just said, he took action. Sitting up quickly, he got to his knees as she looked at him wide-eyed. Taking her ankles, he flipped her onto her back and threw her legs apart.
With a short shriek, she huffed as he landed on top of her, his knees pushing her thighs further apart. He lifted her by her ass cheeks and angled his hips to point at her entrance.
With a lunge, he filled her, not caring if she was ready. But she was soaked, both with his juices and hers. He pulled back and threw himself forward.
Over and over, he hurled himself on top of her, beating her with his body, almost bouncing on her. She gripped him, her hands fluttering along his arms and back as he fucked her as hard as possible.
Never before had he unleashed this wild animal on a woman. Shrieking and groaning beneath him, his hips punished her smaller body.
"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned with each titanic thrust into her, eyes clenched tight as he groaned over her.
She babbled, her head rocking side to side as he fucked Mack's wife as hard as he could.
Without warning, he pulled back, leaving her pussy gaping and making her cry out. He lifted her hips and spun her to rest on hands and knees.
As he lined up his cock and shoved it into her, her head collapsed onto her pillow, moving in time with his hips.
Her ass rippled, and he slapped one cheek hard. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she moaned, low and soft.
He thrust into her as hard as he could without dislodging from her hot wetness, then slapped her other cheek. Both glowed pink from the blows.
Her pussy clenched again, then fluttered as he heard her gasping, the sound building in pitch and volume.
Two more times he spanked her, making her cum on his cock. His balls tingled, and he knew he'd be pumping his potent seed into her again.
Sheri vibrated, and as her pussy clamped down around him, she cried out, her fingers spreading rigidly as her head thrashed.
His balls tightened, and ropes of cum spewed into Sheri. He felt like a Viking warrior, pillaging a local girl, fucking her hard and planting his seed into her fertile field. He wanted to knock her up, for her to conceive his child and continue his bloodline.
Not her husband's.
As the last of his cum pulsed into her as they slowed, then stopped, Sean barely resisted a chuckle. He never knew he had a kink for fucking other men's women. And for wanting to knock them up.
You learn something new every day, he guessed.
And now he had her husband's permission to fuck her regularly.
As a favor to him! Hey, what're friends for?
He knew he'd never hurt his friends as he caressed the quivering blonde cutie under him as he ground his softening cock inside her as long as he could.
"I can't wait for next weekend."
|
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"husband",
"wife",
"sharing",
"wife sharing",
"friends",
"blonde",
"flirt",
"another mans wife"
] |
Dream City
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/dream-city-1
| 4.4 | null |
Sci-Fi & Fantasy
|
The black sedan slowed to a stop among the police cruisers. A pair of agents got out. To the cop they all looked alike. They were both small, compact women in neat business suits. One wore a skirt. The other, tailored slacks.
"Where are your men?" asked the one in the skirt. "Don't tell me they've gone inside."
He laughed. "You think we can't handle a single pusher?"
The agent raised an eyebrow. She wore a button-front skirt, he noticed. She nodded to the other agent, a redhead, and they both started toward the hotel.
"I sent four men," he said. "They'll have her down in a moment!"
The lead agent shook her head. "No, Lieutenant. They're already neutralized."
Oneira's head bobbed on the big cop's dick. She sucked it down until her lips touched the hand she'd wrapped around its base. Then she went up for air. She had another police cock in her other hand and she moved to service it with her mouth. The cop underneath her was playing with her tits. She'd unzipped her catsuit all the way and now the pull tab dangled just behind her asshole. She arched her back to present it, but the fourth man just stood there.
"It's pussy or nothing," he said. He was stroking himself to readiness.
She shrugged and sucked on the big man's cock. It was good and hot on her tongue. Her hands were moving together, faster and faster, and the big man and his partner came in the same moment. One load slid down her throat. The other splashed on her face.
"Oooooh," the big cop said, his legs suddenly weak. He and his partner moved to sit down.
Someone was pinching her nipples, sending sparks down to her pussy. It was the fourth cop, standing behind her. A hand reached up to her face and slipped a finger into her mouth. That would be the cop she was straddling. She slithered up and down on his manhood, up and down on his meat, the heat building inside her belly. The fourth cop stroked her breasts, then moved his hands to her arms. She raised her arms above her head and he pulled on them, lifting her higher.
"What... what're you doing?" asked the cop on the floor.
"Finishing you off," said the fourth cop. "You're taking too long."
The fourth cop let her sink and she sighed as she settled onto the other man's dick. Her pussy glittered in the dim light and the cunt lips dragged on cop's member. She let herself be raised and lowered. Up and down she went, up and down on the man's veiny cock. She didn't have to do anything, the fourth cop did all the work. She bit her lip as he started going faster.
"Is this gay?" asked the cop on the floor.
"It's not like I'm using a fleshlight," said the fourth cop, and that's when the other man came. "Uugh," he said, and started falling asleep.
Oneira heard footsteps in the building. She had to move fast. She rose from the floor, spunk sprinkling out of her crack. She turned and leaped, arms and legs spreading like wings.
The fourth cop had his dick out: it seemed drawn to the woman in front of him. For a long moment she hung in space, legs and pussy wide open.
The two bodies slammed together. Oneira impaled herself perfectly and squeezed her cunt muscles,
hard.
Nails raked the man's back and he ejaculated at once. His eyes rolled back and he slumped to the ground. Oneira helped him down, then climbed to her feet.
The apartment was large but the ceilings were low enough to touch. That's what people did as they leaped to the music. Oneira couldn't see through the smoke but she'd bet there were handprints everywhere. She was wearing a trench coat and nothing else.
Tartarucha's clique had gathered around a couch, where the man himself held court. People came by for a word or a smile and he greeted them. Tartarucha knew everybody. Oneira didn't, which is why she was nursing a beer against a wall.
Even a wallflower could be popular in the City, however. A girl came up to her. She had a beehive hairdo and a rubber top, not that either of these things was uncommon in that room. The girl pouted, pointed at her lips, and with the other hand pointed at Oneira's crotch.
"Go right ahead," Oneira said.
The girl sank to her knees and stuck out her tongue. Oneira pulled open her coat and spread her legs. The girl looked up at her, then got to work. She nibbled at Oneira outer lips and then licked her cleft from her taint to her clit.
Oneira took a sip of beer. Head was head, but she felt like they should've introduced each other first.
The room tilted and a short, compact woman was standing in front of her. "Hey, Oneira."
Oneira blinked. The woman had stepped out of the wall of bodies and she hadn't noticed. "Have we met before?" Oneira asked. "I can't remember."
"We haven't met," the woman said. "But I've heard all about you." She was rubbing herself through her plastic catsuit. One hand on her right breast, another hand on her thigh. A third woman, a redhead, was looking over her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, did you want..." Oneira said. This happened sometimes, when someone wanted a fix. "Who are you?"
"Call me Eden."
"Eden?" Oneira said. The girl between her legs made a
mmmmph
sound, like she was tired of being ignored.
"Sorry," Oneira said. "You want I should do something?"
"La! My nipples. Get my nipples."
The girl pulled up her rubber top and showed Oneira her small dark nipples. She indicated she should play with them. But Oneira was still holding the beer, and there wasn't a table... She inserted the bottle in the girl's hairdo and reached lower to cup the girl's breasts.
"Anyway," Oneira said. "So you're Eden. Should I know you?"
The woman was still grabbing handfuls of herself through her catsuit. "I heard you were a drug designer. The famous White Rabbit."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? What's that then?" Eden pointed at the stylized rabbit head tattooed on Oneira's pubic mound.
Oneira felt herself blush. She looked down at the girl giving her oral. She had hiked up her skirt and was fingering herself.
Oneira looked at Eden. "Do you want to get out of here?"
The woman shook her head. She'd taken a step so she could whisper into Oneira's ears. She stood to one side to keep from straddling the girl's head. "I know about the other drugs. The ones that enhance your sexuality. The ones that give you superhuman strength. The Resistance needs you." She took Oneira's hand and placed it over her crotch. "I need you."
Oneira looked down. The girl eating her out only had eyes for her pussy.
"This is a bust, isn't it?" Oneira asked. She rubbed Eden's pussy through the thin PVC catsuit and the woman sighed.
"I know why you do what you do," Eden said. "I know why you try formula after formula. You spin them off into party drugs, but you're looking for something else."
She held her body against her. Her lips were at her ear. Oneira felt the words seeping into her. The other girl dragged her tongue along the underside of her cunny, dragged it back and forth, Oneira's beer bottle sloshing in her hair.
"It's the reason behind the feeling," Eden said. "The feeling everyone has, but rarely articulates."
"Why does everything feel like a dream?" Oneira asked.
Tartarucha looked over at Oneira. The drug designer was leaning against the wall, making out with a chick in a catsuit. Another girl was on her knees, her head in Oneira's crotch. A redhead stood in front of them, shifting from one leg to another. She crossed and uncrossed her arms in impatience. As Tartarucha watched, she also got down on her knees and started servicing Oneira.
"Sure is popular tonight," Tartarucha said.
It was hard not to look at the window cleaners. The girls only wore hard hats, work boots, and sunscreen, and they hung from an arrangement of straps that kept their legs spread. One of them wiped a squeegee down the soapy glass, giving Oneira a clear view of her bush.
Her boss was saying something but Oneira couldn't focus.
"You're wrong, of course," her boss said. He was still typing. "We're one of the top pharmaceutical companies in the City because every employee knows they're not alone in their struggles. If one of them has a problem, the company is there for them."
The window-cleaner girl pressed herself up to the window, flattening her tits against the soapy glass. Her pussy reminded Oneira of an aquarium catfish.
The boss was speaking again. Oneira risked a glance out the window. The window-cleaner girl had stuck a suction dildo at crotch-height and another at head-height.
His boss coughed. "I said, do I make myself clear?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Oneira said. "Absolutely."
Oneira sat at the table. She was alone, but there were probably people behind the one-way glass. The door opened and two women walked in. Eden sat down across from Oneira. The other woman, a redhead in slacks, took a position behind Oneira. She was about to speak when the woman slipped a ball gag over her head.
"Mmmph!" Oneira said. The redhead giggled.
Oneira bolted for the door but the women grabbed her and slammed her face-down on the table.
"You're going to join us," Eden said. "You'll see."
She took out several zip cuffs and started tying Oneira down. She struggled but the redhead twisted her arm. Eden cuffed her legs to the table and her wrists to the far corners. She finished with her right wrist and nodded at the other woman. The redhead used the same shocking strength she'd demonstrated to rip Oneira's business suit off her body.
Eden reached into her suit coat and pulled out something phallic and black. Oneira's eyes widened and she struggled in her bonds but she could only watch as the woman slipped the device inside her mouth.
"You're lucky," the redhead said. "She doesn't always lubricate it."
Eden popped it out of her mouth, saliva trailing from the black thing. She smacked her lips and Oneira felt her nipples harden on the tabletop. The woman walked around behind her. Oneira felt something cold, and then Eden was pushing the device inside of her.
"Mmmmph," Oneira said. Then the thing started
squirming.
"Mmmmmmmph!" She bucked on the table but it was no use, the device burrowed and slithered deeper inside her rectum. It felt fleshy and warm, like a disembodied cock.
A hand cupped her vulva. Another hand pressed her back into the table, flattening her breasts even further. Oneira turned her head and saw Eden smiling. The probe pushed deeper and that's when Oneira came.
Oneira, when the lights danced, she danced with them.
She couldn't remember anything else before that. As far as she knew her life began then as the lights flashed and flickered. She was twirling around the room when a man stepped up to her. "Oneira," he said. She wasn't used to being called that but she'd lost her old name. He was dressed in a fully-body plastic suit.
Hazmat suit
, she thought. She knew what things were called. She knew what they were for. She recognized language even if she had no use for it. "Oneira, come on," he said. She wanted to dance but he took her arm to lead her out of the room. So she broke his arm.
She was sitting in her cell. It was a large one, and well-lit, although since she could see in anything but total darkness the lights were were mostly for anyone behind the one-way mirror. There were clothes, practice weapons, and exercise equipment in the room. Oneira didn't have much use for clothes, being comfortable in her own naked skin, but the weapons and bodyweight stations saw plenty of action. She often ran through her forms, both armed and unarmed, when she knew people were watching.
Today she was just examining herself, as she often did to try to remember. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to remember, but there were hints. When she arched her back to do a full scorpion with her feet on her head, she knew she hadn't always been this flexible. When she pulled herself up with just one arm, she knew she hadn't always been this strong. But now she could do endless pullups with her body held rigid in any pose. She could do a split, grab some rings, raise herself up, and her legs would never waver.
Most of the observers liked it when she did this. Facing the mirror or with her back to it, it didn't matter. She still heard the change in their breathing. She didn't care. It was enough that when she went through her forms she could kick and punch with a speed and precision she had never known before.
Today, by the sound of it, there was only one observer. So, as she continued to pose, roll around, and explore herself yourself with her hands, she found herself directing her attention at the mirror. She risked revealing just how good her hearing was, but she didn't care. She could hear the observer (a woman) pressing up against the glass. She knew her. The woman had done this many times.
Oneira bent over, then spread her labia open to show her some pink.
|
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"police",
"action",
"cocksucking",
"dream",
"eating pussy",
"forced orgasm",
"handcuffs",
"mind control",
"nonhuman",
"voyeurism"
] |
Cunt-ry Club
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/cunt-ry-club
| 4.67 | null |
Transgender
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Before we begin I should tell you that my older sister is a whore although she calls herself a prostitute and my parents refer to her as a sex worker.
My parents eventually came to accept my sisters choice of professions a couple years ago even though they still disapproved.
Callie (my sister) is four years older that I was and what happens in this story began a little after I graduated from highschool at about the time I was looking for a job under my parents order that I either get a job, go to college or get out.
College wasn't really an option as we were not well off financially, except for my sister who made gobs of money and I had fairly poor grades in school.
Getting out wasn't a great idea either even though I really wanted my freedom but with no money or friends, I had nowhere to go.
So, a job was a priority.
And this is where my sister comes into the picture.
Due to a certain misunderstanding, my sister thinks I was gay or trans. I won't bother you with the sordid details but just tell you that once she walked in on me beating off wearing one of my mom's bras.
To me the bra was just jack off material but my sister now believes I am a sissy of some sort. The strange thing is that she began treating me better after that embarrassingly horrid incident.
Now back to my sister helping me get a job.
"Come work with me at the club. You'll make a ton of money and get to wear the kinds of clothes you like." Callie offered one evening after dinner. My parents insisted she come for dinner regularly. Ugh, she still thinks I wanna walk around in a dress or something... although?... no, absolutely not.
"Um, no thinks. I get the money and all, but I really dont want to be a gay sex worker." I said for the umpteenth time.
"Listen baby bro, there are plenty of straight jobs available. It has a hotel and restaurant along with a golf course plus lot of other things. There are plenty of jobs you could do without spreading your legs if you're really worried about that." she said placing a hand on my back and then added, "I know almost everyone there and could easily get you a job."
Yeah, I bet she did know everyone there, every guy that is.
I really did need a job but didn't really want one but out of politeness to my sister I asked, "I dunno, what kind of job would a guy like me get. My grades sucked."
"Ha, I dont think they give a shit about grades for most of the jobs. There's housekeeping, janitorial, kitchen help, bussing tables, grounds work... hell they even pay the towel boys twenty five bucks an hour to clean up in the locker room." she said.
I relented and allowed my sister to put in a word for me at the club. I was surprised when she came back not five minutes after our conversation to tell me I had an interview the following day at six thirty in the morning.
I guess she really did know people.
The following day I got dressed for my interview at Andolin Hills country club. I knew of the place through my sister. I had never been there before since it was a private gentlemens only club for the rich. I wore the slacks and white shirt my parents bought me just for job interviews and took an uber at my sisters expense.
I got to the gate (yes it had a gate) and presented myself.
"Hello, I'm Blair Ainsley here for an interview with Mrs Perkins." I told the attendant at the gate giving the name of the woman I was supposed to meet.
He looked at me with a funny look. This was nothing new since my name elicited looks like that. I hated the name but was stuck with it.
I was given a visitors badge and detailed instructions on where to go and not to go and then let inside.
I put the badge on and made my way to the main building making sure to use the staff entrance and then on to the office where Mrs Perkins was waiting.
"Well now, aren't you everything your sister said you were. You know we dont normally give interviews on such short notice but Callie is quite popular around here." she said looking me over. Yeah, I bet she was popular around here.
"Thank you. I'm kind of in a bind. I gotta get a job or move out since I can't afford college." I said omitting the fact that my grades were too poor to get into college. No need sharing that information on a job interview.
"I certainly understand. Many of our employees are working their way through college. Now if I remember what your sister told me, you're looking for something domestic? Well we have plenty of jobs like that." she said ushering me into her office and into a chair to begin filling out the multitude of paperwork that went along with every job known to mankind.
I looked at the paperwork and then asked, "Don't I fill these out after I get the job?"
"Your sisters recommendation is enough for me. Cleaning hotel rooms with occasional work helping out in the kitchen isn't exactly, well you know... It's not rocket science. Still, I do hope you know how lucky you are to have this opportunity. At twenty five dollars and hour plus tips many people would kill for this opportunity." she explained.
I filled out the paperwork remembering why I hated school but also thinking about the money I would be making. It took almost forty five minutes.
When I had finally finished, Mrs Perkins took the paperwork and then said, "All right then, everything seems to be in order, lets get you your uniforms and I'll show you to your locker and we can get you on the work schedule. You'll be training with Ashley for a couple weeks till you learn the routine."
I was led out of the office to a staff changing room in the basement of the hotel portion of the country club and to my utter humiliation, my locker contained five different colored short skirted maids dresses in my size.
"Your sister said you'd be fine with these. We have our own laundry service so we take care of cleaning your uniforms here. There's even overtime available from time to time working in the laundry if you want it." she said and then added, "Go ahead and get changed. Dealers choice on the color and I'll be back in a half hour to get you started."
I sat on the bench in the staff changing room wondering what to do.
On the one hand I did need a job and I was terribly curious about what wearing a dress felt like since I had been masturbating while wearing moms underwear for years but on the other hand.... wtf?
I decided to give it a try since I was absolutely sure that no one I knew would see me wearing it as no one in my income bracket ever went to a country club in the first place.
Panties came first and as always when I put on moms panties, my prick got hard as a rock. The stockings and garter belt took some time to figure out how to put on but I managed. The bra with small silicone titties sewn in also contributed to my raging boner. I stepped into what turned out to be rather comfortable girls shoes that were black with a white bow on top. A petit slip that flared out several inches was next and all that was left was was the dress it self.
I had considered wearing a dress before to jackoff in but never had the nerve to pull it off let alone the money to buy a dress so this was new territory.
Unsure how to put it on, I treated it the way a child might and instead of stepping into the dress, I pulled it over my head and as I did, I felt every bit a girly girl.
I was just trying to straighten the flared out skirts when Mrs Perkins returned and humiliated me by zipping the dress up for me.
"Yep, your sister was right, you are pretty. Okay dear, time to get started." she said and led me up into the hotel lobby. I kept trying to pull the skirt down to hide my erection as we walked but the swishing of the skirts around my pantied ass and stockings and garters only made things worse.
I was marched straight up to a girl perhaps two or three years older that I was.
"Blair, this is Ashley. She'll be your supervisor for a while, just till you learn your way around. Just follow her and do whatever she tells you." and with that I was left alone with Ashley, both of us dressed as maids, her in pastel purple and me in a more conservative black with white frilly trim.
"Okay, here's the scoop, it's real simple. It takes about twenty minutes to clean a room but we get a full hour just incase the occupant needs a little attention and that's where the tips come from if you know what I mean." she said and I definitely knew what she meant. I had no idea what I would do if the time came.
Together we cleaned three rooms from guests whom had already checked out. Two rooms were fairly clean but the third required a little extra effort as it looked like they threw a party in there. I did manage to get a good look at myself in one of the bathroom mirrors. I looked like a boy in a little girls dress. My body fit the dress pretty well but my face was still the face of a boy.
The fourth room was still occupied and Ashley was excited. Unlike the previous three rooms, this one had a placard on the door requesting maid service.
"Money time." Ashley said as she excitedly ushered the both of us into the room.
Inside there were two dudes sleeping together in the bed. It seemed obvious that they were gay. Ashley didn't clean anything, she just went to the side of the bed and knelt down and just waited. When she saw me just standing there like an idiot, she motioned for me to kneel down on the other side of the bed.
Bewildered, I just did what Ashley did and knelt down knowing damn well what I was in for. My sister had arranged for me to have this job thinking I would enjoy it.
We didn't have to wait long, each of the two men soon released their mutual embrace and rolled over to face opposite sides of the bed. Ashley took the man on her side of the bed and began to suck his cock while I stared at a large cock pointed at my face.
I was sickened but excited. Terrified but curious. Humiliated but willing.
I gingerly took the cock in my mouth like I had seen countless women do on the internet and while trying to keep my teeth off it, began to suck giving my first blowjob.
I tried to mimic the moves I had seen in countless pornos and way sooner than I had expected, my mouth was filled with a warm salty and gooey liquid. Spermy cum.
I wanted to spit it out but something about the taste and also knowing men like it when girls swallowed, I took it all down. Immediately after the two men blew their loads in our mouths, they turned back over to give their attention to each other.
The tingly erection in my panties was there for the whole time. God I needed to beat off in the worst way.
We didn't do any cleaning at all in that room and just after we left I asked Ashley, "So, how do we get paid for that?"
"Oh, were on the menu through room service. It'll be in your paycheck." she said matter of factly. She then showed me the payroll app and after she showed me how to log in I saw that I had been given a tip of two hundred dollars.
I had sucked a cock and wasn't really disgusted by it. I mean I was truly disgusted by it but I somehow like being disgusted by it.
Ashley then showed me to a small clipboard that listed all the rooms that had pre ordered special "Maid Service." There were code letters indicating what the guest wanted.
H was for a handjob.
G was for gay.
D was for a double team.
A was for anal.
O was for oral.
S was for spanking.
P was for straight pussy.
B was for any type of bondage.
W was for watersports. Ashley had to explain what that meant. It meant getting pissed on.
Numbers indicated how many maids were requested.
There was also a small chart on the back of the chart that explained what tip was expected for each service and I noticed that a G and and A together paid one thousand dollars.
Gay anal. One thousand dollars. Wow.
I went back and scanned the chart and sure enough someone had requested a G and an A for after lunch. It also has an O and a B which would pay and additional two hundred for each.
That came to fourteen hundred bucks for whomever was that maid.
I had never, ever ever considered having a cock in my ass but here I was wearing a maids dress having just sucked a cock and now had a belly full of another mans sperm and I was seriously considering it.
I pointed at the line on the clipboard where the afternoon gay anal request was and asked Ashley, "What about that one?"
"Oh you don't want that one honey. He always does more than he requests. I mean he always pays but you never know what else he's gonna add to his bill. Plus he likes anal and he's pretty big. I did him once when he requested a girl and it hurt like hell. Stay away from him. Also, he just loves leaving the girls tied up till he checks out for another maid to find. You get paid extra for that too but it kills your entire day." Ashley explained.
"So how do you know which ones to take?" I asked.
"If you see something you like, just put your four digit number under the line request so no one else will take it." she said then added, "If no one wants a particular one then someone might be assigned it but that rarely happens."
I looked over the sheet and only the one requesting gay and anal was still unclaimed. Probably due to his perverted requests.
I wrote my employee number under it while Ashley watched. I looked at her and said, "I need the money." Truth was, I did want the money but really I was curious as hell.
Knowing I was headed up to have a man fuck his cock into my ass, I went up to the room indicated on the clipboard and let myself in.
He was a big man maybe six foot six and seemed made of muscle despite his age of around fifty. He was naked and seated on a chair waiting for me.
"I never fuck men sweetie unless they are total failures of a man and have to wear a dress like a maid. Tell me sweetie, tell me you're a failure of a man and have to wear a dress and work as a maid?" he said softly but in a demanding way.
I hesitated before saying, "I'm a failure of a man so I wear a dress and work as a maid." The words burned but also excited.
He slowly got up and walked over to me and took me by the hand and roughly threw me on the bed face down and then demanded, "Say it again bitch. Make me believe it."
"I'm a failure as a man and have to wear a dress and work as a maid." I said.
"Louder bitch." He demanded. "Yell for me." He then spanked my pantied ass real hard three times.
"I'M A FAILURE AS A MAN AND HAVE TO WORK AS A MAID IN A DRESS." I yelled half crying from the pain.
He spanked me again three more times.
He then left me sobbing on the bed while he retrieved something from a drawer.
I soon found my hands being placed in leather cuffs behind my back. Then a huge rubber dong was shoved in my mouth and a strap was used to hold it in gagging me. I was then pushed up further on the bed still on my stomach when he took hold of my ankles and put leather cuffs on them and secured them to the corners of the bed to keep my legs permanently spread for him.
I was having second thoughts but all I could do was cry through the gag as no coherent words came out.
He got on the bed and soon I felt my panties being roughly pulled aside and a finger being shoved up my ass.
"Holy shit, I think I got me a virgin cunt here." he said as he began to finger fuck me.
One finger at first that was soon followed by another and eventually another. Fuck me it hurt. I seen women get the pussies plowed many times on the internet but I never knew that it could hurt. I knew nothing about ass fucking... nothing at all.
Once he finished fingerfucking me with three fingers, I felt his weight on me and his cock at my ass hole.
He pushed inside me and I never felt such pain in my life. I screamed through my gag and tried to beg for him to stop but he ignored my incoherent pleas for mercy and kept pushing on inside me.
My face was buried in the pillow and was soon becoming saturated with sweat and the drool that escaped while I tried to scream.
I dont know how long it took but eventually he was balls deep inside of me. He then started to fuck me.
I cried through most of it as he plowed me like a snow plow clearing the road. Like a chainsaw cutting me in half. It hurt and all I could do under his weight was take it. Him being a foot taller than I was, I was totally helpless and I began to hear my own words, "I'm a failure as a man and have to wear a dress and work as a maid."
The pain began to subside and soon my dick got hard again and without even being aware of it at first, I began humping the mattress in time with the cock that was pounding my ass. It began to feel good... real good.
I was still covered in sweat and my face was covered with smeared drool and somehow the dirtiness of it made me even more excited and I saw myself as a whore and liked it.
He pounded me for a good twenty minutes if not more before he made four or five truly violent thrusts and I could feel my insides being filled with his man seed, his jiz, his sperm.
A man was cumming inside me like I was a woman and it felt good.
I felt empty when he pulled out and just as Ashley had suggested, I was left bound and gagged on the bed for the rest of the day and all night. He fucked me two more times before he checked out the next morning.
It was Ashley who found me the next morning and she diligently cleaned the room before releasing me from my bonds.
"We called your sister and she told your family you worked a triple your first day to impress your boss so they know why you never came home. Get cleaned up and be back here tomorrow. A day off is one of the perks of being left tied up all night." she explained.
The pain in my ass was still potent but it also kept my dick hard as I made my way back the the staff changing room. There was another man and woman there getting changed into their uniforms. The guy was headed to the kitchen to work as a waiter and the girl, a maid. No one gave me a second glance as I changed out of my dress and into my old boy clothes.
I checked my payroll app and found I had earned one thousand dollars for each of the three gay ass fuckings, two hundred each for the spanking and bondage plus an additional five hundred for being left tied up all day and night. That came to three thousand and nine hundred dollars. I never did give him the oral he had ordered.
I was quickly coming around to my sisters lifestyle.
I cant wait till tomorrow. As I rode home again in an Uber paid for by my sister, I began to miss wearing the dress and began to wonder what wearing a dress out in public might be like... to live like a girl?
I knew I was gonna find out.
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"bareback",
"gay",
"masturbating"
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Instructions to Follow
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Crossdressing
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I sat down at the computer, slightly nervous and giggling as I opened up my notifications, knowing there would be something left for me. Routine and consistent, in the year that I'd known her, Mistress Katrina hadn't slipped up once. An online Domme, at first starting off as some fun, light play between us, holding keys, sending cute random tasks for me to complete, but it had blossomed into her full and total control over my clit.
Slowly over time we discussed our limitations, interests, and kinks, finding the balance that worked between us. Having much in common, both with our likes and goals, Mistress Katrina soon pressed a more firm approach to my feminisation and training, molding me how she saw fit. I pierced my nipples, put myself on a specific workout routine and diet, as well as completely revamping my wardrobe. Through it all she held my hand, never pushing me into an area I could not handle.
Six weeks ago we took our biggest step yet, sending her my physical key in the mail. I of course had spares in case of emergencies, cleanings, and whatever else life often throws at us, yet not once had I gone against her wishes, wanting her control and ownership more than anything in the world. The first time she sent me a picture wearing it around her neck I nearly came from excitement, so beautiful resting above her breasts.
In those six weeks she had refused to return my key, always saying simply, "Soon, my little doll." I tried not to beg or pester her, but as the weeks dragged on, my clit aching constantly, the aching pulse a new permanent part of my life, I often broke down and whined for her mercy. But Mistress Katrina just soothed my worries, calling me her good girl, offering nothing but the simple phrase, "Soon, my little doll."
I had embraced my feminine side even further having her as my keyholder, often my outfits being far more femme than masculine. Co-workers and friends had commented, but I just blushed, shrugging off their pestering questions, my Mistress and owner kept a secret for now. However, despite my best efforts, I could not stop the smile that she often forced upon my face.
Just like tonight, turning over the beautiful letter Mistress Katrina had sent to me, a wax seal dramatically holding it closed, strict orders on when to open it. She was gone for a conference this weekend, so I knew not to bother her, yet left this unexpected and mysterious surprise, I whined knowing I couldn't open it until tomorrow.
I wore a silky romper, one of her favourites for me, the subtle pink perfect hugging my body, clit pressed against the light fabric. I whimpered, my hand unconsciously rubbing my clit, now aching desperately at the letter I held in my hands, wanting nothing more than to tear it open. But rules were rules, and anything Mistress Katrina said was to be followed to the...letter.
With a huff, I leaned the envelope against the side of my computer, glaring and pouting in its direction as I failed to ignore it. Eventually I headed to bed, whimpering to myself in the darkness as I imagined exactly what was inside of it, never had she sent me anything like this before! My poor clit agonised alongside me, that throb never ending, enhanced from six weeks of denial, unable to cum from anal despite my many attempts over the last few months.
The next morning, as I woke up to that familiar ache between my legs, I nearly leaped towards the letter, breaking the seal sitting in bed, ready to devour its contents.
My little Doll, Rory
I have prepared a scavenger hunt in my absence today, one you will follow exactly word for word, else you will be punished for your tardiness. I will receive reports, pictures, and videos of your journey today, so be on your best behaviour! If my good girl behaves, does what is asked of her, and completes the hunt, then she will be rewarded with the orgasm she's sought after for so, so long.
Your first task is to put on an outfit for me, the one I made you wear the first time you went out for coffee with friends as Rory. I'm sure you still have pictures knowing how much my little slut loves to show off! Do that now before reading further.
I moaned softly to myself, shaking with excitement as I jumped out of bed. Taking a shower, I got myself completely ready, adding some subtle make-up before heading to my closet. I slid some dark nylons up my legs, quite opaque and very light, as it was going to be a bit hot today. Jean shorts followed, hugging my ass and clit perfectly, showing off far more of my thighs than I normally did! Being able to see the outline of my cage always made me ache, so embarrassed to have my secret shown to the world.
After that I pulled a red sweater over my head, cropped to show off a bit of my tummy, the fabric light enough for the summer heat. I still remembered wearing it for the first time, and the blush on my face as my friends gushed over how cute I looked. Black sneakers were the final part to my ensemble, giggling and staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Tearing myself away from admiring how cute I looked, I went back to read the rest of Mistress Katrina's letter.
Your next task is simple. There is a small shop near the main square near you. They sell an assortment of different outfits and clothes, the owner of which I have recently become friends with. You will be there no later and no earlier than 14:00, and ask for Miss Caroline. You will curtsy as a Doll always should, and if she approves of your outfit, you will be given your second task. If not...well better just win her approval to be safe, my little pet.
Mistress Katrina
My eyes lit up as I read it over once more, shaking slightly at the prospect of going to a random store in the middle of town. Hearing my tummy grumble, knowing I had a handful of hours before her little game began, I settled in to do some chores around my little place, as well as sitting down with some breakfast and tea.
I squirmed, staring up at the clock as I waited eagerly to leave. Wanting to give myself plenty of time to find this quaint shop, I got to the town square at 13:00, finding the boutique easily enough, settling into a nearby coffee shop as I waited. I resisted the urge to message my Mistress with pestering questions, knowing she must be grinning to herself picturing the state of her little Doll.
With a deep breath, I strolled through the door at exactly 14:00, seeing a cute and young assistant sitting behind the little counter. I offered her a meek smile, blushing hard as she eyed me curiously up and down.
"Ummm, hi" I said, feeling my clit aching inside of my little booty shorts. "I'm looking for a Miss Caroline?" The young woman grinned, pointing at a door in the back, labelled Office. I thanked her, shuffling closer to knock on the door.
"Come in" a mysterious voice beckoned, opening the door to find a middle-aged woman sitting behind her desk, leaning back as she smirked in my direction. "Ah, you my dear, must be Rory. Right on time, too, your Mistress certainly has you trained well, doesn't she?" I blushed, Miss Caroline verbally mentioning Mistress Katrina the first time my subservience had been spoken out loud.
I remembered to curtsy, standing in front of Miss Caroline's desk, feeling awkward without the skirt I often practised with. "Yes, Miss Caroline, I do my best to be a good Doll for my Mistress." She laughed, standing up to get a better look at me, leaning against her desk with arms crossed over her chest. With a nod of her head, she motioned to a similar looking letter sitting on top of a steel box.
"That's for you, my dear. You passed the first task, as I approve of the cute little outfit your Mistress had you wear." My blush deepened as I thanked her, curtsying once more before I opened the second letter, sitting down in the seat Miss Caroline offered me, having me read it aloud so she could play along.
My little Doll, Rory
So Miss Caroline has given her nod of approval, I expected nothing less from my good girl.
Your next task is an easy one, not wanting to confuse that cute, little head of yours. There is a lockbox sitting in Miss Caroline's office, one only she has the key to. You are to take off that adorable outfit you're wearing, place it neatly inside, and lock the box. No arguments, and no pouting!
Mistress Katrina
I whined, the final words leaving my lips as Miss Caroline laughed above me, placing a sympathetic hand on my shoulder. She had me stand up for a few photos, blushing as I knew they'd be sent off to my Mistress, clit aching at what I was about to do. Squirming, I slowly began to peel off my outfit in front of a woman I didn't know, soon completely naked in her office. With a little squeak, the final demand from my Mistress still in my head, I closed the lock on the box before me, sealing my fate.
Miss Caroline chuckled, offering my ass a few teasing spanks, whimpering softly through each one. "And here I thought for sure you wouldn't do it, my my. Such a good sub you are, Rory." I laughed nervously, thanking Miss Caroline as I played with my fingers together, unsure of what came next. She poked her head out of the office before extending her hand for me to take.
"Come, come! There's no one in the store." I whined, my clit throbbing from the idea of walking out there, but refusing my Mistress was simply not something I ever wanted to do. Soon I was led, blushing all over my naked body, towards the changing area, not daring to look outside. Once behind the curtain, a grinning Miss Caroline offered me the second letter.
My little Doll, Rory
You're doing so well! I'm so very proud of you, dear. I promise Miss Caroline will take good care of you, trust her word as if it is mine.
Your next task, I have worked with Miss Caroline to acquire you a new outfit for tonight, something that reflects your status much more clearly, that of my sissy Doll. Again, just let her do everything, listen to what is requested of you, and be a good girl. Once you are properly dressed, you will head over to this address, and ask for a Miss Nora. Stay strong, Rory, not long to go now.
Mistress Katrina
Again I whimpered, staring at Miss Caroline who continued to grin, taking the letter from my hands to place it to the side for now. She handed me some nylons, slowly sliding them up my legs one at a time, realising that they were crotchless. My clit ached, slightly worried it would be dripping constantly, framed by the transparent black tights, my asshole exposed as well.
"Excellent, they fit perfectly, not too much stretching to fit those big, beautiful legs of yours." Turning around, Miss Caroline offered a cute skirt for me to step into, pleated and black, softly
whining as it slid up my nylons. Sitting comfortably on my waist, I blushed hard as I realised just how short it was, knowing if I bent down at all, or stepped too quickly, then my ass or clit would be exposed.
Miss Caroline offered a smirk, her hands pulling at the skirt until it was where she wanted. Satisfied, she helped a glittery crop top over my head, black and silver, feeling tight to my chest. I blushed, terrified at the knowledge that I'd be leaving the shop wearing such an outfit, as Miss Caroline continued to tweak everything into place.
The final addition were some stiletto heels, seeming far too small for my feet, yet as they slid on I was surprised how well they fit. Miss Caroline watched as I buckled them tight to my ankle, smiling at the finished product that I was, now properly presented as Miss Katrina's sissy Doll.
"Excellent, your Mistress has great taste, Rory." I blushed hearing her words, turning in place for her to give a final check. "Now, before you leave I want to make sure that you aren't going to roll your ankle, so walk up and down the store a few times."
I whined, pleading with Miss Caroline not to make me, but she just grinned, shooing me out from the protective curtain. My clit screamed at me, throbbing beneath the tiny skirt as I slowly pulled them apart, holding my hands to the sides for balance as I walked one foot in front of the other, just as Mistress had trained me.
The shop assistant, who Miss Caroline referred to as Rachel, gasped, her hand going to cover her mouth in shock. I blushed harder, aching as I desperately tried to ignore both her and the large front windows, turning in place to walk back slowly towards Miss Caroline. She just smiled, offering me a little twirl with her finger, glaring at her as I turned once more to do another runway.
Rachel clapped excitedly as I made my way through the store over and over, gaining confidence in my new heels despite the intense blush spread across my face. I posed for more pictures, both women offering me compliments and advice, feeling that worry in the center of my chest begin to melt away. As I stood with my heels together, still aware just how close this skirt was to exposing my excited little clit, Miss Caroline finally let me leave onto my next task, making sure I came back to visit her store.
Those first steps out of the safety of Miss Caroline's quaint little store filled me with nerves, each click of my heel radiating through my body. I ran a nervous hand through my short hair, hand gripping my phone, making my way towards the next address. I felt eyes on me as I walked, my face burning as I desperately tried to ignore them, focusing on stepping one foot in front of the other in my cute new heels.
I breathed a sigh of relief stepping into the shop Mistress had sent me to, my confidence feeling empty after the long walk in public. I quickly noticed that I had been sent to a novelty sex shop, the walls adorned with vibrators, dildos, plugs, whips, and just about anything else a kinky mind could wish for. A woman behind the counter in the center of the store smiled up at me, her eyes instantly sparkling.
"Well, hello there young lady, how may I help you?" I blushed, being referred to as such, walking towards the counter.
"I'm looking for a Miss Nora? My...Mistress sent me." Saying that title out loud nearly made me faint, clit pulsing underneath the tiny skirt. The woman smirked, slowly moving around the counter to get a better look at me.
"Ah, you must be Rory. Katrina informed me of your arrival, sweetie. I, am Miss Nora." I smiled, staring down at my heels as she took my hands in hers. "She didn't mention what an adorable outfit you'd be in though!" I giggled, terrified I'd cum then and there, losing my mind with all these experiences Mistress had put me through.
Miss Nora gripped my hand tighter, offering it a little tug. "Come come, sweetie. I've got a surprise for you in the back." I nodded, quickly following her past a curtain to the back room, an array of items stored and displayed all over. My eyes were wide with excitement as I glanced over everything she had back here, the kinky slut inside of me eager to try each and every single one.
I was led to a wooden stand, more like a giant X than anything, wrists placed in cuffs and connected far apart. Left standing and vulnerable, I whimpered as I felt Miss Nora slide off my little skirt, leaving me exposed in my crotchless nylons. She offered a chuckle as I felt her hands gently rub up and down my ass and thighs, whimpering from being touched.
"Now," Miss Nora began, her hands now wrapped in latex as she continued to explore my body. "Your Mistress requested that I ensure you were an eager and ready little Doll for the remainder of the day." I whined, my body shaking at what exactly that meant, whimpering as one gloved hand slowly slid around my body to grip my clit. "I told her I knew just the thing to force you to be a good girl..."
To emphasise her point, fingers slid easily into my ass, constantly trained at the behest of my Mistress. I rolled my eyes back, pushing against Miss Nora, aching to cum in a manner I had not yet unlocked. My clit tingled with excitement, feeling that familiar but strange sensation spreading through my body. I didn't know what it was, or how it would make me cum, but from my training and self play...I knew that I really, really, REALLY, fucking liked it.
I moaned loudly facing the wall, Miss Nora's fingers mixed with her massaging my clit forcing my mind to simply melt. I throbbed against the cage, legs shaking as I stood there, stuck in place as I was toyed with. She continued to torment my mind, keeping her consistent pace as I couldn't stop the constant excited noises escaping my lips.
"Have you had an anal orgasm yet, Rory?" I whimpered, shaking my head, words seeming to be completely out of reach. She laughed, taking both hands to separate my asscheeks, staring at the little hole she had just widened. "You poor Doll, I can feel how desperate that cute little clit of yours is, with no other outlet for that release..." I nodded hearing her words, whining with desperation as she gripped and spanked my ass.
"Hopefully, this changes that for you tonight, hun." Miss Nora finished her point as a metal plug was pushed against my ass. I shook, moaning and aching as it slid further and further past my ring, stretching it wider than I was used to. She offered me encouragement, spanking my ass as it slowly sank deeper inside of me, until I felt it finally swallowed up by my now aching hole, pulsing hard around it.
The base fit perfectly against me, two curved "handles" fitting right against my skin, feeling the new addition to my body with each movement. Miss Nora patted my ass, calling me a good girl as I giggled, her hand once more reaching around to my clit. "Oh my," she said, rubbing her fingers on the tip of my cage, "someone is dripping excitedly, aren't they?" I whimpered, seeing the endless pre-cum that the plug was forcing out of me.
I was given little to no reprieve, as the plug inside of me began to vibrate, roaring to life as I nearly cried in shock, hanging off my cuffs. Slow and methodical, it pulsed up and down against my g-spot, Miss Nora laughing at how much I liked it.
"Mmmmmm, I told you this might help teach you how to cum, little Doll." I whined, leaning back against her as her hand once more massaged my clit, letting the plug do its work. Over and over the plug vibrated, never too strongly, yet always pulsing, unable to get used to it as I pathetically whimpered under her control. Eventually she took her hand away, offering my ass a few final taps, before I felt my skirt slide up my nylons, plug now hidden away.
Leaving it on, Miss Nora gently undid my cuffs, smirking as she listened to the constant soft whimpers escaping my lips. With her eyes sparkling, she handed me another letter from Mistress Katrina, slowly taking it from her hands.
My little Doll, Rory
I hope you were a good Doll for Nora, she has helped me so often in the past with advice on how to please and handle my little sissy.
Your next task will bring you to a salon, where Susie has agreed to finish off your look before tonight. The plug will remain inside you and on until I determine otherwise, and you will quietly sit through your makeover. If you cum in front of Susie and embarrass me sissy, I promise your punishment will be quite...humiliating. Off you go!
Mistress Katrina
I whined reading her final paragraph, looking up at Miss Nora but she just grinned, thoroughly amused by the terrified little sissy before her. "Just be thankful the plug is on a low setting, sweetie." She offered me her hand once more, leading me to the front door, giving me a final hug of support, before I was once more sent on my way.
My phone shook in my hand, each step sending tiny jolts through my excited clit, constantly staring down to ensure I wasn't leaking out of my tiny skirt. Six weeks of denial and I was a complete mess as the plug tore through my resolve. I had vibrators at home, some Mistress could control herself, so why was this so difficult!!?
I stepped into the salon, my eyes wide with a mix of emotions, instantly a younger blonde woman scooting over to me. "Omg, you totally must be Rory." I blushed, nodding as she giggled, excitedly leading me over to her station. Leaning in, she whispered close. "I'm Susie, and we're going to make you look SO hot for your Mistress tonight, girl." Susie placed a hand on my thigh, squeezing it for support, but all it did was send even more trepidation to my clit, hanging on by a thread from the effects of the plug.
Susie carried on her way, a cute smile spread across her face, having me place my hands on the table so she could see to my nails. I internally groaned as they were covered with a similar glittery silver as my top, knowing I'd have them for weeks. I loved painting my nails, rarely going without it, but certainly not when it was sparkly!
But I sat there silently, listening to Susie chat away, legs slightly crossed as I focused hard on being a good girl, and not cumming like a pathetic little whore in poor Susie's chair. With my nails finished and drying, Susie went about working on my eyes, her adorable round face now far too close to mine.
Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum. Don't cum.
I held onto my mantra, gaslighting myself into believing that everyone in the room could hear the plug humming away in my ass. Each time the plug reached the apex of vibration, I internally whined, terrified it would be the one to push me over the edge. For months I tried, really tried to cum, convincing myself something must be wrong with me unable to orgasm anally. Yet, a cute woman working on my make-up, a day out in my humiliatingly sexy outfit, and suddenly my poor clit couldn't control itself!
Pulling away with an excited smile, Susie exclaimed that she was finished, holding up a mirror to show me my new look. I gasped, my lips and eyes fully done up, far more than I had ever been able to do on my own. A dark eyeshadow, along with my eyelashes now far more prominent than I was used to. My lips were a deep, ruby red, intoxicating and inviting, having a difficult time tearing myself from her little mirror.
"Wow..." I blushed, hearing Susie let out a tiny giggle seeing my reaction. I finally looked away from my reflection, staring at the young woman. "Thank you so much, Miss Susie!"
Susie beamed, offering my hand a tiny little squeeze. "You're very welcome, Rory. You have to promise to come back so I can work on you more another day, and I can even teach you some things!" Leaning in, her eyes sparkling, she whispered to me. "I'd love to learn more about your Mistress, and all that it entails!" My blush deepened, feeling my clit ache with excitement at her nervous energy, remembering having that curiosity when it came to BDSM.
"I promise, Miss Susie." I stood up, towering over her as we hugged, Susie leading me out by the arm. At the door, she handed me the next letter, offering a giggling wink as she disappeared back inside the salon, feeling far more confident as I opened my next task.
My little Doll, Rory
Isn't Susie just adorable? She seemed extremely curious about you and I, perhaps in the future we shall see if she wants to join you as my little Doll...
You have one final task to complete for me, making it this far has made me swell with pride, my pet. There is a club called Tonic downtown, a bit out of the way but I am sure you will find it. At the door, you will deep curtsy just how I taught you, keep your head lowered, and use the phrase, 'I am Mistress Katrina's Sissy Doll, and I am here to be of service'. Only then will they lead you in, where I have a surprise waiting for you. A surprise that I believe you will very much enjoy...
Mistress Katrina
I whimpered, my clit aching between my legs, knowing it must be a complete mess by now, as I read the final task. My mind raced at what Mistress had left waiting for me at this club, the sun starting to set as I had been out for all of the afternoon. My body heightened with arousal, knowing I'd cum just standing in the street made up as I was, I let out a stream of tiny little whimpers from my newly painted lips, heels one in front of the other as I walked towards my fate.
My legs burned as I finally stood in front of the club, no sign just a burly looking man standing beside a black door, a latex vest showing off strong arms. He eyed me curiously as I walked up, my heart beating so fast as I followed Mistress Katrina's instructions.
"I-I am Mistress Katrina's Sissy Doll, and I am here to be of service." I blushed, hearing the words coming out of my mouth nearly making me faint, slowly dipping into what Mistress called my 'deep curtsy'. A curtsy was cute, a sign of respect, used to be elegant in a pretty dress or uniform, showing devotion to the person you were serving. A deep curtsy, however, was far more. Pinching my skirt with the tips of my fingers, I lifted up the front as I crossed my legs, exposing my wet and dripping clit, shaking with humiliation as I stood motionless in place.
The guard, or whatever his title was, slowly moved towards me, offering no words as I felt his gaze all over my body. A big hand suddenly moved between my legs, gripping my clit as I shook, whimpering hard from being touched. He squeezed, listening to me moan softly, terrified someone further up the little alley we were in would here. The plug continued to hum inside my ass, the constant threat of making me cum my little heart out ever present.
Taking his hand away, he offered it to my mouth, staring into his eyes as I cleaned off my own cum. I moaned around his fingers, pouring all my desperate energy into the task, losing myself in the moment. After a while he smirked, allowing me to drop my skirt finally, beckoning me to follow. With a sigh of relief, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway, happy to be indoors once more.
Never saying a word, my guide brought me into the main room of the club, my eyes wide with excitement. Latex, leather, straps, hoods, collars, lingerie, all of it was openly on display everywhere I looked. Slaves, subs, Masters, Mistresses, owners, couples, pets, and sissies; I saw it all. I understood why this place was so secretive, people wanting to enjoy and indulge in their kinky lifestyles without judgement or worry, feeling flattered that I was let into this inner circle of trust.
He guided me through the crowd and tables, stopping at a booth. With a little squeeze of my ass, I was left alone in front of a group of people I didn't know, knowing immediately that most of these people were dominants. The look, the pose, the general persona that they emitted, all of which just screamed control, blushing and squirming in front of those stares. Sprinkled between some of them were subs more like me, all sneaking glances when they could as they sat perfectly still beside their owners.
One woman caught my eye more than most, moving along the bench seats until she sat right before me. I gulped, worried what I'd have to do for this stranger, before I saw what was around her neck. It was something I hadn't seen for six weeks in person, yet almost daily in teasing pictures. It was something I used to own, have control over, and use frequently. It was something that I willingly gave away, wanting someone else to have it, wanting to learn how to never need it ever again.
It was my key.
Slowly, I looked up, tears beginning to brim in my eyes as I stared at her, a knowing smile spread across her face, hearing her voice for the first time.
"Hello, my Doll." I beamed, instantly kneeling before my Mistress Katrina, gripping her in a tight hug. She laughed, calling me a silly sissy, her hand gently running through my hair. "I told you it would be a surprise you'd enjoy." I giggled, feeling my Mistress dry the happy tears on my cheeks, cupping my chin in her hand just as I had imagined so many times.
"You were such a good girl for me all day, Rory. I received constant updates on your little adventure." I blushed, hearing the rest of the people at the table chuckle, as Mistress Katrina had me stand up to show off my outfit. No longer self conscious in the slightest, I smiled as I twirled, showing off the cute little skirt and top, using every girly pose I could think of to the encouraging cheers I heard coming from the table.
Placing me on my knees once more, Mistress Katrina pulled something out of her bag in the corner. "There's just one final piece to your outfit, one I wanted to do myself." I whimpered, sitting still as the latex hood slowly slipped over my head, settling in place against my face. Staring up at her, my lips and eyes now framed in black latex, I watched as she took out a sleek metal collar, shaking as it was locked around my neck.
Mistress Katrina leaned in to whisper in my ear. "You're completely mine now, Rory. Through and through. Today you showed me what a good Doll you can be, and I am offering my total ownership, if you wish to accept it." I whined, my clit aching hard as I heard her beautiful words.
"Please, Mistress Katrina. Please, a thousand times yes. I want that more than anything in the world." I whimpered, staring up at her from my knees as she smiled, offering a gentle kiss on my new latex forehead.
"It's settled then, my sissy Doll. Starting with that collar you now wear, like your little cage, will never be coming off." I whimpered, shaking with excitement, feeling that next shift in our relationship and dynamic. I raised a finger to gently run along the metal, a new permanent part of my body, a physical manifestation of my devotion to my Mistress.
Standing up, clipping a leash to my new collar, Mistress waved to her friends before offering me a little tug, quickly following behind her towards the back of the club. Led to a dark room, a dungeon of sorts with an assortment of different straps and hooks sticking out of the walls, Mistress stripped me of my glittery top and skirt, blushing hard as she wrapped a waist corset around me, tightly clipped shut.
Placing leather cuffs on my wrists, she raised them above me, clipped to the ceiling, stuck in place. Spreading my legs, she placed each ankle in a spreader bar, feeling myself losing further control of my body, shaking and moaning from all of it mixed with the effect of the plug. Satisfied, Mistress Katrina moved in front of me, staring up as I whimpered away, feeling her hands on my clit.
"Is someone finally eager to cum for her Mistress?" I whined, nodding as I felt my clit ache, desperately needing some form of release, unable to even talk as my mind was overcome by the denial and need coursing through my body. She smiled, offering her fingers for me to clean off, before moving behind me and carefully sliding out the plug, leaving me empty yet almost relieved.
One of the Dom's I saw at the table followed us into the room, his own pet crouched down at his feet. Wearing a cage as well, the sub was directed to kneel before me, their hood bright pink, with two blonde pigtails coming out the top. Beautiful bright blue eyes stared up at me, eagerly awaiting the next orders from her Master.
Mistress returned behind me, gripping my thighs as a cock slid inside my ass, forcing me to throw back my head and moan like a whore, my legs quivering from feeling her fuck me. At the same time, the pink sub beneath me wrapped her lips around my clit, barely moving but trapping it in place.
Standing on a box so I was no longer towering over her in my heels, Mistress Katrina gripped my head in one hand, pulling it back as she growled into my ear. "You are mine now, Rory, and I want to see my Doll cum on my cock." I shook, nearly screaming as she held onto my hips tightly, her thrusts increasing as I cried into the air with desperation.
Six weeks of denial, of teasing, of edging, of playing with my ass, all led to this moment, controlled in the arms of my amazing Mistress. Feeling her firm, commanding grip on my body, the big cock she'd chosen to fuck me with, the aggressive pumping into my sensitive, well-prepared ass, it was a pleasure to submit to the final request of my Mistress, offering a silent scream as I finally came.
My entire body quivered as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, clit erupting into the mouth wrapped around my cage. I heard my Mistress offer words of encouragement, but my mind couldn't make out anything but the euphoric grip I was currently held in. Jets of cum, followed by little squirts left my clit, while I succumbed to my orgasm over and over, seeming to never end as her cock continued to melt my mind with her thrusts.
I whined, whimpered, moaned, cried, begged, and shook as I rode through my release. Hanging in my cuffs, needing the support to stay upright, I giggled and laughed as I came down from the incredible experience, continuing to shake from the effort of such an intense orgasm. Mistress Katrina offered my ass a few spanks, so proud of her sissy Doll.
Taking her cock out of my ass, she replaced it with the plug, once more humming softly inside of me. Slowly, she unclipped my wrists, both my Mistress and the mysterious Master helped lower me to my knees, face to face with the cute sub with her mouth open, eyes sparkling as she showed off all my cum in her mouth.
Mistress Katrina bent down, her lips pressed to my ear. "This is Lois, Master Damien's wife. I want you to thank her for helping with your release, Rory." My wrists still cuffed, resting just above my clit, I happily moaned as I leaned forward, kissing Lois deeply, feeling her gently push my cum into my mouth. We swapped back and forth, making out around my cum over and over, until it dripped down our hoods, our lips coated in cum.
I giggled, blushing along with Lois as we finally pulled apart, her husband and Master cleaning off his toy with a wipe. Mistress thanked him as he left, leaving us alone in the tiny dungeon, still catching my breath from all that had happened. She pressed me to her crotch, whimpering as my head was pulled back, staring up at her.
"You're going to make the perfect little Doll, Rory. I have so much to teach you." I beamed, my cuffed hands reaching out to rest on her legs, wanting to hug my Mistress. She just smiled down at me, taking out a cloth to wipe me down, handing it to me so I could clean up the mess our little makeout session had left.
After I was finished, Mistress Katrina returned my clothes to me, once more blushing in the cute little outfit. Kneeling in front of her, she showed me a new necklace I hadn't seen before, a gold heart that turned into a key now hanging against her chest.
"This," she said, holding the pendant closer so I could see it, "is your new key, Rory. A symbol of devotion, and a pivotal part in being my doll." Taking out my actual key, holding it in both hands, Mistress stared down at me, ensuring she had my full, undivided attention...before snapping it in half.
I squeaked, terror in my eyes as I stared up at her, my clit already aching from seeing such a display. Mistress Katrina drank it in, smiling at the scared little Doll before her, kissing my forehead once more.
"You will of course still be allowed to be unlocked for cleanings, emergencies, and other aspects that life throws at us." Mistress cupped my chin in her hand, listening to me softly whimper constantly being under her spell. "But you will never cum outside of that cage ever again, my sissy. Ever." I whined, seeing the conviction in her eyes, seeing the symbolic key around her neck, knowing how real this truly was.
Clipping the leash to my collar, I was led back to our table, still in a bit of a daze and shock, leaning against my Mistress. I eventually came around out of my submissive haze, chatting with her friends, learning more about them and their lives. The rest of the evening was far more casual, filled with laughter and drinking, Mistress Katrina constantly running her hands over my legs, or through my hair.
I kept a blush on my face all night, unable to stop smiling knowing I was now owned, now fully under her control. I knew Mistress had many more plans for me, training tasks to put me through, and humiliating experiences to laugh at, all of which I was excited and eager to perform for her. My clit ached between my legs, but unlike before, it wasn't met by an eagerness, awaiting my next unlock.
Now, it was simply a reminder of who I truly was, a constant companion to help guide me in becoming the perfect Doll for my Mistress.
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[
"nylons",
"chastity",
"denial",
"sissy",
"crossdressing",
"femme",
"mistress",
"makeover",
"bondage",
"humiliation"
] |
Tell Me To Get You Pregnant
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https://www.literotica.com/s/tell-me-to-get-you-pregnant
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Audio
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[door opens]
What is my baby doing?
Late night work again?
Yeah...i just spoke to dad..they reached home half an hour ago.
Babe...how long are you going to work?
You don't know...? Well do you have an idea atleast..i mean..
Oh okay..um well..do you have a little time.?
Because i wanted to talk..
Babe i know you're just trying to avoid this conversation but..but we have to talk about it..
Baby look we've been married for 2 years now and... we did talk about this before marriage didn't we? you always knew how important it was for me and my parents to have kids..atleast one..you know i love kids.. and you told me you wanted one too..
But.. it's been so long and you always avoid me when i try to talk about it.
Sweetie i know you're working and your career is going great but..look i work too don't i? but i promise i'll give you all the love and support you need..i'll work..i'll cook and clean for you take care of you and everything else. you won't have to move a muscle. infact i'll talk to my boss and start work from home but just say the word babe.
You don't have to stop working right? you can work its just the last two months..we can get you a leave and if anything.. once you recover you can go to work and i'll take care of the baby..okay?
Babe..you...please just talk to me... i'm sure we can..
Sweetie i...
Fine i'll get out.
[door closes]
[scene fades out]
[next scene]
[door knocks]
Babe... can i come in?
Please?
Open the door baby.. let me in.. i just wanna talk okay love..
I promise... no more arguing
Please let me... [door opens]
Thank you...
Hey..no..stop crying baby..its okay..
I'm so sorry for being such a bad husband..im sorry okay?
Dont cry please? I love you so much..
Listen..we don't have to. we can wait for as long as you want. there's no rush for a child. i promise you.. you can just focus on your career.
And... you're right. we just got married and it's too early. i get that. 2 years? god that's nothing! right? (giggles) we need a little time for ourselves now and the rest can wait okay?
Look at me...
I love you..
(giggles) There's the smile i love so much
Come here cute thing..comeee hereeee (the cutest kiss ever)
Yeah? You like holding my hands?
I like holding yours. They're so tiny against mine.. (giggles)
Oh you like it? (giggles)
Yeah...it has been quite a while hasn't it. I'm sorry baby...its just so much work pressure and all the other things..but i promise i'll give you more time from now on..
No baby.. you deserve it.. you deserve all of my time and attention
Yeah you want me to massage your tummy?
(giggles) Whatever my beautiful wife says..
I'm going to start from....here.
(giggles) What..?! Are you ticklish
You're so adorable (a kiss)
Does that feel okay?
Yeah it feels good?
Good..baby...
I just want you to enjoy this..
Yeah..? A little up?
Right.... here..?
(chuckles) You're squirming baby what's wrong? This was your idea wasn't it?..
Your nipples are getting so hard for me...
Why do you not have a bra on baby...fuck.. you're so hot..
Baby what are you...holyshit baby..sto...stop grinding your ass on my cock..fuckk you're..(light moans)
Ofcourse i'm hard.. what did you expect..
Fuck yes baby...yes keep going...god you feel so good..(light moans)
You want my hands somewhere else?
Say it baby... where do you want it..
Yeah..?
I'm...i'm gonna slide my hand inside your pants baby and..fuck.. god how are this wet.. what the fuck sweetie.. you're fucking soaking..
Beg for my finger..yes.. beg for me to put it inside you...
Good girl..yes fuck... does my strong big finger feel good inside that horny little pussy..?
Come on baby...speak up...
Yes... grind against my...fuck..
I've been a bad husband haven't i...
Let me make it up to you..
Yeah you want another finger..?
Beg sweetie..
Say please...
Yes just like that... take it.
Fuck you're so fucking tight around my fingers..
Yeah ride my fingers... you're doing so fucking good..
Here... taste yourself...stick your tongue out..
Take my fingers in your mouth...
Tastes good doesnt it baby..
Good girl...fuckk..you're so fucking pretty..
God i need to taste you baby..
Let me take off your pants..(undressing sounds)
Just lie down and... let me.. get between your legs and.. lick that pretty fucking pussy..
Yes.. wrap your legs around me.
Baby.. what's wrong..i just brushed my tongue against your pussy for once.. you need to calm down..
Yeah? You like that..? you just squeezed your legs tighter around me..
How about... when i..keep rubbing my tongue against your clit..like...this...
(just improv with sucking sounds and muffled words because sucking, light moans in between and licking or whatever)
Yes...keep grinding up against my face..(muffled)
God you taste so..fucking good..
Fuckk your pussy is so fucking wet and needy baby..
You want a finger inside..?
(you can go for subtle wet sounds for the fingering)
Yes sweetie just take my finger inside you while i suck that swollen fucking clit..(sucking sounds) fuck yes...(muffled)
Fuckk... your pussy is tightening around my finger.. do you like feeling my...yeah you do...fuck i know baby...i do..
I'm gonna fuck you with my tongue...okay baby..?
Does that feel good.. does my tongue feel good inside that pretty little pussy..(muffled)
Fuck sweetie.. let me rub that clit for you..
Holy shit you're... you're shaking baby...fuck... you're that sensitive...?
Baby... you're such a good girl for me...oh my god.. taking my.. fingers and tongue so fucking well...
Babe just...just pull your top up..let me see those beautiful tits..
Fuck yeah just like that...god.. you're so hot..
Yeah it's too much..? Its okay baby... just fucking cum for me..i need you to cum all over my face and fingers..
Yeah..? You're gonna cum..?(muffled)
Fucking cum for me then...(muffled)
God yes.. im gonna rub your clit faster okay?
No..baby...i won't fucking stop until you cum...(muffled)
Just....yes fuckkkk....
Oh my god...good fucking girl...
(listener orgasm)
So much cum...you did so good for me sweetie..
I'm sorry baby...i can't help it..i can't stop myself from... rubbing my cock against the pillow..fuck...i just...the sounds you were making...and watching you cum got me so fucking hard and horny...my cock is fucking throbbing for you..
Babe no...nonono...we can't...uhm..
I don't have a condom..and..i know you're not on birth control..
That's okay baby.. don't worry about.. i'll just jerk off.
No really i...
You just want me to...rub..my cock.. against your pussy..?
Are you.. sure...?
Okay...yeah..uh...we can't put it inside..just..rubbing it against..yeah..okay...yes..i really fucking need to feel you..
Just take off my...(undressing sfx)
Look at it...can you see how hard i am..for you..
Oh god i need to feel that pussy..
Spead your legs for me...fuck...your pussy is fucking begging for my cock..
(subtle wet sounds)
Fuckk...you're so fucking wet..oh my god baby.. you feel so good...
Yeah..? fuck..its fucking throbbing for you..(moans)
You get me so fucking worked up..
Baby don't..(moans) don't fucking do that...if you keep doing that..i won't be able to hold myself back..
God youre so pretty..kiss me (kissing)
I wanna fuck you so bad sweetie...it's fucking hard..(moans)
I can't...baby..i fucking need to be inside you..please...
No fucking... don't fucking stop me please..i need you..god i need you so fucking bad..
Please...i need you...my cock needs your pussy fuck...just trust me okay..
(subtle wet sounds stop)
I...i promise i won't cum inside.. i'll pull out.. i'll pull before i cum..just let me..let me fuck you..please...
Fuckk..thank you..thank you so much baby...
Thank you for...i'm..im going to put it inside okay..?
Look at me sweetie...yeah keep looking at me...tell me you want my cock..tell me you need me inside you as bad as i need to be inside of you..(moans)
Yeah...? say please...
Fuckkkk yes...good girl...good fucking girl..
No don't fucking look away... keep looking at me while i put my cock inside you..
(wet sounds)
Yes fucking take it... take it for me...
Yes.. just a little more...oh fuckk... you're so fucking tight around my cock baby...(moans)
No don't worry baby..ill pull out i fucking promise...
Just....yeah..? you want it deeper..?
You think you can take it..? you think you can take my entire fucking cock..? say it baby.. use your fucking words..
Yes?
(more wet sounds)
Such a good girl for me...fuck... (moans)
(slow sex/ wet sounds)
I'm gonna be gentle.. you deserve to be taken care of..
Slow.. and gentle thrusts for my beautiful wife...god the faces and sounds you're making... makes me wanna...
No..i fucking know...i won't...i won't cum...(moans)
You want me to go harder..?
I can do that sweetie... tell me if it's too much okay..?
Oh it won't be huh? (giggles)
(sex/wet sounds get faster)
Then fucking take it... yes fucking clenching around my cock like that..keep going baby...fuck you're doing so good for me(moans)
Your pussy is getting so fucking wet and tight sweetie... are you about to cum..
Fuckkk please cum for me...(moans)
No... it's fine.. just fucking cum.. i'll pull out...i won't cum inside i...yes... please i wanna feel you cum around my hard fucking cock...(moans)i need it baby.. please...
Yeah..let me rub that clit stupid for you...
Yeah..? you're going to cum..? goood girl cum for me..cum on my cock baby
Fuckk yess...just like that...oh my god...i..no..i won't stop rubbing your clit...keep fucking cumming for me...(moans)
(sex/wet sounds get slower)
God...you've made such a fucking mess on my cock..
(sex/wet sounds get faster again and remains the same till the end)
No..baby...i cant stop..(moans)
I know you're fucking sensitive..but..but i can't fucking stop...(moans)i need to...fuck..im gonna cum...
No fucking don't stop me baby ...just look at me...let me fuck..you...let me breed you...(moans)
Yes... don't you want my babies inside you...
Look at me and tell me...tell me you want me to.. get you pregnant..(moans)
Its okay baby...im gonna fucking cum...(moans)baby i cant hold back just fucking tell me to get you pregnant...
Fuckkk yes... oh my fucking god..im going to get you pregnant baby...i'm going put my babies inside you...(moans)
Fuck i'm cumming...baby i'm cumming ...take my fucking cum...im....(moans)
(improv speaker orgasm)
(catching breath)
Fuckk...did we just... (catching breath and giggles)
Baby...did i force you into...
No..? okay...good...i..fuckk... (giggles)
I can't believe we actually did this...unless youre going to be on some medica...
No? Oh....um..wow (giggles) so....does that mean...you want a baby as well...?
Wait really...?
Because baby if you're joking about this...
You're not....oh my god...
Fuck...sweetie...i can't even describe how happy i am...this is finally happening...god we...
We're finally going to have our.. OUR little family.. (giggles)
Oh you want a girl?
No no no... i want a boy..i'm totally going to make him a gym freak and gamer like me..
(giggles) Okay i mean...having a mini you running around the house won't be that bad..i hope she isn't as stubborn as you
Yes you are.
Yeah don't even try to deny that. You're are extremely stubborn
Excuse me??? I am not dumb.
No i'm not!!!
I'll bite youuuu come hereeee
Come to meee (kisses)
Now how about you take some rest and then in the morning we talk about setting up a nursery..?
Yes... alreadyyyy!!!
No.. no im not crazy.
Stopppp (giggles)
I love you babe
Mhm...good night.. (a kiss)
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"husband",
"romance",
"impregnation",
"breeding",
"playful",
"wife"
] |
Reclaimed in Mussoorie Ch. 05
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https://www.literotica.com/s/reclaimed-in-mussoorie-ch-05
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Gay Male
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Author's Note:
The punishment begins.
But the worst blow isn't a hand.
It's the reveal.
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Ishaan drifted in a haze of half-sleep and soreness, face turned toward the dim window. His head pulsed with a faint hangover. Not sharp, but sticky and slow, the ghost of too many whiskies still clinging behind his eyes.
The mountains outside were dusted pink; light seeped through the curtains and striped the room in pastel bars. A slow exhale gusted across the back of his neck, warm, steady, familiar. Vikram's arm lay slung heavy over his waist.
He might have dozed again, but a thick droplet slid from his hole and tickled down the curve of his cheek. Memory jolted him fully awake: the dawnfuck hours earlier, the grind he'd started in his sleep, Vikram's brutal correction, the torrent of seed left deep inside. During the brief collapse that followed, Vikram's cock must have softened and slipped free. The bedding beneath Ishaan was still damp where his thighs met. Every shift reminded him of being used.
He almost relaxed into that thought, until the arm tightened.
A subtle flex. Then another.
Ishaan froze. His own breathing paused. He tried to gauge whether Vikram was waking or merely stirring. The warm bulk behind him shifted, nudging closer, thigh sliding between his legs. A soft grunt rumbled near Ishaan's ear, a feral, half-dreaming sound, and Vikram's palm flattened on Ishaan's lower belly.
One lazy drag of that broad hand downward, fingers grazing the sticky patch where cum and sweat had dried on skin. A deeper inhale from Vikram. Conscious now.
Ishaan braced.
There was no warning. No teasing. One moment Vikram's cock was nestled limp at Ishaan's cleft; the next, that thick shaft pressed, lined up, and plunged in a single ruthless drive, sheathing every inch in the slick residue of the night before.
Ishaan's body spasmed. A choked cry punched out of his chest. His thighs tensed, back arching like he could outrun the heat inside him. But the sensation struck too fast, not just burn, but fullness. Relief. Shame curled up his spine. He shouldn't need it this bad again. And yet, God, it felt right.
The stretch was molten; the heat immediate. He clawed at the sheet, back arching into the thrust instinctively even as it burned. Vikram held him fast, forearm a steel band across his torso, pinning him to the mattress.
Vikram's cock didn't slide in, it claimed. One relentless, greedy plunge, burying itself to the hilt through last night's slick and this morning's surrender. No hesitation. No mercy. Just heat meeting heat, the full length of him swallowed in a single breathless second.
"Morning, needy thing," he growled, voice syrup-rough, but fully awake now.
Ishaan gasped, half in pain, half in delirious joy. "M-morning..."
Vikram withdrew halfway and slammed again. Wet sounds, slick, messy, filled the hush. He'd pulled nothing from last night's cum-slick chaos; he didn't need to. Ishaan's body welcomed him with obscene readiness. The drag of thick flesh over raw nerves made Ishaan's vision blur.
Another thrust. Another. Rhythm building fast, too fast. Ishaan's cock, flaccid moments earlier, engorged in seconds. With every thrust, Ishaan's cock dragged across the damp sheet, trapped and grinding. Slick gathered at the tip, a shameful, needy puddle that smeared each time Vikram's hips snapped forward. Each piston stoked it further.
Vikram's mouth hovered at Ishaan's ear. "Still leaking. Good. Saves me lube." A brutal snap of hips punctuated the sentence.
Ishaan whimpered. His prostate fired sparks through his spine. Orgasm gathered far too quickly, nerves raw from earlier denial. He shifted his hips, tried to nudge away from the edge.
Vikram sensed it. "Stay on the edge," he rasped, thrusts shortening but hardening into quick, ruthless jabs. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."
Ishaan's breath hitched, begging without words. Ishaan clenched everything, his thighs, his fists, even the muscles of his stomach. Anything to hold back the spill building like a scream. But the pressure was molten, curling behind his balls, trembling at the base of his cock. He was so fucking close.
Vikram must have felt the tell-tale flutter. He yanked out abruptly. The sudden emptiness punched a moan from Ishaan's throat. His cock throbbed untouched, slick at the crown.
"You need punishment first," Vikram said, voice steady now, fully in command.
Ishaan's body sagged, every muscle trembling. He nodded shakily against the pillow.
Vikram's hand released his waist. Heavy breathing slowed, sharpening into focus. He rolled Ishaan onto his back, then slid off the bed, standing tall beside the mattress, naked, erection glossy with the mix of last night's cum and fresh slick. Ishaan stayed prone, eyes glassy.
"How many spanks for sneaking my cock without permission?" Vikram asked, tone casual, as if discussing breakfast.
Ishaan swallowed. "Twenty?" He offered the number weakly, both hopeful and fearful.
A small, dangerous smile curved Vikram's mouth. "Not nearly enough."
He leaned down, grabbed Ishaan's wrist, and hauled him upright with effortless strength. Ishaan's legs wobbled; his hole pulsed, dripping a clear, ropey line down his inner thigh.
"Fifty," Vikram decided, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet. "You'll count. Loud." He turned, sat on the mattress edge, then tugged Ishaan across his lap.
Ishaan folded over obediently, palms on the sheet, cheek against cotton. His cock dangled between Vikram's thighs, heavy and glistening. Behind him, Vikram's shaft jutted, slick spear of flesh that had just left his body hungry.
"Ready to count?"
Ishaan's answer came soft but sure. "Yes, sir."
Vikram adjusted Ishaan's hips, spreading his legs a touch wider, tilting him so the bruised, flushed cheeks were perfectly presented. The position opened his leaking hole to cool air; slick dribbled down to the bedspread below.
Ishaan shivered. Shame, thrill, dread, need, all spiraled into a dizzy heat.
Vikram's palm hovered ... then settled, gentle, rubbing circles across heated skin. The caress made Ishaan whimper, not pain, but anticipation. Vikram's other hand traced along Ishaan's spine: possession in every stroke.
Finally, Vikram spoke, breath warm over Ishaan's back. "You count. Fifty. And remember: you don't cum." His palm lifted.
Ishaan inhaled.
Everything inside him clenched in readiness.
The first strike hadn't fallen. But the edge of punishment already sliced through the quiet morning light and Ishaan was desperate to meet it.
The bedroom had shifted from dawn-gray to amber. Sunlight sliced between the curtains and striped the bedspread, catching the sweat beading on Ishaan's spine. The room smelled of sleep, sex, and the faint spice of mountain air that leaked through the cracked window. Outside, distant wedding drums were warming up for the day, a muffled dhol rhythm still half-asleep.
Inside, everything felt razor-focused.
Ishaan's lungs stretched thin; head turned sideways, cheek crushed into the cool sheet. Vikram's thick thigh pinned Ishaan's leaking cock against the mattress, warm, hard muscle pressing the sensitive shaft just enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Below, Vikram's own cock hung slick and heavy, brushing Ishaan's hip each time he shifted for a better angle to deliver the first smack.
A moment's hush.
Then Vikram's voice, low, even, broke it. "If it's too much at any point, say stop. Understood?"
Ishaan's breath trembled in his chest, but he managed: "Yes... I want it. Punish me."
The agreement clicked into place like a collar around his mind. Vikram stroked once over Ishaan's bruised right cheek, gentle, almost tender, then lifted his hand.
Ishaan braced.
CRACK.
"One," Ishaan counted, voice hot in his own ears. A fiery sting bloomed where Vikram's palm landed.
CRACK.
"Two."
Vikram spanked hard, sharp, deliberate, but spread evenly so no single blow broke skin. The noise filled the suite, a punishing metronome. By the fifth strike, Ishaan's cheeks radiated heat; by the tenth, every nerve below his waist tangled pain with arousal.
"Eleven... twelve..."
Vikram's free hand anchored Ishaan's lower back, reminding him not to squirm. Not that Ishaan wanted to escape. Every slap drove a pulse through his cock; pre-cum had already glazed the dark hair on Vikram's thigh beneath him.
CRACK.
"Fifteen." Ishaan's voice cracked.
Vikram paused. His palm rubbed slow circles over fresh welts, heat and softness mixing like balm and brand. "Still good?"
Ishaan's eyes were glassy, part tears, part lust. "Yes, please. Keep going."
The hand lifted again.
CRACK.
At twenty, Ishaan's voice slurred around the number; his hips rolled involuntarily, seeking friction, but Vikram's firm forearm denied him. The denial itself felt as fiery as any slap.
"Twenty-five... thirty... thirty-one."
Each count tumbled from Ishaan's lips, half-sob, half-prayer. Tears soaked the sheet; drool dampened his chin. But with each number his need grew wilder, cock pulsing against the unforgiving thigh that trapped it.
By thirty-five, sweat glistened on Vikram's shoulders. He stopped again, palm flattening to soothe red flesh. "Should I continue?" he murmured.
Ishaan swallowed past a raw throat. "Yes. Please—"
The rest of the plea ended in a gasp as Vikram's hand struck again, harder than before. Thirty-six echoed; then thirty-seven; thirty-eight, Ishaan's voice high and cracking.
His mind blurred. Slap. Count. Slap. Count. The numbers kept him tethered; the pain kept him aflame. And underneath it all, humiliation sang, a bright, dirty thrill that this was happening between friends who were supposed to be equals.
"Forty-four, forty-five..."
His cock leaked a glossy strand across Vikram's thigh, slicking skin. Every time he tried to shift, Vikram's left hand pressed his hips down, pinning him deeper to that hot, humiliating contact.
"Forty-nine." His voice nearly gave out. Tears dripped off his nose onto the sheet.
CRACK.
"Fifty." The final number escaped on a shaky exhale.
Silence. Only Ishaan's ragged breathing and the faint ruffle of lungs expanding in Vikram's chest.
Vikram set his palm flat atop the reddened heat, massaging softly, almost worshipful. Ishaan shivered. The contrast, burn then balm, made his cock throb so hard stars burst behind his eyelids.
Vikram bent forward, lips at Ishaan's ear. Breath hot. "Remember this: I decide when you're used, when you cum. This was only part of your punishment."
Ishaan tried to nod, tears streaking clean lines through the salt on his cheeks. His hole twitched, empty and needy, as though clenching in reply.
"Show me that mouth," Vikram commanded.
He guided Ishaan upright, knees hitting the carpet. Ishaan's thighs quivered, ass aflame, cock bobbing, leaving flecks of moisture on his stomach. Vikram stood; his own shaft hung gleaming with juices from Ishaan's ass and a rich scent.
"Look at the mess you've made," Vikram said, stroking once from thick base to flushed tip. "If I fuck you again now, you'll spray all over my thighs. You're too close."
Ishaan's gaze locked on the slick head inches from his lips. He tasted salt, sweat, and anticipation on the back of his tongue already.
"So you'll use your mouth, clean me, and you still don't cum." Vikram threaded fingers into Ishaan's hair, no gentler than the spanking had been, tilting his head back to seal the command.
Ishaan opened, took the tip to his tongue, and tasted himself first, earthy, faintly bitter remnants from inside his own body. Humiliation and thrill fused as he wrapped lips deeper, housing inch after greedy inch of Vikram's cock. His throat parted, accepting unhurriedly until Vikram nudged the back wall.
The grip in his hair tightened. "Deeper, make that throat my washcloth."
Ishaan obeyed, moaning around the bulk, drool gathering at the corners of his mouth. Each pull back drew more of their mingled musk across his palate; each slide forward seated that scent like stain.
Vikram set a languid pace, hips rolling shallow at first, letting Ishaan's lips and tongue work. Ishaan hollowed his cheeks, vacuuming; then flattened his tongue, dragging it along the thick vein underside. He reveled in the taste, briny, slick, wholly Vikram. The pain in his buttocks morphed to molten ache in his gut. His cock dribbled onto his thigh, denied even a stroke.
"Look up," Vikram ordered.
Ishaan's eyes rolled upward, wet, wide, pupils blown. Vikram's gaze smoldered, jaw tight. That expression of absolute possession pushed Ishaan's shame to a new high; it felt like being pinned open with a stare alone.
He worked harder, swallowing at each glide, letting Vikram's head push past the ring. Small gags spasmed, massaging the shaft. Vikram's fingers tightened, then eased, petting hair once, a silent praise that made Ishaan's heart lurch.
"You taste yourself?" Vikram murmured, voice thickening. "That's you, right there on my skin."
Ishaan hummed around the length, yes, yes, he tasted it, reveled in it, surrendered to it.
Vikram began to tilt hips faster, but still controlled, short thrusts, feeding himself into that wet heat. Ishaan relaxed throat, taking more each time. Drool slicked his chin; his knees spread wider for balance. His crimson ass clenched with every shove, nerves still singing from the spanking.
"Ready to milk me?" Vikram asked, brow furrowed, breath heating.
Ishaan moaned agreement without words.
Vikram buried deep, held, then drew back with a hiss. The second plunge pressed Ishaan's nose to the trimmed hair at Vikram's base; Ishaan swallowed convulsively, throat embracing. A third thrust, harder, set Vikram's abs trembling.
Hand fisted in hair; a low groan tore loose: "Fuck."
Release came hot. Ishaan felt it first as a pulse, the root jerking in his mouth, then a pulse that surged forward, a wash of heat filling his mouth. He kept his lips sealed, throat working, doing exactly what Vikram had ordered. One swallow, then another. Salty, slick, undeniably theirs. He made himself breathe through his nose, eyes half-lidded as the last tremor ran through the man towering over him.
Vikram's hand stayed buried in Ishaan's hair a second longer, grounding them both, then loosened, those rough fingertips dragging a stripe of wetness along Ishaan's cheek. A smear of spit and seed, like a signature. He rubbed it in thoughtfully, then thumbed the corner of Ishaan's mouth, coaxing the smallest drop from his lip so he could watch Ishaan lick it back in.
For a moment nothing moved but their chests. Ishaan knelt on aching legs, ass throbbing, cock heavy and blue with denial. His throat worked once more, making sure not a trace remained. He held Vikram's gaze, silently asking if that had been enough.
A soft, almost satisfied exhale answered him.
Vikram cupped the back of Ishaan's neck, squeezing, not tender exactly, but final, then let go and stepped away. He reached for a towel by the wardrobe and slung it over his shoulder as he walked toward the en-suite, every casual stretch of muscle a reminder of the power he wielded without even trying.
At the doorway he paused and looked back. Sunlight framed him, limning his shoulders, the lean V of his hips, the still-half-stiff outline beneath. His voice came quiet but unmistakable:
"Baraat starts in less than an hour. You're still denied. And you're going to leak the whole time, just so you remember who decides when you spill."
Ishaan's pulse hammered. He nodded once, small, deferential, still kneeling on the carpet. The welts on his ass sang with heat; his skin felt stretched too tight for his body. But the burn, the ache... it all settled into a deep, humming rightness. It was the drug he'd come to crave more than any release.
Vikram's mouth twitched, somewhere between smirk and fondness. Then he disappeared into the bathroom. The door clicked shut. Water hissed on.
Ishaan stayed exactly where he was. Knees pressed into carpet. Thighs trembling from effort. Cock dangling, pulsing, a bead gathering at the tip only to slip down the shaft. In the hush left behind, he could hear his heartbeat thudding in his ears, could feel every echo of the spanking along his flesh, every stretch of earlier thrusts inside his body.
His tongue flicked over his lips. Salty-sweet reminder.
Outside the suite, a burst of laughter traveled down the hallway, groomsmen heading toward breakfast, unaware of the raw tableau behind this closed door. The contrast made him shiver. Public face, private truth. Two lives stitched together by one man's hand.
Ishaan inhaled, letting the sting settle into memory. Then, slowly, he pushed himself upright. His legs wobbled, but he found balance and padded toward the mirror. The reflection stopped him cold: flushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to his forehead, dried tears streaking faintly down each side. His shoulders bore pale prints from Vikram's grip; his backside, an angry red bloom. Between his legs, his cock stood swollen, untouched, glistening.
Ishaan should have felt shame, maybe he did, but the stronger emotion was belonging. Every mark spelled it out: owned.
Inside the bathroom, the shower shut off. Steam curled beneath the doorframe. Ishaan took one last look at the reflection, at the man who had, not so long ago, believed himself in total control around women, who'd never imagined he'd kneel like this for anyone. Then he turned, padded to the dresser for a fresh towel, and waited, knees obediently kissing the floor again, until Vikram re-emerged, towel at his waist, ready to dictate how the rest of the day would unfold.
The sun climbed higher. Drums outside boomed a call-to-arms for the groom's procession. And Ishaan, ass crimson, cock dripping, punishment only half-over, gave thanks in silence for every bruise that proved exactly where he belonged.
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Ishaan's knees ached against the carpet, but he didn't move. The bedroom smelled of steam and sandal-soap drifting from the en-suite where Vikram was finishing his shower. Dawn's amber had brightened to a full-bodied morning gold; motes of dust hung lazy in the slanted light.
His thighs still trembled. A thin ribbon of slick teased down the inside of one leg, proof of everything that had happened since sunrise. The spanking heat throbbed under his skin, fifty precise strikes and Vikram's palm still ghosted there, an ember that refused to cool. The command to stay leaking hummed louder than the distant wedding drums outside.
A knock startled him.
Too light, too fast, then the door pushed open anyway. Ishaan reacted on instinct, scrambling up onto Vikram's bed. He yanked the blanket just as the door swung wide.
His thighs left damp smears on the carpet. The inside of one leg still glistened with a trail of slick. When he stood, a drop of cum clung to the crease where cheek met thigh.
"Morning, you degenerates! You decent?" Tanmay's grin led the way in. His eyes flicked left, right and settled on the sight Ishaan hadn't managed to hide: One bare, crimson cheek peeked from beneath the edge of the duvet, a raw bloom against the pale fabric. A faint sheen marked where lubrication and seed had dripped, red handprints climbing his lower back like currency stamped into flesh.
Tanmay blinked, then cackled. "Bro... did Trisha and Aditi sneak in after we crashed? Or did Vikram finally tap that girly ass?"
Face burning, Ishaan buried into the pillow. "Hangover," he muttered, voice muffled.
"Hangover? Looks like you got bred." Tanmay's laugh bounced off the walls. He stepped fully inside, unbothered, wearing baraat trousers and an undershirt. "No pants either? Wild night, champ."
Ishaan's cheeks burned hotter, and his mind scrambled for a quick escape. The truth wasn't an option, not here, not now. He needed to deflect, to sound casual, like this was nothing out of the ordinary. The best excuse he could cobble together spilled out before he fully caught it.
"I was drunk, man. Couldn't find my boxers, and the churidars were digging into my thighs like a chokehold. Figured the blanket would do."
He hoped it sounded convincing enough to bury any further questions.
The shower cut off. A second later the bathroom door opened and Vikram emerged, towel knotted at his hips, hair wet and dripping onto his shoulders. He clocked Tanmay first, then took in Ishaan's half-hidden state. A lazy grin grew.
"He stripped around two a.m., crawled into my bed whining something about how horny he was," Vikram said, voice still morning-rough. "Kept throwing that fat, girly ass around like bait. What was I supposed to do, sleep? Shit practically begged to be pinned. I did what had to be done."
Tanmay doubled over laughing, swatting the doorframe with the flat of his hand. "Fucking hell. Been saying for years, he's got an ass that doesn't belong on a dude. Round, soft, full-on porn bounce."
He turned to Ishaan, wagging his eyebrows like they were still back in school. "If you're taking new applicants, bro, I've got stamina. Just saying."
Ishaan groaned from under the blanket, face half-buried in the pillow. "You guys are deranged. I take off my pants one night and suddenly I'm the local cum-dump?"
Tanmay whooped. "You said it, not me!"
Ishaan voice was quiet but sharp. "Trust me Tanmay, even if I volunteered my ass, you wouldn't be able to handle it."
Because only one man ever could. Only Vikram. The only one he'd ever bend for.
"You're both a disaster," Tanmay declared, shaking his head with mock dismay. Then he clapped, loud, cheerful. "Baraat rolls in fifteen. Finish your freakshow and get downstairs before the groom starts without his entourage."
He turned to leave, then paused in the doorframe, grin sharpening. His eyes flicked to Vikram too, towel low, a faint reddish bite blooming under the collarbone.
"Seriously though, whichever of you got railed, hydrate. Nothing ruins a baraat like wobbly legs." With that parting shot, he disappeared down the hallway, laughter trailing after him.
Silence reclaimed the suite. Water plinked from Vikram's hair onto the hardwood.
Ishaan peeked over the blanket, cheeks blazing. "I... I thought he'd knock again."
Then, with a deliberate movement, Vikram reached back and locked the door behind him, the soft click echoing through the room.
"You could've locked the door," Vikram's tone was reprimand and amusement in equal measure. He crossed to the dresser, toweling his hair. "Still, he didn't see much. Just enough to keep guessing."
Ishaan's gaze dropped. The pink silicone plug sat on the nightstand exactly where Vikram had placed it earlier, bright as a warning beacon. The plug's curved stem glinting in daylight, soft, girly, obscene. A mute confession left out in the open.
Had Tanmay's quick scan landed on it? His stomach clenched.
Vikram noticed the direction of the stare, followed it, and chuckled. "Relax. He was looking at your ass, not your nightstand." He tossed the towel aside, approached the bed. His hand curved over the blanket, finding the welt-hot curve beneath. He rubbed slowly, rough enough to sting, gentle enough to soothe.
Ishaan shivered. The heat of that palm against punished flesh made his cock twitch despite itself.
"You'll get another chance to show off... maybe when there's no blanket to hide behind," Vikram murmured, leaning closer. "Remember, only I decide when you break and when you spill." His thumb traced a lingering bruise, possession in every stroke.
Ishaan whispered, "Yes."
Vikram straightened. "Ten minutes. Shower. Then you shave if you need and get into sherwani. We're standing guard for the groom, remember?"
Ishaan nodded. As Vikram stepped toward the wardrobe to retrieve his under-layers, Ishaan slipped from the bed. Each step sent a muted ache through his buttocks and a warm slide of slick between his cheeks, Vikram's warning made tangible.
He stole a final glance at the door, half-expecting it to burst open again. It stayed shut. Somewhere outside, trumpets began their practice run, a bright, brassy fanfare announcing that Day Five, in all its pomp and pageantry, was officially underway.
Ishaan exhaled. Shame still prickled under his skin, but beneath it pulsed something fiercer: anticipation. The day was only beginning, and Vikram had promised he was not done.
With shaking fingers he scooped up the pink plug, hiding it in the blanket fold. Then he padded toward the bathroom where steam still clung to the mirror, ready to scrub, to steel himself, and to leak silently through the most public hours of the wedding, all while no one around him knew just why his smile curved a fraction too tight.
He stepped over the threshold, looking back once: Vikram, towel gone, pulling cotton boxers up muscular thighs, a faint bruise of teeth at his collarbone, Ishaan's teeth, and a small, satisfied tilt to his mouth.
His cock throbbed once under the blanket, full, untouched. Denied.
Daylight pooled between them: bright, bold, and complicit.
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The bathroom light flicked on behind Ishaan as he stepped in, skin flushed from the morning heat, limbs still sluggish from what had just happened. The burn across his ass hadn't faded. Neither had the slow ache in his hole or the simmering need still pooling low in his belly.
He was only in the bathroom for seconds when he heard Vikram's voice from outside the door, casual, low, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened that morning.
"Got an extra pair of socks?"
Ishaan spat toothpaste into the sink. "Yeah. Duffle bag."
Out in the room, Vikram crossed over to the corner where Ishaan's luggage was half-unzipped and slouched against the wall. The bag still smelled faintly of Ishaan's cologne, laundry detergent, and something subtly sweeter. Vikram reached in, pushed past a bottle of face wash and a travel pouch, and froze.
The scrap of black lace wasn't folded. It sat loose, crumpled between a t-shirt and a spare towel. Lace-trimmed, satin-lined, unmistakable.
Not socks.
Vikram raised his eyebrows, pulling the panties free with two fingers. The black lace gleamed faintly in the morning light. The cut wasn't shy, slim front, cheeky back, with a tiny satin bow on the waistband.
He smiled slowly.
Then he sat back on Ishaan's bed, legs still spread, bare-chested, in only his charcoal grey boxer briefs. The panties he laid out beside him, smoothing them carefully on the sheets like a ritual. And he waited.
Ishaan emerged five minutes later, towel draped around his shoulders, hair still damp. He was naked, water clinging to his skin in small rivulets, steam rising faintly off his back. His walk was sluggish, uneven, the soreness of the morning's punishment lingering in every step. The skin of his ass still bore it, faint red streaks, fresh and tender.
But then he looked up, and saw the sight in front of him.
Vikram. Still mostly naked. Still lounging. Still looking at him with that unreadable expression. And right beside him, the black lace panties.
Ishaan's stomach dropped. Of course he'd found them. And somewhere deep down, Ishaan already knew—he'd end up wearing them.
"You, found those?" he asked, throat tight.
Vikram didn't blink. "Didn't know you wore panties now."
Ishaan exhaled hard through his nose. "They're not mine."
Vikram raised one brow. "Oh? You're carrying someone else's underwear?"
"She..." Ishaan hesitated. Normally he would have smirked, bragged, tossed the panties across the bed like a trophy. But not today. Not after this morning. Not with the way Vikram looked at him now. "She gave them to me. Said they'd help me remember her during the trip."
Vikram leaned back on one elbow, eyes gleaming with quiet victory. "And yet here you are. Leaking and sore. Plugged and punished. Guess she didn't leave much of a mark after all."
Ishaan swallowed. "I didn't plan to."
Vikram cut him off. Voice flat. "Your punishment's not over."
"But it can be."
Ishaan looked up, heart hammering. Vikram's eyes were still on the panties, like they weren't a suggestion, but a sentence.
"Wear them."
Silence.
Ishaan stared at the lace. Black. Soft. Humiliating.
He felt it hit deeper than the plug, deeper than the spanking.
This wasn't just being used. This was putting it on himself.
He glanced at Vikram, uncertain.
"Under the sherwani?" His voice cracked halfway through.
Vikram gave the faintest nod. "Lace on skin. Plug in. You walk through the baraat dressed like that. Then we're done."
Ishaan's stomach flipped. His cock twitched. He knew it wasn't really a deal. It was a dare. A leash.
This was filth layered under silk. A secret wrapped around his cock. And Vikram was asking, no, commanding him to choose it.
He paused. Shame rose in his throat. His cheeks burned. But his body was already answering. Of course he'd wear them. Vikram told him. That was enough.
He stepped forward, reaching for the panties and the small pink plug still lying on the bed from earlier. He grabbed both and turned.
Vikram's voice stopped him at the foot of the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
Ishaan turned slowly, towel still around his shoulders.
"My girl wears them in front of me."
The words didn't sting. They undid him.
Ishaan let the towel slide off his shoulders and fall.
His body was still flushed from earlier. His thighs glistened faintly from a rinse that hadn't cleaned everything. Red marks streaked across his ass, angry and raw. His hole was still slightly puffy, the faintest ring of pink from a morning of being opened and owned.
He walked to the center of the room and stood between Vikram and the long vertical mirror across the bed. He could see Vikram's reflection clearly, broad shoulders, boxer-clad thighs, the shadow of his cock outlined under cotton. And he could see himself, naked, lean, exposed, marked.
He bent.
Both hands behind him. Spit on his fingers. Rubbed it around the soft plug. He could see his own face in the mirror, eyes dark, lips slightly parted. See Vikram behind him, watching with unblinking hunger.
Ishaan pressed the plug against his hole, took a breath, and pushed.
The familiar stretch hit. The pink silicone slipped in with a soft pop. He moaned quietly, not because it hurt, but because he needed it.
He straightened. Plug snug, cock heavy.
Then he reached for the panties.
They were cool in his hand. Smooth. Silken. He stepped into them slowly, one leg at a time. Pulled them up his thighs, over his ass.
They fit. Disturbingly well.
The lace hugged his cheeks perfectly, tight over tender skin. The waistband sat low across his hips. His semi-hard cock bulged obscenely through the front, too much for the tight fabric. But the feel of lace on his sore skin sent a thrill up his spine. Across his ass, the cut was high, almost girly. The outline of the plug showed faintly beneath the dark lace. And the redness? Visible, just barely, like a blush under filth.
He looked in the mirror.
From behind, he didn't look like a man. Not really.
The smooth skin, the curve of his hips, the arch of his back, it all looked... trained. Feminine. Owned.
And still, his cock twitched.
He turned slightly, trying to get a better look at himself from the side. The lace was already darkening in the front with pre-cum.
Vikram watched, cock thickening. He'd fucked Ishaan two hours ago, plugged him, spanked him, left him dripping.
And yet the sight of that lace riding up soft, sore skin made his hands twitch. One more minute of this and he'd bend Ishaan over the dresser, wedding be damned.
Vikram stood.
Crossed the room in three steps.
Now they both stood in front of the mirror, Ishaan with his back to it, Vikram facing it. The image was absurd. Ishaan: lace-wrapped, flushed, breathing heavily. Vikram: tall, broad, a thick outline of hard cock in his boxers.
The contrast couldn't be clearer.
Vikram's hands gripped Ishaan's ass. Firm. Possessive. Thumbs stroking the lace slowly, grazing over the raw, still-warm marks from earlier.
"This hole's mine," he said, voice low near Ishaan's ear. "This day? Yours to suffer."
Ishaan whimpered softly. His knees almost buckled. Vikram's left hand crept lower, palm hot on ravaged cheek, squeezing; the right thumb pressed at the plug base through lace until Ishaan's head fell back on Vikram's shoulder, a broken sigh spilling out.
Satisfied, Vikram nipped Ishaan's lobed ear, then eased away. "Dress."
They dressed after that, slowly, silently.
They moved like clockwork. Ishaan tugged a pair of silk trouser-liners up first, Vikram's idea of containment, creased white fabric over black lace, delicious friction across overstimulated skin. He stepped into the ivory churidar, tying the drawstring above the hidden waistband. Each bend compressed the plug, teasing him. He bit down a moan.
Vikram handed over the cream sherwani, rich brocade, gold buttons, and guided Ishaan's arms into the sleeves. Fingers brushed Ishaan's hairless chest, trailed along the curve of his stomach, paused at the final clasp just above the navel; Ishaan sucked a breath. Button by button, Vikram sealed him in, trapping hot secret beneath princely elegance.
When it was Vikram's turn, Ishaan helped, slipping the man's own sherwani across broad shoulders, trying not to tremble when knuckles grazed Vikram's still-swollen cock. Vikram smirked but let him.
Finally they stood side by side before the mirror, two regal silhouettes: Vikram tall, shoulders like armour; Ishaan sleek, waist cinched, eyes blown. No trace of lace or silicone showed beneath the embroidery, yet Ishaan felt every thread.
Vikram adjusted Ishaan's collar, brushing his throat. "All set?"
Ishaan nodded, voice low. "Still leaking."
"Good. Walk straight, keep your smile." Vikram stepped back, admiring the handiwork, the picture of groomsman perfection hiding a slut's lingerie and plug. "And remember: you won't spill a drop until I decide. Beg nicely after baraat and we'll see."
Ishaan's pulse thundered. He could already feel a new damp spot seeping through the silk lining. If the day grew hot, if he moved wrong, would someone notice? The risk made his cock push harder at the mesh.
Vikram retrieved the turban each would wear for the baraat and handed Ishaan's over. Then he opened the door.
Trumpets, drums, and distant cheering rushed in. The wedding's peak day had begun. Ishaan squared his shoulders, feeling brocade shift over sensitive flesh. He followed Vikram out, every step a reminder, lace tugging, plug nestled, slick threatening.
Elegant on the outside. Owned underneath. The perfect contradiction, walking proudly into sunlight.
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The first dhol beat rolled through the valley just after eight-thirty, a thick bass thump that rattled windowpanes and sent flocks of hill birds bursting from the pines. In the courtyard, every surface had been lacquered in colour: marigold ropes looping from balcony to balcony, saffron scarves knotted at every groomsman's wrist, the groom's snow-white mare draped in scarlet velvet and jangling silver tassels whenever she stamped.
Ishaan stood among the chaos looking, to any camera lens, like the picture of princely composure. His maroon brocade sherwani cinched his waist, the gold buttons gleamed, the cream churidar wrapped his legs in precise folds. Yet beneath that royal armour his skin was humid with sweat, lace clung to his cock, and a slim pink plug thrummed in his gut every time he took a breath. The early sun was already higher than anyone expected; heat pooled beneath the heavy jacket, trickled down his spine, softened the fresh welts Vikram had painted on his ass scarcely two hours earlier.
"Hold still, majesty," Trisha murmured at his side. She wore a peacock-blue lehenga and smelled of mogra; deft fingers pinned a boutonnière to Ishaan's lapel. "If that rose droops before we reach the gate, the aunties will blame me."
Ishaan laughed, careful to keep it airy. "Your floral reputation is safe." When she stepped back the hem of her dupatta brushed his wrist, and for a second he forgot the plug, forgot the panties, forgot everything, but then he shifted his weight and the silicone nudged deeper, shocking him back into his body.
Across the courtyard Vikram materialised, ivory kurta stripped off, broad chest bared while two of Kunal's cousins wrestled a jewelled belt around his new sherwani. Aditi hovered beside him in a vermilion saree, hands quick, laughter bright. She adjusted the tail of Vikram's turban, fingertips skimming the shaved nape of his neck, said something that made his lips twist into a lazy grin. Ishaan's stomach tightened, possessive, anxious, impossibly turned on. The lace at his crotch dampened further.
"Eyes up, Romeo," Trisha teased, following his gaze. "You'll burn through her saree with that stare."
He jerked a smile. "Just admiring the teamwork."
That was when Tanmay strode in, brandishing a stainless-steel flask like a sceptre. "Breakfast of champs, boys and girls!" He upended cheap smoky whisky into six dented tumblers. Anshul passed them down the line; Ishaan took one, grateful for the liquid courage. The first gulp hit his empty stomach like a furnace, radiating out until even his fingertips tingled.
A handler led the mare forward. Brass horns blared a tuning riff. The resort drive filled with the scent of diesel from the generator van and crushed marigold underfoot. Photographers called for the groom's party to assemble. Vikram, now fully dressed, vaulted onto the mounting block and swung up behind Kunal, tightening the groom's sash with brisk competence, biceps flexing under brocade sleeves. Ishaan swallowed; the plug pulsed.
The line lurched forward. Baraatis waved saffron scarves and pelted rose petals at the horse's hooves as the procession rolled down the drive. Drummers set a furious rhythm; friends clapped along. Trisha grabbed Ishaan's hand, pulling him into a light bhangra bounce. Each hop jolted the plug; pre-cum smeared across lace, soaking further into silk lining. He prayed the stain wouldn't soak through the churidar.
"Your sherwani makes your booty famous," Trisha hollered over the music, giving his hip a playful nudge.
Ishaan barked a laugh that cracked halfway into a moan he disguised as a whoop. He hoped the music drowned it. His cock was slick. His thighs were damp. One wrong move and he'd be leaking down his leg.
If you only knew, he thought.
Half-way to the gates the horn section paused and Tanmay shoved fresh whisky into every free hand. Ishaan sipped, heartbeat syncing with dhol. He felt sweat gather at the small of his back, trickle under lace. He needed, needed, Vikram, right now, against a wall, against a tree, anywhere. But Vikram was ten paces ahead, coaxing the mare around a flower-strewn pothole.
When the road straightened Ishaan seized his chance. Under the pretence of fixing a sandal buckle he crouched low, pressing one knee to gravel. Sherwani tails parted; the brocade lifted just enough to flash a teasing curve of lace-bounded cheek. The plug's flared base pressed the fabric, a secret bulge. Ishaan lingered a heartbeat too long, heat blazing up his neck.
From three metres back Vikram's gaze pinned him, dark, electric. A single, infinitesimal nod.
Ishaan tightened the strap and rose, pulse hammering.
They marched on. The sun climbed. The horse tossed its mane, bridal tassels clinking. Kids from the nearby village lined the roadside with cell phones. Ishaan danced beside Trisha, hip shakes muted by the plug's weight. Across the circle Vikram spun Aditi under one arm, both laughing; the sight burned jealousy and lust through Ishaan's veins.
Then, Ishaan blinked, Vikram was gone.
Aditi followed him past the drummer line, around the catering van. Ishaan's heart thudded. Where the fuck were they going? Why?
He danced mechanically, chest tight, plug pulsing. Another beat. Another half spin. The lace was soaked now, his cock pressed flat and twitching against the fabric. But none of it could distract him from the ache crawling up his spine.
He scanned the crowd. Nothing. Just a blur of turbans, sequins, smoke.
Two minutes passed, maybe three. The whisky made seconds slippery.
Aditi was smiling, brushing something off her waist. Her fingers moved to the back of her blouse, adjusting a tiny gold pin near the spine. She leaned in, whispered something. Vikram nodded, expression unreadable, and stepped away.
That was all. Just a pin. Just a laugh. Harmless.
But Ishaan didn't know that.
No touch. No kiss. No proof. Just a fucking pin.
But Ishaan couldn't be sure. He didn't know.
Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was everything.
His stomach twisted. His chest flared with something sharp and ugly.
What if he bent her over the catering van? What if she begged for the cock that was still making me leak? What if he came in her before I even got to taste it again?
The thought made him want to scream. Or sob. Or crawl.
And that was the worst part.
Because even if Vikram had, even if he'd just finished fucking someone else, Ishaan still wanted it. Needed it.
He didn't care if he was second.
He just needed to be used.
Fuck me after her. Fuck me because of her. Just, fuck me.
Another burst of music, whistles, cheers. The MC called for the friends' dance circle right there on the asphalt. Tanmay dragged couples inward. Vikram re-appeared, looping an arm around Ishaan's shoulder briefly before spinning to face him across the ring, he and Aditi on one side, Ishaan and Trisha opposite. The horns blared; dhol slammed; they danced.
Ishaan's hips circled carefully, plug grinding his prostate. Lace rasped his cock; moisture gathered. Vikram's eyes never left Ishaan's. Every twist of Ishaan's torso earned a faint, approving smirk. Sweat trickled down Ishaan's spine, carving paths through the sting of welted skin. The scent of horse, diesel, sweat, rose petals, all of it swirled around him until he was dizzy.
He stumbled, just a slip, but Vikram caught the stumble from across the circle; a small jerk of chin told Ishaan he'd seen the plug shift. Heat flooded Ishaan's face.
He was still stuck on those missing minutes, on Vikram's hand near Aditi's waist, on her laugh, on the way they'd looked coming back like nothing had happened.
That last shred of masculine pride, whatever was left of it, tried to hold the line.
Don't say it. Don't beg. Not now. Not in the middle of the baraat like some thirsty little—
Then Vikram reappeared beside him, scent of brocade and sweat flooding Ishaan's nose. He felt a warm hand curl around his shoulder, squeeze once, and release.
That was it. That was enough.
When the circle broke, Ishaan edged close under the guise of adjusting his saffron scarf. Breath hot against Vikram's ear, voice rough and barely audible, he whispered, "I need it. I'm leaking."
Vikram's response was a low chuckle.
A fresh crack of drums signalled the final march to the mandap gate. Baraatis surged forward, waving neon smoke bombs. The ivory horse clopped through a tunnel of marigold hoops. Ishaan forced his stride to stay regal, shoulders back, even though every step pushed the plug deeper, every breath made lace rub wetly against his cockhead.
As they passed under the arch, the priest blew a conch shell. Vikram leaned in one last time, voice silky: "Stay full. Your real dance starts behind those drapes."
Ishaan inhaled the jasmine-laced air at the mandap entrance. Beyond the curtain priests chanted, cousins milled, but behind him loomed Vikram's promise, thick as the plug in his ass.
Ishaan exhaled, legs shaky. He wasn't sure if he could make it to the mandap, or if he'd lose it before then. He straightened his shoulders, wiped sweat from his brow, and stepped into the marigold-draped corridor that would lead, one way or another, to relief.
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The marigold corridor swallowed the noise behind them. Outside, the baraat still thundered, drums cracking, petals flying, but inside, the air shifted. Quieter. Hotter. Heavy with incense and jasmine and something more primal. Ishaan followed just behind Vikram, the silk of his churidar clinging damp to his thighs. Each step was slow, careful, but the plug still pressed deeper. The lace was soaked. His cock was hard. His chest felt tight like his body didn't know how to hold this much need.
He was sweating beneath the sherwani.
Not just from the heat of the wedding sun or the weight of brocade, but from the pressure inside him. The plug had stopped feeling like a toy an hour ago. Now it felt like a stopper. Like something keeping him from spilling over, holding back a want that had climbed up from his gut into his ribs. A quiet, obscene vibration that pulsed behind his eyes every time he moved.
They reached the far end of the corridor, meant for caterers or priests, but no one followed. Vikram turned. Looked at him. And Ishaan knew the second their eyes met, this was it. The walk, the lace, the dance, the ache—it had all been foreplay. Now, he would finally be emptied. Or broken. Or both.
The marigold drapes rustled faintly behind them, fluttering with each gust of mountain breeze. The dhol beats, horns, and priestly chants all bled into the corridor, loud, chaotic, just steps away. But here, behind the mandap, the air felt thick. Private. Sacred. Filthy.
Vikram didn't speak at first. He just turned to face him, eyes dark, mouth unreadable.
Ishaan's breath caught.
There was no door to close. No lock. No walls. Just a shadowed sliver of space between curtain and stone, and every part of Ishaan's body screamed to drop in it.
His eyes dropped, already locked on the shape pressing against Vikram's trousers. Thick. Heavy. Already twitching for him.
He didn't wait for an invitation.
"Can I," Ishaan's voice cracked. "Can I suck it?"
Nothing.
"Please," he whispered. "I need your cock. Right now."
Vikram's smirk was slow, indulgent. He said nothing, but unbuckled his belt.
The sound of the zip made Ishaan's throat tighten.
He reached forward instinctively, but Vikram stopped him with a palm to the chest.
"Slow. You don't just get this. You earn it."
Ishaan nodded, shame prickling his cheeks. He watched as Vikram pulled himself free, thick, flushed, veined, already glistening at the tip.
Ishaan's mouth watered.
Vikram brought it to his lips but didn't let him suck. Not yet.
"Smell it."
Ishaan inhaled like a man starved. Musk. Sweat. Precum. The scent hit something primal behind his ribs.
"Now rub your cheek on it."
He obeyed, turning his face into the shaft, dragging it across his skin, letting the wet head streak his jaw and smear across his lips.
"You want it that bad?" Vikram murmured.
Ishaan nodded, voice raw. "Please. Please let me suck it."
Vikram glanced down at the dusty floor beneath them.
"So kneel for it."
Ishaan looked too, and for a split second, he hesitated.
The knees of his churidar were still pristine. The courtyard dust was thick, the stone rough. If he went down now, the fabric would stain. The garment would wrinkle. People would notice.
And then he dropped anyway.
No hesitation.
His knees hit the ground with a thud, loud enough to echo faintly over the dhol. Sharp stone bit through the fabric instantly. He barely noticed.
Vikram's cock hovered inches from his face.
Ishaan looked up once, then opened his mouth.
Vikram didn't need to say a word.
Ishaan took him in, lips stretched wide, already choking on the first thrust. He didn't hold back. No teasing, no rhythm, just full surrender. Spit pooled on his tongue and spilled down his chin. His throat convulsed around the thick shaft.
And Vikram just watched. One hand behind his back. The other casually curling into Ishaan's hair.
"You've been aching for this since the moment you wore the panties," he said calmly. "Tell me I'm wrong."
Ishaan moaned around him, loud and obscene.
"Danced with Trisha like a gentleman. Made the aunties smile. Played the prince in your gold buttons and crisp collar."
He gave a slow, shallow thrust.
"While leaking into panties for me."
Ishaan gagged, eyes watering, cheeks hollowed.
"Plug twitching every time the drums hit. Lace soaked halfway to the thigh."
He pulled out just long enough to slap his cock against Ishaan's tongue. Wet. Glazed.
"You're not even pretending you're a man anymore. Not with that cock tucked in lace and your mouth dripping like this."
He smeared precum across Ishaan's lips.
"Open."
Ishaan opened wide.
"You're not a man today. You're my whore."
He pushed back in, this time with purpose. The rhythm built. Slow but deep. Ishaan rocked with each movement, hands braced on Vikram's thighs, face flushed, spit hanging in strings from his chin.
"You like this," Vikram growled. "Out here. Plugged, dressed like a prince, but sucking cock like a party trick."
Another thrust. Another choke.
Ishaan didn't care. His cock throbbed untouched inside lace. His eyes rolled back, tears streaking his cheeks.
"I could fuck your mouth right here and make you cum without ever touching you."
A filthy gag. A moan.
"Look at you. Drooling. Grinding your knees into dirt for cock."
Ishaan whimpered against his length, unable to speak.
Vikram pulled out again, slow, wet.
Ishaan chased it. Mouth open, tongue out, desperate.
A soft, cruel laugh.
"Still leaking?"
Ishaan nodded, dazed. "So much."
Vikram slapped his cheek with the cock once, smearing the side of Ishaan's face with precum.
"Good," he said. "Then we'll soak those panties properly. You're gonna wear my load in them next."
He reached down, grabbed Ishaan by the collar, and hauled him up in one brutal motion.
"I'm not done. But your mouth's had its turn," he growled, turning him toward the heavy table stacked with garlands. "Let's see if your other hole still remembers who it belongs to."
Ishaan's voice broke on a whisper. "Yes. Please. Use me."
Vikram didn't even blink. "Say you'll take anything I give."
"Anything," Ishaan gasped.
That was all it took.
In one fluid, brutal motion, Vikram hauled him up and spun him around, pressing him down over a heavy wooden table heaped with garland baskets. The edge dug into Ishaan's hips. The marigold petals scattered across the surface stuck to the sweat blooming on his skin.
"Hands flat. Don't move."
Ishaan obeyed instantly, chest rising fast, heart thudding against the table. The brocade of his sherwani itched across his shoulders. His cock was still untouched, trapped against his thigh in soaked lace. He could hear the dhol and priest chants just beyond the curtain, too close, too real, but in here, all he could feel was the air shift behind him.
And then fingers gripped the hem of his sherwani. Pulled it up.
Ishaan trembled.
Vikram's hands moved lower. He undid the tie of Ishaan's churidar pants, tugging them down just far enough to bare the truth beneath.
He moved slowly. Intentionally. Folding the heavy embroidered fabric over Ishaan's lower back, exposing the black lace in full.
The lace panties hugged Ishaan's ass like they were made for it, tight, dark, soaked through.
The skin beneath was still faintly red, tender from the earlier spanking.
He didn't say a word at first. Just looked.
Ishaan could feel the pause. The heat of that gaze.
Then: Vikram's fingers pressed against the lace, right over the plug's base. A light push. The bulb shifted inside Ishaan with a muted squelch.
He gasped.
Vikram smirked as his fingers trailed over the lace. "I knew when you put these on this morning, this is where we'd end up."
He stroked the fabric slowly. "You've been marinating in my orders all day. Plugged. Dressed. Dripping."
Ishaan whimpered.
"And now? You want cock inside all that filth."
Vikram tugged the lace gently to the side, not removing it, just enough to expose the pink plug snug in Ishaan's hole. The panties stayed on. The frame. The branding.
He tapped the base with two fingers, letting it squelch. "Still full."
Then leaned in, breath hot on Ishaan's back.
"I should leave you like this. Plugged. Pantied. Denied. Ruined just from leaking."
Then the fingers gripped the base of the plug and began to pull.
Slow.
Wet.
It dragged out with obscene resistance, Ishaan's rim clinging, fluttering. A thin trail of slick followed it, glistening down his thigh.
Vikram stared. "Didn't even close up," he muttered. "You're open for me. Always."
Ishaan's body burned.
Vikram spread him wider with both hands. He didn't rush. He inspected him, like he was examining a hole he owned. One hand rubbed the inside of Ishaan's thigh. The other traced over the twitching, wet entrance.
Spit hit the curve of his ass. Then two fingers rubbed it in.
And then.
Pressure.
Stretch.
Ishaan's breath seized as Vikram pushed in. There was no gentle. No teasing. Just one long, brutal push, cock splitting him open with filthy ease.
Ishaan's mouth dropped open. Silent.
The stretch felt endless. Raw. Vikram bottomed out with a grunt, hips slapping against Ishaan's lace-framed cheeks.
"Oh fuck," Ishaan gasped, trembling.
His hole pulsed around the cock inside him, but there was no resistance. His body knew this now. Needed it. Vikram leaned over him, weight heavy, breath warm against his neck.
And then he started to fuck.
Slow at first. Deep. Each thrust precise and unrelenting. Ishaan's spine bowed. His thighs trembled. The wood beneath him creaked faintly with each push forward.
Outside, a conch blew. A priest shouted something in Sanskrit. Closer than ever.
"You'd let me take you right on the mandap, wouldn't you?" Vikram murmured into his shoulder. "Right on that fire pit. In your panties. While everyone watched."
Ishaan whimpered into his arm, face hot, cock leaking onto the garlands beneath him.
"If someone pulled that curtain right now," Vikram growled, "they'd see your lace pulled aside and your hole stuffed full of cock. What would they say, huh?"
Ishaan moaned. His head shook once, but then he nodded.
Because he wanted it.
He wanted them to see. He wanted someone, anyone, to witness what Vikram did to him.
"You said yes too easily when I handed you those panties this morning," Vikram breathed against his ear. "The old Ishaan would've resisted. Argued. Run."
A sharp thrust made Ishaan gasp.
"But you? You bent. You obeyed. Because deep down, you wanted this."
The next words were a growl, right into his hairline:
"You bent over in lace because you wanted to be fucked like a girl."
Each thrust now landed harder. Louder. The table rocked beneath him. Garlands shifted. Ishaan's arms strained just to keep himself from collapsing.
"And you like it like this," Vikram said. "Used. Owned. Fucked open."
"Yes," Ishaan gasped. "I do. I... fuck, please, don't stop."
"I'm not going to."
The pace broke into chaos. Vikram's fingers dug into Ishaan's hips, pulling him back against each punishing stroke. The lace panties clung to one thigh, stretched thin. The waistband dug into his skin, soaked, ruined.
The plug lay abandoned on the floor.
The marigold scent around them was crushed under sweat and sin.
Ishaan was leaking like a broken faucet now, lace soaked, thighs slippery, cock twitching uselessly in front of him with every brutal thrust. The table under his belly had a wet patch already, but he couldn't tell if it was pre or sweat or just shame. Every time Vikram slammed into him, the lace dragged against his cock, silk sticking, teasing, taunting.
This wasn't how Vikram used to fuck him. Not in Goa. Not that night in the hostel. Back then it was new, clumsy, hidden, two boys trying something they wouldn't admit to wanting. But now? Now this was brutal. Possessive. This was Vikram claiming a thing he owned.
And Ishaan knew why.
It was the panties. The lace. The sight of him bent over like this, dressed and desperate, had turned Vikram into something darker. It had lit a fuse. And Ishaan fucking loved it. He wanted more. He needed Vikram's cock, his voice, his orders. He'd wear whatever he was told. He'd bend wherever he was told. He'd take it in front of anyone. Anything to make Vikram ruin him like this again.
He could hear cheering outside. Out there, people were clapping for the varmala. And here he was: bent over a garland table with his panties pulled aside, getting fucked like he was born for it. His old self wouldn't even recognize him. That straight, proud, polite Ishaan was long gone, burned out of his body by the heat of Vikram's cock.
Whatever switch Vikram had flipped with that first smack, that first command, it was permanent now. There wasn't an ounce of masculinity left in him. Not here. Not like this.
And he didn't want it back.
He wanted more.
He tried to speak. To say thank you. Or please. Or something.
But all he could do was moan.
Vikram thrust deeper. Leaned in again. Bit his shoulder, harder this time. Left a mark. A bruise.
Ishaan cried out, but didn't move.
Vikram's voice hit his ear, low and commanding:
"You think this is rough? You think this is where I stop?"
Ishaan whimpered, brain fogged, body wrecked.
"You think you begged for this? You think you made this happen?"
Vikram paused.
One more brutal thrust buried him to the hilt.
Then came the whisper.
"I booked us a private hotel stay."
Ishaan blinked. His body twitched around the thick cock inside him. "What?"
"For after this," Vikram said, voice calm, dangerous. "Two more nights. Just us. Secluded. No friends. No interruptions."
A deep thrust followed, sharp enough to punch the air from Ishaan's lungs.
"You'll cancel your ticket. Add two days to your leave. Your boss won't care." Another roll of hips, slower this time. "Because you're not going back to your world until I'm done with you."
Ishaan gasped, mind spinning.
"You already—?" he stammered.
Vikram chuckled, low and cruel. "I booked it before I even RSVPed."
He didn't stop fucking. If anything, he went deeper, angling upward, making Ishaan choke on a moan.
"I knew you'd break. From the second I saw your name on that WhatsApp group, I knew. You were never going to make it through this wedding without giving me this ass again."
Ishaan's mouth dropped open, breath ragged, lost in the dizzy humiliation of it.
"Oh, you thought you started this?" Vikram's voice turned mocking. "You thought you were the one who initiated all this again? That little shift in bed on the first night? Grinding your ass into my crotch like a needy slut?"
His hand slapped hard against Ishaan's ass, one sharp crack. Ishaan cried out.
"I've been planning this since the night you left our hostel bed dripping," Vikram growled. "I've wanted to own this hole again for seven fucking years. This time, I'm not letting you disappear."
Ishaan whimpered. The table rocked beneath his hands. His cock, escaped from the side of the panties, slapped helplessly against the wood, glistening with untouched pre.
"I brought the black plug with me from Delhi," Vikram continued. "Before I even got here. The pink one? Just a souvenir. You think Kunal put us in the same room by accident?"
Ishaan froze.
Vikram leaned in, kissed the back of his neck.
"I came to the wedding a day early. Told him I'd help with setup. Dropped your name in passing. You've been walking straight into my plan from the second you arrived."
Thrust. Another. Deep and savage.
"I've owned this fuckhole since 2021. You just needed reminding."
Ishaan gasped, shattered. "Vikram, I, please..."
"You want to cum?"
Ishaan nodded, eyes wide, breathless. "Yes. Please. I need..."
Vikram looked down. Ishaan's cock was rock-hard, flushed, bulging out of the lace, dripping steadily onto the dusty floor. One more thrust and he'd explode. He was right on the edge.
"No."
Ishaan choked.
"You don't get to cum. Not yet. Not after this mess."
Vikram added, "you'll walk around this wedding with a loaded cock, hard and aching, while my cum leaks out of your used ass. And you'll thank me for it. Because you don't deserve to cum until I say. You're a dickless little panty-whore until I let you earn that finish."
Vikram pulled out just slightly, enough to make Ishaan's body clench desperately around the cock that had been stretching him for minutes. Then he stopped moving.
To Ishaan's shock, Vikram's hand smacked his ass again, twice. Hard. Loud. Then his fingers reached up and pinched both nipples through his shirt, hard enough to make Ishaan arch and yelp.
"Focus somewhere else," Vikram murmured. "Not on your cock. You don't cum unless I let you."
Ishaan whimpered, shaking. His hole ached. His cock pulsed. But Vikram wasn't done.
He reached forward, grabbed the base of Ishaan's shaft, and squeezed tight, thumb and forefinger forming a makeshift clamp.
"Let it build. Let it hurt. Let it leak. But you don't spill a fucking drop."
Ishaan gasped, the pressure shocking him back from the brink. His balls ached. His nipples stung. And his cock, still hard, still exposed, jerked helplessly against the table, denied.
Only when Vikram felt him pull back from the edge, only then, did he release his grip, spit down on Ishaan's hole again, and slam back in with brutal force.
Vikram watched Ishaan's whole body twitch, legs unsteady, nipples still red from the abuse. His cock throbbed violently, purple and slick, bobbing helplessly in the air like it was begging for contact. Vikram didn't touch it. Didn't need to. The friction of lace rasping against Ishaan's inner thighs, the raw glide of cock over a hole already wrecked, it was enough to keep him on the verge.
What followed wasn't lovemaking. It was claiming. Final. Dirty. Loud. The kind of fucking that left no doubt who belonged to whom.
The table creaked beneath them. Marigolds spilled to the floor.
Vikram's thrusts turned erratic, sloppier, meaner. And then he came.
He gripped Ishaan's hips tighter, rutted deep like a dog, and snarled, "take my load, fucktoy," as his cock thickened and twitched.
With a guttural groan, he slammed deep, held there, and emptied inside Ishaan in long, thick spurts. Ishaan could feel the heat flood into him, sticky, claiming, obscene. It leaked out almost immediately, dripping down his thighs.
Vikram didn't pull out.
He stayed for a moment. Buried. Breathing hard. Letting Ishaan feel every throb of his cock inside him.
And Ishaan?
Ishaan just folded forward, forehead against the wood, cock still twitching, untouched, denied. Lace soaked. Hole wrecked. Filled and leaking.
"You're dripping," Vikram murmured, mouth near his ear.
"I know," Ishaan whispered.
Vikram finally slid out, slow, deliberate, and a long trail of cum spilled from Ishaan's hole, running down to his knees.
Ishaan's hole fluttered open in the aftermath. The lace, still bunched to the side, clung sticky to the crease of his thigh. His muscles spasmed involuntarily, clenching around nothing, as if begging to be filled again.
Vikram bent, grabbed the pink plug from where it had fallen earlier, now coated with slick and petals and dirt. He didn't clean it.
He handed it to Ishaan.
"Put it in your pocket. You don't get it back."
Ishaan took it with shaking fingers, the toy still warm. He tucked it inside the inner pocket of his sherwani. His body was trembling, sticky, and full.
Vikram pulled his pants back up, buckled his belt like he'd just finished a chore.
"You'll walk out like nothing happened," he said, brushing invisible dust from his shoulder. "Smile for the cameras. Stand beside the groom. And let my cum drip out of you every time you take a step."
"By the time the wedding is over, your churidar will be sticking to your thighs from the slick. And if anyone hugs you too close, they'll smell me. You'll smell like the man who bred you."
Ishaan adjusted his clothes. Tried to tuck his cock back in, but the lace was ruined, stretched out, damp with shame. His churidar was stained, at the thigh, at the seat. He panicked.
But the sherwani was long enough to hide it. Barely.
He looked up. "I'm yours," he whispered, hoarse.
Vikram smirked.
"I know."
And then he left.
No kiss. No goodbye. No softness.
He walked out, blending back into the music, the chanting, the celebration.
Ishaan stayed behind for another two minutes, catching his breath. He wiped the table clean of the slick his cock had spilled.
As he reached for the buttons of his sherwani, his hands trembled, not from exertion, but from how ruined he felt. The fabric dragged over oversensitive skin, brushing his leaking tip, which still refused to soften. Each movement threatened another dribble. His thighs were sticky. His stomach was tight. His nipples still burned from Vikram's pinches. And his brain? Fucked to mush.
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Ishaan stepped out into the light.
The wedding was still roaring. Trumpets and drums. Laughter. Rice flying.
And Ishaan?
He walked out plugged, pantied, leaking, and finally, undeniably owned.
By the time Ishaan stepped back onto the lawn, the varmala was already over. A burst of petals exploded over the mandap, and the pheras had begun.
Ishaan was still semi-hard. The lace clung damply to his skin, his cock bulging obscenely against the inner fold of the churidar. Every step made it twitch. He walked awkwardly, stiff-hipped, one hand near his crotch, pretending to smooth his sherwani pleats just to hide the outline of his shame.
Aditi caught sight of him near the seating area. She approached, fanning herself. "Where were you during the varmala?" she asked, teasing. "You look like you just sprinted from the hills. Sweaty much?"
Ishaan forced a smile, adjusting the collar. "Was on the other side of the lawn. Didn't hear the call. Sun's brutal."
He didn't let her get close. One step nearer and she'd smell Vikram's cum on him, musk, sweat, and something sweet that clung to his skin like a confession. Worse, she might notice the faint round bulge of the plug in his pocket, sticking out against the drape of brocade.
He backed away with a polite nod and drifted toward the buffet zone with a few college friends.
As he rejoined the wedding crowd, Ishaan paused.
Tanmay was seated alone, a little apart from the rest, eyes locked on the pheras. Everyone else was crowding around the buffet.
"Lunch?" Ishaan offered as he passed.
Tanmay didn't look away. "Not hungry."
Ishaan nodded, unsure what else to say. Something about Tanmay's expression, tight and unreadable, made it feel like he shouldn't ask more.
He joined the group, trying not to limp, trying to walk like his thighs weren't sticky with another man's cum. Mukul, holding a plate of chaat, glanced down for half a second, then up at Ishaan's face with a raised eyebrow.
Ishaan's stomach flipped. He followed the gaze, then realized: his churidar knees. Dusty, creased, faintly grey where the white had scraped the courtyard stone. From kneeling. From sucking cock like a dog in heat.
"You trip or something?" Mukul asked, half-laughing, half-curious.
Ishaan forced a shrug. "Lost my balance during the bhangra."
Mukul chuckled and turned away.
Ishaan clenched. The plug shifted. Cum threatened to leak again. He didn't know what was worse, that Mukul had noticed, or that he hadn't seen the real mess.
Vikram was across the lawn, laughing with another group. They didn't speak. Didn't need to. But Ishaan could feel it, the weight of the load still inside him. The damp trail that curved down his inner thigh with every shift. The way his hole twitched when he crouched to scoop some paneer onto his plate.
Then a smack.
A casual tap landed on his ass.
He jumped.
Anshul, oblivious, just grinned. "Move ahead, yaar. You're blocking the pulao."
Ishaan laughed thinly. Inside, he clenched. Hard. Too much movement and he'd be dripping down his ankle.
The pheras circled to a close. Priests chanted. Family clapped. Vikram made eye contact across the crowd, eyes slow and dark and full of promise.
Ishaan swallowed.
His cock still hadn't softened.
And all he could think was: Please... please let him let me cum when we get back to the room.
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💬
Two more chapters remains.
The Mussoorie story isn't over yet, Chapter 6 and 7 will be posted here soon.
It'll close out this arc.
Also, if you've noticed more details about other characters, you're right. I'm planting seeds.
Every member of this group will have their own story, each exploring something different. I will start with Tanmay.
But first, should Ishaan finally get to cum? Or should Vikram deny him until the end of the wedding?
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The WPC Guild Pt. 02
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Lesbian Sex
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Detective Inspector Marie Daykin is a member of the Public Protection Unit for Devon and Cornwall police. The unit is based at the Barnstaple police station in Devon. As a Detective Inspector, or DI Marie was a plain clothes officer and usually wore smart suits and blouses, rather than the standard uniform that regular police constables wore.
Her unit was working on a joint constabulary task force to take down a drug gang that was operating out of Plymouth, the working hours were long, and no days off.
The task force finally had the evidence to make the arrests, and the gang was rounded up and charged with their crimes.
As the dust settled, Marie decided to take a few days off to recharge her batteries before ploughing into the next investigation.
She sat in her office, replying to the emails that could not wait. After hitting send on the last one, she picked up her phone and opened the secret app that allowed her access to the WPc Guild portal. She knew a good sex session would kick-start her relaxation, and so she started to look through the profiles of suitable candidates for her to meet.
Marie thought about choosing one of her regular partners, before she stopped on a profile she had not seen before. The profile was for another detective, but only a constable, so two levels in rank below her.
DC Shannon King looked very smart in her profile picture, in her dress uniform, as was mandatory for the guild. She was based at the Newton Abbot police station, so not too far away. Marie felt a tingle in her groin at the thought of deflowering this attractive DC, and so pressed the invite button on the screen.
Invite being a loose term here, if you received an invite from a fellow officer of the same rank, you have the option to decline the invite if you do not want to meet. But an invite from a senior officer is an automatic acceptance, and there are very few acceptable reasons to request a decline.
Marie shut down her laptop, packed up her stuff and headed home.
Detective Constable Shannon King was pushing a shopping trolley around her local supermarket, on day two of her shift rest days. She heard her mobile phone chirp an incoming notification.
She fished her phone out of her bag and noticed the unmistakable policewoman's hat icon of the guild. Her heart raced as she opened the invite notification. A profile popped up of a woman a few years older than Shannon, but still very attractive, her heart sank a little when she noted the two bath stars on each shoulder, denoting she was an inspector.
Shannon had used the guild's services several times, but only with fellow constables. This was her first encounter with a superior officer, and she knew what would be expected of her. With butterflies in her belly, she hit the accept button. She carried on with her shopping, and a nervous excitement started to brew as she carried on with her chores.
On her drive home, she called PC Christina Studholme, a constable with whom she had shared a few sessions over the last few months.
"Hi Chrissy," Shannon said into her hands-free kit in her car, "How are you?"
"Shannon, how is it going?" Chrissy replied.
"Not bad, just on my rest days," Shannon said.
Chrissy asked, "You up to anything good?"
"That is why I called," Shannon said, "I was looking forward to sitting on my arse for a few days, but I got a ping on the guild app."
"Oh, anyone we know?" Chrissy said.
"No, but she is a DCI, so either way I'm committed," Shannon said with some tension in her voice.
Chrissy changed her tone to a more serious one, "I see, I guess this is your first senior officer encounter."
"Yeah," Shannon replied.
"Look, it is not that bad if you prepare yourself first," Chrissy continued, "When I was first pegged, I took the time to loosen myself up. I don't suppose you have a butt plug at home?"
"No, never needed one before," Shannon said, taken aback."
"I'm home, if you swing by, I have one you can borrow," Chrissy suggested.
Shannon was quite for a moment before saying, "Shit, if you think it will help."
"It sure will, and besides, you may enjoy it," Chrissy teased.
Shannon diverted her car to head to Chrissy's place, arriving there shortly.
After a coffee and a catch-up, Chrissy turned to the subject Shannon had been avoiding.
"So, are you ready?" Chrissy asked.
Shannon took a slug of coffee, "I guess so."
Chrissy led Shannon up to her bedroom, though it was not the first time they had both been up there together before.
Chrissy went to a drawer and pulled out a box and set it down on her dressing table. She opened it and pulled out a 3" butt plug.
She handed it to Shannon, "This will be a good one to start you on."
Shannon's eye widened, "That will never go up my arse."
"Right," Chrissy said, taking control, "I'll help you, so first strip off your clothes and follow me to the bathroom."
Shannon just stood there, so Chrissy shouted, "Chop, chop."
Startled, Shannon reached up and started to unbutton her blouse, whilst Chrissy left the room. When Shannon had completely stripped off, she headed to the bathroom, where Chrissy was waiting for her.
"Okay, the secret to a pleasant anal experience is preparation," Chrissy explained, "Step 1 is to douche."
She presented Shannon with what looked like a litre-sized drinks bottle, with a tube that ended in a long, thin nozzle.
"Now the fun begins, come bend over the bath, with your feet apart," Chrissy instructed Shannon.
Shannon did as she was told, and she winced when Chrissy rubbed some lube around her sphincter.
"This is not how I saw this day AAH," Shannon said as Chrissy slid the nozzle into her arsehole.
Shannon felt the warm liquid run into her anal cannel and through to her colon. She felt her insides expand, and the cleansing fluid cleaned her lower bowel.
Chrissy could see the discomfort growing on Shannon's face, "Another 20 seconds then sit your arse on the loo and evacuate."
Shannon started to hop between her too legs as Chrissy removed the tube, at the right time she sat on the toilet bowl and her back end started to make so very un-ladylike sounds as shit her heart out.
Chrissy made her repeat the douching to make sure she was fully cleaned out.
"Right, that is step one complete," Chrissy announced, "Now back to the bedroom and we will fit the first plug."
Shannon was completely unsure of what she was doing but she trusted Chrissy who had been buggered several times by a couple of senior officers.
She was instructed to kneel on the bed with her butt in the air, as Chrissy got the plug ready.
"Your friend the first few times you get buggered is lube," Chrissy explained, as she inserted a lubed finger passed Shannon's rosebud.
"Oh fuck," Shannon winced.
Chrissy, with her free hand, rubbed Shannon's lower back, "This will go easier if you relax."
Shannon tried to distract herself by thinking about lying on a beach, It started to work as Chrissy was able to insert a second finger into her. Shannon started to relax, and she got used to the feeling.
"It is a shame you don't have your uniform with you, this is making me horny," Chrissy commented as she withdrew her fingers.
Shannon looked over her shoulder and said, "We only need shirts and ties."
Chrissy smiled, "You sure?"
"Why not," Shannon replied, "Get that plug in me, then we'll suit up and you can fuck me."
Chrissy smiled as she lined up the plug and eased it into Shannon, who closed her eyes as her arse opened to accept the silicon invader.
Chrissy headed to her wardrobe and took out two of her dress uniform shirts and laid them on the bed. She next opened a drawer and took out her two black clip-on ties.
Shannon asked her for a hair band so she could put her hair up in a regulation bun. Chrissy quickly stripped naked and tied up her own hair into a bun. Shannon was starting to get comfortable with the plug as she pulled on the white shirt.
Chrissy was also putting on her the other shirt, her pussy starting to tingle as she buttoned up the front. Shannon had finished buttoning her collar and reached for one of the ties, and clipped it into place. Seeing Shannon fully dressed made Chrissy lick her lips in anticipation as she clipped a tie to her collar.
"Greetings, Constable Studholme," Shannon said.
Chrissy replied, "Pleasure as always, Detective King."
Chrissy walked over to Shannon, and their mouths met as they embraced, falling onto the bed. Shannon reached behind Chrissy's head and held her in a kiss, as Chrissy cupped Shannon's breast through the shirt front.
Shannon parted her legs so Chrissy could straddle her, pussy to pussy. Both girls started to gyrate their hips, mashing their clits together. Both started to moan as they stimulated each other's sex.
As Shannon's arse rubbed up and down the bed, it caused the plug to move in her, sending more shivers through her spine.
"Oh god, that Is fucking fantastic," Shannon said coming up for some air.
"Fuck yeah, my pussy is so soaked," Chrissy panted as she maintained her pace against Shannon's clit.
Shannon's eyes rolled into the top of her head," Me too, I'm so wet I need to come now so badly."
Chrissy gave her a quick kiss before breaking their embrace. She got out of bed, picked up her double-ended dildo, and strapped it to her groin. She also picked up a 6" butt plug before returning to the bed.
She grabbed both of Shannon's ankles, lifting her legs into the air exposing her arse.
"Ready for the next size up," Chrissy said, more of an announcement than a question.
With her free hand, she tugged on the 3" plug out of Shannon, before replacing it with the 6" one.
Shannon arched her back, and accepted the new butt plug far easier than the smaller one, it helped that she was in the throes of passion and horny as hell. The shirt she wore was one collar size smaller than her own, and the extra pressure around her neck made her feel great.
Chrissy took each of Shannon's ankles in each hand and parted her legs to each side, exposing and opening her pussy flaps.
Shannon had a desperate look on her face, "Please Chrissy, fuck me, I need to cum so bad."
Chrissy eased herself into Shannon and slowly entered her.
"FUCKING BREED ME!" Shannon demanded, the stimulation in her arse and pussy driving her to an orgasmic stupor.
Chrissy obliged, and started to fucker with abandon, her desire starting to build in her pussy. Shannon's desire was reaching fever pitch. She was feeling the dildo in her pussy, but Chrissy was not able to go fast enough for her to get off.
Shannon reached up and grabbed both Chrissy's shirt-covered arms, and using her police self-defence training, flipped Chrissy onto her back. Like a woman possessed, she started to ride the dildo hard and fast.
It was Chrissy's turn to whimper now as she was now being fucked hard. She lifted her body off the bed, and the girl's mouth met. Shannon was now in full rapture mode, her desire nearing a crescendo, pushed Chrissy back to bed and grabbed the front of her shirt.
She tore open the shirt exposing Chrissy's tits, she leaned down and took one of her nipples into her mouth.
Chrissy grabbed Shannon's head holding it on her boob, "Yes, just like that, please don't stop."
Chrissy came with such force that her juices squirted all over the front of Shannon's shirt. Shannon so close herself, she did not let up her rampant pace, and the blue touch paper of her own climax was lit.
Chrissy had no rest bite, as she was quickly rocked by a second orgasm, again soaking Shannon's shirt.
Shannon's hips bucked as she too, finally succumbed to carnal desires and came hard and wet.
Both women were panting heavily as they were both physically spent. Shannon eased herself of the dildo strapped to Chrissy and flopped down on the bed, trying to regain her composure.
Chrissy leaned over to Shannon and straightened her tie. "Thanks, I really needed that."
"Least I can do for you helping prepare for the DCI," Shannon said, before pointing to the now button less shirt front, then stroked Chrissy tie, a little a skew, but still clipped to her collar "Sorry about the shirt I got carried away, but at least the tie stayed put."
Chrissy laughed, "Don't sweat it, as long as I can find the buttons, I can sew them back on.
They both lay back and looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the post sex glow. From inside her bag, Shannon heard her phone beep an incoming notification.
Reluctantly, she climbed off the bed and took her phone out of her bag. The notification had the tell, tell WPc hat icon. After unlocking the phone, she read it was a message from DCI Daykin.
"It's DCI Daykin," Shannon announced, "She has given me her address and asked me to be there around hers at 6.30 tonight."
Chrissy reached up to her collar, and tugged the tie free, and released the sole remaining button on her shirt, "Shit that is less than two hours, you had better get your arse in gear girl."
"Fuck," Shannon exclaimed looking at Chrissy's bedside clock, "I got to go."
She quickly stripped off Chrissy's spare uniform shirt and tie before putting her own clothes back on. Chrissy just threw on a robe. Once dressed, Chrissy showed Shannon to the front door.
Before she opened the front door, she gave Shannon a more than friendly kiss on the lips, "We need to do this again soon, when we have more time."
"Oh yes, we do, I'll check my schedule and let you know," Shannon replied as Chrissy opened the door.
A minute later, Shannon was back in her car, rushing home to get changed into her own dress uniform before she presented herself to DCI Daykin. It was not until she was half way home that she realised she still have Chrissy's butt plug up her arse.
As soon as she got home, she grabbed her shopping and raced indoors. Daykin's home was just over an hour's drive away, and she had around 25 minutes to get ready and leave. She stripped off all her clothes, but decided to leave the plug inserted inside her. Shannon jumped into the shower to wash away the stench of the sweaty sex with Chrissy, though there would be a good chance she would need another after her session with DCI Daykin.
Shannon dried off as fast as she could, blow-drying her hair before putting it back up in a regulation bun. She did some light makeup in keeping with uniform regulations. Opening one of her drawers, she fished out a lacy white bra, suspenders belt and panties set.
She took out a garment bag from the wardrobe and hung it on the front of the door. Shannon unzipped it and exposed her dress uniform. Next, she grabbed a new pair of black stockings and rolled them up each leg, before strapping the suspender belt around her waist, clipping the welts to the stocking tops. She stepped into her panties and slid them over her trim bush, and this was quickly followed by her bra.
Taking the crisp, clean white shirt off a hanger, she slipped it up her arm and around her body. She buttoned up the front, leaving the last 3 buttons undone. Taking out her black epaulettes, with the silver ID numbers and secured them to each of her shoulders.
Back to the garment bag, she unbuttoned her tunic and removed the skirt hanging within. Shannon stepped into the skirt and fastened it at the back, before buckling the leather belt at the front. Taking a pair of black court heels from the bottom of the wardrobe, she slipped them onto each of her stocking-covered feet.
She took her uniform handbag and put her phone, keys, wallet and warrant card in. The last thing she wanted was to be stopped in public, in uniform and not be able to prove she was a real police officer.
She was running out of time, so she put her tie into the bag as well, grabbed her tunic under her arm, and put her bowler hat on her head. Shannon locked her flat, put her hat and tunic on the backseat of her car, her handbag on the passenger seat and typed DCI Daykin's address into the sat nav and hit the road.
An hour later, Shannon drove into Barnstable. When she was stopped at a red light, she buttoned the remaining buttons on her shirt and took her black tie out of her bag and clipped it to her collar, using the vanity mirror on the sun visor to make sure it was straight. After a few more miles, she pulled into the driveway of DCI Daykin's detached house, parking behind her BMW.
Shannon got out of her car and retrieved her tunic from the backseat, slipping it on and fastening the four silver buttons on the front. Lastly, she grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, picked up her bowler hat and put it on top of her head. She then checked that her hat and tie were straight in the car's door mirror, and declared herself fit to muster.
With nervous anticipation, she rang the doorbell and waited.
The door opened, and DCI Marie Daykin stood there smiling. She was also dressed in her dress uniform, but without a hat.
"Detective Constable King reporting as requested, ma'am," Shannon introduced herself, standing stiff at attention.
Marie nodded, "At ease, DC King, please come in."
Marie stepped aside, allowing Shannon access to enter her home. DCI Daykin led DC King into her lounge and offered her a seat. "Can I get you a glass of wine?"
"No, thank you, ma'am, I'm driving," Shannon politely declined, as she sat down and removed her hat, placing it on the sofa next to her.
"Look, you are more than welcome to stay over," Marie said, before adding, "The spare bedroom is all made up."
Shannon was feeling very nervous now, "I do not have any night clothes with me."
"I can lend you a night shirt," Marie told her, half offer, half order, "Now, red or white wine?"
DC King resigned herself to the fact that she would be staying the night at the DCI's house, "Whatever you're having is fine, ma'am."
Marie left the room to get the wine, and Shannon took in her surroundings. The difference in salary was evident in the size of the house and the quality of the furnishings. It was enough to give her some incentive to progress her own career.
Marie returned with two glasses of white wine and handed one to DC King, "Shannon, isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am, and thank you," Shannon said as she took the glass.
Marie sat down next to Shannon and noticed she took a big swig of wine. This confirmed what Marie had suspected: Shannon was shitting herself with nerves.
"Is this your first meet-up as a guild member?" Marie asked.
Shannon smiled meekly, "No ma'am, but my first time with a senior officer."
"Ah, your first time having anal sex," Marie said, putting a reassuring hand in Shannon's skirt covered knee, "Sadly I do not make the rules, and if it is any consolation, A few months ago I was at the pleasure of a chief superintendent. I know that you're probably very nervous, but I'm sure you will enjoy it as much as I did in the end."
Shannon felt slightly reassured that the DCI was not going to be a sadist about pegging junior officers.
Marie took a swig of her wine, took Shannon's glass, and set them down on the glass-topped coffee table.
She reached up and cupped Shannon's face with one hand. "I've been looking forward to this all day."
Shannon relaxed, and cocked her head into Marie's hand, the first moistness in her pussy started. As she relaxed, she started to actually examine the woman in front of her. Marie was in her mid-40s and clearly looked after herself. Her uniform hung well off her body, and site of a woman in a tight collar and tie started her motor racing.
Marie leaned in and planted a gentle, exploratory kiss on Shannon's lips. Shannon responded by kissing her back, and Marie took this as a sign to continue, so she slipped her tongue into Shannon's mouth.
DCI Daykin embraced Shannon, clearly taking the lead in this encounter.
Shannon broke the kiss, remembering the guidelines from the guild hand book, she had to be fully submissive to Marie, so she broke the kiss and said, "Ma'am, I'm here for you to use my arse for your pleasure, your satisfaction is my sole goal."
"Come with me, DC King," Marie said as she stood and took Shannon by the hand. They headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Marie pulled Shannon onto the king-sized bed and started to kiss her passionately. Her hand slipped up her skirt and rubbed her pussy through her thong. Shannon moaned into Marie's mouth as her pussy started to leak.
Daykin took the next step and moved her hand inside the thong, and rubbed Shannon's clit directly, and she whimpered with delight. Next a finger pushed passed her labia flaps, as her thumb kept rubbing the clit.
"Oh, Ma'am, that is fantastic, but I'm here to please you," Shannon panted.
"Oh don't worry DC King, you will don't you worry," Marie said as she slipped her hand down between Shannon's legs to her arse.
"What the fuck is this," Marie said when she discovered the butt plug buried in Shannon's arse.
"My friend advised me to use it to be ready for you, ma'am," Shannon explained.
"Positive thinking, is your friend a serving policewoman?" Marie asked.
Shannon felt a surge through her sex, and Marie twisted the plug. "Yes, ma'am, she is a constable out of Newton Abbot."
"I might need her name so I can give her a try," Marie responded, now slowly pulling the plug out and pushing it back in.
Shannon gripped the sheets tightly as the DCI was taking great pleasure slowly fucking her with the butt plug, Chrissy was right it was very enjoyable.
Marie let go of the butt plug and laid back on the bed. She lifted her skirt to reveal that she wore no panties and her shaven pussy was exposed.
She hooked a leg around Shannon's neck and gently pulled her head down to her crotch, "DC King, please eat my pussy."
"Yes, ma'am," Shannon replied, before sticking her tongue into Marie's damp folds.
Marie lay her head back on the bed, closed her eyes and moaned. Her hand lifted to her tie, and she slowly stroked it in time with Shannon's tongue.
"You are doing a great job detective constable, get me nice and wet so I can fuck that cute arse of yours," Marie said encouraging Shannon on.
Suddenly the thought of being pegged in the arse made Shannon quiver with excitement, and she nearly came on the spot. Marie's juices seeped into her mouth, and though this was not her first girl-on-girl sex, this was the first time she performed oral on another woman, and she loved it.
Marie without a word, lifted Shannon off of her pussy, and climbed off the bed. Shannon had the look of a submissive slave desiring her new master to take her. Marie would not deny her this, and stepped into the harness of the double ended dildo, sliding half into her pussy, the remaining 6" were all for Shannon.
As she climbed back on the bed she said, "Pull your skirt up around your waist, put a pillow under your back to lift your arse, and open your legs."
Shannon did as she was told, and soon she presented her arse to Marie. Marie gently pulled the butt plug out and tossed it over her shoulder.
"Are you ready, DC King?" Marie asked.
"I'm yours to use as you wish ma'am," Shannon replied, "Take me, use me, fuck me."
Marie gently pushed the head of the dildo passed Shannon's sphincter. Both women cooed as the silicon invaded went deeper into their bodies. Soon Marie's pussy was pushing against Shannon's arse as the dildo was fully engulfed by their bodies.
"You OK?" Marie asked.
Shannon nodded, "Yes, ma'am, go for it."
With that Marie started to gently fuck Shannon. To Shannon, it felt like with each stroke, the dildo went deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was both a discomforting feeling, but also it felt great, and Shannon was flooded with mixed emotions.
Marie was now at full steam pumping her hips and burying the fake cock into the younger woman's arse hole. As with most members of the guild, that became conditioned to associate great sex with a uniform policewoman, and the sight of one now was enough to soak her panties. The few times a senior officer walked through her office in a shirt and tie uniform, never failed to make her groin leak.
Shannon wore the uniform well, nice tight collar, pride in her appearance, these small details made Marie even hornier, she knew her climax would be sooner rather than later with this uniform beauty beneath her.
"I'm going to cum soon," Marie panted, "Play with your clit, I want you to cum with me."
Shannon put her hand between her legs and strummed her clit for all she was worth, and whimpered, "Yes ma'am."
It took no more than 30 seconds for Shannon's orgasm to rock her body, and the sight of a uniformed policewoman cumming, was all Marie needed to have her own climax.
Both women cried out in ecstasy as their carnal desires reached a crescendo.
"Fuck, DC King, you are one great fuck," Marie comment, easing herself out of Shannon's now gapping arse hole.
"Thank you, ma'am, I'm sorry it did not last longer," Shannon said now that she had started to recover.
Marie leaned down and kissed Shannon on the lips, "Don't worry, sweety, we are not done yet."
Marie fucked Shannon again, shortly after. Both were so spent they fell asleep on the bed, still fully dressed in their uniforms.
Shannon awoke in the morning alone in bed. After the fog of sleep had lifted, she realised her tie was missing and the top three buttons of her shirt were open, exposing her neck. Her skirt was still mostly gathered up around her waist, but her tunic was also unbuttoned.
The bedroom door opened, and Marie walked in. She had ditched her tunic altogether and removed her tie, and her collar was unbuttoned. "Morning, Shannon, sleep well?"
"I slept fine, thank you, ma'am," Shannon replied.
"We are out of uniform now, so we can drop the ma'am crap," the DCI said, "My name is Marie."
Marie placed a fresh cup of coffee on the nightstand next to Shannon. Shannon climbed off the bed and removed her tunic, laying it on top of a chair. Marie sat on the bed with her cup of coffee and patted the mattress next to her for Shannon to join her.
For the next hour, they sat and chatted like police officers in any given social setting.
Marie looked at her watch and noticed the time was just passed midday, "Shit, sorry, I've kept you here all morning. You probably had plans today."
Shannon laughed, "My plans were to do housework, don't worry Marie, I'm not in any hurry."
Marie got a wicked glint in her eyes; she reached over and buttoned Shannon's shirt. Shannon was taken aback, and did not understand what was happening. Marie reached over to the nightstand and picked up Shannon's tie, and gently clipped it back to her collar. Shannon sat in silence as Marie buttoned her own shirt and clipped her tie back on.
"Marie, what are you doing?" Shannon asked.
"Since you are in no rush to leave, I'm going to fuck you again," Marie replied, "And now we are back in uniform, it is DCI Daykin or ma'am to you DC King is that clear."
A broad smile came over Shannon's lips, "Yes, ma'am."
This time, Marie took Shannon from behind over the kitchen table. Shannon held on to the edge with one hand, whilst the other was finger fucking herself in time to Maries strokes.
After both women had at least two more orgasms each, Marie pulled out. Soon after her tie was off, her shirt unbuttoned, and Shannon was back to calling her by her first name again.
Marie let Shannon use her shower, whilst she changed into a tracksuit, and straightened out her bedroom that was dishevelled from last night's activities.
After her shower, Shannon redressed in her shirt and skirt, but left the rest of her uniform off.
They thanked each other for a great time and promised it would not be the last session they would share.
With that, Shannon got into her car and headed home.
Please comment if you like this series to continue.
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Finding Family Treasure
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Taboo/Incest
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Things were winding down. The family was celebrating my cousin Toni and my 18th birthday and our high school graduation. In attendance were my Aunt Andrea, Toni and her sister Maria. Andrea's ex, Uncle Bob and his new wife Charlotte, my mother and my sister Elena, her husband Joe and Grand-mom Sofia.
My father sent his regrets. The last time he and Mom were in the same room, he ended up on the floor with her hands around his throat. We were all spread out in the family room dressed conservatively except for Bobs wife who was wearing a little black dress. Actually, half a little black dress considering where it starts and ends.
Our family tree springs from Sicilian roots, our life revolves around family, food and drink, we talk with our hands, add emphasis with pure Italian hand gestures, are passionate about everything.
Empty serving trays and a crumb filled cake plate were evidence of the celebration fare. We had finished off umpteen bottles of Prosecco and were enjoying snifters of cream limoncello. The mood had swung from festive to ultra mellow. As I surveyed the room I had no premonition of the events over the coming weeks.
By mid-summer, Grandmom would be gone, we would have dug up long buried treasure. I would have been threatened by the mob, I would have slept with almost everyone in the room.
School had been out for a couple of weeks. I was spending the summer helping Grandmom at her farm. She was tough as nails but was slowing down a bit. Within weeks she had slowed to a stop.
Toni and I were sitting on the porch swing of our grandparents' farmhouse. She was the youngest of my two cousins, a week older than I. We grew up together, attended the same school. Our parents live a couple of miles apart. Our family was inside. We had just come from our grandmother's funeral. Toni was softly crying. I was consoling her with my arm around her shoulders.
Mom opened the door said, "You two come in for a minute. We need to have a family meeting."
Mom said, "Grandmom left the farm to Andrea and me. We want everyone's opinion on whether to keep it or sell it."
My sister Elena spoke up, "We have to keep it, it's been part of our family forever. I love the fresh chicken and eggs and we're all used to having our own beef, and garden stuff. Don't forget the pond."
Everyone agreed.
"We both want to keep it, but it takes a lot of work. Nick is going to spend the summer here, so we're covered for now.
Our neighbor is willing to take care of the hay for us. They aren't interested in the house or chickens and cows. So we need to decide what is best long term."
Toni, "I can come help. I was planning on being here some anyway."
Aunt, "What about your lifeguard job?"
Toni, "It's not full time. I can be here a lot."
Elena looked at me, "Are you sure you're ready to do this?"
"Well, I'll only be an hour away if I need something. It's kind of exciting thinking about being on my own. And I love this place."
A week or so later we had finished the chores and cleaned the hay loft. It's no longer used for hay, now more of a junk loft. It was late afternoon when we whistled for Blackie. I tried to jump up on her. She sidestepped. I tried again, she sidestepped.
Toni laughed, "Just give it to her."
I pulled an apple out of my pocket. Blackie munched it and stood still. I hopped on and hoisted Toni up.
She said, "You just love teasing her."
"She loves it too."
We rode bareback to the pond. We were wearing overalls with bathing suits underneath. We shed our shoes and dropped the overalls. Toni was wearing a black bikini and looked like a younger version of Danica Patrick. The pond is spring fed always cool. Toni jumped in and squealed. When she stood up her nipples poked the material.
I cannonballed beside her. Stood quickly and shivered. We giggled and swam across. On the return we back stroked. I loved watching her bare legs kicking. Hello, I loved watching her bare legs doing anything. We floated for a while enjoying the bluebird sky and hot sun on our skin.
We ended up on a fallen log across a little cove. She sat kicking her feet idly. We learned to swim in this pond. Had spent part of each summer and most holidays here on the farm. Our grandmother and us baked Christmas cookies, made blackberry cobblers and cherry pies together.
As we sat, Toni said. "Everything is different now that Grandmom is gone. I realize how life can change overnight."
I agreed.
She said, "We need to live each day as if it might be our last."
"That's a little morbid."
"No it's just fact. Grandmom's favorite saying was live laugh and love."
"Yeah, I can still hear her saying that."
"I propose that you and I focus on living, laughing and loving."
I looked at her questioningly.
She smiled, said, "Lets really focus on the loving part, lets you and me fuck."
"Wow!"
"Are you with me?"
She put her hand on my crotch I was hard.
She laughed, "Your dick is focused. How about you?"
She kissed me. We had kissed before but this was different, I had never felt her tongue in my mouth.
She pulled the left side of her bra down. Her perky tit was beautiful.
She placed my hand on it, said, "What do you think? Are you up for doing some loving?"
I shook my head up and down.
"Let's get to the house."
We pulled on our shoes and picked up the overalls.
She said, "Race you."
We held hands and ran through the field, Blackie trotting beside us.
In the house she kicked her shoes off, shed the bikini, twirled in front of me, said "Let's do it here."
I dropped my shorts. She leaned back against the door, grasped my dick and aimed it for her pussy. I entered her, my lungs quit working. I pushed in as far as I could and just stayed there, enjoying the sensation. I kissed her. Her tits smashed against my chest. I felt her hard nipples rubbing against me.
I started breathing again. I pumped slowly in and out. Her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. I held off as long as I could then exploded inside her. She shivered, bit my lips and grabbed my butt, pulling me in tight.
Finally, she relaxed, smiled said, "Our first fuck was here in the kitchen, I'll always remember it, I want to fuck in every room."
"Count me in. I wanted to last longer, sorry."
She said, "It was great, and we have the rest of our lives to practice."
She kept standing with her back against the door.
I said, "Are you ever going to move?"
"I just want to enjoy how I'm feeling. Look, I'm dripping. I've never dripped cum before."
I grabbed a dish towel and knelt to wipe her.
She said, "No I want to see how much there is."
She spread her legs and squatted down, her butt still against the door.
She stuck a finger in her hole said, "Come here. Put your finger in, feel your cum inside me. You did it. It's amazing."
I inserted a finger. I began to stiffen.
She said, "Oh let's fuck again."
I eased in. As it slid in her heat, I got harder. I worked it in and out. I lasted only a few strokes. The ejaculation stung. I pushed in deeply and pressed my body hard against her.
She moaned, laughed and said, "My legs feel like rubber. I need to sit. I can't believe we're finally doing it. Wow!"
I carried her to a chair, sat with her on my lap. Her arms held me close.
She said, "When can we do it again?"
I laughed said, "It may take me a minute, but I really want to."
We kissed long and hard.
She spread her legs, was rubbing her hand on her pussy said, "I loved feeling you inside. I wonder if fucking always feels this good."
"I can't imagine it ever not feeling good. Your pussy is magical, it's tight, wet, hot and beautiful."
We walked to the bathroom, showered together then lay on the bed. The third time I entered her was as satisfying as the first but our union lasted much longer. Afterwards I sucked her tits and licked her chest. I kissed her belly button and her pussy.
I said, "I want to lick you all over. I love my tongue on your smooth beautiful skin."
She said, "That will be fun but right now I'm starving. Let's eat something then screw some more."
I put a pot of water on to boil, heated up a skillet threw in some olive oil, garlic. Opened a bottle of wine splashed some in the skillet then poured two glasses for us.
Toni set the table and fixed some salad. I added canned clams to the skillet and linguini to the pot.
I was stirring, grinding pepper, adding flakes of red pepper. Toni stood next to me as we both sipped from her glass.
I lifted out some pasta, bit it, tasted the sauce they were ready.
I drained the pasta, added it to the sauce stirred in butter and parsley, threw on some parmesan. Toni sat the plates on the table while I refilled her glass.
I said, "Grandmom would not have used canned clams. She insisted they be fresh."
"Yeah, and she would have insisted on garlic bread too."
She lifted her glass, "Here's to Grandmom."
We clinked glasses.
After we cleaned up, we headed upstairs.
She laid on the bed said, "This time we need to make it last."
I was fairly successful, it lasted much longer. We hugged and kissed for even longer.
She said, "I have to either leave soon or leave real early in the morning."
"You've had a couple glasses of wine why don't you wait till morning?"
"You're right we can have another glass and go for number five."
"Number five?"
She poked me in the ribs, "The next time will be our fifth fuck. Aren't you keeping track?"
"If we don't sleep, we can make six. Let's go have another glass."
We enjoyed our wine on the back porch. Afterwards we headed upstairs for number five.
She said, "This time I get to be on top."
Number five was great. We were both relaxed and took it nice and slow.
We slept nestled tightly together. I hated hearing the alarm. I watched her chest rising and falling. I blew on her boobs. As her nipples hardened her eyes popped open. She smiled, little crinkle lines formed at the corners of her eyes. Number six was the best yet.
I had sacks of eggs and veggies and breakfast ready when she came down.
She had a towel around her hair and nothing else. I thought, now number seven, but she had to leave. She was scheduled for lifeguard duty for a few days. After breakfast we loaded the eggs and veggies and she drove off.
I did the chores, took my shopping list to the store. The house felt empty without her. I felt restless. I played on the computer. Went for a swim. Mowed the yard. Read for a while and finally fell asleep.
Next morning I was in the middle of breakfast, the doorbell rang. I opened the door a cute lady was standing on the porch, microphone in hand behind her was a man holding a large camera.
"Hi I'm Katy Munoz with kkzl. I talked to your mother."
"Yeah, she said you'd be coming by."
"We're doing a story about your grandfather."
"Which one?"
"Tony the sheriff."
I stepped out. With the screen no longer obscuring my view I saw that she was a petite blond with a short plaid skirt, nice legs and a nice chest covered with a knit tank top. I'd seen her on tv but up close she was a knockout.
"He was my great great grandfather."
She laughed, "Of course. I'm sorry, I knew that."
Her laugh and smile made me feel warm.
"We'll interview your mom later. Today we're just interested in seeing the farm. Your mother said it was OK."
I asked what she wanted to see.
She said, "How about you just take me on a little tour?"
We walked to the backyard.
She asked, "Are there any rosebushes on the property?"
"Not that I know of. Why?"
"Just part of our story. How big is the farm."
"It's 320 acres."
"Can you show me around?"
"Do you want to walk? It's pretty big."
"What are the options?"
"We could take the tractor. I usually ride Blackie."
"Who's Blackie."
"She's the farm horse. She runs the place."
I whistled. She came trotting up.
"She's cool. I used to ride as a kid."
"Ever ride bare back? She's getting a little long in the tooth. Doesn't like saddles anymore."
She looked at her skirt and said, "This is not good riding attire."
"OK, We'll take the tractor."
"If you'll help me get on I'd rather ride Blackie."
Blackie was nuzzling my pocket. I scratched her ears.
Said, "Excuse me, Be right back."
I returned with a red apple. Blackie munched it down.
I swung up on her back told Katy, "The easiest way for you would be to climb up on that fence railing over there. I'll help you from there."
She walked to the fence, told the cameraman, "Turn it off till I'm on board. I don't want to record my unladylike mount."
She was standing on the second railing pulled her skirt up exposing her long legs. I moved alongside and helped her swing up. Her skirt was rolled up around her waist leaving her shapely legs bare.
She told the cameraman, "Just get some background shots. I'll holler if I see something."
We headed out. I kept one eye on her legs as we moved through knee high grass.
She asked, "What is this we're walking through?"
It's Coastal Bermuda, we grow it for hay."
"What are the red cows?"
"Red Angus."
"I thought Angus were black."
"Two different breeds. Both produce great meat. We raise a few for the family and sell a few every year. Besides they give Blackie something to herd."
"She herds them?"
"She tries to. We let the chickens run free sometimes. She tries to herd them too."
"I didn't know horses herded on their own."
"She doesn't know she's a horse."
At the pond she said, "It looks great. Can I get down?"
I slid off and helped her down. Barely noticed she was wearing light blue panties.
She walked to the edge slipped her shoe off and dipped her toe.
"Oh it's cold and crystal clear."
"Spring fed. It's always cold."
"If I wasn't working, I'd jump in."
"Come back anytime. Bring your suit."
She smiled, "Do you require suits?"
I grinned, "I can make an exception."
I lifted her up. Again, her skirt bunched around her waist. I swung up behind her.
She asked, "How do you guide her."
"Just pat her neck she'll go where she wants, usually it's where you want."
She patted her neck. We sauntered off, circled the property.
Back at the house I slid down, lifted her off. She was still wearing light blue panties, the crotch appeared damp.
She asked, "If you were to hide something pretty big on the farm where would you hide it?"
"I guess in the barn."
"What if you wanted to bury it?"
I looked out across the property.
"Gee it's a mile long and a half mile wide. I guess you could dig a hole anywhere."
The three of us walked back to the front yard.
She shook my hand and said, "Thanks for your hospitality. Someday I may take you up on the pond thing."
They loaded up and waved as they drove away.
It was quiet at the farm without Toni. I managed to keep busy. It was late. I had just laid down and opened a novel. I heard the stairs creak. My heart pounded. I listened intently.
"Who's there?"
"Are you decent?"
It was my aunt.
"Yes, I just laid down."
"Don't get up."
She walked in, "Hope I didn't scare you. I didn't knock in case you were asleep."
"That's OK."
"How's everything going with you holding down the fort alone?"
"Good I'm kinda settling in."
"Toni wanted me to check on you, thought you might be lonely."
She grinned, "And maybe a little horny. That's from me not her."
I looked surprised.
"It's OK. I know you two have been diddling each other."
"She told you?"
"No, a mother knows these things. You've made her very happy. I know it was her first time, was it yours?"
I shrugged and nodded, "Are you upset?"
"No, I had my first fuck when I was your age, also with a cousin. I'm happy that it was you. You're one of my favorite people."
"Thanks."
"I want Toni to continue to enjoy the experience. I have a few suggestions that may help if you're interested."
"Like what?"
"Sex can be a beautiful thing. Sex is fun but there are some techniques that can really kick it up a notch."
"Like what?"
"Have you eaten her pussy?"
"I I kissed it."
"That's a good start. Did you like it?"
She sat next to me.
I grinned.
"Pussy has a unique scent and taste. Did you notice that?"
"I like how she smells."
"Then you probably will like the taste."
She patted the tent in the bed covers, "It looks like I have your attention would you like to hear more?"
"Oh yes."
She stood up began unbuttoning her blouse. She kept her brown eyes locked on mine as she eased the blouse off her shoulders. She carefully laid it on a chair, then unsnapped the bra and laid it on the blouse. She cupped her hands under her breasts and lightly squeezed them. She used her thumb and forefinger to tweak the nipples. I was having a hard time breathing, my stomach was in a knot. Her tits looked like Toni's, weren't huge but very perky, nice dark nipples with small brown circles around them.
She reached up untied the ribbon from her ponytail, her dark brown curly hair cascaded to her shoulders. With her hands on her head her tits poked out further, my eyes switched between her tits and bare underarms.
She kicked off her shoes. Her toenails were light purple, her feet were small, her ankles and calves were slender. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of It, carefully folded it on top of her bra. Her thighs were thicker than her daughters but well-shaped. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and slowly slid them down. She wiggled as they slid to her ankles. She lifted one foot out then kicked them to me. She was naked and beautiful.
I stared at her pussy. There was a small heart shaped patch of dark brown hair above her slit.
She slowly turned around paused momentarily with her butt facing me.
As she finished the turn she put her hands on her hips said, "You've seen all I got. Are you interested in doing some exploration?"
I squeaked out, "Oh my god you're beautiful. Yes, yes."
She lifted the covers tossed them back, pulled my shorts down. My dick sprung up.
She said, "Nice we'll put that to good use later but first let's start with pussy eating 101."
She tugged my shorts off said, "Scoot down a little and scooch over."
She straddled my chest patted her pussy said, "This whole area is full of nerves. It's very sensitive but not fragile. Enjoy all of it but be gentle. I'm sure you've seen porn where the guy is pounding. Some might like that but none of the women I know want to be pounded."
She spread her slit, inserted a finger said, "The inside is the vagina it's usually pinkish. Either side of the slit are the labia or pussy lips. Here on top is the clitoris, the famous clit."
She paused, "If at any time you want me to stop just say so. No problem, there are other things we can do for fun. OK?"
"Sure, I'm good so far."
She laughed, "That's good."
She stuck two fingers inside then sucked them.
She was watching me intently, asked, "You want a taste?"
I nodded.
She inserted them again and placed them under my nose said, "That's how I smell. What do you think?"
"You smell like Toni. I like it."
She rubbed her fingers on my lips. I ran my tongue over them. She pushed them in my mouth. I sucked.
"That's' how I taste. How do you like it?"
"Yummmm."
"Good answer."
"I'm going to move closer. Start by licking and sucking wherever you want except the clit. Save that for later. You can stick your tongue inside if you want. Just use your mouth and tongue to explore, I'll love whatever you do."
She moved in close, her pussy on my mouth.
I licked and sucked everything I could reach. Her scent was intoxicating. Her juices were scrumptious.
After several minutes she said, "You catch on quick. I'm going to lie on my back. Get between my legs and keep doing what you're doing."
She laid down and spread her legs I resumed licking and sucking.
She raised her knees and spread them apart she said, "I like to be spread wide. Put your hands on my knees and press down, I'll tell you if you push to hard."
I pushed down on her knees. Her thighs were almost flat on the bed. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and lapped like a puppy. I thought I would come any second.
After a few minutes she said, "Lick my clit gently. Flick it with your tongue. Suck it too."
As I worked on her, I felt her muscles tighten. After a couple of minutes she began to tremble then started shaking. She pushed my head down tight against her, pulled my hair. She shuddered. I kept licking. She shuddered again, her muscles went slack.
She put a finger under my chin, lifted my head, smiled, said, "Nice, very nice. If you do that to Toni, she will be a happy girl."
"I'll be a happy boy."
"OK happy boy let's put your dick inside me and see how happy you can be."
I pushed inside her. I was hurting after a few strokes I erupted.
I said, "Oh shit I wanted to go longer."
She laughed, "I had you so hot you couldn't wait. We'll do it again later and you'll do fine."
Her legs were spread. Cum was peeking through her slit.
"It didn't take you long, but you pumped me full. Go get a washcloth and a towel."
Said, "It's been fun, there's more to do but I need some sleep. We can resume in the morning."
I turned out the light and snuggled up to her back side. She drifted off quickly. I closed my eyes but just enjoyed feeling her warm body against me.
Sometime later I woke, she had turned facing me. I slid down with my face near her pussy.
I was inhaling her scent when she asked chuckling, "What are you doing?"
"Just enjoying the aroma."
"So now that we're awake, would you like to eat it or fuck it?"
"How about both?"
She rolled to her back. I turned on the bed lamp began kissing her pussy. She spread her legs wide. I dove in. My tongue was deep inside, my mouth covered her mound. I sucked her juices. I was breathing hard. She put her hands on her knees and pushed. She was wide open.
I laid my cheek on her thigh and began circling her clit with my tongue. She moaned. I flicked her clit, inserted a couple of fingers in her wet tunnel. She began to stiffen and shudder. Her thigh was twitching under my cheek. Her scent was heavy, earthy. Suddenly she clasped her knees together. Her hot thighs pressed against my face she moaned, then screeched as her body shook. She began to relax. I continued lightly licking and pumping her with my fingers. She shuddered again, her legs spread wide.
She pushed my face into her said, "That's it. Don't stop."
She was trembling, taking deep breaths.
After a few minutes she said, "Oh my god. Uncle. I can't take anymore."
I stretched out on top of her. She put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth.
We laid like that for a while she finally said, "Either I'm a good teacher or you're a good student. You're doing great."
Nothing was said for a few minutes.
She said, "Roll over."
She hovered above my dick, stroked me gently then rubbed the tip along her slit then eased down.
Said, "I thought you might want to watch your dick poking me."
"I do. I like it."
I was able to hold off much longer this time. The sensation and the view was intoxicating. I shot into her.
She just sat there, "You feel good inside me."
"Believe me, I know."
Finally, she raised up, I was mesmerized watching her quivering pussy. She grabbed the towel on the bed and wiped us. She laid on top of me her breasts and hard nipples pushing on my chest. We dozed off.
It was light when I awoke. She was lying next to me, her leg on top of mine. I didn't move. Just enjoyed her warm skin against me.
Her eyes opened, she smiled said, "I slept too long. I really need to be getting home. Let's get something to eat then see what happens."
She sighed, "If Mom were still here, she'd have a raspberry coffee cake in the fridge. I'm hungry. Let's go see what we can find."
We went to the kitchen, she said. "No coffee cake. How about pancakes?"
"Sounds good. Actually anything would be good as long as I can look at you."
She put her hands on her hips said, "I like you looking at me. But you might want to blink occasionally."
She was focused on making the cakes while I focused on her bare butt. I set plates, butter, syrup on the table.
She slid our cakes on the plates and sat down.
I said, "You have gorgeous breasts."
She said, "And you have a nice dick."
We laughed.
As we finished, she stood and pulled my chair out, straddled me and eased my hard-on inside her.
"I know I need to go but thought we'd try one more position first."
I sucked her tits as she rode me. After I came, she held my head, kept my mouth on her tits for quite a while.
Afterwards we showered together.
As we dried, she said, "I wish I could be here to watch you show Toni your new skills. I know you'll do good."
I watched as she did a reverse strip. It was almost as much fun watching her getting dressed as getting undressed. I walked her to the door, we kissed and I watched her drive away.
I cleared the dishes and picked up Grandmom's cookbook, I found the coffee cake recipe. Made a list of things I needed and drove to the store.
I made two coffee cakes. Enjoyed some for lunch.
I texted her a picture. She replied, yum, I can't wait to taste you, I mean, it.
Toni was back. Mom called and invited us to dinner said she'd fill us in on the TV interview.
Toni and I walked in with sacks of eggs and veggies. Mom gave us a hug. Andrea and Elena were in the family room.
Mom said, "I'm not sure where this is going but apparently the TV people found some information that leads them to believe that there is something big buried on the farm. Something big like maybe a truck full of gold."
"What makes them think that?"
"Apparently after Grandpa and Uncle Jim were shot no one claimed all their personal effects. The station obtained the property. Uncle Jim had a blood-stained piece of paper with the words, (map under yellow rose backyard). Everything else was illegible except for...(id gol). Which could be the words, solid gold.
At the time of their murder there was speculation that the two of them had confiscated a truck that allegedly belonged to the mob. That's what led to their being shot. It was rumored that the truck was full of something valuable. The truck was dumped in the river, but the contents were never found."
"The TV station is planning a story based on the theory that whatever it was is buried on our farm and a map is under a rosebush in the backyard?"
"There are no rosebushes in the backyard."
"Keep in mind that was over a hundred years ago. Who knows what the backyard looked like back then."
"Assume the gold is on our property who owns it"
"Maybe finders keepers. We could be rich."
"It would be fun to find the map if there is one."
A few days went by we had taken trash to the dump, bought groceries. Toni was wearing a bandana across her chest. I had untied it at the dump and just untied it again.
She held the bandana open, her bare tits aimed at me. I man walked by gave her a thumbs-up.
She said, "Shit! If you untie it again before we get home, they'll be calling you one hand Nick."
I said, "Then I'd have to use my teeth."
"Then they'll be calling you toothless one hand Nick."
She kissed me and bit my lip hard.
We were picking up some feed, as I checked out, the clerk said, "I see you made the news."
"Huh?"
"You haven't seen the story? It starts with a banner (Buried treasure on local farm)."
"Oh shit!"
We turned onto the road in front of our property, the road and our drive was packed with cars. I drove through the ditch across the front yard. A man ran past us carrying a shovel. The backyard looked like a road gang at work. A dozen or more people armed with picks and shovels were obliterating the yard. Holes and piles of dirt were everywhere. One man in a suit and tie was standing outside the fence.
I yelled, "What the hell are you doing? Get out of my yard."
They paused briefly but ignored me and went back to digging.
Toni called 911 and reported what was happening. Soon a couple of sheriffs cars pulled up. They escorted the trespassers out. The guy in the suit was picked up by a black Lincoln Navigator. Deputies told us apparently no one found a map. They put police tape around the perimeter before they left. As soon as they pulled out the Lincoln drove back in.
The guy in the suit stepped out, motioned for me.
I walked over, he said, "Someone wants to talk to you."
"Who?"
He grabbed my shoulder and led me to the rear passenger door. The window rolled down.
A Robert De Niro lookalike said, "Son you have something that belongs to me."
"What."
"A map."
"I don't have a map."
"Then I want you to find it and give me a call. Just me, no one else. Do you understand?"
"If its buried, how do I find it? It's obviously not in the yard."
"I have a feeling that you'll figure that out. You better figure it out. Understand?"
He asked, "Who's the chick with the perky tits?"
Toni was standing off to the side.
I mumbled, "My cousin."
"Are you boinking her? Cousins are a great fuck."
I just stood speechless.
He patted me on the cheek said. "Keep looking and let me know when you find it. By the way this conversation stays between us capiche? It would not be healthy for you and perky tits if you tell."
My skin prickled at the nape of my neck and a rush fluttered through my stomach.
The window rolled up. One of the men handed me a card with a phone number. He got in the car, it backed out.
We went inside and flopped on the couch. My heart was pounding. I told her about the conversation. She was shaking. I held her.
I said, "We can't say anything about that conversation, to anyone. Right?"
She nodded. I picked up my phone and called Mom and told her about the back yard. I put up a sign at the end of the driveway saying sorry there's no map.
Later Mom and my sister drove in. They surveyed the yard, Mom cried. Minutes later Andrea and Maria drove in. There was a lot of hugging. Mom and Andrea went through the garden debris and filled a couple of sacks of mostly root veggies, everything else was trashed. I put a blade on the small tractor, Toni started pushing dirt. Everyone else grabbed a shovel or rake. Soon the yard was level, bare but level. I rototilled the garden except for the far end, which was covered with live oak roots.
Toni fixed sandwiches and we ate on the porch with cold beer. Several cars stopped and read my sign then drove off.
Mom said, "What gets into people? They hear the word treasure and go crazy."
Andrea, "Hopefully that's all behind us now. There's no map, no treasure."
Toni, "And now no veggies."
We laughed.
Everyone left. Toni had to work the next day she drove her sister home.
It was late afternoon when I finished the chores. Blackie got her apple, her and I went to the pond and enjoyed the cool water and the warm sun.
That night as I lay in bed trying to read I kept replaying the days events. I was about to doze off when I heard the door downstairs open.
"Yoo hoo! It's me, your favorite sister. Are you still up?"
I yelled, "Hey, I'm coming."
I was at the top of the stairs as she started up. She was wearing a Suede jacket over what I assumed was her shorty night gown.
We met halfway she said, "Sorry to barge in but Joe and I had a fight and I needed to get away."
"What did you fight about?"
"Nothing, everything. Oh, we're always fighting. He's such a turd. Men are such turds."
She patted my cheek said, "Present company excepted. I need a drink. What do you have?"
"Coffee, tea, Dr Pepper."
"Anything stronger? After what you went through today you probably could use something too."
"I think there's a couple of beers and some merlot and chardonnay."
"Perfect."
"If Grandmom was still here, I'd have coffee cake, with my beer."
"I've got coffeecake."
"You're shitting me? Show me."
In the kitchen she slipped off the jacket. Indeed, she was wearing a pink shortie gown with sneakers. I was staring.
She looked down laughed said. "I left in a hurry."
I opened the beer, handed her one.
She cut a piece of cake took a bite said, "Oh my god, this is fabulous."
She hugged me, "I can't believe you made this. It's just like grams."
"I used her recipe."
We sat at the table. I tried not to stare at her bare legs and nipples clearly visible through the sheer fabric.
She said, "Beer and coffeecake, just what I needed."
She was facing me, her knees slightly spread. I could see pink panties covering a slight camel toe. I shifted my legs under the table to hide my bulge.
She giggled, said, "Looks like your sister has gotten a rise out of you."
I felt my face burning.
She cut another piece of cake leaned back spread her legs a little more.
She chugged the beer, "How about opening the chardonnay?"
I raised my eyebrows.
She said, "Fighting gives me the munchies."
She stared at me with a shit eating grin as she worked on the cake and wine.
Crumbs dropped on her nightie.
As she finished the cake, she took a sip of wine reached down and lifted the hem of the nightie exposing the top of her legs, pink panty and cute belly button.
She held the hem and walked to the trash can. Her bare butt oozing around her panties. She shook the crumbs and turned towards me.
"The coffee cake really hit the spot. How can I ever thank you?"
She put her finger to her chin said, "I have an idea. How about I fuck you. Would that be thanks enough?"
I coughed. I tried to find words but could only mumble. She walked to me took my hand and pulled me up. She rubbed my bulge placed my hand under her gown on her tit.
Said, "What do you think bro, want to fuck your sister?"
Again, I was speechless but managed to get my other hand on her other tit. She lifted the gown off and hugged me.
I finally squeaked out, "What about Joe?"
"The hell with Joe. This will be a sweet revenge fuck. You ready?"
We walked upstairs to my room. She dropped her panties, spread her slit asked, "How many times have you wanted to see my pussy?"
"Maybe a gazillion. It's beautiful."
She hopped on the bed giggling said, "Show me what you got."
I dropped my shorts, ripped off my T-shirt and crawled on the bed. She still had her sneakers on. I slipped one off and sucked her toes. She kicked the other one off and rubbed her foot on my cheek. I sucked all her toes then crawled between her legs. As my tongue touched her pussy I felt a shock, a spark like static electricity.
With aunties guidance fresh in my mind, I devoured her pussy.
She had her thighs pressed tight to my cheeks. I pushed her legs apart, opening her wide.
She said, "Oh my. I feel like a wishbone."
As I began tweaking her clit, she spread herself even wider.
She trembled cried out, "Gawd, oh gawd. That's the spot."
She wrapped her fingers in my hair. She shook. Her thighs slapped against my face.
She screamed said, "I can't take anymore. No don't stop... Stop. Give me a kiss."
We sucked each other's face with her legs tightly wrapped around me.
She laughed said, "That was great. I assume that wasn't your first time."
I grinned.
She reached down and guided me into her very wet cooch.
I slowly pumped her until I shot my load.
She said, "You make great coffee cake, are a great pussy eater, if you weren't my brother I'd marry you."
I said, "I also made grams oatmeal chocolate chip cookies."
"Really? The hell with us being brother and sister, let's get married."
We hugged and laughed.
We cleaned up and walked hand in hand to the kitchen.
She looked in the cookie jar, held up a cookie said. "How about coffee and cookies? I know it's late. Will coffee keep you awake?"
"Don't know. I've never had coffee this late."
"We'll risk it. If we can't sleep, we can find something to do."
She turned the Keurig on. Her bare butt staring at me. I knelt behind her and kissed her buns. She leaned on the counter. I rubbed my cheeks against her butt, licked the little crease at the swell of her legs. I spread her crack and stared at her brown eye. Touched it with my fingertip. Kissed it then sucked on a cheek.
She said, "No hickeys. In case I ever go back home I don't want to explain that."
She twisted around. I kissed her muff and licked inside.
She rubbed my head, said. "I take it you like your old sister."
"I can't believe this is happening. It's surreal. It's wonderful."
"I may have to figure out how to get here more often."
She set two cups on the table. We dunked a cookie in each other's cup.
She muttered. "Mmmmh so good. I miss her."
"Me too but she left a lot of memories."
"And some recipes."
Afterwards we went back to my room.
She asked, "Are you sleepy?"
"No."
"How about if we get each other off before trying to sleep?"
"Count me in."
"OK then lie down."
She knelt on the bed said, "Scoot down."
She straddled my head, lowered her pussy on my mouth and began sucking me.
Quickly her lady milk was flowing. My nose, chin and mouth were slick with her juice.
She kept scooting her legs farther apart. Her pussy was wide open. I was starting to throb. As I licked her clit she came just after I did. We kept licking and sucking until she rolled off.
We slept nestled together.
I woke up, she was on her side with one leg curled on top of the other, I eased the covers down and stared at her pussy. I had never seen it from that angle. It was fascinating and breathtaking. Her butt crack pointing to her pussy slit. I wanted to lick but didn't want to wake her.
She rolled her head, looked at me, asked, "What are you doing?"
"Looking at your butt and pussy."
She rolled to her stomach, spread her legs. I ran my finger down her butt crack and then her slit.
I used my tongue to follow the same path.
She giggled, "Anything else you want to lick?"
"Just your whole delicious body."
She rolled on her back, opened her arms. I laid over her.
She said, "You know how to charm us girls."
We kissed.
I entered her, slid in and out a couple of times she said. "I want to suck you."
I knelt over her face. She licked me like a Popsicle.
"l love how I taste on you."
She sucked hard a couple of times said, "Put it back where it was."
I slid in and out her very wet kitty. Paused a couple of times to let her suck. Between her hot pussy and mouth, I didn't last long.
When I pulled out she said, "That was nice but you owe me an orgasm."
"Whenever you want."
We spooned together, drifted off to sleep.
I woke up looked for her. She was semi squatting in front of the sink, wiping cum. I rubbed my dick in her crack pausing at her wrinkled button.
She grinned said, "Maybe later but not now. I really need to leave. Right now, I want coffee and coffee cake with a cookie on the side."
I warmed up the cake and had coffee waiting for her when she came down.
She had nothing on.
I asked, "Have you always been this beautiful?"
"I suppose you never noticed while you were trying to look up my dress."
"I never. Well hardly ever."
I pulled her onto my lap. Sucked her tits while she scarfed down two pieces of cake. She had crumbs on her legs and crotch. I lifted her onto the table and licked the crumbs and adjacent areas.
She said, "I've got to get home. I'd like to spend all day with you but I can't. By the way have you heard any more about the treasure?"
"No nothing, it might just be a legend."
Upstairs she looked at her panties and gown, said, "I didn't really put much thought into what I was wearing. Hope I don't get stopped on the way home."
I said, "You can wear my shirt and sweats."
"That might be hard to explain. I'll just have to suck it up."
She pulled the gown on. Picked up the panties and rubbed then on my face before slipping them on. She slipped into the sneakers and we walked downstairs.
She picked up her jacket gave me a kiss said. "I know. I'll tell him I slept in the car."
She opened the door I started to follow, realized I had nothing on. I was hard as I watched her drive away.
I did the chores. Afterward I ate lunch on the back porch. The yard looked better. I kept looking at the tree roots in the garden. I gassed up the chain saw, cut the roots in small chunks. I dug and pried them up. As I pulled up a piece I saw something shiny.
It was a tobacco tin ensnarled in the roots. I freed it. It was soldered shut. I used a torch to melt the solder and opened the can. Inside was a folded piece of yellowed paper. It appeared to be a survey of the farm. At least part of the farm, it had been torn in half. The half had arrows and number of paces scribbled all over. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. There was no big x marking a spot. At the bottom someone had written Matthew 13:44-46.
I thought for a while and finally called the number on the card.
Whoever answered said he'd send someone to get it. He told me not to make a copy and not to tell anyone. I made a copy, then tore it up.
Soon the doorbell rang. I handed the map and Prince Albert can to him. He left without saying a word.
I was somewhat relieved. I finished the root project and rototilled the area. I took a short nap.
Later I made a couple more coffee cakes. Always be prepared is my motto.
Toni and Maria left to visit their father. She texted or called me almost every day while she was gone. She filled me in on what they were doing. Told me she and her sister were bonding. The stepmom had turned out to be not so bad. They'd actually had some fun together.
Today she was excited, they were heading home tomorrow. Said she missed me.
I tidied up the house, changed the sheets and did the laundry before starting the chores. It was about noon when she pulled in. I was in the chicken pen. She ran toward the pen yelling. I ran out to meet her. She jumped on me, almost knocking me down. I spun around several times with our mouths locked together.
"Gosh it's great to see you, really missed you."
"Me too I've been thinking of jumping your bones."
"I'm ready to be jumped."
We walked to the house arm in arm.
Just inside, she leaned against the door, dropped her pants and panties said. "Let's start here just like we did our first time."
I said, "I'm all sweaty."
"Sweaty is good just do it."
I undid the straps of my overalls, pulled my skivvies down and entered her.
She giggled said, "I've been dreaming of this every night I was gone."
Afterward we showered in Gram's room. We washed and played with each other until the water was cold.
We dried off, she looked at the bed said, "Not here. Let's use Mom's room."
We almost ran.
She jumped on the bed and spread her legs, "Mom said you had a surprise for me. Show me."
I stood still.
"What did she say about a surprise?"
"She said she gave you some tips on how to treat me in bed."
"Really? That's all she said? That she gave me some tips."
"Yeah. Are you going to show me or what?"
I crawled between her legs. I used my mouth and tongue to demonstrate the tips. I took her to the edge several times. I had my cheek on her thigh flicking her clit with my tongue when she shook violently. She was thrashing around, pounding my head and back and growling through her teeth. I was momentarily stunned, concerned that I had hurt her.
She flung her arms back on the bed. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were glazed. There was perspiration beaded on her lip.
She finally smiled said, "My god I thought you were electrocuting me. My heart stopped. I felt like I was melting. If that was what she taught you I want her to keep giving you tips. I feel tingly all over. Fantastic tingly, damn fine tingly. I love you kinda tingly. Wowee!"
I laughed, "Thank God. For a little bit there I thought I had done permanent damage."
We hugged. She kissed my nose, my cheeks, licked my lips then sucked them before sticking her tongue deep in my mouth.
She was breathing fairly normal, said, "I don't think most of my body parts are working but my mouth seems OK. put your missile in it and see if I can fire it off."
I straddled her. She licked and sucked, licked and sucked until I did indeed fire off. She swallowed but cum leaked out both sides of her mouth. I tried to move off her but she held me and sucked gently with her eyes locked on mine. Finally she released me, I lay beside her fondling her boobs.
She sighed, "You know I've gotten pretty good at getting my self off but from now on you are my orgasm guru. That was an out of this world experience."
"I'm no expert. Your mom says orgasms vary. Sometimes they just feel good, they're not always euphoric."
"Sounds like you and her had quite a discussion."
We played with each other for a while.
She said, "I'm hungry as a horse. Let's go into town and get something."
I said, "I made a pot of gravy and meatballs. I can fix pasta quicker than going into town. How does that sound?"
"You'll make somebody a good wife someday. Count me in."
We pulled on a couple of my T-shirts and headed downstairs. I opened a bottle of wine, poured a couple of glasses. Put water on to boil.
She sat on my lap. We drank out of each other's glass.
The pasta was al dente, the gravy and meatballs were hot. We chatted while she scarfed down a couple of platefuls.
"How did it go with the stepmom?"
"I'll give you details later but I have a new regard for her, but the big news is that my sister and I became really close. In fact, I invited her to join us tomorrow. So you won't be surprised, she knows about us."
"You told her about us? Like that we're fucking?"
"Yes. I hope you're not upset but like I said we really became close. She has a very busy summer and this was the best time for her to come to the farm. She has to leave tomorrow."
"So how do we act when she's here?"
"You know our family will be spending time here occasionally, not just her, we'll just have to be appropriate."
She kissed my forehead and sat on my lap.
"We have the rest of tonight to be inappropriate. Let's clean up down here and go have some fun. OK?"
I kissed her and smiled.
It didn't take long to clear the table and load the dishwasher.
Upstairs we shed the T-shirts. I laid on the bed, she sat on my dick.
"I like this way."
"I like it cause I can see more of the action."
She scooted back and forth then rode me up and down. She kept alternating, scooting and riding until I came.
We laid together for a while she said, "Let's watch a movie while I sit on your lap. We won't need clothes."
I said, "The whole family has keys to this place and most don't knock. Maybe shirts would be good."
I don't remember the name or content of the movie. Afterwards I laughed at myself for thinking a shirt would be enough to fool anyone.
We woke up a couple of times during the night and enjoyed each other.
The sun was streaming through the window. She was softly wheezing. I eased out of bed, slipped on a T-shirt and went downstairs. I fired up the Keurig and popped some sausage in a pan. I smacked a package of biscuits on the edge of the counter and stuck them in the oven.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and started some sausage gravy. She walked in stretching and yawning. Her cute mound peeking under her shirt. My heart skipped a beat. I handed her a cup of coffee and kissed her.
"Good morning hot stuff you smell good."
She said, "Everything smells good in here. What you cooking?"
"Sausage, biscuits and gravy. How do you want your eggs?"
"Over easy."
I cracked the eggs and soon set our plates on the table.
I was standing behind her. Her hair was damp against the nape of her neck. I ran my fingers through it and kissed her ears and neck. She shivered.
I pulled the neck of her shirt out and peeked at her nipples.
She giggled and pulled her shirt up. I played with her boobs.
She said, "Sit down everything will get cold. My boobs will still be there."
I said, "Go ahead and eat. Just ignore me."
"You're incorrigible. Sit down. You can play with them later."
We fed each other and sipped our coffee with arms entwined.
She said, "I just love being with you."
"Me too."
We cleaned our plates.
She said, "I've been thinking about a position we haven't tried."
She pushed her chair back and leaned on the table. Pulled her shirt up and wiggled her butt.
"Interested?"
I grinned my best mustache twirling grin, I rubbed my dick in her crack and slit, "Top or bottom?"
"The bottom for now."
I entered her pussy from behind, fondled her boobs and nuzzled her neck and shoulders until I came.
When I pulled out cum was oozing down her leg. I grabbed a napkin and wiped it away.
"I thought after last night you might be running low on jizz."
I laughed. "It just keeps coming."
She laughed, "That's funny, keeps coming."
We heard a car pull in.
"Must be my sister, she's early."
We hurried upstairs and threw on some clothes.
I stepped out of the room as the front door opened.
"Hello."
It was mom.
"Hi Mom, I'm heading down."
She was holding a large plastic bowl.
"I brought you a pot roast for dinner. Where's Toni?"
"Upstairs I think, doing girl stuff."
Toni walked in hugged mom looked at me. "So what's this girl stuff?"
"Whatever you all do that takes forever."
She popped me on the shoulder.
I said, "Mom brought us dinner."
Mom, "I fixed two pot roasts. Thought I'd share."
"Oh I love your pot roast."
In the kitchen I put the roast in the refrigerator.
Mom asked, "What have you two been up to?"
"Just finished breakfast, probably head to the pond after I do the chores."
"Excuse me, WE do the chores. I help."
I said, "I meant we. You're a great help."
She asked Mom, "Would you like to join us at the pond?"
"It's tempting but I need to get back. I almost forgot, I've got something from your sister, it's in the car. They're in a sack on the front seat. Oh and she sent a case of Shiners and some wine in the back seat, of course the wine is for cooking."
I brought everything inside.
Toni asked, "What's in the sack?"
"They're security chains for the doors."
Mom, "She said you need to put them on. With everything going on about the treasure. The crazy way people are acting you probably wouldn't hear if someone walked in."
"Tell her thanks for the chains and booze."
Mom, "Drink responsibly."
We enjoyed coffee and coffee cake. Toni told her that her sister was coming.
Mom laughed, "I'm sure that the three of you will find some trouble to get into. Just be careful."
We finished the coffee and Mom headed out with a sack of eggs.
That night I googled the Bible reference Matthew 13:44-46. It was the parable of the hidden treasure. I couldn't see that it was of any help.
I was dosing off, I jerked awake. Matthew 13:44-46 was flashing through my head. I jumped out of bed.
Toni asked where I was going.
I said, "I think I know where the map is."
I hurried downstairs picked up a small wooden crate from the mantle. Inside were a bunch of old newspaper clippings, a sheriff's badge, a belt buckle, a leather holster and a bible. I thumbed through the bible to Matthew.13:44. There it was. A yellowed paper. The missing half of the map. I scanned it quickly saw no big x marking the spot.
I handed it to her said, "The map is complete."
"Thank god!"
We hugged each other. Walked upstairs and I fell asleep quickly.
First thing next morning I dialed the number. Short while later I handed it over.
We finished breakfast. She was making braciole for dinner. I started the outside chores.
I was gathering eggs when Toni hollered, "She's here."
Maria is a little taller than Toni. Same curly hair but she wears hers in a short bob. She has high cheek bones and full lips that can turn from a heart melting smile to pouty in a flash. They both have great legs that seem to be longer than they are.
I stepped out of the pen, handed the basket to Toni and hugged her sister.
"So happy you came."
"It's my first time here since Grandmom passed. And since all the treasure excitement. Just wanted to make sure you're taking care of things and Toni is keeping you in line."
Toni, "I have to crack the whip occasionally."
She asks, "Did I make it in time for lunch? I'm starving."
"How about meatball subs?"
"Sounds great."
Toni "We just got a new supply of Shiner."
I said, "Have a seat on the back porch and I'll fix the sandwiches."
Toni, "I'll get the beer."
I served the subs with garlic dill pickles.
She said, "Oh you pressed the subs. I love em that way, much easier to eat."
I said, "Tell me about your time with your dad and evil stepmom. Toni's not said much other than you two bonded and the stepmom from hell was nice."
"Yeah, we got to spend some great sister time. Let me think how to say it...uh, we got to see a different side of Charlotte. A much different side."
"That's good. I know it's been a little stressful in the past."
Toni, "Did you bring your suit? We can go swimming. It's a beautiful day."
"Yeah, it's in my overnight bag. I just love the pond."
"He put some chaises and tables there. It's made it nicer."
We finished the sandwiches and beer and headed inside to change.
I put a 6 pack in a cooler and was waiting when they came out. Toni in a barely there blue polka dot bikini and Maria in a set of strings with three tiny flesh-colored pieces of fabric. I carried the cooler in front of my bulge.
Blackie met us at the gate and nuzzled my pocket where I had stuck an apple. I handed it to Maria she flattened her hand and Blackie chomped it down and followed her closely as we walked to the pond.
The girls dove in. I dropped the cooler and followed them. We splashed each other. The girls teamed up to dunk me. I returned the favor. We swam for a while. I distributed the beer. We floated and stood in the shallows sipping them.
Toni said, "Let's sit on the log."
We sat kicking the water.
Toni said, "This is where it started. He and I were sitting here when I asked him to fuck me."
I stared at her as did Maria.
Maria said, "Gee just get right to the gist of it."
We all laughed.
Toni uncovered a tit, "I was sitting just like this. He couldn't resist."
I tweaked it with my fingers, "Still can't."
She reached over and pulled the fabric away from Maria's tit, looked at me, "Doesn't she have nice boobs? I've always been envious, hers are bigger than mine."
"They are very nice, they look like yours."
Maria, "You two just carry on as if I'm not sitting here with a bare boob."
Toni bared her other tit and did the same to her sister. "See hers are bigger. Hers are Bs and I'm an A."
She chuckled said. "I like to think mine are A plus, hers are B minus but I love em no matter."
She bent over and licked her sister's tits.
Toni, "So tell him. Go ahead."
Maria looked at me but didn't say anything.
Toni. "Gee whiz. I'll tell him. She wants to fuck you."
I raised my eyebrows at Maria.
She grinned said, "I would have approached things a little differently but she's right."
I looked at Toni, asked, "Are you cool with this?"
"Hey, we're all family here. Share and share alike."
She pulled her top back in place, mouthed that heart melting smile.
I said, "It sounds like fun. Have you thought out the logistics?"
Toni said, "I won't get in the way. I just want to watch two of my favorite people go at it."
Maria giggled.
I slipped down off the log, moved in front of Maria kissed her knees, "You just name the time and place. I'll be ready."
She said, "How about now? In the house."
She slipped down and kissed me.
Toni slid in next to us, we rotated kisses then joined hands and headed for the house.
Blackie kept nuzzling Maria's butt as we walked.
The three of us crowded into the shower. Maria got most of the attention.
She giggled, "Until last week I had never showered with three people now I'm doing it again. Whoops! Forget I said that."
Toni, "It's alright."
Toni looked at me, "Charlotte sort of bonded with us. I'll tell you all about it later."
We dried off. I headed for my bed.
Maria said, "Let's use Mom's room."
Toni said, "Kinky but cool."
Maria stretched out on the bed. Toni sat cross legged at one corner.
I was a little disconcerted but crawled in the middle and began licking Maria. Her pussy lips were a little plumper than her mother or sister. It was easy sucking them into my mouth. Her scent and taste were delightful. As I tongued her tunnel I pushed her legs apart.
She uttered, "Ooh."
Toni was fingering herself.
Maria's whole pubic area was bright red. My cheek resting against her solid thigh I tongued her clit. I was flicking it rapidly when she stiffened gave a throaty groan and grabbed my head. I slowed the flicking she relaxed soon she stiffened again and pushed my head away.
Maria. "Wow I never come that fast and never twice in a row."
Toni suddenly screamed. She was shaking.
"Sorry for my outburst. I was holding on until you finished."
Maria, "My finish was great. Not as dramatic as yours."
"I told you he was good. Mom taught him well."
My head snapped up. I stared at her.
"Yeah, Mom finally told us how she gave you those tips. We think it's cool. She needed it as much as you did."
Toni looked at me, asked, "Are you going to pork her or what?''
I entered her. My dick felt very warm inside. I loved feeling her puffy lips against my groin. On each stroke I pushed in deeply. All my muscles tightened as I came. My feet cramped.
As I pulled out Toni kissed her sister. I watched their mouths squishing each other. They sucked each other's boobs.
Toni fingered her sister, said, "You're full of his magic potion."
The three of us laid entwined, petting, licking and sucking.
Toni asked her, "Did you really have an orgasm? I expected more fireworks. I go crazy when I come."
Maria chuckled, "I've noticed. For me it starts with a feeling of hot fluid surging through my veins. All my nerves tingle then the heat starts moving towards my pussy. I feel empty everywhere else, then the heat explodes in my pussy. It happens fast. It's great. I can repeat the feeling several times."
Toni, "I guess everyone is different."
Toni fetched us a beer. We sat with our backs against the headboard as they filled me in on the details of their tryst with the stepmom.
Toni, "On the way to Dads I shared how you and I had been exploring each other."
Maria, "She was vivid in her descriptions. By the time we got there, I was pretty horny. Then Charlotte started her shenanigans. You know accidentally exposing herself and popping in on us when we're undressed. Touching us all the time. Tucking us in to bed. She is an attractive lady. One day I was in the shower. She walked in, excused herself for intruding.
I turned the water off, opened the door said, "OK you've seen me naked. How bout you get naked for me?"
She was startled. Just stood there then smiled and stripped. We ate each other lying on the bathroom floor. I really enjoyed it. I had never considered having sex with a woman.
I told Toni, she got fired up and we ate each other. Shortly the three of us were in the shower. From there it just took on a life of its own. From then on, one or all of us had our heads in someone's crotch. It was crazy but crazy fun."
That evening we enjoyed Mom's pot roast then sat on the porch sipping a nice Merlot.
Toni said, "How about we do a little menage a trois?"
Upstairs Maria spread her legs. I lay between them. Toni lay across her stomach and licked from the top down. I licked bottom up. It was like a tag team she'd lick then I'd lick.
Maria's pussy was so fine, sucking her plump lips was addictive. We moved to either side of her. I would tongue her and suck the far lip then Toni would tongue and suck the other.
Maria was breathing hard. Toni moved to her sisters clit. I focused on tonguing her. We took Maria through several peaks and valleys. Finished with a big peak.
Toni sat on my face, Maria on my dick. There were more peaks. The three of us slept soundly.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of slurping. Maria and Toni were wound together 69ish with heads in each other's crotch. I spent some time looking at all the lucious naked flesh. They both managed to give me brief grins.
I took a quick shower, eased the pressure in my dick. Then went to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. They walked in wearing only t-shirts, drying their hair with towels. Their lady mounds were bright red.
I served breakfast on the porch. As we were eating, the black Lincoln pulled up to the far gate followed by a truck and trailer carrying a backhoe. They opened the gate and drove into the field. Blackie ambled up, nosed the gate shut then watched the activity.
The truck driver and his passenger got out walking to separate spots, one began pacing south to east. The other east to west.
When they met, they drove a stake in the ground. Soon the backhoe made a couple of swipes at the spot. Suits piled out of the Lincoln looked the hole over and signaled to keep digging. Within a few minutes there was a big hole and a big pile of what looked to us like bottles and wooden crates.
Everyone seemed excited. One of the suits waved for me to join them.
They had unearthed a cache of Canadian whiskey. Some of the crates had disintegrated. Some labels on the bottles were missing. A suit escorted me to the Lincoln. I slid into the rear passenger seat next to Mr. Big.
He was holding a bottle, laughed, "Not solid gold but liquid gold. It might still be good since it's been in the cool earth. We'll get it out of here and have it analyzed. Might be worth a buck or two."
He patted my leg said, "You did good kid. If you ever need anything, call me."
He rolled his window down said, "Fix my friend up."
He smiled as I stepped out. "Keep perky tits happy."
A suit handed me a case of whisky, another stuffed something in my shirt pocket.
Back at the house I sat the whisky on the table, pulled a bunch of hundred dollar bills out of my pocket.
Toni, said, "That's it? That's the treasure?"
"Yep, a truckload of whisky. All that fuss over old booze. At least it's over we can get on with our lives."
Maria, "I guess that means I should cancel my Rolls Royce order."
We all laughed.
After breakfast both girls left for home.
I called Mom filled her in on what had transpired with the treasure.
She said, "I'm so relieved. We need to celebrate. I'm coming over."
I took some thin tenderized shoulder steaks out of the freezer, set them in the sink to thaw. I had just finished the chores, Mom walked in.
We hugged, she said, "I brought some Prosecco for our celebration. We need to chill it."
I said, "It'll go good with the Milanese steaks."
"Oh my favorite. I also brought fresh pepperoni bread for lunch."
We unloaded her car. I carried in the wine and her overnight case.
I showed her the whisky and greenbacks. We walked to the hole that had been nicely filled in.
She said, "Not a very dramatic ending, just happy it's over."
We sat on the porch with cold beer enjoying the pepperoni bread.
She said, "Grandpa Tony was a scallywag. I'm not surprised he left this mess. During the depression and prohibition, he was a struggling farmer. He was basically bankrupt. The farm was being foreclosed. He ran for county sheriff, was elected in a tight race.
The modest salary was barely enough to cover his uniform cost. Apparently, Sheriffs at that time had access to fringe benefits not available to common folk. Within a year or so he was able to bring the mortgage payments current. And was able to buy new equipment and pay off all his debts."
"Obviously he didn't get to enjoy it for long."
"Yeah, he pissed off the wrong people. Enough about this, it's over. I was thinking a swim in the pond would be nice."
"Let's do it."
We went upstairs to change. She was wearing a bright flowery cover-up as we walked to the pond. Blackie kept nosing my butt. I finally gave her the apple.
Mom kicked off her flip flops and laid the cover-up on the log. I stared. She was wearing a black one-piece suit which she filled out nicely. The bottom was cut up the side to her hip bone highlighting her long legs. There was a diamond cut out on the side from the armpit to the waist. Another diamond shaped cutout over the midriff. The back was bare.
We swam for a while. She had been a competitive swimmer in college, still had powerful strokes and beautiful legs.
Clouds were creeping in above us. The sky turned dark. We heard rumbling in the distance. We got out of the water and headed for the house. It was raining hard by the time we got to the porch. We stretched out on the chaises to dry off. I closed my eyes for a couple of minutes.
Mom said, "Andrea told me you could show me some tricks."
My eyes popped open. She was naked. Time stood still, my heart flip flopped in my chest, the sky turned grey. The grass was black. It was as if I were watching a black and white movie. Everything was black and gray except Mom who was in living color.
Time started running again, colors returned. My mother was still lying nude a few feet from me. I sat up and stared.
She grinned asked, "Are you going to show me or not?"
I moved next to her, sat on the edge, rubbed her leg asked, "Are you sure?"
She laughed, "No silly. I stripped naked because I wasn't sure."
I pulled my shorts off and knelt between her legs.
She asked, "Do you think this will hold us."
"Let's find out. It's a short drop if it doesn't. I don't want you to have time to change your mind."
I kissed her pussy, my tongue was as hard as my dick. I was torn on which to use first, but I entered her. I extended my arms holding my body above her so that I could watch as I slowly pumped. After several strokes I backed up and licked her.
She tasted salty and sweet. Her tunnel was hot pink and juicy. As I licked her nectar, I stared into her eyes. They looked like melted chocolate. Her whole face was smiling, lit up. l licked until she was red then focused on her love button. Quickly she stiffened and shuddered.
I paused, she relaxed. I began again, she shuddered. I repeated the cycle several times then sucked her till she shook. I kept softly sucking. Her body stiffened, she groaned loudly and pounded on my back with her fist, then took a deep breath and relaxed, her body went limp.
She stared at me, "So good. I forgot. It's been too long."
I eased into her. After a couple of strokes there was a ripping sound. My knee went through the fabric followed quickly by my elbow on the opposite side.
Most of my weight was on her. I struggled to get up.
Fortunately my knee contacted the porch giving me leverage to push off her.
"Sorry Mom. Are you OK?"
She laughed, "I thought maybe that was part of the trick."
I managed to get up. Offered my hand and pulled her up.
We hugged and laughed.
She said, "Want to try the other chaise?"
I shook my head, "Let's go inside."
I walked beside her with my hand on her bare butt.
I lay on the sofa, pulled her on top of me.
She settled down on my dick said. "I love being on top. I'm a take charge kinda woman. Does it feel weird fucking your momma?"
"It feels like I'm in a hot tight pussy of a beautiful woman that just happens to be my mother. Are you feeling weird?"
"I'm feeling like I've got a nice hard dick in me that happens to belong to my son. A son who happens to have made me feel like a real woman. Besides Andrea said it's not a mother son thing or an aunt nephew thing it's just a man woman thing."
She was squirming back and forth. Our pubic bones pressed together. The feeling was incredible.
I was grinning from ear to ear.
She asked, "What are you grinning at?"
"I'm thinking how I'm going to suck those gorgeous boobs."
She smiled and squirmed faster.
I shot my load, she slowed down but continued to wiggle, her eyes were closed.
Finally, she leaned down, her tits over my mouth. I licked and sucked until she raised up. I pulled her back down and kissed her.
She said, "Andrea was right. You do know some tricks."
We showered together. I pulled on some shorts and went downstairs. I had just put the damaged chaise in the trash when she stepped on the porch. She was wearing the coverup open down the front, nothing underneath. She had a beer in each hand, she was holding one on her pussy.
Asked, "Cold beer or cold pussy? Your choice."
I Chose both. I licked her cold lips until they were warm before working on my beer.
We enjoyed crispy Milanese steak and pasta salad for dinner. Washed it down with Prosecco. For dessert we did several encores of our afternoon activities before falling asleep in her old bedroom.
A couple of weeks later all the girls showed up one Saturday afternoon. We swam and sunbathed then ended up with cold beers on the porch.
Toni, "Since we're all here Nick and I have an announcement. Instead of going off to college we've decided to stay here on the farm and go to the community college for the first two years."
Maria chuckled, "That'll mean you'll just have one set of bedclothes to wash."
Elena, "With the two of you here by yourselves we all need to take turns checking on you. You know, do occasional sleepovers."
Everyone snickered.
Andrea says, "Innuendos aside, that'll give us more time to decide what we're going to do with this place. We've certainly been on a roller coaster ride. We were going to be rich then back to status quo."
Mom, "Grandpa Tony's treasure hunt was wearing. But not everyone gets a chance to look for buried treasure."
I was looking at all the bare skin in front of me, said, "I think all of you are our real family treasure."
Maria, "You think the treasure is between our legs."
I smiled, "That too."
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The Audience: My Old Coach?!
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-audience-my-old-coach
| 4.63 | null |
Gay Male
|
You want to know what's wild? Your baseball coach from college being a fan of your material.
It wasn't as if I knew it was Davey initially, but he reached out to me via email to kick off conversation, and to applaud my writing skills claiming the stories made him hard.
"I'm on the toilet right now jacking off," he told me the first time.
Davey recruited me to be his shortstop, and I started for four years in that corner earning all sorts of honors, and even in the conversation of being drafted in the big leagues while either us knew we'd meet up in this world. Davey reached out to show he wasn't reading it by accident either; he was an avid fan who stumbled upon my stories while looking for something else, and became hooked.
"I wonder if you fuck like you write," he asked, like other fans.
I avoided responding to that question as he turned me on, like many of the others who reached out like he did. I chose to change the subject to settings of my fictional work, and that only enhanced his interests.
"I live in Virginia Beach. Your stories are all in familiar places surrounding the city, and other places within Tidewater," he messaged. "So are you here?"
I wouldn't confirm or deny, only to say that "I spent a considerable amount of time in Virginia."
"So you're here, LOL," he replied. "I wanna meet you."
I was always first reluctant to meet my readers, as I thought most of them were some sort of quacks, or weirdos, who got off on reading my material. It was an overzealous thought for I could've had no followers, but I'd chatted with some of them previously to come to the conclusion I'd rarely link up with a reader.
"I see you're 35," he texted. "I'm 64. And I'm white. Hopefully I'm not too old for you?"
"Send me photos." I directed.
"Absolutely not. I have to keep my discretion, plus you haven't confirmed if you're in the area," he said.
"I live in Norfolk," I replied.
"Where? And I have a feeling you're one fine ass stud, so you should send me photos," he mentioned.
I laughed as he tried to pull leverage, something he'd done as a coach.
"I actually just retired from coaching baseball in the area. I can't just put myself out there," he said.
I sent photos of me fully clothed, then ones of me naked, showing off my bear body.
"Holy shit, Aubrey," he replied.
Me knowing of Davey, he was not only in shock, but embarrassment knowing one of his former players was interacting with him like this. Davey, who stood at six foot four, was a man of the community, a man of God, and a man of family and integrity in most eyes, and couldn't be associated with the world of which I provided stories.
"Son, what in the entire hell," he asked as he might've passed judgment.
I reminded him that what I sent him, and what we read, had nothing to do with anyone else in any capacity.
"You like reading about cock, and obviously you enjoying looking at them, so this is no one else's business," I told him.
"Aubrey, my son, you're just so fucking goregeous," he said as we went back and forth. "And son, I can't tell you how many times I've read your stories to cum all over myself."
I stopped the email messaging to give him a call, and he'd answer, right as he was laying naked in bed, with the wife gone.
"There have been times I've broken out her dildo, and shoved it up my ass because of you," he said.
"So coach likes to get fucked," I asked.
"You damn right. But it's only happened twice, once two years ago, and once some years back on a recruiting trip," he told me.
"How the fuck, or where the fuck do you conjure this material?"
I could only laugh before explaining of my dirty mind. He knew of me being an English major in college, and I often wrote teammates' papers for pay, since I was good at it. We recollected back to the time when I was in college and excelled in all my coursework, so much that I was one of the players he never needed to touch base with professors on.
"So you've had this dirty mind, even when you were on the field," he asked.
"Not against other players, but the coaches, perhaps," I rebuttaled.
"You wanna meet?"
"You damned skippy I wanna meet," he said as he claimed to be stroking himself over the phone.
He went on to talk about fantasies of him getting laid with one of his star players. His wish was coming true as I was one of the best shortstops he ever had, and would literally show him the bat he wanted to see swinging between my legs.
"You've got one magnificent cock," he said. "I'd love to rub on that stick of yours."
"What about the stories," I asked facetiously.
"Fuck those stories when I can have the real thing, in my bed," he asked.
He ended up sending me photos of himself to further entice me to come over. Davey gained a little weight, but in all the right places as his pecs turned flabby, and that once stiff midsection contained the same material, to go with some girth.
"I don't run, or workout like you guys remember, but when you have seven grandchildren, that's a grind in itself," he said.
I continued my routine of hitting the gym, and eating vegetables regularly. It showed with Davey complimenting me for still looking as if I was slinging ground balls in double plays.
I made my way to the house he still lived in with his wife, and dogs, a spot just a block from the Virginia Beach Oceanfront in an exclusive, private neighborhood on the north edge. He came to the door in a robe, with me noticing his blonde scalp turned gray, and these days he was sporting a thick, salt and pepper mustache that was cut within the length of his lips.
"Got the perfect mouth for sucking some black dick," I said to him.
"Oh, that's good. I just read one of your stories, and feel like my ass could take some of that black dick, too," he said. "C'mere."
We kissed, then he admitted he sucked black dick in the past, but never had it up his ass.
"A dick is a dick," I told him.
He scoffed at my comment while his arms were around my shoulders, and we were in eye contact as I smelled the Ralph Lauren on his body.
"I thought queers only wore cologne," I asked, making him come back on a statement he made 10 plus years prior.
"Well, I like cock in my mouth, and cock in my ass, so what does that make me," he replied.
We kissed some more before I pulled the robe off his shoulders, and he shut the door behind me, before he bent to his knees behind it. He pulled down my sweats.
"You're huge, baby," he said as he parted his lips to take my prick after seeing what he was looking for.
I was nine inches long, and an inch in width, but he wouldn't struggle as he inhaled the dick.
"Your baby momma take care of you lately," he asked.
He was alluding to my son's mother, and aligned the moment to one of my stories where I wrote a fictional tale about a black guy struggling with his kids' mother. Shana in fact was a pain in my ass, but I didn't realize I put that pain into words, for she'd silenced my needs when we were together. I put my hands on Davey's shoulders while watching him feed off of me, and be hyped after reading numerous stories which caused him to be the slut he was. I watched him bob his head back and forth while slobber ran down his chin, and his eyes were closed as he had a rhythm going. The sloppy toppy he was giving raised so many questions, such as how long, and who else? I even wondered if he fantasized of his star players truly, to include myself for I was one loose cannon with the dick back then (females, of course). I asked them silently as he chose to squeeze his lips tight in trying to make me litter his throat.
"Nah, fuck that. Let's take it to the bedroom," I told him as I was close to cumming.
I stripped walking down the short hallway, then sat in a lounge chair in the corner of the room while he walked towards the dresser. I wanted him to ride me, and he read my mind as he walked over with Astroglide.
"I ain't been fucked in six months," he said as he poured the liquid on my tip.
He and I kissed while he stroked the gooey substance up and down my shaft, slowly rubbing and squeezing my prick to make it even harder. I pushed his hand away, and he turned around while I spread my legs apart, and he'd have a seat directly in the middle as my cock opened up his hole.
"Feels good, Davey," I said as he wiggled his ass side to side, and allowed for my throbbing dick to swell his hole.
He kept moving his ass in different direction while I placed my hands on his nipples, and allowed my fingers to flicker at the hardened beads. I tugged them lightly and that made him rise and fall on my girth as that little ass of his was bouncing. I pulled harder, and he moaned louder before he bounced more to allow me to enjoy the feeling of his tight slot massaging my shaft. He tilted his head back, and turned it sideways as we began to French kiss, then he bounced even harder, and caused me to linger even deeper in his trench. His bitchy whimpering turned me on as it showed I reached his spots, and he reached between my legs to rub my balls as he couldn't stop riding me.
"This what you wanted coach," I asked him.
"Fuck yes, son. Fuck.....yes," he yelled before I pushed him forward.
He fell off the cock, and onto the floor, but his ass was pointed to the air for me to hover over, then drop this dick directly on his g spot. He spread those ass cheeks to show off that bruised hole, and I crouched over him to pound away at that pussy the way it was meant to be pounded. I loved hearing his squeals as I continuously landed on that prostate, and his screams when I went deeper to beat on that sphincter. His hole was beyond loosened, but I felt his initial ring still pull on my foreskin, and I tapped it harder until I lost control, then busted a hot load deep in his cunt.
"Oh boy, I feel your balls just emptying in me," he said as I filled him up.
I raised up when I finished to see that "pearl" at his swollen flower, just waiting to roll out, and onto his balls if he would've sneezed wrong.
"You just made my fucking year," he said as he laid flat on the floor.
"You wanted to meet the writer," I joked. "Well, here you are."
Coach learned that I lived what I wrote, even if it was fictional.
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"swallowing",
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"bbc",
"facial",
"oral",
"coach",
"garage",
"former player"
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Sharing HIM Pt. 03
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/sharing-him-pt-03
| 4.44 | null |
Fetish
|
Ashton tensed as hard as he could, squeezing with all his might as he struggled not to cum. Before him Melanie was on her knees, head bobbing slowly up and down his length as she sucked. "You see, it is my belief," she began, taking him in her mouth and running her tongue around the head of his cock. He breathed deeply at the break in pleasure, struggling to regain control of his building orgasm. He gasped when she her head suddenly dropped and he felt hot flesh envelop him once more, then with an audible 'POP' she came back up and smiled up at him. "That a man is best when he is serving.". Again she enveloped him and he gasped. She increased her pace, her head moving up and down more rapidly than before. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he struggled and lost the fight to contain himself.
The sensation ceased. Eyes open and full of desperation for release, he looked down to see Melanie on her knees, smiling up at him with his cock throbbing in her hand. She squeezed hard and his balls pulled upwards as he felt the wave of orgasm run over him, while he winced in pain at the pressure of her nails digging into his shaft. His mind contorted in confusion, unsure of how to handle an orgasm in the absence of pleasure. He whimpered pathetically.
Without breaking eye contact Melanie dipped her mouth down to his cock once more, pulling only the head into her lips before releasing her death-grip on his shaft. A wave of pressure suddenly released and he felt a strange sensation, as if he were being drained. He felt a flowing sensation from his cock, like a valve suddenly opened just as the pressure drops. It was unlike any ejaculation he'd had before. The release of pressure was relieving, but maddening, unsatisfyingly so. After 30 seconds or so Melanie let him slip from her mouth and stood. A hand in his hair pushed him downwards to his knees and tilted his head back while the other slipped a finger into his mouth, then two, then three. He opened obediently and she bent over him and slowly parted her lips. A white substance slipped from her mouth into his. He tasted salt as his cock softened and twitched before his mind realized what it was. She held his chin firmly while she filled his mouth, then pushed it shut.
"Swallow." Her eyes were firm and he obeyed immediately, instinctively opening his mouth to show. "Good boy." She patted his head like a dog and stepped aside as Jenn slid off the bed and came up beside her.
"Stand," his wife commanded. He rose to his feet and she stepped close to him, bringing her lips to his and kissing him. She pulled away and gripped his chin, her blue gaze so intense it flooded out all the confusion, pain, and humiliation. "How did that feel, subby?" she said, though the pet name rolled off her tongue as both a gift and a weapon. He tried to answer but the breath was still knocked out of him--by sensation, by the afterburn, by the knowledge that he had just been used and emptied, only for his own pleasure to be taken away. He knew how this was supposed to work; he'd read stories, he'd had fantasies, he'd discussed it with Jenna in whispers and texts and, finally, in the low-lit corners of their shared bed. But this was new, foreign, overwhelming.
"I... I--" even the broken syllable sounded pathetic.
Jenna cocked her head, her hair falling in a curtain. "Don't
worry yourself," she said, her tone both mocking and tender. "Tonight is about giving up control, remember? Not about understanding." With that she slipped to her knees in front of him and kissed his softened cock, then each testicle before taking them in on hand. "Now, to ensure you behave." He looked down at her and his eyes widened. She held a small cage and with one hand, pulled his balls through a ring before fastening it over his hanging shaft.
She clicked the lock in place and the sound echoed through the room like a verdict. Ashton's eyes darted from Jenna to Melanie, to his cock imprisoned now in a restrictive sheath of plastic. He felt vulnerable in a way he had never imagined: not just naked, but now rendered useless, impotent, his pleasure put away, his manhood rebranded as an object only for their amusement. Jenna stood, kissed his cheek, and patted his head.
"Not so scary after all, is it?" she asked softly, but it was more of a statement than a real question. He shook his head, not trusting his voice. The humiliation was heady, sickly sweet and in a strange way--somehow--comforting. There was nothing left to do. He was only to be looked at, spoken to, commanded.
Jenna turned to Mel, whose lips glistened. The after-image of her head bobbing just moments before and the memory of that pleasure he could no longer feel flashed across his mind in his mind as she licked the taste from her lips and watched him with an almost clinical detachment. "Anything to add, Domina?" asked Jenna, her hand still clamped to Ashton's jaw, keeping his head faced forward.
Melanie circled him slowly, dragging her index finger along his ribs, then across his lower back, stopping at the indent just above his ass. She steadied him with a palm on his spine and pressed her lips close to his ear. "You did very well. But you should get acquainted with the idea of... depletion." She patted him gently, turning him to face the mirror wall. "Tonight, you're a vessel. You will take and take and take, and the giving is beyond your choosing."
|
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"threesome",
"ffm",
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"submissive male",
"dominant female",
"wife",
"chastity"
] |
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