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The Velvet Rabbit: Satin and Sin
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Tokyo doesn't sleep. Not really.
Behind every shimmering glass tower is a secret, a sin, or a boy like me--still figuring out who he, or she, really is.
When I first stepped into the Velvet Rabbit, I was just a boy in eyeliner, stockings, and heels, pretending to be brave. I didn't know what I wanted. But the club changed that. The satin, the nylons, the eyes that followed me--especially hers.
Miyu. Mysterious, tender, impossibly beautiful. She helped me become ReniRose--first on the outside, then somewhere deeper.
We danced around each other. Flirted. Fell. And one perfect night, we gave in.
Now, things are changing. The lights are dimming, and the real world is pressing in.
Miyu has secrets--and debts. And the dangerous man who owns them both is back. I might be his next target.
To escape him, I'll have to become more than a fantasy. I'll have to seduce--and play a part so dangerous it might destroy me.
But it might just set us free.
With all my love and deep thanks to the incredible Ms Rebecca Brookes, whose insight and support helped shape this story. You should absolutely read her work--you'll fall in love too.
This is a work of fantasy. All characters depicted are over 18 years old.
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Chapter Six: The Rabbit and the Wolf
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The Velvet Rabbit purred with life as twilight settled over Tokyo--dim lights like embers, laughter floating over the clink of ice and the hush of secrets. Perfume and smoke curled in the air, sweet and dangerous. It was a place made of satin and shadows, where the outside world dissolved into velvet hush and hungry eyes.
My heels clicked across the polished floor, each step deliberate, confident. The black satin of my leotard clung perfectly to my frame, the cut hugging my waist and dipping low at the back. Sheer tights shimmered over my legs, catching the light with every shift of my hips. The faint scent of jasmine drifted from my skin--my favourite body oil, giving a subtle glow like I'd been kissed by candlelight.
It had been a few weeks since I started here. Since I became Reni not just for fun, or online, but for real. And tonight, for the first time, I felt like I belonged.
I caught myself in the bar mirror--jet black bunny ears, pink bob wig, soft tail peeking behind. I smiled. Not just at how I looked, but at how I felt. I wasn't pretending anymore. I was Reni. And she was beautiful.
Last night had changed everything. Miyu's touch, her warmth, the way she made love to me--it had been more than pleasure. It was an awakening. Something sweet and fierce tied between us like silk. I'd never thought I could fall for a trans girl. I'd never thought I might become one. But every day the truth sat closer to the surface.
And yet, something else hummed beneath the surface tonight. A thrill. Or maybe a warning. I could taste it, faint as iron on the tongue. But I didn't care. I was riding high.
Miyu wasn't in tonight, which meant I was paired with Aiko--the girl in green. She gave me a once-over, lips pursed, eyes sharp as glass.
"Try not to hog the tips tonight, princess," she muttered, flicking her hair.
I smiled sweetly, unbothered. "I'll try, but no promises."
I could tell she hated how easily I'd risen through the ranks, how quickly the customers warmed to me. A small number of the girls barely disguised their resentment--whether it was about my looks, my success, or the fact I was only half-Japanese. I knew what they whispered. But tonight? Nothing could touch me.
My body still wore the memory of Miyu like heat under my skin. The way she touched me, held me, kissed me--I'd never known something so gentle could make me feel so wild. So complete.
I floated through the lounge, hips swaying to the music, and heads turned. I was enjoying being feminine, letting that side loose, more and more. Enjoying my newfound sexuality. Feeling more at home than ever in my body.
One of the older gents reached out to graze my thigh as I leaned over to serve drinks. His fingers skimmed just under the hem of my leotard, lightly caressing my small bulge in my leotard. A little thrill zipped through me. Then the buzz of the toy inside me flared--a soft, pulsing a vibration that nearly buckled my knees.
"Mmm, such a pretty little thing," one of them murmured, giving my backside a playful tap before moving his hand down to feel the sheer black nylon encasing my thighs, rubbing up and down my leg.
I giggled, cheeks flushed.
The whole night shimmered around me--golden and electric. I could feel the power I had here. A month ago, I would've been disgusted by those touches, by the way these men looked at me, manhandled me. Now? I was drunk on it. Every compliment, every wandering hand, every tip sent to make the little device purr inside me--I wanted more.
The whole thing was turning me on tonight. I was loving being this version of Reni. So much so I had to be careful not to show my arousal, which was becoming increasingly clearer as my cock started to pres into the tight black satin. Unfortunately, a few of the older gentlemen seemed to have noticed and sent a few more buzzes my way, enjoying my exquisite torment and seeing how hard they could get me.
Another order lit up on my screen--Booth 8. A private booking. My heart jumped.
Private booth. Private tips. I was already making good money this evening. I thought about how I could use it to treat Miyu, take her somewhere nice. I even wondered about going out with her dressed as Reni, something I'd been too afraid to do, till now. My confidence brimming like never before.
Still riding high, I licked my black glossy lips and adjusted my bunny ears. My heels clicked down the hallway behind the bar, each step sending a little pulse of pleasure through my body as I felt the gentle switch of nylon against nylon as my thighs rubbed together. I bit my lip, already imagining the scene--some VIP client wanting to be spoiled. Maybe I'd do a sexy little dance for him, let him ogle my long legs as they shimmered in sheer black nylon that sheathed them from my toes to the top of my hips.
The thought even entered my mind to tease his hard cock through his trousers. A gentle stroke here and there. Maybe I'd give him the fantasy of his life tonight. Something I wouldn't have imagined doing just a few short weeks ago.
I was halfway down the corridor when something tightened in my chest. Realisation.
Booth 8.
I stopped. Just for a second. My hand hovered near my hip.
That booth.
The one I'd never been assigned to. The private VIP booth. The one I'd found Miyu in--disheveled, shaken, used. The one 'he' had used.
I hesitated, breath catching. But then the device buzzed again, sharp and insistent, and I gasped softly as I held my hand to the wall to steady myself. It had buzzed more than ever tonight, and it was getting harder and harder to focus and keep control. My legs carried me forward on instinct, pleasure and dread twining like vines inside me.
The door loomed ahead--thicker than the others, the frosted glass catching the pink and purple hues from the lounge. My fingers brushed the handle. Cold. The hallway was too quiet.
Perhaps it would be ok. Perhaps someone else had booked it. It couldn't be him, he was exclusive to Miyu?
I pushed the door open.
Dim light spilled across velvet and leather. The room smelled of whisky, smoke, and something colder--something dangerous.
He stood by the low table, a heavy glass in one hand.
Okabe.
The charcoal suit clung to his frame, sharp at the shoulders, cut to power. His hair was slicked back, jaw rough with stubble, a pale scar just visible below one ear. Thick wrists, heavy hands. He looked like muscle dressed in money -- a thug polished to a shine.
My breath caught. He didn't move. Didn't smile. Just looked at me.
That look wasn't like the others. It wasn't greedy or amused. It was measured. Possessive. Like I was already his.
I stood frozen in the doorway, every hair on my body lifting. The confidence, the warmth of earlier drained out of me like water from a cracked glass. Then came the soft click of the door behind me. Closing. Sealing me in.
He took a slow sip of his drink, gaze trailing down the length of me--over the smooth line of my hips and thighs, the curve of my chest, the trembling twitch of my fingers.
"Come in," he said at last.
His voice was deep. Calm.
I swallowed, legs suddenly unsteady in my heels and stepped forward. One foot, then the next. My leotard now felt too tight, my tights like a net. My skin buzzed with tension. My device pulsed again, and I almost whimpered with the heady mixture of fear and pleasure.
He watched me. Not like prey. Not like a customer. Like a collector surveying a new addition to his gallery.
And somewhere, deep inside, I knew--
Whatever this was, it wasn't going to be a show.
He stood at the bar inside the booth--yes, Booth 8 had its
own bar
--selecting a bottle from a polished shelf. He poured amber liquor into two short crystal tumblers with slow, deliberate care.
I stood frozen, unsure whether to curtsey like a good bunny girl or run like hell. Then he spoke.
"You're even prettier up close. Different from all the other girls somehow. Special."
His voice was deep velvet, the kind that purred instead of spoke. It might've been a compliment, but it wasn't said with affection. More like
appraisal.
I swallowed and gave a small bow. "Thank you, sir."
He held out the drink. "Come. Sit with me."
I took the glass with shaking hands. My fingers brushed his--warm, dry, strong. I followed him to the sofa, a low, plush thing the color of oxblood, wide enough to sprawl on. He sat first, legs wide, taking up space. I perched lightly beside him, knees tight together, trying not to spill the drink or tremble.
Music crackled softly from a speaker above--a sultry old jazz tune that melted into the velvet walls. He lifted his glass in a small toast. I mirrored him, then took a sip. It burned.
I coughed, blinking back tears. He chuckled, deep and low. "Strong. Like you."
I forced a smile, trying to keep my breathing even. But I could already feel the alcohol blooming warm in my stomach. Not just strong. Something else. Something heavy.
"I've been watching you," he said casually, swirling his glass.
My heart skipped. I gave a quiet laugh, pretending confidence. "I--um--try to make the customers happy."
"You do more than that." His eyes slid toward me. "You shine. Even when you try not to. Renjiro-san was right to hire you. We're seeing a lot of interest in you from the customers. Good tips."
I looked down, cheeks flushing, the buzz between my legs reminding me how
seen
I really was. The little device inside me purred softly--not constant, but enough to keep me off balance and oddly, much more than usual. I clenched my thighs tighter, trying to stay focused.
"Thank you, sir," I murmured, voice smaller than I meant.
He leaned closer. "You know, Miyu never told me how cute you were. Maybe she was keeping you to herself."
That chilled me. "She's... just a friend."
"Mm." He took another sip, then turned to face me more fully. "But you're not just anyone, Reni-chan. Not anymore."
His hand landed lightly on my knee. I flinched, but not enough to pull away. His fingers rested there--warm, firm, possessive. Slowly, they began to trace small circles on the sheer fabric of my tights.
The device gave another pulse. I shifted, trying to disguise the twitch in my hips and hide the shiver of pleasure I felt.
"I've seen girls like you come and go," he said. "Most burn out. Get greedy. Or stupid. But you? You've got something rare."
He leaned in--close enough I could smell his cologne, wood and smoke and something sharper.
His fingers slid higher, just above my knee.
"I think you're smart enough to know when you've caught a powerful man's eye."
I opened my mouth to speak--but what could I say? My mind was fogging. The alcohol made my limbs heavy. And the buzzing--god, the
buzzing
--was picking up even more now. A low thrum like a second heartbeat between my thighs.
I nodded instead. A tiny motion. Anything to stay polite. Safe.
"I'm very flattered, sir."
He chuckled again, but this time there was something darker beneath it.
"I don't want flattery, Reni. I want
honesty
."
His hand slid up further. Fingers pressing into my thigh, just shy of the point where I'd have to stop him. But I couldn't move. The heat between my legs, the press of the toy, the fog in my head--it all made me
slow.
Then his finger was at my chin. Lifting it gently, firmly. I was staring into his eyes, wide and dark and patient.
"I could make you very comfortable," he said softly. "Take care of you. Like I take care of her."
Miyu.
Something in my chest clenched.
"I..."
The word caught in my throat. My legs squeezed together again, instinctively, as the device inside me thrummed higher. Almost constant now. Not enough to finish me--but enough to fog my thoughts, set fire under my skin. Edging me over and over.
"You want that, don't you?" he murmured. "To be looked after?"
I shook my head, then nodded. I didn't even know what I was saying anymore.
His thumb grazed my lip, pulling it back then letting it bounce as his grasp slipped.
"I think you do."
My body betrayed me--a small, helpless moan caught in my throat. My thighs shook. My breath stuttered.
No. I couldn't let him do this. Even though a part of me was staring to want it. No, I had to get out.
But the room was too quiet. The door behind me too heavy. His hand was on my thigh. My chest rose and fell with shallow gasps. The music played like some slow striptease in the background, mocking me.
My thighs taut and tense beneath the shimmer of my nylons, the scent of expensive whisky stinging the back of my throat as I tried to swallow another sip without coughing.
Okabe watched me with a steady, unreadable gaze, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch around my shoulders, the other swirling amber liquid in a heavy glass, taking a deep sip, before placing the glass down and moving his hand back to my thigh. I was minding it less and less.
The buzz stirred inside me again. The device -- the intensity was increasing. I moved my hand down to my lap, hoping to cover any sign of my now erect cock showing through the tight satin of my leotard.
My mind was a fug of arousal mixed with the heady strength of the whisky. The device normally buzzed a few times in an hour. There'd always been a limit on how much you could get buzzed, but it had been constant these last ten minutes, its intensity slowly increasing, edging me to new levels. The customers couldn't do this. He had to be controlling it.
My thighs pressed together on instinct, as though that could stop the slow surge of heat spiraling up from my core.
He was now closer to my face, his breath hot on my ear. I could smell him, the cologne, the whisky. It was... interesting. Not unpleasant.
"I think we could make you the star of the show," Okabe went on. "You are the most requested girl now, I hear. Even better than Miyu. But Miyu knows how to play the game. Do you?"
I didn't know what to say to that, so I sipped again, the alcohol burning hotter this time. My head felt hazy -- from the drink, the device, the way his gaze held mine like a hand to the throat. Not violent. Just... deliberate.
He shifted closer still. His knee touched mine. "You have something rare. Not just beauty. Hunger."
"I... just want to do a good job," I murmured, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. But he was right. There
was
a hunger. For safety. For control. For Miyu. For him?
His hand moved further up my leg again, large and warm. I didn't flinch -- couldn't. I just breathed, deep and slow, like I was still on stage and this was just another role. He leaned in slightly, his fingers tracing slow, idle circles higher on my thigh. My own arousal was getting harder to contain. My nerves on edge. I tried my best not to shake, to not show the quiver in my voice when I spoke. God I couldn't take much more of this.
"Are you afraid of me, Reni?"
My heart thudded. "A little," I said honestly.
He smiled at that -- a sharp, slow curve of his lips. "Good. Fear keeps things honest. But don't worry... I won't hurt you. Not unless you want me to."
Another strong pulse from the device and I gasped -- barely, but enough. His hand stilled, then slid just a touch further. I looked at him then -- really looked -- and felt something twist. He
was
handsome. Not just in a physical sense, though that was undeniable. There was power in him, absolute and terrifying. But part of me wanted to succumb, to my desire, to submit to him.
I shifted slightly, letting my thigh press into his, opening my legs a crack. My hand brushed his forearm as I reached for my drink again, letting my fingers linger. I let my lips part just a little as I sipped, letting the heat of the liquor gloss my mouth. The buzzing driving me wild inside. My skin was glowing and my mouth felt dry, despite the drink.
His eyes dropped to my lips. The device buzzed hard again, and this time I moaned, softly, like I'd tried to swallow it and failed.
Maybe I had.
"I see," he murmured, voice lower now, coaxing. "So, you
do
enjoy it. This game."
His hand slide up further, off my thigh, his fingertips brushing the very tip of my erect penis through the satin of my leotard as he moved his hand up towards my face. I struggled down a gasp. I could feel a dampness as I leaked a small amount of pre-cum to his touch.
I turned toward him slowly. My breath was shaky, but my smile was deliberate. "I enjoy a lot of things," I said. "When the company's right."
His hand moved back to my jaw then, gentle but commanding, a thumb brushing just below my lip. My eyes fluttered half-shut as I leaned into his touch -- not because I wanted to, but because I
had
to make this work. That's what I told myself.
As he teased at my lips with his thumb, I parted them slowly, the buzzing inside of me driving me further to the edge, I could feel the beginning of an orgasm building, and then it would fade. I couldn't hide the shakes as my nerves and the feelings started to get the better of me. I was losing control.
He pushed his thumb into my lips, without thinking, I suckled on it, lapping at it with my tongue, my lips closed tight around it while I tasted him. Our eyes locked together.
As he pulled it out, my lips smacked together, glossy with my own saliva. Then he leant in and he kissed me, I didn't pull away.
I kissed him back -- slow and deep. The device surged again, and my body betrayed me with a shiver of pleasure and another deep moan.
This wasn't surrender. It was strategy. That's what I told myself as I felt his hand move down my chest and stroke my cock again, feeling the sensation of the satin of my bunny girl leotard against my sensitive glans, sending electric shocks pulsing through my body.
I moaned as he kissed me deeper. I could feel dampness on my stomach, my cock leaking even more.
I felt his other hand move from my shoulder and onto my neck, his fingers wrapping themselves around and squeezing gently at first, but soon with greater power. His other hand was now stroking my cock. I was so close to an orgasm.
Then, suddenly, his hand moved fast, grabbing my balls tight, making me yelp in pain as his other hand wrapped around my neck, holding me tight, making it hard to breathe. Showing me exactly who was in charge.
"Now." he spat "I want you to be a good little slut and do as I say. I heard you were straight boy, hard to believe looking at you know. Time I turned you into a proper sissy whore. My whore in fact."
Roughly, he pushed me down to the floor as I gasped for breath. I had to think fast. I had to keep my control. Get out of here in one piece, despite the cost. Do what I had to.
I moved onto my knees with a grace I hadn't known I possessed. The plush carpet beneath me was soft, thick like velvet, muffling the tremble in my limbs. I looked up at him through my lashes -- the practiced, doll-eyed gaze I used for clients -- but this time it felt real. There was fear in it, yes, but something else now. Heat. Curiosity. A strange thrill. A desire to be a girl for this man.
Okabe sat back, watching me with a small, satisfied smile. He knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
The device between my legs buzzed hard again, firmer now, pulsing in waves. I gasped before I could stop myself, a soft, wanton sound that made his eyes narrow like a man admiring his handiwork.
"I knew you'd be special," he said, his voice low, like warm smoke. "There's something about you... not just the body, though it is exquisite. It's the way you try to hide how much you like this. How this is what you are meant to be."
I blushed -- deeply, hopelessly -- but I didn't look away. I hated that he knew my truth. I let my hands rest on his knees, fingers trembling slightly. "You're... very confident," I said, voice breathy. "Is that how you get all the girls?" Sounding braver than I felt.
He laughed. Not kindly. "No, little bunny. Most of them don't need convincing. And those who do..." His hand brushed under my chin again, lifting my gaze to his. "Learn quickly."
That touch lit something electric along my skin. It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't cruel. It was possession. He didn't need to hurt me to make me submit. He was letting me choose to fall -- and I was falling. My body wasn't mine anymore; it was heat and silk and rising desperation.
I leaned forward, pressing a kiss just above his knee, letting my lips linger. I heard the sharp inhale he tried to hide. The game was shifting. I was afraid -- still deeply, bodily afraid -- but I was also starting to feel powerful in a different way. If I could keep his interest, I might be safe.
My hands slid up the inside of his thighs, teasing. Measured. Just enough to make him think I was teasing myself as much as him. I was.
He didn't stop me.
Slowly I undid his trousers. He helped me slip them down his legs. Below he wore black silk underpants, I could see the shape of his stiff cock in the folds of the material. Slowly I reached forward, letting my own arousal make me do something I'd never of dreamed of doing.
My fingers brushed open the buttons of his shirt. As the fabric parted, I froze. A tattoo--coiled and dark--curled across his chest, inked into his skin with the precision of pain. A black wolf, mid-snarl, its fangs bared and eyes glinting with rage, stretched from his ribs across his heart. Behind it, petals of cherry blossom drifted in black and red, like drops of blood on snow.
I recognised it immediately. Not just the design, but what it meant. The work was unmistakable--irezumi done by hand, the kind only the old masters and the old families still commissioned. It wasn't just art. It was a signature.
Yakuza.
My fingers trembled slightly. He didn't notice.
I pulled open the front of his silk underwear and let his cock spring free. For a moment I gasped. It was much large than mine, certainly larger than Miyu's. Whereas hers had been soft and smooth, this was angry, full of veins with a pulsing red head like a samurai helmet. I hesitated, before the sudden thrum of the device in my ass made me surge forward.
I looked up at him as my head leaned in, looking at the cruel satisfied grin play across his face, having got me where he wanted me. Having won.
"Hmmm good little bunny. But let's see you try a bit harder."
What was I doing?
On my knees before this man -- this monster -- with his whisky-bitter breath and knowing eyes. His angry cock inches from my mouth while I was dressed as a slut in heels with bunny ears and a stupid tail. A few weeks ago, I would've laughed at the thought.
A straight boy in eyeliner and skirts, sure, but still a boy. Still someone who only ever dreamed of soft girls and tender kisses. Someone who blushed at the idea of a man even looking at him that way. And yet here I was. What else could I do? And why was I enjoying it more than I let myself admit? Why did I want to give in so badly, to taste him?
My hands parting his legs like it was the most natural thing in the world. My body aching, betraying me with every pulse of that damn toy still buzzing inside me. My lips brushing his skin. I was turned on -- shamefully, confusingly aroused -- and it made my face burn.
I started with his balls, teasing them with my tongue while I looked up to him, my nose touching the stem of his cock as I inhaled his strong manly scent, so different from Miyu's delicacy and fragrance. So much muskier and saltier and powerful. Manly. Dangerous.
I slipped my tongue up the shaft, kissing now and then, worshipping his meat. Finally when I reached the top I gave him one last look. Inside my head I whispered to myself 'are you going to to do this?' before plunging my mouth down over the head, my lips wrapping around the top of his cock, stretching my mouth wide to accommodate him. No way back.
How was I doing these things? Was it fear? The alcohol? The device? Or was it really just me?
I hated him. I hated the way he smiled like he owned me already. I hated his calmness, the confidence that told me I wouldn't -- couldn't -- say no. And I hated the way my body responded anyway. That undercurrent of thrill, the surrender that was starting to feel... good.
Miyu would understand, wouldn't she? She knew what it meant to be powerless. To be bought. She'd endured so much worse. If this was the price of her freedom, I'd pay it.
But would I understand? Submitting myself to this man was so different from what I'd shared with Miyu. Could I look at myself in the mirror tomorrow morning when I was just Ren?
But part of me -- some filthy, trembling part of me -- wanted to keep going for myself. Enjoyed pleasuring this beast. It liked the fact I feared him, his size, his power over me. I revelled in being submissive to him. And that, that was the worst part.
Was I using my body to protect the girl I loved... or using her as an excuse to give in to something dark and new and dangerously tempting?
I didn't know anymore. I just knew I was on fire -- with shame, with need, with the heavy, terrifying weight of being seen and desired by a man I should've feared more than anything.
Before I knew it my head was bobbing up and down on his shaft, my lips smacking over his foreskin, taking ever more of him into my throat. Saliva running down my chin. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, jerking as I pleasured him. Alive inside of me. And oddly I took pride in it.
I glanced to my right to see this sexy bunny girl on her knees, her leotard pulled high over her hips, her long legs encased in black glossy nylon, the small, silly puffball bunny tail sticking out of her cute, pert backside, patent heels glistening in the half light, her ears flicking back and forward as she bobbed up and down on this man's cock. Damn she looked so sexy, so submissive, so wanton and desperate to please.
"Oh god, oh you whore. Oh that feels so good, you dirty little cocksucker."
The words should have offended me, not long ago would have been an insult, but now they drove me further as I slid his cock deeper into my throat, gagging on it as I struggled to breath. I was eager to be his willing whore. I wanted to fill my mouth with cock.
Then I felt the device buzz again--much higher and far more intense than before--it was like lightning under my skin. My breath caught. It was too much. My thighs tensed. I fell back off of his crotch, my hands gripping onto his thighs as a wave of pleasure pulsed through me making me writhe in front of him like a fish on a hook. My cock strained, pressing against the constrictive layers of nylon and satin.
I moved my ass, trying to rid myself of it, and enjoying it at the same time.
"Ohhhhh! Oh my god!! Oh fuckkkkkk!!"
"Come on little bunny, don't be shy. Let's see that little cocklet. I'll let you bring yourself off. Put on a show for uncle Okabe"
I didn't need a second invitation, falling back on my haunches, my hand shooting under my leotard, into my pantyhose like some wld animal.
I pulled the gusset to one side and tore at my tights, freeing my penis. I was desperate for release. My mouth was open, drool dripping from my swollen lips fresh from sucking at this man's fat cock, his taste still heavy on my tongue.
I started to stroke my cock, grinding my ass on the floor as the plug in my ass pulsed and pulsed and shook in all different patterns, driving me to the edge and back down again.
My thoughts became filthier and filthier. I thought about how I was dressed, my free hand roaming over my body, feeling the material of my outfit, reminding myself of the sexy whore I'd become. I thought of this man taking me, making me his, of worshiping his cock and doing his bidding while all the men in the club watched, jeering at me as I made a cock slut of myself.
Okabe's eyes burned through me, and I burned right back. I was
sweating
--aching, desperate, trembling with need. Every nerve in my body screamed yes, yes I want to be fucked. I didn't care who he was, didn't care what he'd done. I wanted him.
God
, I wanted him. The mask had slipped, the boy was gone, and all that was left was this--
me
, hot and helpless, dripping in sweat, satin and lust, craving a man I was supposed to fear, to be disgusted by. No more pretending. No more shame. Just the wicked thrill of being seen, of being desired--and the raw, shameless hunger to be
taken
. Taken by a man and made a girl.
My hand stroked my penis ever more furiously, my breath faster and faster. Then, in no time, I suddenly exploded, jerking my hips wildly, wailing as my cum spurted out onto the carpet. I finally achieved the release I'd been so close to, then denied, edged over and over again. My back arched as I let out a primal noise, a scream, a groan, a cry, all mixed into one.
The wave of pleasure surged through me, hot and shimmering, curling like smoke through my limbs. I let it carry me as I shook and shivered, eyes fluttering shut, letting the moment bloom--sweet, dizzying, and utterly mine.
I rested back on my heels, my eyes closed as I panted, my cock still leaking cum, but already softening. My mind slowly coming back into focus as my body cooled and the pleasure receded.
Then the guilt started to creep in.
The image of myself--on my knees, needy, open, begging for a man--curled in my gut like something sour. What had felt so right in the moment now felt exposed and filthy. I could still taste him in my mouth. The shame crawled up my spine, slow and prickling, whispering that I'd crossed a line I couldn't uncross. I wasn't just pretending anymore. I wanted it. And that truth--undeniable now--scared me more than anything.
Okabe loomed over me, his smile a slow, wicked curl that made my blood run cold. Then his hand closed around my throat--rough, possessive, terrifying. I gasped, choking on fear as much as air. My arms flailed, fists striking uselessly against his solid frame. But worse than the panic was the shame--because part of me knew I'd led him here. Let him see something in me I hadn't meant to share.
He leaned forward and whispered close to my face "Turn around bunny and bend over. Time for me to have my fun now."
Oh god. Oh shit. I knew what this meant. Something I wanted a desperately just moment ago, but now, now the flush of my orgasm was receding, it seemed an awful, disgusting punishment. But he was in charge, I had no defence, no means of escape.
I whimpered, desperately holding back tears as I turned to the large blank video screen. In it I could see myself, see my panic as Okabe positioned himself behind me. My mind a mess, my only defence was to obey.
In front of the screen was a metal bar, mainly to stop clients who were a little drunk crashing into the TV above. I held on to it for dear life as I bent over and presented myself to Okabe.
The heat of my earlier arousal had now totally vanished, leaving only the clammy chill of fear and the slow, creeping sting of shame. The bastard had done this on purpose. He wanted me to feel this, not enjoy it. To show me where I belonged and just what my own feelings meant to him.
I gasped loudly as I felt a rip as my leotard and tights were torn away. I groaned as he pulled at the toy inside of my butt, teasing it out of my ass leaving me exposed.
I'd never felt so vulnerable. My sweat had cooled so much I started to shiver. The tears I'd tried to hold back started to flow.
Then I felt it, the hot skin of his cock pressing against my bare cheeks. I gripped the chrome bar tighter and held my breath, trying to be brave. When I felt him push in and I held back a scream.
I could feel my skin stretch, the hot sharp ache as my ass was stretched so far I felt like I might tear. Like my body was being split apart.
"Hmm that's it baby girl, Uncle Okabe is inside you. Doesn't that feel right?"
I managed to sob a 'yes' as the pain slowly intensified as he pushed into me relentlessly.
I arched my back some more and opened my legs wider, hoping to ease the pain.
Finally I felt an ever-sharper pain before something shifted inisde, he was finally in. He paused. Then, just as I recovered a mite, gathering my breath, he lunged forward. This time there was no stifling the pain I felt as I let out a scream, the pain and heat pulsing through my body as he ripped me in two.
Deeper and deeper he stretched me until, just when I felt I couldn't take any more, he was all the way inside of me, his hairy legs press against my smooth flesh, now shaking uncontrollably.
My sobs were flowing as he violated me. I begged him to stop. My knuckles white from gripping the metal bar as he continued regardless of my suffering.
"Hmm, doesn't that feel good now baby girl? I wonder, were you a virgin? I think perhaps yes given how much you squealed. Now you are a true sissy slut. No more playing dress up, this is real. You're my bitch now."
I couldn't help but feel I deserved this. I'd dressed so provocatively, I'd enjoyed sucking his cock, then made a complete display of myself. How could I have behaved so stupidly to a man as dangerous as Okabe? What did I think was going to happen. The thoughts got blurred and darker and my tears ran freely and my self hate grew. I was trash. Dirt. Miyu deserved better and I deserved this.
Okabe continued to pound me. My tears dried as I just took it. Let him use me. That's all I'm good for.
"Hmmm my little flower, I think we need some entertainment to really make the moment special and sexy. Hey, play my favorite sexy video for us to enjoy."
The voice command triggered something in the room, and the TV in front of me flickered into life. On the screen was a frightened girl in a school uniform outfit. The pleated skirt was way too short, showing off her white socks and the edge of her panties. She was surrounded by men in suits. Three of them. Not businessmen, men like Okabe. Gangsters.
As my eyes started to focus and I realised who the girl was. It was Myui. My Miyu.
I felt him grab my hair and move my head as I tried to turn away. "Make sure you watch now my little slut; it's a good show. My favorite."
I watched in horror as the men took it in turns with Myui, tearing at her clothes, spitting at her. Treating her like dirt before they started to fuck her roughly.
Before my shock had recovered Okabe started thrusting harder, slapping into me, knocking the wind out of me as I felt his cock ram deep inside of me. I gripped the bar tighter, feeling cold sweat down my back, my knees close to buckling as he slammed into me again and again. I could feel my body breaking.
I turned away again, unable to watch any more, only to feel a sharp pain on my ass as Okabe slapped me hard.
"Watch your friend have her fun little bitch, or I'll do the same to you."
I had no idea when this video had been taken. Was it live? Was this happening right now? My own selfish concern for my fate wained as I worried for her. Was this my fault?
Then, not a moment too soon, I felt Okabe tense. There was one more hard, final thrust, lifting my feet off the floor, followed by a warm sensation inside of me. He'd finally cum. Cum inside of me.
He slid out and I started to crumple to the floor, my legs unable to hold me up any longer, sobbing uncontrollably to the sounds of my love suffering that were playing over the speaker.
He'd only fucked me for a minute or so, but it felt like a lifetime. Each second had been agony. I knew this would forever be scarred on my memory. I closed my eyes and rolled myself up into a ball, hugging my legs, trying to deal with the pain.
When I finally looked up, Okabe was already gone. His needs satisfied.
I needed to get out. Fast. Away from the noises coming from the screen. Away from this room.
Snatching up what was left of my things, I slipped out of the booth, praying I could make it back to the changing room unnoticed. I winced as I walked, feeling the soreness of my backside crying out in protest to my every step, a wetness dripping down my legs. My uniform was shredded--ripped wide-open --leaving me horribly exposed to anyone who looked twice.
Luck was on my side. Most eyes in the main room of the club were fixed on a drunk businessman belting out a painfully off-key rendition of 'I Will Survive'.
Almost everyone's.
Aiko was waiting.
She took one look--my smeared makeup, crooked wig and torn leotard barely clinging on--and smiled like a cat at a dying bird.
"Well," she purred. "Not such a golden girl now, are we?"
I pushed past her, refusing to let the tears come until I was safe behind the dressing room door.
My fingers trembled as I pulled out my clothes out of my locker and fumbled for my phone. I had to check that what I'd seen on the tv screen wasn't happening now. That my love wasn't in danger.
Reni:
Miyu, are you okay? Please--text me back. Call me. Anything.
I stared at the screen, heart hammering. For a moment, nothing. Then--
The typing dots.
I exhaled, chest loosening with relief.
Miyu:
Hello my love. Are you okay?
I nearly sobbed with gratitude. The video was old--not live. It didn't make it better, my poor love had suffered that not so long ago, but at least she was safe now.
Reni:
I need to see you. Can you come to the club? It's urgent.
Miyu:
Of course. I'll be there right away.
I stripped off my torn outfit and stood under the shower, letting the water scald my skin, as if it could wash away what had just happened.
But it couldn't.
Not even close.
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Chapter Seven: Seduce. Betray. Survive.
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Miyu didn't ask questions when she arrived. One look at me was all she needed to understand.
She just wrapped an arm around me like I was something fragile, already cracked and threatening to break apart. Her hold was steady but light, like she knew too much pressure would finish the job Okabe had started.
She guided me gently to the waiting taxi. I didn't remember walking, only the strange weightless feeling in my limbs. Everything hurt in places I didn't want to think about. Not just my body -- my skin, my voice, my sense of self -- all of it felt bruised and scraped raw.
We slid into the back seat. The cab smelled faintly of cherry blossom and air conditioning, the kind of clean, artificial comfort that made me want to disappear. Outside, Tokyo blurred in cold streaks of neon.
Miyu didn't speak. She just reached for my hand, her fingers lacing through mine. I hadn't even realised I was trembling until her grip steadied me.
"Home?" the driver asked softly, glancing at us through the mirror.
"Yes," she answered for me. "We'll give directions."
I leaned against the window; cheek pressed to the cool glass. The city flashed past, indifferent to the fact that I felt hollowed out from the inside. Like someone had scooped me out and left just enough to walk and breathe and shake.
I whispered, barely audible, "It was him."
Miyu didn't ask who. She didn't need to. Her hand tightened around mine.
"He knew about me. About us. Or he guessed. Maybe it was just a game to him -- a punishment." I blinked back the burn behind my eyes. "He didn't say much. He didn't have to."
The words stuck, thick and sour in my throat. I couldn't bring myself to say what had happened. I coulnt bear to tell her at one point I'd wanted it. Not yet.
Still, Miyu's breath caught, her posture tightening just slightly beside me -- rage disguised in silence.
When we got to my place, she paid the driver and helped me inside. I moved like I was sleepwalking, and maybe I was. Once the door shut behind us, I collapsed onto the sofa, curling in on myself.
Miyu disappeared into the kitchen for a moment. When she came back, she had a glass of water and a warm damp cloth. She didn't speak as she knelt in front of me and gently wiped my face -- the smudged makeup, the dried tears, the smear of Okabe's world. Her hands trembled just once.
And then she just... held me.
For the next few hours, she didn't leave. She stayed, curled beside me on the sofa, a blanket around us both. She made tea. She cleaned me up. Helped me undress, gently, without judgment. She ran a bath and sat outside the door in case I needed her.
And I did. I needed her more than I'd ever needed anyone.
We didn't speak much that night. But in the hush between the ticking of the kitchen clock and the distant hum of city traffic, something in me began to knit back together.
She never asked for details. But I knew she knew. And I think she hated herself for it -- for being part of a place that allowed it, even if she had no choice. For not warning me enough. For not protecting me from a man she knew was a monster. For loving me when she knew the risk.
The next morning, she made breakfast. I didn't eat much, but she sat beside me the whole time, and that was enough.
Later that day, when I woke from a long, dreamless nap, I found the apartment clean, a note by my bed:
"I'll be back after work. Rest. Please. Love, M."
That evening, I woke to her brushing my hair gently out of my face, a cup of warm yuzu soda on the table beside me. Soft, citrus-sweet, something comforting from childhood summers I barely remembered.
"You need more time my love, time to recover," she said, voice soft. "I've told the boss you're sick. He won't ask questions. I'll cover your tables."
My heart clenched. "Won't that put you at risk?"
"I've handled worse," she said. "And I'm not leaving you alone. We'll deal with everything else later."
I wanted to protest but couldn't. The truth was, I needed her more than I wanted to admit.
Each day, before her shift, she'd sit beside me, and we'd talk. Not always about what had happened. Sometimes about nothing. Sometimes just music or the weather or the ridiculous wigs we saw on Instagram.
After a week the worst of the pain had passed. Not entirely -- the memory still lingered in the corners of my mind, as did the guilt-- but Miyu had been my shelter. Gentle, patient, never pushing. She held me when I needed holding, fed me when I forgot to eat, made me laugh again in stolen moments between the shadows. Her tenderness had wrapped around me like silk, and slowly, I was starting to feel like me again. Maybe even stronger than before.
I'd begun to think about the Velvet Rabbit. About returning. I had to go back, for both our sakes. And despite the horror of that night, I missed the way I felt on that stage, in that suit, in that skin. I missed being ReniRose, owning the room with nothing but a look and a sway of my hips. And though fear still curled in my stomach like smoke, I knew hiding wouldn't keep us safe forever.
And if I stayed away too long, he'd start asking questions. If he hadn't already.
But I couldn't shake the thought that maybe... maybe I could reclaim it. Not for him. For me. For us.
We were curled up on the sofa like most nights, my legs draped across hers. Miyu looked out the window as we sat in silence listening to the rain on the window.
Finally, Miyu spoke, her voice quiet but determined, "He did this because of me Reni. Because he knew we were close. He wanted to punish you. And make me watch.
I didn't respond right away. Just reached for her hand and held it tight.
"Miyu I should have seen it coming."
"I should have protected you," she said, bitter and soft.
"You did," I said. "You have. You were the only one who did."
She looked at me, eyes glassy but blazing. "We can't let him keep doing this. Not to you. Not to anyone."
I tried to smile, but it came out crooked and tired. What could we do? We were just two small people in his world -- fragile and disposable. He was a predator, a wolf in a tailored suit, a killer without conscience or consequence.
I could take Miyu, run far from Tokyo, back to America where no one knew our names. I'd dreamed of it -- quiet streets, a second-hand car, some tiny bar we'd run together, laughing behind the counter.
But even in the fantasy, I felt the shadow. He'd find us. Eventually. And when he did, he'd make sure we knew just how small we'd always been.
We wouldn't be safe. We wouldn't be free.
For a moment there was a silence between us. I could still see the anger in Miyu's eyes as she stared out at the rainy city beyond the window. I didn't want to imagine all the things that Okabe had put her through to make someone normally so light, so full of joy and happiness feel like that.
"Okabe's slipping." Miyu suddenly said.
I turned toward her. "What do you mean?"
She didn't meet my eyes. "He's getting reckless. Paranoid. He was always dangerous, but now... he's careless. Drinking too much, doing drugs, getting fat and too comfortable in his position. He's started hiding things. Moving money. He doesn't trust anyone. But he's not good at it. His rank keeps him from too much scrutiny."
"Isn't that normal for him?"
She shook her head. "The Yakuza don't tolerate sloppiness. And they definitely don't forgive betrayal. If someone--if the right person--saw what he was doing..."
She trailed off, but I felt the spark in her words. The space between them.
"Miyu..." I sat up slowly. "What are you saying?"
She took a long breath, then said it: "I've been in his office, remember? I've seen things. Not everything, but... I've got a few files. And maybe more if I can access the rest. He's terrible with computers -- barely knows how to send an email. Deep down he's just a street thug. He's had me move things around for him before, thinking I was too stupid or too scared to understand what I was looking at. But I do. I've seen the accounts. He's skimming. Hiding money. He thinks no one notices, but I do."
I stared at her, fear rising sharp and cold. I started to realise what she was suggesting.
"Miyu, what are you thinking? This sounds dangerous. You can't go back in there and..."
"I already have," she said, softly. "When I said I was covering your shifts, I meant it. But I managed to sneak into the office. Everyone knows I'm loyal to Okabe. But I've been careful. Discreet. I didn't download anything yet -- I just flagged the stuff that matters. Embezzlement. Laundering. Transfers he didn't report. Things the bosses would want to know."
My mouth went dry. "Miyu, if he finds out--"
"He won't," she said, but her voice cracked just slightly. "He won't. Because we're going to be smart. We're going to be quiet. And we're going to find a way out. One that keeps our hands clean."
"And me?"
She looked up at me, her eyes full of something fierce and bright. "You're part of this now. And I'm sorry for that. But I need you. Need you to do something I can't. Something that might be difficult, but it has to be done."
I swallowed hard, eyes locking with hers. She was the fragile blossom in the storm -- I should be the one shielding her, not the other way around.
But I couldn't see another way, and I was determined to be there for my love, whatever she wanted.
"Tell me what I need to do."
Her fingers found mine. "We need to get this to someone, another gang member. Someone specific who would love to get rid of Okabe. He knows me, but he won't suspect you. Not if you play the part, dress up right and put on an act. Tease him the right way. If we make him think you're just some pretty thing, dumb and sweet, maybe even smitten with him..."
My stomach turned. "You want me to seduce him?"
She winced. "We need to get into his apartment and plant this or he won't believe it. It needs to look like another Yakuza placed it there. And I can't think of another way or anyone more seductive."
I was quiet for a long time. Then: "I'm scared."
"I am too," she said. "More than I'm showing. And if I could do it I would, you mean the world to me. But if we don't do this, we'll never be free."
I looked down at our joined hands, both of us shaking, then up into her eyes. "Then let's burn the whole fucking thing down."
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I slid into the back of the taxi, heart pounding as the city lights painted streaks of gold and neon across the glass. This was uncharted ground -- Reni was stepping out into the world for the first time beyond the safety of my flat and the Velvet Rabbit. No mask to take off later. No quick change back to someone safer. No Ren. Just me. Dressed to seduce a dangerous man, armed with a lie that could get him killed -- and us, if I failed.
My palms were damp. My chest tight. Every bump in the road jostled my nerves a little higher. I wasn't wearing a costume tonight. I wasn't hiding behind a stage name or a camera lens. This was real. I was real.
And I was terrified.
But beneath the fear, something else stirred -- a pulse of purpose. A need to see this through. For Miyu. For me. For the chance at a life beyond fear.
I had my armour on, ready for battle.
My long sandy blonde hair, cut in a tomboyish, effortless style, had been gently tamed by Miyu's skilled hands. Loose waves framed my face softly, giving me a look that was feminine but far from flashy. No pink wig tonight -- just me, subtly alluring, a quiet invitation without shouting for attention.
I was wearing a sleek designer dress I'd spent a healthy chunk of tips on -- midnight blue, made of smooth silk that shimmered faintly under the city lights. The fabric hugged my body in all the right places without clinging too tight, falling just above mid-thigh in a cut that was elegant, not desperate. The neckline was modest--a subtle sweetheart shape--but it hinted at the delicate lace of the bra beneath. The dress straps were thin, almost delicate, tracing my shoulders and collarbones with quiet grace.
Beneath it all, my lingerie was carefully chosen. A black lace bra, slightly padded to give me a small amount of shape with scalloped edges that kissed my skin, and matching briefs that sat low, invisible under the dress. My favorite garter belt held up sheer black stockings, the tops just barely visible when I moved--a hint of classic sensuality.
The stockings themselves were the ones I'd worn the first time I made love to Myui, my good luck charm for the evening. Cervin of Paris, with a seam up the leg, silky smooth with a subtle oily sheen, the kind that made my legs feel like they belonged to someone else--someone confident, desired.
My black patent leather heels clicked softly as I shifted in the taxi seat, the height making me feel both powerful and fragile. I wasn't used to this world--the polished elegance, the sleek facades--and yet, here I was, trying to blend in, trying to sell the illusion that I was just another woman in this city's endless game.
I had to look expensive. To look like I belonged to someone rich and careless.
The taxi slowed, pulling up outside the bar where my target waited. I took a deep breath, fingers trembling slightly as I prepared to step into the lion's den. The whole world seemed to be watching, but I had one mission: get close, plant the evidence, and survive.
Could I really do this? Step out into the world as
her
-- not on a stage, not in a booth, but for real -- and seduce a man? Let him look at me like that, want me like that? It should have filled me with disgust. But it didn't.
That was the part I couldn't admit. Not even to Miyu.
As brutal as Okabe had been... there were moments -- flashes -- that I
felt
something. Shameful, confusing, but real. Something deep inside me had stirred beneath him. Not love. Not even lust. But the thrill of being wanted... of being feminine... of giving pleasure to a man. Of surrendering, in a way I'd never imagined before the Velvet Rabbit took me in and undressed me in more ways than one.
That truth clung to me like silk and static, impossible to shake. And now, with Takeda just ahead -- another man, another danger -- fear twisted in my gut. But alongside it, something else fluttered.
Desire
I wanted to feel it again.
My heart pounded so hard I thought it might betray me as I opened the taxi door, every step toward the bar feeling heavier -- like the eyes of the whole city were burning into my back, ready to expose me as a fraud, a secret, a mistake.
The taxi pulled away behind me, its red taillights glowing like distant warning beacons in the darkening city. I stood on the pavement, every nerve in my body singing with tension. Myui had told me I looked perfect. I didn't feel it now. Not out here. Not in the real world.
I reached into my coat pocket, found the cool edge of the lipstick tube, and touched it to my lips one last time. Then I stepped forward, across the threshold and into the bar.
Warmth hit me instantly -- a low, expensive warmth. Dark wood, leather booths, low lighting, the quiet hum of moneyed conversation. A man in uniform met me just inside the door and held out a hand for my coat. I let him slide it off my shoulders, aware of the shiver I couldn't quite suppress as the cool air kissed my bare skin beneath the dress.
And then came the stares.
Faces turned toward me. Men mostly. One or two women with sharp eyes and half-drunk smiles. The kind of silence that wasn't silence -- just an atmospheric shift, subtle, charged. I felt it in the prickling at the base of my neck.
I forced my posture to stay straight, my walk smooth. The soft
click... click...
of my heels across the polished floor echoed louder than I wanted it to. I imagined every man in the room listening to the sound. Imagined them undressing me with their eyes. Imagined one of them --
him
-- seeing through it all.
I wore confidence like perfume: carefully applied, meant to linger.
My stockings shimmered faintly under the ambient light, sheer with a faint back seam, anchored to a garter belt that moved with every subtle sway of my hips. I could feel them with every step -- the slide of nylon, the tautness of the elastic. A constant reminder that I was putting on a show.
Not a whore. Not tonight. I needed to look like a glamorous trophy wife. And a trophy for someone else, someone specific.
I needed to be a vision.
Takeda was just as powerful and as dangerous as Okabe. But Miyu knew he had a weakness. A weakness I intended to exploit. Takeda had a thing for married women. It gave him a thrill... slipping in where someone else was meant to belong. The excitement of a stolen moment, the simplicity of something unspoken. No strings. No messy emotions. Just desire, played out in quiet secrecy. The thrill of stealing from someone else still strong with this street thug.
So that's who I had to be. A glamorous wife, stood up by her husband -- elegant, just a little lonely.
I smoothed my skirt with one hand before sitting at the bar, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate grace. I placed my small handbag on the counter, ordered a whisky -- neat -- and glanced around the room as the bartender poured.
I saw him before he saw me.
Mr. Takeda. Late thirties. Handsome in that dangerous way -- like a boxer in a designer suit. Not pretty, but sculpted. A strong jaw softened by just enough stubble to make him look human, tired maybe, but sharp. Sharp eyes. A little longer hair than the typical businessman, swept back like he didn't give a damn but still paid someone good money to make it look that way.
Beneath the sharp navy suit and polished manners, the truth clung to his skin. Just visible above his collar, the edge of a tattoo peeked out -- subtle, but unmistakable. A mark of who he really was. A killer in silk and steel.
He looked like the kind of man who tipped big -- but only if he liked you.
And tonight, I needed him to like me.
I flicked my eyes away before he could catch them lingering, pulled my phone from my bag, and scrolled for effect. Looking distracted and impatient. Now I had to wait.
Every few moments, I sipped my drink, I looked toward the door. A woman waiting. A woman stood up. A woman getting increasingly frustrated with someone who wasn't there.
My hand moved to the ring on my left hand -- thin, gold, with a single diamond. It glittered in the bar light as I turned it around my finger. A wedding band. The trap.
In the reflection of the chrome of the bar I saw him move closer, only a stool away.
He was watching -- I could feel the weight of his gaze, subtle but hungry. The ring had done its job; Myui had gambled right. I shifted on the stool, slowly re-crossing my legs, the whisper of nylon against nylon deliberate, theatrical. A quiet performance, just for him.
Then came the voice, like velvet dragged over gravel:
"Waiting for your husband, then?"
I turned, pretending to be startled. He was closer than I expected, leaning casually on the bar like he'd always been there. His smile was practiced -- not too forward, not too shy. He knew how this went.
"Yes," I said softly, tucking a lock of sandy blonde hair behind my ear. "We have a date. But he's running late."
I let some irritation into my voice, looking away from Takeda, not looking too eager to get his attention. More lessons from Miyu.
"That's a shame," Takeda said. His eyes flicked down to my ring. "Does he know he left you all alone looking like
that
?"
I gave a light, almost embarrassed laugh, taking another sip of my drink to buy time. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks -- part performance, part nerves.
"He's just... busy, I guess."
I let the air hang heavy between us, like I wanted him to go but didn't want to be rude. My phone buzzed on cue.
Sorry, can't make it. Big meeting came up. Rain check?
-- from "Husband 💍"
I made a small, annoyed noise and lowered the phone like it had insulted me. Then I laughed bitterly, just loud enough for him to hear.
"He's not coming. Typical. Always work."
"You deserve better," he said, without missing a beat.
"Maybe," I replied.
He offered to buy me another drink. I hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. Let it begin.
As he waved for the bartender, I shifted slightly closer on the bar stool, the slit in my dress parting just enough to show the top of my stocking. I didn't
try
to be seductive -- I simply breathed, moved, existed. Trying to believe that Reni was enough.
This was the part that mattered now.
Draw him in. Get him talking. Get him drunk. Get him horny. Get him to take you to his private apartment. Then plant the drive that could bring down Okabe.
But as his eyes lingered on me, warm and hungry, I felt a shiver of something else. Power, maybe. Or fear.
Takeda was taking the bait like he'd rehearsed the role. I could feel his eyes lingering, reading every subtle line I shaped for him in posture and silence--the curve of my ankle as I crossed my legs again, the gentle press of nylon as my thighs slid together, silk on my body, the absent touch of my fingers adjusting the ring on my hand.
"A husband who lets his wife drink alone?" he said, sliding into the bar stool beside me with a knowing smirk. "That's practically criminal."
I offered a polite, almost amused smile. "He works late. Always something urgent with the company."
"And you? What's your excuse for being here, looking like that?"
"Do I need one?" I turned my head, met his eyes for a moment longer than necessary. My lashes dipped as I reached for my drink. "Yukari," I added, giving him the name Myui and I had decided on. Glamorous, respectable. A little expensive-sounding. "It's Yukari."
He introduced himself as Ryuji, offering no surname--just a smirk and the kind of voice that turned introductions into foreplay, like he expected every conversation to end with a yes.
"You don't drink much, Yukari," he noted after our second round, glancing at his own emptier glass.
"I like to remember the night," I said, swirling the amber liquid in mine, still nearly full. "And who I spent it with."
The conversation wound forward with practiced ease. He was charming, in a well-worn kind of way--sharp suit, rugged jaw, tie just a little loosened. A man who knew his own power and expected the world to yield to it. But I wasn't yielding. Not entirely. I was giving him just enough. A look. A smile. Letting the words fall like silk while I watched his glass drain faster than mine.
Somewhere between a joke about office politics and a compliment about my taste in perfume, his hand found the small of my back. Warm. Gentle. Testing.
I didn't flinch.
He took that for encouragement. His fingers trailed lightly down the line of my spine, then off again--absent, casual. Later, as I leaned forward to pick up my clutch, I felt his touch on my thigh.
A feathered graze, the edge of curiosity disguised as familiarity.
We talked some more, and his hand fell back down onto the top of my leg. This time not moving away, instead resting on me, feeling me. I smiled, but carried on the conversation. As I did, I felt his hand slowly and smoothly move along my thigh, until it reached under my edge of my skirt, touching the welts of my suspenders clasped onto the tops of my stockings.
I sipped my drink slowly, smiling. "You're bold."
"You're stunning," he countered. "Stockings like that should come with a warning."
I smiled, tilting my head just slightly. "They were for my husband. A rare indulgence."
"Oh?" His voice dipped a little lower. "And does he... appreciate them?"
I let my eyes flick down to his hand--now resting just at the hem of my skirt, thumb grazing the deep blue silk.
"Some nights more than others," I murmured. "Sometimes I think he forgets just what I'm willing to do... when I'm in the mood."
His breath caught slightly. "A damn shame. And what were you willing to do tonight?"
I sighed, I could see his eyes focus on my mouth as I spoke.
"A special treat," I continued "something he doesn't often get. Something where I use these lips for more than kissing. And I'm a very good kisser".
I saw Takeda shuffle slightly, re-arranging himself, at that last line.
"Pardon me, but this man is a fool to pass up on such pleasures."
"Maybe," I said, letting my voice grow softer, more intimate. "Maybe someone else should enjoy the effort."
He leaned in, his lips near my ear. "I live across the street."
I pulled out my phone and began typing.
He looked over, amused. "Texting your husband?"
I glanced up through my lashes. "Out with some old friends. Don't wait up."
Takeda laughed--a low, delighted sound--and offered me his arm. I took it, letting my fingers trail lightly along his sleeve.
As we stepped into the night, I felt the click of my heels on the pavement like the beat of a drum. This wasn't a game. The danger was real, but so was the power and my excitement. And this time, I wasn't the prey. Not tonight. Tonight, I wanted it.
------
Our plan was to just get into the room, make an excuse and slip out. But I found myself wanting more. That desire started to build, to be the sexy woman I was playing at.
Takeda's apartment was exactly what I expected. Sleek, masculine, glass and steel, with just enough curated mess to suggest he lived alone and liked it that way. The lights were dim, the air tinged with the scent of expensive cologne and aged whisky. A jazz record murmured in the background--probably left spinning from some other conquest. But tonight, he wouldn't lead. I would.
I stepped slowly through the room, heels clicking on the polished floor as I unfastened the belt of my coat and slipped it from my shoulders. His gaze drank me in--my blue designer dress clinging to my waist and hips, stockings glinting faintly in the soft light, legs long and deliberate as I moved with purpose.
"Can I take your coat?" he offered, reaching for it belatedly, already distracted by the view beneath it.
"Already done," I murmured, draping it over a nearby chair, deliberately turning my back to him and letting him admire the sway of my hips as I walked toward the bar.
"You don't waste time," he said with a chuckle.
"No," I said smoothly. "And neither do you."
He poured us drinks. His hands were steady, but his eyes had that flicker--the hunger of a man who thought he was in control. I smiled, sipping mine slowly. Sweet. Strong. I needed to keep a clear head. This wasn't just seduction. It was survival.
I perched on the edge of the leather sofa, crossing my legs again--deliberately. Slowly. My skirt rose just enough to reveal the lace tops of my stockings, the promise of more without the risk of exposure. I felt the air change as he approached, looking, sitting close--closer than he needed to. His thigh brushed mine. I didn't move.
"You're full of surprises," he murmured, his hand drifting to my shoulder, then down the curve of my upper arm.
"You have no idea," I said, letting the warmth in my voice sit just at the edge of meaning.
His hand moved to my waist, fingers brushing the silk of my dress, testing. My breath caught, just a little, and I leaned in--letting him smell the perfume at my neck, feel the heat of my skin. He grazed his lips along the hollow of my collarbone, waiting for resistance.
None came.
But I wouldn't let him explore too freely. I turned my face to his, my lips hovering near his--taunting him with closeness.
"You're very forward," I whispered.
"I can stop."
I smiled. "I didn't say that."
I kissed him then. Soft. Slow. Not yielding--commanding. He responded eagerly, the drink dulling his caution. His hand slid over my stockinged thigh, just to the edge of the garter. I gently took his wrist and guided him away--playfully, not rejecting, just redirecting. If he noticed the restraint, he didn't say.
There were other ways to tease, to please. Ways that kept my secret intact.
I rose from the sofa, moved to stand before him--between his thighs, poised and confident.
"Sit back," I said.
He obeyed, eyes never leaving mine.
My fingers toyed with the hem of my dress, teasing the moment, giving him fleeting glimpses of sheer black stockings hugging my thighs. Then, with deliberate grace, I drew the dress up and over my body, letting it slip from my fingers and tumble to the floor like falling silk.
I stood still, letting him take it all in--the delicate lace of my bra, the matching suspenders framing my hips, the Cervin stockings clipped in place with polished precision. Everything expensive, everything chosen to be touched with eyes before fingers.
Before we left, Miyu had helped me tuck myself away--a hidden trick of queens and dolls. Strange at first. Now? It completed the illusion. I ran a hand slowly down the smooth plane of my front, a quiet invitation, a whispered lie. His eyes followed, hungry.
I lowered myself to my knees--slowly, deliberately. His breath hitched.
"I told you," I said, tracing a line along his inner thigh, "my husband was in for a treat tonight."
He swallowed hard.
"His loss," he said hoarsely.
I gave him a knowing smile. "Your gain, if you behave."
This was power--not just over him, but over my own fear. I had him exactly where I needed him. But I couldn't lose focus. Not yet. The most dangerous part still lay ahead.
Takeda was quiet now, breath shallow, hands clenched faintly on his thighs. I knelt between them, carefully poised--knees just far enough apart to keep the tension simmering, hands resting lightly on the tops of his legs. He smelled of expensive leather and woodsmoke, but beneath that, I could sense the rush of blood, the heat of desire.
I leaned forward, letting my hair fall over one shoulder, my lips brushing the fabric of his trousers--just a whisper of touch. He flinched, his muscles tensing. Not in resistance--just need.
"You're married," he said, the words soft, reverent almost. "Should I feel guilty?"
I let out a small laugh and looked up at him, my chin resting just above his belt. "Only if you think I'm innocent."
His throat moved with a swallow. "Are you?"
I smiled--slow, indulgent, patient. "Why don't you find out?"
His hand came to the back of my head, tentative at first, fingers threading into my hair. He was being gentle, as if afraid I might disappear if he was too rough. I didn't move, just let him touch me, trace the shape of my face with his other hand, thumb stroking the corner of my glossy lips.
"You're... exquisite," he murmured. "Perfect."
My stomach twisted slightly. Not guilt. Not shame. Something sharper. But I pushed it down. I had to be perfect tonight. For Miyu. For both of us.
My hand slipped upward, over his thigh, deliberate and graceful, guiding him deeper into the haze. I tilted my head, kissed the inside of his wrist. He shivered.
My fingers traced up his trousers, grabbing his belt and slowly loosening the clasp. I could see the bulge as his cock pressed hard against the material, I placed a gentle kiss on the stem before I slowly pulled down the zip.
Underneath he wore dark silk boxers, the shape of his cock even more visible, teasing me. I was getting ever more hungry to taste it. I slipped my fingers into the waist band of his pants and pulled them down with his troussers. As I titled my head I was confronted with his not insignificant cock. It sat there before me, erect and tempting. I could already inhale the odour, his musk mixed with a strong, expensive cologne.
My hand moved to his crotch, my fingers lacing around the stem of his penis gently, making him sigh as my hand touched his skin so gently. I licked my lips and stared up at him. I didn't have to pretend I wanted to suck it, I really did.
Thankfully his cock was smaller than Okabe's. A lot nicer to look at than his angry red manhood, wrapped in veins.
The thought of Okabe took me back to the booth for a flash. About how, before he turned nasty, I'd enjoyed sucking cock, his cock. Feeling the power it gave me, how I felt so utterly feminine as I pleasured him, a man, for the first time. How a wicked need to be covered in his cum started to manifest inside of me. Today I wouldn't be denied that pleasure.
A pang of guilt cut through me -- for Miyu, for what we'd agreed. This wasn't the plan. I was just supposed to just get him drunk and happy, slip him a sleeping pill, then plant the evidence and slip away. But something had shifted.
After Okabe, after what he took and twisted, I felt... owed. I needed to reclaim that part of myself, to feel what it could be like when it wasn't about power and fear. I wanted to be touched with desire, not dominance -- to be wanted, cared for, cherished, even if only for a moment.
It was a risk. I knew that. And possibly a betrayal of my love. But the hunger in me was louder than caution. And something deeper, darker, whispered: You deserve this.
As my arousal increased, I could feel my own cock start to stir. Myui had helped me tape it down in case Takeda's hand drifted to where it shouldn't, which had given me the confidence to strip to my lingerie. But if it got free now, well, I didn't want to imagine the consequences. I squeezed my legs together, hoping to keep it in place.
I licked my lips again, letting my saliva make them extra glossy before placing gentle kisses up the shaft of Takeda's cock, making him coo with pleasure as my tongue teased him. Finally I stared at him before opening my mouth wide and slipping his penis between my glossy lips. I didn't want to waste any more time with foreplay, I needed him, a cock, in my mouth.
As I placed my mouth around his mushroom head, my lips bulged as they gently wrapped around his cock. Then I plunged my mouth down on him, taking him deep inside in one long deep throat.
"Oh fuck, oh you hot bitch! God that feels good."
In no time my head started bobbing up and down as I slurped on his shaft. I was enjoying the taste, the warmth and feeling of him alive in my mouth and how I could tease it, play with it. Make it twitch and jerk with pleasure as I did so.
"Hmm that's so good. Come here, I want to fuck you, fuck you like your husband can't"
I looked up, I'd expected this, so I had a plan.
"My love I can't, not tonight. He will know. But let me do this for you, you will see I'm very good cock sucker. And when you cum, you can make me swallow or paint my face with your seed, whatever you like."
Takeda didn't answer, grunting as I slipped him deep into my mouth once again, slurping and feasting on his cock, very unlike a trophy wife, and more like a back street whore on her knees in stockings, suspenders and high heels.
I slipped a hand under his balls, my long nails teasing his sack, racking them in a gentle scratch before gently squeezing them. All the while my mouth worked hard on his penis above, dribbling saliva over them, letting long strands fall to the floor as I gulped on his cock, taking it deep into my throat again and again.
"Oh fuck, oh your husband is one lucky, but very stupid fuck! Oh god, oh I'm going to cum."
I pulled off for a moment and looked at Takeda, holding his cock in my hand, holding him on the edge, driving him crazy.
"How would you like it? Swallow or on my face baby? Make me your whore."
He didn't answer, leaning forward and taking his cock in his hand, he started to jerk it towards my face, desperate now for a release. I smiled, leaned back and opened my mouth, waiting for him to cover me.
"Coat me with your cum, paint my face so my husband tastes it when we kiss tonight. Make me your bitch slut! Give it to me you nasty filthy bastard!"
"Gnnngggghhhh ahhhhhhh!"
My words put him over the edge as an explosion of spunk splattered across my face and into my mouth. With the sticky white fluid all over my cheeks, my forehead and my chin, I gave him my most wicked cum-soaked smile. If only he knew that was for me as much as for him.
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Takeda was slumped on the sofa, exhausted from his satisfying orgasm. I stood up and picked up my dress, looking more like a slutty hooker than a trophy wife now, cum dripping from my face and hair. I slunk off to the bathroom, leaving Takeda sighing with pleasure.
The bathroom was pristine--stone countertop, black marble floor, everything curated for quiet luxury. I stood under the soft halogen light, dabbing a tissue to the corner of my mouth, then rinsing away the smudges of lipstick with cold water. A little trail of white shimmered at the edge of the sink, a reminder of what I'd just done.
I stared into the mirror, wiping gently, watching the real me surface beneath the performance. Or was this the real me now? The way Takeda had looked at me, like I was the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen... I felt a rush of elation, my heart fluttering with pride. I'd played the role perfectly. The glamorous, untouchable wife. A seductress. A spy. A woman.
And yet--something caught in my throat. A memory of who I used to be. I used to laugh at the idea of being with a man. I used to say I was straight. That this was all just a game. Just clothes, makeup, a bit of show. But this... this hadn't felt like a performance. Not entirely. My body had responded too easily. My voice, my glances, my kiss--it had all flowed, like water through a crack in the dam.
Who was I becoming?
My phone buzzed on the counter.
Miyu:
Everything okay?
💕
Her name on the screen snapped me out of my trance. I breathed in, composed myself.
Me:
Yes. He's soft and smiling. Should kick in soon. Text me again in 5.
Miyu:
Soft? What did you do to him?
🧐
Reni:
I had a little fun. Is that ok?
The text paused for a moment, I wondered if I shouldn't have said anything. But then I saw the dots start to bounce as Miyu typed a reply.
Miyu:
It's only ok if you show me later...
😘
I smiled with relief, slipped on my dress and made my way out of the bathroom.
Back in the living room, Takeda was stretched out on the low leather couch, sleeves rolled back, his whisky untouched, trousers still unbuttoned. His eyes lit up when he saw me.
"You took your time," he said with a lazy smirk. "I was starting to think you'd left me here heartbroken."
I gave him a soft laugh, sauntering across the room, hips swaying, silk brushing against my thighs. "Just wanted to make sure I looked good enough for you to remember me by."
He pulled me onto his lap. I kissed him, slow and warm, lips lingering just long enough to feel his breath catch. His hand slid up my thigh again.
"You really are something," he murmured. "What's a woman like you doing married to a man who lets you go out alone?"
I let my fingers trace the line of his collar. "Maybe he knows what I need... and likes to imagine what I might do when he's not watching."
Takeda chuckled, his hand tightening briefly. "You're wicked. I like that."
I lifted my glass. "To wicked women."
He clinked his against mine, then took a long sip. I only wet my lips. He wouldn't notice.
His eyes had started to glaze just a little. Not quite sleep yet, but close. That beautiful, drowsy vulnerability.
My phone buzzed again.
Miyu:
Time.
I glanced down at the screen, then sighed like it was the last thing I wanted to do. "That's him," I said, slipping the phone away. "Apparently he's finished his urgent meeting. He's heading home expecting dinner."
Takeda pouted. "He ruins everything. He should be making your dinner."
"I know," I said, rising smoothly from his lap, straightening my dress. "But tonight's been fun. Let's do it again soon."
He nodded, smiling too broadly now, the drug starting to pull him down into velvet sleep. "Next Thursday?"
I leaned in, whispered against his ear, "Next time, I'll bring something even more special."
And then I turned, heels whispering over his hardwood floor. At the door, I slipped the small envelope from my bag--plain, anonymous, untraceable. Inside, a USB loaded with the accounting files Miyu had stolen, implicating Okabe in millions skimmed off the top. I dropped it behind a pile of mail by the door, where Takeda would find it when he sobered up. Where it would look like it had been slipped under the door in secret, perhaps by a rival.
That was story hoped he'd buy: someone in Okabe's inner circle betraying him. Well that was what we hoped.
It wouldn't matter anyway--once Takeda saw what was inside, he'd have his chance to get rid of Okabe and take his place. He wouldn't care where the information came from, or who delivered it.
As I stepped into the night, the Tokyo air hit my skin like a slap. Cool, electric, alive.
I was still trembling. But not with fear. With power.
Reni was the one who had done this. Not Ren. And she was just getting started.
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Chapter Eight: The right time
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As I travelled home, I felt light--flushed with the thrill of the night, the danger, the power. But more than that, there was something deeper humming inside me. I'd moved through the world as a woman, and it hadn't felt like a costume. It had felt right. Natural. Like slipping into the shape I was always meant to fill. I wasn't pretending anymore. I wasn't playing dress-up.
And after all that--after the charm, the risk, the heat--only one thought pulsed in my mind: the one person I wanted to share this with.
The more I thought about her, the more I knew what I wanted.
I kicked off my heels the moment I stepped inside. My legs ached, my thighs slick with heat and adrenaline and the echo of everything I'd just done. But then I saw her--and the rest of it melted away.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow from the bathroom. Miyu stood in the doorway in one of my oversized t-shirts, the hem brushing her bare thighs, her hair slightly tousled, makeup gone, smile gentle and open. Even like this--especially like this--she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
She stepped toward me, arms parting in quiet invitation. We folded into each other without a word, our lips meeting in that now-familiar language, soft and searching. But then I slowed it, just a little, cupping her cheek with trembling fingers.
Since that night with Okabe, we hadn't been intimate with each other. Miyu had pulled back, careful not to rush me, giving me space to heal. And I had needed that--her arms, not her body. Comfort, not desire. But tonight... tonight felt different.
The moment was right. She was right. I didn't want distance anymore.
I was ready.
"I want you to make love to me," I whispered, barely able to get the words out. "But this time... I want to feel like the girl?"
Miyu paused, her eyes soft and searching. Then, with the gentlest smile and those bright eyes, she nodded. "Of course, baby. You always were."
The moment felt suspended in time for me. I was still in the midnight blue silk dress from earlier. I let Miyu unzip me. I shivered as the cool air met my bare skin, the silky slip falling away.
Underneath, I was all lace and nylon, my stockings still hugging my legs like a second skin.
Miyu paused, something on her mind.
"I don't want to disappoint you Reni, but my hormones can... well they can make it difficult for me to get hard now. Although I have to say, it's less of a problem when I'm with you baby."
We both giggled as my hand drifted under the t-shirt. Miyu wasn't wearing any panties and my fingers soon found her cock. To my delight, it was semi erect. She cooed as my fingertips gently caressed her foreskin.
Miyu took my hand and led me to the bed, undressing slowly, sensually, never breaking eye contact, kissing me as she went. Every movement was a promise--of safety, of love, of release.
She bent me over onto my tummy, pulling at my waist so my body arched towards her. I held my legs wide apart allowing her access. A gentle finger ran down the crack of my backside, her touch soft as a feather, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. She placed a kiss on my soft ass cheeks, her breath so close to my most intimate place.
It was then I felt her warm wet tongue start to tease me, making me grip the bedcovers in pleasure as she gently licked at my entrance.
"Oh god Miyu! Oh wow, oh that feels so good."
Her delicate rimming had me on edge in no time. So soft, warm and wet, sending tingles up and down my spine. Now I was more desperate for her to enter me. To make me hers.
Miyu leaned over and grabbed a bottle of lube from her bag, squeezing it onto her fingers and letting it warm for a moment before teasing a finger inside of me. My hips started to move back and forwards as she plunged it in further, eager for more as the cool liquid filled me.
I rolled onto my back, my legs wide open. Naked now except for the stockings. I wanted them on, to feel feminine, as a reminder of the sexy woman I'd become. And I also wanted Miyu to desire me, to want me. Judging by her erect penis, it seemed to be working.
Miyu climbed in between my thighs and I felt her press against me. So different from my first time with that bastard Okabe. This was sensual and consensual. I needed her so badly, to feel her, for her to be inside of me while we held each other tightly.
"Oh god Miyu, oh baby, oh this feels so good."
Our eyes locked together, both smiling as she pushed in. There was a sharp sensation for a moment, a slight pain, but a pleasurable one, not the pain I feared, and then she was inside. I cooed with pleasure as I felt her fill me. And then, then I let go.
Of control.
Of fear.
Of the old lines that said who I was or wasn't allowed to be.
And as Miyu kissed my neck, my collarbone, my lips again--I closed her eyes and felt it:
What it meant to be seen. To be known. To be held. To be a woman.
Miyu pulled back gently, before pushing back in, my body meeting hers naturally, as if we were as one, rocking back and forth our hands exploring each other as our lips locked together in a deep kiss.
We started to speed up. I could see the shine of sweet sweat on her alabaster skin glowing in the half light of the room. Our breath gentle, but growing more and more urgent.
My hand stroked that perfect face, her smile radiating back at me. I squeezed her, feeling her cock deep within me, feeling part of her, connected. I was so happy.
"Cum in me baby. Fill me. I want you so bad."
I could see Miyu close her eyes for a moment in concentration. Our words stopped, our breath got heavy and our movements increased, faster and faster, ever more urgent until eventually reaching a crescendo.
And then the damn burst. I felt a flood of warmth and joy as she filled me. As she fulfilled me.
I'd never felt slo close to another person, both parts of a whole. We held each other, crying and laughing at the same time.
Then I whispered something I said often enough, but hadn't really understood until now.
"I love you."
Miyu pulled back and looked at me, really looked at me, a slight surprise in her face.
"I love you too Reni Rose. I loved you from the first moment and I will to our last."
We kissed, tears flowing freely down our cheeks. She was still inside of me, still warm, still connected.
I was the girl tonight, and she was my girl.
And I'd never felt more like myself.
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Chapter Nine: The Velvet Curtain Falls
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We didn't take a taxi tonight.
I wanted to
feel
it. The city. The people. The risk.
We stepped out into the warm, electric buzz of a Tokyo evening, and I walked the streets not as Ren in a hoodie and jeans, but as
ReniRose
. Fully, defiantly.
Miyu was beside me, her hand tucked gently through the crook of my arm, her smile a steady anchor.
"You look incredible," she whispered, brushing a loose strand of hair from my cheek. "Like yourself."
I didn't feel incredible. I felt like my heart was pounding against my ribs, like every passerby was watching too closely, about to say something cruel. But at the same time... I felt
right
.
I'd chosen the outfit carefully. A fitted black skirt, soft velvet with a gentle sway around my thighs. My legs were bare except for sheer black stockings with a faint gothic pattern curling at the ankles like vines. On top, a charcoal blouse with soft ruffles at the collar, buttoned just enough to be respectable, but low enough to tease. Around my neck was a choker--lace and silver, a little dark, a little romantic.
I liked the
amo-goth
style--just the right mix of sweet and shadowed. Pretty, but not bubblegum cute. Sexy, but in whispers, not shouts.
Miyu had helped me style my hair--longish, sandy-blonde and tousled just right. I wore a deep plum lipstick, subtle winged eyeliner. Enough to turn heads, but not scream. If I looked too
done
, people might stare for the wrong reasons.
This wasn't a fantasy outfit. It was me. Or the version of me I wanted to become.
"I feel like I'm wearing a costume," I admitted as we paused at the corner, waiting for the pedestrian light to change.
Miyu shook her head. "You're not. You're just finally dressing for the role you were always meant to play."
I smiled, grateful. Still scared.
When we reached the building that housed the Velvet Rabbit, we paused before the entrance. The glowing sign overhead pulsed pink and gold in the night.
It had been over a week since that night with Okabe. Suddenly, the weight of what we'd done hit me like a punch to the gut.
The USB. The plan. Takeda. The trap we'd set. What might happen to Okabe because of us.
I stared at the heavy door, my pulse racing, lips suddenly dry.
Miyu noticed. She stepped in front of me, her hands smoothing my blouse, brushing over my skirt. "You okay?"
"Are we doing the right thing Miyu? We are playing with someone's life? And it may come back to haunt us."
Miyu looked at me with a defiance I'd not seen in her before.
Reni, my love... what choice did he leave us? Stay his playthings until he got bored? And then what--be discarded, destroyed? You know how men like him end things. We didn't invent his crimes. Someone would've caught on eventually. We just... lit the fuse. No--this is the end a man like Okabe has earned.
I closed my eyes, breathed in deep.
"I hope you're right."
Then we pushed open the door.
Back into velvet and candlelight and danger.
------
The dressing room was warm, scented faintly with perfume and hairspray, but beneath the surface was a tension we both felt like an electric current running through the walls. Miyu and I moved around each other with quiet intimacy, the easy affection of two people newly in love softened the sharp edges of what we faced.
Tonight I felt I wanted to be a little different, to be my sort of bunny girl --dispensing with the normal pantyhose, the thin, glossy cover that was my uniform at the Velvet Rabbit--and reached for a pair of hold up stockings instead. Black, with a velvety feel, with just the right shimmer that caught the light and hinted at secrets beneath.
I rolled the nylon up my legs, slow and deliberate, the cool silk clinging to my skin until the elastic bit gently at the tops of my thighs--just tight enough to remind me who was in control. Then came the boots: supple calf-leather, thigh-high, hugging as close as the stockings. Six-inch heels and a subtle platform lifted me far above my usual five-and-a-half feet, every inch a statement. It was my quiet rebellion, my own style, a bold fusion of power and femininity that whispered: I am Reni Rose. I'm here. I'm more than I ever dared to be.
I slipped on my pink wig, placing the bunny ears on top. I gave a cut little wiggle at Miyu, shaking my bunny tail at her, making us both giggle and releasing some of the tension.
Miyu smiled as she watched me finish my makeup, her eyes soft but full of fierce pride. She was already dressed in pink satin, a color that made her look like sunlight caught in silk--delicate, radiant, but with that steely core I knew was ready for whatever was coming. Our hands brushed, a silent promise passed between us as we shared a half smile.
Stepping into the main room, the familiar pulse of the Velvet Rabbit enveloped us--the clink of glasses, low murmurs, laughter and flirtation swirling like smoke. But something was different tonight.
My eyes flicked across the room, catching strange new faces: men in sharp suits that didn't quite fit the usual tired businessmen we were used to. Their gazes were sharp, calculating, moving with purpose. I noticed how they didn't smile easily, and when they did, it felt more like a warning than charm.
Miyu's fingers tightened on mine. A cold streak of fear started to crawl across my bare back, making me feel very exposed in my barely there outfit.
Just then, Yumi, one of the older bunnies, passed by with a knowing look. She leaned in close, her voice low and tense, "Feels like something's gonna go down tonight. You girls be careful, yeah?"
The words sent a chill down my spine, but also fired up something deep inside me. The thrill of danger, the pulse of risk--it was all part of this game now. My stockings shimmered against the soft lights as I crossed my legs, the click of my heels sharp and certain on the floor.
I was a long way from that scared boy who'd never dreamed he'd stand here, bathed in the glow of velvet and silk, playing a part that was becoming more real every night.
Miyu met my gaze again, and in her eyes, I saw the same fierce determination and fragile hope.
------
It had been a few hours and so far, so normal. An anticlimax of sorts. My toy buzzed with approval of my choice of hosiery and boots. I also received a few folds of cash pressed into the elastic between the nylon and the soft flesh of my thigh.
I was almost starting to relax, let myself believe it would all happen away from my silly little world. That I would find out tomorrow that Okabe, and all of our problems, had just vanished.
It was just at that moment of hope that the atmosphere inside the Velvet Rabbit shifted as a door opened.
The music didn't stop. The guests kept laughing. But it was as if the whole room held its breath.
Okabe stepped in like he owned the air. Still in his white shirt, but now rumpled and slightly dirty, the sleeves half-rolled, collar open. His hair was slicked back but untidy, his movements twitchier than usual. There was a gleam of sweat to his face. His eyes scanned the room like a butcher choosing meat. Colder than ever. And something else--something
wrong
. There was a jitter beneath his skin. A madness brewing under the surface.
It was like he'd been in a fight, a fight he must have won. I looked across at Miyu. How was he here? Did he know? Had Takeda missed his shot? What did that mean for us if he had?
He didn't wait for a hostess. He pushed past a staff member and grabbed a bottle of Yamazaki 18 straight off the top shelf.
Didn't even pour it. Just twisted the cap off and took a long swig. The guests nearby shifted uncomfortably. One tried to smile at him--Okabe shoved him out of the way with a muttered insult.
I watched from across the floor, my skin suddenly too tight for my body.
Something was off with him for sure, but did he suspect it was us?
Miyu was beside me, frozen like I was. Her fingers clenched the hem of her pink leotard until her knuckles whitened.
He turned slowly toward the room, his voice sudden and sharp.
"I want my girls.
Now.
"
The floor boss didn't hesitate. he gave us a look--half pity, half warning. The thugs in suits were close to all the exits, no escape, not now.
But surely he wouldn't do anything here? Not with everyone watching?
Miyu looked at me with a sad smile as we turned and headed to Booth 8.
My stomach turned.
Miyu took my hand as we walked, our heels clicking in perfect rhythm. Solidarity in fear. The door open and the curtain to the booth already drawn back. He was waiting inside, lounging like a predator mid-hunt, the half-drunk whisky bottle resting on the table.
We stepped in. The curtain closed behind us like the final act of a play.
"There you are," he said standing with a voice all smoke and gravel. "My traitorous little rabbits."
Okabe moved behind us, the door was still open, but he was blocking our way out, We shuffled to the front of the room, our backs to the screen, the chrome bar I'd held that night now pressed against my behind. Miyu stayed still beside me. I said nothing, every inch of me trembling beneath the surface.
He leaned forward, placing the bottle down with a heavy thunk.
"You've been busy. Pretty little things playing spy."
He gave a joyless chuckle. "Where did you get the nerve?"
Neither of us spoke. His hand drifted under the table. For a second, I thought he might pull another drink.
But it was a pistol.
He laid it on the table with ceremony, turning it slowly so the barrel pointed at Miyu.
"You think I don't know? You think you're clever?"
His voice dropped low. Almost a whisper. "I made you. Turned you pathetic fag boys into pretty girls that everyone wants to fuck. And you repay me with betrayal."
Tears pricked at my eyes. I reached for Miyu's hand again, gripping it tight.
He lifted the pistol, casually now, like he was pointing at a stray glass bottle on a fence post. He stood up, back to the door again, blocking our escape, not that we could get past a man like Okabe.
"Let's just keep it simple. End it here. No more games. Unfortunately, I don't have time to torture you both properly..."
His finger tensed.
Then--
He blinked.
A strange look crossed his face. He exhaled sharply, like a man punched in the gut. The pistol clattered from his hand Confused. Almost annoyed.
He looked down.
A slow red bloom spread across his shirt.
The metal edge of a blade shone briefly through the fabric. A katana. It pierced clean through his back, right through his heart.
He slumped forward onto the table with a crash.
Behind him, the curtain fluttered.
Takeda's men stood at the threshold. One of them still held the sword, angled downward, slick with blood.
The silence that followed felt like eternity.
Then Miyu gasped.
I couldn't move. I just stared at the red pooling across the leather.
Takeda stepped in to the booth, barely looking at us, his eyes focused on Okabe's body below. His demeanour cool and calculating. No elation, his rival was dead. That was all.
He half glanced up at us. "Girls, out. Now."
For a moment we were still frozen with the shock, but then we nodded and hurried past
Just as I was about to get out of the door, I felt a firm hand grab my arm.
He faced me, his face serious, but cold as ice.
"It goes without saying, but you forget what you saw. If you ever speak of this, someone will know, which means someone will come knocking. And you don't want that."
We nodded, our heads bowed, eager to show we knew he meant business.
But Takeda didn't let go of my arm. For a moment he glanced at me a second time, and gave me a look. There seemed to be a flicker of recognition, followed by a half smile. A knowing smile.
"You know, if I were you two, I think I'd get out of town for a while. A long while."
With that he released my arm and we both hurried down the corridor.
Miyu and I hurried to the changing rooms. The club was already empty of girls and patrons, filled now only with Yakuza muscle.
Our heads still bowed we squeezed through, grabbed our clothes and pulled them over our leotards, not wanting to spend any longer than we had to in this place. We discarded our long bunny ears and walked out of the Velvet Rabbit for the last time.
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Epilogue
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The sunlight spilled like honey across the white-tiled floor of Narita's international terminal, catching the edge of the café window as we sipped our coffee and waited for our gate to open.
Outside, planes glided down the runway like silver birds. Beyond them, the sky stretched wide and blue -- cloudless, endless.
Miyu wore sunglasses and a simple linen dress, her legs crossed, one heel swinging idly as she tapped out a message to her brother. She looked like any other stylish Tokyo girl headed for a holiday abroad.
Except we weren't coming back.
"I keep thinking someone's going to stop us," I murmured, tracing a finger around the rim of my cup. My nails were painted rose-gold -- soft, warm, feminine.
"No one's chasing us," Miyu said with a lazy smile. "And if they are, they'll have to run pretty damn fast to catch two girls on a direct flight to San Francisco."
That made me laugh, finally -- the knot in my chest loosening just a little. She reached for my hand across the table, warm fingers lacing through mine.
I glanced at our luggage piled nearby. Nothing from the Velvet Rabbit made the cut. No bunny ears. No leotards or towering black stilettos. Just a few summer dresses, a couple books, a well-worn ring box buried in my bag that I hadn't dared open again yet.
I hadn't worn boy clothes in weeks.
"Think I'm done with that," I said, almost to myself. "Ren was always the costume."
Miyu turned to me, eyes soft behind her dark lenses. "You're my girl now," she said simply.
That made my throat ache more than any kiss.
We sat in silence, letting the minutes stretch around us, the clatter of baristas, the hum of boarding announcements just background noise to this moment -- the calm, the beginning.
Miyu had taken what we needed from Okabe's stash. Just a sliver, barely noticeable. Enough for two flights, a little nest egg, and a quiet future somewhere new. No more shadows. No more booths. No more men with knives and secrets.
Just us.
"Last call for Gate 42," came the announcement.
We stood, shoulders brushing. I picked up my bag. Miyu leaned in and kissed my cheek, soft as breath.
"You ready?" she asked.
I looked out past the glass, where a plane waited in the heat shimmer.
I was. For the first time in my life, I really was.
We walked toward our future hand in hand.
Two girls in love, leaving Tokyo behind.
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"femboy",
"transformation",
"transgender",
"anal sex",
"oral",
"blow job",
"cum",
"high heels",
"love"
] |
FTM x Straight Cis Man
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/ftm-x-straight-cis-man
| 4.62 | null |
Transgender
|
5'1 - 215 - Beefy dad bod - FTM Top - Dick pics welcome - Ass pics preferred - 26yo
I updated my bio and put up a few current photos to revive my once-dead Grindr profile. I scrolled through a sea of headless torsos and blank profiles, only seeing a few with actual photos.
Before long, I was receiving a load of dick pics and a load of ass pics from just about everyone. But one profile stuck out.
5'4- 186- workout enthusiast - TOP ONLY - 32
I read his message and responded.
- You got a pussy??
• Depends, you got a face?
- Nah I don't do face pics
It took me a few minutes before I responded.
• That's fine
• What you looking for?
- Sum quick and easy, just tryna put my dick in something
• Oh lol I think I'm not the one I don't bottom but I'm cool to tag team if you down??? Just come by my place and we can find a bottom together
I sat and waited for a response for what felt like a while.
- Send me the address and I'll pull up
- I got some smoke and drink with me and some snow if you cool with it lol
Oh, he was down to party for real. I sent over my address and hopped in the shower quickly. He sent a message back.
- Nice be there in 30 getting cleaned up
- Btw I'm not gay so don't go thinking I am
I sent back a thumbs up and went back to my shower. I made sure to use my best-smelling products and did a little manscaping.
I got out and threw on a pair of white briefs, basketball shorts, and a white tank top. I sprayed some air freshener around my bedroom and some cologne on myself.
I went into my closet and pulled out all of my gear that I might need. My new prosthetic, my harness, some cuffs, a magic wand, and some beginner impact toys. Just in case.
Thirty minutes flew by. The mystery man was knocking on my door. I opened it and took a good look at the seemingly shy man. He had brown eyes and thick locs. He had a set of gold teeth and a few piercings.
"Gonna let me in?" He said laughing a bit.
I quickly apologized and stepped to the side so he could walk in. He came in and sat on my couch and placed a big bag on the table.
"Damn, what you bring?" I said as I sat next to him.
He smiled and pulled everything out of the bag.
A bottle of vodka. A soda. Some rolling papers and some weed.
"Oh, and I got something else for later." He pulled a few baggies of coke from his pockets.
"Nice. I figured we'd chill and scroll through Grindr to find a bottom if you want." I said pulling my phone out and opening my new notification.
He moved closer to me and knocked my phone out of my hands.
"I got a better idea." He quickly pressed his lips against mine. I melted into the kiss. His lips tasted so sweet. I kissed back forcefully and put my hands anywhere they would reach.
I palmed at his dick over his shorts and felt it jump. He pressed his hands against my crotch and I moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck, you taste good." He pulled away and grabbed the bottle from the table and took a shot straight from the bottle. He handed it over to me and I did the same.
He set it back on the table and sat back on the couch and started to roll a joint.
"Ion really need a bottom if you don't. We can just make out and get lit and see where the night goes," he finished rolling the joint and handed it to me, "I'm cool with swapping head if you want after we get right."
I nodded my head and lit the joint, took a deep hit. I passed the joint back to him and took another drink from the bottle.
We kept passing the two back and forth, just talking, taking a few pauses every once in a while to make out.
"Shit I didn't think we'd drink the whole thing." He said, slurring his words. I laughed and got up from the couch to stretch.
"You want a line?" He said as he pulled out the Coke and started to break it down.
"Fuck yeah," I said sitting back down, watching him expertly put together two heavy lines. He went first.
"Shit, damn that's good. Don't be shy I got enough to go around." He said handing me the rolled-up bill he'd used. I took it and did my line. I felt it burn my nose but it quickly went away.
"What's your name?" I said as I cleared my nose.
"Kain with a k." He said, standing up to pull off his jacket.
I nodded, watching his shirt come up as he took off the jacket. My dick had been hard for the last few hours and just seeing that small sliver of skin made me want to shoot off like a rocket.
"Come suck my dick." The words came out before I had a chance to think about them. Before I could say anything else he was down on the floor between my legs. I bit my lip and took down my shorts and underwear, my dick and hole on full display.
"Fuck I've been waiting for you to ask." He said as he licked up a stripe from my hole to my dick. I moaned, finally feeling some relief. He kissed and licked around my dick, teasing me.
"Gonna suck my dick or just pla-Fuck!" I moaned as he pulled my dick into his mouth. He sucked me like an expert.
"Fuck, just like that. Good boy." He moaned around my dick making me grab the back of his head.
"You like being called a good boy?" I asked. He moaned again and nodded his head as best he could.
"Keep sucking my dick like that and you can be my good boy forever." I said, feeling my dick throb in his mouth.
He moaned around my dick and put his hand down his own pants, trying to give himself some relief.
"Fuck, you're doing so good. My good boy." I moaned as I felt myself quickly approaching my orgasm. He moaned and stroked himself faster as he sucked my dick.
Soon after, my hands were gripping his hair and my body tensed.
"Shit! Fuck I'm cumming, oh my god! Don't move, keep sucking." I said, holding his head in place as my dick throbbed in his mouth. He stayed still, sucking my dick through my orgasm.
I finally let his head go and he pulled back with his face drenched. He moved up my body and kissed me deeply. I moaned into the kiss, reaching down and grabbing his dick. He pushed his pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them.
"Fuck..." He whimpered into our kiss.
"My hands feel good baby? I know they do." I said, stroking him slowly.
"Ye-yes. Yes sir." He moaned. I kept stroking until he started leaking pre-cum. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, breathing heavily and moaning.
"You look so pretty like this. Makes me want to break you. Your safe word tonight is peaches. Repeat it to me." I said, slowly stroking him still.
"Peaches. Fuck I'm so close." He said into my neck.
"Good boy. That word is the only way I'll stop what I'm doing tonight. Otherwise, you're mine to do with as I please." I said, stroking him faster. He nodded and lightly bit my shoulder. I felt his dick twitching in my hand and gave him one last stroke before letting go. He looked up at me confused and desperate when I let go. I moved him so I could stand up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to my bedroom and tossed him onto my bed. I made my way between his legs, pressed my hips against his and gripped the base of his dick.
"You know what I think baby?" I asked, keeping my tight grip on his dick as my other hand groped his chest.
"W-what? Please..." he whined.
"I think you're a bottom. You just need someone to take that ass from you. You need someone strong to hold you down and force a dick in that tight hole. I bet you're even prepped for me." I said, moving my hand down towards his ass.
He shook his head and squirmed slightly.
"Oh really?" I said, pushing his legs up putting my hands on his ass.
"So if I push my finger into this pretty ass of yours, you won't be ready for me?" I asked, letting go of his dick and using both of my hands to spread his cheeks to see his hole. I inched my fingers closer to his tight-looking hole. He turned his head away from me as I pushed my dry finger into his hole and to no surprise, he was already wet and open for me.
"See baby," I said as I pulled out my finger and spit on it before pushing it back in ", you're even still wet. Gonna let me have this ass?"
He shook his head but moaned as my finger moved inside of him. I spit on his hole again and pressed another finger into him, meeting little to no resistance. He moaned loudly and pressed down on my fingers.
"Even if you don't let me have it baby, I'm gonna take it," I said as I pushed a third finger into him.
He moaned loudly and squirmed as I stretched him even more. I rubbed my fingers against his walls, searching for his prostate.
"Oh fuck! Ri-right there!" He yelled as I finally found his prostate. He threw his hand to his dick and started stroking fast.
"Awe, gonna cum for me? Gonna make yourself cum with another man's fingers in your ass?" He whined and shook his head. I pushed his hand away and replaced it with mine. I moved my fingers and stroked him at the same pace.
"Yes, you are. You know why? Cause you're a little fucking fag. Aren't you?" I said moving my hands faster.
"N-no." He whined, turning his head away again.
"Yes, you are! Just a little fag that needs a strong man to make you admit it. Tell me what you are and I'll let you cum." I said as I felt his dick pulse in my hand. He shook his head and covered his eyes with his arm.
"N-not gay." He whimpered as his hole twitched around my fingers. I laughed and gripped the base of his dick to make sure he didn't cum. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and grabbed his chin, making him move his arm and look at me.
"I didn't fucking say you were. I said you were a fucking fag. Now say it." I said, starting to stroke him again. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to fight my grip on his chin.
"Say. It." I said, holding his chin tighter. I moved my hand faster on his dick.
"Oh fuck, I'm so close." He said as he thrusted his hips into my hand. I kept stroking him, feeling his precum leak from his tip. I gripped the base of his dick again.
"Tell me what you are," I said, gripping his chin harder.
"Fuck! I-i don't know. Just let me cum! Please!" He begged, trying to thrust into my hand again.
"Tell me what you are." I said, slowly stroking him again.
"Fuck! I'm a f-fag. a fucking fag. Please please please...just let me cum!" He finally said, tears budding in his eyes.
"Good boy. Now cum for me." I said as I stroked him faster and watched him melt. His body tensed all over as he was consumed with pleasure.
"Gonna cum! Fuck!" He said as his eyes rolled back into his head. His body convulsed as he shot his load all over his own chest and my hand.
"Good boy. But I'm not done with you yet." I said, letting go of his dick and scooping the cum from his chest. I let his chin go and smeared his cum over his lips.
"Nice, pretty little fag. Don't lick those fucking lips either. Now when I get up you're gonna turnover and put that pretty hole in the air so I can see it before I destroy it. Understood?" I said, smearing more of the cum on his face.
He nodded slowly. I stood and watched as he followed my instructions. His perfect round ass in the air, just waiting to be abused. I stood behind him and smacked his ass hard, watching the raised handprint form quickly. He winced as I smacked him again in the same spot.
"Now, I'm gonna get a nice big dick for you. Stretch you all the way out. After this, you'll feel me forever and nobody will ever compare." I said as I pushed three fingers into his ass.
I watched as he gripped the sheets and bit his lip, moaning loudly. He pushed his ass back to get more from my fingers. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and watched him whine. I laughed lightly and stepped off the bed to put my harness on, fitted with the biggest and widest dick I own. I grabbed some lube and put probably too much lube over my dick and his hole just to be safe. I lined myself up behind him and let the tip push against his hole.
"You ready for me? Is my little bitch boy ready for a big dick?" I said as I rubbed my dick over his hole, letting him feel the length before I pushed inside.
"Fuck, it feels so big. I don't think it'll fit." I laughed and started pushing the tip into his hole.
"Oh fuck! Wait...shit." he winced as the wide tip broke past his rim. I paused and rubbed his back and he relaxed enough for me to push further into him. I watched as his hole tried to fight the stretch, trying its best to stay closed.
"I got you, don't worry. Gonna get it all in nice and slow." I said as I kept pushing into him. Inch by inch I made my way inside of him. Stopping every so often to make sure not to hurt him.
"It's so much. Holy fuck." He said as I rested halfway into him. I rubbed the rim of his over-stretched hole as I pushed a little deeper. He tried to reach back and make me stop but I grabbed his hand and pressed it against his lower back, making his chest fall against the bed.
"Please don't try to fight me baby. Just let me have you. The more you fight," I pushed deeper into him with no warning and listened to him yelp, "The more it's hurts you. You know why?"
"W-why?" He sobbed. I watched as he left tear stains on the mattress. I pushed deeper, almost to the base and watched as he screamed.
"Because I'm going to take your ass anyway. Because I'm stronger than you. Because you can't fight me. This ass is mine." I said as I pushed until I was flush against his ass. He sobbed loudly but made no moves away from me. He didn't yell for me to stop or slow down. He just cried thick heavy tears.
I pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slow, watching him cry and moan. I picked up my pace as his hole resisted less and less.
"Mhm, this big dick feel good, don't it? Gonna get you nice and open so my dick can just slip in and out of you." I said, feeling his hole loosen even more.
"Oh fuck me, please. Feels so good!" He moaned, still crying into the mattress.
"There you go baby. Just let me have you. Be a good little fag and let me use this hole. What are you baby?" I said as I fucked him at a faster pace.
"I-I-I'm a fag." He said, a mix of a sob and a moan. I let go of his arm and gripped his hips to pound him properly. He screamed as my dick stretched him deeply and quickly.
"Such a sweet ass. You're so wet back here, it's like a pussy. My little fag pussy." I said, digging as deep as I could.
"Y-yes. Please fuck my pussy. My f-f-fag pussy." He cried out. I watched as he dug his nails into the mattress, tearing it slightly. I pressed deep into him and felt the base of the prosthetic pressed against my dick, making me moan.
"Good boy. You feel good baby? Feeling this big dick stretch you open?" I asked as I started slamming into him. He tried to respond but all that came out were screams and moans. He grabbed his dick with one hand and started stroking himself quickly.
"Gonna makes yourself cum for me? Such a fucking fag. Need a big dick deep in you to cum. Need someone to be mean to you." I said pushing myself as deep as I could and slowly grinding into him. The pressure from the prosthetic base was hitting my dick in all the right places, pushing me closer to my own orgasm. In a split second, I pulled out of him and heard him whine and whimper. I watched his hole try to close back up and fail.
"Mmm, you're so open. I could probably fit my whole hand in you now." I said as I slipped three of my fingers into his hole. I fingered him gently, just feeling his walls.
"Fuck...please fuck me. Need to cum so bad. Please." He said moaning. I pulled my fingers out and ran my tongue over his hole letting it dip in a few times. He tasted sweet, I could have eaten him out forever. But I had other priorities tonight.
"Turn over, wanna see my pretty little fags face when you cum." I said, smacking his ass. He whined at the loss of my tongue but turned over onto his back. The sight of him alone was enough to make me cum.
His eyes were red from crying. His face was flushed with cum drying on and around his lip. His dick was rock hard and leaking with his balls tight against his body.
"Please...I wanna cum so bad." He whined, palming his dick. I watched as new tears fell from his eyes. I lined myself up and pushed into him deep and quick.
"It's okay princess, gonna make you cum. Gonna fill this nice pussy of yours and then make you make a mess of yourself" I said as I started to thrust into him slowly. He tried to nod but was too consumed by the renewed pleasure.
I sped up my pace quickly, listening to the wet sounds coming from between our bodies. I held his hips down and pulled back out and slammed into him repeatedly. I felt my orgasm approaching fast.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum. You want my cum? Want to fill this wet pussy?" I said, pushing deep into him and grinding against the base of the prosthetic. He brought his hands up to my chest and gripped my shirt.
"P-please!" He sobbed, using his other hand to stroke his dick.
"What are you?" I said, feeling myself teetering on the edge. I started pounding into him again. Hard, fast and deep.
"I-I'm a f-fag! Y-your f-fag sir!" He said as he switched his grip on my shirt to my arm, digging into the flesh.
"That's right. My little bitch boy. My little faggot. Gonna breed you deep, make this pussy of yours overflow with my cum. Gonna make you pop out some strong babies for me like the perfect bitch." I said before my eyes rolled back into my head and my hips stuttered. All my muscles tensed as my orgasm ripped through me. My dick pulsed violently behind the prosthetic as my orgasm continued.
"Mmm...Fuck baby. Shit, that pussy is so good. Should I keep fucking you? Make you cum for me? Or should I stop and let you beg for it?" I said slowly grinding into him, feeling the aftershocks from my own orgasm.
"N-no. Please. I need to. I'll do anything, just please let me cum. Fuck please sir." He begged, crying fresh tears and switching his grip from his dick to his balls.
I watched as he cried and tried to grind faster on my dick to get more stimulation. Him tugging hard at his balls, his dick bouncing and leaking.
"So fucking pathetic. I'll make you cum, don't worry. Especially when my little bitch is begging like this." I said as I started to pull out of him. I pushed back into him. Slow and deep, making sure he felt every inch. I pushed his hand away from his balls, leaning forward and pinning both his hands by his head.
"No touching. You're gonna cum from my dick and my dick alone. Can you do that?" He nodded quickly, biting his bottom lip.
I rested my face in his neck as I fucked him deep and slow. I bit and kissed at his neck, leaving as many marks as I could. I licked up to his ear.
"Now everyone will know how you got fucked. How you got punished like a little bitch. You like how that sounds? Showing everyone you're mine?" I said into his ear, keeping my slow punishing pace.
"Y-yours. Please. Need it." He mumbled, tears still falling from over and under stimulation of my strokes.
"Good boy." I said into his ear before lifting my body and letting go of his hands. I held his hips tight sped up my thrust abruptly.
"Oh Fuck! Please! Can't take it anymore!" He screamed and sobbed as his body bounced up and down the mattress.
"You ready to cum? My little bitch ready to make a mess for me?" I said, giving him the hardest and deepest strokes I could.
"Y-yes! Fuck, yes sir. Please!" He yelled, his hands flying to my chest and digging his nails into it. I felt the burn as he broke the skin, not letting up on his grip.
"Then cum for me. Go on. Cum all over yourself like a dirty bitch." I said as he scratched harder, his orgasm got closer and closer.
"Gonna-holy shit. Wait, it's too much. Fuck! I-I'm gonna fucking c-cum." He cried as he shut his eyes tightly, forcing more tears down his cheeks. I pushed deep into him one last time and watched as his eyes shot open and he yelled as he finally came. His body was stiff, and his mouth hung open as he shot rope after thick rope onto his own chest and face. I kept thrusting into him and watched as he tried to squirm away from the overstimulation.
"Please, I-I can't." He said, more tears leaving his eyes. I let go of his hips and watched as his body relaxed a bit and he took a deep breath. I pulled out of him as slow and gentle as I could. The loud wet pop was almost enough to make me want to push back into him. I looked at his hole and admired how fucked open and swollen it was. If he wasn't fucked raw I would have put my mouth on it again just for a taste.
I took off my harness and tossed it on the floor as I got off the bed. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a rag and soaked it in some warm water. I brought it back and wiped him off as he laid in the same position as when I was fucking him, his eyes half closed.
"Gonna clean you up, okay?" I said as I wiped the cum from his face first. He nodded slowly as I moved to get the cum on his chest. Once he was cleaned up, I tossed the rag in the hamper.
"You want some water pretty?" I said, softly caressing his face. He shook his head and reached for my waist.
"C-can you just hold me a second?" He said with a shaky voice. I moved around so he could lie next to me with his body almost wrapped around mine and his head on my chest. I rubbed his head softly and slowly. I felt as a few tears hit my chest.
"Shhh...it's okay. I know it was a lot. But we're all done playing now, okay? I got you. Safe and sound okay?" I said, holding him a little tighter and giving him a small kiss on his forehead. He cried silently for a little while.
"I've never, um, I've never been talked to like that. Or fucked like that. It was great it's just a really strong high to come down from." He finally said, curling closer to me. I held him tighter and kissed him again.
I played with his hair and held him tight until I felt his body fully relax. I kissed him again and saw the small smile on his face.
"Wanna take a bath with me, get cleaned up and get some sleep? It'll help your mind relax a bit and you'll be less sore in the morning." I said, loosening my hold on him.
"Mmm, yes sir." He said with a sly grin before getting up from the bed and stretching. I got up and walked over to him and smacked his ass.
"Don't get me started again. I might actually break you this time," I grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss," then we can't play anymore. And after this babyboy, I need you every night."
|
[
"dominant",
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"forced submission",
"gay",
"trans",
"ftm",
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Nocturama
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/nocturama
| 4.11 | null |
Mature
|
Human history is peculiar. Many a time comes when the population rebels against a tyrannical ruler or government and overthrows them -- and most of the time they end up under another tyrannical government or ruler. The Brits rose up against Charles I and executed the king, only to find themselves under Oliver Cromwell and the British army. The French overthrew the "ancien regime" only to find themselves ruled by Emperor Napoleon. The Iranians took down SAVAK and the Shah only to find themselves under the rule of the ayatollahs.
The same thing happened again, only to a more extreme degree. In September 2026, every single authoritarian government on the planet seemed to collapse and fall simultaneously. Out of the ensuing chaos, a skilled man named Zohran maneuvered things so that a world government was formed -- with him as absolute ruler, of course. By November of 2026, Zohran had eliminated the concept of "private company": all corporations of any size were merged into OmniCorp, which was then seized by the government. All major religious organizations were either destroyed or brought under the heel of the government. (For example, the government seized the Catholic Church and immediately removed all cardinals, archbishops, bishops, priests and deacons who were unacceptable to the government, replacing them with ones hand-selected by Zohran and his government ministers. Zohran happened to approve of the Pope, so he wasn't replaced.) All media was controlled by the government: people on social media who had a lot of influence and who disapproved of the government were either "disappeared" or had their channels shut down. (If you had 100 followers, they didn't care: if you had 100,000, you had to toe the line.) All militaries, militias, criminal organizations, gangs, etc., were annihilated down to the last man (or woman.) No one was allowed privately owned firearms: Olympic athletes who used guns for their sport had to train at special locations where the weapons were permanently kept. If you wanted to hunt, you had to use a bow and arrow. (Exceptions were made for things like traditional Inuit hunting weapons, so they could keep to their lifestyle.)
Even if the people who were left wanted to revolt, they physically couldn't. And, of course, the world government-run media portrayed the things Zohran was doing as good for humanity (to be fair, destroying criminal gangs, illicit drugs, and terrorist organizations WERE good things.) One of the things he did was put in a new organization called the Global Volunteer Force: every living human had to join it on their 19th birthday and stay in it until their 21st birthday. They didn't HAVE to leave it when they turned 21, but that was the earliest they were allowed to.
Tim's 19th birthday was in August 2027. When it arrived, he had a Zoom call with the local GVF office and got his assignment. He was to go over every day and assist a 75-year-old woman, Miss Campbell. Nothing onerous, but he would help her with things like minor home maintenance, yard work, shopping, and other domestic tasks. If she didn't have any specific tasks for him on a particular day, he was to spend from noon to 8 p.m. in her company just hanging out with her and chatting, or however she wanted to socialize (watching movies, playing board games, etc.) Tim thought that was a very reasonable assignment.
Over the next few months, on the days where they merely chatted, Tim learned her history. Born in January 1952, she moved in with the man who would become her long-term partner in 1974. Their son was born in March 1976, after which she had her tubes tied and her partner got snipped -- one child was enough. She was very proud when her son graduated high school in June of 1994 and moved 500 miles away that fall to attend college. (Her son, to stay with his own romantic partner, would eventually move to the area that before Zohran took over and eliminated the concept of individual countries was known as Canada.) She was absolutely devastated when in 1995, her partner was killed in a bombing by two domestic terrorists. Up until that point, Miss Campbell had a normal frame for her height (about five feet tall): afterwards, for three years she took solace in eating every bit of comfort food she could get her hands on. Her boobs, butt and belly all grew huge as a result, and even after she gradually got over what happened, they stayed that way -- she was almost as wide as she was tall. Her hair was pure white. Tim was the first person to regularly interact with her since her partner's death.
Tim gave her a kind, sympathetic hug every day before leaving. She seemed to appreciate it. One day in late January of 2028, the weather -- which at 4 p.m. had consisted of gentle rain -- had by 8 p.m. turned into a howling storm that the forecasters said would last until about 10 a.m. the next day.
"I don't want to risk driving in that," Tim observed. "Is it all right if I stay here and sleep on your couch tonight?"
Miss Campbell ran her eyes over Tim's slim, toned body, his short black hair (kept in a military-style buzzcut) and his ruggedly handsome face, which was clean-shaven. He was normal height for a man his age, about five-feet-nine-inches, or about a head taller than her. "Of course you may stay the night, dearie. But I would be a terrible hostess if I made you sleep on that old couch -- it wouldn't be comfortable. There's plenty of room in my bed and you can sleep properly."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. If you don't want to change in front of me, change in the bathroom while I get into my sleep outfit and crawl under the covers."
Three minutes later, after Miss Campbell had made a pit stop, Tim entered the bathroom. When he came out, dressed only in his underwear, she was lying under the covers.
"I hope you don't mind..."
"Of course not, dear boy. You have to be comfortable. Now come join me and let's relax."
Tim slipped under the covers and lay on his side. She moved over and wrapped her arms around him. He could feel her big, soft body press against him.
"Miss Campbell?"
"We're nestled together in my bed, dear boy. Call me Irene."
"Okay. Irene, are you naked?"
"Of course, dearie. I always sleep naked."
"Is there a reason why your hand is brushing my dick through my underwear and your lips are kissing the back of my neck?"
"Because you're a lovely young man, dearie, and this old lady still has her sex drive. Being snuggled against you is making me very horny."
"Well, I am supposed to help you out..."
Irene giggled as she pulled back the blanket and removed Tim's underwear. "How long has it been since you had a release?"
Tim actually had to think about that one. "Several weeks."
"In that case, you'll need more than one cum to fully empty your balls. I think I'll start by using my mouth to drain you."
Tim certainly wasn't going to turn down a blowjob. He happily lay on his back and spread his legs. Irene got in position and began licking and sucking his balls to warm him up. When his cock was fully hard, she placed her lips at the tip of it and teased the head with her tongue. Tim moaned appreciatively. Irene opened her mouth and took most of his length in. She slid her tongue up and down along his shaft. Tim shivered with pleasure. Irene began bobbing her head up and down, taking Tim's pole all the way into her mouth and then having just the head in, cycling back and forth as she slid her tongue in circles on his twitching cock. She opened her mouth and her throat and took him all the way inside, massaging his very full balls as she deep-throated him. Tim let out a gasp as he filled her mouth with cum. She swallowed every drop, then kept licking for a minute or two to make sure Tim's pole was fully hard again.
"My pussy got very wet from that," she said. "Fuck me until you surrender all your cum."
Irene lay on her back, spreading her own legs. Tim got in position, then slid his pole into her dripping hole. Irene wrapped her thick legs around his hips. Tim established a slow, smooth rhythm, and Irene orgasmed instantly. Tim didn't slow down, building to a steady pumping. He lightly teased her swollen clit with his fingertip as he plowed her. Irene shivered through two more quick orgasms. Tim leaned forwards to kiss and suck on Irene's bountiful orbs. Irene wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him in place. He continued sucking her boobs while powering his cock in and out of her pussy. She had another orgasm. Her body quivered as he continued to plow her and she moaned lustily. Right as he unloaded his cum into her eager pussy, she climaxed yet again.
"Good boy," she whispered.
Tim merely smiled as he rolled off of her. She reached for his body and positioned him so his head was resting on her plump, pillowy chest. She gently caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes. She pulled the blanket back over the two of them and turned out the lights as she closed her own eyes. They slept until mid-morning.
After they did their morning routine, they lay back down in the bed. Tim covered Irene's big, round belly and her thick legs with kisses.
"I'm glad you like my body so much," Irene grinned. She rotated so that she was face-down. "How's this view?"
Tim kissed and caressed her huge, soft butt. "Very nice."
Irene reached back and pulled Tim's body against hers. He wrapped his arms around her from behind. She teasingly rubbed her fleshy rear against his groin. His cock stiffened to full mast.
"Are you thinking about fucking me from behind?" she husked. His cock twitching against her flesh was all the answer she needed. "Do it." She got on her hands and knees and spread her legs. Her pussy was already starting to leak love-juice.
"With pleasure," he replied, sliding into her. He put his hands on her hips and began thrusting. Her big body shook as she pressed backwards, trying to get him as deep as possible. He happily slid smoothly in and out of her. She let out a lusty squeal as she climaxed. He continued his smooth rhythm, thrusting his cock as deep as it would go. She had several more quick orgasms. He leaned forwards and cupped her soft, pendulous breasts. She moaned as he lightly tweaked her nipples, using the same rhythm as he used to make love. She squeaked as he sped up, now slamming into her hard and fast. Three orgasms later, her pussy clamped around his cock and milked it dry, sucking every drop of sperm from his swollen nuts. She then collapsed forwards onto the bed, spent. He lay on top of her, recovering. It was noon by the time they had the energy to move.
"Today I want to just hold you and cuddle until our bodies recharge," she murmured.
"I'd like that," he replied.
Irene wrapped her arms around Tim and cradled him. He pressed more firmly up against her. The two of them lay together, sometimes chatting for a bit, sometimes enjoying the quiet intimacy. They broke apart only for pit stops and for a meal. After a day of relaxation and happiness, Irene reached for Tim's groin. It was about 7:30 p.m.
"I still haven't actually seen you cum," she said. "We have just enough time for you to coat me with your delicious sperm."
Tim grinned. "I won't say no to that."
Irene lay on her back and helped Tim position himself so his dick was between her giant breasts. She stroked him until she was certain he was fully erect.
"Fuck my tits until you're about to cum, then blast it all over my chest and belly," she instructed him.
"Yes, dear," he chuckled. He began sliding his cock in between her breasts. She pressed them together, making a tunnel. He steadily pumped away as Irene began moaning. Hearing her sexy sounds made Tim even harder. He continued thrusting in the valley between Irene's marvelous melons. Irene's body visibly shuddered. Tim sped up his motion, really driving his hips back and forth. Irene yowled as she quivered through an orgasm. Tim's cock began twitching as Irene pressed her orbs more firmly against his rod. His breathing began coming in gasps. Irene sensed he was getting close and that thought triggered her second orgasm. Tim's legs tensed as he violently thrust in and out of the fleshy tunnel between Irene's knockers. Right as he felt his balls start to boil over, he popped his pecker free of her chest, aimed it downwards, and began shotting streams of hot, sticky cum onto Irene's flesh. As instructed, he sprayed it all over her chest and belly.
Irene rubbed his cum into her skin like it was lotion. "That was wonderful, dearie. Since the storm is past, you are free to go... if you want to. You're always welcome to spend nights with me in my bed if you're in the mood for some hot lovin' from this horny old babe."
Tim smiled at her. "You drained me pretty well tonight, but that's definitely an offer I'll take you up on in the future."
He didn't spend every night from then on with Irene -- sometimes only being with her from noon to 8, like his assignment specified -- but they did spend several nights per week together in her bed. And he kept his assignment with the GVF for eight months and four days past his 21st birthday, when he woke up after a night with Irene to find out that she had peacefully passed away in her sleep.
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Le Français Pt. 11
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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 commissioned by the fantastic ThL!
In this chapter you can expect important conversations.
Marc and Sinead deal with the fallout after the Poker Tournament, both for the investigation and personally.
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Chapter 75
"It's done!" Victor shouted, waving off Liam.
The Irishman was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog, demanding to get at Marc, but the skinny Italian was holding him back.
Marc, meanwhile, was leaning against one of the metal I-beam support pillars twenty feet away as Sinead grimaced at him with a concerned frown and ran her fingers along his jaw, testing it. "You fucking idiot," she murmured to him.
"Now we know where the money is coming from," Marc murmured back, catching her wrists in his hands and lowering them as he looked into her eyes.
"He could have done serious damage, Marc," Sinead whispered. "Now he wants to
kill
you."
Liam had rolled out of the way of the flying knee and the fight had become a scramble of thrown punches and elbows. The key was that it had been happening in the broken remains of the tall, slender crate that Marc's knee had busted through.
Neither man had gotten the upper hand when they'd both been grabbed and dragged away from each other and the busted crates. Victor had tried to hide his horror at the potential damage to his goods - it looked like there were antiques of some sort, packed in straw.
"I had him," Marc said with more confidence than he necessarily felt. Then he let go of her wrists and brushed a thumb over her cheek. "
Tu vaux bien quelques bleus, ma petite rebelle.
"
"Marc," she sighed, hearing the tone in his voice without knowing what he was saying.
Victor was apparently attempting to throw the skinny Italian man out with Liam in the most polite way possible. The Irishman was still irate despite his bloody nose and chipped tooth, or maybe because of them. Marc had gotten a couple of good, clean strikes with his elbows. Not exactly Karate that his old Master would have been proud of, but it had been working.
"We should have gotten out of here before them," Sinead murmured. "They could just wait outside for us."
"Then we stay for drinks," Marc said. "And enjoy the hospitality of the host. And when their boss is done with his card game, we leave with him." He could practically
feel
the argument bubbling inside of her, but he pulled her hands to the buttons of his shirt. She'd put it on him but it was still undone. "Please," he requested.
She grimaced but started doing them up while he took a breath and then lifted a foot to slide his shoes back on.
"Marc," Victor said, finally coming over to the pair - half of the small crowd had already headed back up to the parlour room, and the other half were on their way now that the after-fight show was finished. The middleman looked frazzled, and his eyes were drifting over to the broken crates in concern before he brought his attention back forward. "Look, man, that was... Fuck."
"Please, Victor," Marc said, holding up a hand. "I do not blame you for that at all. I'm just sorry it disturbed your event, and I hope your merchandise over there isn't too badly roughed up."
"I... well, let's hope," Victor sighed. "It might not be a good idea for you two to leave for a while."
"Sinead was just thinking the same thing," Marc said, sliding a hand onto the small of her back. "We will rejoin the party upstairs for a drink or two, if that is alright with you?"
"Right, right," Victor said, then blew out a breath and looked over at the antiques again. "Right."
Translations
- Tu vaux bien quelques bleus, ma petite rebelle. = You're worth a few bruises, my little rebel.
Chapter 76
"Stolen?" Sinead wondered out loud, tapping her pen against her desk.
The night, overall, had been a disaster. Marc had surprised her with
another
undercover operation, even if what they did before that was pretty fantastic. She'd rubbed shoulders with escorts, sports celebrities, minor politicians and a bigger variety of criminals than she'd ever seen in one place other than behind bars.
Victor Barisha, no matter the fact that he was a slimeball weasel, was a lot better connected than she would have even guessed. She was... 90% sure he wasn't
le Français,
but if she could nail him on a big enough charge he could probably sing about all sorts of interesting criminal enterprises for a big enough deal.
The key were the antiques. She and Marc hadn't gotten a very good look at them, but they definitely hadn't been North American, and her gut said they weren't European either. North African, or maybe from somewhere in the Middle East. Her gut also said
they
were what was valuable, not something hidden inside them - if he'd been worried about drugs, he wouldn't care so much about some potential cosmetic damage.
So what antiques needed to be smuggled overseas, shipped down the St Lawrence and into the Great Lakes? From Lake Ontario and the Toronto ports, someone could ship stuff by boat and through the locks to Buffalo, Detroit, Chicago. Milwaukee. Toledo. Cleveland. The list went on and on, and that was just considering if they were the final stop and not just another leg to get deeper into the US.
For them to need to be smuggled, Sinead surmised, the antiques either had to be so valuable that someone didn't want to pay taxes on their purchase, or there was something illegal about them. Sure, they could be made of an illegal substance like ivory, or
maybe
be some sort of an illegal object, but they were most likely stolen from someone, somewhere.
"You look like you're a dog who caught a rabbit and doesn't know what to do with it now," Jules said as she came back into the empty 'Financial Forensics' office and set down the fresh cup of coffee on Sinead's desk.
"Just... thinking," Sinead said.
"How hard?" Jules smirked. "Am I going to start seeing steam come out of your ears?"
Sinead rolled her eyes. "Alright, hypothetical situation for now - I suspect someone is smuggling antique goods into the country, and I'm fairly certain I know the general
how,
but not the exact what. How do I get a warrant for the place I know they are at so I can get a proper look at them?"
Jules blew out a breath and shook her head as she sat down, kicking her feet up onto the edge of the desk she'd appropriated while she was working in the office. "Do you have any evidence?"
"Eyewitness testimony that it's there, but not what," Sinead said. "... And the testimony is from someone who might be considered compromised if it gets dug into."
"Sinead, what the fuck did Marc do?" Jules asked.
"I- He- Nothing."
Jules raised both eyebrows. "I-He-Nothing," she mocked. "Did you go stake out that warehouse again, just with Marc this time?"
"... No," Sinead said.
"Did you break in?"
"No!"
"But you
went
in," Jules guessed.
Sinead gestured haphazardly, trying to find the words that could deflect the accusation but not finding them. "Victor invited Marc to a poker game," she finally admitted. "Marc brought me as his 'arm candy' undercover."
"And you didn't tell me?" Jules scowled. "I could have been there as backup!"
"I didn't know we were going there until we were already there," Sinead said.
Jules narrowed her eyes suspiciously, and Sinead knew she'd put her foot in her own mouth. "What were you doing driving around with Marc
before
you knew?"
"I... would prefer not to say?"
"Sinead!" Jules said, sitting up and pounding the top of her desk. "He's our fucking not-quite-a-CI! You can't sleep with him!"
"We haven't slept together," Sinead said. "No sex has occurred." Not that she hadn't wanted it to. She'd been kind of expecting sex at the end of the Poker night. The fight had helped sober her quickly, but they'd stayed for another couple of drinks - she'd realised later that he'd only had one glass of wine to her two. At the end of the night, after the poker game had ended and Marc had been the talk of the bar for a few hours, Marc had quietly spoken with the hairy Italian guy and came to some sort of understanding as they shook hands. Victor had apologised again to Marc, promising to meet him in the morning. After that, Marc had driven her back to his place, but instead of escorting her up to his apartment, he'd called her a taxi.
That had been a kick in the cunt. Despite all his stupid decisions that night, she'd been fucking
dripping
for more of him. His stupid heroics, his stoic control, and even the way he interacted with the other poker players, had all been fucking
hot.
Even him reaching into his suit jacket pocket and finding a card with that blonde bimbo Rachel's phone number on it, and casually making a threesome joke before tossing it away, had been hot. Sinead had been imagining him fucking her on every damn surface of his apartment. And instead, she was sent home cold, horny and full of more questions.
And she didn't even complain about it, because he was in charge. That's what she'd agreed to.
It was killing her, just a little bit, but also turning her on.
"Fuck, Sinead," Jules said, burying her face in her hands. "Fuck, you
want
to, though."
"Want is different than will," she lied.
"God fucking damn it," Jules groaned. She leaned back in her desk chair and looked up at the old, dirty drop ceiling tiles above them. "Is this why you don't want Marc as an official CI?"
"No, that's all him," Sinead said. "You talked with him, you know he's willing to help out but doesn't want to ruin his business to do it. And it's not like we had leverage on him."
"Right," Jules grunted. "OK, so what
actually
happened that night? Just between us. Then we can figure out what's
actually
usable, and what we have to sit on like a fucking butt plug because your horny ass can't just go get laid like a normal fucking person."
So Sinead told her... most of it. About the 'dates' with Marc, and being undercover with Victor. About the poker game, and the fight, and the crates. She kept back the dirty stuff, though. The BDSM talks. The oral. The gifts - God, the gifts might have been the worst part, procedurally, since they could be considered bribes. She kept all of that to herself because it belonged to her. They were her choices.
And she was trying to choose both her work
and
Marc, because for once in her life she'd found something other than work that she
wanted.
And she was going to try and hold onto them both.
Chapter 77
He had about three minutes of quiet before there was another knock on his office door. Marc looked up from his computer and suppressed his grimace, putting on a magnanimous smile instead as he stood up and went to the door.
"Gregory," he said. "
Bonjour.
I had a feeling I would be getting a visit from my favourite member of the Board today."
"Marc," Gregory Stanhope said as he took the invitation in, patting Marc on the shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
"About how I look, I expect," Marc said, closing the door and gesturing that they could sit in the chairs as opposed to facing off over the desk. Both men took their seats, Gregory with the bit of grumble that came with being a man of his age.
"Was that Victor I saw leaving your lobby?" Gregory asked once they were settled. "Honestly, Marc, I know we give you about as much latitude as a man could ask for in this business, but Victor as a client?"
"Ah,
oui,
yes, I understand," Marc said. As soon as he'd seen Gregory at the game, he'd known this conversation would need to happen. Victor being here moments before only increased the need. "Before I answer that, perhaps you could... assuage my own thoughts, Gregory. How did you know about the poker game on Saturday and get your invitation?"
"Friend of a friend situation," Gregory said. Then his eyes widened a little. "Oh, you're worrying the same things about me that I am about you."
"Quite possibly," Marc said with a little smile. "What... sort of man would you consider the 'friend of a friend' who got you that invitation?"
"Fairweather, occasionally interesting, and not that trustworthy when it would matter," Gregory said. "I'd throw him a lifeline if he fell off a boat into the lake, but I wouldn't dive in after him by any means."
"Mmm," Marc nodded. "And your impression of Victor?"
"Exactly what he appeared to be, I should think," Gregory said. "A lowbrow gangster running a poker game in a warehouse. What do
you
think of him?"
"I think he's a more dangerous man than you might suspect
because
he is a lowbrow gangster running a poker game in a warehouse that attracts men like you and I to have a reason to rub elbows with some of the other men and women there."
"Mm," Gregory grunted.
Marc took in a breath and let it out, making a decision. "Victor is not a client of the firm," he said. "I've... made the
appearance
of agreeing to do some off-the-books work for him. Call it a personal financial audit. But
because
he is... who he is, there are no contracts. And, I'm trusting you with this, Gregory - I am passing along everything I learn about his operation to the police."
Gregory nodded with an understanding look, then frowned as his brow furrowed. "That's the right thing to do, Marc, but-"
"My reputation, yes," Marc said. "And the firm's. I understand. I have an understanding with the detective I am working with on this - I will never be named in an official document or asked to testify. The information I find and pass to them will not be admissible in court, but gives them a place to start looking."
"That must be highly irregular," Gregory chuckled, his concern abating. "How did you get them to go along with that?"
"Well, you've met the Detective already," Marc smiled softly.
"Have I?" Gregory asked.
"My friend Sinead, from the game."
His eyebrows went up. "Ah! That explains so much, then. I
had
been wondering about Felicity."
"Felicity and I are still on our usual terms," Marc said. "The Detective was on my arm so she could get a look into the operation. I assure you, Gregory, I am not in league with the likes of Victor Barisha, and I am doing everything in my power to not tarnish mine or the firm's reputation."
"I didn't doubt it, Marc," Gregory said, waving dismissively. "But you know I had to ask."
"I understand," Marc nodded. "And about the
other
event of that evening..."
"No need to explain, other than to tell me you're going to be more careful in the future," Gregory said. "The last thing we need is that dazzling brain of yours getting dashed on a concrete floor. Even if it is for the honour of a gorgeous woman."
"I'll be more careful," Marc smirked. "I wouldn't want the bottom line of the firm to be impacted by any future concussions or brain bleeds I may have."
"Good!" Gregory chuckled. "Then I have something different to ask you. How would you like to come over tomorrow night for a game of Baccarat? Are you familiar? It's supposedly one of the big games in Vegas and other casino locations for 'whale' players such as ourselves, and Andrea needs practice. I'll host the friendly game, and I've found a dealer to hire in. Bring Felicity, we'll make an evening of it."
"I'm sure she'll be thrilled for the invitation," Marc said, standing up and offering the man his hand. "See you then?"
Gregory took his hand and shook it firmly. "Absolutely."
Chapter 78
"Marc!" Felicity gasped.
"Shhh," Marc hushed her, catching the busty blonde's hands as she reached to touch his bruised ribs. "It's fine."
"No, it is certainly
not
fine," Felicity said, shooting him a concerned look with her brow furrowed tightly. She was utterly adorable, giving him that look, but he knew that she was more than just an adorable face.
"There were some... issues at the poker event," Marc said. "Issues that I had to handle."
"She got you into a fight?" Felicity scowled.
"To be fair,
ma petite fée,
the fight was not her fault." Marc let go of Felicity's wrists and carefully guided her hand to the bruising, letting her press her hand against it. They were supposed to go out for dinner and then come back to his apartment for their usual fun, but Marc had decided that after the events of Saturday evening, and the long day of work recovering, he would order in instead. "The Detective was, in fact, quite cross with me for feeling that I needed to handle the issue instead of letting her handle the man in question."
"Oh, Marc," Felicity sighed, feeling the warmth of the bruise and looking into his eyes. "Chivalry never died, it just took a trip to France and decided to stay there for a while, didn't it?"
Marc smirked a little. "Chivalry was
born
in France,
ma petite fée.
Somehow the English have convinced the world that they were the birthplace of knights, just like so many other things."
"Lay on the couch," she ordered, moving her hands up to start stripping his dress shirt off the rest of the way. She'd been waiting for him when he got home from work, having let herself in, and had been working on her thesis until she had put it aside as soon as he'd entered. It had been the wince of pain as she hugged and kissed him that had tipped her off.
Marc sighed, but let her boss him around as she stripped him down to his briefs and then had him lay down. Sometimes a little role reversal, in small ways, only highlighted their desired roles when they flipped back.
Felicity didn't remain clothed for long. She quickly stripped off her knit sweater to reveal her wonderful curves and the bright red lingerie bra that was managing to contain her bust. Her tight jeans went next, revealing the matching panties. He'd bought them for her a year ago - at this point, her entire underwear drawer at home
and
at his apartment were entirely Marc-purchased lingerie. Properly attired, she sauntered to the kitchen, knowing he would be watching her ass, and pulled out the jar of coconut oil and came back with it. She mounted him carefully, settling her butt down on his thighs, and then ran her hands up his back.
"If it had been me there, instead of the Detective," she murmured. "What would have happened?"
"I don't know if anything would have been different," Marc said. "Not the way the events occurred."
"She didn't lead the man on or anything?" Felicity asked. "Maybe trying to get him to reveal some nugget of information she could use?"
"No, Felicity," Marc said softly. "The Detective was 'on duty' so to speak, but not trying to rush things or take risks. She made it clear she was not receptive to the man, and several hours later he pushed things again. If it had been you,
perhaps
you would have manoeuvred yourself to stay closer to me while I was in the card game, but that may not have even mattered."
"Mm," Felicity hummed, opening the jar of coconut oil and starting to rub some of the gel into her palms, warming it up.
"And if he'd tried with you what he tried with the Detective, the fight would have been different," Marc said. "I would not have used it to discover more about the host, and I would have been perhaps a little more emotional."
"Emotional?" Felicity asked quietly as she pressed her hands to his lower back and started to massage him.
"You are a beautiful, capable woman,
ma petite fée.
With many skills, and an intelligence that is as pointed as my own, just in a different area," Marc said. "Sinead has
different
skills. Self-defence being one of them. I was not so
worried
about him touching her because he was
touching
her, but because of what her reaction would be. I fought because he touched her, but I was not
angry.
With you, I would have been angry."
She sighed softly, sliding her hands up his back. "Oh, Marc," she said.
The massage lasted a while, and at some point, she disposed of her bra and her big, pillowy breasts pressed against his back and she kissed and nibbled on his neck. When she asked him to turn over he did, and she sat on his stiff cock, their underwear between them, and slowly ground her pussy against his stiffness as she massaged his front. Once her hands had rubbed the oil into every square inch of his torso, she leaned back down and pressed her tits to his chest as she started to slowly make out with him.
They were only interrupted by the knock at the door.
"The food," Marc said.
Felicity sat up, a little smile on her face. "Should I answer the door like this?"
"It would be the greatest tip they ever got," Marc chuckled, sitting up with her and palming her now oily breasts, giving them a loving squeeze. "But you're
mine
tonight,
ma petite fée. Rien qu'à moi et à personne d'autre.
"
She kissed him, and Marc kissed her back firmly before encouraging her to dismount from his legs so he could stand and rush upstairs for a robe. First, dinner. Then he would remind her that
he
was the one who gave orders in his house. And she would laugh, and bite her lip, and do exactly as she was told with a joy in her eyes.
It would be a good night.
Translations
- Rien qu'à moi et à personne d'autre. = Just me and no one else.
Chapter 79
Sinead hated that she was nervous.
Again.
And this time it wasn't the kind of nervousness that had butterflies fluttering between her gut and her cunt because Marc was scary and sexy and she was turned on. This time she was nervous because as she waited for him, Jules was next to her in the coffee shop and Sinead dreaded that Jules was going to
see
something. Catch on to Sinead's secrets. The things she wasn't telling her best friend.
If anyone would notice that Sinead acted differently around Marc, it would be Jules.
So she couldn't. And yet, she sort of felt like she had to.
Marc was in control, and he'd made it clear he didn't like the idea of a brat being in... whatever they were calling the thing between them. But what was considered
bratty
when it wasn't a BDSM thing? What if she wasn't being bratty, she was just being a cop and a detective, but he felt like something she said or did was bratty?
"Sinead, what the fuck?" Jules asked quietly, setting down her coffee and giving Sinead's foot a hard enough nudge that the bouncing leg slipped off of where she'd crossed it at her knee.
"Sorry," Sinead said, readjusting in her seat. "Probably didn't need this cup of coffee."
"I told you to get tea," Jules rolled her eyes.
"Tea might as well be water filtered through a handful of dirt."
"Because coffee beans are
so
much more refined."
"You drink coffee too," Sinead countered.
"Next time get tea so you aren't bouncing off the fucking walls. God, you're gonna need to pee as soon as we get back in the car, aren't you?"
"Shut up," Sinead sighed. The door to the coffee shop opened and she glanced over, but it wasn't him.
"Is he usually this late?" Jules asked.
"No," Sinead said. "Usually he's pretty prompt, even when he says he's running late. I think it's a European thing or something."
"I thought the French were known for being sort of lax on promptness?" Julia snorted.
"OK, maybe it's just a Marc thing," Sinead shrugged. "Or, like, an 'I make a shitload of money because I'm smart as fuck and super structured in how I do things' thing."
"Sounds like he has a stick up his ass to me," Jules said. "Though I guess he wasn't like that when we had dinner at your place." Then she smirked and snickered. "What if you're all hot for him, and it turns out he's into getting pegged or something? All that sexual tension and suaveness and he wants you to grab a dildo and-"
"Fuck off," Sinead sighed, very aware that Marc was the exact fucking opposite of
that,
then sat up as she saw Marc through the front window. "He's here."
"Calm your tits," Jules murmured with another smirk, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Twat," Sinead murmured back, then tried not to smile as Marc finished brushing the snow from his coat and strode through the seating area of the coffee shop and approached their table.
"Detectives," he said with that fucking smile of his as he nodded to them and swept off his coat, folding it neatly once and hanging it over the free chair at their table. "A moment, if you please. Can I get you anything while I order?"
"We're good," Jules said.
Marc looked to Sinead.
"We're good," she confirmed.
Marc nodded and went to the counter to make an order, and Sinead could tell immediately that he was being his smooth-talking self as the older woman behind the counter gave him a warm look and started bantering with him.
"OK, he's hot," Jules sighed. "You're still on thin fuckin' ice."
"Fuck off," Sinead sighed, shaking her head. She wasn't sure what was worse, Jules knowing just enough to torture her like this with her little barbs, or Jules not knowing before and flirting with him in her apartment.
Marc came back carrying his coffee with a ceramic cup and saucer - a fucking cup and saucer when everyone else in the place had basic cardboard takeaway cups. And he had a croissant on a plate, buttered neatly.
As soon as she saw the croissant, Sinead regretted not ordering one. Or a doughnut.
"I apologise for the delay, Detectives," Marc said as he set his plate and saucer down and pulled out his chair, adjusting how his coat hung on it before taking his seat. "It was not my intent to keep either of you lovely ladies waiting on my account."
"It's fine, Marc," Jules said, leaning back in her chair and eyeing him over a bit. Sinead wasn't sure if she was doing it because she was doing another round of judging him, or just to bug Sinead. Either one was equally likely.
"Thank you for coming," Sinead said. "I know we could have met at your office, but this seemed... more appropriate."
Marc lifted an eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee, then set it down on the saucer neatly. "Is this meant to be a
clandestine
meeting?"
"...Sort of," Sinead said.
"More yes than no," Jules said, leaning forward in her seat. Sinead took a second glance at her friend and partner - had Jules unbuttoned an extra button on purpose, or had it just slipped? It wouldn't have been the first time for either. "Look, Marc, I get that you and Sinead had your arrangement with you helping her sort through financial documents and such, but I didn't realise you were... Fuck it. I didn't realise you were 'going undercover' with her. That's super dangerous."
"Ah, Julia," Marc said with one of those fucking smiles of his. "Please, providing Sinead with an unobtrusive escort into locations that would otherwise be more difficult for her to access is my pleasure."
Jules gave him a deadpan look. "Yeah, sure."
Marc sighed, cocking his head slightly. "Detective, I would be happy to provide you with a similar excursion. I'm sure Sinead would vouch for my proficiency as an undercover partner."
"Marc," Sinead groaned. "Just... stop talking."
Jules snorted and Marc gave her another one of those grins.
"Look," Jules said, lowering her voice a little more as she leaned into the table between them. "I'm not saying what you've helped us uncover so far isn't helpful, but every time you get involved and things aren't done by the books it makes things more
complicated.
You know this, Sinead knows this. At this point, things have gotten so fucking complicated that the little knot you two have tied is going to take some serious unpicking to make any of it workable."
"It sounds like you've already come to a decision on how that 'unpicking' needs to occur, Detective," Marc said with a little smirk. He glanced at Sinead. "Sometimes it
is
helpful to get a third, outside perspective on things."
Sinead felt her eyes widen just slightly, reading the unspoken question in his eyes.
Does Jules know?
Marc was asking.
NO,
she silently screamed back, hoping he would get the message without Jules catching on.
"Well, that's me, the third perspective," Jules said, almost but not quite rolling her eyes. "And yeah, we worked out what needs to happen. I
get
why you're refusing to be an official informant, Marc, but it's really fucking us here - none of the financial documents you've got us are admissible in court, which means nothing we find out following them without being able to show another way we discovered the info is rotten too. And since you don't want to be named or testify, that means every time you do something with Sinead it's pretty much useless too. So your whole thing with the cards and finding out about the smuggling? So far it's totally useless to us."
"I appreciate the dire picture that you have painted for me, Detective Xu, but I sense you're coming to the climactic declaration of this midday meeting?" Marc asked. He'd been taking small bites of his croissant throughout the chat and now he gestured with the tail end of it. "In other words, perhaps you should get to the point?"
"We need actionable information, Marc," Sinead sighed. "Something one step removed from Victor so that everything we've done so far can be plausible happenstance. Something that Jules can chase down separate from me, because Victor knows my face now and that it's tied to you. I can't show up in court or he'll know you're involved, and that'll roll downhill. So we need to figure out what those antiques were, where they are now, or even better where they are going and how. If we can find out
what
and
where
then Jules can set up a plausible discovery of them, which can lead to us getting a warrant to dig up everything else we already know about from your work."
"I see," Marc said, looking back and forth between Sinead and Jules. He was leaning back now, and Sinead's training told her he'd settled into a power position. Open body language, feeling unthreatened and dominant. Feeling in control.
Before, it would have gotten Sinead's back up to see him like that. Not
him,
but someone standing between her and what she needed for a case. Someone she was going to need to cajole, intimidate or otherwise manoeuvre into doing what she wanted.
Now, because it was Marc, because of everything between them, Sinead felt her pussy start getting wet.
Sinead knew that Marc, in control, in a position to make demands, meant that she would be paying a larger price than before. And
that
meant that she might finally get the fucking that she'd been craving from him.
God, I'm fucked up,
she thought to herself. And yet she couldn't help it.
"If you're about to ask what's in it for you, I'm going to seriously consider taking a key to your probably very expensive car," Jules said dryly.
"Not at all, Detective," Marc said. "No, I'm very happy with the current arrangement we have going. In fact, I would say that I have very few complaints at all. Other than the business with the legalities of the information, would you disagree, Sinead?"
"No," Sinead said quickly. "No, I'm happy with the terms of our... agreement."
"What do you think of helping us get this straightened out then?" Jules asked.
"I think it will take some careful execution, but I can likely figure something out," Marc said. "Though I may only be able to discover what, where
or
when, not all three."
"Whatever you can get for us, we'll make it work," Sinead assured him.
"Where and when are more important than what," Jules added. "We can figure out the What once we have the suspicious cargo in custody. We need to catch it before we can tag it."
"Understood, Detective," Marc nodded, taking a final sip of his coffee and setting it down on his saucer. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I do need to get back downtown. While I will always appreciate a visit with a pair of beautiful women, and my two favourite Detectives, I
am
expected to be available to my paying clients.
En avons-nous fini très chères?
"
He shook each of their hands, acting like the smarmy French bastard he was and kissing their knuckles before sweeping his coat on and giving them one more nod before leaving.
"God, that's corny and shouldn't be attractive," Jules said as he stepped out the door of the coffee shop and back into the snow. "But somehow he makes it work."
"I know," Sinead grumbled. She hated the fact that she loved it.
"Do you?" Jules asked her with a sly smirk. "Do you know?"
"Fuck off," Sinead sighed.
Translations
- En avons-nous fini très chères? = Are we done, dear ones?
Chapter 80
'I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up.'
Marc sighed as he checked his phone and saw the text from Sinead. He wasn't sure if he'd put up too much of a front or not with Jules in the meeting. The truth of the matter was, on this sort of a day in Toronto even the Finance world started to slow down as the weather plastered the streets with slush and thick snow. It was like the mood in every office across the city shifted, the heavier the coating of snow. And a late February snow could be
thick
due to nearby Lake Ontario.
Making the trip out to the coffee shop the Detectives had chosen had taken some time, but it was time Marc could easily spare. More than half of his employees were working from home for the day, there weren't any deadlines approaching until the end of next week, and it wasn't exactly the time of year to be aggressively hunting for new clients or projects - that season would come soon enough, not that Marc was the one to go hunting for them at this point. His sorts of projects came looking for him, these days.
'It was no problem at all, Detective,'
Marc texted back.
'It was good to see you and Julia working together again.'
'Are we good?'
Sinead asked quickly.
Marc looked at the message and decided to let her stew for a few minutes. She'd responded immediately, which told him this, or her next question, was what she really wanted to talk about. Her apology had been a pretext. He turned back to his computer, finishing his email of items for Jillian to check up on for him, before considering how to respond to Sinead.
'We should talk about expectations, ma petite rebelle,'
Marc texted her.
'I assumed I would owe you,'
she responded a few minutes later, though Marc only glanced at the text since Jillian had come down to his office to follow up on a couple of items rather than them trading emails back and forth. She really was excellent at her job. Marc made a note to make a reservation for her and her partner somewhere nice next week. He'd pay her the same, or better, than some of his other staff if it wouldn't have raised flags with the greater HR machine of the company - she was more valuable than half of them by far.
Once Jillian had strutted back out of his office, shooting him a knowing smirk as she closed his office door that had him wondering if maybe she had somehow figured out how to clone his phone so she could read his texts, Marc responded to Sinead again.
'Assumptions are dangerous, Detective. What did you assume I would be owed?'
Her next response didn't come for a good twenty minutes, but when it did it came in the form of a picture. He was a little surprised she'd gone this far, but then they'd done much more risque things now than this.
Sinead was in a bathroom stall, likely at work, and her slacks were down around her thighs as she took a picture of her cute, pale ass. Her buttplug was perfectly seated between her cheeks, and her vagina was slightly flushed with arousal.
'We'll see,'
Marc replied, smirking to himself. That had been a backhanded request if ever he'd received one. He knew he was stretching things out with the redhead, but now that the game had progressed to explicit consent, the anticipation was delicious and there would only ever be one
first time.
He also knew that he was torturing her with a comment like that.
'Tonight?'
she asked.
Now she wasn't even trying to be demure.
'I would, ma petite rebelle, but I am otherwise engaged tonight. I will let you know when.'
'Thank you.'
He knew she didn't mean it. That was a 'Fuck' sort of thank you if he'd ever read one. He smirked a little, glancing at it one more time before setting his phone down and getting to work. He really was otherwise engaged for the night, and the Detective
had
summoned him to a meeting even if it had been more because of Jules than her own demand.
Chapter 81
Felicity leaned over the centre console of the car, kissing Marc's shoulder. He was just parking out in front of Gregory Stanhope's absolute mansion of a house in the Bridle Path neighbourhood of the city, northeast of downtown. Marc had once heard of the neighbourhood being called 'Millionaire's Row' by a Real Estate agent, and that might have been true at one point but with the overpopulation of the city and the skyrocketing real estate prices it was probably more like 'multi-millionaires row' at that point.
Of course, Gregory certainly qualified for that title, sitting on the boards of several highly profitable companies as he did.
Marc turned to Felicity and found her smiling at him as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Her eyes, bright and glittering from the house lights, were mirroring her smile.
"What is it,
ma petite fée?
" he asked, taking her hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. They were both wearing gloves, his leather driving gloves and hers fashionable long suede gloves to match the coat he'd given her the previous winter.
"I'm just really happy," she said, a little wistfully.
"I'm very happy you're here too," Marc replied, leaning in and giving her a gentle kiss. He could feel her continue smiling.
He got out of the car and went around to open the door for her, helping her up and out since she was wearing heels that he'd chosen for her to match her dress. They were entirely unsuitable for the weather, but she looked fantastic. Then, with her on his arm, they walked across the cleared driveway and up the steps to the front door.
"Do we know who else is expected?" Felicity asked.
"Only Gregory and his daughter Andrea," Marc said. "But I'm sure it will be a selection of the regular rogue's gallery."
She flashed him another smile, this one more of a smirk, as they reached the door and he thumbed the doorbell. "The fact that you still consider your friends a 'rogue's gallery' tells me that you're still a lovable little boy at heart, darling."
Marc chuckled and let his eyes drift down from her face to her cleavage, which was peaking delightfully from the top of her coat. "Well, if that's the case, then this lovable little boy is easily distracted."
That made Felicity laugh, and it was perfect timing as the door opened and Gregory, clad in a wool knit sweater, slacks and house slippers broke into a chuckle of his own because the blonde's smile and laugh were often infectious.
"Felicity, my dear," Gregory said, offering his hands and helping her up the stoop and into the house. "It's so good to see you!"
"Oh, it's been too long, Greg," Felicity said, sweeping him into a hug.
"Marc," Gregory grinned, offering his hand for a firm shake. "Glad you could make it."
Their coats were taken and hung up, Gregory made the appropriate 'Oohs' and 'Aahs' over Felicity's dress without going overboard, and he led them deeper into the house to his parlour. The regular furniture had been rearranged and a couple of the couches moved somewhere else in the house to make room for a big card table that would have fit fairly easily onto a casino floor. When men of Gregory's means decided to host a party to do something like help their daughter learn a mildly obscure card game, they rented a professional table and hired a professional dealer. That dealer was a pretty black woman, her curly hair neatly tucked back and her glasses giving her a 'nerd chic' look while her crisply buttoned blouse had its sleeves rolled up. This, of course, was to provide a dramatic frame for her hands as she did shuffling tricks for the amusement of some of the guests.
The display was interrupted by Marc and Felicity's entrance, and Joan Stanhope immediately abandoned her awe of the card tricks as she swept across the room, beaming in delight. "Felicity," Gregory's latest wife said, spreading her arms as if she were going to pick Felicity up and fly off with her. "Darling, it's been so long!"
"Joan," Felicity said, the warmth in her voice as she hugged the other woman back hiding the mild disdain she actually held for her. She'd told Marc before the problem wasn't technically Joan herself, more just the position that the woman had put herself in. Felicity was friends with Melissa, Greg's third wife who he was still with when Marc had started bringing her to functions and introducing himself as her escort for the evening. She was also friends with Wendy, who she hadn't known while Greg was married to her, but who was still very active in the philanthropic and art scene in the city. Being friends with
two
of Gregory's ex-wives, and Joan being something of a pretty airhead, meant that Felicity had to put in just a touch of effort to be her utterly pleasant, completely engaged self.
It also didn't help that Joan was twenty-three, younger than both of Greg's two eldest children, and Felicity
swore
that the woman had been in one of the big first-year university courses she'd TA'd for while she was doing her Masters degree. She hadn't been able to find any proof of that (she'd been mostly interested to know if the woman had written a solid essay or not), but the weird feeling was still there that she was simply
too young
for Greg.
The only saving grace was that Andrea, Greg's youngest, the only Stanhope heir living at home, and the focus of the evening, had developed a good relationship with her new 'stepmother.'
It took moments for Felicity to be getting led off by Joan, and Marc smiled a little as Felicity clung to his fingers for just a moment and looked back at him with that same warm smile, but a playful little,
'No, don't let me go!'
tease in her eyes before she laughed and followed Joan. Marc had already spotted Lucia Randolph in a conversation across the room, and they'd traded friendly nods, so he knew Felicity wouldn't be getting tired of the gathering any time soon. Lucia was more his date's speed, a fellow academic though she'd made the transition to the private sector a few years ago.
"How are things, Marc?" Gregory asked, gesturing over towards the fully serviced bar on one end of the parlour. Marc nodded and followed, knowing Gregory had some whiskey or scotch in mind for him to try. He always did.
"Things are stable, Gregory," Marc said, patting the older man on the shoulder. "Which is exactly what we hope for, this time of year."
"Too true, too true," Gregory chuckled.
It was Scotch this time, from some corner of Scotland Marc had never heard of. Gregory's passion, beyond making money and women who were too young for him, was sharing the little 'liquid gems' he found as he travelled. And he had the fully renovated Tasting cellar to prove it in the basement. They didn't get that far from the small party, though, and it was only a few minutes of chit-chat before the final guests arrived; Paul and Penny Ballinger, old money socialites that edged closer to Gregory's age than Marc's.
With all the guests, playing or not, arrived, Gregory called everyone to the table and the dealer explained the rules of Baccarat for the uninitiated, which was most of them. Marc knew of the game but paid attention to remind himself of the rules, which then reminded him why he didn't pay much attention to the game anyway. Unlike poker or even blackjack, Baccarat wasn't really a game of skill. It also really wasn't a game you would want to play anywhere other than a Casino. There were only ever two hands, the 'Player' and the 'Dealer,' and you had to place your bet for which would get closest to nine points without ever seeing a card. That was the
only
decision point for the player, everything else had a strict set of rules for when each hand received another card or not, all managed by the dealer.
Marc's mind immediately spotted the obvious way to 'win' at the game - always bet Player (since betting Dealer usually came with a small cut to the Casino on a win), and if you lost, double your bet over and over until you won. You could, in a vacuum without other factors and enough resources to make it happen, make it statistically unlikely to ever 'lose' in the long run. Of course, a Casino could screw with those efforts, the most obvious being putting betting caps on someone. If you weren't
allowed
to double your bet over a certain amount, you couldn't make back the amount you had already lost.
But all of that made the game both an excellent social game that someone could barely pay attention to, but also an utter bore if you weren't playing against the House because you were never competing in any meaningful way.
Marc started the evening as one of the eight players there was room for at the table, along with Gregory, Andrea, Paul Ballinger, and a few other guests. Andrea was taking the game seriously and Marc could immediately tell she was likely doing some form of counting cards, though he wasn't quite sure how effective that would be - he knew the basic maths behind counting cards for Blackjack, but wasn't sure how they translated when there were only ever two hands so the decks cycled much slower.
There was no money on the table, just chips and bragging rights, so Marc found himself making idle chat with whichever player was next to him for the first hour or so of the party, occasionally finding his drink had been refilled by a magnanimous Gregory as he puttered around doing his hosting duties. The man did love a good, old-fashioned party even if he was a frequent attendee of the more extravagant Fundraisers in the city.
Marc found himself distracted, though, over time. From both the game and the conversation.
Felicity was effortless as she moved through this world. She wasn't the thinnest, or the youngest, woman in the room. She wasn't the richest, the most accomplished. Didn't come from old money, or carve out her fortune. Yet she was... radiant. A star that others orbited around. Marc had never noticed that before. Felicity didn't just work the room, the room adjusted and worked for her. Whether it was by choice or by will, Marc watched her direct the flow of conversation partners like a police officer directing traffic, except she made it an art form. And she did it humbly, never stepping on Joan's toes as the hostess, never letting a hint of friction develop.
And, thinking about it, Marc couldn't remember a time she hadn't seemed this... poised. She'd been nervous, the first few times she'd donned a ballgown he'd bought her and took his arm as they stepped into a major fundraiser. And she certainly hadn't been a natural
leader
of the wealthy elite in her quiet way at first; it had taken time for that to happen. But it was that poise, that perfect balance of grace, good humour and friendly flirtatiousness that got them all on her side.
"What is it, dear?" Felicity asked. She'd caught him watching her and he'd left the game table, crossing the parlour to her. She'd slipped from her conversation effortlessly and met him partway, and smiled questioningly as Marc side-stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her gently and leaning down to press his lips to her ear.
"I was just admiring you,
ma petite fée,
" he murmured.
"You were?" she asked, turning and smiling at him again. "I don't know what you would need to admire, darling. You picked every piece of this outfit and were
very
thorough in making sure each piece was in its proper place."
Marc grinned, remembering how he had rained kisses, and spankings, over Felicity as she'd gotten ready for the evening. How he'd chosen her lingerie and the dress. Her jewellery. She loved that he enjoyed pampering her that way, and he loved that she delighted in receiving both soothing kisses and sharp, teasing slaps to the ass, thigh or breast. She'd had to change her panties before they ended up leaving.
"I admire you in
that
way often, Felicity," he said. "But just now? I was admiring the woman behind the beautiful face, and the body of a Goddess. I was simply admiring you.
Tu ne te rends pas compte à quel point tu illumines la pièce.
"
"Thank you," she said simply and brought up a hand to hold him still as she kissed him lightly. She kept it demure - they were at a salon party, after all - but it was more than a peck. It lingered. It spoke of the things that were more than envelopes and business deals and payment for services.
It spoke of more than the games that felt less and less like games between the two of them. Especially now that he was playing with Sinead.
"I'm going to miss this," Felicity said gently, leaning back against him as she revelled in being held in his arms. She was looking across the room at the game table where Andrea was in a teasing argument with Gregory, and the Ballingers were egging them both on.
"Miss it?" Marc asked in mild confusion.
"Eventually, dear," Felicity said, patting his hand. "When it's gone, I'll miss this. Everything ends eventually."
Marc wasn't sure he liked that thought.
Translations
- Tu ne te rends pas compte à quel point tu illumines la pièce. = You don't realize how much you light up the room.
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Mountain Vacation Ep. 02
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Taboo/Incest
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Honey, are you in there?
We both stopped and looked at each other with a terrified glance. We were fucked. I had thought it was my aunty going down on my cock, and I hadn't realized until it was too late, and my cousin (her daughter) had sat on my shaft.
I'd just finished unloading a blast of cum that was the result of some highly inappropriate actions at the top of a nearby mountain this morning with my aunty. She's not a blood relative, but through marriage. I thought she'd come to my tent in the middle of the night to finish off what we'd started. This is where the story got interesting. It turned out that my auntie's daughter (Harriet) had watched the whole event this morning from the safety of the tree line. She'd arranged the midnight liaison under the auspices of being her mother. She'd come in the dark of night and gone down on my thick cock without a word. She'd offered me her pussy to eat out while she inhaled my shaft. Then, just as she sat on my hard cock, she spoke for the first time. It was indeed my cousin. Not my aunty.
A trigger had been pulled, and I couldn't stop. We fucked like wild animals up until I'd lost a monstrous load of built-up sexual tension across the length of my tent, all over my naked cousin, including her face.
"Don't worry, I've got this." Harriet whispered to me as she wiped my cum off her face.
"No, Mom. It's not me in here. I'm asleep in my bedroom inside."
"Honey, are you OK?" came her mother's reply.
Winking at me, as she rubbed the cum on her body all over her tits and stomach, she spoke again.
"Seriously, I'm not here. If I were, I'd be fine."
"Do you want me to come in?" Jody queried once again.
Harriet whispered to me, "No, there's already enough cum in here," before saying to her mother, "Nah, all good."
"Ok, sweetie. Goodnight." Footsteps could be heard trapsing back up to the house.
"Jesus, we're fucked!" I said to my cousin.
"Why?" she replied. "Do you think Mom's going to tell anyone that I was in your tent?" "I saw what happened this morning. She knows what happened this morning. You know what happened this morning. We're fine. Anyway, she doesn't know what just happened."
Harriet finished cleaning herself up as best she could before donning her clothes and stealthily making her way back to her room upstairs in the main house.
The rest of that night was a mix of sleep like the dead combined with tossing and turning. The unlikely mix of sexual gratification unlike any I'd experienced prior, combined with the guilt of having your unbelievably hot cousin sit on your hard cock and you not stopping.
The next couple of days were a mix of awkward interactions between both me and my aunty and me and my cousin. There was still sexual tension between them, even though this was not shared. I'd wanted so desperately to fuck my hot aunty. We'd almost gotten there on that mountaintop. I was sure she wanted it to happen as well.
I'd tried to play it down in my head, but the visuals and memories of her in that outfit, undoing her buttons for me every time my arrogant uncle made some stupid statement, had gotten me and her wound up like a sexual typhoon.
A couple of uncomfortable days later, it was time for our traditional last formal meal together for the trip. This involved dressing reasonably formally and having a proper meal with dignified conversation and a few drinks.
I was sick of wondering if and how I was ever going to get an opportunity like I'd had a few days earlier again. So I threw caution to the wind and hatched a plan to see if there was a chance for this trip, or if this would go down as one of the biggest "nearly" of my life.
I simply reconstructed the same game, except this time, I was going to be the main executioner. Aunty Jody simply had to be present.
Just as we were all getting dressed for the dinner, I found a pen and scrawled a message on the front of one of the napkins: "Same rules apply. Wear something with buttons!" before tearing it off and folding it tightly into a small square.
As I passed by Jody, I covertly tucked it into her pocket. As she felt my finger tap her on the waist, her head jerked around to look at me. I simply gave her a subtle wink before carrying on with my job of setting the table before we adjourned to get dressed.
As I sat down at my place about fifteen minutes later, Harriet passed by me and set a small plate in front of me. As she brought her hands back, she dropped a small piece of paper in my lap, right on my crotch, so that it wouldn't fall out and roll on the ground. I slyly tucked it into a hip pocket to read later.
A moment later, my mother asked me to fetch a missing sauce from the kitchen. I was more than happy to oblige. As I was alone getting the requested condiment, I snatched the paper out and unwrapped it. It was the other half of the napkin I had used earlier. Scrawled on it was "Deal me in as well. My button is an inch of zipper instead. BTW, Mum doesn't know."
"What the fuck!" I thought to myself. Somehow Harriet had worked out what my plan was. She had also worked out how I had sent her mother the note, then gone to the effort of using the exact same napkin in some sort of poetic gesture.
So, Jody was wearing a formal business shirt with all the buttons done up, including the cuffs. Her collar was neatly pressed and turned down in a formal and altogether sexy, sleek look. She'd gotten the message and was definitely interested in playing.
Her daughter was wearing a full-body khaki jumpsuit with a zipper that ran from the waist up to the collar. As a sort of nod to modern fashion, it had a wide waistband sewn into the garment that could allow the wearer to tighten the fabric into a tight, form-fitting style around the hips and waist. Harriet had decided against this option, choosing to wear the garment as loose as possible, with the zipper fully closed, resting at her chin.
When we all sat at the table, I noticed that Harriet had quietly changed her seating position to be opposite me. She had also positioned the two biggest bodies between her and her mother. I assumed this was to ensure that Jody didn't see what was happening. We had my uncle and aunty, my parents, and my cousins Harriet and Tyler, as well as another family who were not related to us but had been family friends for years. They were our parents' age. All up, there were eight at the dinner table.
We sat.
My heart started to beat a little harder as I felt the starter's pistol go off in my head.
The conversation started as we all began to load our plates with the evening's offerings.
Seeing as though it was the last night on the break, I decided to bring up work when we all got back to normal life.
"So Neil (my uncle's name is Neil), what big stuff are you working on back in the office?"
"Oh," he replied, "we're just finishing off a big project that's been in the pipeline for a while now. It was going to shit until a few months ago."
I sensed my opportunity a lot earlier than I'd expected...
"Did you have to step in to get it over the line?" I just went straight for the jugular. I wanted to turn on my aunty. I wanted to turn on my cousin.
He went for the bait.
"Well, if I didn't, then the company would've lost millions." He continued on to explain in depth to all and sundry how he individually saved jobs, revenue, company standing, reputation, and all the other trimmings.
I didn't care for any of it. I was watching my aunty and my cousin using my peripheral vision. I wasn't looking at them, but they knew I was definitely looking at them. Well, Jody knew I was looking at her. Harriet knew I was looking at both.
I saw Jody move first. She lifted her left arm and undid her wrist cuff button. At that very moment, Neil made some statement that was an opening for me to shake my head in disbelief at the incompetence of some colleague or other of his.
"Oh, you're joking!" I said in reply to his statement, along with the associated shaking of my head. I kept shaking my head as I looked at Neil, then let my drift wander to my aunty, where I fixed her a stare as I continued. Our eyes met for a moment.
She subtly reached both arms below the tabletop and fiddled with something at her waist height. As she brought them back up, she also redid her cuff button. She'd opened the lowest button and done up the cuff.
In the corner of my view, I caught a glimpse of Harriet moving her arm. I looked to see her glide her index finger up her zipper and pause with her fingertip on its edge. She glanced over to me before slowly tipping the tab upwards to release the zip.
It slid down a couple of inches of its own accord. She subtly grabbed the lever and lifted the zip an inch before folding the tab back over to the locked side.
I'd had payment for my first arrogant uncle bingo.
Dinner continued, and alcohol flowed.
Discussion topics came and went. Sometimes I went for a long shot, hoping to coax an 'I' statement from Neil by talking with another person about something I knew he thought he was an expert on.
"Mum, was Dad ever any good at mathematics when you first met him?" Neil was apparently better. Button number two was undone. Inch number two of zipper was lowered.
Sensing another pissing contest between the older males in the room, I had another idea for a topic...
"Do you guys think key decisions are better made by committees or by a person who knows the feel of the project?
Neil thought the person was a better option. From his experience of himself, in any case.
Button number three, inch number three.
There were more eyes coming for me now. Jody had a slight twist in her smile. She knew what I was doing and was enjoying the delicate balance of conversation, white wine, and the sexiness of our game.
Harriet was all laughs with Tyler and me. She teased the others with her sense of humor and harmless banter but kept glancing over in my direction.
At one point, she stretched her hands over her head and brought her hands behind her own back. Quickly checking no one was watching, she grabbed her jumpsuit material and bunched it behind her back, tightening the fabric across her chest.
She stared at me as she pulled the fabric tight. It was obvious that she was getting hard nipples, as they stood out through the khaki fabric like a couple of bullets.
"Jesus, she isn't wearing a bra!" I thought to myself.
Oh, how amazing her bust looked for that momentary flash of time. I had a memory of our midnight liaison earlier in the week. How her tits had bounced as I ruthlessly pounded my cock into her depths. The thought of her mother's tongue on my cock on that mountaintophad me wound up tighter than a snare drum.
Now the game was on again, and I was more the player than Jody. Hopefully Neil wouldn't catch on. That'd be a disaster.
I'd successfully gotten my aunty to unbutton three of her shirt buttons. Without her knowledge, I had also had my cousin lower her full-length jumpsuit zipper three inches.
Jody had taken to taking longer moments to look in my direction. Outwardly, it would have looked like she was concentrating intently on me when I was speaking. In honesty, she was looking me up and down before I spoke and lingering after I had finished. Her right index finger had started to trace up and down her shirt buttons. It looked almost subconscious.
It wasn't.
I went fishing again: "Neil, what gave you the confidence to back yourself even when others couldn't achieve what was needed?"
His usual reply started. I heard the bit I was after and then lost concentration as I tried to listen intently.
"It's an experience and confidence thing, young man," he started. "Experience grows confidence, and confidence is contagious in business. That's why I...."
My eyelids flickered as I heard the magic "I." Jody looked downwards and smirked to herself. Harriet looked at her mother from the other side of the table and smirked to herself, then looked at me.
I fake scratched at my throat for a second when I finally got Jody's attention. I feigned loosening an imaginary necktie as she glanced my way. I wanted her to start on the buttons at the top of her shirt.
She complied. Subtly, she slid her index finger up her buttons again and gently flicked the top button. The pressure of her having her collar folded down meant that the button sprang from its position easily.
Harriet, in turn, took a sip from her wine glass and used the glass to obscure her other hand, which she used to lower her zip another inch.
Four buttons on my aunty, four inches of zip from my cousin.
We finished up our meal. I offered to collect the plates and take them to the kitchen.
Jody rose and said she was going to cut up our dessert pie in the kitchen while the others freshened their white wines and sat chatting at the table.
As I placed the plates on the kitchen benchtop, Jody moved past me to get to the cutting board on the far side of me with the pie that had been in the refrigerator. As she passed me, she idly whispered, "You are making me so horny. What is this effect you have on me?"
I didn't look up but replied while looking down at the sink where I was rinsing off the plates.
"You. You do the exact same. I've never seen a business shirt look so fuckable."
Her reply came fast. "Good answer. That's worth a button."
I instantly stopped what I was doing. Without hesitating, I walked over to my aunty and traced my fingers up her line of buttons exactly as she had been doing during dinner. I ran my hands over her breasts and momentarily squeezed them together as I reached the second button from the top of her shirt collar. I undid it as I kissed her fully and deeply for the briefest of moments. Her tongue wandered out of her mouth and met mine.
An instant later, I was back at the sink, and she was back cutting dessert into single portions.
Our family friends brought dirty cutlery and glasses into the kitchen and dropped them into the dishwasher before exiting.
Harriet was next to come into the kitchen. She innocently asked her mother if she needed any help. Jody asked her to get the dessert plates.
She obliged.
As she moved past her mother's turned back, she pressed her firm bust up against me as she moved in to my far side to get access to the cupboard containing the plates. Her cleavage dragged across my shoulder and arm. My arm fell into the depths between my cousin's breasts, which was hidden by the loose fabric of her jumpsuit.
She looked at me with her emerald green eyes and simple blonde ponytail. Sections of hair had washed over her face, which she'd tucked behind her ears. By the feel of her tits, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
As she leaned forward to get the plates from the cupboard on my right-hand side, Harriet reached out for my right hand using her left. She drew my hand down and over her breast as she was bending forwards to retrieve the plates. For a moment, I was cupping my cousin's khaki-clad breast. I rubbed my fingers over her stiff nipple and gently squeezed it before quickly cupping her whole breast from underneath.
I'd forgotten just how succulent they were. I'd seen them in the flesh only a few nights previous, and yet their firm, smooth, and natural state had still been lost on me.
Just as quickly, she had gotten the plates and stood up as though nothing had happened.
Back at the dinner table, things took another turn for the surreal. The gentle drip of good company with good wine had everyone in a jolly mood. Our dessert was served up, and thanks were given to the chefs.
My aunty had five buttons undone on her shirt, three on the bottom and two on the top.
Harriet had four inches of zip lowered on her jumpsuit. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. To be honest, this all had me in a state of perpetual semi-arousal. If I had to suddenly stand, there'd be some serious questions asked.
"Dad," Harriet spoke to her father. "Do you think you could still drive?" She reached up for her zipper even before he'd started to speak.
"I don't know, honey. I'd be fine, but I'm not sure what the police would think!" His confidence was starting to spill over the dam wall."
"Holy shit!" I thought to myself. "She knows her father inside and out!" Harriet had just gotten three "I's" out of her father in one sentence.
She didn't immediately lower her zip. Harriet knew her mother would act first, as she wasn't aware that Harriet was playing.
Jody asked the other guests whether they'd be interested in sharing a cab into town. As they discussed their thoughts, she quietly flicked two buttons off her top open and lowered her hands and did the third button from the bottom. She now had the top four and bottom four buttons of her business shirt open.
As the discussion continued, Harriet reached for her zipper and flicked it up.
"Harriet!" her father spoke. I jumped in my skin, thinking she'd been caught.
"Do you think you could drive us to town?"
Harriet lowered her hand off her zipper as she spoke.
"I don't think I should drive either, Daddy. I've been drinking as well."
Another voice entered the conversation. "I can drive."
It was Tyler. "I've had a couple of drinks but feel ok to drive if you want a lift."
As her brother spoke, Harriet went back and completed her mission. Three inches of extra zip was lowered. Now seven inches in total. She looked up at me and briefly crossed her arms across her legs down under the tabletop height. This action pressed her breasts together in the most amazing sight of cleavage I'd seen. For a split second, my eyes were paralyzed as they took in the sight of my eighteen-year-old cousin's tits pressed together in a frame of khaki-colored fabric.
"Outstanding, son. Let's gather the troops and head off." Uncle Neil's gallant voice antics meant that the older members of our group were going into the small town nearby for a drink at the local tavern.
"Great idea!" I said, congratulating the group. "I'll finish up the cleaning while you guys head off."
I hoped they'd all get a little drunk, and Aunty Jody would try and finish off what she'd started those few days earlier. I'd never had the chance to hear her climax, to lower my cock inside her, or to see her tits bounce as I fuck her.
Besides, I reasoned with myself. That'd leave Harriet and me alone for a while as well. Who knows where that'd lead.
I headed to the kitchen to get a start on the cleanup in the hope that not hanging around gawking at my aunty and cousin would alleviate the concern that my evening antics wouldn't be too obvious.
As I stacked plates in the dishwasher after rinsing, Jody came in again, this time with placemats and various other bits and pieces. As she placed them in a drawer next to the dishwasher adjacent to me, she whispered once more.
"I've had enough of trying to not think about you. I'll come see you late tonight after Neil's asleep."
I glanced around us. There was no one in the room or the dining room. I spun my aunty around to face me. Once again, I kissed her deeply. Our tongues met as I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me.
I raised my hands up and slowly undid the next three buttons on her shirt. She was now left with only two keeping her shirt from falling open. Sliding my hands under her shirt, I lifted her bust and squeezed her breasts together.
Breaking the kiss, I moved down and buried my head between her cleavage, then folded away the bra material to lick and then kiss each of her nipples, one at a time.
I reversed my actions, folding back her bra, then redoing her buttons before I whispered back into her ear.
"I'd like that. A lot."
I could feel her breathing had shortened and her pupils were dilated. The white wine had brought another level to the newfound tension between us.
Tyler loaded up his parents, my parents, and their friends and headed off down the driveway. I stayed in the kitchen to finish up what I was doing. The door between the kitchen and dining room opened, and in strolled Harriet.
She waited until I was looking directly at her before she moved her left hand up to her zipper. She flicked the tab upwards as she slowly walked towards me. As she stepped towards me, she started to slowly lower the zip.
Each step towards me resulted in a pang in my stomach.
Each step resulted in more and more flesh being exposed for my viewing pleasure. Her skin was soft and pale. It was tight and firm. It was clear and free from blemish.
By the time she was halfway to me, she had lowered her zip to be equal with her navel.
I stood in a trance watching this show unfold. By the time she reached me, I had already planned what I was going to do. I reached behind Harriet, grabbed her by the legs just under her firm ass, and lifted her onto the bench I had just finished wiping clean.
As I brought my hands back to me, I wrapped her legs around me, then slid my hands up and between the jumpsuit material and dragged them on her bare skin, over her navel, up her ribcage, and between her voluminous tits before gently easing the material off each of her shoulders, allowing it to fall onto the bench around her.
My cousin sat on the bench, legs wrapped around me and completely topless. I leaned in and kissed her like I'd kissed her mother not more than ten minutes ago. I grabbed the arms of her jumpsuit and used them to pull her in towards me more. She lifted my shirt up and over my head before pressing her tits in against my chest as we kissed once more.
"You thought I was my mother last time. Do you know who it is this time?" she queried.
"Yes," I replied, "it's my cousin, not my aunty. We're a couple of sick fucks, aren't we?"
"No harm done," came her reply. Before kissing me once more.
Harriet leaned back and grasped her right breast and lifted it up for me to kiss. I eagerly took her hard pink nipple in my mouth. Her small areola was dwarfed by her large breasts. Taking control of her hand, I lifted her breast to access the bottom side, kissing her underboob before using my own hand to do the same for her left breast.
I used hers and my own hand to bring her tits together. As I squeezed them together, I looked in her emerald eyes before I took both her nipples into my mouth at once. Her face hardened with pleasure as she let out a moan. In my mouth, I flicked my tongue over both nipples before using my lips to squeeze them together, where I could flick my tongue more vigorously over them at the same time.
"Oh fuck!" she exclaimed as she thrust her chest forward, pressing her tits harder against my face.
I used one hand to maintain control of her tits as I used the other to pull her jumpsuit further down her torso, then lifted one leg at a time as Harriet leaned to one side, allowing me to lower her single piece of clothing down and eventually off her altogether, with her jumpsuit falling on the floor beneath us with a thump.
Her body was firm and incredibly athletic-looking. Her large bust must have been a double D or more. She still had a shaven pussy, which she had planted on my face earlier that week in our midnight mix-up.
I couldn't help myself. I lowered down onto my knees between her firm and shapely legs and drove my tongue straight into her moist pussy.
Her smooth lips were glistening even before I slid my tongue between them. The silky texture and sweet taste of her lust were amazing as my tongue easily slid over her opening and up to her already pronounced clitoris.
Harriet responded to my deliberate and unapologetically direct action by widening her knees further and thrusting her luscious pussy against my tongue as it lapped from the bottom of her pussy up and onto her clit, where I'd give her a few flicks before moving back down, just deeper than her labia.
One hand reached around and sat on the back of my head as she encouraged me deeper inside her. My cousin had a confidence about her that belied her eighteen years. She was making me hard. So hard.
I stopped briefly to look up at her. She had one hand on the back of my head while her other hand cupped her own breast and was gently massaging it.
"I'm going to hear you climax tonight." I said to her confidently.
"You already have, remember?" She replied. I had indeed heard her orgasm previously, inside my tent at about 2.30am a few days earlier.
I continued, "I want better than that. I want to hear your cries as you convulse on me."
Her head rocked back as I went back to her pussy. I now took a moment to gather myself before driving my tongue as deep inside her cunt as I could. From the depths of her silken pussy, I worked my tongue up and down as forcefully and as slowly as I could.
Harriet bucked up against me. I'd taken her by surprise by my sudden deep dive. Her hand pulled on the back of my head harder. To add to her pleasure, I raised one hand and used it to flick over her clit that sat engorged at the top of her pussy. My other hand went up and covered Harriet's as she guided me through what she liked done with her breast.
"Oh fuck!" again, Harriet's head rocked back as her pelvis was thrust forward towards me again.
"I want you to make me cum!" She continued, "Right here on the kitchen bench. Make me cum in the kitchen!"
I had other plans. I'd been looking at the traditional brown sofa in the lounge room all week. It faced the dining room and was opposite the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms. It sat on a lush rug that had a beautiful, thick texture.
I stopped. Looked up at her once more. "Tonight, you cum on the sofa in the lounge room." I grabbed her hand and led her out of the kitchen, leaving her clothing and my shirt on the floor.
On our way out, Harriet walked behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist, sliding a finger under my waistbandand flicking my top button open and sliding my zipper down. She pulled me to a standstillas she pressed her tits up against my back and wrapped both hands around my pants and lowered them to the floor.
My cock sprang from its enclosure. Its thick girth was a sight as it sat perpendicular to the ground. Veins ran the length of my shaft, and a thick helmet head was testament to the fact that I was circumcised.
Harriet didn't hesitate, wrapping both her hands around my cock and letting out a heavy breath as she did so. She gently stroked the entire length of my cock. Seven inches was enough length, especially given the girth I possessed.
"Oh my god." Harriet whispered in my ear, "If your tongue doesn't get me there, then this behemoth will!"
She held me still while she walked around in front of me and dropped to her knees. Without a moment's thought, she inhaled as much of my shaft as she could, pressing my cock tip against the back of her throat and holding it there. Using her hands, she jerked the remainder of my cock with one hand, while her other reached down and cradled my balls.
My cousin slid my cock so that only the tip was pressed against her mouth before she once again descended as far as she could over my venous shaft.
It was my turn to rock my head backwards now. Harriet's warm mouth and warm hands had me instantly wanting to fuck her throat. The way she held her arms naturally pushed her tits together, and she spread her knees to get to the right height. The sight of her ass poking out so proudly beneath me as her arms pressed her tits together nearly had me losing myself very early.
"Oh Jesus, you're going to have to stop." I panted as my cousin looked up at me with those green eyes once again.
"Why's that?" She responded, "Are you going to paint me with your cum again?"
"YES! If you don't stop being so fucking sexy, I will!" I replied feebly.
I couldn't take much more. I could usually hold off for a respectable amount of time, but having been teased and teasing both my aunty and my cousin for the last few days, I was nurturing a very short sexual fuse.
I reached for Harriet's hand and led her to the sofa. She didn't break stride as she kneeled on the center brown leather seat of the three-seater and spread her legs wide. Rather than stuffing her full of my cock there and then, I sank to my knees behind her once again. This time, I lapped up her velvety pussy from behind.
Harriet had her hands sitting on the sofa back. As I licked her depths again, she arched her back up against me and lowered herself onto her arms to give me a better angle to her pussy.
I responded by driving my tongue once more as deep as I could inside her aching cunt. She responded by writhing against me, slowly pushing back onto me before thrusting forward so that her tits would sit on top of the sofa back before thrusting back onto me again.
I used my hands to wrap around her pelvis and pull back onto me in time with her thrusting. I was looking straight at her ass. It was pink, tight, and looked like an early-season rosebud yet to bloom.
I couldn't help myself. I threw caution to the wind and moved up and ran my tongue over her ass before once more dropping down and inside her now wet pussy.
Rather than jerk away, Harriet once more exhaled loudly and pushed even harder against my agile tongue. I returned to her ass, this time lingering over her bud as I took several slow laps with my warm, wet tongue. Her pussy juices were wet, sweet, and slippery, and they transferred easily to her ass. This time she moaned, "Oh fuck!" before rocking further back and crouching down more again, giving me better access to her tight balloon knot.
Before long, I was spending more time on her ass than her pussy. I would descend to her pussy, drive my tongue as deep in her as I could before lowering to the front of her pussy, flick my tongue over her clit before resurfacing and moving up with a fresh tongue load of pussy juice, and use that to tease her ass opening with my tongue. Soon, I was trying to get my warmth inside her tightness. All I could manage was the very tip before descending back to the sweet honeypot of her pussy.
"Oh, fuck me. Please. Now." Harriet panted as I continued to tease, flick, lick, and kiss her most furtive regions.
"I want your girth inside me!"
Not wanting to disappoint, I raised up off the ground and stood behind my cousin. Lining up my cock, I leaned in on her pussy and let my cock helmet spread her labia before letting it sit for a moment.
"Oh fuccccckkkkkkk!" she replied, trying to rock back on me. I moved with her, not allowing another inch of cock inside her. I was now bareback fucking my eighteen-year-old cousin. What the fuck was going on? This was never even a thought until this trip. For either of us.
I steadied her rocking by holding her pelvis still again. Then, when all was steady, I leaned in once more and pushed another two inches inside her waiting cunt.
"Fuck me! I want it all. Fuck me now with all of it!" Harriet was starting to whimper and bellow in equal parts.
"Fuck it," I thought to myself. I'd fucked her as hard as I possibly could on the hard ground in my tent previously.
I braced her pelvis with my hands and drove as deep and as hard as I could until her ass cheeks slapped up against my thighs. I could feel my cock tip come to rest against a wall inside Harriet's cunt. Not waiting, I withdrew it and drove as hard as I could again inside her. A third and fourth thrust had her bellowing as the sound of her ass and my thighs colliding rang out in the empty house.
After four thrusts, I paused as deep as I could inside her pussy. I could feel my cock resting against her cervix wall.
Harriet reached behind and wrapped her hand around my now aching cock shaft. I was as aroused as I could get. The sight of this ass with this sound was enough to have me teetering on the edge before I'd even entered her slick, velvety pussy.
She stroked it for me before taking a more deliberate grip. She moved forwards off my cock; she held me still while she raised my cock tip and sat it directly on her asshole.
"Fuck my ass for me." She spoke gently now. "I want to be as full as possible."
I was taken aback.
"Harriet, I've tried this in the past. It's not as easy as people think."
I'd had a previous girlfriend ask to try anal. We'd fumbled around without any real success. Between our inexperience and lack of patience, we'd never really achieved any great feats.
"Please. I want to try." My cousin continued. "You said you want me to climax. Remember?"
"Well, we'll have to be patient." I responded. "Even then, you'll have to relax as we go."
Harriet didn't answer. Instead, she rocked back on my cock as she held it against her tight opening.
I pulled away and lowered down to give her ass more attention. If there was one thing I'd learned, you needed lots of moisture, time, and patience if you wanted girth like this inside your ass.
I licked and flicked her ass with my tongue, deliberately leaving as much saliva and pussy juice as I could.
Returning behind her, I lined up my cock tip with her ass once more and pressed against her. Despite all the lubricating liquids, I couldn't get anything inside her. I simply held my cock against her ass and continued to gently press against her.
"Here is where you need to relax. I won't be able to get anywhere until you do." I coached my teenage cousin.
I could feel Harriet arch her back, raising her ass further in the air, and felt her deliberately relax her ass. My gentle thrusts yielded some success as I felt her ass give just a little. I was able to work half my cock tip into her opening.
I withdrew and lowered down and again gave her a healthy portion of tongue and saliva before going back to the start again.
"Remember. Relax," I said again as I pressed my aching shaft against her pink tightness once more. This time, I was able to get half my cock tip inside her almost immediately. I held it there and let her adjust to the sensation.
Harriet started to writhe on my cock. Just half a tip was already giving her positive feedback.
"Oh, I want it all. I want to feel your balls against my ass."
The white wine had obviously taken its effect on us both.
I pulled back and repeated my tongue lap of honor in this most grand of venues.
Pressing against her ass opening once more, I was able to this time get my full cock tip inside Harriet.
"Just get used to the feeling for a moment. This will work if you relax."
Her back arched again. This time she raised her back and dropped her head as I ever so gently thrust against her pressure.
"You'll feel yourself relax in a moment. That's when I can give you more if you want it."
I needed her to relax her sphincter so that I could feed the rest of my seven inches inside her.
"Oh, it's already so good." She responded.
"Ah, there it goes!" I felt her ass relax, and I was able to press another half inch of cock inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Came her reply. I slowly pulled out of her again, lowered my cock to her pussy to lap up as much lubricant as I could before pressing against her once more.
This time, I was able to press two full inches inside her tight ass. I had five to go.
"I still want to hear you climax, so I'm going to adjust just a little, ok?"
"Hmmmmm!" came the reply. Not a recognized word, but a very affirmative one in any case. Rather than stand behind Harriet, I decided that she'd be more likely to orgasm if I stood on the sofa behind her. As I took my position, I explained to her, "If I stand here, I have a better angle to get inside you." I also had another idea that would help.
I withdrew once more until my cock sat just inside her. I spread my legs so that I was standing over her. This time, as I pressed against her, I used my body weight by slightly bending my knees to apply consistent pressure. The other benefit of this position was that I could reach behind and slide two fingers inside Harriet's wet cunt and start massaging her g-spot on the front wall of her pussy.
Her pussy clenched around my fingers as they slid inside her. This time, my cock descended three inches. The further I descended into her ass, the easier it was for me to stimulate her pussy.
I came up, leaving about one inch inside her before lowering again with the gentle body weight. This time I made it to four inches; my thick main cock vein was squeezed into her ass as the combination of pussy juice, my saliva on her ass, and Harriet's saliva on my cock let me press inside her.
I was deep enough to now be able to flick my fingers over her pronounced clit. I tapped my middle and ring fingers on her clit as quickly as possible before sliding them inside her pussy and rubbing her front vaginal wall.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" my cousin exclaimed. "Drive it into me!" she continued.
I leaned backwards once more, pulling out an inch or so before leaning in on her again. This time, I was able to get another inch inside her. Slowly, but surely, my cock was disappearing down my cousin's ass.
"Jesus! Oh, fucking hell!" Her cries of pleasure were getting louder and louder.
I was able to now start to thrust Harriet's ass. Not in and out, but stimulated fucking. I thrust hard against her; she reacted by bucking up against me. My fingers continued to work on her clit and G-spot, my cock now fraction by fraction nearing its deepest spot possible.
Her cries deepened and became yelps and squeals as her pussy and ass were both pleasured at the same time.
Using my other hand, I reached around and steadied her left breast as they both swayed with the motion we had. Squeezing her nipple and cupping her tits, I had another idea to help Harriet reach her orgasm.
"Look down and to the side for me." I instructed. My cousin did as was requested.
My idea was going to work. Her tits were sufficiently luscious that I was able to move her nipple and areola forward and hold it steady for Harriet to kiss her own nipple as I fucked her ass and stimulated her pussy.
She eagerly took my offering as I once more leaned down onto her waiting and stretched asshole. I held her nipple still as she sucked and licked it, and I drove the remains of my cock into her ass as my other hand continued to finger-fuck her cunt.
Her muffled screams echoed throughout the house as my balls came to rest against her ass. Harriet's sucking got more and more aggressive as she licked and sucked her own breast as I started to thrust in and out of her ass.
To start with, I only pulled about an inch out of her ass before pressing it back in. As our combined lust grew, this became more and more. Before long, I was fucking my cousin's ass with five inches coming out before descending to her depths. She had my seven inches of girthy cock inside her, two of my fingers working her clit and G-spot deep inside her pussy while she kissed and licked her own tits, which I was holding steady for her.
We continued like this until I felt Harriet's cunt tighten around my fingers and begin to convulse as she started her orgasm.
All I could do was drive my cock inside her tight ass and wait it out, for fear that I'd lose my load before I was ready.
"JESUS. Fucking. Hell. Fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Harriet had briefly come up off her own breast before taking it back in her mouth as I continued to feel her cunt squeezing the life out of my fingers.
My balls tightened at the sight and sound of all of this. The last few days were taking their toll on my ability to stop shooting my cousin's head off with an embarrassing amount of cum.
The loungeroom door suddenly slammed behind us just as a silhouette appeared beside me.
It was Jody. I was balls deep in her daughter's asshole, with two fingers in her cunt and my other hand holding her breast still so she could kiss and caress herself.
I'd reached my limit; whether or not she was there, I was going to shoot a load of cum.
My aunty exclaimed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!" just as I pulled out of her daughter's ass and jerked my cock a couple of times.
Spinning around to look at Jody, I couldn't help but let the first stream of cum blast from my balls. It traced a line over Harriet's body and hit her mother square on the stomach...
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If Your Wife Won't Blow You, I Will
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https://www.literotica.com/s/if-your-wife-wont-blow-you-i-will
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Audio
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~ If Your Wife Won't Blow You, I will! It's Okay My Husband Said So! ~
Your best-friend's hotwife decides to take matters into her own hands after learning how long it's been since you've gotten a proper blowjob at home.
I always enjoy scripts written by u/MyDirtySecr3t and this one was no exception. This one's heavy on the deep-throating noises for those who enjoy them.
*All the characters depicted are aged 18+ and all interactions in this audio are consensual. This content does not encourage violence or harm towards anyone, this is strictly a fantasy, this is not real. This audio is recorded by an adult and was made for adults only. My audio stories are posted for a limited time to make room for more new tales. So enjoy this one to the fullest until it's added to my exclusive subscriber library. And check out my profile page for a list of all my Literotica tales*
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My Wife, Homemade Porn Queen Ch. 01
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Group Sex
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"Damn, she's fine."
Darkness filled the room with only the light from the CRT in the oak computer hutch illuminating his face and chest as he sat in the office chair. One arm moved, his hand stroking himself.
The scene on the video changed. The transition could have been smoother, but now, instead of the man on top of the babe, his hips pounding her mercilessly into the mattress as her spread knees bounced a few inches off the bed, there was now a closeup of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy.
And what a pussy it was. His hand gripped his cock tighter as the dick on the screen plundered the gorgeous chick writhing below him. Her opening laid bare and spread wide, accepting the dick hammering in and out of her.
He could almost smell her, the thick, musky aroma emanating from between her legs. But he knew that came from his memory. A thick layer of her lubricating juice covered the man's cock, making her arousal obvious. And it wasn't lube, either. It was all her.
So many girls in the other videos had the telltale white coating on their pussies. They needed lube, and it took something away from the video, knowing she wasn't into getting fucked enough to self-lubricate.
That was one of the best things about this girl. She was into it. Big time.
This chick loved getting railed while being filmed doing it.
His hand moved faster over his cock, but the hand lotion he used was wearing away. He paused, and pumped another big puddle into his hand from the bottle next to the keyboard, then went back to wanking himself.
The audio was not too bad for this video. He could hear her groaning as the guy grunted on top of her. Once in a while, they would say something. It didn't always come through clearly.
This was amateur porn, after all. The latest craze to sweep the internet, and one of the few ways people were actually making money from the relatively new technology sweeping the globe.
He was glad they'd gotten that new modem. It was much faster and allowed him to stream the teaser videos without too much lag, and to download full-length ones in only a handful of minutes. After paying for them, of course.
But that was the point of all this, right? To make money by fucking. It wasn't like she was walking the streets, prostituting herself. These videos were made safely, with people who knew and trusted each other.
The guy banging the smoking hot Latina with the amazing tits was pumping into her faster now, and he knew what was coming.
He chuckled. Oh, yeah, they were cumming alright.
Leaning forward, he tried not to watch the man's ass, covered in light blonde hairs, as it moved up and down over her. His knees were spread, pushing hers further apart, allowing the camera to get in close.
His cock was longer, maybe by an inch, but not as big around as his. That seemed to assuage his feelings a little. He wondered what felt better to her. Getting stretched or speared.
And just then, the guy's ass cheeks tightened, and he thrust into her, no longer with the same smooth rhythm. His hips jerked and his balls tightened.
Here it comes. He loved watching this part the best. Seeing guys cum inside her pussy.
That moment of insemination was the hottest.
That act of fertilization where the man shot his seed inside the woman. It fucked with his head, seeing it up close like that.
Maybe because it signified something. A man claimed a woman when he came in her. At least for a while.
No matter who she actually belonged to. It was the man whose cock was shooting his sperm into her that owned her at that moment.
Sure, her boyfriend or husband could take her back later. But while he was cumming inside her, she was being seeded by only him. The ramifications of that were powerful.
Sure, she'd be on birth control, and there was no actual risk of pregnancy. This was all just fantasy anyway.
But in reality, wasn't there always some slight risk? Sure there was, and that's the thing that made this so fucking sexy. No matter what precautions you took, one of those sperm might get lucky.
He watched as the large vein running along the underside of the guy's cock pulsed, making it obvious this girl was getting cummed in. Right there, on screen.
The camera had been about two feet away, catching the action as shot after shot of cum pulsed directly into her pussy. They'd probably already breached her cervix. Millions of sperm were now inside her, swimming into her womb, looking for an egg. They'd be inside her for days.
That thought made his cock pulse, and he almost came while his hand worked his dick, sliding up and down furiously.
As the man on the screen slowed his onslaught, a light film of white coated his cock as it moved in and out. More cum leaked out and spread around her lips.
This guy came like a horse. She must have sloshed for days after getting fucked like that.
He stroked himself faster, nearly there.
Watching another guy cumming inside of her was so damned sexy. He didn't know why it got him off so hard, but it did. Try as he might, he couldn't deny it.
Having actually been there, holding the very camera that caught all this action now playing on his screen made him so fucking hard.
To kneel at the foot of the bed and watch her fuck, get cummed in, then to watch it on screen like so many others. It drove him wild with lust.
And it made them money.
He thought about how it felt when he was the guy to cum inside her. How she tasted when it was his lips on her pussy. What it felt like when she swallowed his cock. How she smelled like no other woman he'd ever been with.
He chuckled, thinking about that day. He hadn't enjoyed filming so close to his best friend's ass, no matter how hot the situation had been. But watching her get creamed like that was worth it.
And thousands of strangers watched this same video of his wife getting cummed in on their computers all over the world, paying for the privilege.
He pondered what they had planned next. Videos of multiple guys doing that to her, coupled with his first time doing it with another woman. Thinking how anyone in the world could watch that drove his hand harder.
They were expanding their circle.
His wife would be fucking another one of his friends for the first time in a few days. That guy had lusted after her for years. Now, he'd finally get to do her, add his cum to the puddle they left inside her.
And that friend's girlfriend wanted to try it, too. He'd be shooting his cum into that hot, sexy young thing while his wife stood and watched. His cock pulsed in his hand as he stroked himself.
He wondered how much cum had been shot into his wife since they started making these videos. She loved being filmed getting screwed by all of them, and why not? She had a small stable of men who made passionate love to her and got paid to do it. Then, she got to love and sleep next to him, her adoring husband, each night.
Thoughts of all his friends cumming inside his wife as they filmed, her pussy full of cum, got him all the way there.
Rope after rope of white, potent sperm rocketed out of him, shooting up and nearly landing on his keyboard as he strangled his dick. He angled himself, making the next several spurts splash along his bare chest and stomach.
After he'd emptied himself, he sat back, making the chair groan as his chest heaved. The video faded away with the shot of his wife and best friend holding each other and softly kissing as they whispered.
The look in their eyes told of something between them. Something loving known only to them.
Rusty looked closely and wondered as the video faded to black.
Was something happening there he hadn't seen when he was filming them?
####
"I'm home!"
Rusty stepped through the front door and swung it closed. It rattled in the frame as he shook his head. He put his briefcase down beside the side table in the front hall.
Maria's head poked around the opening to the kitchen. She looked him up and down, then stepped into the hallway, brushing her hands against her slacks as he walked towards her.
"You're home early. Everything okay?" He lifted her chin with the tip of his finger and pecked her on the lips. Her head turned, following him as he walked by. He hadn't reached up and cupped her tit, something he did every night when he got home.
Sighing, he turned and looked at his wife. She was as beautiful as the day he'd met her. Her warm mahogany eyes looked at him as his traced over her soft curves. He loved the way her dark, wavy hair hung between her shoulders.
"No, it's not. I got laid off today." He took a deep breath and tossed his windbreaker over the back of a chair.
"Oh, shit." Her eyebrows rose as she followed him into the kitchen. "What did you do?" Her face reddened as her fists pressed into the sides of her hips.
He turned and stood, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as his brows furrowed. He was quite familiar with her volatile Hispanic temper.
"What do you mean by that? The whole department got let go. They're shutting down the project. It's over." He shook his head as he exhaled loudly, then turned away to look at the pot bubbling on the stove.
She looked away, then sighed. "Sorry. Seems like it's been a messed up day all around." Picking up a wooden spoon, she stirred the simmering food. He stood next to her, and she turned and looked at him.
"Oh? How's that?" he asked.
"They cut my hours in half. The economy's in the toilet and there's not as many orders. They said I was lucky to get any work at all."
"Oh, shit," he said, sighing as he leaned against the counter. She removed the spoon, then turned off the heat.
"I made pasta in a meat sauce."
"It smells good."
She shrugged, her lips pursed. "It's cheap."
He nodded and sighed, then went over and set the table while she got the food ready.
"Want some wine?" He held up a bottle of the local store's two-dollar brand. It was passable if you weren't too fussy. It had alcohol, which they both needed that night.
"Sure, what the hell."
He poured two full glasses, then they filled their plates and sat at the table.
Talking about what they might do about their sudden drop in income as they ate, they quickly drained their glasses. He poured them both another glass as they finished their supper, then got up and put the dishes in the sink.
"I'll clean the kitchen tomorrow. I've got plenty of free time now," he said, grumbling as they took their freshly filled wine glasses into the living room.
She turned on the television and flipped through the channels. One of the cable channels usually had something nasty on. Maria found a show where people were filming themselves having sex.
"This looks interesting," she said, taking a long sip of wine.
They found it was about the recent phenomenon on the internet where websites allowed people to create accounts and upload sex videos. People could dial up, log on and see short sample clips. If they liked them, they paid to download the full video to their computers.
The two watched the behind-the-scenes show of how these films were made in the actor's homes, and how the recently invented sites made the videos available. The actors got paid each time a video was downloaded.
"That doesn't look all that difficult," Maria said as she drained her glass. She reached forward to grab the bottle and almost knocked it over.
Rusty chuckled, then took it and filled hers before topping his off.
"Yeah. Set up a camera and screw. How hard can that be?"
Her eyes glinted as she looked at him. "I dunno. If you were being filmed, would it be hard? Or would you get camera shy?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
He grinned at her and wondered for the thousandth time how lucky he was to have her here with him. She could have any guy she wanted, but she chose him. His eyes roamed over her thin blouse. Her boobs were nicely shaped and slightly larger than normal. He could see the bumps her nipples made through her bra.
Of all the guys in their close friend group back in college, he hadn't been the most handsome, or the best built. She loved his full head of black hair and brown eyes tinged with a ring of green around the iris, and his lightly muscled chest.
He wished he had more chest hair, but she loved what he had, and how his stomach hair seemed to draw her hand down, ending up curled around his cock.
She'd told him his best aspect was his personality, and that after she'd gotten to know him better, found matched hers so well. Once she'd given him the chance, he'd swept her off her feet.
He was still amazed she'd agreed to not only go out with him, but then move in a few months later, then say yes when he'd proposed one year after they'd gotten together. People had told them they were too young to make such a commitment, but they married anyway, and were happy, just having celebrated their second anniversary at twenty-three years old.
Men's eyes followed her lustrous black hair and voluptuous figure wherever she went. He'd just been watching her splendid ass move in her work slacks as she finished supper. She exuded the sexiness he'd seen in so many Mexican women. He'd tease her about being the stereotypical Latin woman: sexy, loving, quick to anger, and a tiger in the sack.
Often at night, as they lay together in bed, each doing things to arouse the other before making love, she would tell him about how all the men she'd been with before had failed to make her feel the way he did.
It was something they both got off on, hearing about their past sexual experiences. True to form, Maria sometimes got jealous of things he told her, but that just made their lovemaking that much more energetic later.
The way she described her previous experiences, Rusty felt as if she remembered it as a parade of handsome faces and stiff cocks. At one point, she told him she fucked a new guy almost once a week in the first year of college.
Maria said she'd tired of that life and settled down to have longer relationships.
Rusty hadn't known her then, and it was his friend, John, who had first met her and asked her out. They'd dated for almost six months when they were just nineteen.
Stroking his cock and grinning at how it worked him up, she would tell him of their spectacular sex. John and Maria had fucked like minks for months before the thrill wore off and they decided it was better to just be friends.
That was how she'd met Rusty. John would bring her over to the apartment that he, Rusty, and their other friend, Mark, shared while at university. Rusty, now her husband, had been one of the group of guys and smattering of girls that made up their current circle of friends.
They still kept in touch and saw each other often. Rusty would kid her about John, pretending to get jealous about all the times he'd heard them fucking in John's bedroom at the large apartment the guys shared while in college.
After Maria and John had declared themselves just friends, guys crawled out of the woodwork to get a chance with her. Rusty's best friend and roommate, Mark, had made his pitch, but was shot down when she told him Rusty had already asked her out and she'd agreed.
There'd been a brief period where things were strained between the two close friends, but they resolved it. Mark's annoyance disappeared as suddenly as it had begun, much to Rusty's relief at not losing such a trusted friend.
Ultimately, Rusty had won her body and heart, and was now the man she married and made love to.
Coming back from his reverie, Rusty thought about how it would feel to be filmed while screwing the beauty sitting next to him.
"I think doing it like they are, in our own bedroom without a huge number of people hovering around like in real movies would be fun."
"You always said you'd love to see what we look like fucking." She grinned and took another deep swig of wine.
"You're gorgeous, and that body." He shook his head as he leered at his wife.
"So you'd like to do something like this?" She waved her hand at the television where a couple were on their bed, screwing in the missionary position. A camera was on a tripod at the foot of the bed, facing the junction of their bodies.
His legs were spread, allowing the camera to film their most personal parts. The scene would alternate between the camera's view and of them on the bed. Watching his cock sliding in and out of her, only their legs and crotches visible, fueled a fire in Rusty.
These people could be anyone. No one could identify them as they rutted for the camera, and it was sexy as hell.
They watched as the couple paused, and he pulled out and got off her. She was on her back, legs spread wide as he moved the camera to the side of the bed. Raising it up, he positioned the camera, then got back on top of her.
They resumed doing it, but now he was on his knees between her legs. The camera captured his cock sliding in and out. After a minute, he sped up, then pulled his hips back, leaving her pussy.
He leaned forward, stroking his cock rapidly. After several yanks, he came, spurting white cum. It flew out, landing on her belly and full bush. One shot hit her tit, and she ran a finger through it as he finished.
The show cut to the couple, now wrapped in robes and seated in a living room, talking with another man who interviewed them. They were saying how many downloads their video they'd gotten, and the amount of money generated.
All for filming themselves fucking, editing the footage and uploading it.
"Shit. We do that most every night." She looked at him, her brows raised.
He looked at her. "We could make some money."
Her smile slowly grew on her face. "You'd be okay with the whole world watching me naked, getting laid?"
He frowned, then looked away at the television. Another couple were being interviewed, and the scene cut to their video.
"Look," he said, pointing. On the screen, the new couple were naked but wearing masks. The ornate type with feathers and rhinestones.
"You can't tell who they are," Maria said as they watched the woman bounce. Her tits moved hypnotically.
"Don't we have those masks from the Mardi Gras party last year?" he asked, a light in his eye.
She couldn't stop her grin and nodded. "They're in the closet."
"We have a video camera. My dad gave it to me after he couldn't figure out how to use it."
She giggled and drained her glass. "Wanna fuck on film?"
He laughed and nodded. "Hell yeah! Let's give it a try and see what it looks like." He bounced off the couch, grinning like a little boy as he held out his hand.
She shook her head, then stood, taking his hand. Her eyes twinkled when she asked, "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?"
He laughed as they walked down the hall. "Maybe. What the hell? We're broke and need money. If people will pay to watch us fuck, then the hell with it."
"Oh, my God," she said and laughed.
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Rusty got the camcorder out and attached to a tripod he'd had in the closet. Maria found the masks, then went off to take a quick shower.
After the camera was turned on and pointing at the bed, he adjusted a few controls, then looked around. He turned on both bedside lamps to add to the light from the overhead fixture.
"That should do it," he said to himself. Just then, Maria came out, wrapped in a towel.
"Your turn."
As he walked toward her and the bathroom, he gestured at what he'd done. "I've got it ready with a blank tape. It'll film us from the side."
She giggled and kissed him. As she walked toward the bed, she pulled at the towel and let it drop, turning to face him.
"Don't take too long. Your porno actress will be waiting for you," she said in a low, husky voice. She broke the spell by giggling, then hopping on the bed, making her plush tits wobble.
Rusty watched her tight ass move as she crawled onto the bed, then flopped down on her back. She looked over, seeing him, and spread her legs. Her fingers moved down, spreading her lips. One dallied at the nub at the top of her slit, just visible through her thick pubic hair, as other fingers moved up and down her pussy.
"Damn, woman," he said in a low growl, then hurried to the bathroom, his cock already half-way there. It was one of the fastest showers he'd ever taken.
After he'd dried himself and brushed his teeth, he strode out naked, his semi chub bouncing in front of him. Maria was still idly touching herself, and he could smell her pussy as he walked over to the camera.
"I love your scent." He turned on the camera and double checked it was ready. He pushed the button and watched the small rectangle light up, showing his loving wife on her back, naked.
He made a few changes to the camera's orientation, then flipped the view screen to point toward the bed.
"All set," he said and went around the tripod, then got onto the bed. He handed her a mask and put his on, taking a moment to be sure it was snug. It covered their eyes, nose and part of the forehead, leaving their lips and chins bare.
She giggled when she looked over at him. "You look goofy naked with only that mask on."
He wiggled his eyebrows, but only one was visible behind the asymmetric mask. "You look good enough to eat."
He laid next to her, on the far side of the camera and kissed her, careful to not bump masks as his hands wandered her body, keeping her as exposed as possible. After all, almost everyone who'd pay to watch their videos would want to see Maria, not his hairy ass.
She sighed as his hand mauled her boobs, then pinched her large, pink nipples. He took one into his mouth as his hand stroked her side, reaching down and cupping her smooth, taut ass cheek. His hand wandered from her ass, along the curve of her hip and over her full black bush.
His fingers slid over her pussy, diddling the nub at the top of her slit. She still had her bush, a thick triangle that drew to a narrow patch of light fur at the top of her snatch. Stray straight, black hairs grew on the skin on either side of her pussy lips. She'd offered to shave, but he loved the natural look.
"Hmm, I'm probably gonna want to trim that." She wiggled her hips as his fingers slid through her wet lips. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin on her neck and shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess. We could film me shaving you. That might be a fun video." She giggled and kissed him before he went back to suckling her skin.
He thought of making that video, and of what this one might look like. This was a trial run, something to see what they looked like on film, and what they might need to adjust for the real thing. They'd probably need to change more than his wife's bush in order to make a good quality video.
Pushing the technical thoughts aside, he went back to the business of fucking his wife in their first trial porno.
He pulled his butt back, angling his hard cock to slide between her legs as he lifted her leg. Pushing forward, his dick slid along her lips. His fingers moved back to her clit, lightly twiddling it as the top of his cock grew slick.
He could see their bodies were in the shot on the small screen a few feet away. Her teardrop boobs hung to the side, wobbling as her body moved with each of his thrusts. The scent of her arousal wafted around them, and he wished that could be caught on tape. They'd sell millions of videos if that were possible.
Her upper leg rested along his hip, her foot wobbling as his hips thrust against her. He could barely make out the head of his cock as it emerged from between her legs with each push.
She bucked under his hand, and he knew she was approaching orgasm. He slowed, then pulled his dick away. She groaned and wiggled her hips against him.
"Where are you going?" she asked petulantly. He chuckled, then pulled away from her, freeing his arm from under her. She rolled onto her back, looking up at him.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, then leaned down to kiss her. His hand wandered her boob for a moment, then he slid down her body.
His mouth kissed, licked and sucked her young, tasty skin as his hands wandered to other parts of her. He ended up on his belly between her spread legs.
Glancing at the viewscreen, he saw it captured their bodies, but her leg closest to the camera blocked her groin. He pushed her thigh, lowering her leg onto the mattress. A quick glance at the camera showed her in all her glory.
With a grin over her bush, his mouth descended and latched onto her womanhood. Maria groaned as his tongue explored her.
Maria's pussy was the fount of the most amazing taste Rusty had ever been lucky enough to sample. She was sweet, tangy and sometimes earthy, if that was a word. His face pressed to her lips, his tongue exploring his wife's treasure.
Flicking up and down, he explored the soft skin between her thigh and outer lips. Maria arched her back as he buzzed her clit, a cute little button at the top of her pussy.
She'd told him many times how she loved when he ate her out and told him no other man had made her cum on his tongue.
He'd doubted that last claim, but knew she said it to make him feel good. He had a pretty good idea of how many men she'd fucked before his friend John started dating her and bringing her over to hang out and spend the night.
He knew after that much action, some guy had to have gotten her off orally. He didn't mind. That was all before they got together. It got him off thinking about it, and he'd been with plenty of girls before her as well.
Her sexual past made no difference to him. She'd ended up with him. Had said yes when he'd proposed and married him. The past was the past, and it was sexy as fuck to think about all the other guys who had worshipped this awesome, curvy and tasty body before him.
As his tongue pulled her musky, sweet nectar from her body, he thought of the many guys who had been right here, making memories of what she felt like, tasted like. They'd fucked her. She'd blown them and they'd jizzed down her throat. He wondered how many had cum inside her various holes.
A few had fucked her ass. She'd said it was just okay, but preferred vaginal sex instead. It wasn't really his thing, either, he'd decided after they'd done it a few times.
Something that always got him hot was that she had a streak of exhibitionism in her. She got off on telling him about the times she'd fucked in interesting places and ways.
But rather than make him jealous, it instead inflamed his desire for her. He would fantasize about what it would look like to watch another guy fucking her as her naked body moved against his. He'd known a few of the guys she'd been with before, and it put faces to the fantasies.
She was moaning now, bringing him back to the present. His tongue had been on automatic, and he redoubled his efforts to get her off. His fingers slid into her and wiggled, finding that spot and making her grind down on the invading digits.
A few seconds more, and she cried out as her back arched. A flood of thick, sweet cum oozed out over his tongue as he moved his focus to her clit, buzzing it.
She spasmed, then pushed feebly at his head. "Stop, stop, stop," she muttered weakly. He slowed, then stopped, his face pressed to her pussy, breathing in her heavenly aroma.
After a few moments, he kissed her clit lightly, and chuckled when she gasped. He pulled back and sat up, then got off the bed and checked the camera, seeing it still had plenty of film.
He sat on the side of the bed opposite the camera, his stiff cock pointing up at an angle from his lap as he leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes, and he pushed some errant strands of hair off her mask.
"You are so damn beautiful."
She smiled up at him in that way that made his heart melt. This smile she had only for him reached her eyes, making them glow. The look she had told him with no words of the love she felt.
Her hand reached and grasped his cock, moving up and down his hard shaft.
"I think someone needs some attention." She grinned, then pushed him back and sat up.
He turned, then laid down on his back as she kneeled by his waist. She bent over, her ass in the air as she took him into her mouth. Rusty sighed and placed a hand on the back of her head as she held him at the base of his dick, her head moving up and down.
His hips moved in time with her, and he looked around, then remembered the camera and chuckled when he realized what the shot was just then.
"Babe."
She mumbled something around his cock, deep in her mouth.
"Um, babe. I think you might want to get on my other side."
She sucked on his shaft, lifting off with an audible pop. Looking over at him, she asked, "Why?"
He grinned and pointed at the camera. She turned her head to look behind her and squealed, throwing herself flat over his thighs.
"Holy shit! That thing was practically up my ass," she giggled.
"I can't wait to see that shot," he laughed and slid over as she moved around, then kneeled facing the camera.
"You're bad." She licked his cock, holding it upright with one hand.
"You're the one being filmed sucking cock." He yelped when she nipped the tip of his dick.
She resumed her blowjob, her tits moving magically as her upper body bounced over him. He wrapped a hand around her ass, his fingers searching for her warm center between her legs. Once found, his digits roamed, spreading her wetness.
After a few minutes, he tapped her back. She lifted off him and kneeled next to him, her arms pushing her tits together.
"Damn," he said in a low voice, shaking his head. "You are so friggin' hot."
Her hand stroked his dick, keeping it pointing up.
"Let's get some film of us screwing."
She giggled. "You don't have to ask me twice! How do you want to do it?"
His brows furrowed for a moment. "How about this? Let's do missionary and get it from the side for a while, then I'll get on my back and you ride me. But for that, let's have the camera pointing at your ass so we can see everything."
She let out a little squeal as she lay down on her back. "That's so damn sexy. We'll be able to see you cum in me."
"Exactly," he said as he kneeled between her legs. He pulled her legs apart, pushing the knee closest to the camera flat as he scooted forward. With one hand, he aimed himself and pushed into her.
He pulled back, then pushed back in. Over and over, they fucked, bouncing together on the bed. After a minute of kneeling, he spread her legs wide and laid down on top of her.
His ass bounced up and down as he fucked her hard. She met every thrust with one of her own, her arms pulling him close as they kissed. Her spread knees bobbed a few inches above the mattress as grunts and moans filled the room while they rutted for the camera.
A few minutes later, he felt his balls tingle. He slowed, then stopped, catching his breath, his stiff cock pulsing inside her.
"I'm getting too close."
She held him to her, her hands wandering his back as her legs wrapped around his ass.
"Wanna do it the other way? With me on top of you now?" she asked, her breath heavy.
He nodded, then lifted his head and kissed her, smiling widely. They disengaged, and he rolled over.
She looked at the camera and pointed. "Why don't you put your head near that? Then we can film me from the front for a while. Get a few minutes on tape, then we'll whip around and get the shot from between our legs when you shoot."
He chuckled. "I think we've found our director." He kissed her, then did as she asked, laying flat with his head at the edge of the bed closest to the camera. He looked back and saw the image upside down on the viewfinder. His head was partially visible, leaving most of the screen showing his sexy wife.
She was on her knees, and he watched her body move. Her teardrop boobs swayed as she threw her leg over him and settled onto his lap. Her hips slid over him, spreading her wetness over his hard dick. She leaned down, her boobs forming soft, fleshy pendulums as she kissed him.
Sitting up, she raised herself, aimed his cock and sunk down onto him slowly. Once the head of his cock was inside her, she leaned back, both hands steadying herself on the bed as she bottomed out. He pushed his hips up, forcing as much of himself into her as possible.
They fucked slowly, occasionally kissing. Then she'd lean back, her tits moving in their hypnotic orbits over her chest. He hoped the camera was getting the view of his wet, glistening cock sliding in and out of her. They really needed to trim her down there so her lips were fully visible.
After a few minutes, he pulled her down, his arms wrapped around her as they kissed. "Let's turn it around, I'm getting close."
She kissed the tip of his nose, then nodded and lifted off him.
They positioned his knees to hang off the edge of the bed, nearest the tripod. She climbed onto him, her ass pointing at the camera. He peered around her shoulder, then shifted them over so her butt was centered on the small screen.
"You sure are getting plenty of ass close-ups," he said, laughing.
She gave him a look and dropped onto him, squishing his balls as she drove his cock deep into her pussy.
He yelped. "Jeez! I'm just kidding." He looked up at her, his hands going to her hanging tits. "Fuck me, my love."
She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, then lifted herself and fell back onto him. Her hips wiggled, then lifted and fell, over and over as she set the pace of their lovemaking.
He thought about how it looked to the camera. He'd want to get shots like this when they filmed it for real. The up-close and personal angles some porn videos captured where the view centered on the cock going in and out of the pussy always got him so hot.
How the woman's lips slid over the hard cock as it pushed its way into her.
He loved how flexible a pussy was. The lips changing shape as the dick went in, then out. It would pucker when penetrated, then pout as the cock withdrew.
Then he'd cum inside her.
Something about the act of sperm ejaculating into an open, unprotected pussy drove him to peak levels of horniness. This was what fucking was all about. At least at the most primal level.
Insemination.
The man winning the female and seeding her. Making her take his cum, hoping his sperm would find an egg and impregnate her, making her bear his child.
Maybe she wouldn't get pregnant, but his essence would be inside her for days, swimming and searching.
And there, at the back of his mind, was his unspoken fantasy of his woman having that done to her by another man as he watched.
He knew there were words for that. Nasty words, meant to hurt and belittle the man.
Cuckold. When a man watches his woman get fucked by a better man.
But that wasn't his thing. Not at all. He didn't want a better man to take her away and own her.
He wanted to see it happen in the third person. And also to do it to her himself, of course.
But to watch it happen would be so damned sexy. Maria was gorgeous, a moving work of art, her body undulating as she fucked.
No, he didn't seek the humiliation most men seemed to want in the videos of wives being shared.
He wanted to stand back and enjoy her beauty as her passion soared.
Of course, he'd want to fuck the other guy's wife, too. It was only fair if she got to do it, then he should, too.
But he wanted to watch his wife get laid and creamed first. Or last, it didn't matter. He just didn't want to miss that moment.
Whatever. To each his own.
Maria switched her movements, now grinding her pelvis on his pubic bone, maximizing her contact with him, stimulating her clit. She moaned, and he wrapped her ass in his hands, lifting her up and helping her down while spreading her cheeks for the camera.
She bucked, and he felt his orgasm coming quickly. This always got them both off. She'd grind on him, using his body to cum on as he thrust as deep inside her as possible.
She cried out and came as his hips pushed her up. His mind exploded as he pumped his sperm into her, knowing his balls had risen and hardened as he ejaculated deep inside his wife.
They ground and moaned together, the camera catching that magic moment when his seed shot into her pussy. He felt their wetness change and slowed his movement.
Still moving his hips slowly, he pulsed inside her, trying to get every drop he had into her.
She'd only recently allowed him to cum in her, explaining how she didn't care for the mess and how squishy it felt after. He'd explained what it meant to him to do that, and she'd agreed, grinning and saying a husband should be able to plow and seed his wife's field.
She sighed and fell on top of him, her ass spread and pussy coated with cum dribbling out of her as the camera silently recorded it all.
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"You can hook this up to the television, right?" She brought two full wine glasses over and put them on the coffee table.
"Yeah, just a few wires to connect." He got the camera plugged in, then fiddled with some buttons. The sound of the tape rewinding filled the room for a minute, then stopped.
He turned on the set, changed the input, then reached over and pressed the play button. The image swam, then settled as he sat next to her. She'd put on some panties, explaining she didn't want his cum leaking onto the couch.
He was naked, but they'd both cleaned themselves before coming out to the living room. She grabbed a throw blanket and set it over their legs.
Rusty pulled her to him, his arm around her and his hand lightly cupping her naked tit as she leaned against him.
The image came into focus, then the sound of them both talking about what they wanted filmed. He held up the small remote and forwarded it until they got to the action.
"Fuck, that's hot," she said, wiggling her bare shoulder against him.
"It sure is. But it's kinda hard to see." His eyes squinted a few times as they moved around on screen.
"It's not very good video quality, huh?" she asked.
"I think we need better lighting. Think about movie sets and stuff. They have lights all around. I think I see why."
She nodded as her previous self was eaten on the bed. Shaking her head, she said in a soft, hoarse voice, "That's really sexy. I didn't know we looked like that."
"You're sexy. Look at how smooth your skin is. How the lines of your body change when you move. Your tits do amazing things when you're on your back."
She laughed. "I love looking at you. How your muscles bunch up on your back and ass when you kiss me down there. No wonder you make me cum so hard."
They sipped wine and watched themselves make love. They made comments occasionally about the film quality, how they needed to clean the bedroom, and what they looked like.
It was clear some shots wouldn't turn out so well with one camera. His head between her legs looked hot from the side, but only for a short time. They realized other angles would be better to get clearer shots of the action. This kind of attention to detail would make a good video that much better.
When they got to the part where she blew him, her butt facing the camera, she groaned.
"Oh, shit. Is my ass that huge?"
"What? Are you kidding me? It's amazing."
"It looks big like that." She folded her arms under her tits and frowned.
"Your ass is perfect, it's just too close to the camera. It distorts the image." He leaned forward, then grinned and pointed. "I love how your pussy looks this close. It's gorgeous."
She peered at the part of her she'd never seen from that angle. The spot between her pussy and butthole. "I need to shave down there." He nodded, but kept quiet.
They watched more, then saw where she'd faced the camera and put him inside her. She leaned forward, her eyes glued to the TV.
"That's sexy as fuck," he said in a low voice. "I love how it looks going inside you like that."
"Too much hair. I really need to trim that jungle."
He laughed and squeezed her boob. As they watched themselves fucking, they commented on the quality of the shot, as well as how long each camera position remained interesting.
"I think we'll need to take frequent breaks to move the camera around. Too much in any one position gets boring."
She slapped his arm and pushed his hand off her tit. "You're getting bored watching us?"
He saw the look in her eye and his eyebrows rose. "No! I meant for other people who're gonna watch us. We need to keep switching up camera angles to keep it all fresh." He put his hand back on her tit, pinching her nipple, and she giggled.
After a few minutes, they moved around on the TV, and her butt faced the camera again, making her groan. She lined him up and he entered her.
"I love these shots," he said as he smiled, watching his cock slide in and out of his wife's beautiful pussy. Her lips moved just like he'd hoped.
Thankfully, he'd moved a lamp to be right by the camera, and the video quality wasn't bad. They watched, both breathing hard, as she fucked him on the screen. In a shorter time than they remembered, she came, and he did, too, shooting himself inside her.
"Holy crap! Your balls shrivelled up when you came." She giggled, her hand reaching over and cupping him under the blanket.
"You told me before that's what they do when I cum in your mouth."
"Oh! Wow, look at that." She leaned forward again, staring at where his white cum coated his cock. It still moved slowly in and out of her, pulling his sperm out, spreading around her lips as he moved.
"That's what I'm talking about. How's that for a money shot?" He beamed, then squeezed her tit and kissed her.
She giggled and kissed him back. After they broke the kiss, he pressed the stop button, and they took a sip of wine.
"I thought the money shot was when they filmed the guy shooting onto the girl, not inside her."
He nodded. "Yeah, most of the time that's what they show. I guess cumming inside the girl feels incredible, but it doesn't really translate to video as well. Feeling is one thing, but you can only see and hear when you watch one of these."
"Yeah, huh." She nodded, then looked over at him, one eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her face.
He looked back at her.
She laughed. "So, are we gonna do this? For real?"
He took a deep breath. "What do you think?"
She looked over at the TV, the images of them naked long gone. "It was pretty hot. If we can figure out how to make it better, I think we could make some bucks."
"And you're okay doing this?"
She shrugged. "Really, what do we have to lose? We're broke and will be thrown out of here if we don't raise some cash. Might as well go out with a bang, huh?"
"A bang." He laughed, and she smiled at him.
Her eyes twinkled when she said, "I know someone who might be able to help us do this more professionally."
Rusty smiled at her. "I think you're right. He's done videos before. I bet he has better equipment we could use."
"I could offer to blow him so he would lend us what we need." She looked at him with wide eyes, trying to look innocent.
Rusty laughed. "John would love that. It's been how long since you did that to him?"
She frowned, putting a finger to her lips. "Hmm, how long now? A couple of weeks, at least. Yes, that's it." She held the pose, then giggled.
"My ass," he said and pushed her back onto the couch. His cock stiffened quickly as he ground against her crotch.
He pulled off her panties, then pounced back onto her, shoving himself deep inside her wetness. She arched her back, moaning as he fucked her.
She gripped his ass in her hands, pulling her to him as she came. "This is my ass." She cried out with passion as they made furious love.
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"You're gonna do what?"
"Make sex videos and upload them. People are making bucks doing that." Rusty looked over at Maria, then back at their friend John.
John looked at Rusty, then at Maria. "You're onboard with this?" He smiled, one corner of his mouth curling.
She nodded. "Yep. We looked at several of them, and we can do at least as good. Hopefully better if we can borrow some higher quality equipment." She batted her eyelashes at him and pushed her elbows together, making her tits almost pop out of her thin V-neck shirt.
John laughed and turned to Rusty, tearing his eyes away from the tits he'd used to maul nightly years ago. Rusty grinned at his friend, knowing exactly what he was thinking.
"You guys are serious." John looked his friend in the eye.
Rusty nodded, his smile slipping. "Yeah. We're in a bit of a bind. My project got cancelled and they laid off the entire department. Almost a hundred people."
"And my hours got cut in half." Maria sighed.
"This seems like a good way to raise some quick cash." Rusty shrugged and took a deep pull from his beer, then sat back on John's sofa. Maria leaned back and pressed lightly to his side.
"Well, fuck. That sucks." John nodded and sighed. "Alright, I'll tell you what I can do."
Both Maria and Rusty sat up.
"You've got a pretty good camcorder and tripod already, you said. I've got that, too, and more than enough for internet resolution. I'll loan you that, and a few good lights on movable stands. That'll help improve the quality in both cameras."
"Wow, man. Thanks."
John nodded. "No problem, it's stuff I have lying around. When you two are rich porn stars, just remember who your friends are, okay?"
They both laughed. "Thanks, John," Maria said, smiling at him. Rusty watched, noting the affectionate look in her eyes. He shrugged mentally, unbothered by the platonic affection they had for each other.
John was about Rusty's height, with well groomed brown hair, but thinner, with a slightly more defined physique. His neatly trimmed, thin mustache wiggled as he grinned at his old girlfriend.
John and Maria had been hot and heavy for almost six months until they cooled things off. He never knew exactly why they'd agreed to that. Especially John. Rusty would never willingly give up Maria.
He guessed that was why he was married to her, and John wasn't. It all worked out for the best, he thought.
"So do you guys have any idea how to do this?" John asked as he emptied his beer. He got up, waved at theirs and, seeing their nods, went into the kitchen.
"More or less. We saw a show on cable, and that gave us the idea. We did a sample video with my dad's camcorder in our bedroom to see what it would look like."
John came back and handed them both a can.
"Oh? Did you bring it over? I could critique it for you." He took a swig of his beer, and his face gave nothing away.
Rusty opened his mouth, then closed it. Was he serious?
Maria's laugh got his attention.
"You dog! You'd love that." She laughed, and John joined her as they looked at the other. Rusty joined in a moment later.
"Sorry, sometimes old memories make you say dumb things."
"It's cool dude. I get it." Rusty glanced at Maria. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to have it in the car."
Her head whipped around, eyes wide as she stared at him. No one spoke for a heartbeat, then another. His eyes flicked from his wife to John.
The realization that Maria just might want John to see their video made him pause. He almost laughed, then thought about getting mad.
But they were borrowing equipment to film an even better quality video of Maria getting fucked. Hopefully, thousands of people will watch it, and pay them for it.
Would it matter if the man that had fucked her almost daily for six months watched it, too?
"Do you really?" Maria's eyes seemed to sparkle. Or was that anger? He wasn't sure.
"I'm just messing with you guys. No, I don't have it with me." He shook his head and chuckled, but watched them out of the corner of his eye as he lifted his can to his lips.
John seemed to deflate a little, and Maria sat back. He could see her plush boobs rising and falling as her stiff nipples poked against her thin shirt. Was she aroused?
"You shit," she said, laughing and slapped his arm, making his beer slosh and splash on his shirt. "Now I should make you go get it and show him."
He grinned at her, raising his chin and wiggled his eyebrows.
She raised hers, too, and said, "Or I might just drag John off to the bedroom and fuck him senseless while you film us. Make a second video. How'd you like that?"
She chuckled, but he wasn't sure if there wasn't something else in that laugh. For only a moment, he pictured himself moving around a bed, camera in hand, as he filmed John on top of her, thrusting as they both moaned as he came deep inside her. The thought made his cock twitch.
"I can't wait to see how this'll turn out," John said as he laughed and stood. "Come on, guys. I'll show you what I've got and how to use it." He led them down the hall to his spare bedroom.
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Maria moaned, her back arched, the back of her head pressing into her pillow as her body slid up and down the mattress. He lay on top of her, his hips churning as he fucked her.
The camera was on the tripod at the foot of the bed, just like they'd seen the other people do on the TV show. He'd already moved it around a few times.
They'd stuck pretty close to the script. John had given them some advice as he showed them his equipment. He asked them what clothes they'd wear during the short plot-stuff, as he called it, before they got down to the sex.
Starting with them falling to the bed, loosely clothed, wearing the ornate masks, they kissed and stripped each other. Quickly revealing their bodies, Maria had him roll onto his back and she'd blown him.
Pausing before she took him in her mouth, Rusty had reached over and turned on the hand-held camera. Holding it as steady as possible as the camera on the tripod next to the bed caught the action from the side, he filmed his wife slowly making love to his hard cock.
Maria's tongue slid up the underside of his cock as her beautiful face, half-covered by the garish mask, filled the small viewscreen, then reached the top as her lips slipped over the head of his dick. She angled down and lowered herself onto him, taking him deep into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.
Up and down, her head moved, and Rusty caught it all on tape. The lights John had loaned them were doing a fantastic job, letting the cameras catch all the up close and personal action clearly.
They'd done a few quick test videos, experimenting with where to best put the lights suspended on movable arms. They had two, placed out of view of the camera, their bases behind pieces of bedroom furniture. With one camera fixed on a tripod, they'd fucked and had oral sex with it behind them, on the side near the head of the bed.
They tried various heights, adjusting the angle from level to almost looking down from the ceiling. After cuddling naked on the couch, they watched the film snippets, taking notes of what looked best and discussing the script and the sequence of sex acts they were to film for their first video.
He had Maria's legs bent back, her knees near her shoulders as he spread his legs. The camera about a foot behind the bed recorded his cock plunging in and out of his wife's pussy. He'd gotten hard as they sat on the couch, watching that test video the other day.
The sight of his newly shaven balls and pubic area slamming against Maria's similarly hairless lips was erotic as hell. The diffused light he put next to the camera ensured a crisp, clear image.
They figured about five minutes in each position would be sufficient. Rusty would pull it off the tapes into the computer and edit it to blend seamlessly using some software he'd borrowed from John.
Maria moaned loudly under him. He remembered to make more noise than usual, hoping it would be caught on the tape. He still wasn't sure how much audio would be used, and how much, if any, music to have on the final cut. They'd have to experiment and see what worked best.
After a few more thrusts, he slowed, then stopped, both of them catching their breaths.
"Let's try doggie," he said as he kissed her. Their masks got in the way, and his slid to the side, making her giggle. He pulled out and let her stretch her legs.
"Damn, you were pounding me." He watched as she arched her back, her bare, beautiful tits rising as she extended her legs to get the kinks out.
"I can't wait to see that footage." He slid over and got off the bed, then went to the camera and checked. "Still going, and we have plenty of tape."
She rolled and got on her hands and knees. After a final check her ass was in position on the camera, he got onto the bed, his knees perched near the edge and put his hands on either side of her plush ass. His stiff cock slid around her lips, and he moved his hips, dragging the tip of his cock up and down between her pussy and crinkled butthole.
He pushed against her opening, and she shivered. Grinning at him over her shoulder, she said, "Hey! We didn't talk about you going in there."
He chuckled. "Just having a bit of fun." He wiggled his eyebrows, but they were covered by the asymmetric mask. "Maybe some other video one day."
Lining himself up, he pushed between her slick lips, slowly entering her. His legs were spread, and he slid into her, taking his time until he felt the tip of his cock touch the entry to her womb.
She'd always been just large enough to take him completely, and he always felt she was made only for him. Rusty knew she'd been with lots of guys before they met, just as he'd had many young women.
It always excited him more to hear about her with other guys before they met. She'd listen, and occasionally get worked up listening to him talk about his sexual past, but usually liked to do it more than talk about it, whereas images of other guys doing to her what he was doing at that moment fueled his lust.
Maybe that's why he took so quickly to the idea of filming them together. Sure, it was a way to make a quick buck, and fun and nasty as fuck, but it was also the stuff of fantasies.
Images of men of all kinds, sitting in front of their computers, jerking off to a video of her naked and fucking, made Rusty hot. Her tits flying and her pussy shoved full of her husband's cock, getting them off, was an image that flashed across his mind as he thrust into her.
He wondered how many gallons of cum would be ejaculated because of his sexy, naked wife in the next few weeks once they uploaded their video.
She had a great body, still in her early-twenties, with larger than average boobs, a slim waist and an ass she said she'd been complimented on since puberty worked its magic on her. They both visited the gym several times a week, and he knew his body was in good shape.
"Hey, I'm going to get a shot from above." He slowed, then stopped, still deep inside her.
She panted and lowered her head, resting her forehead on the pillow. "Okay."
He reached over, but couldn't reach the camera on the side table. The effort made a leg slip off the mattress, and he fell sideways, his cock sliding out of her as he tumbled.
With a thud, he landed on his back, his cock straight up and wobbling.
Maria sat up and spun around, looking down at him. "Oh, my God. Are you alright?" She couldn't keep the laughter from her words as she looked at him, his mask hanging from some hair on the top of his head as he looked around.
He laughed with her. "Yeah. I slipped."
"Goofball," she said and smiled as he got up, adjusted his mask and took the small camera. He turned it on as she kneeled on the bed, facing him.
As the image resolved on the flip-out screen, he pointed it at his wife. She had her hands on the bed, palms down. Her elbows trapped her tits, pushing them together and creating an impressive length of cleavage.
"Damn, you're gorgeous." He shook his head and zoomed back. The end of his cock came into the bottom of the viewfinder, and he stepped forward, the camera recording each movement.
She looked at his dick as it approached her mouth, and giggled when he lightly tapped it on her closed lips. His hips moved, making it trace a pattern over her lips and chin until she opened her mouth and sucked him in.
Rusty couldn't muffle a moan as he moved closer. Her head moved methodically, her lips sliding along his cock as he slowly moved the camera, catching her giving him amazing head from various angles.
A few minutes later, he stopped the recording. "Babe, you're getting me close, and I still want to do a few more things."
She sucked him deep, then released him, grinning. "What's next?"
"Let's get some with you on top. I'll hold this camera and we'll have the stationary one pointing at you from behind my shoulder." He moved the tripod to a spot near the head of the bed.
"Can you move over there?" He pointed to the center of the bed, and made a few adjustments to the camera as she kneeled, waiting. He turned a knob and raised the camera, then locked it into position, checking the image looked good on the small screen.
"Okay. I think this will work." He got on the bed and kissed her as they knelt, facing each other.
"I love you," she said after they broke the kiss.
"I love you, too. This is going to be so damn sexy." He chuckled, then laid down on his back.
She climbed onto him, but he stopped her. "Let me get you doing that with this." He held up the hand-held and pressed the red button.
"Okay." She nodded, then crawled over to him, her hand holding his cock as she rubbed it. Facing the camera, she straddled her husband and pressed her shaved pussy, topped by a small triangle of short black hair, over his dick.
He held up the camera, getting a closeup of the spot where her spread lips covered him. She moved her hips, sliding along his shaft as she coated him with her essence. Only the tip of his cock was visible as she stopped, then started back down his shaft.
A few more passes and she lifted, taking his cock in her hand and aiming. He got the moment of penetration as she lowered herself. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside her until her small, trimmed landing strip nestled over his short pubes.
Maria lifted and fell, over and over, as she fucked her husband. His hand held the camera while the other roamed her body. His fingers would pinch her nipple as her soft, round boobs bounced.
After a few minutes, she leaned forward, both arms straight as her hands rested on his chest. Her hips sped up as she slammed herself down onto him.
He knew what was coming. She'd be cumming, and soon. After a year of dating and two married, they both knew each other's signs of impending orgasm.
He focused on her face as she ground on him. With his other hand, he pushed lightly against her boob, urging her to sit up. Her clenched eyes opened, and she looked at him, then nodded subtly.
Arching her back, Maria ground her hips as he focused on her face, moving the camera down over her torso, capturing the hypnotic way her tits undulated with each of her movements.
Just as her orgasm took her, she switched movements and bounced wildly on him. He pointed the camera to capture his soaked cock sliding in and out of her. Her lips slid over his shaft as she cried out above him.
After a few more bounces, she shivered and moaned loudly, then fell forward. He just had time to move the camera as his other hand wrapped around her heaving body as she ground on him, her face pressed to the side of his head.
"Oh, man, you're so damned sexy," she said quietly into his ear, her breaths ragged as she calmed. His cock pulsed inside her, still stiff.
He was holding his orgasm for the big finale. The money shot. That's what people wanted to see at the end of almost all the videos they'd watched so far.
She lifted her head and pulled off her mask, then pulled his off. She leaned down and kissed him, pressing her lips hard against his. Wiggling her hips, held him to her and moved her hips. His cock slid in and out of her.
"Wait," he said as she lifted her head. "We need to do the money shot."
She grinned and sat up, still deeply impaled on him, her hips moving slowly. Sighing, she said, "If you say so. Damn, that was sexy."
He chuckled, then urged with his hands for her to climb off him. She lifted, and he watched as his cock was slowly revealed as she let him leave her hot, wet pussy.
It fell against his stomach with a wet slap as her leg swung around. She fell back to lie next to him.
He sat up and pushed her butt over, making her lie partially on her side, facing the camera on the tripod next to the bed. She took the other camera and pointed it at him as he lifted her upper leg, placing her calf over his shoulder.
He handed the mask to her and put his on. Once settled, her legs spread wide, he shuffled forward, and aimed his cock at her gaping, red pussy.
"Are you getting this?" he asked, and she nodded. He could clip that audio out later during editing.
He leaned forward and slid easily into her velvety interior. He pushed deeply into her, using his body mass to move her back and forth. Her tits wobbled, and he hoped that showed up on the stationary camera. She held the other so that it captured the action close up between her legs.
This was the grand finale. A few minutes of him fucking her as hard as he could, then pulling out and shooting his cum all over her stomach. He wondered how far he could shoot, and if he'd reach her sexy tits.
He thought he used to shoot that far when he masturbated years ago. But at the elderly age of twenty-three, he didn't get quite the distance he achieved in his teens. Either way, he'd do his best to make it look sexy.
After all, he was doing this as a proxy for hopefully thousands of other men as they watched this video. They'd all picture themselves between her legs, fucking her with their cocks. Feeling how amazing it was to be inside her stunning, sexy body.
They'd jack off, getting closer just as he knew he was. He'd fuck her. Then, when he was ready to shoot his cum deep into her body, claiming her in the most ancient way, he'd pull out and show the world how much sperm he had for her. What could have gone into her body had he stayed in there.
That's what this was all about. Giving these unseen men, and maybe some women, the fantasy of fucking his wife. Of knowing her in the most personal way possible, and, when they couldn't hold back any longer, to shoot their sperm inside her.
"I'm close," he whispered, and Maria lifted the camera, pointing it to where he'd be shooting onto her. They'd talked about this moment, and she nodded to him.
A few more thrusts, and he felt the first rope of cum burst out of his balls. It travelled through the thick vein in his cock as he slammed forward, erupting deep inside her.
He pulled back and arched his back as his cock slid out, a pulse of white, creamy cum rocketing out of the end. It flew forward and landed in a line along her stomach. He grinned when a clump fell into her bellybutton.
Pulse after pulse shot out, painting her body. One strand almost made it to her tit, but he wasn't complaining as his orgasm washed over him.
Maria lifted the camera, pointing it at his cock as it slid over her mound, spreading around a large puddle of cum. It moved over her lips, and he guided the tip of his dick down until it coated the inner lips of her pussy.
He pushed forward, his cum-covered cock entering her, pushing his sperm into her pussy. It mixed with the first part of his ejaculation inside her, making her slick as he pushed his pubic bone against hers.
He moved in and out a few times, then stopped, his chest heaving as he stayed inside his cum-filled wife. His cock flexed, pulsing as he tried to get the last few drops of cum into her.
There was nothing more satisfying than shooting his sperm into his wife. He guessed that was his kink. Knowing a cock was inseminating her.
He thought about the videos they'd seen where the guy came inside the woman. A few showed her pussy up close after that, dripping with cum. He'd actually cum as they watched one the other night. They were on the couch, the blanket over their naked bodies.
She wanked him slowly as his fingers played between her legs. They weren't trying to get the other off. It was more just for fun and it felt sexy as they watched the videos on the TV.
But man, when they showed his cock pulse as it slammed into her, then cut to the closeup of her pussy, it sent him over the edge.
Maria had shrieked when his cum shot out, coating her hand and the blanket. Neither had expected it, and she'd teased him the rest of the night about it.
That was until he pulled her legs over and spread them as she lay on her back on the couch. He dove between her legs and ate her out mercilessly until she came. He didn't stop, and she'd tried to push him away, but he held on and brought her to another orgasm quickly.
Only then had he relented and released her to gasp on the couch. He kneeled at the end of the couch, watching her breath as her wet, sticky pussy spasmed.
Remembering the running camera, Rusty pulled out and rolled over, falling onto his back next to her. He took the camera from her and switched it off.
"That was freaking amazing." She rolled over, and he wrapped her up in his arms. Their bodies pressed together, and he felt the cooling puddles of cum coat his stomach.
"You're amazing. People are gonna love watching you." He took off her mask, then his, and kissed her. They held each other for a few minutes before he got up. He turned off the other camera, then shut off the extra lights, bringing the brightly lit bedroom back to a more normal level.
"I can't wait to see this," he said as he detached the camera from the tripod.
"You made a big mess," she said, lifting herself up and running a finger down her slit. She brought it up and held it to him. A large dollop of cum dripped off it. "You came inside me."
He grinned and shrugged. "Sorry, but I still got the money shot."
She shook her head and smiled. "You horn dog. That's all you want to do anymore."
"Hell, yeah. You feel amazing. I want to cum in you all the time."
"Well, at least get it on film, I suppose. We sure need the cash." She laughed, then swung her legs over and got off the bed. "I'm gonna get cleaned up. Are you going to plug that into the TV?"
He nodded, gathering up the camera and cables. A small drop of sperm dripped off the tip of his cock.
"Hey!"
He looked up at her, his hands full.
"You're dripping, wipe that up." She shook her head and went into the bathroom, chuckling.
Later as they sat on the couch, Maria sipped her wine, then turned and grinned at her husband. "Damn, that was sexy."
"That's for sure." He pulled her closer, his arm around her as they sat under the throw blanket on the couch.
The television had just gone to static as their tape ended. He pushed the blanket away and stood, clad only in his boxers. His erect cock poked through the flap.
She giggled as he walked over to the TV. "Were you rubbing him under the blanket?"
He turned and grinned as the color rose in his cheeks. "Yup, guilty. That was so freaking hot watching you."
"You looked sexy, too. I love how your ass flexes."
"I know. Seeing it like this, it's like two other people doing it, but it's us." He shut off the TV and started rewinding the tape.
"Put that thing away," she said, giggling as he turned to face her, his stiff cock pointing to a spot just over her head.
He looked down, then wiggled his hips, sending his dick whipping from side to side. Grinning, he said, "Come over here and I'll put it away. Somewhere nice and warm and wet and tight."
"You're goofy."
"Oh, yeah?" He pounced on her, and she shrieked, then tried to back away. He grabbed her wineglass and put it on the table, then pulled her legs so she ended up on her back on the long couch.
Pulling the blanket away, he pulled her arms, making her sit up. With one hand, he pulled her nightshirt up and off, throwing it to the side, leaving her naked.
He released her to fall back with a huff as he pulled off his underwear, then almost fell on top of her.
As they fucked on the couch, he asked her in a gasping voice, "So we're gonna become porno stars?"
He pushed deep into his wife as her legs wrapped around him.
She grunted and laughed. "Looks that way."
"We're gonna be famous. My cock and your amazing tits and ass."
"You nut!" She pulled his head down and they kissed as his hips pistoned against her.
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A week later, Rusty clicked on the keyboard with a flourish, then pressed the mouse button as he grinned.
"Honey? Can you come here for a minute?" Rusty called out to the sound of dishes being put away. She walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a small towel, and over to the corner of the living room where they had an oak computer hutch.
Their monitor filled most of the small space, the keyboard and mouse on a pull-out shelf. By his knees was their tall rectangular computer, the fans making their distinctive noise. A dot-matrix printer fed by a box of fan-folded paper sat on a shelf below the keyboard drawer.
On the screen was the video editing software showing scenes of them on the bed, wearing only their garish masks.
"It's ready. Want to see it?" He looked up at her and smiled.
Her eyes glittered as she asked, "How's it look?"
"I can plug the video into the TV." He stood, then fished a cable from behind the hutch, and snaked it over a few feet to their television. He pulled it back from the wall and attached the cable, then turned it on and selected the correct input.
Once the image from the computer was on the screen, he went over, clicked a few buttons, then maximized the screen.
Upbeat music with mainly synthesizers played as the screen came to life.
Rusty and Maria perched on the edge of the sofa, eyes on the screen as they watched themselves fucking on TV.
"Holy shit, look at you," he said, as his wife on screen kneeled on all fours. Her tits swayed under her as he pounded her from behind.
"Damn, that's sexy." She shook her head and grinned at him for a moment before turning back to the action.
They occasionally made comments about the filming or lighting as they watched. When it was over, they looked at each other.
"What do you think?"
She smiled and shrugged in her endearing way. "We made a porno!" They both laughed.
"Do you think people would want to watch it?"
Her eyebrows rose, and she exhaled. "I don't know. Maybe?"
"Yeah. I mean, it's hot that it's you and me. I think the video quality is just okay."
"I'd lose the silly eighties porno music, though. It's so last decade."
He looked at her indignantly. "Hey! It took a lot of searching to find that audio clip, download it with Napster and get it in there."
She laughed. "We couldn't hear anything else. I'd like to hear the sounds we make."
He nodded, rubbing his jaw. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll do that for the next one."
"The editing was pretty good I thought. I like the way you spliced it all together."
"That's what takes the most time after I sucked the video over from the camcorder. Getting it to seem like one continual fuck."
She giggled.
Laughing, he said, "You know what I mean."
She patted his leg. "I know. You did great." She looked at him with wide eyes. "Want to see if people will pay for it?"
He grinned. "I already opened an account on the website and set it up to deposit money into a new bank account I opened."
"You sneak!" She leaned over and kissed him. "Hey, did you make the short teaser clip?"
"Yeah." He stood and walked over to the computer, clicked a few things, then came back.
Another video started, this one without the music. It had short segments from each of the camera angles, ending as the first few shots of his cum landed on her.
"That's good. I think it'll make people want more."
"Thanks." He looked at her. "It's ready to upload. Should we?"
She took a deep breath and held it for a moment. "There's no way anyone will know it's us, right?"
"We had our masks on the whole time."
She bit her lower lip, then nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."
He grinned, then went over to the computer. After a moment, the familiar clicks and howls of the modem played, then quieted. He logged onto the website, tapped a few buttons, then was ready.
"Come over here."
She stood and walked over. He pointed at the green button with the word "Upload" on it.
"Click there."
She looked down at him, her brows raised. "Me?"
He nodded. "Yup. I want you to do it."
She sighed, then chuckled. "Oh, fuck it. What could go wrong?"
She took the mouse and clicked. The window changed to display the upload status.
"Two minutes and forty five seconds until we're porno stars," he said, laughing.
She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head as he watched the progress bar.
Finally, it dinged, and a fresh box told them congratulations.
"Now we wait and see what happens."
"I love you," she said and kissed him.
He reached over and cupped her tit.
"I love you too."
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The WPC Guild Pt. 01
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-wpc-guild-pt-01
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Lesbian Sex
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Katie 'GG' Greaves-Gilbert is a 27-year-old police constable with Kent police. She was looking out of the passenger window of the Peugeot 308 patrol car she shared with a fellow female officer PC Jessie Walton.
GG was musing to herself that she was coming off a long double shift where she was on nights for a week, then straight on to days. Now she could look forward to some downtime, but there was a ping of sadness as she recently broke up with her long-term boyfriend, he was fed up with her constantly changing shift patterns and gave her an ultimatum, him or the job. She had always dreamt of being a copper so it was not that big a choice.
"You're awfully quiet over there," Jessie asked.
GG smiled at her, "Sorry, just lost in thought. I have a week off and for once I have no plans."
Jessie returned her smile, "I was sorry to hear that you and Chris broke up."
"It was heading that way for a while, but still hit me when we called time on our relationship," GG said, a ping of sorrow in her heart.
15 minutes later Jessie pulled into the car park of Maidstone police station and parked up and the two constables grabbed their kit and headed into the station. GG sat at one of the communal computers and entered her duty log, thankfully a quiet shift so she was quickly done. She signed off the duty log entered the women's locker room and changed out of her uniform, into a pair of jeans, and wool knit pullover, and a black leather jacket. It felt good to let her long blond hair down.
Once home she fell into bed as the sun started to rise. She slept well as her body started to recharge and the stress of the last few weeks started to leave her.
GG was up after just 4 hours of sleep, her usual routine when coming off a night shift. Just grab enough sleep to get her through the day so she can get back on a normal nighttime sleep pattern. After a nice long shower, she decided after weeks of wearing her unflattering police duty uniform, she decided to wear a very girlie maxi dress, with her hair down with more make-up than she is allowed on duty.
After a nice lunch sitting outside in the sunshine, she returned home to do a few chores.
As she finished unloading her dishwasher, there was a knock at her front door.
Upon opening the door GG saw a woman in a police uniform she did not recognise standing there. But under her stab vest rather than the black velour top, she wore a white shirt with a black tie clipped to her collar. On her shoulder epaulets, she wore Sargent chevrons.
"Can I help you, Sargent?" GG asked slightly confused.
The Sargent smiled and extended her hand, "I'm Sargent Nikki Lee based out of Rochester West. I'm a recruiter for the BAWP, the British Association for Women in Policing, and I'm here to see if you wish to join the guild."
GG led Nikki into her sitting room and made them both a coffee. Nikki reached into a black briefcase removed a brown A4 size envelope and pulled out some documents.
She arranged the papers on the table and put a pen next to them, "Before we can have this discussion, I need you to sign this NDA, basically if you decide not to join you are bound to secrecy."
GG, scan read them and it said that her professional life would be over if she talked about the guild to an outsider. Part of her wanted Sgt Lee to leave, but she was curious as to what warranted so much secrecy, she lifted the pen and signed the papers, "There, not sure what I've just let myself in for, but let's see."
Nikki gathered the NDA and put them back into the envelope, before continuing, "The WPC Guild was formed in the early 80s to help serving female police officers to release the stress and pressures that women face in the modern police force. Our members help each other through female-to-female sexual intercourse as a stress relief."
GG's eyes widened, "You are kidding me?"
"I'm deadly serious," Nikki replied, "essentially two consenting female officers can meet up and have no-strings-attached sex. Trust me I use this service all the time after some long periods on night shift."
"But I'm not gay," GG said, shaking her head.
Nikki laughed, "Nor am I, and 95% of our members consider themselves straight, but it is a great stress relief from the demands of the job."
GG sat in silence, wondering if she should shut this conversation down now as it is something she would never do, but something stopped her from asking Nikki to leave.
After a moment longer she asked, "So what are the rules?"
"First off, you have to be in uniform for a meet-up, and by uniform, I mean your dress uniform, "Nikki explained, "During the session, you can remove as much clothing as either participant wants, but collars must remain fastened, and ties or cravats must remain clipped to the collar."
Nikki continued, "If either member removes their tie or cravat then this is a declaration that she would like to take the pair to a relationship, the other member can either remove their tie or cravat to signal acceptance or leave the tie or cravat in place to decline the invitation."
"Wow," was all GG could muster.
"Each member is issued with a strap-on penis to pleasure their session partner," Nikki said, "But be warned as rank does have its privilege. Once you have signed up you are obliged to submit to a session with any female officer higher in rank than you, and also, they have to fuck you in the arse."
"What the fuck," GG burst out.
"Likewise you have to fuck anyone with a lower rank than you in the arse," Nikki concluded.
GG shook her head, "But I'm a PC, there is no one lower in ranked than me."
Nikki smiled, "Actually there are, special constables, and PCSOs (Police Community Support Officers) rank lower than you in the guild."
"So, let me get this straight," GG said, "If I sign up for this, I can fuck, or be fucked by another policewoman using a strap-on dildo. I have to be in my dress uniform whilst this is happening. Also, if my partner outranks me, I cannot turn them down, and they have to fuck me in the arse."
Nikki nodded, "Yes that's about the sum of it."
"I'm not sure I could take being fucked in the arse," GG said not sure how to proceed.
"It is not too bad, I've been pegged several times by superior officers," Nikki commented, "As long as you are well prepared it is actually very pleasurable."
A silence hung in the air, GG's mind was racing and Nikki gave her time to process the information she laid on her.
After a good amount of time, Nikki decided something needed to be said, "Look, I can see this is tough, I remember when I was recruited. We wore shirts and ties as part of our duty uniform then. I can do one of two things right now, first I can drink my coffee, we shake hands and you will never hear from us again as long as you keep your silence."
"And option 2?" GG asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
"Option 2, well," Nikki said, as she reached into her case and produced a strap-on dildo, "I strap this to my pussy, whilst you get changed into your uniform and we can give you a trial run."
GG shook her head, "No, I can't do that, I'm not gay."
Nikki picked the dildo up and started to put it away, "Very well, but like I said it does not mean you are gay just to get a little mutual stress relief in. But I respect your wishes and hope you stick to the NDA. There are over 5000 fellow officers in the guild, and we would hate to have our fun spoiled."
GG watched Nikki put the dildo away and felt an instant relief, but then she felt something else, panic at potentially missing out on something, she put out her hand and said, "Wait."
Nikki looked up at her, "Yes?"
"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute, I need time to think," GG said, as she stood up and left Nikki.
GG went to her bedroom and closed the door. She started to pace around the room, could she do this, is this wrong, did she want to try this? Her head was flooded with questions, and she was soul-searching to make sense of the situation.
The fact she was struggling over whether to accept Nikki's offer was tantamount to her being tempted, she at least admitted that to herself. Though it had only been a month since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend, truth be told they had not had sex in over 3 months, and yes, she was horny as fuck. But sex with another woman, could she let herself go with that? She looked over at her closet, could she?
Nikki was browsing through her phone, looking at the guild's secure app for potential partners in the area. Since joining the guild, she always got wet when she wore her shirt and tie as part of her uniform as it mostly led to great sex. GG had been gone for nearly 20 minutes and she was thinking of leaving, GG should have made her mind up by now, and she was clearly too scared to return.
Nikki heard the sitting room door open and she looked up. GG was standing there, but she no longer wore the maxi dress she left the room in. Now she was wearing her dress police uniform, white shirt, and black clip-on tie the same as Nikki, but also her black woolen skirt and black tunic with silver buttons. She had tied her blond hair into a regulation bun with two bangs framing her face and wore her black bowler hat with a checked band. Under her skirt, she wore black nylons, complete with black patent leather lace-up flat parade shoes.
GG struggled to meet Nikki's gaze, and her hands fidgeted nervously in front of her. Nikki let out a little whimper as her pussy flooded at the sight of the young uniformed police constable standing in front of her.
Nikki rose and approached GG and when she reached her, she raised a hand to GG's cheek tenderly.
"It will be OK," Nikki said to reassure GG, "We can go as slow as you are comfortable, or we can stop at any time."
GG just looked her in the eye and smiled. Nikki reached up from GG's cheek, took her hat in hand and removed it, placing it on a sideboard.
Nikki took her by the hand and led her back to the sofa, sitting them both down, Nikki's uniform trousers brushing GG's nylon-covered leg causing a shiver to run up her spine. Nikki unzipped her stab vest and tossed it aside.
"You look very sexy in your uniform, the white collar and black-tie contrast perfectly with your hair and skin," Nikki said, placing a hand on GG's knee.
"So how do we do this sarge, are you going to fuck my arse," GG asked, almost regretting the invite to take this next step.
Nikki smiled reassuringly, "No until you are an official guild member, I'm happy to fuck your pussy today."
GG smiled, a little relieved.
Nikki leaned in close to GG's face, "Just relax, it will be OK."
GG closed her eyes, as Nikki's lips brushed hers, she had missed the intermate touch of another human being. She moaned, and as her mouth parted Nikki's tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it by brushing it with her own. GG fell back onto the sofa and took Nikki with her; she was now fully committed to this union.
Nikki slid her hand up GG's leg and slid the hem of her skirt up in the process. They both started to moan as the rapture overtook them. Instinctively GG reached up and started to unfasten Nikki's belt and trousers. She eased Nikki's trousers down her legs, and Nikki kicked off her shoes to aid the removal of her duty trousers.
With her trousers removed, she rubbed her white cotton panties against GG's pink lacy thong. GG whimpered as Nikki's hot sex rubbed against hers. Both girl's underwear was soaked with their juices. GG had never realised how erotic it was to wear a tight shirt collar and tie would be during sex, or how much more sensual sex with a woman was compared to her previous male partners.
Nikki whispered into GG's ear, "Let us take this to your bedroom."
Nikki stood up and offered her hand to GG, who replied, "Sure thing Sarge."
GG led Nikki by the hand to her bedroom; in Nikki's other hand, she held the double-ended strap-on dildo.
In the room, as GG removed her skirt, she watched Nikki slide her panties off to reveal her neatly shaved pussy before inserting one end of the dildo into her pussy. The sloppy sound as it inched its full 6 inches in made her bite her lip. GG fixated on the remaining 6 inches now pultruding from Nikki's crouch, and the desire ignited a fire within her and involuntarily she reached into her soaked thong and rubbed her clit.
As Nikki adjusted the straps on her strap-on, she looked up at GG pleasuring herself with one hand as the other stroked her collar and tie. After all her encounters with her policewomen, the sight of a horny WPc was the most erotic sight she had seen.
"I'm going to enjoy this as much as you constable," Nikki said as she sauntered over to GG.
She grabbed the front of GG's thong and tore it free of her crotch the delicate fabric offered no resistance, and then with a shove pushed her onto the bed. GG scooted up the bed and parted her legs in an unspoken invite, an invite that Nikki accepted instantly.
Nikki straightened her tie and then climbed onto the bed. She looked down into GG's eyes and knew she was ready for the final step. Nikki took hold of the silicon dick between her legs and rubbed the tip along GG's slit.
"Fuck me already," GG pleaded.
Nikki pushed her hips slowly forward and she entered GG, and their mouths met as their bodies became one. Everyone of GG's nerve endings was alive as Nikki inched further and further into her.
The months of no intimacy had made her connection to Nikki heightened with the need for a release of passion. She was not even aware her stress levels were elevated as the stress washed away with every inch that Nikki entered. Never in a million years did she imagine she would be having sex with a woman, and whilst dressed in their uniforms, stranger still it was the most erotic thing she had ever done.
As her mind focus back on the here and now, Nikki was thrusting into her at a firm pace, her own passion building up in her pussy with every stroke.
"Oh Sargent, fuck me, I need release," GG panted, "Deeper, oh god yes."
Nikki slowed her strokes and started to slowly gyrate her hips causing GG to arch her back.
"Oh fuck, yes, yes," GG Screamed, "I have never felt this way before."
"Men have no fucking idea how to please a woman," Nikki said adding to GG's building rapture.
"Don't stop, for fuck's sake don't stop, I'm close," GG pleaded as tears streamed down from her face.
Nikki no longer heard GG's pleas as her animalistic instincts took over as her own need for release.
If this was a normal guild encounter, Nikki's pleasure as a senior officer would be paramount. This is why junior officers had to give their arses to their superiors to show their position of submission. But for now, GG was a potential recruit, so her release was a factor for Nikki.
Nikki was now back to purely fucking GG, thrusting with all her might as the fire was ignited in her belly sparked to life, her release imminent.
Strands of sweaty hair had escaped GG's bun, her forehead glistering, and her white shirt starting to soak up the heat from her body. The walls of her pussy started to quiver as her orgasm built.
"Oh god, here I come," GG cried out.
Nikki arched her back with a final thrust as her own pussy squirted her juices over GG's. GG clamped her thighs around Nikki's body as the best orgasm she had in years rocked her body. Both women felt as one.
As Nikki regained her composure, she eased herself out of GG and flopped down on the bed next to her. GG unbuttoned her tunic, then reached for her tie and was about to remove it.
"STOP!", Nikki shouted, "You cannot remove that tie whilst we are still in bed."
GG froze wide-eyed, and let the tail of her tie drop back to her shirt front, "Wow, that is some strict rules."
Nikki held a hand up, "Sorry, but as I said removing your tie is a sign to take the encounter to an emotional level."
GG laughed, "I'm flattered but as great as this was, I'm not ready to start a relationship."
Nikki smiled and got off the bed, as she walked towards the door, she pulled off her own tie and released the top three buttons of her shirt, she turned to GG and winked, "You all good now constable."
GG sighed and then reached up to her collar and tugged her tie from her collar, followed by unbuttoning her shirt.
Back in the living room, Nikki had removed her dildo and shirt. GG entered the room, now just wearing her black silk robe. Nikki pulled out a black spandex police duty shirt and pulled it over her head and zipped up the collar.
"Believe it or not, I'm actually starting my shift in a couple of hours," Nikki said as she slipped her knickers back on.
GG sat down as Nikki continued redressing, she reached up and released the hair tie, letting her hair fall down her back. After tying her shoes Nikki sat back down pulled an envelope out of her bag, and took out the papers inside.
She pushed the papers across the table with a pen, "So, do you want to make this official?"
GG thought for a moment, scanning the top sheet, it read: -
Contract of Acceptance.
The undersigned, police constable Katie Greaves-Gilbert has agreed to accept and adhere to the rules and regulations of the covenant of the sisterhood of women police officers.
As a sister, you are committing yourself to helping your fellow sisters in the relief of the pressures of the job. The sister will also submit to a request of any senior sister and give their bodies over to the sole pleasure of that senior sister.
During any session, both participants must retain their cravat or tie, and their collars fastened until one of the participants has left the session.
Though senior officers are to only use the anal canal of a junior officer, they cannot do so in a malicious manner.
After reading the contract, GG sat back and said, "This is heavy stuff."
Nikki smiled, "I know, but I've never regretted joining the sisterhood."
"And if I signed this, and we did this again you would bugger my arsehole?" GG asked.
Nikki nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid so. But there are over 1400 female officers in the Kent constabulary, at least 50% of those are in the sisterhood. Also, nothing is stopping you from meeting officers from other forces if you don't mind traveling."
"Fuck it," GG said, picked up the pen and signed her name.
"Excellent, and welcome to the sisterhood," Nikki said, she reached into her bag and retrieved a black box about 12" long, which she passed to GG.
GG lifted the lid, inside was a strap-on dildo similar to Nikki's, and also a card with a QR code on it.
"The QR code is a link to our secure online portal, think of it as Tinder for policewomen," Nikki said, "You will need to get your profile set up, and as soon as you have you are free to start taking advantage of the stress relief the guild offers."
Nikki stood up and reached out her hand to GG, who also stood and took her hand.
"Thanks for a great time constable, and enjoy the guild," Nikki said.
Shaking Nikki's hand GG replied, "This was certainly not how I saw my day going, but thank you for recruiting me, and the trial run."
Nikki took her leave, and GG was left all alone to read through the rule book for the guild. The first thing she needed was a photo of her in uniform, but that could wait till tomorrow.
If the feedback from this story is positive, I plan to turn this into an anthology series with different policewomen using their membership in the guild for their pleasure.
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"police",
"wpc",
"policewoman",
"strap-on",
"uniform",
"shirt and tie",
"contract",
"british"
] |
The Velvet Rabbit: Nylon and Heels
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-velvet-rabbit-nylon-and-heels
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Transgender
|
Tokyo after dark. Satin and smoke. A place where boys become girls, and secrets dress in black satin and sheer nylons.
This is a story of transformation, temptation--and the tender danger of falling in love when you least expect it.
With love and thanks to the wonderful Ms Rebecca Brookes for her generous help and sharp-eyed advice. Do check out her stories--you'll thank me later.
This is a work of fantasy. All characters depicted are over 18 years old.
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Chapter One: Down the rabbit hole
----------------------
The neon hadn't started buzzing yet. It was too early for that. Just late afternoon, the sky over Tokyo still amber and blue, full of heat and engine fumes.
I'd walked past the door twice before I finally knocked.
It didn't look like the kind of place you'd find online--sitting on a narrow side street, just a slab of black wood with a tiny silver buzzer and a tarnished plaque that said
Velvet Rabbit - Members Only
. No lights. No music. No clue what was on the other side.
Tokyo was still glowing with late afternoon heat. My palms were sweating, but not from the sun.
I wasn't dressed up yet, just jeans and a loose T-shirt, my wig in my bag, lashes still glued neatly to their tray. Anonymous. I looked like any other kid running errands in this sprawling mass of a city.
Except I wasn't.
I swallowed hard and pressed the buzzer.
A moment later, the door clicked and cracked open, and a girl peeked out. She looked like something out of a shōjo manga--tiny, soft-featured, black bob that curved neatly against her jaw, big glasses over almond eyes, perched on a delicate nose. She wore a yellow summer dress with little strawberries on it and pale pink ballet flats. Her smile like summer that hit me like a warm breeze.
She looked more like a shy undergrad on her way to cram school than someone working in a hostess club.
The reality of what I was here to do was hitting hard, made worse by this pretty girl who must know my secret.
I stumbled over my words. "Uh, hi. I'm here for... the interview?"
Her eyes lit up. "Interview?" my heart skipped a beat. Had I got the wrong place? "Wait--are you ReniRose?"
Oh god.
I almost stepped back. "Um... yeah."
"I
love
your TikTok!" she squealed, opening the door wider. "You're even cuter in person. Come in, come in--I'm Miyu!"
I blinked, thrown completely off guard. I'd expected some older guy with a clipboard, maybe even a chain-smoking mama-san, full of intimidation and disapproval. But not this adorable, strawberry-dress-wearing fan. Her hand fluttered to her mouth when she giggled.
She led me inside and I followed, blinking into the darkness. The club was quiet, lit low and red, like stepping into a plush box of secrets. Tables with velvet booths. A tiny raised stage with a screen behind it. A bar glowing faintly at the back.
"This way," Miyu said, leading me past a curtain and into a dressing room.
It was a riot of wigs, makeup, racks of satin and lace and stilettos. The air smelled like hairspray and perfume.
"So, the boss will want to see you dressed," she said, already half out the door. "You'll be fine. You're gorgeous." She winked. "Just go full Reni."
And just like that, I was alone with my reflection.
I stared at the mirror. No filters. No ring light. Just me. I didn't know how I could do this in front of this pretty girl, not least for whatever man ran this place.
I unzipped my bag with shaky fingers and began. Primer, foundation, contour. I could do this in my sleep by now. Wig cap. The pink bob with heavy bangs--cute, classic, a little bratty and my signature look. Black liner, glitter on the corners, pink shimmer lipstick. A crop top with off-the-shoulder sleeves. Micro skirt. High heels.
My legs looked amazing. They always do.
When I was finished, I barely recognized myself.
I was her. ReniRose. The girl with 30k followers and comments full of hearts and "mommy???"
I was still adjusting my skirt when Miyu popped her head back in.
Her eyes widened. "Holy shit. You're--wow."
My cheeks went hot. "Too much?"
"No," she said, eyes scanning me slowly. "You're perfect." Miyu studied me a little harder than I felt comfortable with before saying, "Ready to meet the boss?"
No. Not remotely. But I nodded.
She reached out and took my hand. Her fingers were soft, her grip gentle.
"Just smile," she whispered. "You've got this."
Somehow she gave me the confidence to continue. So we walked back into the red-lit club, my heels clicking too loudly, my heart pounding like it might burst.
Miyu led me to a narrow hallway behind the bar, then tapped on a frosted glass door.
There was a grunt from inside.
She smiled at me again--encouraging, almost proud--and pushed it open.
The office smelled like smoke and air freshener. The lights were low, a small desk lamp casting everything in a hazy orange. Behind the desk sat a man who looked like he'd been here since the nineties. Balding, with a grey goatee and a paunch that strained against his shirt. A cigarette smouldered between his fingers, ash curling towards the desk.
He didn't say anything at first.
Just looked at me.
Really looked.
I stood there, heels slightly wobbling, trying not to shrink under his gaze. He wasn't leering exactly--it was more like he was assessing a slab of meat.
My throat tightened. I was painfully aware of how little I was wearing, how vulnerable I was and that this was the first time I'd stood cross-dressed in front of a man.
"Spin," he said, voice gravel.
I hesitated. I should've left. I should've run.
But instead, I turned slowly, making sure my skirt didn't ride up too much, my hips swaying out of instinct more than intent.
When I turned back, he was still watching. Then he nodded and gestured at the chair in front of the desk. "Sit."
I did, legs together, hands folded in my lap. My heart was hammering. I wasn't sure I liked feeling this small, this exposed.
"You'll do," he said flatly. "Got any experience serving?"
"Yes," I squeaked, my voice high and breathy. "I've worked in some cafes."
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it. "This is a bit different."
He took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled towards the ceiling.
"Pay's three thousand yen an hour. You'll be on three nights a week. Tips'll triple that if you smile right. Maybe more, for someone as cute and young as you."
The money sounded good, a lot more than I got from my tiktok, a hell of a lot more than my odd-jobs. But was this easy money for a reason?
My lips parted. "What exactly would I have to do?"
He leaned forward, elbows on the desk.
"Look pretty. Smile. Compliment the patrons. Serve their drinks. If they like you, they'll want you to sit with them. Dance when they sing karaoke. Maybe sit on their lap if you feel like it."
My stomach fluttered.
He saw it.
"Look, there's no funny business. No sex. No touching beyond the occasional idiot who tries a squeeze. We've got cameras. One hand goes somewhere it shouldn't, and he's out."
I nodded slowly, relieved somewhat. "So... it's more about the fantasy?"
He grinned, smoke curling from his lips.
"You're not here to
be
a girl. You're here to
make them feel like men.
Make 'em laugh, feel seen. Wiggle cute, pour their whisky, act like they're the only one in the room."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "You think you can do that sweetheart?"
I hesitated. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I wasn't even into guys at all, I just liked the dressing up. Being ogled in real life wasn't the same as getting flirty comments online when I was safe behind a screen and an IP blocker. In real life they could touch you.
But the money was really good for only three days work a week. Better than any café job. And somewhere beneath the anxiety, there was this twisted little spark. The thrill of becoming her. Reni Rose in real life.
I nodded.
"I'll try."
"You start Friday. Miyu'll show you the ropes."
He reached for a drawer and pulled out a name tag with a bunny logo and a blank label.
"Write down whatever name you want them to call you."
I stared at it. My hand shook slightly as I picked up the pen.
ReniRose.
As soon as I finished the last letter, I felt a cold shiver crawl down my spine.
What the fuck had I just done?
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Chapter Two: Bunny School
----------------------
The pen had barely left the paper when Miyu burst in and took me by the hand again and tugged me to my feet.
"Okay! Let me show you around. You're gonna love it," she beamed, swinging our joined hands like we were off to recess.
I tried to smile, but my stomach was still a bit of a knot. Signing that name tag felt like slipping into something I couldn't take off again. Like clipping on a pair of high heels with a lock on the strap.
We stepped back into the main club room, now dimly lit with soft purples and blues that made everything shimmer--velvet booths, chrome edging, mirrored walls. The kind of place that felt like
a dream and a dare all at once.
"On a normal night," Miyu said, skipping ahead with a little hop in her ballet flats, "there's six girls working. Never more than twenty-five guests. Boss keeps it exclusive. You'll be assigned a few tables, usually in a pair with another girl--hopefully me. You serve drinks, flirt, keep the energy cute."
She spun on her toes and walked backwards for a moment, grinning at me like we were on a date, not a tour. Her bob cut bounced. Everything about her shimmered--bright, effortless, magnetic.
I hesitated, something catching in my throat. "Wait--Miyu, you're a bunny girl?" I blinked at her, confused. "But I thought only... I mean, you're so..."
"Pretty?" she teased, hand fluttering to her chest in mock surprise. "Convincing? Flawless?" She beamed, letting me squirm a second before winking. "Darling, I am a bunny girl. Through and through. And I'm flattered you didn't clock me."
She gave me a twirl, the hem of her frilly skirt flaring as she posed, full of showgirl sass. "You should've seen your face!" she giggled, clearly enjoying herself. "I knew you thought I was cis. You kept sneaking glances at my legs like you were doing math in your head."
I flushed, mouth opening, then closing. She wasn't wrong. I had thought that. I had been looking. Too much, maybe.
She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear. "It's okay. I like when boys get confused."
I swallowed, hard.
My cheeks were burning. "But... I mean, you just look so--"
"Girly?" she supplied sweetly. "So do you,
hime
. That's why they called you. You think they'd offer just any TikTok crossdresser a place here?"
"I just wear the clothes," I muttered, suddenly self-conscious. "You... you are something else."
"You wear the clothes well," she said, poking my chest with her manicured finger. "You've got the legs, the grace, the lips, the attitude. All the makings of a star. ReniRose is going to kill here."
I tried to smile, but the knot in my stomach twisted. I wasn't sure if it was nerves... or something else. I was looking at Miyu again. The soft line of her jaw, the perfect sway of her walk, her voice--warm, high, musical.
She was everything I found attractive. And now I knew. And I didn't know how to feel.
"I'll never be as good as you," I said under my breath.
Miyu stopped, turned on her heel, and caught my eye with a sudden seriousness. "Hey. Don't say that. You don't have to be me. You just have to be her. The girl you become when you let go of the fear."
Then she smiled again, brighter than before. "And don't worry, you'll have me to show you all the tricks." She gave me a playful wink before looping her arm through mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Now come on, there's just a few things more and then we can get you measured for your ears."
She pointed to the glossy touchscreens on each table. "Clients order drinks here or request a girl to join them for some one-to-one. If you're picked, you go over and be charming. Sit close. Let them sing at you, or drag you up for a duet. If they book a private booth..."
She gestured toward a hallway to one side that I hadn't noticed before, lit in soft red with frosted glass doors running along it.
"...
that's
the big tip zone."
My eyebrows rose. "What happens in the booths?"
Miyu grinned, pressing a finger to her lips, then gave a little shrug. "Karaoke. Talking. Lap cuddles. Sometimes they just want to pretend they're on a date. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they try to slide a hand somewhere stupid, but we handle it."
I felt a flicker of heat crawl up my neck.
"What if they, uh... try something more?"
She gave me a sidelong glance. "Look some girls make... arrangements.
Outside
the club. It has to be discreet. But here? It's all monitored. You keep it flirty, fun, maybe stroke their ego while they stroke your thigh."
That last part made my throat tighten. My knees too, actually.
Miyu leaned closer and gave me a knowing smile. "You're still nervous."
"Is it that obvious?"
She nodded, not unkindly. "You've got this twitchy bunny look, like you're gonna bolt."
She looked at me for a long second, then said gently, "You're gonna turn heads. You're beautiful, and you don't even know it. You were picked out to join! And if any guy steps out of line, I'll pull his ear off."
I smiled despite myself.
"Come on," she chirped, already walking back toward the dressing room. "Time to meet your new best frenemy:
the outfit
."
Back in the changing room, she opened a wardrobe and pulled out a hanger with a flourish.
"This," she said with reverence, "is the classic bunny girl outfit. She's a bitch to get into but oh my god,
look at her
."
The satin gleamed under the light--sleek, high-cut, a structured bodice with a plunging sweetheart neckline. There was a little cotton puffball tail at the back and white satin cuffs dangling from the hanger. The collar was crisp with a black bow tie already clipped on.
"And then," she added, fishing through the drawer like a magician, "we have
these
."
She held up the bunny ears like a trophy. "Your crowning glory. You don't just wear these--you
become
them."
I reached out and ran my fingers along the satin of the leotard. It was smooth, firm, almost cold. I imagined myself inside it, body hugged tight, legs out, heels clicking across the floor.
God, I looked
hot
in my head. And that scared me a little.
"You'll wear black," Miyu said, folding the hanger into my arms. "Mine's pink. It matches my blush."
She twirled dramatically, like she was already in her own costume. "And don't forget: sheer black pantyhose, four-inch patent heels. They murder your feet by midnight, but hey--beauty is pain."
I chuckled weakly, still holding the outfit like it might bite me. "Do people really just... wear this all night?"
She leaned in, whispering, "You stop noticing after ten minutes. Or after the second customer gives you a ¥10,000 tip just for calling him
senpai
and blowing him a kiss."
I looked at myself in the mirror. Just me in makeup, holding a fantasy in my hands.
A tingle ran up my spine. Excitement. Or nerves. Or maybe both.
Miyu must've noticed the hesitation in my face, because she stepped close again and gently placed her hand on my arm.
"You don't have to do this if it's too much," she said softly. "But I think you want to. I think you're just scared because it feels real now."
I nodded slowly. "I don't even know who I am when I'm like this."
Her hand squeezed mine. "You're still you. You're just a shinier version. A little bouncier. A little pinker."
She smiled at me, warm and unflinching.
"I'll look after you, okay? We'll be friends. I can already tell."
That warmth washed over me again, like sunlight behind closed eyes. I felt the same way.
Then her smile changed. A flicker of nerves.
"There's... one more thing," she said.
She turned to the drawer again, hesitated, then looked back over her shoulder at me.
"You have to wear something else, too. It's kind of... part of the uniform."
Her tone had shifted. Not playful now. Like she was bracing herself. Embarrassed about what she had to say.
"What is it?" I asked, my stomach doing another twist.
Miyu hesitated, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a small, sleek object. It was shaped like an L, or maybe more like a flattened T--one end slightly curved like a hook, the other tapering into a rounded tip. The whole thing was coated in smooth black silicone, soft-looking but firm. Near the wider end was a tiny reflective panel, like a sensor or maybe a light, and just below it, a discreet button.
I blinked at it. "What... is that?"
She gave a nervous little laugh, twirling it between her fingers. "It's... a toy. Kind of. For the customers to play with."
"A toy?"
"Yeah. Something they can control from their table tablets," she said, her tone dipping into something a little more careful. "It sends a little... buzz. A tingle. A 'bunny buzz' they call it here. They press a button and--well, it lets you know someone's thinking of you. Makes your tail twitch."
I stared at it, my brain clicking into gear.
"You mean... we have to wear that? Where?"
Miyu gave me an apologetic look, then tilted her head and pointed--shyly--to her backside.
"It's, um... part of the uniform," Miyu said, her smile a little too wide. "You get used to it. Promise." She leaned in, lowering her voice just a touch. "The clients can, you know, activate it from their table. Every time they do, it costs them a hefty tip--and we get a nice cut. So technically... every buzz is a win."
She giggled, shrugging with mock innocence. "Embarrassing at first, sure, but you'll learn to smile through it. Think of it as a very personal applause."
She smiled again, but this one was smaller, more sheepish.
I looked at the device in her hand, then back at her. My throat felt dry. My whole body felt... confused.
"I see," I said, though I really wasn't sure I did.
She handed me the thing with a wink and said, "Here, take this one home, give it a play. It's really quite fun, plus it'll help you get used to it. Need to keep your wits about you if it goes off when you've got a tray full of drinks."
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I laughed at the time, because what else could I do? But now, back in my tiny apartment, the laughter was long gone.
The toy sat on my desk like a challenge--sleek, black, silent. Its silicone surface seemed to drink in the low light, as if even it was trying to be discreet. I hadn't touched it since pulling it from my bag. Not even a curious poke. It just sat there, between my laptop and a Hello Kitty mug filled with pens, like something that didn't belong. A secret that hummed without making a sound.
I leaned back in my desk chair, arms folded, watching it like it might move on its own.
Was I really going to do this?
I'd only moved to Tokyo last year. I was nineteen, technically here on a student visa, but I was barely scraping by with part-time shifts and sponsored gigs. Ren Asakura. Born in Osaka, raised in San Diego--my mom brought me back here after the divorce, but I'd gone to high school in the States.
Everyone always said I looked "exotic," like I was some rare flavor. Blonde hair that never quite behaved, light hazel eyes, skin that stayed pale no matter how much sun I got. In America, I was "the Asian kid." In Japan, I was "the foreigner." I never fitted perfectly anywhere.
Maybe that's why dressing up felt like home. An escape to be someone else, someone more sexy, more glamorous and desired.
At first, it was just for fun. I'd played around a bit with my mother's clothes when I was young, getting an odd thrill I couldn't quite explain. Then that became closet cosplay. Anime conventions. Makeup tutorials on YouTube. But then I started getting bolder and sexier. Cute videos. Filters. Poses. I gave myself a name--ReniRose--and suddenly people noticed. Thousands of them.
They loved my legs. My tiny waist. The way I could switch from awkward boy-next-door to seductive idol with one outfit change and a toss of a pink wig. I wasn't sure what that made me--but it felt good to be seen. It felt powerful.
And yeah, I dressed like a girl--but that didn't mean I was one. Right? I didn't think I wanted to live that way all the time. I was a guy. A guy who just... liked the aesthetic. The way silk or satin slid over my skin, the whisper of nylon on shaved legs, the quiet power in a good pair of heels. The way they reshaped me--my posture, my walk, the way people looked.
There was something easy about femininity once you gave in to it. Something addictive. But it was just playing dress-up. A performance. Wasn't it?
I was still straight. I liked girls. Not boys.
TikTok and Twitch streams came next--then a bit of private cam work here and there. Nothing serious, and nothing I wasn't prepared to do. It was an act, to pretend to be someone, just cosplay really. I ignored their messages about what they would like to do to me and concentrated on fleecing them for the most cash for the least effort on my part. And it paid, at least a little. Not enough to survive in Tokyo, though. Not even close.
After a few months of building a solid following as ReniRose, the message slid into my inbox like silk. '
The Velvet Rabbit
'. At first, I thought it was a scam. Some kind of cruel joke, or worse--someone trying to out me. But the tip they sent was real. Substantial. And the account? Verified.
They said they loved my look. Said ReniRose would be perfect for their stage.
It should've been a red flag. But instead, I felt flattered. Giddy, even. Someone out there saw me. Not just the filters or the angles--but the performance. The fantasy I'd spun late at night in my cramped apartment, bathed in ring light and denial. And they wanted more.
Still, it felt like too much. Too fast. An elite club. Come for a live audition. But I couldn't do this for real, could I? I'd seen photos of the girls, they were goreous. Most looked like they were trans all the time, full time girls, some even with what looked like real breasts. I was just a silly cross dressing kid on Twitch. I couldn't compete with them.
But they were persistent. Polite, but unshakable. As if they knew something I hadn't quite admitted to myself. That Reni wasn't just a look. That she was waiting. Watching. Getting bolder.
So now the audition was done and somehow, I'd passed, mostly thanks to Miyu. And now, back home, stripped of the lashes and the shimmer and the curves, I was just me again--Ren.
A boy sitting on his narrow futon.
Staring at the thing they'd given me
The device.
Sleek. Small. Mysterious.
It lay there on the nightstand like an invitation. A dare. My fingers hovered over it. Trembling. Wanting.
Just one more step. Just one more step to becoming her.
I picked it up. It was lighter than I remembered. Soft. Curved in all the right places. I ran my thumb over the tiny control button, not pressing--just feeling the click that almost happened.
I imagined myself in the club again. The lights, the mirrors, the satin black bunny suit. Heels. Ears. Cute bow tie and cuffs.
And this. Hidden inside me.
Was I really going to let some stranger buzz me like a game show button? In front of other people? While I smiled and served their drinks and pretended I didn't care? How would it make me feel? Would it be painful or pleasurable? Would it be humiliating?
I imagined my friends from San Diego. Nathan, especially. He used to send me stupid memes and call me "bro" every other sentence. If he saw me like this now--if he saw ReniRose strutting around in four-inch heels with this thing inside me--what would he say?
What would I say?
I set the toy down and rested my forehead in my hands, groaning into the warmth of my palms.
I wasn't a girl. Not really. I didn't think I was. But I wasn't just a guy anymore either, was I?
I looked up again, and the device was still there. Waiting.
Miyu's voice echoed in my head: "It's really quite fun."
I wasn't sure if she was lying... or if that was the scariest part--that it would be fun.
--------------------
I wasn't going to do it.
I told myself that three times as I opened the closet.
I had played with my butt hole a little before, but never really seriously. It was only a finger or two, when I felt really horny after dressing as ReniRose, feeling so feminine and giving myself a release my hand slipped to my ass, squeezing it at first before slipping a finger in my hole, then a second before coming, coming very hard. I'd even once used the end of a hair brush.
But after each time, once the glow of my orgasm receded I felt self disgust at what I'd done. I'd strip off the makeup, the wig, the clothes and shower and go back to being Ren as fast as I could. I'd do the most boy things I could think of to rid myself of the thoughts I'd been having. Boys shouldn't put things up their butts!
I'd also had all sorts of lucrative offers to do what I was thinking about doing on live cam, but I'd turned them all down flat. I couldn't do it then, I couldn't do it now. And yet now, now I was thinking of it, and it was teasing me more than ever. Why?
I'm not gay, I told myself again. I just cross dress. I don't like men, don't want a dick in my ass (or anywhere else) and I shouldn't want a toy up there either. But then the memory of the few times I'd played with my butt, how I'd let myself slip into the sensations of nylon on my skin, silk and satin slipping over my cock. How good it felt to penetrate myself and the wonderful release it gave me.
I decided to go ahead. It wasn't because I wanted anything up there, or that I was going to enjoy it in any way, it was repugnant, it was because I had to do it, to get used to it for tomorrow and earn that cash that would keep me from getting evicted.
But even as I reached for the pink wig, even as my fingers brushed the soft synthetic strands, I knew I was lying.
There was something about seeing myself as
her
--as ReniRose--that made it all make sense for my first try of the toy. Like slipping into a story where I already knew the lines. Where I didn't have to ask myself
why
. I just had to be.
But first I had to feel as sexy as possible.
I pulled on the sheer stockings first. They glided up my legs like liquid shadow, smoothing every edge, hugging each curve I didn't really have but could fake well enough. Then the short black skirt, flippy and tight at the waist. A cropped mesh tee with a cute bat printed across the front. My bra was padded but it was empty underneath. Still, in the mirror, I looked... right. Close enough to the fantasy that the nerves buzzed in my belly like static.
No panties, because, well why bother.
I adjusted the pink wig and leaned into the mirror. Heavy liner. Fanned lashes. Glossed lips. I pressed them together until they shone like candy.
I was
ReniRose
, and she looked like she
wanted
trouble.
My heart thudded harder and my hands shook with nerves as I picked up the toy. It had warmed to room temperature, almost like it was waiting. I stared at it, one last moment of hesitation clinging to the edges of my thoughts like fog. I let out a sigh with a deep shuddering breath.
I squeezed a small dollop of lube onto the end of the toy before bending over and opening my legs. Reaching around behind me I pushed the rest of the lube into my butt, wincing as I squeezed inside of me, pushing the cold gel in with my finger.
It felt odd, the lube sliding inside of me. I had to fight the overwhelming urge to wipe my behind, wriggling my thighs as the lube finally warmed and settled inside of me.
Bending over again I moved the tip of the toy to my hole, feeling the warm rubberised surface touch my skin for the first time. Then I licked my lips, breathed in, and started to slide it in.
The sensation made me gasp--part discomfort, part... something else. I stood still, spine straightening, feeling impossibly aware of my body in a way that left me blushing alone in the room. The toy was now nestled in deep, snug, just enough pressure to remind me it was there, part of me.
I picked up my phone. Miyu had shown me the app--nothing fancy, just a button labeled "buzz." I hesitated with my thumb hovering over it.
And then I pressed it.
The vibration was instant. Not overwhelming, but sharp. A ripple of sensation from inside that made my knees twitch and my breath catch in my throat. I clamped a hand over my mouth, as if someone might hear, even though I was completely alone.
"Oh god," I whispered into my palm. "Ohhhh myyyy..!"
It wasn't just pleasure. It was
heat
. A low, tingling ache that bloomed outward with each pulse. I pressed it again. Longer this time.
My hips jerked involuntarily. My body started to shake. I felt the heat rising up my body as I moaned.
This was dangerous.
I needed to move.
Wobbling a little, I stepped back and grabbed the black patent heels from beneath my bed. They weren't the ones I'd wear at the club--those were still in a box--but these were close enough. Four inches of sharp, glossy challenge.
I slipped them on and tried to stand tall.
The toy buzzed again. I almost crumpled, grabbing a wall for support as I shivered from pleasure.
The heels made every sensation sharper. My balance was delicate. My core tight. Every step made me more aware of how
filled
I was. I took a few careful strides, hand brushing the wall for support from the sensations rolling around my body, giggling despite myself. Shame and giddy thrill tangled in my throat.
I looked in the mirror.
There she was--ReniRose--teetering in heels with a secret humming between her legs, lips parted and eyes wide, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment and something dangerously close to arousal.
I shouldn't have liked this.
But I did.
And that scared me more than anything.
I hit the 'buzz' button once more and slipped my hand under the front of my skirt while I looked at myself, imagining how sexy I'd look as a bunny girl.
Then my mind drifted to Miyu, how her innocent cuteness would look wrapped in high heels, pantyhose and a figure hugging bunny leotard. And it was that image that pushed me over the edge.
I couldn't take the tease anymore, I needed relief as I felt the thing inside me throb incessantly.
"Ohhhhh fuckkk!!!"
When I came, I came hard. My cum splattering against the mirror, coating the image of ReniRose in front of me as my body jerked and I struggled to shut the toy off, not being able to take any more.
It took a moment before the nasty pang of shame started to creep up my spine. What had I done? A vibrating plug up my ass, masturbating over myself dressed as a cheap slut? Cum dripping down onto my thigh-highs. Having sexual thoughts about a trans girl? What was happening to me.
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Chapter Three: First night nerves
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I arrived at 6:30pm on the dot. I was a good hour earlier than I needed to be there.
The sun was still up, the neon signs of Kabukicho not yet glowing, and the city had that strange lull--like a held breath--before the night stretched awake. My stomach was tight with nerves, but something else fluttered underneath. Anticipation, maybe. Or the sharp thrill of doing something I shouldn't.
The club door creaked open before I could even knock.
Miyu grinned at me, arms wide. "Ren-chaaaan! Early bird gets the best mirror!"
I smiled despite the tight knot in my chest. She looked adorable as ever, bare-faced and in an oversized hoodie with her legs tucked into thigh-high socks. Still, she gave off a quiet confidence that calmed me.
I was starting to feel things for this girl. Her warmth, the ease of her charm, her prettiness.
She tugged me inside. "So... did you try it?" she whispered in a conspiratorial way.
I hesitated. "Yeah. I... tried it."
Her grin deepened, teasing. "And?"
I swallowed, cheeks burning, remembering how I needed to be dressed as ReniRose, how I'd cum thinking about her. About Miyu.
"It's... intense. I don't know how I'm supposed to wear that all night. What if it--?"
"You
will
," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "And you'll look so cute doing it, no one will notice your knees shaking. All they will see is your cute bunny tail twitch and a faint look of pleasure! Besides, they can only give you a short burst at a time. Just a teas, nothing more."
We headed to the dressing room, the familiar scent of hair spray, perfume, and warm lights already softening the edges of my nerves. The vanity mirror glowed, a throne waiting for a queen.
I took my seat.
Miyu sat beside me, already pulling her hair back with a pink cat-ear headband. "Let's paint the girls," she chirped.
I unpacked my kit, hands trembling slightly. But once I dipped the brush and swept the first line of smoky grey across my lid, the motion steadied me. Like muscle memory, or maybe muscle
fantasy
.
The lashes came next--long, spiky, flirty. Then the lips. Black gloss, thick and high-shine, the final flourish of ReniRose. I pressed them together and met my own gaze in the mirror.
She was back.
Miyu was already feminine before she even put on her bunny girl outfit. She peeled off her hoodie and dropped her shorts, revealing soft curves and a surprisingly petite chest under a lacy bralette. I blinked, unsure if I was surprised or just... intrigued.
She caught me looking and smirked. "Don't stare," she teased gently. "They're real. Well... hormone real."
I turned a little pink. "Do I need to wear, you know--breast forms or something?"
She shook her head, pulling out a compact. "No way. The men like us
as we are
. It's the whole point. We're not pretending to be cis girls, Ren. They want pretty femboys. Pretty boys who look like girls. A flat chest is fine, most of the girls don't have boobs and mine aren't much, and were more for me than the dirty old men of the Velvet Rabbit. But don't worry, you're gonna look amazing."
Miyu pulled off her panties, and for the briefest second I caught sight of her cock. It was small, smaller even than mine, soft and very pink. I turned away immediately. I felt that would do it, cure me of my attraction to her, confirming that, despite her femininity, she still had boy parts. But oddly, it didn't. I still felt the same about her, that curious warmth in my chest, a growing longing.
I hesitated before slipping off my clothes, awkward under the warm lights and being near naked next to Miyu. I still felt more like a boy than a girl in these moments, a flat chest, narrow hips, and a body that hadn't been sculpted by estrogen. But Miyu turned to look, and her eyes didn't lie.
"Wow," she said softly. "You've got a
gorgeous
body. So smooth". She rubbed my arm, feeling the softness of my skin as I felt the gentleness of her caress "They're going to fall for you in seconds."
I felt the compliment like a little shot of confidence in my veins and gave her a half smile.
As we stripped further I tried not to look at Miyu anymore, but her body was so tempting, so soft and smooth, daring me to touch her back. I was a little sheepish, hiding my own manhood was fairly easy, given how small it was, ashamed to show it to Miyu. But there was no escaping the next part.
We each took out our devices--small, sleek, pulsing quietly like secrets, lubed the toy and our butts--and slipped them in. I winced slightly as it nestled into place, but once it settled, I didn't hate the sensation, bringing memories of that powerful orgasm the night before. For now the shame that came after didn't seem to affect me, just the warm glow of how I felt so sexy. I was already slipping into character.
Tights next--black, sheer, whisper-thin. I gathered them carefully in my hands, nerves buzzing as I slid one foot in, then the other. The nylon hugged my calves, then crept up my thighs like a second skin--cool at first, then warming to my body, gliding over me with an electric softness that made me shiver. Every inch they covered pulled me deeper into the illusion, into her. I smoothed them over my hips and then my behind, feeling how they shaped me, hugged me, transformed me. My breath hitched.
Then the leotard.
It was tighter than I expected. The satin clung to me like water, every line of my body highlighted, legs impossibly long under the glossy black of the satin. The high cut bared my hips and made it look like my nylon clad legs went on forever, the collar framed my neck, and the little puff of a bunny tail sat over the base of my spine like punctuation.
A quiet, ridiculous statement that somehow made me feel more real.
But one thing I was concerned about, the small but very visible bulge it created at my crotch in the tight material of the leotard. It was obvious, and a real worry concerning how much I'd enjoyed the feeling of the device when I tested it the night before.
"Miyu, do I need to tuck this away?"
Miyu laughed, warmly, not mocking. "Oh it's ok sweetie, like I said, the clients here want you to be natural, show off your little extra, it's tight on purpose. They want to see our little lady bulges from their femboys. Don't worry, when you are so busy and on show I find our little friends tend to behave. But then again hormones are big help keeping my tiny little thing in check."
It felt like this was yet another little humiliation, what the heck was I walking into. Best not think of old men staring at your package, focus on the money and get through the night.
The pink wig went on last. And suddenly I wasn't Ren anymore.
I stood, smoothing the leotard with trembling fingers. My posture shifted without thinking--hips forward, shoulders loose, chin tilted slightly. She was alive again,
ReniRose
, and she looked
stunning
as a bunny girl.
"You're beautiful," Miyu said, eyes wide.
"So are you," I murmured.
And she was.
It was a transformation of a different type. Gone now was the cute student in nerdy glasses and a summer dress. In her place was a sexy goddess in a pale pink bunny outfit, sheer tights clinging to long legs, curves framed perfectly by satin and sparkle. Her lips were a glossy coral, and her lashes batted just once. The smile was the same, the same warmth it almost shone, and then she turned away, pulling out a small bottle.
I found it hard to look away.
"One last touch," she said cheerfully, then flipped the cap open.
The scent of strawberries hit me first.
She poured some glittering body oil into her palm and began rubbing it gently onto my shoulders. Her hands were warm and soft, working the shimmer across my arms, down my back, even over the slope of my chest. I shivered at her touch.
She giggled. "Ticklish?"
"A little," I lied. It wasn't that.
It was the intimacy. The way her delicate fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary. The warmth in her breath when she leaned closer. I wasn't sure if I wanted to lean away or
closer
.
I started to worry about the leotard again, about how much it might show how I was enjoying her touch, I wasn't sure I was ready to show her that. But all of a sudden, she stopped.
"Your turn," she said, handing me the bottle.
I hesitated, but she had already turned around.
I poured a little into my hand and began smoothing it along her bare shoulders. Her skin was as soft as I imagined, and the oil caught the light as I worked it down the small of her back, her arms, her waist. She closed her eyes and let out a tiny sigh of contentment.
"You have good hands," she whispered.
Our eyes met in the mirror. For a moment, we said nothing.
Then the door opened behind us.
A bustle of voices, a rush of perfume and heels and greetings filled the room. A tall girl with a platinum wig waved at me before looking me up and down. "You the new girl?"
I smiled nervously. "Yeah. I'm... Reni."
"Well, Reni," she said with a wink, "you're gonna
kill
tonight."
And just like that, the moment between Miyu and I vanished in a swirl of chatter and perfume.
But I could still feel her hands on my skin.
And hers on mine.
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As soon as I stepped through the velvet curtain and into the main room, something shifted in my brain.
I was
her
now.
It wasn't just the heels, or the satin so tight it molded to every contour of my body--it was the way the lighting hit the room. Earlier, during my interview, the place had been dim and sultry, but with no life to it. Now, it glowed low and seductive, all soft magentas and deep indigos, the chandeliers dimmed to halos above mirrored tables. Everything shimmered--faces, drinks, lips--and every surface seemed to hum with anticipation.
It was still quiet, just a few men trickling in at first. Miyu gave me a little wink and steered us toward our section--four low tables near the far end, half-hidden behind sheer gold curtains. We waited, adjusting glasses, checking the tablets, smoothing our outfits.
I still expected someone to point at me and laugh. To tell me how ridiculous I looked. That I was a joke, not feminine in the slightest and not at all sexy in any way.
But then I caught sight of myself in the polished chrome of the bar and barely recognised the girl staring back. Tall, poised, elegant--her legs impossibly long in sheer seamless tights, her lips black and glistening. The flick of her pink wig gave her something cartoonish, anime almost, but the eyes beneath were real and vulnerable.
And then they started coming.
Businessmen mostly. Middle-aged, some older. Sharp suits, looser ties. Laughter. The smell of whisky and expensive aftershave. Each group was greeted by a bunny girl, who smiled and bowed before ushering them to tables, and shown the sleek black tablets on each table for ordering either drinks or company.
By nine-thirty, it was busy.
The other girls arrived one by one, each like a splash of color across the room. One wore powder blue with a tiny bow at the base of her tail; another was in deep red, with heels so high I wondered how she'd survive the night. There was a blonde in mint green who moved like she was floating, and a girl in lavender who sang softly under her breath. All of them wore the same uniform--tight satin leotards, pantyhose, ears, tails, and collars. But each had their own flavour. Sweet, sultry, aloof, shy, clumsy. It was like watching a living candy box.
The men responded like bees to sugar.
Some leaned in, eyes gleaming. Others cracked jokes too loud, the kind meant to impress or provoke. The girls laughed easily, sometimes genuinely, sometimes with theatrical gasps and touches to the chest. One girl--cream yellow, maybe twenty--nearly stumbled near the bar and giggled, mouthing something to her partner. Her thighs clenched slightly. I knew exactly what had just happened.
And then it happened to me.
I was bringing drinks to a table--two whiskies and a beer--when I felt a hand slide boldly across my backside. I froze for half a second.
"Nice ears," one of the men purred, voice close to my hip. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
I swallowed and forced a giggle. "Reni."
"Reni-chan..." he repeated, as though tasting it. "What a pretty little thing you are new girl."
I smiled and walked away, heart hammering. The moment I turned from their table, my device buzzed.
Hard.
A shock of pleasure jolted up through me and I nearly lost my balance in the heels. I caught myself against a pillar, breathing out through my lips in a quiet, flustered moan. The worst part?
It felt good.
Too
good.
Miyu sidled up beside me, pretending to check a tablet. "Welcome to the job," she whispered, eyes glittering. "You okay?"
"I can't even think when that thing's going off."
She laughed. "Then you're doing something right. They're obsessed with you already."
She was right. Everywhere I turned, eyes were following me. Men nudged each other, nodded in my direction, whispered behind their palms. And every few minutes--another buzz. It wasn't constant, certainly not enough to make me orgasm, but it was enough to keep me in this strange edge of arousal and control, like I was walking a tightrope in stilettos.
It was designed that way. The men couldn't drive us too crazy, just enough to knock us off balance or to get our tails twitching and give them a little thrill of control or a laugh at our struggles.
Across the room, one of the girls in lavender leapt onto the tiny podium beside the DJ booth, mic in hand. She bounced lightly, singing some bright J-pop tune, giggling through the chorus as a suited man sang with her, off-key but delighted. Everyone clapped. Another girl did a little spin and blew kisses. It was a theatre of desire, and I was the newest cast member.
Then my tablet chimed.
A request.
From table six.
Miyu glanced over. "That's Shinozaki-san. Regular. Big spender. Be sweet."
I nodded, heart pounding, and walked over.
He was in his fifties, salt-and-pepper hair, thick glasses, and a sharp black suit. He looked at me like a man unwrapping a gift. Then he patted his knee.
"Come here, Reni-chan. Let me get a good look at the new girl."
I hesitated, then stepped closer and sat gingerly on his lap like a child, feeling small and vulnerable in his control.
His hand slid onto my thigh instantly, warm and assertive, rubbing the nylon against my skin. I kept my smile bright, my voice soft even though my nerves were on edge.
"You look very handsome tonight, sir." I managed to stutter, my voice slightly higher and softer than normal.
He chuckled, clearly pleased. I was glad Miyu had helped me with how to talk.
"And
you
are delicious. Tell me--where are you from? Your features are... exotic."
"I'm half American," I said. "My daddy's from California."
"Ah, I
knew
it," he said, fingers gently stroking the sheer fabric of my tights grazing the flesh of my thigh through the gauzy material. "The eyes, the lips. So unusual."
His hand drifted higher. I forced another smile, batting my lashes. My device buzzed again--this time slow and steady. I clenched slightly, feeling heat flood my cheeks, hoping that I wouldn't start to get erect while I was sitting on this man's lap, his hand only inches away from my private place.
"Would you join me in a booth, Reni-chan?"
I looked to Miyu, who was passing nearby with a tray of drinks.
She gave me a bright thumbs up, then leaned in quickly and whispered:
"He'll want you to dance. Be soft. Be silly. Try to get him to order the Love Bunny cocktail--pretend it gets you drunk, but it's virgin. You get commission for each one."
I nodded.
"Oh--and be submissive. Laugh at his jokes. Don't seem smart. The dumber and cuter you act, the richer they tip."
My stomach turned, but I nodded again and took the man's hand. He led me toward the hallway of private booths. I heard Miyu call after me:
"Have fun!"
And just as the curtain closed behind us, my device buzzed again.
I gasped.
Then smiled.
And stepped deeper into the fantasy.
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The booth was like a private karaoke room, and in some ways, that's exactly what it was -- a large TV screen, glossy remote, microphones on stands, and the quiet hum of an AC unit that couldn't quite kill the sweet, stale scent of cologne and champagne.
There was a small plush sofa, room for three at a squeeze. Thick carpet. A lacquered table that glowed softly under the dim lighting, and a pink neon bunny girl that winked above the wall panel -- sexy, lewd, cartoonish.
Shinozaki-san was already seated, one leg crossed over the other, a tumbler of whisky in one hand. His salt-and-pepper hair gleamed under the neon glow, and the thick frames of his glasses caught the soft flicker from the TV. In the light of the club proper, he'd looked like any other tired salaryman in an expensive suit. But here, in the velvet hush of the booth, he had presence -- slick, indulgent, expectant. He looked at home.
He gestured for me to sit and pressed the service button with a single, ring-heavy finger.
Another bunny girl appeared within moments -- this one in violet satin and matching stilettos, gliding in with an effortless air. She held a tray and bowed.
"Girl, a bottle of champagne and two glasses," Shinozaki said.
She bowed politely and turned. Her eyes lingered on me for just a second -- her smile unreadable. Maybe pity. Maybe a warning.
I cursed myself for not asking for a Love Bunny. I'd wanted my head clear with this dirty old man.
"Come," he said smoothly, tapping the seat beside him. I slid in carefully, crossing my legs and smoothing down my leotard. The sheer black pantyhose clung to my skin like smoke -- silky and whisper-light, warm now from my own body heat. I felt every inch of tension where the nylon hugged me, from my toes to the tops of my thighs. Each movement a brush of sensual pressure.
"I've been wanting to meet you," he said, eyes flicking across me like a scan. "Miyu said you were special. A pretty little thing."
I gave the kind of laugh I'd practised in the mirror. High, sweet, modest.
"Thank you, Shinozaki-san. I'm still new."
"Doesn't show," he said, pouring the champagne himself. "You look like a natural."
He handed me a glass, his fingers brushing mine. Not enough to call attention -- just enough to make my spine stiffen.
I took the glass with a polite bow. Just smile. Keep the voice soft. Stay in character. Be submissive.
As I took a small sip I felt his hand on my leg again, slowly moving up my thigh. He started to get too high, too close, I shifted myself a little, edging away, before crossing my legs the other way, slipping my thigh from his grasp.
I didn't want that. Didn't want him touching me like that. But all the same, there was an odd tingle...
He picked a song -- an old Enka ballad I didn't know -- and got up to sing, mic in hand. His voice was thick, nasal, but surprisingly steady.
"Dance for me," he said between verses. "I want to see those pretty legs move."
My stomach fluttered. I wasn't a dancer. Not really. Not like this.
But I stood slowly. Let the music wrap around me. I moved gently at first, letting my hips sway to the beat, arms loose at my sides. I ran my hands down my thighs -- the pantyhose whispering as I brushed the sheer material, shining in the dim light of the room. My heels clicked softly against the carpet as I stepped forward, turned, arched a little, showing off the curvy swell of my behind.
He watched like he was hypnotised.
Mid-song, he reached out, trying to catch my waist. I slipped just out of reach with a playful spin, giving him a little bow and pout.
He laughed. "Tease."
"Club rules," I said sweetly. "Look, don't touch."
He grinned wide and sat back down, still singing, still devouring me with his eyes.
And something changed.
Something lit up in my chest.
Power.
Not just performance -- something more. I was making him want me. Ache for me. And I wasn't giving him a damn thing.
When the song ended, he flopped into the sofa like a satisfied cat, breathless and grinning.
"You're the most beautiful girl here," he said. "No question. The others are cute. But you..."
He fumbled for his wallet and slipped a folded note into my palm. "For being perfect."
I bowed, murmured my thanks, and let myself smile just a little.
When I stepped out into the corridor, it felt like I was gliding. Champagne hummed in my blood. The buzz of adrenaline warmed my skin.
Miyu passed by and raised an eyebrow. "Well?"
I held up the tip. "Better than I expected," I said, still surprised by my own honesty. "I... I could do this again."
Miyu laughed. "Told you. Just be sweet."
I nodded, my heart still racing. Somehow, it was getting easier.
And I wasn't sure if I was pretending anymore.
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By the time we made it back to the dressing room, my legs were aching and my voice was hoarse from all the laughing, flirting, and faking tipsy giggles. My ass was sore from the constant buzzing and what felt like hundreds of pinches and squeezes. But I couldn't stop smiling. I'd made more in tips than I ever had in a whole week at the café.
Miyu glanced at the numbers on my tablet as I scrolled through them, eyes wide. "Damn, girl," she laughed. "You
cleaned up
."
I flushed, part pride, part embarrassment. "I think I got lucky."
"No," she said, pulling off her ears and tossing them in her locker. "You got stared at like you were dessert all night. Lucky is someone slipping you an extra tip because you tripped in their lap.
You
were adored."
I opened my mouth to joke, but just then one of the other girls brushed past us. Her bunny outfit was a glossy emerald green and her heels clicked a little too hard as she passed. Her eyes cut to me, and though she didn't say anything, her sneer did the talking for her.
Miyu caught it too and raised an eyebrow. "Ignore her," she said quietly. "Some girls don't like competition."
I nodded, but it lingered. I was still the new girl. And despite everything, I didn't fully belong. Story of my life.
I began peeling off the layers--heels first, then ears, then collar and cuffs. The tights came next, the faint shimmer of Miyu's glitter oil still catching the light on my skin. Finally I pulled the plug out of my butt, glad to have rid of it for a while, but also feeling empty at the same time.
I glanced over, and Miyu was already undressing. The pink satin outfit slid from her frame like it knew her intimately, revealing the curve of her small chest and the soft slope of her hips and that perfect smooth skin. Her delicate peach of a behind, so soft and feminine.
By the time she was back in her casual clothes--long socks and a fluffy white hoodie--she looked like a completely different person. Sweet. Studious. That quiet girl from the interview again. Not the sort to ever frequent a seedy club like this.
And still, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was still so pretty, just a more wholesome kind.
"You're staring," she said, grinning without looking up.
I laughed awkwardly and turned away, slipping back into my jeans and hoodie. It felt weird to be Ren again after so many hours of being
her
. To be back to being a boy. My skin still tingled, my lips still held the gloss. My body remembered the eyes, the touches, the
buzzes
.
But my heart was tugging in another direction now.
I hesitated as she slid her lipstick back into her bag. "Hey, uh..." My voice croaked as I slipped back into a slightly deeper tone.
She looked up.
"Would you want to grab lunch tomorrow?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "My treat. Just... to say thank you. For getting me through tonight."
Miyu's face lit up, no hesitation. "Sure! I'd love that."
I smiled, something tight in my chest loosening. This was just as a friend, to get to know what to do, have someone to share my secret life. Nothing more. She wasn't a real girl, was she? There could never be anything more than someone to confide in, to talk with.
As I headed for the door, she called after me, "See? I
told
you we'd become friends."
I turned back and met her gaze.
But the thing was... I didn't want to
just
be friends.
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We met at a little café tucked away on a quiet street in Nakameguro, all pale wood and soft jazz and strawberry mille-feuille behind glass. It was the kind of place you'd expect couples to sit holding hands across the table. I was early, nervous. I'd run a hand through my hair a dozen times before Miyu arrived.
When she walked in, her hoodie pulled up against the breeze, her smile made everything else fade. No bunny ears, no glitter, no high heels--just her, glasses on, a little shy, a little sleepy, and still entirely captivating.
"Hey," she said, brushing hair from her eyes and giving me that smile again. "You look different."
I smiled back, motioning to the seat opposite. "So do you."
She slid in, unzipping her jacket. "It's kind of weird seeing you like this," she said after a beat. "Not bad weird--just, you know... without the lashes and lips. As a boy again."
I sipped my coffee. "Do you prefer me as Ren or ReniRose?"
Miyu tilted her head thoughtfully. "Hmm... it's nice to have both, I guess. Like a two-for-one deal." She winked. "Though I have to admit, Reni's cute butt in those tights was hard to ignore."
I laughed, almost spitting coffee. She giggled, proud of herself.
Conversation flowed easily after that. We talked about everything and nothing--music we liked, weird customers, how she first discovered bubble tea, and how I nearly burned down my old apartment trying to cook tempura.
We talked for hours, the coffee cups piling up on our table.
She told me a little more about herself. About studying accounting at college, how she had to break free, then how she came to Tokyo alone when she was just nineteen wanting to find herself. How hard it had been at first, but how the club gave her more than money--it gave her confidence.
"I didn't always look like this," she said softly, glancing around as if the teacups might be listening.
"You're beautiful," I said without thinking.
She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
A quiet settled between us, heavy but not uncomfortable. I realised we were leaning closer across the table, our knees brushing now and then. My breath caught in my throat.
Despite everything I thought I knew about my sexuality -- and about her -- the attraction was becoming impossible to ignore. Even though we'd known each other a short while, there was a quiet gravity between us, something warm and magnetic. The way she looked at me with those lingering eyes, the gentle laughter we shared, the light brushes of her hand against mine, the way her head found my shoulder like it belonged there.
It felt like we known each other forever. Kindred spirits. Two lonely boys who had once lived on the edges, uncertain of themselves and where they fitted in. But Miyu had found her way. She seemed so sure now -- elegant, composed, confident in who she was and what she was becoming.
I thought I knew who I was. But after just two days with her, I wasn't so certain anymore.
She started to open up, speaking softly about knowing, even as a child, that she had been born a girl in the wrong body. About the moment she claimed that truth for herself. And as she spoke -- her voice tender but unapologetic -- something shifted inside me.
Her story wasn't just moving. It was seductive. I felt so connected with her.
The more I listened, the stronger the pull became.
I wanted to kiss her. I was pretty sure she wanted that too.
But when I leaned just a little closer, she pulled back--barely, but it felt like a mile.
"I... I can't," she said, voice low. "Let's just stay friends for now Ren. Is that ok?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No," she said quickly. "No. It's not you." She looked out the window, eyes unfocused. "We've only just met and, well, there's just... someone else. Not like that, I just... I owe him. It's complicated."
She didn't say more, and I didn't push. But something in her voice chilled me. At first I thought it was straight rejection, that I'd called this wrong, she wasn't into me. But there was fear in it--not heartbreak. Fear.
Before I could ask, she blinked it away and smiled again. "Anyway," she said, brighter now. "You ready for another night in heels?"
I nodded, but it took me a second to get the smile right. "As ready as I'll ever be."
We stood together outside the café, the evening air cool and golden. We'd spent half of the day with each other, just talking. She looked up at me, hands stuffed in her pockets.
"Thanks for lunch," she said. "It was... really nice. I'd like to do this again, if that's ok?"
"Yeah," I replied, "It was and I'd love to see you again."
Perhaps it was for the best. I wasn't sure, in the cold light of day, that I could have a relationship with a trans girl, even though that felt hypocritical given what I did of an evening. A relationship would be complicated, with the club and also with our personal lives. I didn't think I was ready for that. Perhaps that's what she guessed.
It's what I told myself, but I didn't really believe it. I liked her, liked her a lot, and I was sure she felt something similar. Perhaps she was telling the truth, that there was someone, and that person was trouble.
She turned to go, pausing just long enough to glance over her shoulder.
"See you tonight, Reni."
And then she was gone.
I stood there for a moment longer, the taste of sweetness still lingering... but something darker had crept in behind it. I didn't know who this "someone" was, but I had a feeling I'd meet him sooner or later.
And I wasn't sure I'd like him.
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Chapter Four: Bunny girl
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I lost track of how many nights I'd worked at The Velvet Rabbit. They blurred together--like the soft shimmer of the lights in the main room, like the perfume and champagne, the sound of clinking ice and crooning voices from the karaoke podium.
But I'd gotten good at it and was starting to love it.
I knew how to walk in heels now--well, most of the time. I'd learned how to flirt, how to lean close without seeming desperate, how to sip a Love Bunny cocktail and fake a girlish giggle while a man complained about his wife. I even had a few regulars. Older men in suits who always asked for "the new girl, the black bunny with the western eyes."
ReniRose. Not Ren.
Reni, with her long legs and smoky eyes and glossy black lips.
She was becoming second nature.
And the tips... God, the tips. I'd never seen money like this. It wasn't just what I got from the 'Bunny Buzz' in the club, but quite often crisp notes slipped into the leg band of my leotard, passed discreetly into my hand, or dropped--shamelessly--down the front of my outfit with a wink.
I didn't like everything about it. Some of the customers were sleazy, entitled, too handsy. The buzzing device I wore made it hard to keep a straight face and keep my balance, and harder not show what it was doing to me in the front of my leotard as my discreet bulge grew. Though seeing that only encouraged more bunny buzzes as the patrons enjoyed seeing how embarrassed I became from my growing erection as my bunny tail twitched like crazy.
But the attention... the attention was addictive.
I liked being wanted. Desired. I liked being
her
. I Iiked her power. Her sexiness, the way men looked at me. How I could control them with a small laugh or a demure smile.
Miyu and I grew even closer too in the short time we'd known each other. She was right when she said she knew we'd be friends. We settled into a rhythm--lunch dates the day after a shift, long chats on a bench by the river, texts that stretched into the early hours. She was so easy to talk to, and we had so much in common. And I felt we were the same, both alone in one of the biggest cities on earth.
I could talk to her about everything. About my dressing up, how it made me feel, my conflicts about it, even my shame at times. Miyu understood, never judged, helped when she could, other times just listened or put an arm around me.
She had a quiet kind of sparkle to her. Not the glittery club kind, not the bunny girl shine. But something softer. When she smiled at me, really smiled, it lit something up inside me I didn't know I'd been missing.
It wasn't the crush I thought at first. I was falling for her. I knew it. My hang ups about her being trans were fading day by day. All I wanted was to be around her as much as possible. My world lighting up each time I got a text from her, or saw her again.
And it was a physical attraction too. I'd watch her get changed, catch her reflection in the mirror as she stripped down. I felt a yearning to feel her in my hands. To kiss her, to be inside of her.
I thought I sure she felt the same. But every time I leaned in too close, every time I said something that hinted at more--her walls went up. She'd change the subject, or say something about how good it was to "just have a friend who gets it."
She
did
get it. More than anyone ever had.
Still... I couldn't shake the feeling that something--someone--was holding her back.
I didn't even know how to talk about it. About the way she made me feel. About the way I'd catch myself staring at her in the dressing room, admiring the soft slope of her back, the way her eyes scrunched when she laughed.
I'd never pictured myself with someone like her. Despite all the cross-dressing, I'd always thought of myself as straight, rigidly so.
Even when guys messaged me on TikTok or during streams, even when they flirted or sent compliments, it never felt right, even though I responded with a feminine sultry reply.
I dressed like a woman because I liked women, I didn't want to become one.
And yet, with Miyu...
It wasn't that I didn't think she was beautiful--God, she was beautiful.
But there was this knot in my stomach, something tight and complicated. A tangle of everything I thought I knew about myself.
I wasn't gay. I wasn't... anything, really. Just someone who liked satin against his skin and felt giddy when someone called him pretty. That was safe. That made sense.
But this? Wanting her?
It felt like stepping over a line. And still--every time I saw her--I wanted to cross it.
I made a few other friends at the club too. Reina, in her crimson bunny outfit and perfect deadpan sass. Kaoru, who sang karaoke like she'd just stepped off a pop stage. Even little Nami, who couldn't be more than nineteen and blushed crimson every time someone flirted with her.
We laughed in the dressing room, swapped makeup tips, helped each other into tights and heels. We shared stories about the worst customers and celebrated the best ones.
It was strange, surreal even... but I was starting to feel like I
belonged
. Like Reni belonged.
And for a while, it felt like things might actually be okay.
But late at night, when I peeled off the wig and the tights and the bunny ears, when I lay in my little apartment in the dark, I felt something else.
Not fear, exactly. But something close.
As if I was walking across ice and I hadn't heard the first crack yet... but I knew it was coming.
I was liking being Reni too much. Wanting to be her all the time. I felt it more and more, but didn't dare think it.
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It was a Thursday night and the club pulsed with warmth and perfume, a soft haze of low light wrapping everything in sensual gold. Businessmen lounged at tables, drinks in hand, laughter thick. My heels clicked as I moved between them, hips swaying just enough to catch the attention of the right kind of eyes. I'd gotten good at this--flirty, teasing, never too much. My regulars were here, tipping well. I was starting to enjoy the act. I was
her
--Reni--when I stepped into this room, and she was sexy and damn good at her job.
I'd bend low to serve their drinks, knowing exactly what they were looking at--my backside, snug beneath sheer, shimmering nylon stretched high up my thigh to my hip. I moved with purpose now, one toe placed elegantly before the other, my hips swaying just enough to tease. The whisper of my pantyhose, the subtle sway of my hips, the click of my heels--it all felt natural. Too natural. Each night I slipped more easily into her--into me. Reni wasn't just an act anymore. She was confidence, allure, power. And I was starting to love how easily she came to life.
Then, without warning, the mood shifted suddenly.
The door opened, and the energy changed like someone flipped a switch. Conversations softened. Laughter dimmed. I turned, curious.
He stood in the doorway like he owned the room.
Mid-forties, maybe. Square shoulders, expensive charcoal suit that didn't come off a rack. His hair was slicked back, eyes hidden behind narrow sunglasses despite the dim lighting. There was something different about him--he was slightly older than our usual clientele, but
bigger
. Not in size, in
presence
. Like everyone else shrank around him. His jaw was thick with stubble, his skin a little tanned, a faint scar trailing just beneath one ear. He didn't smile. Didn't need to.
Miyu froze beside the bar, her tray halfway lifted. Then, smoothing her expression, she set it down and approached him, soft as ever. Her voice was too low to hear, but I saw her hand tremble slightly as she passed him a drink, her head bowed.
He said nothing. Just took it, turned to survey the club with the quiet detachment of a man looking over something he already owned, or perhaps a shark prowling a reef looking for dinner options. His eyes swept the room--then landed on me.
I smiled, because that's what I did. But his gaze didn't waver. No smile. Just...
watched
. Cold, appraising. I shifted under it, suddenly unsure of my stance, my costume, the satin suddenly tighter against my skin, feeling more flimsy than ever. Suddenly I felt like a boy dressing up, wearing a silly costume. My power gone in a flash.
After a moment, he turned away and walked behind the bar, to the door towards the office of the boss.
Miyu followed.
I waited a few minutes, then drifted to the bar, heart still ticking faster than it should've. I leaned over toward Yuzu, the bartender, but she was tight-lipped. So I caught up with Miyu as she returned briefly with an empty tray.
"Who was that?" I asked.
Her eyes flicked to mine. "No one," she said too quickly, too quietly. "Don't worry about it."
"Miyu--"
"
Seriously.
Just... don't ask." She spoke sharper than I'd ever heard her. After a beat she gave a tight smile and vanished before I could push.
The night went on. I entertained. I smiled. I drank a little too much fake champagne. My little toy buzzed every now and then and men continued to grope and paw at me as I walked past with drinks. But every time I looked over, Miyu wasn't at her usual tables.
Then I realised--she must be in a booth. Serving
him
.
When he finally left, alone, an hour or so later, Miyu didn't return to the floor.
Something felt wrong.
Later, when the rush died down, I drifted toward the far end of the club--booth 8. I'd never seen inside before. It was a VIP booth, I knew that, but until now, I'd never known a bunny to be invited in.
I pushed open the door, the curtain had fallen open slightly. Inside, Miyu was tugging on her tights, face turned to the wall. Her bunny ears were off. Her hair a little messy. Her collar skewed. Face red and makeup smeared around her face.
She was moving with a stiffness, her usual light elegance gone. There was a pained expression on her face.
She flinched when she saw me.
"I--just needed a break," she said. Too quickly.
But I knew.
She didn't look hurt, not exactly. But she looked...
used
. Like something tender had been pulled too far.
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The next day we met under the cherry trees, where the petals fell like slow, silent rain. She was in her usual hoodie and pleated skirt, swinging her feet against the edge of the bench. I brought drinks. I didn't speak at first.
"I saw you last night," I said finally, quiet.
Miyu looked away. "It was nothing."
"It didn't
look
like nothing."
Silence.
"It looked like..." I struggled to say it. "Like sex. And not just any sex. Like you were being used."
Miyu's jaw clenched. Her hands knotted in her lap.
"That's not supposed to happen," I added, barely above a whisper. "That's not what they said the job was. I was told explicitly that didn't go on in the club."
I felt betrayed, not by Miyu, but by the club. And I was worried for Miyu. She was so small, so petite and full of smiles, unlike the brute who had her in the room.
Still, she said nothing.
"Miyu. Please."
Finally, she turned to me, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed--not with shame, exactly, but something more raw. "His name's Okabe," she said softly. "He... helps run the club. Part-owner. You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
Her mouth twisted. "I owed him. For some things. The hormones. A few... surgeries. I didn't have the money. So I agreed to--" She stopped. Swallowed. "To
this
. Whenever he wants."
"Jesus, Miyu."
"I thought I could handle it," she said, voice cracking. "He said he'd help me become who I wanted to be. And he
did
. But now he owns me. He's... well he's connected. Very well connected. You know what that means in Tokyo? Even the boss is afraid of him."
I didn't know what to say. I reached out, took her hand. She let me.
Her tears welled and spilled. She looked away, blinking fast, but they came anyway -- silent, shimmering down her cheeks.
I pulled her closer. Gently. One arm around her back, the other resting on her hand, still trembling in her lap. She didn't resist. Just leaned in, her weight so slight it made my chest ache.
She sniffed, wiped her eyes, but said nothing. And when our eyes met again, something shifted -- no longer just sympathy, or even friendship.
It was something warmer. Deeper.
For weeks I'd been trying to push the feelings down. Telling myself it was wrong. That I couldn't want her -- not
really.
Not like that. She was trans, and I was... I didn't even know what I was anymore. But all the rules I'd written for myself were fading, like chalk in the rain.
Because it wasn't about labels anymore. To hell with that. It was about her.
The way she smiled even when she hurt. The way she looked at me like I was more than I believed I could be. The way being around her made me feel--whole, seen, wanted.
And now, seeing her like this--vulnerable, raw, trusting me enough to cry--I couldn't hold it back.
I kissed her.
Soft, unsure--but real.
Her lips trembled beneath mine, still tasting faintly of salted tears. She didn't pull away, not at first. She let it happen, breathed it in. Her hand reached up, touched my cheek like she needed to be sure it was really me.
Then, gently, she broke the kiss.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I can't. Not right now."
Her voice cracked on the last words. She looked over her shoulder, almost reflexively. Like someone might be watching. Like someone
always
was.
And in her eyes I saw it -- not rejection. Fear. Real fear.
I swallowed, throat tight. "It's okay," I said softly. "I just... I care about you, Miyu. More than I ever meant to. I want us to be closer, together."
She looked at me, and I saw it in her -- she felt the same. But something held her back, kept her locked behind glass.
"I want more than this place," I said. "For both of us. I don't even know what that looks like. But I know it has to have
you
in it."
Her fingers tightened slightly on mine. Just once. Then let go.
She didn't answer.
She didn't have to.
But as we stood to leave, she gave me a small smile. A real one. "We've got another shift tomorrow."
"Yeah."
"And... I
am
glad you're here Reni"
So was I. But something had changed.
The Velvet Rabbit had teeth.
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Chapter five: This Was Ours
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I had the next day off from being a bunny girl. I should've been grateful for the breather -- a whole twenty-four hours to myself, no leotard, no heels, no flirting, no tips. But instead of enjoying the peace, I just... drifted.
I spent the morning scrolling through online shops, tossing shiny new things into digital baskets. Clothes, makeup, even a pair of heels I didn't need but couldn't stop thinking about. I'd never had this kind of money before. It should've been exhilarating. After years of counting coins and patching up the same three outfits, now I could buy almost anything I wanted.
Except the only thing I
wanted
wasn't for sale.
My fingers hovered over my phone more times than I could count. Wondering if she was thinking about me too. About that kiss. Wondering if she regretted pulling away. Or if it meant more than she was letting on.
That kiss played over and over in my head like a song I couldn't stop humming. The warmth of her lips. The way her breath had caught in her throat. The way she'd looked at me afterward -- like she wanted it, but couldn't allow herself to have it.
I told myself to let it go, to stop acting like some hopeless romantic in a bad drama. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her smile. Heard her laugh. Felt the ache of not having her next to me.
It wasn't just a crush anymore. It wasn't curiosity. It wasn't about gender, or labels, or any of the things I used to tell myself to keep safe.
I was falling for her. Hard.
And it hurt.
When the message came through, I was lying on my bed, half-dressed in cotton panties and a t-shirt, surrounded by eyeliner pencils, tangled tights, and the soft ache of wanting something I couldn't name. I jumped, my nerves on edge, my hand shaking as I held the phone.
Miyu:
Can I come over? I just want to be with someone who cares.
This was a first, we'd always met somewhere neutral up to now. Coming here, that felt different. A shift.
Me:
Of course. Always.
Miyu:
Can you be Reni tonight? I want to see her. Is that ok?
The words made my stomach flip. I sat up, heart thudding. It felt like something was shifting--had been shifting--for weeks. The way she looked at me, the way she touched my hand a little too long. Now this.
I texted her to give me a little time.
Then I opened the drawer where I kept my best things.
I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard--just
enough
. I tried to keep my expectations down, she might just need a friend, nothing more, even though that was what I yearned for. But I still wanted to be sexy, for Miyu to want me again. To kiss me again, and maybe more.
I chose the black lace bralette with the scalloped trim, the one that sat like a secret under my ribs. I matched it with a sheer mesh top that clung to my skin, subtle glitter woven through the fabric like stars. Then came the skirt--black satin, short and flared, with a lace trim that fluttered just above my thighs.
Underneath, I slipped into a very special pair of black sheer stockings, held snug by delicate red garters that clung to my thighs like a whisper.
Just the sight of those lace tops peeking out when I moved made my breath hitch. The nylon hugged my legs like a second skin--cool at first, then warming with every shift of my body, every slow drag of fabric against flesh.
They were my favorite pair--French and expensive, with a fine seam running up the back like a secret meant to be followed. I'd bought them with my first proper tips at the Velvet Rabbit, a quiet indulgence I'd never regretted, even though this was their first time out of their packet. The fabric had a faint, oily shimmer, catching the light and making my legs glow, like they'd been dipped in ink and desire.
Wearing them made me feel expensive. Made me feel wanted. I hoped Miyu would feel the same.
I styled my hair, rather than bother with my pink wig. My long blonde locks looked sufficiently girly styled the right way. I wanted to be a natural version of Reni as I could. Someone who was increasingly becoming my true self more than I liked to admit.
Next dark lipstick. Kohl liner that bled just a little at the edges. My choker with the silver ring.
The girl in the mirror was me--but more. Pale, soft, dangerous. Desperate to be wanted. Reni Rose.
When Miyu knocked, I opened the door with trembling fingers.
She looked beautiful -- heartbreakingly beautiful -- standing in the doorway of my tiny flat like some fragile, violet dream. Her hair was half up, curled soft around her jaw, the rest tumbling down her back. The slip dress she wore shimmered like twilight, clinging to her curves in the low light. A long cardigan hung off her shoulders, as if she couldn't quite decide whether to let herself be vulnerable.
But it was her eyes that caught me. They flicked down, then up again. Nervous. Hopeful.
For a moment we stood there looking at each other in silence.
But it wasn't empty. It was charged. Her eyes held mine -- wide, searching, almost trembling with something just barely restrained. There was a softness to her gaze, but behind it, a flicker of fire, of longing, of fear and hope tangled together. My breath caught. I could feel it -- not just attraction, not just nerves, but something deeper passing between us. I felt it in the way her lips parted like she might speak and then thought better of it. In the way her fingers curled lightly into the fabric of her cardigan, gripping it like a lifeline. She didn't need to say a word. I knew. She wanted this. Us. And in that heartbeat of stillness, I wanted nothing more than to close the space between us.
And then she kissed me -- no warning, no words.
Her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of peach tea and gloss. Her hands slid over my waist, finding the hem of my mesh top and tugging me closer until there was no space left between us.
Lace met silk. My heart was thundering. Hers was too -- I could feel it against my ribs like a drum.
The kiss was urgent, tender, searching. We kissed like we were starving for each other. As if something holding our passion back had finally been released.
When she finally pulled back, her breath caught, her pupils wide and dark. "You're so fucking pretty," she whispered. "It drives me crazy."
I laughed, too full of emotion to speak. "You should see yourself."
"I have," she said, her lips brushing mine again. "Now take me to your bed."
Something in me melted. Or maybe it ignited. But I didn't want to hurt her, or for her to hurt me. This felt so fast and sudden.
"Miyu... I want you too. I want you so bad. But are you sure about this? What about--?"
She touched my cheek, firm but gentle. "Reni, I need to feel love. To feel cared for. I need tenderness. You're all I've been thinking about these past weeks. I want you to make love to me. I want to feel safe. to feel you inside of me. I want you. Can I have that?"
The words hit me like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. I'd dreamed of this moment -- but even in my fantasies, it had never felt like this. Like my heart might burst open. Like I was standing on the edge of something that could change me forever.
"Yes," I said, my voice shaking with joy. "God, yes."
As I led her to the bed, fingers entwined, I felt the rush of something more than lust. More than longing.
And I didn't want to run from it anymore.
The room was warm and dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp bleeding through my blinds. Miyu stood at the edge of the futon and let the cardigan slip from her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. The silk slip underneath clung to every curve, the faint outline of her body like poetry, her nipples pressing gently into the silk.
She walked toward me, and I couldn't move.
She reached for the hem of my top, sliding it up slowly. "Can I see you?"
I nodded. "I want you to."
She undressed me like I might break, fingertips brushing my ribs, my waist, my thighs. When her lips kissed the spot just under my jaw, I gasped--and that's when the last of my hesitation melted.
I reached for her too. My hands slid up the back of her thighs, under the hem of her dress, until I could cup her perfectly. Her body was warm, delicate, trembling.
"I've never done this with someone like you," I whispered.
"Someone like what?" she asked gently, eyes searching mine, a wry look to her sparkling eyes.
"Someone I... love."
Her face broke into something soft and unguarded. She kissed me again--slow, deep--and then pushed me down onto the futon.
We explored each other slowly. Mouths and hands learning new languages. I kissed the inside of her wrist, her shoulder, the dip of her spine. She tugged at my panties, teasing with her tongue, then pulled them down, crawling between my thighs like she knew exactly what I needed.
I cried out when her mouth touched me. It was too much, too perfect--her tongue moving slowly, then faster up and down my penis. It was.. electric.
Her hand stroked my thigh and then my hip, finally moving around to my back side, her fingers slipping around my cheeks, so gently, so tenderly. Slowly she slipped her hand in-between the cleft of my cheeks and then, with a gentle push, squeezed a finger inside of me. I gasped. I could have pushed her away, but I didn't.
I'd never let anyone touch me there, somewhere so intimate, before, so forbidden. But in her hands, it felt ok, it felt good. In fact, it felt wonderful
My legs trembled. My hands clawed at the sheets. I was hot, moaning, barely able to think. Every time I whimpered her name, she rewarded me with more. Taking me deeper into her mouth, her fingers working harder, teasing my hole.
Miyu's touch sent sparks spiralling through me, building wave after wave until I was trembling, helpless against the rhythm of her mouth, the aching sweetness of it all--I couldn't hold back any longer and the world blurred and I came undone in a blinding, shattering rush of pleasure.
With a surge of my orgasm I exploded, all over her, my cum coating that perfect pretty face, her mouth wide open, desperate for my seed while I was gasping her name like a prayer, still gripping the sheets as the pleasure pulsed through me. Miyu smiled at me as drops of my white fluid ran slowly down her cheeks like tears of joy.
While I recovered she licked every drop off her face, cleaning herself like a cat who had indulged in too much cream, smiling at me with that warm grin I loved so much.
"Hmmmm you taste like a dream, Reni. Like sugar and something secret."
I worried that after I'd feel shame, or even worse, repulsion. But no, all I felt was happiness and joy. Joy that someone I loved so much felt the same way about me. This felt right, not wrong. Perfect in fact.
I pulled her up, kissed her lips--tasting myself on her tongue--and slid the dress from her shoulders. She was perfect, all soft skin and breathy sighs, her small cock already hard against my belly.
I looked at it. Another moment I expected to feel that I might turn, might run away. But no, it was a part of her, and it was just as gorgeous as the rest of her.
And then I felt a desire, one I'd never thought I'd have in a million years. I wanted her to feel how I'd just felt. To give her something of the gift she'd just given to me.
"Let me?" I whispered.
"Reni, are you sure? You don't have to baby."
"I want to Miyu, I want to taste you so badly. Will you let me?"
She nodded as I bent over to repay her tenderness.
She was clean shaven below, her skin perfect and soft. Below her cock looked just so pretty, so petite, and as smooth and delicate as the rest of her. I yearned to taste her. All my hang ups fading away.
I went slow--stroking her, kissing down her chest, until finally I reached her penis. I leaned in and licked the head, tasting her for the first time. She tasted sweat and a little salty. It was nice. It was her.
I carried on, my tongue lapping at her gently, teasing her until she was shaking. I wanted more now. I wanted that next step. I slipped my lips around her, not too far, just letting the tip sit in my mouth, hearing Miyu gasp as my lips wrapped around her cock as my tongue continued to tease her.
When I finally took her into my mouth, her fingers tangled in my hair and she gasped, hips bucking pushing her deeper in past my lips, filling me with her delicious cock.
There was no thoughts that this was wrong, only the wondrous feeling of having her inside of me, all the way, of giving her pleasure. I sucked her gently, then harder, letting her feel how much I wanted this, wanted
her
.
I could feel her twitch in my mouth as I delicately teased her small, tight little scrotum with my fingers. Everything about her male parts was so delightfully feminine, so much so the thought of stopping never crossed my mind.
"Oh Reni, oh that feels so nice. So good. Hmmmmm! Oh baby!!"
I was loving having her cock in my mouth, surprising myself at how much I was enjoying it. I wanted it all, I wanted as much as I could get. I wanted it ever last drop.
I started to move faster, slurping and suckling her, my lips wrapped tight around her, sliding her all the way in till my nose touched warm softness of her smooth skin, my tongue teasing her as I did.
I was desperate for her to cum in me now, to taste her seed, like she had mine. To show her my love and devotion for her.
She moaned my name over and over, and then, with a shake and a whimper, she came with a shudder, spilling into my mouth, grabbing my hair as she held on for dear life.
"Ohh fuckkkkk! Oh god Reni, oh fuck!"
Miyu pulled me up to her face, kissing me deeply. Passionately as we swapped her cum between us, our tongues dancing on each other. Our arms holding each of us tight.
She pulled back, her eyes wide as her smile as I swallowed every last drop of her seed.
"That was wonderful Reni. But are you ok? I know you've never done anything like this before. We can stop if you want some time?"
"I loved it, Miyu. It was just perfect. You are my perfect first time my love."
She smiled back at me. There it was. The wonderful warm smile, full of joy, the one that lit up my heart every time I saw it.
"Do you want to go further my love?"
I nodded, eager for whatever was next.
Her hand slipped down, down to my cock, now it was eager and erect again, desperate for more, more of her. My body was on fire.
"I want you inside me Reni. Make love to me please. Is that ok?"
Miyu lay down on her back onto my bed. Gently I parted her legs, she pulled them wide welcoming me into her. I could see her soft pink ring, looking so inviting with a slight gleam to it from the lube, making it glisten invitingly. She must have prepared herself earlier, telling me that this was what she wanted too, she wanted me inside of her, to make love to her.
Her face burned with raw desire, our eyes locking in a silent, searing promise.
I slid between her legs, my heart beating, not from fear, but excitement. I felt her soft thighs wrap around mine. My cock was pressed against her warm naked flesh, feeling her heat and her softness. For a moment I rubbed myself up and down, my cock pressed against hers. Touching each other. She
oohed
with pleasure as our penis's met, our heads kissing each other, mine damp with pre-cum. Her's glistening from my saliva. It was then I slide myself down and pressed against her hole.
I started to ease my cock into her, slowly at first, wanting to feel her and not cause her any pain. I wanted to feel every inch. It wasn't as hard to do as I'd feared, Miyu encouraging me each step of the way, stroking my arms, letting me know it wasn't hurting.
"Oh Reni, that feels so nice. Push inside of me. Take me baby."
Miyu was starting to feel tighter, gripping my head, but my cock was stiff and eager to be inside of her, I pushed in further, feeling a pop as my head finally slipped deeper into her. She cooed as I slowly slid in, deeper and deeper still.
Soon our hips were touching. I couldn't believe what I was doing. That this would have been unthinkable, and yet now it felt so right. No doubts in my mind now, just joy and love. In fact I kept wanting to pinch myself, to prove this was real and not some fantasy.
I leant over, kissing that perfect mouth once again, before moving my body, fucking her gently. Rocking my hips as she stroked my arms, welcoming me deeper inside of her.
In that breathless moment, the world fell away, and all I felt was the heat of her skin pressed close to mine -- a quiet fire burning deep between us, raw and utterly unguarded. Our hearts tangled in a whispered rhythm, every touch a wordless promise, every gasp a confession. It was more than desire; it was a fragile, fierce connection, where time stilled and nothing else existed but the soft weight of her body against me, the pulse of our shared longing.
"Oh god,
oh baby that feels so good
. Feels so good inside me. Oh, I love it. I love you. Oh baby, please fuck me!"
She wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me closer towards her. I'd never felt so connected to another person as I did in that moment, making love to my Miyu.
We started to move together, her adjusting her hips and mine thrust in and out, faster and faster.
I was so close--every movement, every breath, every whispered word from Miyu pulling me deeper, until the pressure inside me was almost too much.
Her hand found mine, fingers laced, and she whispered, 'Let go, baby, I've got you.' And with her lips on my neck and her body wrapped around mine, I gave in--lost in the overwhelming rush of love and pleasure, and the quiet, aching beauty of being hers as I thrust in hard.
I felt myself flood into her, my warmth rushing forward, filling her as she kissed me deeply.
In that fragile, infinite moment, it wasn't just desire-- it was love, fierce and tender, folding me into a quiet, aching beauty I had never known before; the exquisite joy of belonging wholly to her.
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Later, we lay tangled in the sheets, skin still warm and humming with the memory of each other.
The room was quiet but full -- full of breath, of heartbeats, of something new and fragile blooming between us.
I brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and asked softly, "Why tonight?"
Miyu curled tighter into me, her fingers tracing idle circles on my chest. Her voice was a murmur against my skin. "Because I needed to feel like I was mine again. And with you... I do. It killed me to keep pushing you away, I just couldn't anymore. I needed to feel wanted. To feel loved."
I kissed her temple, holding her a little tighter. "You are. More than I knew I could."
She looked up at me then, eyes shining in the low light. "You've really never been with a girl like me before, have you?"
I hesitated, but shook my head. "No."
Her gaze flickered with worry. "Are you okay? I mean, really okay? I know sometimes people--after--it hits them, and they--"
"Regret it?" I interrupted gently. "No. God, no. I thought I might. Honestly I thought it would mess with my head. But it didn't. It just... felt right. So right I can't even explain it."
I cupped her cheek. "I was scared it would change something in me. That it would mean something I wasn't ready for. But now I think... maybe this is who I was always meant to be."
Her eyes filled again, but this time with something softer. "I don't want to hurt you, Reni. I'm not easy. I've been used. Kept quiet. Being with me is dangerous. And I'm still scared."
"I know," I whispered. "I'm scared too. But I want you."
"I want you too," she said, her voice catching. "Not just tonight. I don't want this to be a secret. Or a mistake."
"Then let's not let it be," I said. "We'll figure it out. Whatever this is. Whatever we're becoming."
She smiled, small and trembling. "Together?"
I nodded, heart so full it almost hurt. "Together."
And in that quiet moment, wrapped in each other's arms, I stopped being just Ren pretending to be Reni. I was Reni -- not a costume, not a lie. Just a girl in love, holding the woman who made her whole.
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Author's Note:
This is the chapter where Ishaan stops pretending.
No denials. No excuses.
Just surrender, one scene at a time.
On stage, he dances.
In the bathroom, he begs.
And in the mirror, he finally sees what he is.
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The room was still dark when Ishaan stirred.
Somewhere outside, a koel called into the early morning chill, its voice slicing the silence before the first rays of sun could pierce the mist veiled across the mountains. Mussoorie was half-asleep, the resort quieter than usual, no footsteps in the corridor, no chatter from balconies, no housekeeping trolleys trundling past.
Inside their room, the air was thick, stale with sweat, and still charged from last night.
Ishaan shifted under the blanket, muscles tensing automatically, a slow throb uncoiling from the base of his spine. He flinched.
Everything hurt, his thighs sore and tight, his calves stiff, the inside of his ass raw, as if the mountain trail had left its marks not just on his skin, but inside him, a deeper trail, one that pulsed even now with phantom pressure.
And that's when he felt it, or rather didn't feel it.
He reached behind himself instinctively, fingertips grazing soft skin, bare and empty.
His heart gave a small, irrational skip, he turned his head slightly, groggy.
And there it was, the black plug, the thicker one, glinting faintly in the dawn light, lying against the sheet beside him, slick, wet, and smelling unmistakably of sweat, spit, and cum.
It must have slipped out during the night, after they came back from the hike, after Vikram had filled him so full he couldn't even think straight.
He reached for it, picked it up slowly.
His fingers slid across its wet surface, cool now, but coated with the unmistakable scent of the night before. His cheeks flushed, his hole gave a ghost of a twitch.
On the other bed, Vikram still lay facedown, naked, the sheets half-kicked off, his muscular back rising and falling with slow, even breaths. Ishaan's eyes skimmed the outline of his form, that shoulder, that waist, the scratch-marks Ishaan had left when Vikram had fucked him against a tree.
A part of Ishaan wanted to crawl into that bed, bury his face in Vikram's chest, and fall back asleep, another part wanted to ride him again until he blacked out.
But his body wasn't ready, not yet.
He swung his legs off the mattress, wincing as pain shot up his inner thighs, and limped to the bathroom, the plug still in his hand.
He paused at the dresser, the pink one was there too, back where Vikram had placed it two days ago, like a warning, a promise, an anchor.
Now there were two, a collection, his collection.
He turned the lock behind him with a soft click.
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The water was steaming by the time he started to clean the plugs, one under the spray, the other lathered with soap. His fingers trembled, partly from exhaustion, partly from what came next.
When he stepped out of the shower stall to grab a towel, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
Bruises, deep purple along his hipbones, faint red outlines of Vikram's palms across his ass, like the ghost of ownership. Scrapes on his knees from the forest floor, a crescent moon on his side, where Vikram's teeth had dug in.
His ass looked obscene, still puffed, slightly parted, slick.
And now it will be hairless.
His legs, stomach, and thighs all had light fuzz, his chest too, just a little, not like Goa, when he used to trim everything obsessively.
"Next time I see this ass, I want it smooth, shaved, like the little thing you're turning into."
The words echoed in his ears like a bell tolling obedience.
He stared into the fogged mirror, then reached for the razor.
He shaved his thighs first, then his calves, then carefully around the bruises on his knees. The chest came next, just a fine dusting of hair around his pecs and belly button, gone now, his arms, his underarms, even the insides of his wrists.
Only his ass was left.
He hesitated, then turned toward the door.
"Vikram," he called softly. "Come here."
No answer.
He opened the door a crack, the room beyond was brightening slowly, pale light spilled across the floor.
Vikram stirred on the bed, he raised his head slightly, brows furrowed.
Ishaan stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped low around his waist, his chest gleamed faintly, steam still clinging to his skin. His legs, now smooth, caught the light.
"I need help," he said simply.
Vikram sat up, his body a catalogue of power, sheets slipping down to his lap, his cock resting heavily on his thigh, dried scratches painted across his shoulder.
"With what?" His voice was low, gravelled.
Ishaan turned around, dropped the towel, bent slightly.
"I couldn't reach the back."
Vikram exhaled, slow and dangerous, he didn't reply immediately.
But Ishaan heard the creak of the bed, the soft sound of bare feet on the floor.
When he finally stood, he gave Ishaan a light tap on the ass. "Come," he said simply.
They returned to the bathroom, the lights were harsh, the air sharper. Vikram reached for the razor.
A moment later, warm fingers gripped his hips.
Vikram knelt, and took his time.
Vikram didn't speak, he gripped Ishaan's hips with both hands, thumbs resting against the curve of his lower back, the rest of his fingers pressing lightly into that soft, muscular ass. Vikram's eyes trailed over the skin, the bruises from last night had bloomed darker overnight, red splotches where he'd slapped, deep thumb-presses where he'd held on too tight. There were faint scrapes from tree bark, a trail of dried spit and sweat down his inner thigh.
Vikram noticed something else too now, fine, downy hairs catching the light across the curves, a subtle dusting that made the ass look even more obscene in contrast: boyish and filthy at once. And lower, just above the rim of his hole, was the slightly parted ring of flesh, twitching involuntarily every few seconds, still echoing with memory.
He stared at that for a long time, then dragged the razor slowly up Ishaan's right cheek.
The sound was crisp, hair against blade, blade against wet skin. Ishaan tensed slightly, then relaxed, his breath hitched with every careful motion, his fingers clutching the bathroom counter.
Vikram used short, practiced strokes, one cheek, then the other, then lower, along the perineum, where Ishaan lifted one leg slightly onto the counter, exposing more. He didn't have to be told, he knew what Vikram wanted shaved, he knew why.
"You've got cuts," Vikram murmured, almost to himself.
Ishaan's voice was quiet. "From the hike?"
"No." Vikram's hand ran down his hip, thumb pressing into a bruise just above his glute. "From me."
Silence.
Ishaan didn't answer, he just stood still, face turned away. The act of being shaved, back there, wasn't just practical, nor for cleanliness, but a ritual, a surrender, one stroke at a time.
And Vikram was reverent about it, he rinsed the razor, dabbed the skin clean with a damp cloth.
Then he spread Ishaan open gently with both thumbs, and just stared.
His breath caught, he could see it all now, his hole, raw and soft, slightly puffy and pink from being pounded into for over an hour. His balls hung heavy beneath, loose from sleep and heat. And his ass? A masterpiece, completely hairless now, gleaming under the light, marked by bruises, but otherwise smooth and soft, like something meant to be owned.
He leaned in, slowly, and licked.
Ishaan gasped, the touch was sudden, hot, electric.
Vikram's tongue dragged across his hole in a slow, deliberate circle, then again, then deeper, pushing past the outer rim, slicking him with spit. Ishaan's knees buckled slightly.
Vikram's hands kept him steady, no warning, no teasing, just pure, hungry rimming.
Ishaan couldn't breathe, his chest rose and fell fast, his cock, which had been resting quietly, started to swell.
But he didn't touch it, he couldn't.
Vikram's grip on his ass was firm, thumbs pulling him apart, his face buried between his cheeks like he was trying to drink something out of him. Every flick of his tongue made Ishaan gasp, twitch, and groan, he pressed his forehead against the mirror, sweat already forming on his spine.
Then he heard it, the wet slap of skin on skin.
Behind him, Vikram was jerking himself off, one hand on Ishaan's ass, the other working his own cock. He didn't stop rimming, just kept eating, licking, tongue thrusting into Ishaan's sore, twitching hole while his fist pumped faster.
Ishaan whimpered.
"Fuck, fuck, Vikram—"
"Don't talk," came the growl from behind him. "Just moan."
Ishaan bit his lip.
Vikram's mouth moved faster now, tongue circling, tongue fucking, spit running down Ishaan's taint, collecting in the folds of his ass. And then a muffled grunt, warmth.
Ishaan looked back just in time to see Vikram's cock explode, thick streams of cum painting his own abs, chest, and lower belly, some of it splattered on Ishaan's thigh, some hit the bathroom floor.
Vikram's breath came ragged, he leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Ishaan was shaking.
"Clean it," Vikram said.
Ishaan blinked. "What?"
"Clean. All. Of. It." He dragged two fingers through the slick mess on his own abs and held them out.
Ishaan got on his knees, licked, first the fingers, then Vikram's chest, his abs, his cock. He licked the tip clean, then sucked it into his mouth briefly, just once, enough to taste the salt, enough to feel it throb again, already thickening in his mouth.
Vikram grabbed the back of his head, just once, then let go.
Ishaan looked up, and waited.
Vikram stared down at him, eyes dark, chest still rising and falling.
Then he said it, calmly, without ceremony.
"From now on, you don't wear anything in this room," Vikram scoffed. "Not with a smooth and girly ass like this, you're my bitch in this room, and my bitch stays naked."
Ishaan swallowed, his heart beat faster.
Vikram stepped back, rinsed his hands.
Ishaan was still kneeling on the floor, still naked, still sticky, and completely, silently, obedient.
The silence between them thickened, Ishaan remained kneeling, the taste of Vikram's cum still on his tongue, lips damp, chest rising and falling with something slower than breath and deeper than shame. His skin tingled with a residual charge, not from contact, but from the simple act of being used, praised, marked, and then dismissed, all without a raised voice.
Vikram didn't acknowledge him at first, and then, finally:
"Get in the shower."
Ishaan rose without question, his knees ached, his thighs trembled just slightly from holding his own weight while Vikram devoured him. He stepped into the stall, turned on the water again.
The steam gathered quickly, curling up the mirror and fogging the tiles.
He didn't expect Vikram to follow, but he did.
A moment later, Vikram's broad, naked frame stepped in behind him, droplets still clinging to his chest from the sink, his skin radiated heat.
One hand reached past Ishaan to adjust the water temperature, the warmth surged down their shoulders, their chests, wet skin to wet skin, steam gathering between them like an embrace neither of them would name.
Ishaan didn't turn, he stood under the water, breathing, letting it pool between his shoulder blades.
Vikram moved closer, the space narrowed, their wet thighs almost brushed.
They weren't touching, not quite, but Ishaan felt the nearness like a hand already pressing down on his lower back.
"I should've taken you again," Vikram murmured at last, voice low and hot beside his ear.
Ishaan exhaled. "I wouldn't have stopped you."
Vikram's hands slid down to his waist. "I know."
A pause, then one hand slipped lower, just barely skimming Ishaan's bruised ass, grazing one cheek lightly, not a grab, not a grope, just a quiet confirmation, ownership with a touch of restraint.
Vikram leaned in.
"Look what I did to you," he whispered, his voice didn't sound proud, nor apologetic, but possessive.
His thumbs pressed lightly into each bruise, not hard, just enough for Ishaan to feel each one, the dent on his right thigh, the faint red print at the top of his left cheek, the still-sensitive welt where he'd been bitten near the base of his spine.
"You're full of me, all over."
Ishaan nodded. "I feel it."
Another pause, Vikram stepped back slightly, water rolled over his shoulders, down the ridges of his abs. He picked up the loofah from the ledge, squirted a line of body wash into it, thick and foamy.
Then he started washing Ishaan, not playfully, not erotically, not even gently, but deliberately.
First, his shoulders, then his back, his arms, the lather spread slowly across his skin, soft and clinical, but charged. Vikram's hand moved like a man tending to something he'd built with his own sweat, a man inspecting his work.
"Raise your arms."
Ishaan obeyed.
The loofah swept down his chest, across his nipples, over the flat of his stomach, then lower.
Vikram paused just above the crease of his groin.
"You're still leaking."
Ishaan didn't respond.
Vikram smiled faintly, he reached down, and smeared it in.
Ishaan jolted, his hips twitched forward.
"I didn't tell you to move."
"Sorry."
"You always say that."
Ishaan lowered his head.
Vikram reached around him, pressed the loofah against his chest and rinsed him front and back, letting the water cascade over every newly shaved surface.
His own body was wet now, too, soap trailing down his thighs, beads of water dripping from his jawline.
There was something intimate in the silence, not soft, not cruel, just a kind of truth neither of them had the vocabulary to name.
By the time Ishaan turned to face him, his eyes were half-lidded from the heat, his hair slicked to his forehead, the water making him look younger, his lips parted.
Vikram looked down, his cock was already starting to stiffen again.
Ishaan followed his gaze, but said nothing.
Vikram leaned forward, pressed his forehead briefly to Ishaan's, then stepped back.
"Out."
Ishaan blinked. "What?"
"We'll be late for breakfast."
Ishaan didn't move.
Vikram tilted his head.
"You don't get to decide when it ends."
That landed hard.
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Ishaan stepped out of the shower slowly.
His legs still ached. His ass still throbbed. His cock remained soft but warm, blood humming under the skin like it knew better than him.
Vikram followed him out, grabbing a towel for himself.
Ishaan reached for one, but Vikram held it just out of reach.
Then dropped it onto the floor.
"Dry yourself with your hands."
Ishaan looked at him.
The smirk. The way his arms crossed. The cock still half-hard.
He understood.
And used his palms to brush the water off his thighs. His chest. His arms. No towel. No protest. Just the friction of skin against skin. Like a man learning how to be present in his own nakedness.
Vikram watched it all.
By the time Ishaan had finished brushing the water from his skin, the mirror had cleared just enough to catch his reflection.
He didn't recognize himself.
Not fully.
His body looked leaner somehow. Not physically. He still had the definition, the swimmer's torso, the sharp V at the waist, but something had shifted. His posture had changed. He stood straighter, yet with less certainty. His shoulders weren't hunched, but they weren't cocky either. His arms hung loosely at his sides. He looked... exposed.
Everywhere.
His skin gleamed from the shower, pale in places where the tan had faded. His legs, now hairless, looked longer, softer. His thighs bore the faintest of stretch marks, and his inner thighs still showed the outline of finger bruises from being held down hard. His chest was marked too: a light pink scrape where Vikram's teeth had grazed him.
And behind him, he could still feel the pressure of Vikram's gaze. He didn't even have to look.
"I meant what I said," Vikram said finally, reaching for the towel again, his towel, not offering Ishaan another.
Ishaan nodded.
Vikram dried himself slowly. Ishaan watched, silent. The movements were methodical. Shoulder. Chest. Stomach. Cock. Legs. It was watching a lion groom itself. Calm, but coiled. Powerful.
"You shave well," Vikram added casually, nodding at Ishaan's legs, his smooth chest. "Missed a patch near the back of your knee though."
Ishaan flushed. "I'll fix it."
"No," Vikram said. "I like the imperfection. It's cute."
That word hit harder than it should have.
Ishaan glanced away.
Vikram stepped forward, dropping his towel to the floor. He was fully dry now. Naked. Already hard again, or close to it. His cock hung thick between his legs, heavy with promise.
He didn't reach for Ishaan.
He didn't have to.
Instead, he walked out of the bathroom without another word.
Ishaan followed, naked, wet, still dripping in parts.
The room was brighter now. Pale morning light streaked through the curtains. Birds chirped somewhere on the balconies. Below, in the lower levels of the resort, they could faintly hear chairs being set out, some clatter from the kitchen, a few early risers laughing on the terrace.
The rest of the world was waking up.
But in here?
The rules were different.
Ishaan stood by the edge of the bed. Still exposed. Still waiting.
Vikram, now at the dresser, began picking through their suitcases with idle precision. He didn't look rushed. Just... thoughtful. He pulled out a pair of briefs. Tossed them aside. A t-shirt. Rejected. Then a pair of running shorts: tiny, black, flimsy.
He held them up.
"These."
"You want me to wear these out there?"
"No." Vikram's voice was flat. "I want you to stay naked in here forever. But since that's not an option..."
Ishaan exhaled a laugh despite himself.
Vikram turned to face him.
"Yes. For you."
Ishaan hesitated. "What about boxers?"
"No boxers. No lining. Just these. And a hoodie to cover that bruised body of yours."
Ishaan's cock stirred, despite the embarrassment flooding through him.
"You'll wear them for breakfast."
Vikram came closer, still holding the shorts.
His voice dropped.
"If anyone asks about the bruises on your thighs, you fell."
Ishaan swallowed.
"And the way I walk?"
Vikram smirked.
"Your little secret."
He handed the shorts over.
But didn't let go immediately. His fingers brushed Ishaan's as he held them.
Then, softly:
"You want to please me today?"
Ishaan nodded.
"Then look like you've been claimed."
Ishaan took the shorts.
And for the first time that morning, Vikram smiled.
Not cocky. Not playful. Just... raw.
Ishaan stepped into the shorts. No underwear. The fabric clung to his freshly shaven thighs, hugged the still-tender swell of his ass, and dipped slightly where his hipbones jutted. They were high-cut. Hugging. Unforgiving.
He zipped up a hoodie over his bare chest. It was loose and soft and fell low enough to cover his bulge. Barely. His legs, though, were on full display.
Vikram smirked.
"Perfect."
Ishaan didn't respond.
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The shorts clung like sin.
By the time Ishaan stepped out of their room, the slick black nylon hugged his thighs with unforgiving precision. His freshly shaved legs caught the sunlight as they walked, bare, smooth, too exposed. The hoodie Vikram made him wear was oversized, hanging low enough to give the illusion of modesty. But it didn't hide the way the shorts cupped his ass, the faint bruises still blooming near his upper thigh, or the awkward stiffness in his gait that told a story no one else knew.
Except one man.
Vikram walked ahead, calm, loose-limbed, composed. One hand in his pocket. Not looking back.
Ishaan followed like a shadow.
The path from the resort rooms to the breakfast patio wound gently past a cluster of flowering trees. Sparrows chirped somewhere overhead. Waitstaff moved briskly in and out of the main kitchen. There was a breeze, mild and pleasant.
But Ishaan's skin prickled like he was being dragged through fire.
They reached the patio just as a few others from their dance group were claiming a table. White linens. Clinking glasses. A buffet table near the railing with steel cloches and a line of fresh chai being poured.
Vikram didn't hesitate; he walked straight to the corner of the table, took a seat, and poured himself a coffee.
Ishaan trailed behind.
It was the first time he'd been in public like this, with Vikram's rules clinging to his skin.
He felt... raw.
He sat down across from Tanmay, who gave him a once-over and arched an eyebrow.
"Damn, Ishaan. Someone's been doing leg day?"
The words landed like a slap. Ishaan forced a breath through his nose.
"Gotta keep up with Vikram, right?"
Tanmay chuckled. "Yeah, good luck."
No one else commented.
Vanya was already deep in conversation about her lehenga fitting. Someone else asked if the DJ had changed the tracklist for tonight's sangeet. The usual chaos. The usual noise.
But Ishaan couldn't focus.
He sipped his chai slowly, fingers wrapped tight around the steel cup, legs crossed under the table to hide the ache. Every time he shifted in his seat, the fabric of his shorts tugged against his inner thighs, reminding him, again and again, of what he'd become.
What he'd let Vikram make of him.
What he couldn't deny anymore.
And then there was Vikram.
Sitting diagonally across, calm as ever, sipping his black coffee.
He hadn't looked at Ishaan once.
But Ishaan still felt it.
The weight of it.
The knowing.
Under the table, their knees brushed once.
Not an accident.
Vikram didn't move.
Neither did Ishaan.
It was a silent press of power. Invisible to anyone else. But Ishaan felt his pulse leap, his skin crawl with heat. His body, still loose from the night before, still leaking memory, tightened in response.
Vikram eventually leaned back, stretched his arms above his head, the hem of his kurta riding up slightly to reveal a glimpse of abs.
Ishaan looked away.
Downed the rest of his chai.
And tried not to think about how wet he still felt between his legs.
How the taste of Vikram still lingered faintly on his tongue.
And how, even here, surrounded by friends, sunlight, and breakfast buffets.
He didn't feel human.
He felt owned.
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By midday, the group had gathered in one of the indoor banquet halls for dance rehearsals. The room was massive, wood-paneled, mirror-lined, with AC vents humming overhead. A speaker system was already pumping low Bollywood beats. Someone had brought protein bars and lime water.
They were about fifteen people total, bride and groom's friends, the Sangeet core crew. The choreographer was a wiry man in his late thirties with a ponytail, sharp energy, and an iPad full of pre-recorded steps. The choreographer ordered them all to circle up.
"This is not a drill, people. Sangeet's tonight, and I've got a bride on my back and a best man with two left feet."
Laughter. Groans.
People stretched. Shoes came off.
"Alright!" the choreographer called out, clapping twice. "You all got your dance videos in advance, right? Today we just bring it together. Formations. Pairwork. Smiles. Let's go!"
"Let's do partner pairings," he said once the warm-up ended. "No stress. Go with someone who matches your height and vibe."
Before Ishaan could even glance around, he saw it.
Aditi had already walked up to Vikram.
She tilted her head. "We work, right?"
Vikram smiled, all confident ease. "Yeah. Let's try."
Ishaan blinked. And looked away.
The rest of the pairings sorted themselves out. Ishaan found himself opposite Trisha, another bridesmaid. Pretty, easy to talk to, already smiling at him like they had some kind of rhythm figured out.
"Go easy," she teased, "I haven't danced since college."
Ishaan chuckled. "We'll wing it."
They began learning the duet moves, four-step sequences, a quick spin, a hip brush, a dip. It wasn't difficult. He picked up fast. She was light on her feet. Their bodies aligned easily.
And Ishaan enjoyed it.
Trisha's hands felt soft on his shoulders. She was flirty, warm, responsive. He let himself relax into the motion, feel the music in his limbs, let a bit of that old charm return. He smiled at her jokes. Took the lead. Got her to laugh once. Maybe twice.
It was nice.
Almost enough to forget the simmering heat rising from the floor.
Almost.
Because every time they paused between segments, every time Ishaan turned toward the mirror to reset his posture, he saw them again.
Vikram and Aditi.
Dancing close. Laughing.
And it wasn't just any girl. Aditi was the hottest of the bridesmaids, no question. Hair to her waist. Big, knowing eyes. The kind of confidence that came from being wanted. She moved like she was used to drawing attention. Ishaan had clocked her the moment she walked in on Day 1. She'd even flirted with him over chai. There'd been a time, literally yesterday, when he might've made a move.
And he still could. He knew that.
He still wanted women. Still got hard at the right curves, still imagined thighs around his face, tits in his hands. That part hadn't changed. Not fully. He was still mostly straight. Still someone who'd go back to flirting, to fucking, to chasing what he'd always chased.
Just not today.
Not here.
Not with Vikram in the room.
Because when Vikram was close, when his voice was in Ishaan's ear, when his palm was on someone else's waist, every woman vanished. Became less.
Now he watched Aditi spin into Vikram's arms.
Watched Vikram's hand settle low around her waist.
Watched Aditi lean into him slightly after a clean turn, her laugh a little too bright.
And it didn't make Ishaan jealous.
Not exactly.
It made him aware.
Of the hollowness.
The ache.
A space inside him that used to belong to women, to seduction, to the easy, straight-coded charm he once wore like cologne. And now? Now he didn't want to be with Aditi.
He wanted to be her.
To be the one Vikram guided. The waist he steadied. The presence made more electric by his touch.
He thought of last night, being bent over a rock, pinned against bark, Vikram's cock driving into him until his legs shook. He remembered the third orgasm: a soft, broken whimper, his own dick soft, his hole leaking. Nothing had ever undone him like that.
And now, here he was. Sore. Still stretched. Barely able to keep up with Trisha's steps. Watching the same man who had filled him like no one else act like none of it had ever happened.
Because to Ishaan, everything had changed.
And to Vikram?
Maybe not.
Or maybe, just maybe, something had. Something he wasn't showing yet.
Ishaan turned from the mirror. Focused on the steps. Forced his limbs to stay in rhythm.
But inside, his gut twisted, not with jealousy, but with clarity.
He hadn't just lost his shot.
He'd surrendered it.
And for what?
For the man now teasing the same girl Ishaan could've pulled with ease. The man who'd bent him over a rock. Fucked him into moaning. Stuffed him so deep Ishaan had cried out hands-free into pine-soaked air.
He turned away from the mirror.
Focused on Trisha's steps. Repeated the combo. Forced his body to stay in rhythm.
But in his mind, Vikram's fingers were still on Aditi's waist.
The rehearsal dragged on.
Two hours passed in sweat and soft choreography scolding. Ishaan barely noticed his legs tiring. His hoodie stayed on. He didn't strip like the others. He couldn't. The bruises. The soreness. The sharp reminder of the black plug that had come out of him slick with cum this morning.
By 5:30 PM, the music finally stopped.
The choreographer clapped his hands.
"Good work. You've got an hour and a half till showtime. Eat something, hydrate, change into your outfits. And don't forget to smile like you're not hungover."
The group laughed.
People scattered quickly, some heading toward the buffet, others toward their rooms to shower and change.
Ishaan lingered for a beat.
He turned, just in time to see Aditi still chatting with Vikram by the mirror. Her hand brushed his arm. He said something that made her laugh.
They didn't move.
Ishaan left.
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The suite was empty when he walked in.
Still dim. Still silent.
He shut the door behind him, peeled the hoodie off, and dropped it on the chair.
The shorts followed. Then his socks.
He walked to the edge of the bed. Lowered himself slowly. Knees to the carpet. Palms resting on his thighs. Chin tucked.
He waited.
Naked.
Exactly how Vikram would want to find him.
A few minutes later the door clicked shut behind him.
Vikram didn't speak.
He didn't need to.
There was Ishaan, already on his knees. Naked. Back straight. Hands on his thighs. Head bowed, like a penitent sinner before the altar. His skin glowed faintly under the low hotel light, shaven, flushed, marked. His cock hung heavy, untouched. And beside him, on the carpet, the plug Vikram had left out this morning gleamed faintly, waiting.
It took everything in Vikram not to smirk right away. Not because he didn't enjoy it. He did. But because this had to mean something more.
He walked in slow, casually unzipping his jacket, toeing off his shoes, the click of each movement echoing between them. Ishaan didn't look up.
Good.
Because Vikram needed this pause.
He needed the weight of the moment to settle.
Vikram walked into that room with full awareness of the game he was playing.
From the outside, he was composed, breezy, charming, smooth. The kind of man who looked like he didn't have to try. But beneath that? Controlled fury. Tactical heat. A singular focus burning under skin.
He hadn't chosen Aditi during dance practice by accident.
He'd seen how Ishaan clung to her, like a shield. A hetero crutch. A soft, fake fallback to keep his pride intact. Vikram had fucked that pride out of him last night, but this? This was cleanup. A correction.
So he yanked the safety net away.
Took her.
Danced with her.
Held her waist like he owned it. Brushed his lips close when he laughed. Let his hand drag, slow and loose, over the soft swell of her hip. Not because he wanted her.
Because he wanted Ishaan to see it.
To feel it.
To ache.
To remember exactly what he'd begged for the night before. What he'd bent over for. What he'd whimpered for with his ass spread and his mouth leaking filth. That wasn't confusion. That wasn't a mistake.
That was need.
Even when Trisha touched Ishaan, dragged her nails down his arm, Vikram didn't flinch. He watched. Filed it away. Didn't react. Just steered harder. Tightened the leash. No confrontation. No jealousy. Just pressure.
Because silence, when wielded right, stings harder than any slap.
And now? That same leash, thick, invisible, wrapped around Ishaan's throat, was being pulled from the other end.
Ishaan, kneeling. Naked. Skin flushed. Eyes begging.
Tugging the leash with both hands.
He's not spiraling, Vikram thought.
He's craving.
And he's already turning to follow.
Finally, Vikram stepped forward. Slowly.
Deliberately.
He unzipped his fly in one slow pull. The sound cut through the silence like a blade.
Ishaan looked up.
Eyes soft. Waiting.
Vikram let the silence stretch. Let it grow uncomfortable. Then, low, casual, deadly smooth:
"Jealous?"
Ishaan didn't answer.
Vikram stepped closer.
"Wanted to be Aditi today?"
Still silence.
He let his cock fall out, thick, flushed, already semi-hard.
"Think I'll fuck her tonight instead?"
That made Ishaan flinch, just slightly.
Just enough.
Vikram smirked.
Ishaan crawled forward.
The first touch wasn't even skin; it was breath. Warm, moist air as Ishaan leaned in, lips parted.
Then: a single lick. Soft. Testing.
Vikram didn't say a word.
He just watched.
Ishaan's tongue traced along the underside of his shaft, slow and reverent, like he was reacquainting himself with something divine. The weight of the cock. The heat. The smell.
Another lick.
Then, his lips wrapped around the head. Just the tip. Like a secret.
A moan escaped Vikram's throat. Barely a sound. More exhale than voice.
Ishaan pushed deeper.
Slow.
Then slower still.
One inch. Two.
His throat opened like memory, no gag. Just a tremble in his jaw, a tightening in his cheeks.
Then three inches.
His lips flushed pink. Spit began to bead at the corners of his mouth. His hands rested on his own knees, obedient, unmoving.
Vikram's voice dropped again. Low. Cruel. Filthy.
"You ever think what it'd feel like to watch me take her?"
Ishaan didn't flinch.
Didn't blink.
Didn't stop sucking.
Vikram's hand cupped the back of his head. Just enough pressure to guide, not force.
"Her riding me, tight, loud, messy, while you sit in the corner? Plugged. Dripping. Watching."
Ishaan gagged, just slightly.
Recovered.
Went back in deeper.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Vikram muttered, his voice curling into something darker. "Watching me fuck a girl right while your hole leaks from last night."
Ishaan's cock twitched between his thighs.
Still untouched.
Still hard.
Still aching.
He twitched again, reflexive, useless. His hips jerked forward like his body forgot it wasn't allowed. But his hands stayed on his knees. Shaking.
Vikram thrust gently into his mouth, hips moving slow and controlled. Wet sounds filled the room. The suck. The drag of spit. The obscene slurp when Ishaan pulled back to breathe.
He didn't look up.
Not yet.
His lips dragged across the shaft. Again. Again.
"Or maybe I'll line you both up," Vikram added. "Make you beg like real bitches. Her pussy. Your pussy. See who leaks more."
"Bet she screams when I fuck her. You just drool."
That got a moan.
Low.
Muffled.
But real.
Vikram grabbed his chin.
Pulled him off with a slick pop.
Ishaan gasped, his jaw sore, spit stringing between lip and cock.
"Use your tongue. Worship it. Earn it."
Ishaan obeyed instantly. He leaned back in, licked up the length, kissed the swollen head, then sucked again, slow and deep.
Vikram grunted.
"You're a natural cocksucker? Barely took any training."
Ishaan moaned.
Didn't stop.
Didn't touch himself.
Ishaan's eyes shifted to the mirror. What stared back was obscene: his lips stretched wide, drool glistening, cheeks hollowed around cock. A mess. Vikram's mess.
Ishaan choked.
Vikram didn't ease up.
His grip tightened at the base of Ishaan's skull, guiding him forward, slow, relentless, punishing. Ishaan's lips were stretched wide around the thick girth of cock slicked in spit and pre-cum, and his throat was trying, failing, then yielding again.
Another inch down.
Then another.
Tears welled in the corners of his eyes. His jaw ached. His lips were numb.
But he didn't stop.
Not even when his nose pressed into Vikram's groin. Not even when he gagged so hard his whole body jolted. He took it. Mouth open. Throat offered.
Vikram looked down, groaning low under his breath. His cock throbbed. His thighs tensed. The sight was too much.
The broken man on his knees.
The barely-there breathing.
The raw, wet surrender.
"Fucking perfect," Vikram growled.
Then he yanked him off again, hard.
"You want it?"
Ishaan nodded, spit-strung and desperate.
Vikram waited. One beat. Two. Then shoved him back down.
"Then take it."
He didn't give warning.
Didn't need to.
His orgasm ripped through him without sound, just a low hiss between clenched teeth. Ishaan felt it, then tasted it: hot, bitter, sudden. The cock spasmed against his tongue as Vikram held him in place. Thick ropes spilled down his throat. Ishaan didn't flinch.
He swallowed all of it.
Every drop.
The taste coated his tongue, hot, bitter, intimate. He didn't grimace. He held it. Savored it. Like a secret.
When Vikram pulled out, his cock was still hard, still twitching slightly, gleaming with slick. Ishaan licked it clean without being told. He kissed the head once, soft. Then sat back on his heels, panting, lips red and wet, cum still coating the back of his throat.
Ishaan's cock throbbed between his legs, angry, swollen, untouched.
A drop of precum clung to the tip, thick and humiliating. It slid down, staining his thigh. He didn't dare wipe it.
Vikram zipped up slowly. Like there was no rush.
Then he bent, grabbed something off the dresser, and tossed it lightly in front of Ishaan.
The black plug.
"Put it in," he said, voice level. "We're already late."
Ishaan stared at it.
Not surprised.
Not reluctant.
Just momentarily still.
Then he picked it up.
He spat into his palm, rubbed the lube along the base. He'd done it enough now that his fingers didn't hesitate. His body responded like it remembered.
He knelt beside the bed and lifted one leg up. His hole, still slightly loose from the shower, still sensitive from yesterday, fluttered when the tip touched him. He pressed it in slowly.
He gasped.
The plug popped past the ring with a slick stretch. His hips jerked slightly at the sensation. The toy settled in place. Ishaan let out a low, involuntary whimper. His hole fluttered around the intrusion, greedy now. His cock jerked again. He pressed his forehead to the edge of the bed, panting.
His hole clenched around it, and for a moment, he felt everything.
Full.
Empty.
Claimed.
Vikram watched him through the mirror.
"Don't leak," he said, smoothing his own kurta. "Not onto your sherwani."
Ishaan didn't answer.
His cock twitched again. Still no release. His balls ached.
But he didn't ask.
They dressed in silence.
Vikram in deep emerald green, sharp angles, crisp cuts.
Ishaan in ivory, rich fabric, minimal embroidery, tight collar. Regal, like he was made to be looked at. Like no one could guess what lay inside the folds.
Vikram helped him button up.
Fingers brushed Ishaan's smooth chest. Slid over his ribs. Lower.
He paused at the waistline.
Ishaan's breathing stuttered.
He hadn't even touched himself, and yet, his cock was still hard. A dark stain had formed along the front of his undershorts.
Vikram didn't mention it.
Just buttoned the last clasp.
Adjusted the collar.
And stepped back.
As they turned toward the door, Ishaan glanced sideways at the full-length mirror.
He didn't recognize himself at first.
He looked... poised. Elegant. Controlled. Like someone who knew how to command a room.
No one would guess he was plugged.
That he'd just been mouth-fucked like a toy.
That his hole still fluttered from the stretch. That his stomach still twisted with unreleased heat. That he was leaking into his underwear even now.
But he knew.
Every step toward the Sangeet pushed the plug deeper. Every word he'd have to say tonight would come out of a mouth that had swallowed another man's cum just twenty minutes ago.
His cock was untouched.
His body? Owned.
He walked forward, head high, like nothing had happened.
But inside?
Everything had.
His mouth still tasted like him. His ass still clenched around the toy. His body still begged for touch. But all he got... was the Sangeet.
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By the time they walked down to the lawn, the sangeet was already in full swing.
Lights crisscrossed overhead like falling stars, sharp against the Mussoorie mist. The stage was elevated at the far end of the lawn, glowing under spotlights. A curved LED screen behind it flashed pictures of the bride and groom, from childhood candids to pre-wedding photoshoot glamour. Laughter rang like bells. Someone popped a bottle of champagne off to the side. Aunties in heavy lehengas twirled slowly to the music as cousins in sequined saris filmed them for reels.
Ishaan and Vikram were two steps behind their group as they entered. Their friends peeled off toward the bar, already laughing, already flushed from the afternoon.
Ishaan was barely holding it together.
His sherwani was too tight around the thighs, intentionally so. Gold-threaded cream fabric that shimmered under the fairy lights. His cock hadn't been touched since their hike. His hole was plugged. The heavy black silicone seated snug inside him. He'd plugged himself under Vikram's watchful eye earlier in the room, lubed it with spit, sealed it with silence.
Now, every footstep pushed it deeper.
He felt it shift when he laughed too hard at one of Harsh's jokes.
Felt it clench involuntarily when he spotted Aditi in the crowd.
She looked radiant, crimson lehenga, backless choli, hair swept up with gold pins. And she was clearly waiting for someone.
Vikram.
Ishaan glanced sideways. Vikram stood still, drink in hand, expression unreadable.
Then he turned toward the bar. "Whiskey?"
"Just Coke," Ishaan muttered. His throat was too dry for anything else.
Tanmay slapped him on the back. "You dance better drunk, bro. Don't pussy out tonight."
Ishaan faked a grin. "Just saving it for later."
The lights dimmed.
A spotlight clicked on the stage.
The emcee's voice boomed across the lawn: "Get ready! Opening act, groom's cousins doing Gallan Goodiyan!"
A roar from the crowd. Music started. Drums kicked in.
And so it began.
Family after family took turns on stage, choreographed routines, uncles half-stumbling through their steps, teenage cousins spinning perfectly in sync. The bar kept pouring. Someone handed Ishaan a drink. He didn't ask what it was, just sipped. Breathed. Focused on staying upright, plugged, composed.
"Couples next!" shouted the choreographer. "Groom's friends and bride's friends, get into position! Pair up!"
It had been rehearsed. Everyone knew who was dancing with whom.
Vikram was with Aditi.
Ishaan had been paired with Trisha, sweet, warm, and flirtatious.
They took the stage as the emcee called out: "And now, Kunal's boys and Natasha's girls! Let's go!"
The music changed, something upbeat, cocky, perfectly rehearsed.
Ishaan took his mark.
Across the stage, Aditi winked at him once before turning toward Vikram.
And the moment the beat dropped, it began.
Pairs in motion. Spins. Switches. Ishaan grabbed Trisha's hand, lifted her into a twirl, spun her into a dip. He heard the applause, felt the lights heat his face. His body moved without thinking. All muscle memory.
Except for the plug.
Every bounce of his hips made it nudge something deep.
Every footfall jostled it with cruel, thrilling friction.
He kept his smile up. Kept Trisha's hand firm in his. She looked amazing. Her laugh was real. Her touch playful.
And still, his eyes drifted sideways.
Vikram danced like he didn't care. Lazy-sexy. Perfect timing, relaxed shoulders. One hand on Aditi's waist, the other gesturing to the beat. His smile had just the right touch of smugness.
Ishaan saw it in flashes. A smirk as Aditi twirled. Fingers grazing the small of her back. A laugh that made her clutch his arm a little tighter.
It wasn't that he was jealous.
It was that she'd taken his place.
The dance routine ended to a wave of whistles and claps.
Ishaan stepped back into position, panting slightly, sherwani stuck to his skin.
"Group photo!" the choreographer called. "All dancers, stage front!"
They huddled in tight rows, adjusting dupattas and collars, brushing sweat from their faces. Ishaan knelt slightly in front, crouched between Harsh and Santosh. Trisha stood behind him, still giggling.
Vikram came up last, taking the spot directly behind Ishaan.
"Three... two..."
Ishaan felt it.
A hand, hot, wide, confident, slid down his spine.
Paused at his waist.
Then cupped his ass.
Firm. Unapologetic. Right on the plug.
The click of the camera flash hit mid-grope.
Vikram's hand lingered.
Then fell away.
"Another one!" the photographer called.
This time, Vikram didn't touch him.
But Ishaan's cock twitched once. Then again.
No one else noticed.
Or if they did, no one said anything.
They filed off the stage.
Ishaan grabbed a beer from a passing tray. Downed half.
Vikram was already drifting toward Aditi again.
And the night was far from done.
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The lights on the sangeet stage were still pulsing in slow cycles when a bunch of the boys drifted off toward the back lawn. The air had cooled, the crowd had thinned, and the groomsmen, buzzing from open-bar whiskey and shared adrenaline, were half-laughing, half-stumbling into the next act of the night: decompression.
The lawn behind the main pavilion sloped gently downward, edged by a thicket of pine trees. A few scattered chairs, one folding table, two Bluetooth speakers playing retro Bollywood at low volume. A bottle of rum appeared from someone's jacket. A metal flask passed from hand to hand.
Vikram walked with one hand in his pocket, silent, confident. Ishaan was a few paces ahead, the dark fabric of his sherwani hugging his hips tighter with every step.
Then.
Smack.
A loud, open-palm slap landed square across Ishaan's ass. Crisp. Echoing in the cool mountain air.
Ishaan jumped, startled. The pain was sharp. Immediate. The sound had been obscene.
"Broooo," Anshul wheezed, laughing. "You're still on his ass after all these years, haan?"
Harsh grinned. "Vikram's been eyeing that thing since second year, don't lie."
Mukul cut in, louder: "It makes sense. It's not even a normal ass. This fucker's got a girly ass. Round, high, soft. Shit actually jiggles."
Vikram didn't miss a beat. "Tell me this guy doesn't move like he wants to be pinned."
The boys burst out laughing, half-shocked, half-hyped.
"Shut the fuck up," Ishaan grinned back, smoothing his kurta as if it hadn't been jolted sideways.
And then Vikram added, deadpan:
"Give him two more drinks, I might finally tap it tonight."
More laughter. Harsh whooped. "Broooo, chill!"
"Consent first, please!" Anshul snorted.
Vikram didn't miss a beat, his voice low and calm. "He wouldn't need much convincing. The minute Ishaan sees me hard, he'd drop to his knees and plead for whatever I give him. Trust me, he'd be begging to be fucked by me if it came to that."
The boys went silent for a split second, before the laughter came back, louder this time, more reckless.
Ishaan gave a crooked grin, voice flat. "Y'all keep fantasizing. Let me know when you're done."
The others kept laughing. The moment passed. Or at least, it seemed to.
They reached the lawn and began settling in. A couple of folding chairs. One guy sat directly on the grass. Someone had snagged a pack of Marlboros. Ishaan lit one without looking. His hand trembled slightly, though it didn't show.
But inside?
The sting of Vikram's slap still radiated across his cheek.
He felt the plug shift with every breath.
It pulsed, dully, deliciously, with each beat of his heart. The plug had been in since before sangeet. And now, combined with the shock of public humiliation, it made his hole twitch with shame.
He exhaled slowly. Tried not to squirm.
He was almost impressed. Vikram had basically just said, out loud, how it started in Goa between them. How Ishaan had begged for it.
And still, no one flinched. No one really heard it.
They laughed, shrugged, moved on.
Ishaan took another drag. Let the smoke cover the heat in his face.
The truth had walked naked through that moment, and no one had looked twice.
Vikram sat across from him. Legs spread wide. Elbow resting on the back of his chair like a man entirely at ease. He hadn't even glanced at Ishaan after the slap. He didn't need to.
Ishaan crossed his legs to hide the pressure building in his crotch.
Then the women arrived.
Aditi. Trisha. One more bridesmaid Ishaan didn't know by name. Sonali and Vanya from Kunal's friends' circle. All of them in various degrees of buzzed, heels off, hair slightly messy, glitter and jewelry gleaming in the soft garden lights.
Aditi headed straight for Vikram. "There you are."
He looked up, smiling. "Missed me already?"
She rolled her eyes, but took the empty chair beside him anyway.
Trisha flopped onto the grass near Ishaan. "Dance partner!" she chirped. "You killed it up there."
Ishaan smiled. "Only 'cause you didn't miss a step."
She nudged him playfully with her shoulder.
Conversations split like little rivers: crosscurrents of gossip, jokes, drunken declarations of friendship. Anshul was half-heartedly trying to explain cryptocurrency to Harsh. Vanya and Sonali had hijacked the speaker to play a Honey Singh throwback. Someone passed a joint; someone else offered a Diet Coke.
Ishaan drank slowly.
Across from him, Vikram was lounging, drink in hand, one leg crossed over the other, fingers lazily playing with the stem of his glass.
Aditi leaned in close, whispering something. Vikram chuckled. Said something back. She tossed her hair and laughed harder.
To anyone watching, it was textbook flirtation.
But Ishaan saw the angle of Vikram's gaze.
Even while Aditi spoke, his eyes tracked him.
Not always. Not obviously. But enough.
Each time Ishaan shifted on the grass, he felt the plug dig a little deeper. His hole clenched around it. Not pain, just presence. His body's reminder that even fully dressed, even surrounded by friends, even with a girl leaning against his shoulder.
He was owned.
And worse?
He wanted more.
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It started with a glance.
Vikram set his drink down. Stretched like he was just tired of the chair. "Back in five," he said to no one in particular.
He didn't look at Ishaan.
But Ishaan had already felt it. The signal. The unspoken now.
He waited fifteen seconds, made a show of laughing at something Trisha said, then stood too. "Bathroom," he muttered.
He didn't need to say whose.
The private guest bathroom just beyond the lawn was dimly lit and rarely used, tucked beside the lower banquet hall, away from the crowd. Vikram pushed the door open, stepped inside, and left it unlocked.
Thirty seconds later, Ishaan entered and twisted the lock behind him with a sharp click.
The silence was immediate. Loud with the weight of expectation.
Vikram stood near the sink, arms folded, eyes unreadable. Silent.
Ishaan stood there, flushed, breath uneven, erection stiff beneath the layers of his sherwani. The plug inside him had felt unbearable for the past hour. Now it was torture.
His plug was still in.
His cock was leaking.
He hadn't touched himself since the hike. Not once. Not without permission.
Ishaan took a step closer. Then another. His voice cracked when he spoke.
"Please... I need to cum."
Nothing from Vikram.
Ishaan's throat tightened. "I haven't since the hike. Since you... since you fucked me open. I've been plugged since before sangeet. I'm leaking through my underwear."
Still nothing.
Ishaan's voice dropped to a whisper. "You told me not to touch myself. And I didn't. Because it's not worth it. Because it's only ever that good when it's from you. When you fuck me. Or eat me out."
Something flickered in Vikram's face, not pity, nor kindness.
Ownership.
He stepped forward slowly. Raised a hand. Took Ishaan's jaw and tilted it up.
"So desperate," he murmured. "So obedient."
He turned him roughly, bent him over the sink.
Ishaan gasped as his chest hit the cold counter. His hands gripped the edges.
Vikram yanked down his pants. The black base of the plug sat snug between flushed cheeks.
Still warm. Still snug inside.
Vikram tugged. Slowly.
Ishaan whimpered.
A wet pop echoed in the tiled space as the black silicone slid free. A string of slick clung to the plug and Ishaan's rim. The sound was obscene.
"Look at that," Vikram murmured.
Ishaan's eyes met the mirror.
He was bent forward. Mouth parted. Chest heaving. And between his thighs, his hole twitched. Open. Gleaming.
"Your hole's so stretched it didn't even clench."
Ishaan closed his eyes in shame.
But that only made it worse.
Vikram undid his own pants, just enough to pull his cock out, thick, warm, hard. He let the head drag up Ishaan's taint, pausing right at that slick, twitching hole, not entering, just letting it rest.
Ishaan moaned.
Vikram smiled.
"You want it too much," he said. "That's the problem. So you don't get cock."
He leaned in close, voice darker. "I'll give you something worse."
He stepped back.
"Spit."
Ishaan turned, mouth open instantly. Vikram shoved three fingers between his lips.
"Suck. Coat what's going to split you open."
Ishaan sucked them deep, cheeks hollowing, eyes dazed. He moaned around them.
Vikram pulled them out slowly.
Then pressed just one finger against Ishaan's entrance.
It slid in, slow, wet, partial. Barely the first knuckle.
Ishaan gasped, hips rolling back instinctively. Wanting more.
Vikram paused. Didn't move.
"Fuck yourself on them," Vikram said coldly. "If you're that desperate."
Ishaan did.
He began to fuck himself on the single finger. Desperate. Needy. Silent except for the wet sounds and his own breath.
After a minute: "Please. Another."
Vikram smiled. Added the second. Just as slow.
"You don't even ask like a man anymore."
Ishaan was squirming now. Blushing. His cock leaking against the counter.
He rocked back harder. Grinding. Eyes locked on the foggy mirror.
Vikram stared at him through the reflection.
"You'd do this for hours if I let you," he murmured. "Just use yourself on my hand like a bitch in heat."
Ishaan moaned again. His shame deepened. But he didn't stop.
He couldn't.
Vikram finally checked his watch.
"We've got five minutes," he said calmly. "And you're moving like a virgin on prom night."
Without warning, he shoved a third finger in.
Ishaan gasped, his knees buckled slightly, his moan sharp and helpless.
Vikram didn't pause. He gripped Ishaan's hip, pulled him flush, and began to fuck him with his hand. Not gently. Not to tease. This was use.
"This is what you want?" Vikram growled. "Say it."
"Yes," Ishaan gasped. "Please. Please, fuck me. I need to be used."
Vikram curled his fingers deep, found that spot, the one that made Ishaan's whole body seize.
"You like this better, don't you?" Vikram muttered. "Fucking yourself on my hand like it's a cock. Like a fucking girl."
Ishaan moaned, hips twitching.
Vikram leaned closer. "Aditi's already halfway into me. Saw the way she looked at me tonight?"
He thrust harder. Ishaan whimpered.
"If Trisha walked in right now and saw you like this, drooling, stuffed, pathetic, she'd drop to her knees for me too. Because girls want a man. Not some needy little fuckdoll like you."
Ishaan's moan turned into a choked sob. His cock slapped the counter, leaving trails of precum with every thrust.
"What would the guys say, haan? If they knew what their buddy was doing right now? That the same ass they joke about is stretched open on three of my fingers?"
Ishaan whimpered, voice cracking. "They don't know... they won't..."
"You'd let them, wouldn't you?"
Ishaan's spine stiffened. "No."
"You'd let Harsh bend you over?"
"No."
"Anshul?"
"No. Only you."
Vikram grabbed his chin, turned his face toward the mirror.
"Then say it. Look at yourself and say it."
Ishaan's voice was barely a whisper. "Only you."
Vikram's eyes darkened.
"You'd take them if I told you to, though. Wouldn't you?"
A pause. A shudder.
"Yes. I'd take them if you told me to."
"Exactly," Vikram hissed. "You're mine to give."
He slammed his fingers deeper, faster, curling them relentlessly against Ishaan's prostate. The sound of it was obscene, wet, sloppy, sharp. His hole was leaking. Vikram didn't need lube, Ishaan's body had made its own.
"You don't need cock. You just need to be filled."
Ishaan was shaking. Thighs trembling, hands barely holding onto the sink.
"You've been aching for this since I licked your hole while shaving you this morning. You couldn't even focus through breakfast."
Ishaan cried out, high, broken, desperate.
"You gonna cum like a whore?" Vikram growled. "Fucked open with three fingers?"
Ishaan's voice was a whisper. "Please... please... daddy..."
He just drove his fingers deeper, twisting them cruelly until—
Ishaan's back arched. His whole body went tight.
Vikram grabbed the back of his neck again, forced his head up.
"Look."
Ishaan opened his eyes. The mirror showed everything.
His own flushed face. Red cheeks. Eyes glistening. Mouth slack and wet.
"You're not a man right now," Vikram growled. "You're a fucking hole."
The words hit like a slap.
Ishaan's cock twitched violently. His ass clenched around the fingers.
And then he came.
No warning. No stroking.
Just a full-body spasm as his orgasm tore through him.
His cock jerked, untouched, spraying cum across the mirror, the sink, the countertop. White streaks on cold granite. His thighs. The floor.
He cried out, soft, muffled by the crook of his own arm.
But Vikram didn't stop.
Fingers stayed buried. Moving slowly. Pressing into the same spot until the last twitch faded.
He whispered, "You took three fingers like nothing. Might try a whole fist next time."
Ishaan twitched. Moaned again. His whole body sagged against the sink.
Sweat beaded along his spine. His hole fluttered helplessly around the fingers still inside.
He couldn't speak.
Could barely breathe.
And then, Vikram pulled out.
With one final twist of his wrist, he smeared the cum on Ishaan's thighs, down the inner curve, until it mixed with sweat and spit and whatever slick had spilled out of him during the night.
"You done crying?" he asked, voice casual.
Ishaan didn't reply.
He couldn't.
He looked around for a towel.
Didn't find one.
Used Ishaan's kurta instead.
Wiped his fingers clean on the soft cream fabric without hesitation.
"Sluts like you don't need clean clothes," he muttered.
He didn't raise his voice. Didn't smirk. Just said it flat, like it was fact. "You came untouched. From fingers. On my time."
A beat later, "you'll remember that tomorrow. While you're smiling for group photos, leaking under your fucking churidar."
Ishaan didn't speak. Just stayed bent.
Vikram reached down, picked up the plug from where it sat on the side of the sink.
"Clean the mirror. Plug back in. Smile like nothing happened."
With that, he tucked the plug into Ishaan's palm, opened the door, and walked out.
Still dressed. Still dry.
Ishaan stood there. Shaking. Pants around his thighs. Cum dripping down both legs.
He looked at the mirror again.
He looked ruined.
Not just from what had been done to him, but from what he'd asked for.
He reached for paper towels. Wiped the mirror. The counter. The sink. His own thighs.
Each movement felt mechanical. Detached.
When he bent over, slowly, carefully, and pushed the plug back in, it slid in with almost no resistance.
His hole welcomed it.
Like it missed it.
He redid his pants. Washed his face.
Avoided the mirror.
And stepped out into the night, smiling.
________________________________________
The resort lawn hadn't changed.
Same string lights overhead, glowing amber across tipsy heads. Same low murmur of music drifting from the banquet speakers. Same open bar, now with fewer mixers and more whisky on the rocks. The groom's friends were deeper into their jokes. The bridesmaids had melted in, laughing over inside stories they weren't part of but enjoyed anyway.
Ishaan stepped back into it all as if nothing had happened.
No one looked up.
No one asked.
Ten minutes. A blink in the timeline of a wedding night.
He walked slowly, each step echoing more than it should. The plug sat snug again inside him, still warm, slick with spit and filth. His pants were too tight. The inner seams clung to his thighs where the skin still shimmered faintly, not entirely cleaned.
His hole was twitching. Sore. Claimed.
His cock—soft but swollen—rested heavy against his thigh, sticking slightly with what hadn't been wiped clean.
He moved through the space like a ghost who had been fucked back into flesh.
On the far end of the circle, Vikram was lounging. One arm resting over the back of his chair. A glass in his other hand. Smiling lazily at something Aditi had said. She leaned into him, bright, confident, a little drunk. Her laugh was full-bodied, and her nails were cherry red.
His smile didn't break. Not even when his eyes flicked, just once, to Ishaan.
A flicker. A leash pulled taut.
That was all.
Ishaan took his place next to Trisha again. She didn't notice anything. Just leaned against his shoulder, warmth spilling off her like sunlight off glass.
"You took long," she murmured, voice lilting with liquor.
He gave her a soft smile. "Washroom queue."
"Ugh." She rolled her eyes. "This place needs more bathrooms."
He nodded. Said nothing.
Because ten minutes ago, the mirror had shown him what he was.
Now, no one could see it, but he still felt it in every step.
And now, she was resting her head on the same shoulder that had been shoved against tile.
On the other side of the circle, Vikram laughed again, deep and low, eyes twinkling at Aditi. She nudged him with her foot, teasing something Ishaan couldn't hear.
But he knew the sound of Vikram's voice when it was composed. When it was calibrated.
That wasn't flirtation.
That was control.
Ishaan shifted slightly.
The plug moved deeper inside him. His breath hitched. Trisha didn't notice.
Someone lit a cigarette. Passed it around. Anshul made a dirty joke about the sangeet choreographer that had everyone groaning.
Aditi leaned in to whisper something else to Vikram.
He smirked. Took another sip.
Didn't look at Ishaan again.
But Ishaan didn't need him to.
He could feel it: the heat of ownership. The echo of fingers inside him. The slick filth between his thighs.
And beneath the cotton of his pants? A black silicone plug, nestled deep.
He smiled softly into his glass.
No one knew. But one of them owned the night.
Eventually, the circle thinned. Someone stood, someone else yawned, and the group drifted toward the suites. Ishaan followed Vikram through the garden's back path, each step pressing the plug deeper. The night air turned cooler as they slipped into the hallway.
________________________________________
The hallway spun slightly as they walked. The hotel's decorative sconces cast soft golden rings on the carpet, and everyone's footsteps had the lazy drag of too much whisky and not enough food. Someone was still giggling. Tanmay dropped his key. Vanya made a joke that no one really heard, but they all laughed anyway.
Ishaan blinked slowly, his vision just a half-second behind his footsteps. His body felt warm, loose, buzzed all the way down to the marrow.
His mouth was dry. His skin too hot beneath the sherwani. The whisky hadn't worn off; it had just burrowed deeper.
The plug pulsed inside him with each step.
When they reached their door, Vikram unlocked it. Let Ishaan walk in first.
The lights stayed off.
Behind him, the door clicked shut.
Ishaan moved to his side of the room and undressed without thinking. His hands fumbled slightly with the buttons. Fingers not clumsy, just distant. He was still riding the slow hum of liquor, every movement dipped in cotton. Jacket off. Kurta peeled over his head. Churidars shimmied down his legs. Underwear stripped, folded, forgotten. His cock, soft, faintly damp, hung heavy, barely interested. His thighs were streaked with dried spit and sweat and the faintest trace of earlier release. He didn't bother to hide it.
The plug was still in.
He didn't take it out.
Across the room, Vikram stepped onto the balcony, the glass door sliding open with a soft hiss.
A moment later, he called out, voice low, casual: "Get out here."
Ishaan obeyed.
Naked. Barefoot. Plug still buried inside.
The Mussoorie night was colder than before. The mountain air bit softly against his skin, making his nipples tighten, his breath hitch. But he stepped out, joining Vikram, who stood shirtless, just a pair of loose cotton pants slung low on his hips, a cigarette between two fingers.
He didn't speak. Just passed Ishaan the lighter.
They smoked in silence. The smoke hit stronger than it should have. Vikram's head already floated from the last three drinks. The nicotine blurred what the whisky hadn't.
Side by side. The breeze ghosted across Ishaan's chest. His feet were cold. The railing pressed against his thigh.
The plug shifted.
Vikram flicked ash over the edge. His gaze was somewhere far, into the dark trees, the winding road lit only by the occasional passing headlight. But his presence was all over Ishaan. Quiet and steady. Unshakeable.
Eventually, Ishaan spoke, barely audible. "I'm sore."
Vikram glanced at him sideways, eyes unreadable in the dark.
"You're mine," he said. Low. Final.
"Any time I want. Any way I choose. Bent over a sink, stuffed full at a wedding, or silent under the covers. Doesn't matter."
He exhaled, slow and even. "You take it because I give it. Because you know it's better when it's me."
Then, without waiting for a reply, he reached out and placed a hand flat on Ishaan's lower back.
A single, steady touch.
Not a command. Not a tease.
Just presence.
They stood that way until the cigarette burned low. Until the cold started sinking deeper.
Back inside, they moved without words.
Ishaan went to the bathroom first.
He removed the plug, slowly, gently, and let it fall into the sink. His hole fluttered. Gaped faintly. He cleaned himself with slow, methodical movements. Warm water. A careful towel. No urgency. Just the wreckage of what had been done and the duty of restoring the body to stillness.
Vikram came in after. They didn't speak.
They passed each other in the doorway: one man raw, the other composed.
Vikram undressed slowly, methodically. His body still carried the edge of arousal, but it had faded now into something else. Ownership. Warmth. Satisfaction.
Ishaan collapsed onto Vikram's bed.
Didn't even reach for his own.
He curled up instinctively, exhausted, spine aching, hips loose. His thighs trembled faintly from the day's pounding. His back bore faint bruises. His ass, red and stretched, ached with every breath. He pulled the blanket over him with a kind of gratitude that bordered on surrender.
Vikram slipped into the bed a minute later.
Naked.
Warm.
He wrapped an arm around Ishaan's middle. Pulled him back until his chest met Ishaan's spine, his legs folded into the curve of Ishaan's thighs. Spooned him fully. Possessively.
His cock rested, semi-hard, in the groove of Ishaan's ass.
Not demanding.
Just... there.
Breathing met breathing.
Skin against skin.
No words.
Just the slow, rhythmic thump of Vikram's heart against Ishaan's back, the rise and fall of two exhausted chests, the subtle spread of heat from bodies that no longer needed to perform.
They smelled like sweat and whisky and fogged-up glass. The bed tilted gently beneath them, or maybe that was just the alcohol still turning in their blood.
Ishaan didn't know when he drifted off.
But he knew the last thing he felt was Vikram's cock resting in the same place it had ruined. It was the soft weight of the man who had claimed him. And it was the hum in his own chest that finally, wordlessly, understood:
He was owned.
And he was safe.
Just before Ishaan's eyes closed, Vikram leaned in behind him, his voice low, calm, right against his ear.
"You didn't touch yourself once," he murmured. "Plugged all day, dripping... and still you waited for me to make you cum."
He paused, breathing steady.
"That's what a good slut does."
A single kiss against the back of Ishaan's shoulder. Not tender, just confirmation.
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The room was dim, veiled in the faint gray light that comes just before dawn. Curtains still drawn, cold mountain air humming faintly against the windows. The only sound inside was slow breathing and the occasional shift of weight on the mattress.
Ishaan stirred.
His eyes blinked open to shadow and silence. His head throbbed faintly, not a sharp pain, but the dull, sticky echo of too many drinks. Whisky. Rum. Coke poured by a distracted bartender and handed off between sweaty palms and cigarette smoke.
His body was warm, far too warm, pressed into the familiar bulk of another chest behind him. He didn't need to look to know whose breath kissed the nape of his neck. Vikram's arm lay heavy over his waist, one broad hand loose against his stomach, anchoring him. And lower?
God.
Vikram's cock lined up his ass crack, half-hard now, nestled like it belonged there. Ishaan's thighs clenched instinctively. He realized he'd been grinding in his sleep, slow, rhythmic, a subconscious rutting he hadn't even registered.
His hole ached.
No plug.
Not since last night, when Ishaan had pulled it out.
Ishaan's hole had not been fucked since he'd collapsed after being finger-fucked to climax in the resort bathroom, standing there trembling and plugged and desperate.
Now, plugged no longer.
Just... empty.
And every nerve in him knew it.
He shifted slightly, testing how much pressure he could take without waking Vikram. The movement dragged that thick, warm cock across his crack. His breath hitched. Vikram didn't move.
Ishaan exhaled quietly. Swallowed.
They'd never talked rules explicitly. But the rhythm of the last few days had made things clear: Vikram owned the timing. The use. The reward.
Still.
Vikram had said it, "You're mine. Any time. Any way."
Ishaan clung to that line like permission. Maybe it was. Or maybe it was just the excuse he needed to get what he wanted right now.
His body was humming. Used and sore but needy all over again. That hunger hadn't left him since the hike. Since the tree. Since the fuck that had split his pride in two.
He needed it again.
Now.
Moving slowly, breathlessly, Ishaan reached back, felt for Vikram's cock, already thickening. Just a brush of his fingers and it twitched. Still asleep, but alive.
He gathered saliva in his mouth. Spit into his palm. Twice.
His hand slid between his cheeks, rubbing slickness along his hole, working it in. He gasped softly, still tender. Still stretched. But not enough.
Never enough.
He pushed back, guiding Vikram's cock into place, then adjusted his knees, widening just slightly. A better angle. Deeper breath.
Now.
He eased down.
The blunt head met resistance, slick but tight. His whole body clenched.
And then, with another push, it slipped inside.
Ishaan bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet. The stretch burned. Familiar, but fierce.
He didn't stop.
He rode it. Slow. Controlled.
One inch, then two. Then retreating. Then back again.
Vikram's cock slid inside like it belonged, slick with spit, heavy, hot. His breath hitched again.
Ishaan bit his lip hard.
"Fuck..."
He wasn't even trying to cum. Not yet.
This was about being filled. Owned. Lit from the inside out.
Ten minutes passed in a haze of friction and surrender. The room stayed silent except for the wet drag of cock inside hole, the faint sound of Ishaan's shallow breaths, and the rustle of the sheets shifting with every thrust.
Each time he sank down, he took more. Deeper. Greedier.
He fucked himself like it was a prayer. Like repentance. Like rebellion.
Because he knew he wasn't supposed to.
And he wanted to be punished.
That was the worst part.
He wanted Vikram to wake up and find him like this, needy, filthy, disobedient.
A gasp escaped him as he bottomed out fully for the first time, his thighs trembling.
That was when he felt it.
Vikram's hand tightening around his waist. Not gently.
His breath changed.
Then:
"Fucking serious, Ishaan?"
Ishaan froze. His chest heaved. Vikram's voice was low, rough with sleep, but not soft.
Not pleased.
"Couldn't wait till morning?"
Vikram's breath was hot, tinged with whisky. Not sloppy, just darker. The kind of drunk that didn't fumble. Just lowered inhibitions until the truth poured out like spit.
"You really thought I'd sleep through you fucking yourself on me?" he muttered, slurring just barely. "You think my cock doesn't notice when you start begging with your hole instead of your mouth?"
Ishaan tried to breathe. To speak.
Didn't manage either.
Vikram spoke crueler, "you are riding my cock without permission."
A beat. His voice dropped lower. "What is it now, your personal dildo? Something you just stuff in when you get needy?"
Vikram's other hand slid up Ishaan's back, gripping the nape of his neck, and shoved him forward into the mattress.
"You fucking yourself like a needy little slut?"
The mattress dipped. Weight shifted behind him.
Ishaan's mouth opened, but nothing came out. Because he knew what was coming next.
And he wanted all of it.
Ishaan barely had time to brace before Vikram's hand knotted in his hair and yanked his face sideways into the pillow. The other fist clamped his hips in an iron grip.
The room tilted faintly when Vikram shifted behind him, liquor and lust knotting in the air.
Ishaan's own head spun, not from fear, nor nerves, but from the long pour of rum hours earlier that still hadn't settled. His knees wobbled not from lack of sleep, but from heat and drunken surrender.
"Couldn't wait till morning, huh?" The words were a growl, hot against Ishaan's ear. "Fucking your own ass like a whore."
Ishaan tried to answer, tried to say yes, yes, I needed it, but the sound dissolved into a gasp as Vikram slammed forward, burying the last thick inch that Ishaan hadn't dared to take on his own. No lube beyond spit, no gentle give. Just a single, ruthless push that seated Vikram to the hilt.
Air left Ishaan's lungs in one broken exhale.
The burn slid into a throb, then into something hotter, darker, pleasure edged with pain. His fingers clawed at the sheet. It felt like being broken and rebuilt in one thrust. Like finally being caught doing what he most wanted to be punished for.
Vikram's hips slammed forward with drunken confidence, like a man too full of liquor to care how loud the bed got or how rough the rhythm turned.
Vikram didn't pause; he pistoned straight back, drove in again, the mattress groaning beneath the sudden violence.
"You knew I'd punish you," he hissed, setting a pace that felt like a hammer. "That why you did it?"
Ishaan could only nod, cheek mashed to cotton, drool slicking the corner of his lips. Every thrust punched a grunt from his chest. His cock, trapped between stomach and sheet, wept a fresh bead with each slam.
"Answer," Vikram barked, palm coming down, smack, across Ishaan's right butt-cheek, still red from the night before.
"Yes!" Ishaan gasped. "Wanted it, wanted you to..."
Another slap. Then a thrust so deep Ishaan nearly screamed, the blunt force of it detonated pleasure behind his navel, bursting white behind his eyes.
"You're getting punished," Vikram growled, voice all gravel and breath. He shifted his weight, yanked Ishaan up onto his knees, dragging his hips high, thighs wide. Every slam forward struck that spot inside with relentless, bruising precision.
Ishaan's orgasm hit like a landmine.
No hands, no mercy, just Vikram's cock pounding the ruin into him. His whole body locked; his hole clamped tight. His cock twitched once, twice, then released, a thick spurt painting the sheets below. His cry was sharp, muffled into the mattress, hair clinging to his face, knuckles white against the bed.
Vikram didn't stop. His thrusts stayed steady. Brutal.
"One," he muttered, low and final. "You're not done."
Ishaan whimpered, breath catching. His cock was already softening, slick and limp from the force of the first orgasm. But he didn't have time to catch his breath.
Vikram's arm snaked forward, and for the first time in seven years, he touched Ishaan's cock.
But not with a fist. Not even a full hand.
Just his thumb and forefinger.
A slow, clinical stroke, measuring, unimpressed.
Ishaan moaned in shock. His hips bucked.
Two fingers. Not to pleasure. To humiliate.
"You wanted to cum so badly," Vikram murmured, breath hot against his shoulder. "You fucked yourself on my cock. Now you'll cum again."
He didn't ask.
He commanded it with each deep thrust, each flick of his fingers over Ishaan's half-hard, oversensitive cock. The touch wasn't even meant to arouse. It was possession, degradation, a reminder of how little Ishaan needed to be made to break again.
His cock twitched in Vikram's grasp. Pathetic. Soft.
The strokes stayed slow. Two fingers, dragging over the slippery shaft like it didn't deserve more.
"This all you've got left?" Vikram's voice was soft, cutting. "This used to be a cock. Now it just leaks when I tell it to."
Ishaan sobbed, body shaking, thighs trembling, the stimulation too much, too sharp, too raw. His hole burned, stretched wide, stuffed full. His cock wasn't ready, but it didn't matter.
The second orgasm spilled from him like shame.
It didn't burst; it leaked.
Thin pulses ran down Vikram's hand, wetting his fingers in broken spurts. Ishaan collapsed forward again, arms giving out, body sagging under the weight of it all. His lips parted in a breathless moan, too wrecked to speak.
Ishaan sagged forward, but Vikram wasn't done.
With his clean hand, he fisted Ishaan's hair and yanked him upright, dragging him into a cruel arch, chest lifted, spine bent like a bow, throat bare.
Ishaan gasped, neck exposed, cock limp and leaking between trembling thighs. His small balls clung close, drawn up and spent. His hole was stretched wide, swallowing every inch of the cock that owned it.
Vikram's body loomed behind him, solid, sweat-slick, terrifying in its composure. His cock stayed hard, thick, veined, grinding mercilessly into the oversensitive heat inside.
His big balls swung forward with every thrust, slapping loudly against Ishaan's smaller ones, the rhythm obscene.
Their bodies locked: one man used, emptied, wrecked. The other, unrelenting.
Vikram's eyes met Ishaan's in the mirror. The reflection was brutal.
Ishaan looked ruined. Flushed. Sweat-slick. Lips parted. But in his eyes? Shame and satisfaction, twin flames flickering beneath the wreckage.
Vikram's gaze held no pity. Just hunger. He was fucking like an animal, deliberate, steady strokes, deep and slow, his abs tightening with every push.
Behind him, Vikram's rhythm changed.
Deeper. Harder. He was close.
Ishaan could feel it, every throb of the cock stretching him, every pulse tightening.
Then it hit.
Vikram slammed in, held tight, and came, a full-body quake, nostrils flaring, teeth clenched. Thick pulses spilled into Ishaan's guts, deep and endless.
But even as he groaned, his hips didn't stop.
He kept fucking through it. Small strokes. Pressed deep. Refusing to let Ishaan go.
Pulse after pulse. Slow. Relentless.
As the last wave pulsed through him, Vikram raised his cum-slicked hand, the one that had stroked Ishaan's cock just minutes ago, and brought it to Ishaan's lips.
Without breaking rhythm, he fed the fingers in.
Then Vikram leaned in, breath brushing Ishaan's ear. "Lick."
Ishaan opened obediently. The taste of his own cum and sweat and filth coated his tongue. He moaned faintly, tongue working between the digits, licking them clean.
Vikram's other hand kept him upright by the hair, forcing him to suck while the cock inside him continued those slow, devastating thrusts.
Only then did Vikram exhale and shift slightly, but he didn't pull out.
His cock stayed buried, still hard.
He could've gone again.
Ishaan knew it. Felt it.
But instead, Vikram let him collapse forward into the mattress, his own body following slowly down, cock still locked inside, not softening.
Ishaan could feel it—the weight, the stretch, the proof of difference between them. He was empty, soft, drained, twitching.
Vikram?
Still thick. Still hard. Still inside.
Nothing needed to be said.
The message was clear: one of them had come twice and crumpled.
The other hadn't even softened.
Then Vikram turned to his side, dragging Ishaan back with him, their bodies still joined. His hard cock stayed sheathed, sealing the leak of cum inside the other man's spent, twitching heat.
A final murmured threat drifted across Ishaan's ear: "I will punish you properly in the morning. Remember that."
Ishaan managed a tiny nod, eyelids fluttering. The sheets were damp beneath him, the room still gray with pre-dawn light. Vikram's breath steadied first, long, even, possessive gulps of air that warmed the back of Ishaan's neck.
Ishaan exhaled, boneless. His hole throbbed around the slowly shrinking thickness plugging him, every faint shift an echo of belonging. The smell in the room, sex, sweat, spit, felt like a blanket heavier than the duvet.
He drifted.
And just before he slid under, it registered: Vikram's arm cinched tight at his waist, cock still lodged in his body, pulse syncing to his own.
Owned even in sleep.
The sun had not yet cleared the ridge outside, but the final day of the wedding hadn't even begun, and Ishaan had already been claimed. Filled. Marked. Made his.
Both men slept again, fused together, the room holding its secret in the hush before morning noise would break it.
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💬
Let's talk.
The face-fucking. The mirror. The plug. The sangeet. Ishaan's been used, shaved, denied.
But tonight, he took.
Ishaan came without permission. Straddled Vikram. Used his cock. Ground himself to orgasm.
And Vikram didn't stop him. He just whispered: "I'll punish you properly in the morning."
So what should that punishment be?
Tell me what you think Vikram should do. Because the wedding isn't even over yet. And Ishaan's already acting like a cock-hungry slut.
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"dominant",
"gay male",
"submissive",
"anal",
"public",
"fingering",
"shaving",
"degradation",
"feminization",
"humiliation"
] |
The Late Fee [F4TF]
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-late-fee-f4tf
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Audio
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Storyline: You fell in love with a book you recently took out of the library. You didn't think anyone would notice you simply didn't return it. Now it's been a few years and you try to give it back only to find out the late fee can't be paid in cash at this point. It seems the librarian has a lesson to teach you about returning things that aren't yours...
Included: in public, library, oral (receiving), blowjob, late fee, funishment, librarian x citizen, no genitals mentioned, self bondage, teaching you a lesson, listener orgasm, swallowing, eye contact, and little after scene
~ Inclusivity Stuff ~
Pet Names: darling, babygirl, and princess (once)
Body Parts Mentioned: skin, hips, eyes, and wrists
Pronouns Used: You/Your
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"swallowing",
"f4tf",
"improv",
"library",
"librarian",
"head",
"oral",
"blowjob",
"listener orgasm",
"fdom"
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Slut Son Ch. 19 - Deposed Daughter
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https://www.literotica.com/s/slut-son-ch-19-deposed-daughter
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Erotic Couplings
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Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, huge cock, exaggerated volumes of male ejaculate, masturbation, masturbation by cousin, cousin on cousin, implied mother and son, female dominance, nudity on camera, being filmed, blackmail, employer/boss with employee/subordinate, shower sex, muscular male on thin female, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please do not re-post this work without permission from the author. Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough...please, enjoy yourself!
******
♫
Previously on Slut Son
♫
Falling for Huana's con, Simon was ensnared by his cousin and forced into a recorded video for her adult content subscription page. Naively, Simon thought it was going to be another foray into incestual exploration, but when he was denied access to his sinfully attractive cousin, he quickly realized his captor had meant to abuse him for her monetary gains. The full gravity of his peril came crashing down when Huana had left Simon restrained in her condo, and sent a parade of women to her quarters for the purpose of satisfying themselves, and defiling his body. Emboldened with her victory over her cousin, and with a newfound taste for torment, Huana was quick to begin stalking her "innocent" Aunt Candice. What terrible plan does Huana have for her unsuspecting aunt? And will Candice be able to recover?
Chapter 19 - The Deposed Daughter
"That's really all there is to it?"
Simon Memphis, the only son of Candice Memphis, who was blessed with an impressive physical endowment but cursed with low confidence, sat in his car in the parking lot after his most recent laser hair removal treatment. Facing blackmail from his own cousin, Simon reached out to one of his best friends in hopes of finding a way to free himself, and his mother, from their pending enslavement. His college friend had directed him to one of his own contacts that could leverage the situation in Simon's favor, via a data breach. Upon hearing the instructions to gain access to his blackmailer's data, he reacted almost incredulously to his given instructions.
"Yup, that's really all there is to it." A trusted friend of George "Gee" Williams--Simon's best friend from college--repeated Simon's statement slower, and somewhat annoyed. As if he was put off by his client's disbelief.
Roy Brewer, an exceptional developer in Security Architecture, sat at his desk already busy with another project. He was a rather stressed and scruffy looking young man, around Simon's age, with dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a thin health-neglected frame. He faced his own unique challenges in his love-life, and as a means of escape, he worked nearly non-stop.
"Don't get me wrong, that's great. I was just expecting," Simon paused over the phone, "well I don't know what I was expecting."
"The hardest part is going to be getting her to text the number I gave you." Roy replied with a monotone voice.
"Yeah, I'm not sure exactly how to do that. Any ideas?"
"
Sigh.
" Roy huffed. "Steal it maybe? Tell her you got a new phone and ask her to text you? I dunno man. You'll have to get creative."
"Right. Well, I'll think of something." Simon assured his new friend.
"
Hmm,
" Roy replied in skepticism. "Well, in the meantime, good luck."
***
Huana Ball's condo--located on the fourteenth floor of a high-rise complex--was completely dark, except for the bright screen of her phone that she held in her left hand. From her view on the fainting couch, she could see the nightlife of the coast in full force. The promenade was illuminated by the lights of restaurants, bars, and establishments. Far to the right, the boardwalk hosted an array of arcade and carnival games, mom-and-pop shops, and several amusement rides that decorated the ocean waters with bright dancing lights.
Despite the beautiful view, Huana could hardly be bothered with the majesty that her lifestyle provided. Her attention was focused on another matter at hand.
The content displayed on her phone was not for her benefit, but for the naked sex-slave lying next to her who was busy vigorously fisting his glistening swollen meat.
Like her subservient co-star, Huana proudly displayed her erotic body in all its Colombian glory. She was lying on her side and was grinding her horny mound hard against stud in the throws of his own pleasure. Her large caramel, unnaturally perky, breasts spilled over his side and warmed the left side of his chest and ribcage.
Propped up on her right elbow, she held her phone steady and displayed a lewd recording for her sweaty masturbator. It displayed a recent session she had with her hung servant. The video was shot from the man's perspective, and filling most of the screen was his immeasurably large manhood which he gripped at the base and held it steady sticking straight up. On the other side of his thoroughly pussy-lubed cock, only Huana's flexing legs and hips could be seen as she slid her slippery wet pussy up and down the spongy cum-chute of his shaft.
Simon, who was lying comfortably on his back on the fainting couch, savored the feeling of his cousin's intoxicatingly erotic body pressed tightly against him. The heat from her body, combined with his own spiking lust and increasingly aggressive stroking, caused a healthy, glistening sheen of salty sweat to coat his body.
"
Sssss
," Simon could hear himself hiss through clenched teeth over the recording.
"You like that, don't you? My pussy feels sooooo good on your big cock." Huana's lusting voice could be heard over her phone.
"Ohmygod...ohmygod," Simon chanted. "Your pussy is too good. Fuck it's wet! So fucking hot!
Nnnnnnng!
It's melting my cock. I wish I could feel your pussy every fucking day!"
"You're addicted to it, aren't you?" Huana's sultry voice purred.
"💙Yes! Yes! Fucking yes! I need your cunt! Anything for a taste!💙" Simon moaned and begged.
"
Mmmmm,
that's what I like to hear, slave." Huana purred as her dripping pussy painted the cock in her cream.
In the dimly lit condo, Simon greased his schlong to the fond memory of his cousin's slippery sex sliding effortlessly up and down his cunt-craving-cock.
"
Uuuunngh...uuunnnnngh!
" Simon grunted into the darkness.
"You horny fuck!" Huana chastised her pumping cousin. "Jerking off to yourself? What the fuck is that? Like, self-cest?" She laughed.
"I was just...
aah aah
...remembering how good it felt." Simon moaned. "That pussy of yours...
haah haah
...so fucking good."
Slik. Slik. Slik.
Simon's right hand, sliding and twisting in an artful fashion all along his pre-cum-lubed pole, nearly defeated the blaring lewd audio from Huana's phone.
"You liked it that much? Huh?" Huana spoke into Simon's left ear in her deepest, most alluring, tone. "You've never had a cunt like mine even close to touching that hillbilly dick, have you?"
"
Sssss!
Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Simon hissed.
"
Mmmmm
, it's okay to get hooked." Huana continued. "I'm not sorry for turning you into a pussy-addict. It was bound to happen. Mine's so perfectly soft.
Mmmmmmmm...
always wet..."
At that remark, Simon tensed his entire body and gripped his aching cock harder. As his strokes reached the bulbous head, he massaged the flaring glans with his thumb and index finger.
"Oooh! Really getting into it." Huana responded excitedly. "You wanna blow, don't you?"
"
Guh! Guh! Guh!
" Simon could only respond in animalistic grunts as he focused on his own pleasure.
"It's okay. I wanna see it. Do it! Fucking pump that cock!" Huana ordered.
Slok! Slok! Slok! Slok!
"
Rrrrrrrrgh!
" Simon's pace quickened and his natural syrupy substance pooled and spilled over his clenched white knuckles.
"Cum! Fucking cum you horse-dicked fucker!" Huana shouted.
"💙
ARRRGH!
FUCK!💙"
"HANDS OFF THAT COCK!" Huana shouted and shocked the orgasming stud. "CUM WITHOUT TOUCHING IT!"
"FUUUUUUCK!"
💦
SPUUUUUUUUUUURT!
💦
Without support, Simon's ogre-shaped cock bobbed freely in the air and shot a single, pinky-thick, pearly-white ribbon of cum straight. It arched slightly at its peak, and then came crashing back down onto Simon's stomach with a comically loud
SPLAT!
The heavy impact caused smaller ricocheted shots to splash Simon's chest, his face, and Huana's laughing expression as well.
SPUUURT! SPUUURT! SPUUURT!
"
NNNNNNNGH!
" Simon growled and howled as his cannon continued to fire. He fought hard against his natural instinct to grab his meat and draw out even more pleasurable anguish.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!
Healthy, gooey man-cum continued to rain down on the young couple. Some shots spattered Huana only, and clung to her teased black hair or coated her caramel tits. Most shots, however, defiled Simon and lathered him in fragrant spunk.
UUH! UUHH!
Simon bucked and thrusted upwards into nothing. He was unable to control himself and feared he would knock his mistress clear off the fainting couch.
SPUUUUUUuurrrt...
By the end of Simon's volcanic eruptions, creamy white lava simply bubbled out of his twitching head and oozed down his greasy shaft. It drenched his lower abdomen and went on to completely cover his balls. It was too much for the couch cushion to handle, so Simon was forced to sit in a puddle of his own cum.
"
Haaah...haaah...
" Simon was panting heavily until, "
aaaaaah
," he sighed and relaxed against the back cushion. His mistress' phone illuminated his exhausted body. Where cum had not coated him, sweat made him shine and glisten in the artificial light.
"Pathetic," Huana said to herself.
Huana took a while to bask in the coerced control of her cousin. Normally, she would have preferred to get off herself, but there was something about watching Simon cum that entertained her greatly. It could have been his one thousandth orgasm, it still him like it was his first.
Then, with sultry eyes, Huana looked up at the camera perched over Simon's left shoulder; which was recording yet another session of Simon's humiliating sexual degradation. "Such a fucking loser," she stated in a condescending, demeaning tone.
***
Another evening, Candice and her son snuck into their own house for fear of awaking her sisters. It was still pitch-black out, but only a couple of hours before dawn when they finally made it safely to Candice's bedroom.
"Fucking hell," Simon quietly groaned as he peeled off soaking wet shirt away from his reeking body and pulled it over his head. Still clinging to his pussy-power-washed figure, was a revealing pair of boxers and his running shoes; both articles soaked.
"Normally
aaaah
" Candice--with matted hair, smudged makeup, and still reeking of sweat and cum--spoke as she stretched and nearly tore the tight tank-top strangling her heavy breasts. Her once innocent and matronly figure was stained and caked in an immeasurable amount of cum. "I wouldn't have minded that experience." She then bent at her waist to roll her tiny panties down her legs. "
Nnnnng
, but that was work milking you over and over again.
Sigh!
I think I used every trick I knew. Even came up with some new ones on the fly." With a flick of her wrist, she tossed her filthy clothes into her master bathroom. "Oh sweety, I hope I didn't end up hurting you. You look a little sore."
"
Nnnnnng
," Simon groaned as he arched his back and rolled his shoulders. "I don't think there's any fluid left in my body." He said before tossing his own soiled garments onto the bathroom floor as well. "Although," he paused and approached his dainty mother, "if anyone was going to do
that
to me, I'm glad it was you." He then wrapped his strong arms around his mother's delicate figure and pulled their sticky, filth-ridden bodies tightly together. "Only you could make anything feel that good."
Simon returned his mother's beaming smile with a comforting one of his own.
"Who knows how many more sessions like that there could be?" Simon said after finally releasing his mother from his embrace.
"It'll be okay. We'll get through this. Together." Candice replied in her warm soothing tone.
Simon was deep in thought, and didn't even register Candice's response. "It won't be long before she's done editing and posts the video." He said as he paced in his mother's bedroom. "I'll have to figure this out. Quickly!"
Simon was pulled out of his frantic strategy session when he felt two soft hands grab his own.
"Please. Don't do anything reckless. For me Simon." Candice asked innocently.
Simon simply nodded and smiled at his caring mother.
"Let's just try to forget about your cousin right now." Candice then smirked at her fluid-deficit son and had begun to lead him to her bathroom. "Come, I'll wash you."
Simon quickly pulled his mother back to him and tightly intertwined his lips with hers, licking and sucking her clean.
"Will you...stay with me tonight?" Candice asked with bright eyes. "Just hold me while I sleep."
"Of course. I would never deny you." Simon answered.
Once the sullied couple was clean, they drifted off to sleep but were both plagued with very uncomfortable dreams.
***
Simon had called out for the second day in a row, but kept himself busy at home with various chores while his mother and her two sisters took the early afternoon to go shopping. He had just finished scrubbing his mattress yet again--with a solution mostly consisting of baking soda and peroxide--and smiled to himself that his lovers were always spraying down his bed. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered to treat it--as the scent of pussy drove him wild beyond reason--but each woman in his life preferred his belongings, especially his cock, to smell of them.
Simon then moved outside and had begun working on building a canopy on a section of his mother's hardscape in her backyard. The canopy, which included retractable walls, was to provide privacy for the hot tub that Brigit had paid to install for her youngest sister, and it was due any moment. Shortly after installing the posts, his phone alerted him of an incoming message. He was excited to check his phone, believing it was some sort of update or request from his mother, but the color practically drained from his face when he saw its contents.
Huana: Busy?
'Fuck!'
Simon screamed in his head.
Barely a second later, his cousin sent him another text.
Huana: Don't care. U better be @ ur house by the time I get there.
Simon was in the midst of sending a response, explaining that he was in fact quite busy, when another text quickly came in.
Huana: Need to post a short. You'll do.
Simon again drafted a response, but his cousin had beat him to it.
Huana: Your tongue better be thirsty.
Simon stared at the messages on his phone, agitated and annoyed at his cousin. '
This fucking bitch!
' The more he thought about his cousin's demand, the more he seethed with rage and his blood began to boil. He ran scenario after scenario of all the violent and aggressive ways he'd like to react to Huana once she showed up, but ultimately, it just wasn't in him to follow through. No matter how badly he wanted to, he could not cause physical harm to his own cousin.
Simon quickly returned inside and found himself pacing constantly around the first floor of his mother's house. Each minute felt like ten, and every ten felt like an hour. He couldn't decide if he was more anxious, or afraid of his cousin's intentions.
'I might actually be able to enjoy it, if she didn't film every goddamn thing!'
Simon thought in his frustration.
Before long, Simon heard a knocking at his mother's front door in an annoyingly slow rhythm. As if doom itself was knocking at his door.
"Hey there pervert," Huana greeted her cousin. No pleasantries or salutations were ever exchanged with Huana, she was a far too popular online personality for that.
Had they actually had an amicable relationship, Simon would have propositioned his sexy cousin on the spot. Her makeup was flawless, and her deep black hair, albeit tossed, was beautifully glossy and nearly reflected every color in the bright sunlight. A custom-fitting black sports bra held her glorious breasts just beneath her collarbone and tantalized every on-looker with deep plunging cleavage. Small black shorts were pulled tightly into her crotch and the back was riding high over her fuckable ass cheeks.
'Wow! That's gotta be the worst thing about her. She is so fucking hot.'
Simon actually felt his mouth begin to water.
'And she's, covered in sweat? Was she working out? I didn't think Huana worked out.'
"Just came from the gym, in case you were wondering." Huana guessed Simon's thoughts. "Lotta competition out there. I have to get myself in better shape." Simon just nodded as he continued to look his cousin up and down. He was actually about to try and compliment her, when he was cut off. "Some good news for you. Since you're such a pervert, I want you to clean my cunt real quick."
"Umm, okay." Simon finally replied and gestured towards the inside of the house. "Come on in then," with a roll of his eyes.
"Oh no, we're doing it right here." Huana informed her naïve cousin.
"But, the door is wide open." Simon replied with a very confused expression.
"Oh yeah," Huana answered with an evil grin. "If anyone looks out, I want them to see that Simon Memphis, the neighborhood's perfect doting son, is just a dirty little cunt eater."
"Huana, please. It's bad enough you're recording this." Simon pleaded.
"I'll shout to the entire neighborhood that you've been fucking your mother, right now! Unless you get on your knees and start sucking!" Huana was in no mood for games. Especially from someone she felt was insignificant and vile.
"I...I..." Simon stammered. "I don't want my face in the video."
"You're such a pussy. I'll blur your fucking face before it goes up." Huana angrily explained.
Simon reluctantly compiled and knelt before his mistress. He hooked his fingers into her tight booty shorts and had begun to roll the waistband down.
"Just a heads up, I'm super sweaty. But I know that's how you like it, you sick fuck." Huana taunted.
While Simon was busy peeling off the sweat-soaked garment, Huana had whipped out her phone and began recording her intro.
"Hello to all my loyal creamers. I've got a special treat for you today. I'm fresh from the gym and there's nothing my slave likes better than licking sweaty pussy clean. And if you like this, wait until you see what else I get him to do."
When she felt Simon begin to tenderly kiss her smooth puffy labia, she flipped the camera and caught her cousin's lewd public display. However, after only a few seconds, Huana then lowered her phone in front of Simon's face.
"
Ulgh,
I'm tired. Here, you do it." Huana ordered. When Simon removed his right hand from her smooth thigh to take her phone, she barked again. "And keep yourself in frame for fuck's sake."
'I can't believe this. First I have to suck on her salty pussy, now I have to record it too.'
Simon thought in annoyance.
'With...her phone. I have her phone. Unlocked. This might be the only chance I get. Have to be careful though. If she suspects I'm messing around, it's over.'
Struggling to keep Huana's serviced slit in frame, Simon parted her puffy lips and had begun circling her hardening clit with the tip of his tongue. Luck smiled upon Simon, as the oral sensation caused Huana to close her eyes and roll her head back.
'Now!'
With the camera still recording, Simon hit the bottom-center menu button and swiped through the home screens until he found 'Messages'. He opened the messaging app, and as quickly as he could, drafted a new message to the number Roy Brewer had given him.
'Send!'
It was only a few seconds later that a reply came in, but it felt excruciatingly long to Simon as he knelt before his owner and sweated through the entire ordeal.
Simon clicked the link provided in the reply, which caused some strange icon to appear in the middle of the screen. Then, just as quickly, it vanished. Nothing else appeared to have happened on Huana's phone, so Simon resolved to destroy the evidence by deleting the entire text chain.
With the deed done, Simon set all of his focus on the succulent peach before him and locked his mouth tightly around his cousin's engorged clit. As he sucked on the sensitive button, and dug his tongue hard into the vibrating tissue all around its root.
"
Ooooooh
fuck!" Huana cooed. "You know how to eat a cunt. I'll give you that."
Sulk. Sulk. Sulk. Sulk.
"
Sssssss!
Oh shit you fucker. Don't stop!" Huana shrieked.
Simon had begun drawing random shapes all along his cousin's sex. His careful oral servicing had its desired effect, as Simon was treated to a steady stream of pussy syrup flowing into his mouth and spilling over down his chin.
"
Haah! Haah!
Don't stop!
Haah! Haah!
Don't fucking stop!" Huana moaned as she braced her hands against the door frame. After gaining support, she quickly began to rock her hips and grind harder against her subservient boy-toy.
SUK! SUK! SUK!
Sensing his mistress' desire, Simon sucked harder and willfully drank her illicit nectar.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Right there!" Huana gasped and moaned. Her body had taken over and thrust itself against the oral pleasure-hound.
"
Mmmmmmmm! Mmmmmhmmm!
" Simon hummed into the gushing sex-pot to further send her into the heights of pleasurable anguish.
"💕YEEEEAAH! OH GOD! I'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUM! OHFUCKI'MCUMINNNNNNNG!💕"
💦
PIIIIIIIIISSSSH!
💦
A small, yet satisfying, gush of pussy squirt struck Simon's chin. He had pulled back to catch the salacious liquid in his mouth, but his orgasming cousin succeeded in only drenching his chest.
Face red, and chest flushed, Huana quickly grabbed her phone and
Beep!
Ended the recording.
"That'll do pervert." Huana managed while out of breath. "I'm sure you're shit at making videos, but after a quick edit, this should do as a teaser." She said with an evil wink.
After rolling her shorts back up, Huana turned on her heels and walked back to her SUV. "Keep your phone handy," she yelled. "I'm gonna need you again soon!"
Simon remained in the open doorway of his mother's entryway and watched as his blackmailer drove away while cackling and blowing him kisses. He grit his teeth as he felt shame for not standing up to her. For not fighting harder for his mother. In his shame, he regretted that he had to reach out to someone else, a complete stranger, to fight his battle for him; but despite his humiliation, he desperately hoped that Roy's program was doing its nefarious job.
***
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Brigit Hightower called out to her nephew.
Brigit's gifted hot tub had been successfully installed in her baby sister's backyard oasis, and the fresh, filtered water was being circulated through the pumps. With the manual in one hand, and a testing vial in the other, Simon Memphis was slowly adding chemicals to adjust the pH levels.
"Nope," replied Simon as he referenced a chart from the tub's manual. "That's why I have to test it before we get in."
Candice Memphis smiled to herself at the colorful interchange between her only son and her eldest sister.
'Always willing to jump in before you're ready,'
Candice thought as she shook her head at her impatient sister.
But you've always been the "measure twice, cut once" type. Just like your father.'
She smiled brightly at her focused son as he broke a chlorine tablet in half and added it to the dispenser.
Suddenly, the rear glass sliding door was flung open with such force that it made a loud
BANG!
against the side and nearly closed again had Amarosa not caught it.
"I NEED HELP! QUICK!" Amarosa screamed out into the backyard.
From behind Amarosa, alarming noises could be heard such as glass breaking and furniture being slammed against other pieces and against the walls. Worse yet, was a familiar voice screeching and howling from inside the house.
"WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?"
CRASH! BANG!
"MOTHERFUCKING SONUVABITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL THAT ASSHOLE!"
Simon dropped everything and raced into the house, quickly followed by a rampaging Brigit, and finally by Candice.
A furious Huana, colored head-to-toe in a seething red rage, was grabbing whatever she could and throwing it against the walls. Candice's den, kitchen, and breakfast nook looked like a battleground. Smashed vases, plates, and bowls littered the floor. Pictures were angrily torn from the walls and chucked across the room. Chairs and stools were upended and some even sported a splintered leg.
"There you are! You motherfucker!" Huana roared at Simon as he crossed the threshold. With a small potted-plant in her hand, she whipped it at Simon's head; which he blocked with his right arm to keep it from hitting either his mother or his Aunt Brigit.
"HUANA!" Amarosa yelled at her daughter in her most disciplining tone. "STOP! You need to leave! Now!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Huana scowled at her own mother.
"Huana..." Simon began but was shouted over.
"WHERE IS IT? WHERE IS ALL MY SHIT?" Huana bellowed as loudly as she possibly could. "Motherfucker! You better get it back or I swear to god!"
"What the fuck is going on?" Brigit finally asked, looking genuinely shocked and appalled.
"Get it back! All of it!" Huana screamed again.
"Simon, are you okay?" Candice stood behind her son and lightly touched his right arm.
"You put him up to it! Didn't you? Tell him! Tell him to give it all back! RIGHT NOW!"
"What is she talking about?" Candice asked her son weakly.
Through narrow eyes, and a furrowed brow, Simon stood silent and motionless and just stared at his rampaging cousin.
"I'm talking about all my shit!" Huana explained. "All my videos, my pictures, my posts! Everything's fucking gone!"
"Simon," Candice said softly, "did you..."
"You're goddamn right he did!" Huana sharply interrupted her petite aunt. "And he better get it all back or I swear to god I'll blow up your spot right here!"
With everyone's focus on Simon, Brigit moved subtly and quietly, and then stood right in front of Huana. She towered over the mixed Colombian beauty and stared down at her with sharp menacing eyes. "You've done enough. You need to leave." Brigit's voice was cold and intimidating. And for a second, the kitchen appeared to darken and get colder. It was the first thing to make Huana cower back, even if only slightly.
"I see what this is." Huana spoke more calmly. "You're all in this together." Her eyes then darted to all the women in the room. "First, that fat fucking cow sent me pics of her own nephew's cock," she directed at Amarosa. "Then, I recorded little Can fucking her son. So it only makes sense you're fucking him too."
The glaring match between aunt and niece intensified.
"You're all just a bunch of sick fucks!" Huana continued to arrogantly taunt her giant aunt. "Just a happy little house of incest?"
"I thought they were acting weird," Brigit deduced. "Let me guess, you blackmailed them. Made some more hot content? Otherwise you'd expose them."
Simon stood fast like a mooring pole among crashing waves.
"It's true," Candice confessed.
"I told you! How many times? She's evil." Amarosa replied.
"I wasn't really going to expose you! You dumb fuck! You really think no one would have figured out that he's my cousin? I would have been screwed too!"
"Or richer." Brigit thought out loud with a raised eyebrow, as if a simple yet ingenious idea had struck her.
"Then, why even bother?" Amarosa asked.
"Because I need this!" Huana admitted in frustration and shame. "Houses, rentals, cars, trips. It's non-stop to maintain my public-facing lifestyle. I need them to grow my channel, because any minute it can go away just as fast." She had walked around the Amazonian Brigit and stepped closer to Simon and Candice. "And I need my shit back! I can't afford to even lose a single dollar. And without my backlog of content, I don't have the time to start over."
At that moment, Simon realized that he had got exactly what he wanted, but regretted how he got it.
"I am sorry, Huana. For whatever that's worth." Simon apologized calmly. "I wouldn't know the first thing about getting your stuff back."
"So that's it?" Huana replied. "Just a half-assed 'sorry' and I'm supposed to accept that?"
Simon shrugged his shoulders and gave his cousin a genuine look of compassion. "I honestly don't know what to say. If things get bad, you could stay here for a while. Until you get back on your feet."
"And add myself to your harem?" Huana replied with contempt. "Fuck you! You're disgusting." She then backed away a few paces and addressed the assembly. "I'm really not getting my shit back?" Simon could only shake his head. "Fine. I hope I never see any of you again."
Huana then turned her back to her supposed conspirators, and left. Her leaving felt much like a storm, or calamity, that had just passed through. Survivors breathe a sigh of relief, but are left daunted and overwhelmed by the destruction left in the wake.
Everyone stood in silence, and shared glances, until Candice spoke to her son. "Is what Huana said true? Did you really do something that deleted all her stuff?"
"Technically, I didn't
do
anything." Simon answered in an evasive tone. "I had some help from a friend of Gee's. All I did was load something he wrote onto her phone. I actually had no idea what it would do."
"Simon, I asked you not to do anything." Candice said with a disappointing tone.
"How could I not?" Simon fired back. "She had terrible plans for you. I...couldn't just do
nothing
."
The entire situation was too much for Candice to process. In an instant, her face turned red and tears poured from her eyes. Feeling weak, she fell into her son's broad chest and felt a comforting embrace by his strong arms.
"Can," Brigit said as she moved behind her baby sister and rubbed her back. "It's over now. And Huana's gone."
"I wouldn't bet on that." Amarosa interjected. "She said she never wants to see us again, but that doesn't mean she won't try something."
"We'll worry about that later." Brigit said, giving her middle sister a look of annoyance. And after looking around at the state of the house, "and we'll worry about this later too. Can, come. Pack a bag. I'll set us up at The Marina for a few days. It'll be a nice break, we can recharge." Brigit then gave her other sister a side glance. "And yes, because I know you're gonna ask, you're invited too, Ams. Simon, will you help her?"
"Of course," Simon answered. "But I think I'm gonna stay here. Clean this up, and put the house back together."
"Simon, seriously, this can wait." Brigit insisted.
"I got my mother into this. I caused this mess." Simon replied with great regret. "I'll only feel better if I'm the one to clean it up."
"Fine." Brigit answered. "Do what you gotta do. Blow off some steam. But Can, Ams, we're still going. It'll be good for us. I promise. Like the old 'girls trips' we used to take."
A sobbing Candice was led away to her room upstairs to prepare for an impromptu trip. It took a surprisingly short amount of time to pack for The Marina. Simon surmised it was due to the three sisters wanting to get away from the stressful event that had taken place as quickly as possible.
For the rest of the afternoon, and long into the evening, Simon spent most of his time sitting and thinking. He swept a floor or two, took out a bag of trash, but mostly he sat in the quiet house and began to loathe himself. Hunger pains made him get up and venture to the kitchen, but even with so many dinner options he could not bring himself to eat. He couldn't quite figure out what to do with himself. He didn't feel like eating, gaming, or even watching anything. He was, however, sure of one thing.
"I do need to blow off some steam."
***
BANG!
A seven foot steel bar, loaded with nearly a total of four hundred pounds, was suddenly dropped and crashed down onto the rubber flooring. Normally, a clatter of that voluminous magnitude would have every head turning, but in the gym near the resort it was a common, and usually ignored, occurrence.
The lifter stepped back from his stationary weights and signaled his frustration by grunting like a large bovine. He wore a pair of loose gray basketball shorts, and a black tank top soaked in sweat. He had been lifting for a while, but despite his ability to handle an incremental increase in weight, it did not appear to be having the effect he was hoping for.
"Your form is terrible."
A woman's voice commented on the lifter's most recent performance. He didn't look at her, or acknowledge her feedback verbally. He simply stood behind the bar and nodded.
"You're good on the descent, but right before the lift you arch your back." The woman continued. "Take it slower. Think about your form. You should probably take some weight off until you get it right."
"Look, Kelli," the lifter finally replied, "I appreciate it, but this isn't an open forum. I'm not really looking for advice on this one."
With a rather aggrieved look on her face, Kelli sharply replied. "Oh, so you
want
a spinal injury. My mistake."
"Hmm," the disgruntled lifter patronized his concerned cohort with a dismissive huff.
Despite being significantly shorter, Kelli positioned herself in front of her rude friend and got right in his face. "Just what in the hell is going on, Simon?" Her eyes pierced through his as she stood her ground. "You've never acted like this. And I'll be damned if I'm gonna let you treat me this way."
Simon hung his head and looked away from her gaze. He knew she was right, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.
"So," Kelli's tone was still sharp, "anything you want to tell me?"
In his shame, Simon remained silent.
"Whatever then." It was Kelli's turn to be dismissive. "I'm too busy for this anyway." And with that, Kelli turned and angrily walked towards the women's locker room.
Despite feeling like an adolescent just hollered at by their mother, Simon did have enough awareness to look up and stare at his boss walking away. Some habits never die. Her booty shorts had ridden up her crack and showcased for his voyeurism and incredibly muscular and sculpted posterior. There was a subtle "onion-like" pattern in her maximus, which connected very nicely to her bulging hamstrings.
It didn't take much, even just a short lived tantalizing glimpse of his boss' perfect ass bouncing with each stride, was enough to re-ignite his sexual desires.
***
Kelli Colonel stood in the shower stall and let the hot water soothe her temper. A discourteous encounter with her employee, Simon Memphis, was an extremely rare--if ever--occurrence, and it lingered annoyingly on her thoughts.
'What the hell was his problem?'
Kelli thought.
'Taking his shit out on me? What an asshole!'
Kelli was a short woman, but built like solid steel from head to toe. Regular sexual escapades with her subordinate seemed to have awakened her desire to elevate her fitness goals from "maintain a lean build," to "full bodybuilder mode."
While trying to rationalize Simon's behavior, Kelli thoroughly soaped her muscular figure. Defined biceps and thick triceps connected to the overdeveloped deltoids in her shoulders. Strengthened pectorals lifted her small breasts, but as her fingers rubbed soap in to cleanse them of her salty sweat, she could have sworn they felt bigger in her hands.
Slick suds ran down Kelli's abdomen and collected in the trenches made by her chiseled, boast-worthy six-pack which were cradled nicely by a veiny abdominis and a deep, rounded iliac furrows that led seductively down to her pubis. And supporting her petite, but no less Amazonian frame, were strong legs wrapped in tremendous quads and hamstrings.
Not wanting to get her hair wet, which had been cut very short and styled to sit very high, Kelli was careful to hold her head back and out of the shower spray, and lather everything below her neck.
'Maybe he really is going through something. He's never really talked about his relationships. I've asked him a hundred times, still won't tell me who that gorgeous redhead was. Come to think of it, he doesn't even talk about his mother anymore.'
"
Sigh,
" Kelli groaned as she rinsed her chest.
'Maybe I'll go talk to him after he cools down. Gets rid of that pissy attitude too.'
Suddenly, the opaque glass shower stall door was pulled open and Kelli whipped her head around in alarm. There stood a naked Simon, who somehow had snuck into the women's locker room, stripped his clothing, and made his way to the showers.
"Huh," Simon said in surprise. He then proceeded to step into the stall and crowd his sexually alluring boss. "You guys have actual doors. We just have curtains."
"Have you come to talk?" Kelli sternly asked. "Or at least apologize."
"In my own way." Simon answered, and then quickly grabbed Kelli by her wrists, held them high above her head, and then
SLAM!
Pinned her tempting body against the shower wall.
Adjusting his grip, Simon secured both of Kelli's wrists into his left hand. Then with his right hand, he slid it between her breasts, and then delicately placed his hand at her throat.
Looking deep into her boss' eyes, he whispered to her. "I want
this
."
Simon was strong, but Kelli suspected he didn't have a violent bone in his body. With an unthreatened expression, she replied, "then
take
it."
There was a low rumble in Simon's throat, like a lion on the hunt, and then he latched his eager mouth onto Kelli's juicy, wet lips.
"
Mmmmmm! Mmm!
" Kelli moaned into her employee's kiss.
'Fuck me! Is he trying to suck the tongue right out of my head? It's hot though. God I bet it's going to feel good with him taking control.'
The pressure around Kelli's neck increased, and slowly her body was being crushed between the horny brute--who had lewdly rested his growing cock in the center line of her abs--and the tiled shower wall. While she was enjoying the brutal treatment, albeit vanilla, her tongue needed respite.
SUUUUCK SMACK!
Simon finally released the suction on Kelli's wet tongue, but only after pulling it out several inches.
"Fuck that was intense!" Kelli gasped when she could finally get some air. Simon paid little attention to her comment, and instead kissed her jawline and worked his way up to her left ear. "
Mmmm,
" she moaned as the steel-hard cock was pressed even harder into her stomach. "I'm glad you started working out again. I liked it better when you were huge." She tilted her head to the side to invite her ruffian suitor to suck on her neck. "
Nnnnng,
towering over me like a bull. You were ready to fuck me at a moment's notice." She said in a low tone.
Focused on the pleasures of her flesh--her abs seemed to grip and massage the underside of his bull-dick--Simon could only moan in response as he sucked on Kelli's neck and tasted her sweet skin.
"
Aaah!
" Kelli suddenly shrieked. "You bit me! You fucking cunt-hound, I didn't know you were into that."
"I'm not," Simon answered. "But there's something about you. I wanna bite your ass too."
"You want to bite my ass?" Kelli asked with a coy expression.
"Oh yeah." Simon answered in his deep voice. "That thing's beautiful. I wanna sink my teeth into it."
"Who says I'll let you?" Kelli replied, she wanted to play hard to get.
"Me." Simon did his best to use an intimidating voice, but to show his boss that actions speak louder than words, he placed his right hand firmly on her shoulder and forcefully pushed her down to her knees. With his left, he continued to hold her wrists high above her head.
"
Aaaaagh,
" Kelli lewdly moaned as Simon's unyielding cock slid up the central valley of her abs, upwards between her breasts and defined pecs, and then scrubbed the right side of her face. "Are you...somehow bigger?" Her question was genuine. Unable to use her hands, she rolled her head side-to-side to batter his wet shaft with her face. Between her self-inflicted pummeling, she would latch her fat lips onto the wet pole and slobber over Simon's manly shaft.
"It's possible I guess." Simon answered, not really focused on his own size. "All I know is, you got me incredibly turned on right now."
After securing his slippery, serviced cock with his right hand, Simon pushed his hips back and lined up his head with Kelli's busy mouth.
With an inviting and sultry expression, Kelli looked up at her hulking master. "If you ask nicely, I'll su-
glurk gluk gluk!
"
"I'm not in the mood to play 'nice'." Simon growled as he forced his wide head past Kelli's drenched lips and had begun to fuck her face. "I've sucked on your hole and drank your...
aaaarh
...sweet fucking pussy nearly every day since the race. But now it's your turn! You're gonna suck my cock and drink down my dirty precum until...
oooooooooh
...your crazy hot abs are ruined with a bloated gut!"
"
Gurk! Gurk! Gurk!
" Kelli wanted to respond instead of gagging, but Simon's desire to have his boss' lips forced around his turgid cock was unrelenting. Simon didn't even need to hold her head as the force of his thrust pushed her firmly against the shower wall.
Another hard thrust and Simon was firmly lodged in the back of Kelli's throat. He groaned and smiled to himself when he felt the satisfying grip of her throat muscles grip firmly around his head.
"
Mmmmm...
fuck that's it!" Simon lewdly complimented before returning to his dominating side. "Now work my pole!
Nnnnng!
Yes! Use your tongue. Slobber all over it. Let it drip down your chin. I want you to act nastier than you ever have for my cock!"
Even if Kelli's mouth wasn't full of a throbbing bull-sized dong, she wouldn't have attempted a snarky comeback. She, in fact, was too busy enjoying the moment.
'It's actually exciting being someone's dirty slut. I'm usually the one in control, but Simon is perfect. Whether I'm fresh out of the gym or shower, this kid doesn't stop eating pussy.'
"
Gluk. Gluk. Gurggle...sluuuuurp!
" Kelli obeyed with a lustful fervor. Simon pumped as much of his youthful manhood as her invaded orifice would allow. Glossy, bubbling saliva was forcefully expelled and dangled from her lips and chin in thick creamy bands.
"Use your hands!" Simon ordered. "You like this, don't you? Pump my fat cock if you like it destroying your face!"
Strong, yet feminine, hands collected palm-fulls of dribbled mucus and then reached up and gripped the surging phallus that protruded from slender thrusting hips. With her left, Kelli worked the shaft right in front of her lips, and with her right she squeezed hard on the base and pulled inwards in long hard strokes towards her face.
"
Oooooooh yeeaaaaaaah!
" Simon's deep guttural moan reverberated in the small shower stall. "You love my thick dick, don't you." He teased. "I bet you've been aching for a taste of it.
Nnnnnngg...
well now's your chance to just whore yourself all over it. I'm serious Kelli," when he mentioned her name, his voice was steady and deep. "I want you to act like the cheapest fucking tramp that can't live without it."
"
Slluuuuuuuuurrrp...GASP!
Oh Simon! I've wanted this incredible dick ever since I hired you." Kelli pulled the juicy phallus from her tight mouth and fell right into character. "I can't stand being teased by this thick...
kiss
...hard...
kiss
...cock...
kiss
. I want it smearing it's greasy oil all over my face.
Lick!
Pumping creamy sludge down my throat.
Suck!
And a cock like this...
stroke
...I think it would look great wearing me like a codpiece.🫦"
"
Uuunnnnngh
fuck!" Simon groaned. "Putting that image in my head."
"Oh yeah? You like that?" Kelli asked, already knowing the answer. Her employee's wet cock burned hotter against her face and throbbed harder in her hands.
Lik! Lik! Lik!
Kelli went nuts all over Simon's domineering genitals. She rubbed her sopping wet lips all around his veiny textured shaft. She worked his glans with her right hand and paid special attention to the underside of his head with her thumb.
'Mmmm,'
Kelli smiled to herself.
'This does make me want to be extra slutty. Gonna try something new.'
She thought as she lowered her body directly under her flexing stud until his meaty sack rested on top of her face.
'Let's see what this does to him.'
"
Guuuurgle...guuurgle....gulk!
"
The sounds of Kelli gobbling up Simon's heavy factories easily surpassed the loud shower head. She could only take one at a time, but she savored the feeling of his smooth, hairless balls filling her mouth. To tease her man further, she sucked on them hard while her tongue drew random shapes all around the surface.
"
GAAAARRRRGH!
" Simon shouted in pleasurable anguish. Not even caring who else might have heard. "Oh fuck me!" He growled. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I didn't expect you to be into ball sucking too!"
Fearing an early orgasm would ruin his fun, Simon freed himself from Kelli's mouth and pleasuring fingers and gripped his base tighter and tighter. His veins turned an ugly shade of purple, but he successfully warded off a dangerously heavy load.
"
AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaah...
that was close." Simon sighed in relief.
"A shame," Kelli teased. "I worked hard for that."
Kelli was not without any reward. The moment Simon let go of this aching shaft...
SPILL!
A river of opaque, watery seminal fluid poured from Simon's stretched hole and drenched Kelli's face.
"You and your...
gulp gulp
...overactive...
suk glurk
...balls." Kelli feigned complaining in-between swallowing mouthfuls of tangy syrup that she collected with her tongue.
"The hotter the sex, the more active they are." Simon joked, but with a hint of sincerity.
"Then I must make them really active." Kelli laughed. With each middle finger, she had begun to clear the solution from her eyelids. "Did you just hit me with a ruined orgasm?"
"Mmm hmm." Simon answered simply.
"I've never understood what exactly that means. I think that means you should be able to keep going though?" Kelli replied. Still on her knees, she started shuffling forward trying to get under the water. Before she could rinse her face, she felt two strong hands grab her under her armpits and lift her high in the shower stall. "Whoa!" Kelli quickly remarked. "I wasn't leaving, just clearing myself off."
"I don't want that either," Simon answered. "I want you dirty. Filthy. Stained from head to toe." He was crushing Kelli's rock-solid body against the wall again.
"
Ooophf!
"
'That's hot, but I hope he isn't serious.'
Kelli thought.
"God, I can't get over how incredibly hot you are." Simon said, still holding his boss up by her torso. He basked in her alluring figure and was hypnotized by droplets of water mixing with his previous emission that ran through every valley of her body, carved by bulging and overly-defined muscle. "You're doing this to me." He said as he dipped down and lined up the flared purple head of his cock between the overdeveloped pectineus muscles in her groin. "You're actually controlling my body. Making me want to fuck you more than I ever have in my life."
'So it's my fault, huh?'
Which is what Kelli wanted to say. Always the ball-buster.
'Nah. He's not in the mood. He wants the sex-starved damsel who can only be saved by her "hero's" hard cock.'
"Yes! I did this on purpose. I knew how much you loved my abs. As I grew my pecs, my tits looked perkier and bigger. I could see you staring at them. I could tell they were distracting you...turning you on. But I just kept wearing tighter and smaller clothes." Kelli explained in an innocent, whimpering voice. To gain a more comfortable position, she lifted her feet and sank the inside of her soles deep into the "V" trenches of Simon's waist that led to his root. "I wanted to turn you into
my
slave. I wanted to give you no choice but endlessly need my hot body over and over."
"
Nnnnnnnng,
" Simon groaned as his boss' words brought out an overwhelming desire to cum again. "It worked," he said in a rough and forced voice.
Feeling that Kelli had secure footing, Simon returned to his previous hold and held Kelli's arms high above her head.
'He probably thinks this position makes me vulnerable.'
Kelli laughed to herself.
Kelli began to flex her pelvis and squeeze her thighs together. She successfully caught Simon's pent up cannon in her muscular embrace and threatened to crush even his steel-hard rod.
"
AAAAARRGH!
" Simon bellowed. "Fuck that was too much! Your thighs are hard, but dammit to hell they're still soft.
Ha ha!
I think you managed to hit every sensitive spot on my dick." He laughed at first, but then quickly turned serious again. "You're stalling though. Nothing could feel as good as destroying your tight cunt with my cock."
With Simon taking the lead, Kelli resolved herself to let her brutish employee lower her defenseless body onto his thick pulsing spear.
"
GASP!
" Simon had split Kelli's Amazonian lips with his Herculean tool many times before, but she had never gotten used to the feeling of her entrance being stretched so wide.
SWELL!
"Oh my god!" Kelli's vaginal muscles clenched and constricted around the brutally invading phallus like a python squeezing its prey to death.
Sink...Sink...Sink.
"I don't know how the fuck this is happening!" Kelli belted out. "My fucking pussy nnnnnnnnng I swear is pulling you in all on its own!"
If Simon wasn't clenching his jaw so hard, he would have smiled at the feeling of his fuckdoll's cunt slipping further down and slowly swallowing inch after veiny meaty inch.
"Goddamn you're tight!" Simon growled. "You need to relax," he ordered. "Or we'll both pass out."
"
Haah! Haah!
You think I can fucking relax?" Kelli shot back as she felt her inside contort and conform to the unyielding invader.
Slip! Gush! Slip! Gush! Slip! Gush!
Gravity and weakening muscles could no longer delay the inevitable, so Kelli was helpless as the inside of her body was plundered and plowed. And Simon felt just as helpless as the tightest sleeve he had ever experienced was fitted over every square inch of his strangled cock. He had even given Kelli's body a slight pull upwards, but her vice grip yielded nothing.
"
Aaaaargh!
Fuck Kelli! I didn't want to do it like this, but if I don't fuckin cum...!"
Kelli screamed and cut Simon off. "💕
Aaaaah!
Your dick really is incredible! It's so long! And
OOPHF!
reaches all the way deep inside! Fuck me! Oh god you're breaking me apart! Why are you SO FUCKING BIG!💕"
Plop! Plop! Plop!
Simon relinquished control to his pelvis, which had begun thrusting and achingly desired to satisfy the pendulous phallus that hung beneath it.
"
Aaaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaah!
" Kelli cried out. Tears of both pleasure and anguish rolled down her cheeks.
Schlop! Schlop! Schlop! Schlop!
The two hardbodies slamming together grew louder and louder as Simon had picked up the pace,
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You're too good! You're too fucking good!" Simon repeated over and over. He had clenched his eyes tighter than ever and gripped Kelli's wrists even harder. He couldn't imagine how she was sucking him so relentlessly.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Your ass!
Uuuugh! Uuugh!
Bouncing off the wall!"
PLAP! PLAP!
"So fit yet so slutty!" Simon leaned forward to feel the muscles of his pinned boss writhe against his own. "💙
Nnnnng!
Feels good to be the one fucking the slut!💙"
"Oh shit! Every time you thrust
NNGH! UGH!
I get chills up and down my spine!
AAH! AAH!
Please! Please Simon!" Kelli begged. "Please cum soon! Treat me like your slut! Do whatever you want! But please 💕FUCKING CUM SOON!💕"
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"Fuck I wanna cum! I wanna cum so bad in your slutty fuck hole!" Simon's face was twisted in pleasurable agony.
The immovable object that was Kelli's abs took on the challenging unstoppable force that was Simon's unyielding cock.
BULGE!
As the bull-sized baton was thrusted into the cunt-crushing-cavern, Kelli's stomach deformed and distended. And each time Simon managed to enter her balls-deep, her stomach looked like a solid protruding core of abs.
SCHLOP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP!
"FUCKTHISISNOGOOD! OHFUCK! FUCKICAN'TSTANDIT!" Simon frantically panted and slurred.
"
Haah! Haah!
What? What is it?" Kelli managed between sucking in as much air as her compressed lungs could hold. "Do I not feel good?"
"💙TOOFUCKINGOOD!💙" Simon screamed into the bulging neck of the mistress he was pounding.
"Do it! I know you can!
Aaaaah! Aaaah!
I can feel how badly you want to fill me up with your thick spunk!"
Kelli then slipped her heels behind her rutting employee's back and squeezed him tightly with her tremendous thighs.
"Cum in me quick! You need it! You need to flood my body with cum! 💕THANK GOD YOU'RE NOT IN MY ASS! OR I'D BE CHOKING ON YOUR CUM!💕"
That image sent Simon over the edge. He could no longer thrust as the signaling pinch in his deferens, followed by the feeling of boiling hot cum surging through his cum-chute, left him babbling from a mind-wrecking orgasm.
"💙BLAAAAAARGHFUUUUUUU...!💙"
💦
SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTT!
💦
"OOOOHSHIIIIIIT!" Kelli's eyes bulged and went crossed as a detonation of dense splooge filled her in a way she had never felt before. It rushed her womb, caked her walls, and ballooned her stomach even more since she couldn't keep from clenching around the spewing cock's base.
"
ARRRRR!
" Simon howled again like a wild animal.
SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRT!
Bitter sweet for Kelli, as the second volley created too much pressure inside her wrecked pussy that she had begun to lift off the swelling cannon.
"
GUUUUH!
" Kelli grunted when she felt something the size of a forearm leave her tight body.
SPLOOOOUURRRRRP!
As an entire paint can had suddenly been turned upside-down, an immeasurably thick load of pearly white spunk gushed from Kelli's gaping hole and
SPLAT!
against the shower floor.
Still dazed, and her eyes rolling back in her head, Kelli appeared lifeless against the shower wall. With what little mental facilities she had left,
so intense. Thank god that's over.'
However, the monstrous cock was not finished. When it slipped out of its gooey hole, it found a new home resting comfortably between the fit woman's dense pecs.
SPUUUURT!
The remaining ball-batter oozed over Kelli's face and collected in her hanging mouth before spilling over and quickly congealing against her tan, Amazonian muscles. That would have been humiliating enough, except that an exhausted Simon lost his grip and dropped her onto the wet floor laden thick with pearly white splooge.
"
Huff...huff...huff...
oh god. I'm so sorry." Simon frantically apologized as he himself had collapsed against the wall. "Kelli. Kelli! Are you alright?" He continued and he lowered himself to the floor with great difficulty. "Kelli! Kelli!" He continued to call out as he tried to wipe her face clean.
"
Uuuunnnn...nnnnnn,
" Kelly groaned as she came to. "What the fuck," she finally managed in a weak voice. "What is in your cum? I feel like you dumped oxytocin right into my brain."
"Huh?" Simon replied puzzled.
"
Aaah...aah,
" Kelli caught her breath. "I'm saying, even after all that, you made me hornier than I've ever been before in my entire life." She then looked up and saw a genuine caring expression on her employee's face. Still riding her high, Kelli smiled back.
"Here let me help you up," Simon offered. "And get you cleaned up. For real this time."
Kelli felt strong hands support her and help her to her feet. "
Ha ha
," she laughed. "You know you still have cum leaking out?"
Simon looked down and saw that his flaccid, yet beefy hanging cock was still drooling its potent nutrients.
"
Ha!
Wow!" Simon laughed as well. "I guess I had more in there than I thought."
"Help me back down." Kelli requested. "I can clean him up first."
"Kelli, seriously. You don't have to." Simon objected, knowing how exhausted his freshly fuck boss must be.
"I want to." Kelli said with a sultry gaze. "Besides, you owe me after you made me miss my cooldown protein shake."
***
The day after he savagely ravished his boss in the gym showers, Simon still found himself overly energized and unable to shake off an uneasy anxiety. He had previously accepted an open invitation to go jogging with Evita, but hadn't joined her in some time.
Normally, Simon and Evita ran the circle of their neighborhood a few times before stopping at one of their houses and cooled down together. Their use of the phrase "cool down" was used ironically, as their post-run cool downs always turned physical, and were often more vigorous than the run itself. However, on their most recent run, Evita's friend and cross-country star Michelle Lewe, had invited herself along.
The athletic trio raced down lanes, sprinted down avenues, and looped through cul-de-sacs. With the addition of Evita's friend, Michelle had requested a longer route to help maintain her training for her impending college track team. Simon and Evita were reluctant to acquiesce to her request, but Simon justified it in his head,
'eh, I could use the extra exercise.'
Despite Evita's disappointment, it was at least a beautiful day to work up a sweat outside. Summer was nearing its end, and although humidity was still incredibly high in the coastal town, the dipping temperatures offered a welcomed respite from the sticky uncomfortableness. And the calmness in the neighborhoods they trekked through allowed Simon's mind to wander to more pleasant topics.
'There's a scent in the air. It's been there the entire run. Is someone wearing perfume?' Must be Michelle. Evita likes to smell like each other...afterwards. Wouldn't mind smelling like that though. Well, that and her sweet redhead pussy.
As the trio hopped curbs, rounded corners, and crossed intersections, Simon caught Michelle numerous times stealing glances at his nearly nude figure. Catching the wandering eye is something he quite enjoyed, which is why he wore only a pair of knee length compression shorts and his weathered running shoes.
Michelle had shown up for their run in her bright pink runners, very short gray athletic shorts that cupped her taut buttocks and threatened to expose the bottom of her pale cheeks, a light gray sports bra to support what little breasts she had, and a loose white tee that covered much of her upper body to protect her sensitive skin from the sun. Her strawberry-blonde hair had been neatly brushed and pulled back into a ponytail that held its perfect shape throughout the entire run.
Evita, never to be outdone by Michelle, wore equally revealing black running bottoms except her sculpted glutes could not be contained by the tight shorts and thoroughly rode up her crack. She had more supportive sports bras, but purposefully chose one of her older, more stretched, looser ones so she could tantalize her male running mate as they bounced and swayed with each stride.
Simon caught Michelle's gaze again and smiled as a sign to welcome her attention.
'She's really quite attractive. I mean, I haven't really been with any thin girls, but everything about her looks...tight! She's naturally red, which is always exotic. Mmm, her skin feels like pure velvet too. Oh, and her taste! Like fruit juice. I wonder how the fuck she does that?'
Simon's thoughts drifted towards Evita's best friend for so long, he had completely missed that they finished their route and ended back at Evita's house.
"
Whoo!
" Michelle shouted as she bounded up the few steps of Evita's porch and continued to run in place.
Simon flashed a bright smile at the exuberant redhead, while Evita just replied with a bored, "yay." For Evita, exercise was just a pretense of meeting up for the festivities that followed after.
"Was that a long enough run to get you ready for your college workout?" Simon asked as he joined Michelle on the porch.
Evita scoffed. "
Ha,
no run is long enough for her. She's a cross-country superstar. I swear she can just keep going, and going, and going." She passed the other two and made for her front door.
Michelle stood suggestively close to Simon and quietly giggled. "I can't help the fact that I can keep going...and
never
want to stop."
Evita paid no attention to her friend's artless flirtation and unlocked the door and went inside. Simon and Michelle remained outside just to bask in the glorious weather for a little longer.
'This might be your only shot,'
Michelle thought nervously.
'Just do it!'
"Hey, uh, Simon," Michelle started nervously. "I know you and Evita have your own thing going, but, maybe...would you like to go 'running' with me sometime? Just the two of us? I don't mean to move in on Evita's territory but," she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "But I really enjoyed doing it with you...running! That is. And I think we'd enjoy each other's company."
Simon stared into her innocent eyes and continued his bright smile. Had spent the last hour and some change, internally lusting after Michelle's excessively fit body, that he couldn't pass up a hands-on opportunity to admire her figure.
"It's okay Michelle," Simon laughed. "Evita doesn't hold the monopoly on 'running'. I even do it by myself sometimes." He took a step back and leaned against the side railing. He then crossed his arms and flexed his chest, which successfully drew Michelle's own lustful gaze. "I'm actually flattered that you'd want to go running with me. Especially long distance. I mean, I'm not exactly on yours and Evita's level. I'm completely drained, while she seems bored, and you're ready to go again."
"No no!" Michelle interjected. "You did great. I think you even pushed me a little."
"
Ha ha!
Well thanks." Simon replied. "And I'd love to go running with you. Just the two of us."
"Thank you, Simon." Michelle gleefully replied. She then raised her right hand and motioned to tuck her hair behind her right ear, despite that her luscious volume was entirely held within the ponytail. "And, umm, we could do other stuff too. We...don't just have to run all the time."
"Oh for sure," Simon answered. "Grab a bite. Hit the beach before you leave for college." He suggested almost too carefully, like he wasn't sure how suggestively he should take the beautiful strawberry-blonde's offer.
"Yeah...yeah," Michelle delayed. "Or," her voice had dropped to an almost inaudible level, "maybe we could do more of what we did...in Evita's basement?"
Simon gave a faint chuckle and pushed off the railing. He stood very close to Michelle and let her feel his heat, and his own aroused aroma filled her head.
"Any time you want," Simon answered with a breathy voice. "In fact, tasting you again was all I could think about since you first showed up for the run." Michelle looked up to catch Simon's wanting expression and bit her bottom lip. "Somehow, you're sweeter than strawberries. And someone as beautiful as you, should have her sweet honey savored and her body pleasured endlessly."
Simon was a bit over the top in his lust-filled description, but it had its desired effect when Michelle had begun to breathe heavier and heavier.
Softly, Michelle asked, "you really liked me that much?"
Before Simon could answer, and further enchant the fair beauty panting before him, Evita came crashing through the front door.
"I just got a message from my Mom." Evita spoke loudly and appeared so frustrated she didn't even notice how close her two friends were standing to one another. "I'm supposed to meet her, like...now! So Michelle, I'm gonna have to take you home."
"Oh, uh," Michelle stammered, trying to think quickly. "Simon and I were just talking and he said he could actually give me a ride home if I needed."
Simon raised his eyebrows in confusion, but quickly resumed a normal expression and nodded when Evita turned her head towards him.
"Yeah." Simon finally answered. "We got to talking, college life, track meets, and I asked her what her plans were later and offered her a ride if she needed one."
Evita's eyes darted between the two horny parties. "Fine," she said in a rushed tone. "I'll make Mom pay for this." Evita turned and spoke to no one in particular. "Well, I gotta run back in, grab my keys and stuff. I'll see you guys later."
"Alright," Michelle said with a sweet smile. "I'll see you later."
"Good luck," Simon wished Evita. She seemed particularly flustered and he wasn't sure if he and Michelle were the cause, or her mother. Either way, not wanting to annoy Evita any further, Simon and Michelle did not wait to see her off. They strolled to the sidewalk and began the relatively short walk to Simon's house.
"So," Michelle began, "have you done any more races?"
"Like the rucksack? Not really. I actually haven't even been able to do any small events like a '10k' or even a '5k'." Simon knew the walk well, and turned his head to face Michelle. "Things have been getting a little complicated at work. And then I had a falling out with my cousin."
"Oh no! I'm so sorry." Michelle said consolingly.
"Oh it's okay." Simon quickly assured his companion. "She...is not a nice person. And it turns out, neither am I."
"I'm sure that's not true." Michelle replied. "You're like the nicest guy I know."
"I appreciate that." Simon smiled wide. "I try to be a good guy. Maybe I'm a 'good guy' who just does bad things sometimes."
"Don't we all?" Michelle giggled, she really wanted to lighten the mood.
"What about you?" Simon was eager to turn the conversation towards Michelle. "Did you do anything between graduation and now?"
Michelle looked up at her escort and felt almost uncontrollably giddy. She explained that while she didn't participate in any official events, she had a strict distance training regiment that she rigorously stuck to. Or, tried to stick to most of the time. Simon took comfort in Michelle's company, he enjoyed hearing about her life, her plans, and what she was looking forward to. He was made to feel so comfortable, that he wrapped his left arm around her thin figure and pulled her towards him, making them look like a cutesy couple. Michelle was all too eager for the contact. His hairless, smooth, muscular frame cradled her own athletic physique, and her mind had begun to play out all sorts of possible romantic futures.
Before long, Simon and Michelle arrived at his house and made their way through the front door.
Michelle absentmindedly walked into the livingroom and had begun looking at the décor and pictures. "Wow," she said, reacting to the overall spaciousness of the house. "Your place is really great. It somehow looks bigger on the inside."
As Michelle turned around to face Simon, and gauge his reaction, she was startled and jumped to find that he was practically on top of her.
"
Mmmphff!
" Michelle's gasps were muffled as Simon engulfed her mouth and slipped his tongue inside her.
Seldom did Simon act like a possessed insatiable beast. His left hand ran up the middle of Michelle's back, which sent shivers up her spine and made her shake against her hulking lover. She had never felt so sexually excited just from an embrace before. Then, as his hand rose higher, he forcefully squeezed her neck before sliding his fingers into the tight bounds of her ponytail and held her head tightly. With his right, he slithered it around her hip and snuck it deep down under her revealing shorts and grasped her left buttock.
Simon prided himself on never making any advancement until he was absolutely sure the woman wanted him. However, despite recognizing his error, Simon escalated his passionate embrace.
"
Mmmmm! Mmmmmphff!
" Simon's gamble paid off as Michelle had begun to moan and thrash into his mouth.
'My god, he tastes so good,'
she thought has swirled her own tongue around his and sucked on his long appendage.
"
Haaaaah! Haaaah!
" Michelle cried out when she felt Simon's tongue leave mouth.
'Please...I feel so empty.'
However the break in the action did not last when Simon practically scooped her up with his right hand and brought her face more level with his. "More. Please."
Her begging turned Simon on even greater, and an increase in suction drew Michelle's tongue into his mouth.
"
Mmmm!
" Michelle moaned. Somehow, without her feeling any of his teeth, he massaged her soft muscle and caressed her tenderly.
'Yes! Yes! This is exactly what I want. He likes me so much he can't help himself. He wants all of me. I want him to have everything!'
"
Sluuuurp...SMACK!
Oh my god Simon!" Michelle sang out as they both came up for air. "You're amazing! You make me feel like the sexiest woman alive!" She panted out as she swung her legs around her lover's waist. "
Haah! Haah!
You can do anything to me you want. Everything you want! I want to be the one that can satisfy you the most!"
"Do you really mean that?" Simon asked in a quiet tone.
Unwavering, and unblinking, Michelle looked deep into Simon's eyes. "Yes. God yes!"
Simon remained silent and let his actions speak volumes. Accepting his sexy strawberry-blonde's offer, he walked over to the couch and dropped her--quickly but carefully--onto the thick cushions. Without the use of his hands, he was able to kick off his running shoes and compression socks.
Then, in a somewhat terrifying show of dominance,
RIIIIIIIP!
Simon grabbed the waistband of his shorts in his fists and pulled and stressed the fabric until it shredded and was torn from his body. His once confined and sweaty cock, now free in the cool air, bobbed and grew fat above Michelle's lusting, and gaping expression.
"Oh my god! You're so strong! I never imagined you could do that." Michele shrieked. She tried to feign worry, but her hands betrayed her as they mauled her breasts and crushed her hard nipples into her palms. "Please, don't tear my clothes too. You can do anything you want, but don't destroy my clothing and force me to be naked!"
Simon simply knelt on one knee and slipped off her shoes and socks. Then, he raised his hands to the neckline of her baggy shirt.
"
Aaah! Aaah!
Oh please, Simon! What would happen if I had nothing to wear? How would I get home without any clothes? I'll be forced to sneak in, a naked slut used as a toy for your huge cock!"
If Michelle was attempting to persuade otherwise, she had failed miserably. Her words served only to arouse Simon even greater and force him further into dark bestial instincts.
RIIIIIIIP!
Michelle's shirt tore like paper as Simon pulled the neckline apart. The flimsy fabric split down the middle and exposed her small breasts packed into a sports bra. And when Simon tore the shoulders and sleeves it was nothing more than a useless rag that he pulled out from under her and tossed to the floor.
Michelle gave a small laugh. "
Ha ha!
Wow, that was like, nothing to you."
Michelle's sports bra fared no better. Simon had grabbed her shoulder straps and pulled hard until the entire garment split in half.
"Oh my god!" Michelle gasped as her thighs rubbed together in anticipation of having her last remnant of coverings shredded from her thin figure.
Simon eyed Michelle's shorts and slipped his fingers behind her waistband. Her shorts were surprisingly even more resilient than his own pair. He had torn them down to her groin. Then, had to tear one side to her inner thigh. And finally, one last tear down the still intact right side. At last, Simon had his new ginger sex-doll lying naked on his couch.
Michelle's body was a work of art. Her skin was pale and pure as if it were never touched by the sun, except for the very faint freckles that dusted her chest and shoulder. Michelle was lithe and fit, with not a single ounce of fat on her frame. And every inch of her supple skin felt like velvet to the touch. She had the smallest breasts of anyone Simon had been with, but they were still present, perfectly pert, and her erect nipples pointed straight upwards. Unfortunately, defiling such a work of art was part of the fun.
"I...
haah haah
...I'm not covering myself." Michelle confessed, her right hand had covered her mound and her fingers delicately covered her pink lips. "I just...for some...
aah aah
...some reason I can't stop touching myself."
Slik. Slik. Slik.
Simon smiled as he listened to the wet pleasured pussy of the cross-country champion fill the room like a symphony of lewd noises.
Finally, Simon broke his silence. "💙Allow me. I've been dying to taste you since I first saw you today.💙" He said in a deep and vibrating voice.
Simon lowered himself to his knees and raised Michelle's right leg until he could slip it over his left shoulder. Then, with his right hand, he pushed back on her left thigh until her velvety petals split and exposed her bright pink, glistening hole.
Simon licked his lips, "Even when you cum all over my face, it won't be enough. You see I'm a pussy-addict, so I need to drink every last drop from you."
"
Aaayeee!
" Michelle screamed in pleasurable anguish when Simon dove in face first and swirled his tongue around her delicate clit. The faintest strip of red hair brushed his nose as he inhaled her scent deep into his lungs. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she breathed heavily. "Please keep doing that!"
Simon was careful not to put too much direct contact on her sensitive button. He had been having better results eliciting the sweet juice he craved by stimulating the areas all around the clit.
"
Sluurp...mmmm...sluuuurp...mmmm,
" Simon moaned into the succulent snatch and sent vibrations coursing through Michelle's erogenous zones. She had begun to claw at her own neck and chest as she writhed, and when her hands reached her head, she pulled at her hair and ruined her neatly tied ponytail.
"💕
Aaaaah!
Oh yes! Oh yes! Please keep going on! I don't know how much I can take, but please keep eating my pussy!💕" Michelle's excitement built quickly. Normally, when the need to cum hit her so strongly like that, she would thrash and convulse wildly. However, Simon was careful to restrain her hips without hurting her.
"
Sluuuuuurp,
" Simon drew his long tongue along the left side of her watery slit and massaged the area directly next to her throbbing button. "
Mmmm,
" as he reached her hood, he moaned vibrations into her defenseless womanhood. "
Sluuuuurp,
" then back down the right side of her labia followed by another, "
mmmmmm
" as he rounded back up again.
Michelle's entire body had turned a cute shade of pink as her body heat surged. Her hands wildly darted around her body, and she had coiled her fingers through her hair until it became a sexy strawberry-blonde mess.
"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!" Michelle belted out in a breathy voice. "It'srightthereit'srightthere! DON'TSTOPDON'TSTOPDON'TSTOP!" She sang loudly and frantically until, "💕I'MCUUUUUUMING!💕"
"Oh fuck yes!" Simon growled. "Cum hard on my tongue! Give it all to me!"
"💕
AAAAAAAAAAAH!
💕"
For a moment, Simon feared Michelle's wailing would never cease. Her heels stomped on his shoulders and she arched her back lifting her chest off the sofa as she drove her head hard into the cushions. Sadly, despite the violent reaction to her orgasm, Michelle never squirted any amount of womanly cum into Simon's thirsty mouth.
'No squirt, but sonuvabitch did she get wet. Mmmm, I'll just suck it right out of her!'
"
Gulp!
Fuck you taste good!" Simon praised.
"
AAAAH! AAAhh! Aaahh!
" Michelle slowly came down from her high as her screaming subsided. "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," she chanted. "That was amazing. You...
aah aah
...you like, made me cum in no time." She giggled between swallows of air.
Simon slipped his hands off her thighs and slid them over her torso and rising breasts. He smiled when he felt a thin layer of perspiration beginning to coat her flawless, newborn-soft skin.
'I feel like she's close. She didn't squirt but I'm still sucking a fountain's worth out of her. She tastes incredible. If it turns out she can squirt, I might just get addicted to her as well.'
"Just...a little rest," Michelle panted. "And then I can get you off."
Simon ignored Michelle's request and returned his hands to the supple flesh of her inner thighs.
'Let's try the next phase.'
With his left thumb, he pulled her wet, glistening petals apart and exposed her pulsing honey hole. His right middle finger, he stuck into his mouth and heavily lubricated it with his gelatinous spit. Then, with his right palm facing upwards, he slipped his slick finger gently into her sucking hole and curled his finger until he found her texture g-spot.
"
Eeeeey!
" Michelle shrieked and jumped when she felt her insatiable lover penetrate her with his finger. "Oh Simon!
Haah! Haah!
I...I need a minute! My body...
nnnnng
...it's still on fire!
Simon continued to ignore Michelle's pleas. He had accepted her offer earlier to use her any way he wished, so he had already resigned to milk her body of as much delicious pussy cum as he could force out of her.
"Your pussy is even hotter than it was before." Simon was merely speaking out loud. "
Mmmm,
this is the kind of pussy I love. Fuck your cunt juices are making everything so slippery. I bet you'd make the perfect fuck doll." He said in a low, devilish tone.
"
Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaah!
" Michelle cried out in ecstasy over and over again. Her chest heaved and grew three times in size as she sucked in air for her life. She threw her hands up and latched onto the sofa armrest. She dug her fingers in so hard that her nails threatened to tear the threads of the upholstery.
Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik.
Simon's finger, making just the slightest bit of pistoning motion, still produced a lewd symphonic song as her pussy gripped against his digits. With a steel-like concentration, he focused hard on tender and rhythmic massages against her bumpy, yet soft, erogenous zone.
'Take it slow,'
Simon told himself.
'Don't rush this. If I want her to squirt, I have to push her to an orgasm unlike any she's ever had. Just apply pressure and keep stroking slowly.'
"Oh yeaaaah!
Aaaahh!
" Michelle screamed and uncontrollably gasped for air. "I've never had anyone touch me like that! How...
nnnnngh
yeah!...how are you doing that better than myself?
Unng!
Better than my pink toy?"
Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.
Simon didn't answer, just lowered himself closer to her vibrating sex to fill his head with her horny scent, and then gave her tender kisses all over her soaked labia.
"No more! No more! I can't take it!" Is what Michelle said, but every response her body gave told Simon a different story. Her temperature continued to rise and her body glistened in the dim light from a healthy sheen of sweat. The smell of her pussy filled the room. And each time she arched her back, she would come crashing back down.
'Almost there,'
Simon schemed.
'Just a little more.'
He then pulled his right hand back just enough to line up his ring finger, and then doubled his efforts.
With eyes firmly shut and through clenched teeth, Michelle thrashed. "
YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAH!
SOMETHING'S COMING! SIMON! SIMON PLEASE! I THINK SOMETHING'S COMING!" Her voice sounded more panicked than excited. "OH GOD! PLEASE! I DON'T WANNA PEE MYSELF!"
'NOW!'
Simon screamed in his head. Attempting to push her over the edge, he aggressively shook his fingertips against her upper wall and latched his lips firmly around her erect clit.
Michelle's mind raced with a horrible thought.
'Something's not right. This doesn't feel like an orgasm. It feels like...'
"💕OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!💕"
Simon ceased his sucking and opened his mouth, hoping beyond hope that she would reward him.
💦
PISH!
💦
A single, short but sharp, stream of fruit flavored squirt burst from Michelle's convulsing body and struck Simon in the back of his throat. He savored her flavor and immediately desired more of her fluids.
"💙YES! Give me more! More! You're a slutty fucking sex-pot! Cum in my mouth! Make me drink it! Oh fuck yes, I'm not stopping until you're completely dry!💙"
While Simon was busy licking and swallowing every loose droplet he could, Michelle sat up on her elbows with a horrified look.
'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!'
She repeated over and over in her head.
'I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I just peed on him!'
"
Succle...gulp!
I knew you could squirt." Simon boasted. "You got so fucking wet. I just needed to make you cum harder." He then looked up at her flushed face and gave her a wink. "You're quickly becoming one of my dream girls."
"Squirt? Didn't I," Michelle was hesitant to ask. "Pee?"
"
Ha ha,
" Simon gave a light chuckle. "No, not really. I tried to stimulate your Skene's gland by focusing on your g-spot. I don't actually know the science, it's just...I'm hopelessly addicted to a woman's squirt. And I'll do anything to get her there."
"You're going to get addicted to me?" Michelle said in a soft, hopeful tone.
"
Swallow
...I already am." Simon answered before he returned to drinking from her sweet fountain.
"Wait! Simon!" Michelle's screams were a mixture of anguish and unbearable pleasure.
'I almost feel bad for her,'
Simon thought as he felt her engorged love-button vibrate against his tongue.
'She had no idea what she was in for when she promised to do anything I want, but I can't stop now. I need her cum. Even if it leaves her mindlessly blabbering.'
"
AAHH!
You're doing it again! Oh my god you're hitting my spot just right!" Michelle's voice was increasingly becoming hoarse, but she couldn't stop calling out to praise her loving master.
Simon had two fingers inside his helpless toy. A testament to her fitness, her walls tightly gripped anything he put inside her. However, that didn't prevent him from using an alternating sliding motion to rub her textured orgasm controller.
"
HAAH! HAAH!
One orgasm after another!
UNNNGH!
I feel so drained already!" Michelle whimpered as her head rolled from side-to-side. As if trying to find something to do with her hands, she let them roam her body and trace her strained muscles.
'Oh my god!'
She screamed in her head when she discovered the state of her bright pink nipples.
'They're so hard...and long? They feel like that could pop right off my chest! They...they actually hurt a little. But I can't stop touching them!'
If Simon had witnessed Michelle's pleasure, it would have made his raging cock aggressively dig into the couch--more so than it already was--but his attention was solely on the juicy feast pressed into his face. He attacked Michelle on two fronts. His fingers never left her increasingly salivating hole, and his tongue did what it did best and encircled her labia in long loving licks.
'She's far more impressive than I first gave her credit for.'
Simon thought in between swallows.
'She's getting wetter by the second. And inside it feels like she's getting tighter and tighter. That's usually what happens to Mom before she...'
"💕I FEEL LIKE I'M GONNA EXPLODE!💕" Michelle suddenly burst out louder than she ever had before.
Michelle nearly kicked Simon in the back when her feet landed behind his shoulders. She would have nearly pushed herself clear off the couch if Simon had not wrapped his left arm around her right leg and kept her steady.
"Try to relax!" Simon barked an order. "You have to relax!"
"
YAAAAY!
I...I CAN'T! IT FEELS LIKE I'M GONNA PEE MYSELF AGAIN!" Michelle's entire body was beet red as her muscles tensed to hold back her climax.
"You won't!" Simon replied, there was some frustration in his voice. "Whatever happens, just let it happen!"
Michelle forced her arms to fall at her sides, and let her heels slide down Simon's broad back, but she continued to make whimpering noises as she sucked on her bottom lip.
"Good. Much better," Simon said in a soothing tone.
"
HAAH! HAAH!
It's too much! Too much! It's right there!" Michelle quivered.
"Do it! Let it go!" Simon demanded. "💙I need your cum! Get addicted to squirting and shoot it right down my throat!"
"💕OH SHIT! OH SHIT! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!💕"
💦
PIIIIIIIIISH! PIIIIIIIIISH! PIIIIIIIIISH!
💦
Simon's reward had been far greater than the first. Crystal clear fluids, more invigorating than spring water, burst again from Michelle's womanly sex and drenched his face. He let it wash over his eyes and soak into his hair. He caught some in his mouth but couldn't resist the desire to let the powerful blast strike his neck and chest.
"💕I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I'M CUMING SO MUCH!💕"
Michelle arched her back so much, she nearly folded herself in half. Her small breasts bounced and swung as much as any set of massive tits. And her nipples had never been harder, longer, or thicker than ever before.
💦
PIIIIIIIIIIIISH!
💦
To Simon, it was Heaven's elixir that blessed his sinful body. As he drank the divine water, his arousal hit a crescendo and his cock grew longer and harder than he thought imaginable. It wouldn't be until he sat up from the couch that he would realize his precum had completely soaked through the thick seat cushion.
"Oh my god you're amazing!" Simon thankfully complimented his lover. "You're taste...
GLUG GLUG GLUG!
...it's not possible! Like sugar water running over my tongue!"
Possible or not, Simon just wanted to keep drinking and bathing in her fluids as much as he could.
With tears in her eyes, Michelle finally came down from her high. "
Haa...haa
...oh my god. What's wrong with me?" Her body had gone completely limp. Secretly, she hoped Simon was finally sated. She couldn't imagine surviving another intense expulsion like that anytime soon.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Michelle." Simon comforted her.
"I've...I've never done that before. I don't even know how that happened." Michelle continued.
"Maybe you've just never had enough stimulation before." Simon theorized. "Maybe you've always wanted to, but were afraid to."
"Maybe," Michelle answered in a soft and weak voice.
"Did it at least feel good for you?" Simon asked.
"
Ha ha,
" Michelle forced a laugh. "That was unlike anything I've experienced before. I feel like my brain came. It was so incredible. Although, now, I just feel like an exhausted husk. I really want to take care of you, but I don't think I can move"
Simon replied with a chuckle. "You don't need to move for this."
As Simon stood up, Michelle gaped in awe as she took stock of his impressive nude figure. With his left hand, he had pointed his monstrous cock straight up and let rivers of slimy precum run down his reddened veiny shaft. With his right, he collected droplets of her cum from his chest and then gripped his meat just below the head.
"You're...jerking off with my cum? My squirt?" Michelle asked, almost as if she couldn't believe her new reality.
"💙
NNNNNNGH!
💙" Simon's moaning was deep and throaty. Michelle even felt it reverberate in her body. "Oooooh yeeaaaaah," he continued in a deep moan as he closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. "Jerking off with pussy cum is the hottest thing ever. I'll even do it with my own precum, but after a while it gets sticky. I recently found out that really watery squirt, mixed with precum, that's the sweet spot."
Slik. Slik. Slik. Slik.
Simon had begun pumping the entire length of his aching, engorged cock. Michelle's slick pussy honey made his glans and shaft exponentially more sensitive.
"And yours," Simon said while massaging himself with slow strokes. "Feels great on my cock.
Mmmm,
no friction. It's slipperier than it's ever been."
With her red chest still heaving from deep breaths, "You're...you're going to fuck me, aren't you?"
Simon slowly lowered himself on top of Michelle's thin body and spoke softly, but with a husky voice. "You said I could do anything I want to you. That I could do everything." She found his tone almost intimidating.
'Oh god. What have I done? Was I wrong about him? Evita always said how sensitive he was.'
Michelle's thoughts were clouded in terror, and rivers of anxious sweat soon ran down her body.
"P...please Simon," Michelle's weak voice quivered with a genuine fear, "it won't fit. R...remember from before? Please, I don't want you to hurt me."
Simon cocked his head and furrowed his brow in a confused look. It was then he realized what he had done to his new lover. What he had made her think was going to happen.
Simon lowered his head and rested his lips against Michelle's left ear. "I would never, ever, intentionally hurt you."
Simon's voice both soothed and hypnotized the olympic-class runner. His scent filled her head and implanted it with lewd thoughts. And the heat from his cock radiated against her sex and energized her with an excitable horniness.
"
Haah...haah...
yes...oh yes." Michelle squirmed beneath her hulking lover. Her tone had changed from fearful to longing. Compelled by pure desire, her hands slithered around Simon's sides and fit snuggly atop his dense glutes. Trusting in his sincerity, she had begun to pull on him to enter her swollen cunt.
Simon leaned back, just enough to line his still swelling pounder up with Michelle's bright pink slit. "I'll go slow. And just the head." He explained to comfort her.
Push...SWELL!
"OH GOD! That's so thick!" Michelle spat as she cried out. She felt as if her master's girth was widening her entire pelvis. "
AAAH!
I don't know how I'm gonna take anymore!"
"
NNNNNNGH!
" Simon groaned. "It's okay! That's just the head. I won't put in any more." As Michelle writhed and moved her hips, Simon groaned and chewed on his bottom lip. "FUCK! You're not just tight, but you're strong too! Whatever you're doing...
AAARGH!
...you're hitting every sensitive spot on my head."
What began as an uncoordinated motion by Michelle--that was, rocking her hips side-to-side--she quickly realized that the narrow opening of her pussy was a perfect fit and snuggly wrapped around the glans of her pussy-drunk suitor.
Michelle smiled to herself,
'with a cock like that, he could do anything. But as impressive as he is, it looks like my tight little pussy is gonna make him cum as easily as he made me.'
Michelle then began to purposefully rotate her hips and alternate a circular massaging motion with the fat head still stuffed inside her. Needing something to grab, Simon firmly grasped Michelle's legs from behind her knees and held them high in the air.
"💙
AAAAAH!
FUCKS SAKE! JERKING OFF WITH YOUR CUM HAD ME SO CLOSE BEFORE!
AAAH
FUCK! THIS PUSSY IS TIGHTER THAN I IMAGINED! I'M NOT GONNA LAST LONG!💙" Simon's face was twisted in pleasurable anguish.
It was a huge confidence boost to Michelle to see Simon succumb to the pleasures of her body, the same way she did to his. "OH YES! OH YES! You wanna cum! Don't you Simon! My fit body and tight pussy is driving you crazy!"
"FUCK YES!" Simon answered, sweating and beet red in the face. "I...
AAH AAH
...DON'T THINK IT'S EVER BEEN THIS SENSITIVE BEFORE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? I FEEL LIKE I'M ON FIRE!"
"
Haah! Haah!
It...it may be small, but my pussy is perfect for you! Isn't it!" Michelle's voice grew bolder.
"
NNNNNGH!
YES! P-P-PERFECT!" Simon stammered as he felt the strangest sensation encircle his head over and over again.
"Think about how much you love my pussy! It turns you on so much! You couldn't wait for me to cum!
HAAAH! HAAAH!
Oh god! You are a dirty boy-slut! Drinking my pussy squirt and jerking off with it! I'll make you addicted to me! You'll wanna use my cum for lube every time now!"
Michelle got carried away with her first foray into dirty talk, but it did the trick.
"OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!" Simon screamed and panted over and over. "OHFUCKIT'STOOMUCH! I'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUMI'MGONNACUM!"
"CUM FOR ME SIMON! CUM! OH SIMON! LET OUT ALL THAT THICK SPUNK!"
"💙
ARRRRRRGHHHH!
I'M CUMMMMINNNNNNNNNNG!💙"
💦
SPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURT!
💦
The first devastating explosion of cum was released inside Michelle's unprepared cunny hole. She felt a boiling, almost living, liquid swirling around inside her and filling every possible pore, fold, and tube. She even felt it stretch and expand her inner walls, and when Simon pulled out a thick gooey glob of pearly spunk
SPURT
from her gaping hole and struck his balls.
"FUCK THERE'S MORE!" Simon warned.
SPUUUUUUUURRT!
The subsequent loads of his revitalizing cream he aimed at her flawless fit body. A long ribbon of cum struck her face and open mouth, and trailed down her body between her perky breasts, and marked her down her stomach.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Simon had gripped his base and flexed his muscles to send shot and shot of backed-up batter all over the horny teen and cake her in layers upon layers of manly cum.
"
GULP!
Oh my god!
Ha ha!
" Michelle laughed. "That is a lot of cum!
Hahaha!
You know what? Just empty those giant nuts all over me! Give me the full treatment! Don't miss a single spot!" She tried to wipe cum from her eyes while her right hand mashed Simon's creamy swimmers all over her mound.
"
Sssssssss,
" Simon sucked air through his teeth as he came down from his high. His cannon was still firing, but they were only weak shots that dribbled out of his slit and dripped onto her fingered cunt lips. "
Unnnngh,
that was incredible." He said with a throaty moan. "You...are incredible."
With his head spinning from the mind-wrecking orgasm, Simon nearly collapsed on top of Michelle but then slid down next to her on his side with his back facing the backrest of the couch.
"I'm almost afraid to move," Michelle said. "There's so much sitting on top of me, I don't want it to soak into your couch."
"Oh I'm gonna have to clean this couch, for sure." Simon's voice was actually giddy. "But just rest for a second. I want you here next to me."
Michelle could keep a satisfied smile from spreading across her face. Not only had she experienced an elevated sexual bliss, but she was able to bring her crush to the same euphoria. And after all that, all he wanted was her company.
"I don't suppose you have a towel nearby?" Michelle asked. "Our clothes are essentially rags now, they could probably clean some of this at least."
"I'll get you something in a minute." Simon promised, but in reality he had no intention of letting Michelle up until the cum had soaked into her pores and dried into a gummy texture onto her skin.
Michelle then felt Simon's strong left hand caress her chest, and he used his natural cream to massage her modest breasts in circles.
"
Mmmmm,
" Michelle moaned at Simon's touch. "You're so strong, yet you're really gentle too." She complimented.
"Your skin is amazing." Simon replied. "I can't believe how smooth, and you're so soft it's insane."
"Why thank you," Michelle sweetly replied. "I can't really explain it. I mean, I'm out in the sun, but I've never really gone tanning or anything. Curse of being a redhead." She laughed.
"
Mmmm,
that's not a curse." Simon moaned into Michelle's left ear. "There's nothing that's a curse about you." He continued as his hand drifted up her body, pulling still liquid cum as it traveled, and smeared the seminal lotion on her shoulders and neck.
"
Mmmm,
" the soothing caresses made Michelle moan as well. She had begun cupping more pearly cream and continually smeared it all around her still wet, glistening pussy lips. "The more I think about it, I should be grossed out that so much is soaking into my skin."
"Hmm?"
"But it's actually kind of nice. Kind of hot even." Michelle wanted to tell Simon how much lounging in his semen excited her, but she was at a loss for words.
"That's why I love pussy cum so much. God, it makes me incredibly hot." Simon replied.
"As much as I want to stay like this all day, I have to start thinking about how I'm gonna get home." Michelle spoke with a more serious tone. "I have no clothes to wear. And
someone
won't even let me up to wash off. How would I explain it to my mother if I showed up naked and covered in cum?" She giggled.
"Yeah...I'll have to think of something." Simon answered.
***
"
Uuuuugh,
" Simon groaned as he plowed through the front door into his house.
'What a day,'
Simon thought to himself as he reflected on a significantly longer shift at work--to make up for several hours he missed during the week--and the additional errands he ran replacing items in the house and the extensive cleaning.
Simon moved towards the steps leading to the second floor, most likely to stash his keys and wallet in his room and change into something more comfortable--or into nothing at all--however, before he ascended the first step, he paused.
'Ugh. Don't even feel like going all the way upstairs.'
Simon thought, which reflected his exhausted and defeated demeanor.
'Says a lot about my mood. Whatever,'
he continued his inner-monologue as he turned from the steps and entered the living room.
Clink!
Simon dropped his keys into a porcelain bowl on an end table and then plopped his wallet next to it. Then, in a swift, well-practiced maneuver, he pulled his shirt up with one hand and slipped it over his head. With each heel, he kicked his shoes off followed by the use of his big toes to pull off her socks. He stood in his mother's darkened house, wearing only his usual work khaki pants and some compression underwear. Finally, he was feeling more comfortable.
Simon then pulled his phone from his pocket and unlocked the home screen.
'I should text Michelle. See how she made out.'
Simon's thumb hovered over Michelle's contact, but he never tapped the 'message' icon.
"
Sigh,
" Simon sighed to himself.
'I'll do it later. She's sweet, but it could turn into a whole big thing. And I could really use a night to just crash.'
Simon lazily shuffled deeper into the house until he entered the kitchen and stood like a poorly-postured lump staring into his mother's fridge.
'Something to drink first,'
Simon thought as he picked up a large jug of a pre-mixed fruit-flavored protein drink he had mixed earlier that day.
"
Gulp...gulp...gulp...AAAH!
" A little more than half of the jug was still full, and Simon had nearly drained the contents in one thirsty display.
'Really hits the spot,'
Simon licked his lips,
'but I think I'm gonna need something stronger soon.'
He was already planning his next vintage as he thought about the liquor cabinet in the den.
As Simon tipped the large jug again, he glanced to his right and caught the hot tub on the patio.
'Oh yeah. Keep forgetting that's there.'
"
Gulp! Swallow!
" Simon polished off the protein drink.
'Perfect way to relax tonight. Probably should wait for Mom, but I need this.'
Simon walked to the rear glass sliding door and exited onto the patio. After grabbing a water-testing kit he had left on his mother's patio table, he lifted the hot tub cover and felt the steam open the pores in his face.
'Just gonna check the PH levels real quick. Not sure I did this correctly before. I know it doesn't need that much chlorine, but it still look like enough.'
Once satisfied with the state of the hot tub water, Simon unfastened the button on his pants and pulled down his zipper, and prepared to stand in his mother's backyard completely in the nude. Just as he hooked his thumbs into the waist of his khakis and underwear, his phone had started buzzing like crazy.
"What now?" Simon griped even though there was nobody there. He pulled his phone from his loose pants, and the name appearing on his call screen seemed to glare at him. It read, "Gamma."
"Sigh." Simon huffed.
'Better take this.'
"Hi Gamma," Simon began.
"Simon!" The voice over Simon's phone rang out. "I'm glad to hear you haven't forgotten who this is."
Simon was flustered. His grandmother had always been overly sweet to him, but her cherub-like demeanor could turn on a dime if she felt maliciously disrespected. "I'm really sorry, I just..." Simon tried to explain but was cut off.
"A call from my grandson, nearly every two weeks since graduating high school, like clockwork. But then suddenly, without explanation, I haven't heard from him all month." Simon's grandmother then gave out a very sad sounding sigh. "
Sigh...
I suppose this is on me; thinking that it would last forever."
'Is this where Aunt Ams gets it?'
Simon thought as a jest to himself.
"I swear I didn't do this on purpose." Simon replied emphatically. "I've been stretched thin at work, and Mom's sisters came into town. I swear as soon as things calmed down I was going to call you again."
"
Hmm,
" Simon's grandmother replied in a humoring tone. "I was really beginning to worry about you. And you don't want to make me worry, right? It's not good for me at my age." Having raised three daughters, she really knew how to work in some guilt.
"I'm really, really sorry Gamma." Simon repeated that apology several times. "This was not to spite you, I swear. And...I promise to make it up to you."
"Really?"
"Absolutely." Simon assured his mother's mother.
"Good. You can start by opening the front door and letting me in."
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Next time on Slut Son
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Margaret Hightower, the powerful, and statuesque matriarch of the family, and Simon Memphis' grandmother, arrives at her youngest daughter's house under the guise of ascertaining the status of her most favored grandchild. Wiser than she is beautiful, she quickly surmises that all is not normal in Candice's house. And how far is Margaret willing to let things go to find out what's been happening within the quiet coastal home?
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Author's Appreciation
Thank you for reading the nineteenth chapter of the Slut Son series. Outside of numerous challenges just from life, this turned out to be an incredibly difficult chapter; as I began to map out the events, I was having trouble concluding Huana's arc and introducing Simon's grandmother in a single installment without making it an exceptionally long read. It went through several re-writes and plot changes before I just had to settle with its current state and publish the best version I could. To everyone who has given me a follow/favorite, and written feedback, I truly appreciate your time and the fact that you gave my series a read among so many amazing stories. My primary focus is to entertain, so each and every fan, every read, and every rating, is a big deal to me. If you enjoyed this entry, and feel its warranted, please rate this chapter and give this a favorite and/or me a follow, and I hope you'll check back for future entries in this series. Please leave a comment as well; I enjoy reading the feedback and there have been some great suggestions that are helping me get better.
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Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 10
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That evening I got a text from Tammy. She'd been in touch with Danielle. Unfortunately Tammy wasn't feeling well, but she'd gotten Danielle to commit to meeting me. Melissa was as excited as I was! Hannah texted me; she needed some attention. She needed her Uncle. I texted back.
"Got an idea -- can we use your room?"
"My room?"
"Your bedroom."
"Wow, I'd love to, but I don't know!"
"Hold on."
I called Susan. We talked a bit and then I called her husband. I told him he had to get out of the house that evening. We'd text him when it was okay to come back, but really it was more 'if' than 'when.' It was the first time I'd talked to him since Tammy explained the new rules. I knew he knew I'd had my sister, so why beat around the bush. He didn't push back at all. Short, compliant answers. Hs breathing got a bit labored by the end of the call. He moaned when I told him to put Hannah on the phone.
"Okay baby, we're coming over! See you at seven! You know there will be a new pet, right?"
"Yeah Uncle Carl, Mommy told me about the hotel worker -- Danica?"
"Danielle. Good. Now tell me you can't wait to be my fucktoy."
"I can't WAIT to be your fucktoy, Uncle Carl."
"Mmm, looking forward to it baby."
We hung up. Now he knew I was using his daughter too. Hannah texted me a photo -- she'd stripped in the living room during the call! She said she wasn't going to wear any clothes until we got there. I texted Susan, and she liked the idea too. Soon I got a picture of the two of them, stretched out nude on the couch.
I texted Danielle and told her we'd pick her up. She gave me her address. I asked for a picture. She sent a shot of her chest, with a thin white top that showed hints of her nipples. I told her to lose the top. A few minutes later -- she'd clearly struggled with the decision -- I got a picture with the top adjusted so one breast with in plain sight.
I gave Melissa another moustache ride. She wanted me to save my cum for that evening. The whole time I was licking my wife, she talked about wanting to watch me fuck. It was going to be one hell of an evening -- my sister, her daughter, a new woman, and my wife watching it all! The day dragged like you wouldn't believe.
Finally we got dressed and headed out. Well, I got dressed. Melissa actually left wearing less than she had been. A tube top -- where had that been hiding -- and a miniskirt and a pair of heels. Melissa folded the tube top in half -- she'd have gotten thrown out of anything but the seediest bars!
We pulled up in front of the address Danielle had given us. It was a large, single home. A minute later Danielle came out, from around the side of the house. I got out, kissed her, which made her nervous, and put her in the back seat. Melissa had moved to the back seat. Danielle got in, and off we went to Susan's.
It was one hell of a rough drive. Traffic was fine, but the distractions from the back seat were intense. Melissa was getting to know Danielle.
"So you're his wife? Holy shit, she wasn't kidding!"
"I'm his wife all right -- the luckiest damn girl in the world. He has a harem because I arranged it. You've seen him, haven't you? He's already been inside you, right?"
Danielle nodded.
"So you've had a taste. You think there's a woman on earth who can take care of him all by herself?"
"Hmmm...."
"I'm so proud of him. And it's such a rush when he comes home!" She blew out a breath of air. "I haven't had many chances to actually watch, so I'm gonna love tonight as much as he will, maybe more!"
I saw my wife put her hand behind Melissa's head and pull her in for a kiss. Danielle resisted at first, but she let Melissa kiss her. Melissa pulled down her tube top and pulled Danielle's hand to her breast. While Danielle touched her, she reached down under her skirt and dipped her fingers into her slit. She brought them up and fed them to Danielle. Or tried to.
"Listen, you need to get in the mood, missy -- this is gonna be a long night!"
"I'm sorry -- I just -- this -- I don't know how I got here!"
"From what I hear, you got here by being attracted to my husband. So attracted that you pulled off his towel right there in the hallway!"
"It was an accident! I just brushed his towel and it fell off!"
"Bullshit" I thought to myself. I didn't say a word.
"Sure, of course. But you came in the room -- bringing drinks they hadn't even ordered, right? You want this. Quit fighting."
"I don't -- listen, I'm engaged! We're getting married in two months!"
"Okay. So you aren't married now. You're going to be a better wife for what you're going to learn tonight, my little virgin!"
"I'm not a virgin! Hell, you said yourself he's already been in me!"
"Oh, trust me sweetie, you're a virgin. Compared to what you'll know this time tomorrow, you're a virgin. And your new husband is going to be much, much happier because of this."
"That's crazy."
"Yeah, kind of I suppose. Doesn't mean I'm wrong." And Danielle gasped. I couldn't see what my wife was doing, but it sounded like she was being pretty convincing.
"Why the fuck did I come back to the room!" Danielle said between gasps.
"Because you could tell he's your magic man. Ask Susan, she can explain it, as much as anyone can. Sometimes two people just can't help but fuck. She resisted for decades, but now we're going to her house because she can't live without my husband's dick. Neither can her daughter."
"What the fuck did I get myself into?"
Then it was just gasps and moans for the rest of the ride.
We parked in the driveway. I helped the women out of the back. Melissa's tube top was more of a scarf. Danielle's panties were around her knees. When she tried to pull them up, Melissa stopped her. I put a arm around each of them and walked them to the door.
Just as we reached the door, it flew open. Hannah flew out, wrapping her naked body around me. She practically knocked the three of us over!
"Uncle Carl! You're here! I've missed you! I know it hasn't been that long but it's been too long!"
I looked over her shoulder and saw my sister. She was leaning against the doorway, naked and smiling.
"Now Hannah, let him get inside before you suck Uncle Carl's dick."
She held out her arms to my wife. "Melissa, come on in!" They hugged, bare breasts pushed together. Hannah let go of me and kissed Danielle. She was too astonished to move, or resist as the naked young woman gave her a body-contact kiss that will forever live in my memory. Somehow Hannah noticed the panties. She squatted down, pulled them off, and threw them into the house. Then her head disappeared under Danielle's dress, and the poor woman almost fell over.
"Come on Hannah, let me introduce you before you eat her alive!" I laughed. Hannah got up, blushing, and I said "Danille, this is Hannah, an incredibly sweet lover and Susan's daughter. Hannah, this is Danielle. She'll be -- well I guess she already has joined us tonight!"
"Not just tonight I hope, she's sexy!" my lithesome little niece said, licking her lips. She grabbed our hands and pulled us inside.
"Daddy left fifteen minutes ago, and Mommy and I have been making sure we earn our lipstick" Hannah said.
"You've already earned it!"
"Mommy has, but have I? Oh well, can't take chances!" Hannah said with a smile.
"Lipstick?" Danielle asked.
Susan and Hannah began undressing her as they explained. "All the women in the harem are getting a tattoo of a lipstick kiss" Susan said.
"Right here!" Hannah pointed to the side of her sexy little mound. "It shows you're a full fledged member of Uncle Carl's harem! One of his women."
"You'll earn yours tonight. It means you never say no to Uncle Carl, and you're also available to the rest of us. We take care of each other -- Uncle Carl -- I mean my husband -- is only one man after all."
"But he's the best!" Hannah said, hugging me again.
"I am NOT getting a tattoo" was all Danielle said. She suddenly realized that Susan and her daughter had undressed her while they explained! She tried to cover herself.
"Listen, you've already had sex with Carl. We've all seen you, and we've all got the same parts. Just relax" Susan said, handing Danielle a drink. I wasn't sure if Danielle would even take it, but she grabbed it and downed it in one shot. Susan took the glass and went to refill it. Hannah caught a look from her mother and helped, bringing drinks for Melissa and me.
Melissa took off her clothes and tossed them onto Danielle's. Then Hannah came up, kissed me, and began taking off my clothes. Susan got behind Danielle and began rubbing her shoulders as they watched my niece undress me. Every part she exposed, Hannah kissed. That led to a bit of a pause in the proceedings after the belt and zipper were taken care of. I was rock hard as my niece took me into her mouth, bobbing her head as we both moaned in pleasure. She wanted more, though, so she got back to the task of removing the rest of my clothes.
By then, Susan was stroking Danielle's breasts as well as her shoulders. Hannah turned around and bent over for me, but her mother said "Hannah, it's Danielle's first night -- wait your turn."
Hannah directed her disappointment right at Danielle, by crawling over and forcing a tongue between the woman's legs. Hannah kept her face between Danielle's thighs. The nervous woman gasped as my niece tongued her clit and my sister teased her breasts. Melissa couldn't bear me standing there alone, so she crawled over and began sucking my cock.
She pulled her mouth off of me and said "go fuck her baby. Make her part of your harem." I saw a glint in her eye that said 'challenge.'
"That sounds wonderful!" I said, and walked over to Danielle. I put a hand behind her head and pulled her to me. I was about to kiss her when I saw the look in her eye. It was fear. I was concerned. I may not have many limits -- something I hadn't know, but the last few months had taught me -- but consent was one of them. I pulled back a little.
"Kiss me" I said. I needed her to make the first move.
"I -- I -- I'm engaged..." she said, looking down -- at Hannah.
"I understand that. I also know you came here tonight, and let us take all your clothes off. Lift your arms -- hold them straight up."
She was surprised by the instruction, but she did it.
"Your breasts look amazing. Women who are engaged can have amazing looking breasts, and even show them off. Right?"
As if reading my mind, Susan stroked Danielle's nipples, making the conflicted woman shudder.
"Kiss me, or you're going to have to beg before you get any of this" I said, wagging my cock at her. She stood firm.
"Okay -- you've been warned. Ladies, one of you at a time may play with her, but don't let her cum. Come here Hannah."
Hannah spun around and threw herself at me. I kissed her -- slowly, passionately, like I was in a graded competition. She was almost breathless when I pulled her down and settled her onto my mouth. I felt a mouth on my flagpole -- my wife was back at work. I put my all into making my niece cum as many times as possible, as hard as possible. I'm pretty sure she was on her third before I guided her onto her back, kissed her, and began making love to her.
Slowly.
Sensuously.
Passionately.
I heard the sounds of a female orgasm. After a few seconds I recognized that it was my wife. I kept all my attention on Hannah. She was loving every second of our coupling. I heard "my turn" and guessed that Melissa was taking over for Susan. I kept moving inside my niece's body, kissing her neck, controlling my buildup.
Hannah orgasmed underneath me. I held myself deep inside her and let her writhe on my cock. I kissed her nipples, gently, as the waves of pleasure stroked her body. She finally panted, and lay back.
Susan appeared under me, kissing her daughter. "Did you like that baby? Uncle Carl is fantastic, isn't he?"
"Mmmmmm, you said it. Is it your turn now Mommy?"
"I'd like that -- I need some too!"
I sat up -- still completely ignoring Danielle. Hannah got up, kissed me, then kissed her mother. Susan sucked her daughter's nipples, then leaned in to kiss me. I set a goal of giving her an even better first kiss than I had Hannah. I started on her collar bone, kissing, then biting with lip-covered teeth. I worked my way up the cords of her neck. Slowly. I kissed her ear. She was stroking me the entire time. I blew in her ear, and she shuddered. I kissed my way toward her mouth, my lips barely touching my sister's skin. When I reached her mouth, I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her breasts to me as my lips and tongue took possession of my sister's, stealing her breath and making her squirm with lust in my arms.
I brought her to the floor. I started by entering her from behind. She sighed as I penetrated her. I set up a slow, deep pace. After a while I stopped completely. She groaned, read my mind, and began fucking herself on my dick. I let her work until the pace got too fast.
I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. I stared into her eyes, silently telling her to go slowly. She got the message. When she took me inside her again, it was more like a mutual, incredibly personal massage than fucking. I kissed her breasts, and sucked her nipples as our bodies moved together. Eventually, though, she began to speed up a bit too much. I wrapped my arms around her, rolled her onto her back, and took the lead in our sensual dance.
She was folded in half, completely under my control. I moved inside her, changing position a bit now and then to enter her at different angles, enhancing or reducing the pressure and strokes on the different areas inside my sister's body. I heard a voice -- pretty sure it was Hannah's -- gasp and moan. How many times was that sweet little thing going to cum? I shifted, taking Susan's pussy so I rubbed against the top of her pussy. I heard another moan, more panting -- building, tension growing, approaching the edge of the cliff -- then an agonized growl. I'm guessing my wife had stopped short of allowing Danielle to cum. Good girl.
I kept moving inside Susan. It was like the drumbeat in a pagan ritual -- slow, powerful, foreboding. I slid myself as deep into Susan as I could go and flexed my leg muscles, hard. It made me throb inside her. My thumb rubbing her clit was all it took to send her into orbit. I'd heard her get louder before, but I'd never seen her ride out an orgasm for as long as she did. I kept flexing and rubbing, and she just kept quivering. At one point I honestly told her "breathe, lover!" She gasped, making her chest heave.
I heard more gasps. I was pretty sure Melissa was sculpting Danielle into a lump of overworked erotic clay. I began thrusting inside my sister again, very slowly picking up the pace.
All of a sudden my attention was pulled away from Susan.
"Oh god fuck me! Okay? Fuck me -- I need that! I don't care that I'm engaged, I need some of that fucking cock and I'll -- just fuck me!"
I looked over and saw Hannah recording with her phone. Holy shit, she got that on tape! On electrons.... She recorded it.
I gave Susan a last kiss, and beckoned Danielle over. "You want my dick?"
"Oh fuck, please, do me like you did them!"
"So you want to join the harem?"
She nodded, reaching for my wet dick.
"Say it."
"I want to join your harem!"
"Lick Hannah's pussy."
"I'm not -- I've haven't..."
I waved Susan and Hannah over. Susan went straight for my rod, sucking it into her mouth. Danielle almost drooled. Hannan knew what to do; she spread her legs in front of Danielle. She looked really sexy, a perfect 'y' with her upper body resting on her elbows.
"If you want me inside you, lick her pussy. But it's not a one-time thing. You get this dick, you're in my harem. Permannently."
Hannah reached down and opened her body, showing off the tiny slit between her lips. Susan was going crazy on my dick. I had to calm her down.
"Now Susan, little sister, save my cum for our new arrival! You'll get it again, but this load is going into Danielle."
Danielle moaned. She crawled over, put her face between Hannah's legs, and had her first taste of pussy. I rewarded her right away. I pulled out of my sister's mouth, rolled Danielle over, and kissed her. Her hair was splayed across Hannah's body as I gave her an intense, passionate kiss.
"Good girl" I whispered to her as my fingers found her slit. She was sopping. I slid my fingers between her lips, then brought them up to my mouth. She tasted amazing. I gathered more of her and brought them to her lips.
"Open up" I said. She looked at me, and parted her lips. I pressed my fingers into her.
"That's it; all my women have to be bisexual. We'll teach you, okay?" She nodded. I pulled my fingers out and kept kissing her. I felt Hannah's hands reach around and tease Danielle's nipples.
"Are you ready to make love?" I asked.
"Please" she gasped, spreading her legs under me.
I moved into position brushing my knob against her lips. I could feel her clit when I moved up a bit. I rubbed it with my dick. She yelped at the sensation, and began moving her hips.
I slid down, lined myself up, and rubbed my knob against her opening. Slow and sensual had worn her down, so I massaged her hole with my helmet, loving the feel of the promised grip. I kept kissing her the whole time. I could feel Hannah was still doing her part.
I put an inch of my dick into her. She gasped, and I made tiny little strokes in and out. Just enough so she would feel the motion.
"Fuck me please, I need all of it! Please?"
I pulled out, and she groaned. I brought myself to her lips. "Open."
She took me in, staring up at me. I gave her less than half. She shuddered, and I saw Melissa behind me. She was stroking Danielle's pussy. I let her suck for a moment, then moved back down.
I slid myself in. Very slowly, very deliberately, but all the way in. "Oh fuck yes!" said Danielle when she felt our pelvises press against each other. I leaned down.
"Make love with me" I said, whispering in her ear. "You're my lover now, so make love with me." She pulled me to her mouth and kissed me. I began sliding in and out, slowly. Her pussy felt amazing. She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had much dick. I could feel her insides grip my invading member. I knew I was stretching her. I stopped at the top of each stroke, as the rim of my knob was gripped by her lips. I'd pause, then slowly slide myself back into her. The other women in the room were silent, staring at us, listening to the sexy little sounds Danielle was making. I took a break from kissing my newest lover and caught my wife's eye. Then Susan's. I made a show of licking both of Danielle's nipples, then nodded. They got the message. Soon Danielle was panting and gasping. A bisexual woman was latched onto both of her nipples. I was stroking in and out of her body. Hannah's hands moved down and rubbed Danielle's clit. She was getting really loud, and not making sense at all; just babbling. I suddenly switched to deep, fast strokes, and she exploded.
"Fuck my pussy fuck my pussy fuck my pussy fuck my pussy AAAAAAAAUGH!" We all maintained our roles in her orgasm, keeping her flying through the wet, stormy clouds of her climax. I was worried she was going to push me over the limit. I flexed my Kegels like mad, and slowed down just a tiny bit. She didn't seem to notice. She didn't seem to be aware of anything but the electricity crackling through her body as the four of us got her off.
As she slowed down, quieted down, I gradually reduced my pace. I had survived with my balls intact. I was hatching an idea for my engaged harem member, and I really wanted to blow her mind. So I was really glad I had held off. I was back to a really slow, deep pace as I kissed her.
"Know what's next, lover?" I asked.
"Anything you want -- anything you want. Holy fuck."
"Good girl" I said, licking the underside of her jaw back up until I was licking behind her ear. She gasped as I pulled out of her.
"Nooooo...."
I rolled onto my back. The other women know what was coming. They guided her onto my mouth. I needed to taste her musk, I needed to see how she'd react to a good licking.
Loudly. She reacted loudly.
"Holy FUCK! What are -- holy FUCK! Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh FUCK!" I started to wonder if she'd ever had her pussy licked before. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulled her to me, and continued trying to ruin her for other men. Trying to ruin her for her fiancée.
I felt lips, then a mouth on my cock. The technique told me my wife was tasting Danielle on my phallus. I saw thighs and a mound. Hannah was kissing Danielle as I licked her. She kissed back, her loud lusty cries muffled by my niece's kisses. It didn't take long before she was cumming again. I loved being immersed in her orgasm. I could see it as her abdomen heaved, convulsions running up and down her toned midsection. I could hear it, as she gasped into my niece's mouth. My tongue was touching her hard little clit. I could sure as hell taste and smell it. That was the best part for me, in addition to knowing she was having another climax. It was almost as good for me as it was for her. I couldn't help humping my wife's mouth a bit as Hannah and I worked Danielle through her orgasm.
She gasped herself out, and I decided we'd been on the floor long enough. I rolled Danielle off of me. I got out from under her, and from under my wife. Hannah was still kissing her, so I brought my dick to the two women. Hannah reached for it, but guided it to Danielle's mouth. I was impressed -- I'd expected her to want the first suck. Danielle took me into her mouth. When Hannah looked up I said "I'm proud of you little one -- that was very considerate. When Danielle and I are finished I'm going to give you one hell of an orgasm."
"Oh fuck, really Uncle Carl?" I nodded, smiling at my youngest lover.
I pulled back, giving Hannah a moment to suck, and then I pulled Daniele to her feet. I gave her a kiss garnished with full body contact. She humped my thigh. Then I led her to the couch. She sat with her pelvis n the edge of the couch. I knelt between her legs, and gave her several long, deep strokes. She was staring into my eyes in awe. I could tell she'd never had an experience like this. I guess it's not every day that many women have three other women in addition to a new cock. I angled myself to rub the front of her pussy walls, making her gasp. Hannah and Susan moved over to suck Danielle's nipples again. I let them have a taste, then waved them back. The next orgasm was going to be all me. I gave her several more deep, slow strokes, then hammered her. It took her breath away. I pounded, then suddenly moved back and dropped my face between her legs. She screamed when then felt my tongue against her asshole. I licked it, then worked my way up until I was at her clit again. I sucked at it. I sealed my lips around t and sucked, pulling on the swollen little nub. I slipped two fingers into her body, slowly sliding them in and out. She was babbling about my tongue and her cunt when I curled my fingers and found her g-spot. She screamed, and her legs snapped shut around my head.
"What the fuck are you doing to me holy fuck fuck fuck that tongue fuck what the fuck AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
I remember wondering if her fiancée knew anything at all about the female body. It was working out for me.
She kept her legs locked around my head for several minutes as I kept pushing her over the orgasmic cliff. I had to grab quick gulps of air when I could, but the priority was her clit. She ground against me, riding my mouth even harder than when she'd been sitting on my face. Her gasps and uncontrolled cries were sensual music.
Susan came over. She wanted a better view, but she also had a suggestion. "Let's take her to bed. I want t sleep in your wet spot, and hers tonight."
"You want to sleep there, or you want your husband to?" I wondered. But I loved the idea.
I got up and took Danielle's hand. Susan led us all to her bedroom, a nude erotic procession. She crawled into her marital bed and pulled Danielle after her. Danielle was progressing quickly. She went straight for my sister's nipple, sucking it while her fingers found Susan's wet little pussy. I got behind them and pressed my cock into Danielle. I licked my thumb and ran it over her sweet, pink little button. She moaned as she suckled my sister's breast. I moved a bit faster than I had been. I was loving the sight of Danielle's upturned ass, with my shaft sliding in and out of her. The walk had almost reset my orgasm clock, so I had plenty of stamina again. The weeks of running my harem had done wonders for my staying power. I felt women pressed against me; Hannah and my wife were on the bed with us too. I rocked back and forth inside my soon-to-be-married lover. I pictured her in a wedding dress, and I fucked harder. I hadn't known Danielle long, but suddenly I was really looking forward to her wedding day. I gripped her ass, fucking harder. Harder. Harder. She was having trouble staying latched to my sister's breast. Devious, sensual ideas were running through my mind as I pounded into her sweet little snatch.
I pushed her down, continuing to fuck as she was pressed into the mattress. I couldn't get as deep when she was laying flat, but we both enjoyed the different sensations. I grunted "Susan, Hannah, switch!"
Susan wriggled out, and Hannah crawled around. She got in front of Danielle, but she didn't present her breasts. She spread her legs. I gasped "lick her!" and without a moment's hesitation Danielle did exactly that. Hannah gasped, and caressed our new lover's head.
I leaned down, kissed Danielle's neck, and fucked her harder. "What if your fiancée could see you now?" I asked. She moaned, quivered, and orgasmed. Well, well, well, miss 'I can't, I'm engaged' was starting to get off on the forbidden! I knew at that moment she was all in. I rewarded her with deeper fucking. I reached around and fondled her breasts as I mated with her.
I rolled her onto her back. I held one leg up against my body, and slid myself deep into her. Hannah wormed around and sucked Danielle's nipple. My niece really was an amazingly sexy little thing. She kissed down from the woman's breast to her clit. Danielle gasped. I rewarded Hannah, pulling out to give her a taste of my pussy-soaked cock. Hannah smiled up at me, and guided me back into Danielle's body. I took her pussy again, and pulled Hannah to me for a deep, sensual kiss.
Then I rolled Danielle onto her back. I got my arms under her legs, slid up and kissed her. My shaft penetrated deep into her body. "Welcome to the harem" I said as I began my final assault on her womb. "Your body is amazing. Are you glad to you came back to our hotel room?" She bit her lip, looked up at me and nodded. "Are you glad you came tonight?" More nods. "Can I tell you something?"
"Anything."
I slid myself all the way in, grinding our bodies together. I whispered "I love that you're engaged. Now grind for me."
She worked her hips like a madwoman. I held her down, trying to keep her from being able to move. It heightened the sensations for both of us. She kept panting and working her hips as best she could.
"Do you want my cum? Do you want my first load of the night?"
"Please oh fuck yes cum in me give me that sperm oh FUCK!"
She'd earned it. She had come so far from when she walked in the door. She had begged for my cock, she had learned to taste pussy, and she'd started getting off on the illicit nature of this group fuck. I couldn't have been more pleased with her.
Instead of flexing to control myself, I began flexing to feed her, to give her the sperm her body needed. I had her folded in half, probing so deeply I could feel her cervix at the bottom of every stroke. I heard my wife say "cum in her baby!" and I did. Hannah licked my nipple as the first massive jet rushed out of me and into my newest harem member. Her cervix was flooded with my cream. I silently wondered if she was on any birth control. That thought made the second rope even more intense. I hoped she was going to carry more tha a bouquet down the aisle. She cried out as the thought of impregnating her put my hips into high gear. I think I may have popped inside her cervix for a moment or two. I had been fucking so long, it was one hell of a load. We were truly mating. I held her down and shafted her as jet after jet of sperm shot out of me and into my engaged lover. I wanted to hold something back to give Hannah a better load, but I couldn't. Danielle's helpless, eager, orgasming body was too much for my dick to take. I throbbed inside her, rewarding myself for every stroke I'd taken in a woman that night. She was flooded. I finally came to rest, still buried in her amazing pussy, feeling my fluids and hers bathing my dick. We panted, recovering while I still held her down underneath me.
"Wow" said Melissa.
"No kidding" my sister agreed.
I rolled off of Danielle and -- no surprise -- Susan dove for her creamy pussy. Poor Danielle went out of her mind. She'd barely had any time to recover and she was being flooded with erotic sensations again! Somehow she endured.
Melissa leaned down, asked me if I was ready, and sucked me into her mouth. I was barely ready. She cleaned my cock as Hannah kissed me. I needed rest.
"Honey, why don't you take Hannah to her room. You need a break, and once you've had one I believe you promised her something" my wife said with a sensual smile. Hannah beamed.
"That sounds fantastic!" I took her hand and she pulled me to her room.
"We'll be here helping Danielle relax!" my wife called after me.
Stepping into Hannah's room was a surreal experience. She pulled down the covers and pulled me in, snuggling against me. It felt amazing.
"Uncle Carl?"
"Yes little one?"
"She's really pretty."
"I only let the most beautiful women in, Hannah."
"Mmm. Can I -- can I tell you something?"
"Of course lover."
"I'm a little jealous."
"Hannah, I'm married. Sharing is part of this deal."
"I know. I -- well -- I'm pretty too, right?"
I leaned over and kissed her, holding her face. "You're a wonderful woman Hannah. You're very pretty, very sexy, and most importantly you really are a sweet, loving, caring young woman. Hell, I feel jealous sometimes when your mother is between your legs. But we're all one big sexy cluster of a whatever we are. Jealousy isn't good. None of us can help how we feel sometimes, but you have to learn to control it, not give in to it."
She smiled at me, and hugged me. "Thanks for not getting upset with me."
"Of course not. Hide it and it festers. Talk it out and, well, it helps a lot. Sometimes solves things comptely."
She slid her young, naked body down mine -- well, my older but hopefully well kept body -- and rubbed her face on my relaxed cock.
"Uncle Carl, can I suck on it?"
"Sure baby -- just don't be upset if it doesn't respond instantly. That was one hell of a session and your Uncle isn't 18 any more. Like some guys I'm sure chase you."
"Fuck 'em. Wait. Don't fuck 'em. You've forgotten more about sex than they'll ever know."
"What? Where are we? Who is this gorgeous little creature taking -- ooooohh."
She laughed, and took me into her mouth. Even soft, it felt really good. I laid back and close my eyes. My niece gently moved me in her mouth. I don't know how long she did that. I think I drifted off briefly.
Then I felt myself get hard. Suddenly all I could think about was my promise to reward her with my next load of cum. I started stroking her hair as her mouth moved faster up and down my shaft.
"Uncle Carl, I've always wanted to give myself to you in this bed. If you only knew how many times I've rubbed myself off thinking about you. I don't know if it was more before we became lovers, or afterward. I don't think I've missed a night since the first time you fucked me."
"Then let's see how the reality compares to your imagination, my sweet little lover." I pulled her up to my face to kiss her. I took her arm, and kissed her palm. I kept kissing until I was licking the inside of her wrist.
"Oh god Uncle Carl, please fuck me! I need your dick!"
I kissed my way down and pressed my face between her legs. She whined, and offered me her wet little pussy. When I licked inside her she yelled "oh FUCK I love your tongue!"
I kissed her pussy as sensuously and deeply as I had kissed her mouth early in the evening. I loved the taste of her pussy -- still do. I feasted between her legs, the little glimpses of her room made me feel like I was back in high school again, but with a hell of a lot more knowledge and staying power. Her firm, slender thighs were open for me, and I tongued deeply inside her body. My nose was buried between her taut folds.
"I love your taste. I love that you stay shaved for me!"
"Anything for you Uncle Carl. Anything -- you make me feel so good, so sexy!"
"Then yell it!"
"Lick my cunt Uncle Carl! Fuck I love your tongue! LICK MY PUSSY!"
I moved up and sucked her clit, making her gasp. I licked it thoroughly, the began kissing my way up her body. I tongued her navel, licked her nipples, and absolutely violated her mouth with my tongue. She worked her hips, and we were coupled. I looked down, adjusting her leg, and caught a glimpse by the doorway. My wife was watching. That brought my arousal -- and cock -- to a whole new level.
Should I say something? I decided to let my wife's voyeurism be our secret, just Melissa and me. Well, and Susan's. And Debbie's. Whatever, I was balls deep in my niece with my wife watching!
"Please take me Uncle Carl -- I'm your lover, I'm your fuck toy, tell me you love my snatch!"
"I'd rather show you" I said, ramming myself into her. She gasped, and a ripple of pleasure rolled over her body.
"I've got you -- unh! - I've got you in my bed Uncle -- ooh! -- Uncle Carl! Oh fuck! I'm sorry I was jealous, truth is I love watching you fuck! I loved seeing you make Mommy cum, seeing you in her bed, seeing you inside Danielle! Seeing you- OAH! - inside your wife!"
"The next time you see Melissa I want you to do something for me" I grunted.
"Anything!"
"I want you to thank her for letting you use this dick, and offer her your tongue. Make her cum -- for me, okay?"
"Anything for you Uncle Carl, including licking other women."
"Good girl. Gotta earn that lipstick, and Melissa should get licked more than anyone!"
"Yes sir. Anything if you'll keep fucking me! But you're right, she's your wife."
I could tell she was trying to make up for her jealousy, but that was okay -- it was a good enough motivation.
I was moving inside her, taking my niece's pussy. Filling it; filling her. I kissed her neck, chewing as much as kissing, while my dick stroked in and out of her body. She wrapped her legs around me, eagerly accepting my intruding thrusts.
"One of these days I'm going to tie you up before I use you little one."
"So you can force me?"
"Because it will please me." I said, giving her an extra-deep thrust.
"That's -- oof! -- all I need to know -- whew -- Uncle Carl!"
I kissed her, sliding my tongue in and trying to pin hers down. She moaned underneath me, taking my dick and my tongue with equal satisfaction. I hope everyone gets to experience having a lover who's longed for them for years. It's amazing. Being inside her was wonderful. Knowing my wife was watching and loving it was literally incomparable.
That reminded me; not only was I fulfilling a promise, I was putting on a show. I pulled out of Hanah (which is never easy, for the record) and pulled her up. As usual, she dove to suck me. I flexed my whole body, then caressed her head as I made love to her mouth. I slowly increased my pace, sliding in and out of her clinging lips.
"Oh, your mouth feels so good. You take it so fucking well. I love your mouth, but you know what?"
"Mmm?"
"I'm not going to cum in your mouth tonight. It feels wonderful, but you watched me cum in Danielle's pussy, and I want to give your pussy a taste -- better than what I gave her!"
"Oh fuck Uncle Carl, yes, fill my little pussy! Drench my little snatch!"
I got behind her, setting her up on her knees and elbows.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want your big, hard dick Uncle Carl!"
"Do you?"
"YES! Please -- please mount me!"
I bent over, ran my tongue from her clit to her opening, over her asshole (making her gasp) and well above it. As I straightened up, my dick sank into her wet, clinging body. At first I knelt behind her, rocking on my knees.
"Oh fuck I love that DICK!"
Fucked her for a while, then got on my feet. I was crouching over her. I wasn't quick enough for her!
"Please put it back in! Please, Uncle CaaaaAAAAHHH!"
I was back inside my horny little niece. I really hoped my wife was still watching as I crouched over her, fucking the upturned slit beneath me. Do women realize how much strength and coordination that takes?
She was taking it, rocking underneath me. She reached back, played with her clit, and suddenly I was fucking and orgasming, yelling little teenager. She babbled obscene nonsense about my cock, her slit, and never letting me pull out. I just kept pumping. I reached down to fondle her breasts, but that almost cost me my balance. Time for a change. I got off, and pulled her onto me. She climbed on, guided me in, and began riding me at a frantic pace. I had made sure we were at a good angle to the door, so my wife could see Hannah's bouncing ass, see me sucking her breast, watch my legs flex. If she was still there. I was pretty sure she was. I was hoping so, actually. The distraction of wondering helped me last as the sexy little teen ground herself on my upthrust cock. Holy fuck, did her pussy feel good.
Suddenly I wrapped my arms around her, rocked forward, and I was standing up. She weighed less than Tammy, so it was easier than the last time I'd fucked a standing woman. I wished there were a window wall to press her against. I wanted to show the world that my little niece was addicted to my cock!
"Oh god Uncle Carl, you're so fucking strong! Fuck me!" I worked my hips, bumping her up and down on my erection. She was moaning, gasping, squealing as I walked around her bedroom.
"Cum for me Uncle Carl. I want your cum. Please? Give it to me, right on my bed?"
"Are you ready little one?" She put her forehead against mine and nodded. I took a few steps to the bed, leaned forward, and we both fell onto her bed. She landed with me between her legs, and the momentum drove me deeper than I had been. She screamed so loud that I heard footsteps. I looked, and all the women had gathered in the doorway. I noticed Danielle had reached over and was fingering my wife.
"Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Fill my pussy Uncle Carl!" Hannah was demanding. I was ready. I began thrusting into her as fast as I could. The slap of my skin against hers sounded like a drumroll, signaling the upcoming event. I heard noises behind me -- I guessed Danielle was making Melissa cum. "Fuck her big brother" was Susan's contribution.
It was coming soon. I was coming soon. I laced my fingers through Hannah's, and spread out her arms. I was pressed against her, with my hips slamming between her legs. "Cum in me in my bed Uncle Carl" she said, and I did. I rammed into her, and my throbbing dick began pumping sperm into Hannah's body. "Oh fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK!" Hannah said, and I felt her quiver underneath me, her legs sticking out as my orgasm pushed her pussy into orgasm as well. We throbbed and writhed against each other.
"Fuck fuck fill me up fuck yes oh fuck never stop fucking MEEEE!"
When it was obvious we were catching our breath, I felt hands on my back. It was my sister and Danielle.
I expected a mouth, knowing my sister, but she simply ran her tongue up the side of my dick. Then she pulled Danielle. "Suck him. Hannah tastes so fucking good on his cock."
Danielle's eyes moved from mine to Susan's to Hannah's as she took me into her mouth. She sucked. All the earlier hesitation was gone. She sucked eagerly, with a fire in her eyes. When she'd sucked me dry she moved to Hannah. "I want to lick you too" she practically growled.
"Okay, but you're not going to get much more of his cum. I want it inside me. I don't want to lose it."
"As long as this helps me earn my lipstick!"
"Sugar, you've earned it. No question" Susan said.
"Well, Mom, don't discourage her!" Hannah said with a gasp. Danielle was clearly becoming very fond of her fellow harem members. I reached over and fingered her. She was very wet. "Oh, fuck me Carl! I want you to fuck me while I lick her!"
I loved the idea, but the flesh was badly in need of some recovery time. So I fingered her. She raised her hips and kept working between Hannah's legs. Soon Hannah was cumming again, and then so did Danielle. It was a quick and sweet little orgasm, but she gave my cock a few sucks to thank me.
"So I'm in the harem now? I've earned my lipstick?"
"We'll make you a appointment tomorrow"
"And that means I have to serve this dick whenever you want me to, right?"
"That's exactly what it means."
"Mmm, good. I didn't know sex could be like this."
"Are you still going to get married?" Susan asked. I hoped so. I was getting some really devious ideas.
"Oh fuck -- well, I -- fuck...."
"You should. I want you to -- we already have one married harem member. It doesn't disqualify you" I said with a smile.
"Holy shit, I know that look -- what do you have in mind you little perv?" my wife asked.
"Lots of orgasms" I said, stroking Danielle's nipple.
"For me?" she asked, shuddering from the stimulation I was giving her.
"Of course -- that's a big part of being in the harem, right Hannah?"
"The biggest part is right here" she said, grabbing my cock. "but being your lover and having all the orgasms is fantastic too!"
"Hey, it's pretty crowded on this bed, and I think we all need to rest. Let's move this party to my bed, shall we?"
We all agreed. I ended up spooning my wife, with Daniielle behind me. Susan and Hannah were in front of Melissa. The sight of all that naked beauty was amazing, but my eyelids were more tired than my cock -- and that was saying something.
I woke to the sound of moaning, and to a wonderful sensation. I cracked a rejuvenated eyelid. Hannah had remembered my instructions, and was working hard to make my wife cum. Good girl.
Danielle was sucking me, her head bobbing up and down on my morning wood. It felt amazing. Morning wood feels fantastic. Waking up while it was getting sucked -- exquisite. Susan stopped watching her daughter and moved around behind Danielle. The moan Danielle gave thundered through my erection. My sister was fingering her, at least at first. Then her face joined her hand. She was doing a good job -- Danielle was getting distracted. I pulled myself out of her mouth and moved around to mount my sister. I gave her some tongue, savoring her taste. Then I gripped her, swept my knob between her lips, and penetrated her. She gasped, but kept licking. Danielle grabbed her head, not pleased with the interruption. She grabbed Susan's head, forcing her to keep licking. That also helped me; I used her pussy as Danielle used her tongue.
"Look Aunt Melissa, Uncle Carl is fucking Mommy! So fucking hot!"
"Women can't resist his dick, can they?"
"His dick, but it's more than that. I loved how he fucks me Auntie Melissa. He just fucks so fucking good!"
"Mmhsh he dthtth" my sister tried to say. Danielle didn't give Susan a break for commentary.
Susan got revenge though; she put her fingers back to work. Danielle squealed, and soon she was cumming on my sister's face. I kept fucking, pounding her deeply until she began squirming, babbling into Danielle's hip. I kept going right through her climax. She kicked her feet, her pussy fluttered, and I was awash in her fluids. The best part of waking up is when your sister cums.
As soon as she gasped her way back to normal, she grabbed a pillow and dove forward, pulling me out of her body. She rubbed the pillow between her legs, then smirked.
"Oh, how silly of me. I rubbed the wrong pillow. Damn. Melissa, are you done with Hannah?"
"I can be you naughty girl. What do you want?"
"I want Carl to fuck her to orgasm."
"Ah, naturally. Danielle, mind taking over for Hannah?"
"I want that lipstick -- make room, sweetie!" she said to Hannah. Hannah moved over and bent over in front of me. It was a glorious sight. Her mother took the other pillow and put it under Hannah, but not the way you'd expect. Hannah was straddling the pillow. I quickly straddled it too, and got right back to work keeping my cock wet. My niece gasped as I helped her pussy do some morning stretching. Susan crawled up, kissed me, and then began working on her daughter. She fondled her breasts, pinched her nipples, even stroked her sweet, pink little asshole. Between the two of us, we had her gushing. It felt amazing.
Soon I heard a familiar, beloved sound -- my wife's orgasm. "Do you hear that Hannah? Danielle is making Auntie cum while Mommy and I fuck you!"
"Nh-hnn!" was the only reply she could manage. She was getting close herself. I changed my angle a bit, gave her a few harder thrusts, and it put her over the edge. She screamed into the mattress as her body convulsed around me. I kept fucking, and Susan reached under her and rubbed the pillow on her daughter's spasming crotch. I was thrusting, feeling her body celebrate our sex. Her legs flexed involuntarily, shooting straight out and flexing. I could barely keep myself inside her, she was suddenly so strong.
Hannah's orgasm ended, and I pulled out. I crawled over to my wife. She spread her legs for me, but pulled me up first. She sucked my wet, rigid cock.
"Hannah tastes delicious on your dick baby."
"I want to give you my cum, Melissa."
"Mmm, such a good husband!"
I entered my wife's body. She kissed me, keeping her legs spread as wide as she could. I was so deep inside my soul mate.
"My pussy is only for you baby!" she whispered. "Be my manly stud and fill it up with your cum. You wet your dick with your sister and your niece, and I loved it, but now I want your cream in me!"
I gave her a few long, deep strokes, then suddenly switched to jackrabbit fucking. So hard and fast, my hips were a blur. Danielle latched onto one of my wife's nipples, and Hannah sucked the other. Melissa orgasmed. I pounded, gasped, and pumped my essence into my wife as my harem worked to pleasure her. Susan kissed me, then crawled around and kissed Melissa. My rock-hard erection swelled with every pump of sperm into my wife's body. All I could think about was how much she turned me on, and how much it obviously turned her on that I was using all these women.
"I love you Melissa. All of you -- you're all so fucking sexy. Holy shit."
I stayed inside my wife as long as I could. Partially because I loved the feeling of being inside her even wetter slit, and partially because I knew the minute I pulled out there would be an oral scrum as the other women tried to suck my dick.
I hate being right sometimes. Okay, this wasn't one of those times. I really enjoyed it. I thought about it, and placed my bet on Hannah. I was shocked when Danielle beat her to it. My wife had a hand on Hannah's neck under her hair, so it was Danielle's eager mouth that sucked my creamy dick in. As she sucked me, I got a picture of her in her wedding dress, on her knees for me.
"Wow, we spent the whole night!" I said as Danielle released my member.
"Didn't expect that -- I loved it though!" Susan said, wiping a pillow between my wife's legs.
"Uncle Carl, can I ask you a question?"
"Of course Hannah, what is it?"
"Why didn't you just take Danielle last night? Why did you let her -- you waited, you made her ask you."
"Wow. Hannah, there's a difference between sexy games and really forcing someone. I'm up for just about anything as long as I have consent. Have I -- honestly, don't hold back -- have I ever made any of you do something you don't want to?"
I was pleased to see a cluster of shaking heads, some 'of course not' comments.
"Sometimes it's very explicit permission, even requests, like last night. Sometimes it's a wink. But the first time it's particularly important Hannah. Don't ever, ever let a guy do anything without your permission!" Susan and Melissa smiled as I explained all this.
"Listen Hannah --" Danielle added. "This should be interesting" I thought to myself.
"Hannah, I was scared as hell when I got in the car last night. And when you all stripped me, holy shit. I -- yeah, I wasn't ready. I had NO IDEA what last night was going to be like. I was impressed Carl even cared enough to notice that I wasn't ready. When I saw he wasn't going to force me, I was -- well, not every guy would have reacted that way. That's when he really started to impress me. And seeing how all of you are with him, knowing you can trust him, even -- wow. Yeah. I've never had a man like him. I don't know what's going to happen --"
"You're getting married, and you're going to be my lover, right?" I interjected.
"I guess so" she said with a blushing smile.
"And then you all showed me how much pleasure we can have together -- mmm. But yeah, his control, his respect, none of this would be what it is without that."
Hannah looked thoughtful, listening to us. Danielle walked up, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
"So really? You still want me to get married? I can't get what you give me from... him."
"You love him, right?"
"Yeah..."
"You want to keep fucking with me -- with us, right?"
"Oh yeah."
"Well there you go."
"Really? It's that simple?"
"With all of us helping, I'm sure it can be" Melissa said, pulling Danielle to her and sucking her nipple.
"You make a hell of a case." Danielle gasped as my wife sucked.
"Well, now that we've settled all of that, I need an IV bag and a few kilos of vitamin B" I announced.
My wife, Danielle and I gathered our clothes. After a last round of kisses, we headed to Danielle's to drop her off.
"Boy, Susan was determined to stain all those pillows as much as she could!" Danielle said.
"Yeah, I wonder where her husband spent the night?" my wife said.
"He wasn't in our way..." was all I said.
"I'll make sure my fiancée doesn't get in our way either stud. You looked positively predatory when I talked about....
"I have your consent, right?"
"You sure as hell do lover!"
"Are there limits?"
"Hmm. You're not going to tie me to a bridge or anything like that are you?"
"Fuck, Carl, she guessed it in one!" Melissa and I laughed at the look on Danielle's face.
"No, probably not. I mean I'll double check if I decide...."
"Oh, fuck it -- don't fuck me in front of his parents. Or him. Probably not in front of him. You know what, don't fuck me in front of his parents, and don't leave bruises -- especially where I can't cover them up."
"Fine. That's easy to work with. And you know what?"
"What?"
"You're going to have one hell of a wedding day."
Her hand moved to her crotch, and she shuddered. "Sounds like I need to update the guest list."
"Yep -- 'hey baby, I'm adding my lover and a plus one, that's okay right?'" I said in a falsetto voice. Melissa and I laughed. Danielle was breathing heavily.
We dropped her off at her house. She turned before she disappeared around the side of the house and blew us a kiss with both hands.
"Wow. I think she's gonna be a pistol" was my wife's summary.
A couple of days later, all the women who'd had appointments got their tattoos; Melissa, with a little crown above her lipstick. Susan, Hannah, Tammy and Laurie. We had an appointment for Danielle a week later.
My wife wasn't feeling up to sex while her tattoo healed, so she called Danielle. Danielle asked if I could come over to her place. "Send lots of pictures!" was Melissa's answer.
I drove over, walked around back and knocked. Danielle answered, wearing high heels and a black lace necklace that almost looked like it was painted on her skin. Her bright red lipstick literally was painted on her skin. She looked wonderful.
"It's so good to see you lover!" she said. I kissed her, pulling her against me with handfuls of her ass. "I'm so glad your wife let you come to my place. I wanted you to see it -- and get fucked in my bed" she said with a sultry smile. I fall asleep thinking about Susan sleeping on those wet fuck pillows, and I get so jealous." She dropped to her knees, working to free my dick.
"I also think about her husband smelling the sex we all had." Her mouth engulfed me. "Want to know something?" She plunged me into her mouth so deep she gagged a bit.
"What, lover?"
"It really turns me on. I can't wait to cheat on my husband with you. I want to be a naughty wife for you."
"And Melissa and the rest of the harem?" I said while she bobbed on me.
"Anything you tell me to do baby -- I love the taste of your wife, actually. I should have invited her too!"
"Oh, speaking of my wonderful wife, she wanted pictures!"
"Make 'em good!" she said while I got my phone. She sucked me into her mouth, and stared at the camera as I took a few shots. I sent the first one to my wife and told her "Danielle says you taste delicious!"
"Sit on your table and spread your legs!" She smiled and lifted her legs in a perfect vee. It put her snatch on display, and I drooled as I took a couple that showed her face and all of her body. Then a couple of closeups of her sweet little slit.
My wife's reply to the closeup was "you'd better eat your dinner baby!"
I pushed Danielle back on the table, got a chair, and sat down to my favorite meal -- fresh pussy! I kissed up her thigh, then ran my fingers between her lips. She was already very aroused, and I took the wet fingers and fed them to her. She licked them with gusto. I did the same to her sweet vagina. I started low. After practicing my deep tongue technique I moved up. I had barely touched her clit when she clamped her thighs around my head and began cumming. She babbled my name as her clit throbbed under my tongue. I normally would have clicked up all the fluid she was leaking, but I let it flow down. Her wetness dripped over her asshole and onto her table. If she liked the thought of sex stains, I was going to give her some.
I pulled her to me, moved to the kitchenette, and sat her on the counter. I slid my cock right into her, fucking her in her kitchen. She wrapped her arms around me and held me to her as we fucked.
"My bed -- please -- fuck me on my bed!"
I hooked my arms under her knees and picked her up. In her little apartment it wasn't far from the kitchen counter to her bed. She fell back and I stayed inside her, thrusting into her right where she slept every night. She lifted her legs, letting me mate with her, moaning out her gratitude for every thrust.
"Has your fiancée ever fucked you here?"
"Twice. Not as well as you do!"
"Well he's not going to fuck you here again. In fact, make him wait for the wedding.
"Okay -- it won't -- oof! -- be hard for him, I've -- oooh -- got a much stronger -- oof -- sex drive."
"Oh DO you?" I said, giving her an extra hard thrust.
"Fuck me baby! Yes I fucking do! Fuck your cheating slut!"
"Hang on, I need to get a picture or two." I pulled out of her, and she immediately replaced my cock with her fingers, writhing on her back.
"Roll over." She rolled onto her stomach and kicked her high heels in the air. Excellent photo.
"On your knees baby." She lifted herself onto her knees, keeping her chest pressed to the bed. She looked over her shoulder at me, licking her lips. It was a beautiful pose. Then I had her get on her hands and knees, and got a profile shot. Her breasts looked wonderful. I sent the first one to Melissa.
"You better have already fucked that pussy!" was her sexy reply.
"Yes dear. I have dear. Anything for you dear." I wrote back. I slid myself between her lips and got a shot of my dick inside her. I sent it to my wife.
"Good boy -- fuck her and bring me a wet dick!"
I put down the phone and got to work, railing my lover, my mistress, my harem mate.
"Oo, fuck me just like that! Fuck I love your dick! I love being your lover!"
"I love fucking you - you feel so fucking good on my cock!" I gave her a series of quick, shallow strokes. Then I rammed into her. I was pounding away, hard and fast, when her phone rang.
"That's Alan!" she said.
"Get it -- pick up."
"Really?" she twisted her naked body to look at me. I nodded.
She answered with a chipper "Hi baby!"
"In bed already -- needed some rest. It was a long, hard day."
I opened her legs. She stared up at me in shock.
"What? Oh, yeah, sure baby!"
I slid into her. She stifled a gasp.
"Sorry, I -- yeah, probably some cats outside or something. What?"
"Sure, whatever you want. I know your mother -- yeah, sure."
I was fucking as hard as I could without making too much noise. Danielle stared at me as she tried to maintain a normal conversation.
"No, that's not -- no, fine, no problem. Yeah, it's gonna be amazing. Especially since we're going to wait. Yeah, I decided no sex until the honeymoon. It will make it more special baby."
"I know. Sure. We'll just put them where the Mikoses were going to sit. Sure."
"No fucking way. We're not cheaping out on that -- you want people to have fun, you have a open bar. Right. Make it happen."
I was getting close by then. Listening to her discuss wedding plans while I fucked her was really hot. I rolled her over, making the bed squeak a bit. I kept fucking.
"Just laying on the couch. Wish you were here. Well, you could just hold me!"
I licked my thumb, and pressed it against her asshole. She gasped, loudly.
"Just dropped some ice down my shirt. Yep, right in the cleavage. Well, maybe not bare -- you might get too horny and have trouble waiting for the honeymoon! We'll see. No, no baby. Yep."
I was getting really close. Danielle was having more and more trouble keeping her voice from betraying what we were doing.
"Yep -- love you too baby! Sleep well!" She swiped to end the call, and I pressed my thumb into her ass. It was actually an accident; I slammed into her as my orgasm started, and she exploded on my dick -- and my thumb! I was shooting my sperm into this engaged woman's cunt. I was taking her, marking her as mine from the inside. Soon she'd be marked from the outside as well, with a tattoo on the pussy I was filling. Our bodies ground together as she took my cock and the sperm it was giving her.
"Holy shit that was fucking hot! I could barely think while you fucked me. Can we do that again?"
"What?" I asked, moving my bare manhood inside her. "Fuck while you talk to...."
"Alan. Yeah, I want you to fuck me again while I talk to him. Could you feel how wet it made me?"
"I felt how it made you cum, that's for sure!"
"Mmm -- hey, I want to taste how wet it made me!" She turned around and sucked me into her mouth. I noticed my phone and got a quick picture. Then I grabbed a handful of Danielle's hair and got another.
When I let her up, she said "Baby, I love being your fucktoy!"
I smiled, and said "keep sucking." She quickly took me back into her mouth. I laid back and let her work, enjoying the sight of her mouthing my dick. Being served by a woman is amazing. I thought about fucking her while she was on the phone, and got harder. Danielle noticed, and loved it. She started sucking harder, and stroked my balls.
"Who does everyone think your pussy belongs to?"
"Alan, my fiancée." She dragged out the last word.
"Does it belong to him?"
"No. It belongs to you, Carl, my lover."
"Where do you want it?"
"Back in my pussy."
"Does Alan use condoms?"
"Every time."
"Do you want me to use a condom?"
"No. I want this bare dick in my unprotected pussy. I've watched you push it into other women, bare, and I want it bare too."
"Good girl. Roll over."
She got on her back and spread her legs, holding her inner lips open.
"Mount me like Alan never has -- shove your bare dick in here lover!"
As wet as she was, with her lips held open for me, I took possession with no resistance except the tight grip of her young snatch. She was several years older than Hannah -- I didn't know exactly at the time, but I found out later she was twenty-six. That made her half my age.
"Make me a bad girl" she sighed as my penis violated her engaged pussy. "I can't wait until you're fucking my married cunt! Will you like that?"
"That's gonna be so fucking hot. I'm going to be the last one inside you before you take your vows, and the first one inside you afterwards."
"Yeah you are lover -- now I'm REALLY looking forward to my wedding day!"
She wrapped herself around me and took my dick. I used her body, moving in her in deep, long strokes.
"Carl, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure lover."
"it's kind of personal." We both laughed at that, considering what we were doing.
"Is Susan really your sister?"
"You better believe it."
"Wow; so Hannah is really --"
"My niece, absolutely. My hot, sperm-drinking little niece. Here --" I called up Hannah's text messages. "Tell her it's you and ask her who she gave her virginity to."
Danielle took the phone -- I had to lean upright to give her room. She typed "Danielle here -- who was your first Hannah?"
"Uncle Carl was the first in my pussy" heart emoji "he was the first and IS the only man to cum in my snatch. Is he fucking you Danielle?"
"Yes, want to see?" She took a picture when I was on an outstroke; her wetness was glossy on my shaft.
"Suck him for me, right now please!" came Hannah's reply.
Danielle pushed, crunched her body, and my knob disappeared between her lips. She handed me the phone and I took a picture.
"Back in my little kitty now lover!" she said, and sent the photo to Hannah.
"You're a good harem mate" Hannah replied. "Take good care of him!" She signed off with a photo of her tattoo. It was beginning to heal.
Danielle put down the phone and pulled me to her again, wanting all the contact she could get.
"So you fuck your sister, and your niece -- how long? Have you fucked her your whole life?"
"No, it's almost a year now. It helped get this harem started" I explained. "She brought Hannah in -- Hannah had been crushing on me for a while, so I'm told."
"Doesn't seem to be much doubt, the way she loves having 'Uncle Carl' inside her!"
"I mean I never knew until the threesome."
"You took her virginity in a threesome?"
"With Susan, yes."
"Mmm, I bet you make it wonderful for her."
"I tried. So can I ask you a question?"
"As long as you keep fucking me!"
"It's kind of personal" I said with a smirk.
"Haven't we been through this? I love my virginity at -- well, I was almost nineteen. I don't swallow for Alan, and your women are the first time I've swung both ways."
I laughed at her proactive disclosure, but she hadn't guessed my question. "Why are you marrying Alan?"
"When you fuck me SO much better?" she finished the question for me. "Look at me -- SO MUCH better!"
"Thank you my dear, I'm glad. But yes, why are you going through with it?"
She paused for a few moments. I kept moving inside her. I really wanted to know, but my gawd she felt amazing. I couldn't stop.
"I guess it's expected. It's the safe thing to do. It's -- well, it's normal. And until I met you I was amazingly, remarkably normal. It will make my parents happy, and his."
"So -- wow. Is that a reason to get married?"
"Well, he's a great guy and I really think it will work for us. But... can I tell you a secret?" She drew her legs up and covered her breasts. It was almost like she was trying to hide as we fucked.
"Doesn't seem like we have many at this point" I said, moving slowly inside her body.
"It's great being engaged and being your fucktoy, your lover. In your harem. I want to be married and still be your harem girl."
I throbbed inside her. "Mmm, seems the harem's tool likes what he hears. Tell me I'll be your married lover, your cheating fucktoy."
"You will baby, as long as you want to." Truth be told, this was turning me on too.
"I can't wait to see what you'll make me do in my wedding dress. I've always been such a good girl, and I'm still going to be -- except for being your harem girl. And Melissa's, and Susan's, and -- all of them!"
"So you'll be my -- our -- secret slut?"
"Fuck yes -- I need this!"
"How's the tattoo going to work with that idea?"
"I'll figure something out. It won't be hard -- trust me."
"Okay, I do. So here's what I want. I want you to play up that 'good little girl' thing so much you hardly ever fuck your husband. Tease him, show off, then tell him you're scared, or good girls don't really do that or whatever."
"What you want? Besides my pussy?"
"Am I hurting for pussy?" I saw her contemplate this question, the nod.
"Good. I intend to fuck you a lot more than he does, as long as you're in the harem." She was nodding. Now there was a look of anticipation in her eye.
"There's one more thing you have to agree to." She smiled, and said "have to? What about all that consent stuff you told Hannah?"
"There's the door. Well, I can go out the door since we're at your place. Right now, 'have to' means 'unless you are ready to leave the harem." That made her look nervous. Good.
"I'm going to seduce you. I'm going to make you fall in love with me. You want me to be your forbidden physical release, well, I am going to give you more than you bargained for, and you're going to agree." I was still moving inside her; I slowed a bit. She was enjoying the physical act, but she also look a bit confused, maybe even worried. "And then thank me. And then beg." I was moving very slowly but deeply inside her now. I was teasing her clit with my fingers as I made love to her. She was gasping.
"I am not going to hide any of this from the harem, but it will be... discreet. If you agree, say 'please seduce me.' You have ten seconds to decide -- decide about this, and about staying in the harem. One." I gave her a long, slow stroke.
"Two." I began rubbing her clit as I slowly penetrated her body.
"Three." I had said ten seconds, but each stroke was five or six seconds, in and out. I was being more than fair, giving her much more time to decide.
I was being incredibly unfair -- no one thinks clearly so close to orgasm. And I was pretty darned sure she was close to orgasm.
"Four." I kept rubbing her clit, and ran the tip of my tongue over the tip of her nipple. I pulled in a breath to continue counting when she loudly said "Please seduce me! Please, fucking please, seduce me you fucker!"
"Oh you sweet little thing, you sound so... agitated. Are you sure?" I said, and gently sucked her nipple into my lips while I gave her a thrust that shook the bed.
"YESSSS!" she screamed, and orgasmed. I worked my fingers on her clit, sucked her nipple, and fucked, trying to give her an unusually intense experience. Pretty sure I succeeded.
"That's it lover, cum for me, cum on my dick oh god it feels so fucking good having your amazing pussy cum on my DICK!" I said. I was close, but I held back. When she had returned to earth, I slipped out of her and put my face between her legs.
"Oh fuck yes" she purred. I started at her mound and worked down, very slowly. Her body reeked gloriously -- her climax had flooded her crotch, and it was going straight to my brain. I was high on pussy, high on everything she'd agreed to. I pictured myself under her wedding dress, licking her as she stood at the altar, stealing not just her body but her heart. I wondered, idly, what Melissa would tell me to do with it once I'd won Danielle's heart.
I brought my attention back to the wet, horny pussy under my mouth. I licked slowly, teasing her. I made love to her with my tongue, licking inside her. Then I suddenly swept up through her folds, going straight for her clit. I stroked it with my tongue, sucked on it, ground against it. All I had to do was add some fingering and she was cumming again!
Honestly I was a bit disappointed. I had wanted a longer cooldown for my cock, so I could last longer. But when a woman is that hot to trot, what are you going to do?
I knew what I was going to do -- show her how much she turned me on!
I crawled up her body. She opened her legs. I slid in.
"Oh fuck -- you sexy little thing, I'm not going to last much longer! You're too tight!"
"Am I baby? Is my pussy that hot? I want to feel you blow your load in me -- come on lover!"
I decided it was time, and hammered away as hard as I could. She stared down, even thought I doubt she could see anything, and mouthed meaningless words. I ejaculated. I filled her. "So fucking sexy, you amazing little nymph!" I moaned into her ear. "Your pussy was made for my dick!"
I fondled a breast as I pumped myself into her. She gasped with every rope that soaked her insides. I held her close to me as our mating came to the natural, breathtaking conclusion.
"That was incredible. You're amazing my lover!"
"Whew. You're amazing Carl. Wow."
We held each other for a while. I ran my fingers over her body, enjoying the sensation of my fingertips on ger smooth, bare skin.
After a while, my phone buzzed.
"Better check that, it might be one of the lipsticked!" Danielle said. She was right. I found my phone.
"It's Melissa."
"You're needed at home, I bet." She was right. It was time, but I made sure my lust for her was obvious as I agreed. It wasn't faked, either -- she was hot. I could have gone another round or two.
"Yep, I gotta go -- buy hey, when is your tattoo appointment? Day after tomorrow, 4:00?"
"That's right. I can't wait!"
"Can I come with you?" I reached out and took her hand in mine. "I want to hold your hand while you get it done."
"I'd love that!"
"It's a date."
I got dressed, gave her a tender goodbye kiss, and headed home to my wife.
"How was your date?" she asked after giving me a very passionate 'welcome home' kiss.
"Really sexy. Listen, I'm going to seduce her."
"What? Going to -- what have you been doing all this time?" she asked, a confused look on her face.
"Oh, we fucked, absolutely. Taste and see if you'd like." That got me a smile.
"Then what do you mean?"
"I'm going to make her fall in love with me -- where it goes from there will be up to you, my wife!"
A look of skepticism melted away under erotic anticipation. "Oh, you dirty boy. That's -- wow, that's just cruel!"
"Is it? Is it cruel to make someone happy? To make her feel special, treasured?"
"Just don't forget who wears the crown, you devious bastard" she said with a smile.
"Like I said, you decide how this ends. Anything from throuple to abandon her to her marriage, it's up to you."
"I had no idea you had such a devious mind" my wife said. "I love it. Now, you said something about taste and see?"
She pulled me into her mouth, feasting on the evidence of my fucking.
"By the way, we're going to the wedding."
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Lonely Desire
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Interracial Love
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Lonely Desire
Cherry Springs, 1979
It was Summer, and the street was full of kids running around playing, and adults sitting on porches talking to friends and neighbors. They all looked up as the police car rolled slowly down the block, and went on with their activities as it continued.
The car stopped in front of a simple one-story craftsman house with a red-brick exterior and black-tiled roof. Officer Phil Danbury of the Cherry Springs PD checked the address on the mailbox against the one written in his notepad, and seeing that they matched, got out of his cruiser.
Even under normal circumstances, Danbury would be noticeable, standing six feet tall with broad shoulders and dark-brown skin. The shoulder holster that he wore on duty made sure that he stood out in a crowd.
Danbury made sure his weapon was secure before walking up the pathway to the house. He stepped up onto the porch and rang the doorbell. Through the closed door, he could hear the sounds of music in the house. After a few moments with no answer, he pushed the doorbell again.
"I'm coming! Hold on!" Officer Danbury saw the silhouette of a person through the door window before it was opened. Standing in front of him was a woman of about average height. Her hips were squeezed into a pair of black capri pants, and her ample bosom was on display in the pink blouse she was wearing, the upper buttons undone. From inside the house, the voice of Teena Marie could be heard belting out a song.
"Are you Ms. Charlotte Bellini?"
"Yeah, I am," the woman responded, a cigarette in her fingers and frustration evident in her hazel eyes. She took a moment to take in who was standing in front of her. "Oh, fuck, what happened now?"
"We picked up your son, Daniel, earlier today. One of our officers caught him and a couple of his friends smoking marijuana behind the old abandoned Batista Hotel."
"Goddamit!" Charlotte exclaimed. She took a pull on her cigarette and turned her face away from the officer before blowing the smoke out. "I warned hm to stay away from those fucking trouble makers."
"Well, it looks like he didn't heed your warning, and now we have him down at juvie. I've been sent to bring you down there so you can see him."
"Shit. Okay. Give me a minute to get my shoes on," Charlotte said. She backed away from the door and gestured for Danbury to come in before padding barefoot across the carpeted room. She stopped in front of the stereo and turned it off before going down the hallway to her bedroom. She appeared a couple of minutes later with a pair of black peep-toe kitten heels on her feet and a white purse over her shoulder.
"Okay, Officer..."
"Danbury. Officer Danbury, ma'am."
"Okay, Officer Danbury. I'm ready to go and see my damn son."
The two of them walked out of the house and made their way to the parked police car. "Do you mind?" Charlotte asked, holding a cigarette in her fingers.
"No, go ahead," Danbury answered, starting the car.
Charlotte lit the cigarette and cranked the window open. The two of them rode in silence. Danbury had enough experience in these situations to know that trying to engage a parent in small talk when they were on their way to see a child locked up in juvenile detention often just made them more annoyed.
Twenty minutes and two cigarettes later, they arrived at the detention center. Danbury parked in a spot close to the entrance and escorted Charlotte into the building.
"Hey Danbury," the officer at the front desk greeted him.
"How's it going, Pearce? How's the family?"
"Kids are driving me insane, and my wife loves spending my money. So, you know, the usual," Officer Pearce said with a hearty laugh. "What brings you here?" he asked, tilting his head to peer at Charlotte.
"This is Ms. Bellini. We picked up her son Daniel this afternoon, and she's here to see him."
Pearce's eyes scanned the logbook in front of him. "Bellini. Bellini. Ah, here we go, Daniel Bellini, age seventeen. Brought in this afternoon on a possession charge. Danbury, take Ms. Bellini to Room 9, and I'll have him brought down."
Officer Danbury led the woman to the appropriate room and waited in the room with her until there was a knock on the door. He opened it, and another officer led Daniel Bellini into the room.
"I'll be outside when you're done," Danbury said to Charlotte before exiting the room. The officer who escorted Daniel posted himself right outside the door.
About ten minutes later, Phil was leaning against the front desk, talking to Pearce, when Charlotte walked down the hall towards the front door. Danbury cut his conversation with Pearce short before approaching the woman.
"How did it go? Is he okay?"
"You mean besides being locked up in juvie because he decided to be a dumbass?" Charlotte answered, visibly annoyed.
"Okay, I guess that was the wrong question to ask," Danbury said, walking with Charlotte to the exit. "Do you need a ride back home?"
Charlotte looked at Officer Danbury as if she was going to give him another angry response, but she stopped herself. "That would be nice," she said. "It would save me having to call a friend or a cab."
The two of them walked back out to the police car and settled in for the ride back to Charlotte's home.
"I'm sorry about giving you attitude earlier," Charlotte finally said, exhaling the smoke of another cigarette.
"It's okay, it's not your fault. I know how stressful things like this can be for a parent. I see it all the time."
"I just don't understand why he has to be so damn hard-headed."
"Boys can be like that. We always have to test our boundaries, especially at that age."
"But why can't it involve girls? Why something that gets him arrested?"
Phil Danbury shrugged in response. "While you were in the room with him, I made a phone call. I know the judge who's assigned to his case. If you want, I can take you to see him Monday morning before court."
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"I don't wanna see a kid like that fall through the cracks," Danbury answered.
"You know what's fucked up? I work nights at the hospital just to provide for my son, and he goes and does some shit like this."
"He's not so far gone that he can't be put back on the right track," Phil said.
"I just need to keep him out of jail."
"We'll work on that when I take you to see Judge Parker on Monday."
At this point, they arrived back at the Bellini home. Charlotte opened the door and stepped out of the car. "Thank you again for the ride, and for listening to me rant."
"It's okay," Phil said, smiling at the single mother. "I'm just trying to help give the kid a second chance."
"I really appreciate it." A look came over Charlotte's face, as if she wanted to say something else, but wasn't sure.
"I'll see you Monday morning," Phil said, saving her from the awkward pause.
"Yeah, see you on Monday, Officer Danbury." Charlotte closed the car door, and Phil watched as she made her way up the walkway to her house. Charlotte looked back, and Phil waved at her, hoping she didn't see him watching her ass sway as she walked. She returned the wave, and Phil drove off.
Monday morning found Officer Danbury pulling up to the Bellini house at the appointed time. He had called Charlotte the day before to establish what time would be good for her. He remembered that she worked nights and wanted to make sure she wouldn't be sleeping or anything. He saw he didn't need to worry when he parked the car and saw Charlotte sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. She waved to him and stood up, letting the cigarette dangle from her lips as she slid her purse over her shoulder. This time, Charlotte was wearing a sky-blue pleated skirt that came down to her knees, a black button-down blouse, and silver heels. Phil felt a rush of excitement as Charlotte walked towards the car. He tamped it down, hoping it wasn't obvious on his face as Charlotte reached for the car door.
"Good morning, Officer Danbury," she said, settling into the passenger seat."
"Good morning," he responded.
"Thanks again for doing this," Charlotte said as Phil pulled off.
"It's no problem, really. Just trying to do my job." The two of them rode the rest of the way in silence. Charlotte rolled down the window and finished smoking her cigarette. She was trying not to let her nervousness overwhelm her.
They arrived at the courthouse, and the two of them walked in together. They stopped at the front desk, and Danbury introduced them to the clerk. "Officer Phil Danbury, and I'm here to escort Ms. Charlotte Bellini to a meeting with Judge Truman."
The clerk looked in her book and found their names. "Okay, you can go up. Room 322 on the third floor," she said, pointing to the elevators.
Danbury noticed Charlotte's nervous shuffling as they waited for the elevator. "It'll be okay," he said, gently grabbing her hand. "This will all work out." Charlotte just gave him a nervous smile in response, and didn't pull her hand away until the doors opened and they stepped into the elevator.
Their footfalls echoed down the hallway as they walked towards the judge's office. Danbury knocked on the door and waited until he heard a voice say, "Enter." The two of them walked into the room. Behind a dark oak desk sat Judge Truman, a White man in his mid-50s with salt-and-pepper hair and ruddy skin. A smaller desk was in the corner, where Judge Truman's clerk sat, with a typewriter and notepad on her desk. On the wall behind the judge was a bookcase full of law books.
"Good morning, Judge Truman," Danbury said, standing in front of the judge's desk. "I'm Officer Phil Danbury, and this is Ms. Charlotte Bellini, the mother of Daniel Bellini."
"Ah, yes, the marijuana possession case," Judge Truman answered. "Please, take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. Phil and Charlotte sat down as Judge Truman's clerk brought a file folder over to him.
They sat in silence as the judge looked over the file for a couple of minutes. When he was done, he looked up and began asking Charlotte questions. They were mostly about Daniel's upbringing and any problems he had before. Judge Truman also asked about Charlotte's job and what she did.
"Look, Ms. Bellini, here's how it is," Judge Truman said, standing up and coming around the desk. He stood in front of Charlotte and Phil, leaning back against the edge of his desk. "This is your son's first offense, and he
is
a minor. However, I can't be seen as being too lenient on drug offenses."
"I understand, Judge. I really want to help my son out. Is there anything I can do?" Charlotte asked, leaning forward, giving the judge a good view of her ample cleavage in the blouse.
Judge Truman paused as he looked down her blouse. His cock became semi-erect in his pants and gave an imperceptible twitch. "I'm always up for a negotiation," he finally said.
Charlotte looked at Phil, who was watching what was happening, and the clerk, who was jotting things down in her notepad. Charlotte then reached up and lightly touched Judge Truman's crotch. "What kind of negotiation did you have in mind?"
Judge Truman unzipped his pants and gave Charlotte a nod. With no hesitation, she reached in and fished his manhood out. Ignoring the fact that there were two other people in the room, one sitting right next to her, she stuck her tongue out and playfully licked the tip of Judge Truman's pink cock head. She could already taste the judge's precum.
Without even looking up at the judge, Charlotte opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the judge's shaft. Truman's manhood was an average size, so she pushed her head forward more, relaxing her jaw until she felt the tip of his organ reaching the back of her throat.
"Good God, woman!" Judge Truman exclaimed, not ready for the feeling of his member being engulfed with such enthusiasm. Sitting next to Charlotte, Phil could do nothing but watch as a little bit of saliva escaped from her lips and dripped down the older man's balls.
Pulling back a little, Charlotte expertly took in a breath as she continued sucking and licking the manhood in her mouth. With his hands behind him on the desk, Judge Truman could do nothing but close his eyes and enjoy the feeling of Charlotte's warm mouth on his cock. He could feel her tongue licking up and down his length, and the suction she applied every time she pulled back a little.
Taking a deep breath and holding it, Charlotte once again pushed forward, deep-throating Truman. "Fuck!" he murmured, his knees buckling a little. Charlotte knew she had the judge in her spell, and moved her head with more energy. The only sounds in the room were the judge's soft moans of pleasure and the gagging noises coming from Charlotte as she worked on the cock in her mouth. When she pulled back again, the judge's shaft was completely covered in her spit.
Sensing that the man standing in front of her was close, Charlotte applied more suction and started humming. Judge Truman felt like his whole body was vibrating, starting from his dick and radiating out.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Hhhhnnnnnnhhh," the judge grunted, blasting a stream of hot semen into Charlotte's mouth. Without stopping, the concerned mother kept her lips wrapped around Truman's member, not letting a drop of his cum escape. When she felt his cock starting to soften a little, she pulled her head back, giving his tip a final lick. Reaching into her purse, Charlotte pulled out a tissue and used it to wipe the corners of her mouth.
"Well, Ms. Bellini," Judge Truman said as he began tucking his cock back into his pants, "I do believe I can find a little wiggle room to give your son a more amenable sentence."
"I would greatly appreciate that, Judge Truman," she replied, the tissue balled up in her hand.
The judge walked back around his desk and sat down, looking over the file again. Since this is young Daniel's first offense, I think I would be okay with him being on probation until he turns eighteen in a few months."
"Probation? So he won't have to be locked up?"
"No, he won't, so long as he continues to stay out of trouble." Judge Truman looked over to Phil. "Officer Danbury, since you were the one who brought her to the detention center, and also here to this meeting, would you be open to acting as Daniel's probation officer?"
Phil looked from Judge Truman to Charlotte. He could see the concern in her eyes, her silent plea for continued help evident to him. "Yes, Judge Truman, I would be okay with that."
"Good man, good man," the judge responded, writing notes in the file. "Well, with that done, that's pretty much it, Ms. Bellini. If you and Officer Danbury would be willing to wait downstairs, I'll have my clerk draw up the papers for you to sign, and we'll work on keeping young Mr. Bellini on the straight-and-narrow."
"Yes, Judge Truman. Thank you so much for everything," Charlotte said, a tear forming in her eye.
"I can see how much you care for your son," Truman responded, looking at the woman. "Boys need caring mothers like you." A smile appeared on the older man's face.
The meeting wrapped up a couple of minutes later. Charlotte and Phil sat in the lobby in silence. Charlotte was afraid to bring up what she did in the office, not wanting to see any judgmental looks that Officer Danbury might give her. Phil allowed her to sit with her thoughts. After the papers were signed, the two of them climbed back into Danbury's car, and he drove back to Charlotte's house.
"Thank you again for what you've done for me and my son," Charlotte said as the car parked in front of her house.
"I'm just trying to do the right thing," Phil answered.
"Is there anything I can do to repay you?"
Phil's heart raced at Charlotte's question. He thought for a second and realized that he didn't want Charlotte to think that he was willing to take advantage of her situation like Judge Truman.
"That's okay, Charlotte," he finally said, making sure to not address her by her last name and sounding formal. "Like I said before, I don't want to see him fall through the cracks."
"Well, hopefully he won't," she said, opening the car door. "I guess I'll be seeing you soon."
"Yeah, when I drop by to check in on Daniel," Phil said.
"Have a good day, Officer Danbury."
"Go get some rest, Charlotte," he said, before she closed the car door. Phil watched again as the woman walked up to her house, and when she looked back at him, he didn't try to hide the fact that he was watching her. Charlotte turned back towards the house, not sure how to feel.
A couple of days later, Charlotte was walking down the hall of the hospital, ready to leave from her overnight shift, when she saw Officer Danbury leaning against the reception desk, chatting with the receptionist.
"Hey, Officer Danbury. What are you doing here? Official business?"
"Louise here is my neighbor, and she told me you get off at five. So I was hoping it would be okay with you if I gave you a ride home."
Charlotte, surprised by this revelation, looked at Louise, who gave her a wink and a smile. "Uh, sure, that would be great," she answered. "That saves me cab fare."'
"See you later, Louise," Phil said, getting ready to walk with Charlotte.
"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, Louise," Charlotte added, throwing her friend a quick look.
"See y'all later!" Louise called after them in a sing-song tone.
Charlotte and Phil rode in silence for a while, until Charlotte turned to the man driving her. "So what made you decide to pick me up from work?"
"Well," Phil started, clearly a little flustered by the question, "I figured it wouldn't hurt to be a gentleman and try to make things a little easier for you while also making sure your son stays out of trouble."
"Yeah, but why?" Charlotte pushed. "Why be nice to me? Why not just drop by and check on Danny like most officers would?"
"Because I'm not like most officers. I can sympathize with the plight of a single mother. I was a teen when my dad died in 'Nam, so my mom had to raise me and my sister by herself."
"I'm sorry about your father," Charlotte answered solemnly.
"Thank you," Danbury said.
They pulled up to the Bellini house a few minutes later. "Are you about to go on shift? Is it okay if I invite you in for a drink to thank you for the ride?"
"Actually, I had my hours changed. I started working overnights yesterday."
"Oh, so you're definitely coming in for a drink. And I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," Charlotte demanded.
"I guess I can't argue with that," Danbury replied, a smirk on his face.
"Damn right you can't." Charlotte opened the car door and stepped out. Phil made sure the car was secured before following the woman up the walk and into the house.
"Take off your shoes and get comfy," Charlotte said when they entered the house. "I'm gonna change out of these scrubs and make us a couple of drinks."
Phil took off his shoes and undid his holster, laying it gently on the side table next to the couch as he sat down. He looked around the living room, glancing at the various pictures on the walls of Charlotte, Daniel, and a man who had to be Charlotte's husband. Next to the stereo was a shelf full of vinyl records and cassette tapes.
As Danbury was looking around, Charlotte entered the room. She was barefoot, wearing a purple satin robe that came down to her hips, and a pair of matching purple shorts that were almost fully covered by the robe. Charlotte's brunette hair fell down her back. Giving Phil a smile, she walked over to the liquor cabinet and pulled open the door. "I hope you don't mind a little whiskey," she said, pulling out the sliding tray and setting two glasses on it.
"I'm fine with whatever," Danbury responded.
"Good." Charlotte opened a bottle and poured a generous amount into both glasses. She walked over to the couch and handed one of the drinks to Phil before sitting on the couch next to him. Charlotte raised her glass. "Cheers."
"Cheers," Phil answered, matching her gesture before taking a sip of his drink. He felt the pleasant burn of the whiskey in his chest.
"Working nights often means that, when I do have a drink, there's usually no one to join me. So thanks for this."
"You're the one who basically said I had no choice." Danbury took another sip.
"Yeah, but it didn't seem like you needed a whole lot of convincing."
"It's usually a good idea to accept an invitation like that from a beautiful woman." Phil grinned as he finished off his drink.
"So you think I'm beautiful?" Charlotte downed her last sip and put the glass on the end table next to her.
"I would be lying if I said 'No,'" Phil responded.
"If that's the case, I'm gonna have to find a way of taking advantage of that." Charlotte reached down and started gently massaging her feet.
"Your feet hurt?"
"Yeah. I'm on my feet most of the night, so they get sore."
Without hesitation, Officer Danbury knelt in front of Charlotte and took her feet in his hands. He gently began rubbing her feet.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"What does it look like? I'm giving you a foot massage."
"I didn't ask for one," Charlotte said playfully.
"Yeah, but you clearly need one."
As Phil massaged her feet, Charlotte got into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs a little. Glancing up, Phil could see a little up the leg of her shorts. He caught a glimpse of Charlotte's trim bush and realized that she had no underwear on beneath her shorts. He looked up, trying not to be caught staring. Charlotte was gazing down at him, a smirk on her face.
"It's okay, Officer Danbury. You didn't see anything I didn't want you to see."
"Is that right?"
"Yeah. And since you're taking care of my feet, I was hoping there was another need of mine that you could see to."
"Should I even ask what
need
that is?"
"You can ask, but you already know the answer." Charlotte spread her legs a little more.
Phil inched his hand up Charlotte's leg, slowly reaching under her shorts. The feeling of his fingers brushing her wet cunt made Charlotte moan in pleasure.
"Take them off, Phil," she whispered. Nodding in obedience, Danbury placed his hands on Charlotte's waist and gently pulled her shorts down. The woman lifted her hips off the couch to help him slide the garment down. As he pulled the shorts down off her feet, Charlotte lay back on the couch. Her robe fell open, exposing her full tits and dark pink nipples to the air, and Phil's gaze.
The image of this sultry woman lying back on the couch, her body exposed the way it was, made Phil's manhood instantly hard in his pants. The quick tenting below the waist did not escape Charlotte's notice, who acknowledged it with a smirk.
"It's good to know I have that effect on you," she said, her voice husky and filled with lust. Before anything else could be said, Phil spread her legs further and buried his face in her womanhood without hesitation. This caused Charlotte to gasp, and her body momentarily tensed before settling into a relaxed state.
The taste of Charlotte's sex made Phil dizzy with pleasure. He seemed to fall into a trance as he began licking her labia. He was on autopilot, his senses making him aware of Charlotte's reactions as he sucked gently on her clit. The feeling of her nub being pulled into Danbury's mouth made Charlotte arch her back.
The attention being paid to her mound by Phil's tongue was causing sensations Charlotte hadn't felt in years. Her deceased husband had never performed oral sex on her- he just wasn't that kind of guy. And after he died in Vietnam, Charlotte was so focused on being a mom to Daniel, she never dated another man. The only sexual encounters she had before meeting Phil were a summer tryst a few years ago with a woman she met while out shopping. The woman was in town for the summer, visiting her parents, and they had struck up a friendship that turned into a lesbian affair. Even after the summer, they stayed in contact and still wrote to each other a couple of times a year.
Phil could feel Charlotte's legs trembling around him as he continued fucking her pussy with his tongue. He alternated between sucking her clit and shoving his tongue into her entrance. Looking up from between her thighs, he could see Charlotte covering her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle her moans.
Charlotte let out a slight squeal when she felt Phil slide a finger into her wet cunt. His digit was quickly covered in her juices. He kept sucking on her clit as he slid his finger in and out. It didn't take long for the energy that had built up in Charlotte to release, causing her to cum on Phil's face and finger. He pulled it out and saw her cum dripping out of her, quickly making a wet spot on the robe underneath her ass.
"Let's finish this in the bedroom," Charlotte said when she managed to catch her breath. Phil stood up and held out his hand to help Charlotte stand. She needed the assistance, as her legs were a little wobbly during those first couple of steps.
Danbury held Charlotte's hand as she walked in front of him and led the way down the hall, past the bathroom and her son's room (which thankfully had the door closed) to the main bedroom.
The bedroom, with its peach walls, was dominated by a queen-sized cherry-wood canopy bed against one wall and a matching dresser against the opposite wall. The bed was surrounded by thick maroon curtains, which were currently tied to each post.
Charlotte let go of Phil's hand and sat on the edge of the bed, her ample bottom sinking a bit into the soft mattress. "Why don't you take those pants off and let me see what I'm gonna be dealing with?" she said, looking directly at Danbury's groin.
Phil quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, letting it drop to the floor. His undershirt immediately followed. Charlotte ran her hand over his toned but not overly-muscular stomach, and then reached down to his belt. She unbuckled it, undid the button of his pants, and pulled down the zipper. As Phil pushed his pants down his legs, Charlotte was already rubbing his erect cock through his boxer shorts. She pulled his underwear down, and her eyes went wide as Phil's thick tool was revealed to her. She licked her lips, excited at the thought of feeling the firm, chocolate-colored shaft filling her.
Charlotte stroked the cock as Phil stepped out of the boxers. She scooted back on the bed, keeping hold of Phil's manhood until it was no longer feasible, and spread her legs wide. "Give me that cock," she said, her feet flat on the bed and knees up.
Phil crawled onto the bed and knelt between Charlotte's legs. He gripped his shaft and aimed it directly at her waiting hole. Charlotte inhaled deeply and leaned her head back as Phil's manhood slowly entered her. She felt the way he stretched the walls of her tight cunt, causing both pain and pleasure.
Danbury leaned forward and kissed Charlotte on the lips as he started slowly pumping his hips. He only did this for a couple of seconds before Charlotte put her hand on Phil's chin and lifted his head so that they were looking each other in the eyes. "Phil, I need to be fucked tonight."
That was all the motivation he needed. Phil pulled himself back up into a kneeling position before shoving his black cock into Charlotte. He then lifted her legs, placing Charlotte's feet on his shoulders. Gripping her hips, Phil began thrusting hard. Every pump of his toned hips and ass caused Charlotte's round tits to bounce in perfect rhythm.
Charlotte began moaning, and redness blossomed around her face. She looked Phil in the eyes, and he winked at her before turning his head and placing a few light kisses on her feet. Charlotte giggled before moaning again, the kisses on her feet a new sensation she had never felt before.
"Fuck this cunt, Danbury," Charlotte moaned. "Make me cum all over that big dick." Phil obeyed her command. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, combined with her moans and his grunts of pleasure. Danbury's big round balls slammed into Charlotte's ass every time he pushed into her. They both quickly became covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Phil reached up and grabbed Charlotte's bouncing tits. He pinched her hard nipples, causing her to squeal. "We don't wanna wake your son," he said, grinning.
"He's a heavy sleeper," Charlotte managed to respond in between heavy breaths. "He could sleep through an earthquake. I have to wake him every morning."
"That's all I needed to hear," Phil said. He grabbed Charlotte's feet and used them to spread her legs wide. This made Charlotte moan louder. Phil watched as his thick cock moved in and out of her slit. His manhood was shiny from her juices.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck!" Charlotte exclaimed. Phil felt her canal tighten around his rod as she climaxed. He gave her a moment to let the initial wave of pleasure subside before he pulled out.
"Get on your knees," Danbury said. Without hesitation, Charlotte flipped over and got on all fours, presenting herself to Phil. He could see where some of her juices had dripped down between her legs onto her ass.
With one hand on her hip and the other holding his stiff manhood, he aimed directly at Charlotte's entrance and roughly shoved himself in. "Goddamn!" she yelped.
"I'm gonna fuck this pussy sore," Phil warned her.
"That's what I need," Charlotte replied, before burying her face in the pillow.
Phil put his hand on Charlotte's shoulder and pulled her back up into position. "You're gonna take this dick like a good bitch," he told her.
Charlotte looked back at him and smiled before throwing her ass back at him in time with his movements. "Like this, Officer Danbury?" she asked, playfully.
"Goddamn." This time, it was Phil's turn to be pleasantly surprised by the sensation that overcame him.
The two of them continued fucking each other. Charlotte felt a pulse of almost electric pleasure everytime Phil's balls slapped against her engorged clit.
"Fuck me, Phil. Make this cunt cum."
"I'm gonna make you cum hard."
"God, your cock feels so good." Phil spanked Charlotte's ass, making her yelp. "Oh fuck!"
Charlotte gripped the sheets of the bed as they kept fucking. Phil watched her ass ripple with every slam of his groin into her backside. The sound of their flesh slapping together mixed with the squelching of his hard member moving in and out of Charlotte's wet pussy. He gripped her hips tightly, his every thrust getting more forceful and passionate.
"I'm gonna cum again!" Charlotte exclaimed breathlessly.
"Cum all over this dick."
"Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuuuuuuck!" Charlotte buried her head in the pillow, the feelings overwhelming her. Phil felt her entire body quivering as a powerful orgasm flowed through her. Danbury pushed in until he bottomed out and held there. He let out a loud grunt as his warm seed erupted from him. Pulse after pulse of jizz filled Charlotte's quivering hole until it started overflowing around his manhood.
Her legs feeling like jelly, Charlotte collapsed onto the bed, with Phil still on top of her. After a couple of minutes, when they regained their breath, Phil slowly pulled his cock out of her slit. He could feel some of their combined cum drip down onto his semi-erect manhood.
Phil rolled to the side, and Charlotte looked at him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces.
"I definitely needed that," Charlotte said.
"Yeah, it's been a while for me, too."
"You can get dressed while I clean up." Charlotte gently rolled and sat up in bed.
"Kicking me out so soon?" Phil asked playfully.
"I didn't say this would be the last time you see me," she answered, winking. Charlotte leaned over and kissed Phil on the lips before putting on her robe and exiting the room.
Danbury was just about finished getting dressed when Charlotte came back in the room, having wiped their cum from between her legs. She walked with him to the front door. "Since you changed your hours, you wanna come pick me up from work tomorrow?"
"I'll be there with bells on."
Charlotte planted a kiss on Phil's lips. "Why wear bells if I'm just gonna have you take them off anyway?"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Charlotte," Phil said with a smile.
"See you tomorrow, Officer Danbury."
The next night, Charlotte walked into the hospital with a smile on her face and a little extra energy in her step. Louise, the receptionist, noticed it right away.
"Hey Charlotte! You're looking good tonight." Louise didn't even try to hide the mischievous grin on her face.
"I'm feeling good, Lou-Lou," Charlotte answered.
"I hope that had a little something to do with Phil picking you up from work this morning."
Charlotte leaned forward, resting her elbows on the receptionist's desk. "It had a lot to do with that."
"You gotta give me the details during lunch."
"It's a date," Charlotte said, before proceeding down the hall.
Charlotte's work shift was fairly normal, except for word quickly spreading among the nurses that she had hooked up with Phil Danbury. Louise wasn't the only one who wanted details of what happened. Charlotte tried to give them what they wanted without getting too descriptive. By the end of the night, Charlotte's encounter was the main topic of gossip.
Having to constantly talk to her co-workers about what happened with Phil also served as a reminder that he was supposed to pick her up again when she was finished working. With about an hour left in her shift, Charlotte started feeling a little nervous.
What if he doesn't show up? What if this was only a one-night stand for him, and I never hear from him again?
Charlotte's brain started filling with doubt that steadily got worse as the time crept closer to the end of her workday. By the time she clocked out and was riding the elevator down to the main floor, Charlotte's mouth was dry and her hands were sweaty. She stopped and took a deep breath before rounding the final corner towards the main entrance.
Phil was there, sitting in one of the chairs. He looked up when Charlotte came into view, and a smile appeared on his face. "Hey Charlotte," he said, quickly standing up. He couldn't help but notice Louise watching them out of the corner of her eye, trying not to be too obvious.
"Hey Phil," Charlotte said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I had a long night. You ready to take me home?"
"Let's go," Phil said, gesturing towards the doors.
"Goodnight Char! Goodnight Phil!" Louise called out to them.
"Goodnight Louise," Danbury responded.
"Goodnight Lou-Lou. See you tonight!"
The drive to Charlotte's house was filled with small talk about how each of their days went. Because of their respective jobs, they each had plenty to talk about. When they arrived at the house, Phil was about to park in front when Charlotte put her hand on his arm.
"If you drive around the corner and park on the next street, Daniel won't see your car when he leaves for school in a couple of hours. That way, you can stay longer, if you want."
Phil looked at Charlotte, and a huge smile appeared on his face. "You ain't said nothing but a word," he replied before following her suggestion and driving around the corner. The two of them walked back to the Bellini house in silence. As soon as they were in the door, Charlotte took hold of Phil's hand.
"I'm going to take a shower. You're welcome to join me." There was a playful grin on her face when she said this.
"Lead the way," Phil answered. Once again, Charlotte led the way down the hall to the main bedroom. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Charlotte began stripping off her clothes. As the nude woman moved to put her dirty clothes in the closet hamper, Phil just put his clothes in a neat pile on the floor next to the bed.
"Come on, let's hurry to the bathroom," Charlotte said, moving to the door.
Danbury didn't need any further urging as the two of them walked briskly to the bathroom. As Charlotte bent forward to turn on the water in the shower, Phil playfully smacked her ass, cusing her to yelp.
"I couldn't help myself," he said with a devilish grin.
"I feel the same way about you," Charlotte responded, gently grabbing Phil's manhood. She took a step towards him and began kissing him. The reaction was immediate, with Phil's tool getting erect in her hand. Phil wrapped his arms around Charlotte and held her as they continued to kiss, their tongues dancing together.
Charlotte reveled in the feeling of being in a man's arms, her bosom pressed against his chest. She began feeling hot, and it wasn't because of the steam beginning to fill the bathroom.
"Come on, let's get in this shower before the hot water runs out," she said, reluctantly ending the kiss. She grabbed a spare washcloth from the rack and handed it to Phil before stepping into the tub, with him following right behind.
Taking his washcloth out of his hand, Charlotte lathered it with soap and began washing Phil's chest, gently rubbing the cloth around his torso.
"I bet you didn't think you'd be getting bathed by a sexy nurse today, did you?"
"Whatever I did to deserve this, I'm glad I did it." Phil held his arms out to the side as Charlotte began washing his arms. When that was done, she looked Phil in the eyes and smiled as she reached down between them and began cleaning his still-erect member.
"There's a bunch of pervy old men who would love to trade places with you right now," she said.
"You can tell them that I carry a big gun," he replied with a smirk.
"It's definitely a weapon."
Charlotte made Phil turn around so that she could clean his back. She made sure to take time when she got to his muscular ass, giving his cheeks a playful squeeze.
When she was finished, Charlotte grabbed her washcloth, lathered it, and handed it to Phil. "Now you do me."
Danbury began rubbing the soapy washcloth over Charlotte's body, starting with her neck. He then moved down to her chest. He used his free hand to rub her chest more and gently play with her nipples. As the water washed the soap off her tits, he leaned down and gave her nipples a playful flick with his tongue, causing Charlotte to moan.
Phil continued down her torso, washing her stomach. He then did her thighs, starting with the sides before moving his hand between them. Charlotte spread her legs, giving him access to her mons. He gently rubbed the cloth on her lips before parting them and washing her slit.
"I wanted to wait until after the shower, but fuck that," Charlotte said, reaching down and stroking Phil's cock. That was all the signal he needed. He gently pushed Charlotte against the shower wall and spread her legs. Bending his knees, he got into position, and Charlotte aimed his hard rod right at her entrance. They both held their breath as Phil slowly pushed into her womanhood.
Charlotte reached up and wrapped her arms around Phil's neck. She could feel every inch of his hard dick as he pumped in and out of her. The cold of the tiled shower wall contrasted with the warmth of the water falling on them, and the heat radiating from her pussy as Phil's erection pounded her. She lightly bit his chest to prevent a scream from escaping her lips.
Invigorated by the moment, Phil kept thrusting into Charlotte's pulsating slit. His body felt electric as instinct took over and his mind shut down. Phil's animalistic grunts accompanied each spearing of her folds, powered by his muscular hips. Neither one of them could talk, just grunt and moan as the energy kept building between them. They continued the rhythm, their bodies moving as one, joined in a common goal.
Charlotte felt the force building from her cunt and radiating through her body. Her entire spirit was consumed with sexual energy. Her sense of time was gone, but her sense of touch felt heightened. Charlotte could feel every drop of water that fell on her, the texture of Phil's skin as her fingers gripped his shoulders, even the veins on his hard member as it plunged into her.
Phil felt the pressure mounting and knew this was the moment. He pressed his lips against Charlotte's and thrust his cock into her. He kept it in place as he felt his cum spew into Charlotte's pussy. Phil's entire body shuddered as his seed kept spurting into her, his cock spasming with every shot.
Charlotte relished the feeling of Phil emptying his balls into her. As his orgasm began subsiding, she started grinding her hips again. Phil followed her lead, continuing to fuck Charlotte with his still-hard tool. Her moans echoed in the bathroom, and her nails dug into Phil's back. She looked up into Phil's eyes as her climax hit. Her body shuddered from the release of the sexual energy, and her knees buckled. Phil held Charlotte up as she leaned against him, now drained and exhausted. As Phil pulled out, he looked down and saw their combined cum spilling out of Charlotte and washing down the drain.
"I guess we'll have to stay in here a few minutes longer to make sure you're properly clean," he joked as he continued to hold Charlotte.
"That'll give me some time to recover," she said, feeling both of their hearts pounding from the exertion. "I haven't cum that hard in a long time."
"Glad I could do that for you," Phil answered, smiling.
"You keep fucking me like that, I might have to keep you around."
"If you keep me around, I'll keep fucking you like this."
The two of them finished the shower in silence, catching their breaths as they made sure they were clean. They toweled off and walked back across the hall naked again. They got into bed, and Charlotte immediately cuddled against Phil. She laid her head on his chest, and Phil wrapped an arm around her torso. Charlotte listened to Phil's heartbeat until she fell asleep.
A few hours later, Charlotte was awakened by a pleasurable tingle between her legs.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, still groggy. It took her a few seconds to register Phil's tongue flicking over her clit. "Yes baby," she said, her voice just over a whisper. Charlotte reached down and put her hand on the back of Phil's head.
Phil used that as an incentive to keep going. He flicked his tongue over her bud faster, while sliding a finger into her now-wet slit. Charlotte's back arched as his digit penetrated her.
"Damn, Phil," she managed to breathe. She reached down with her free hand and started caressing her dark-pink nipples.
Phil wrapped his lips around Charlotte's clit and began lightly sucking on it. This sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her body. Phil slid another finger into her hole, and Charlotte's moans became more frantic.
"I'm about to cum," Charlotte managed to get out moments before her fluids flowed out and into Phil's waiting mouth. He pulled his fingers out, and lapped up her cunt cum, relishing in her taste.
When her orgasm subsided enough, Phil sat up from between her legs. "I think I'll get us some water."
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"To the kitchen to get us water."
"Not before you get back between these legs and put that morning wood to good use. You're not gonna tease me with a wake-up like that and not give me what I really need."
Phil smirked and positioned himself between her waiting legs. His erect manhood slid in with ease, lubricated by Charlotte's juices. He started pumping his hips slowly, wanting to feel every inch of her as he slid in and out.
Charlotte wrapped her legs around Phil's back, pulling him in deeper.
"God, your cock feels so good," she moaned before kissing Phil.
"Your pussy is so wet," he responded between kisses.
Phil kept giving Charlotte slow, deep strokes. Every thrust of his tool into her sent waves of pleasure radiating through her. Charlotte continued to hold Phil close, their bodies pressing together. They could feel the heat building between them.
"Oh, Phil. Make love to me," Charlotte pleaded.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Phil grunted. Sweat built up on their torsos, making them glisten.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," Charlotte moaned breathily.
"That's right, cum for me," Phil commanded. "Make my dick shiny with your cum."
Hearing Phil talk like that sent Charlotte over the edge. "Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuck!" she exclaimed as a toe-curling orgasm ripped through her. She held Phil in place, her warm crevice gripping his manhood. Phil felt her body trembling beneath him. After giving her a few moments to recover, he continued making love to Charlotte.
"Is that big dick ready to cum for me?" Charlotte asked. She lightly ran her fingers down Phil's back until she gripped his ass. She felt the flexing of his glutes as he continued moving in and out. Charlotte playfully nibbled at Phil's neck and shoulders, sending tingles through his body. The added sensation was the force that broke the dam- Phil's cock hardened further and he shot his warm load into Charlotte's canal.
Danbury slowly pulled his still-hard member out of Charlotte and collapsed on the bed beside her. The two lovers were covered in sweat and breathing hard.
"I need more than water now," Charlotte said, sitting up in bed. "I'll get up and make us something to eat." Phil watched as Charlotte put on her satin robe and walked out of the room. He put on his boxers and followed her to the kitchen.
Danbury enjoyed watching Charlotte as she moved around the kitchen fixing them some food. The short robe she was wearing seemed to tease Phil every time she stretched or bent over. The smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee quickly filled the kitchen, reminding the both of them of how hungry they were. When the food was ready, they sat at the kitchen table and ate while having a casual conversation.
The next few weeks consisted of Phil picking Charlotte up from her job three or four times a week and spending the morning with her in bed. Daniel's eighteenth birthday was celebrated with a small party of friends and neighbors. Phil showed up to the party with papers declaring that Daniel had managed to stay out of trouble and his legal issues were over.
"Just make sure you stay out of trouble. Next time, it won't be juvie for you," Phil said, shaking Daniel's hand.
A couple of days later, Phil and Charlotte followed their usual routine of going over to Charlotte's after Phil picked her up from the night shift. Charlotte was tired from work, so the two of them just showered and went to sleep.
By the time they woke up, it was early afternoon. Charlotte made the two of them lunch, and they sat out on the back porch, eating their food. Charlotte was wearing nothing but a t-shirt that came down to just below her ass, and Phil was in his boxers.
"That was a good meal," Phil said, standing up and gathering their plates. He leaned over and gave Charlotte a kiss on her lips. He took the plates inside and placed them in the sink before returning to the table on the porch.
"Since I made lunch and made you happy, what am I getting in return?" Charlotte asked, smirking.
"Stand up," Phil answered, holding out his hand. Charlotte put her hand in his and stood up from her chair. Phill turned her around and pushed against her upper back, causing her to bend over the table. He gently kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs.
Phil knelt down behind Charlotte and lifted the bottom of her shirt, exposing her ass. He rubbed and kneaded her supple ass cheeks before giving them a playful smack, making her giggle. Charlotte looked back at him as he spread her cheeks and began licking her ass hole.
"Ooooh," Charlotte moaned as Phil's tongue began swirling around her hole, making her ass pucker from the sensation. Phil reached around and began rubbing his lover's pussy, feeling the wetness that already began leaking from Charlotte's folds.
Charlotte began squirming from the dual sensations of Phil's tongue in her ass and his fingers rubbing her swollen clit. Using his strength, Phil held her in place, burying his face deeper between her cheeks. He could feel her ass and leg muscles tensing from the pleasure. He continued licking and sucking at her hole, enjoying the taste of her ass. Phil felt a gush of liquid drip down his hand as Charlotte climaxed, her entire body shuddering.
Phil placed a kiss on each of Charlotte's ass cheeks before standing up. He kept a hand on her back, making sure she didn't stand up straight, and used the other hand to pull down his boxers. His erect manhood sprang up, pointed almost directly at his waiting target. Charlotte reached between her legs and spread the lips of her womanhood when she felt the head of Phil's dick rubbing against her entrance. He slid in with no problem, her wetness allowing him to push in with ease.
Charlotte felt Danbury's girth filling her as he slid in, stretching her walls. She started moaning immediately, the sensation sending shivers through her body. Charlotte felt Phil's hands firmly gripping her thighs as he fucked her, driving his manhood in deep before pulling out again. Her well-lubricated quim pulsated around Phil's erection.
Spank.
Phil's slapped Charlotte's ample ass, making it ripple from the impact. Charlotte yelped from the impact.
Spank.
He hit her ass again, making her yelp even louder. The combined sensations of the fucking and the spanking, plus the taboo of being fucked outside on her back porch, was sending Charlotte into overdrive. Even with a fence, someone could peek over and see them. Was Ms. Lake in her yard, listening to Charlotte getting fucked? Could retired Mr. Bateman be peeking through a gap in her fence, watching her being bent over and pounded? Charlotte kept her eyes closed, too aroused to look around and see. She kept the fantasy going in her head, imagining the old man getting an erection while spying on her getting pleasured by Phil.
She heard Phil grunting and moaning behind her, adding his noises to hers. She loved the way Phil sounded and felt when they were together. The way he stretched her cunt, the pleasure she got from the slight pain, the way he always made sure she was satisfied, everything.
Charlotte was lost in the feelings that her lover was causing when she heard the familiar screech of the school bus brakes down the block.
"Fuck, Danny is coming home!" she said to Phil, breathlessly.
"Then I guess we'd better finish this," he grunted in response. He began pounding harder, his groin slapping against her ass. Charlotte knew there was no way her neighbors couldn't hear, especially if they were outside.
Phil's hands dug into her hips as he shoved his cock into her deeply. With a familiar moan, he shot his warm semen into her waiting crevice. The feeling of his semen filling her sent Charlotte over the edge. She tried, but failed, to suppress her moan as she climaxed, her entire body convulsing. Danbury took a few moments to catch his breath before he slowly pulled out. Their combined juices covered his cock, and some leaked out of Charlotte's well-fucked pussy.
Recovering her senses, Charlotte stood up and pulled her shirt back down to cover her ass. Phil pulled his shorts up, and both of them sat down, taking sips of their drinks. A few short moments later, they heard Daniel walking through the house, calling for his mother.
"I'm out here!" she responded. Daniel walked through the door to the back porch and stopped when he saw Officer Danbury sitting at the table with his mother. After the first moment of shock, he realized that Charlotte was looking flushed in the face and was glistening with sweat. Daniel could also see that his mother's nipples were erect and poking through her shirt. He also saw that Phil was just wearing boxer shorts.
"How was school, son?" Charlotte asked. She was keeping her thighs pressed together as she sat, trying to keep the cum in her pussy from leaking out even more onto the chair.
"Um, it was cool, I guess," Daniel said, hesitantly.
"This isn't the way we wanted you to find out that we're seeing each other," Phil said.
"And how was this supposed to happen?" Daniel asked.
"I guess I wanted to reveal this over a nice dinner out," Phil shrugged.
"You're adults, you can do what you want," Daniel said. He turned around to go back into the house.
"It could've been worse," Charlotte said. "You could have come home two minutes earlier and caught us in the act!"
"Oh God!" Daniel said, hurrying through the porch door and running to his room. Charlotte and Phil laughed as they heard Daniel's bedroom door slam.
"Since he knows, I guess that means I don't have to park around the corner anymore." Phil looked at Charlotte with a smirk on his face.
"The way you make me cum, he's gonna have to get used to you being around a lot more."
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Ray's Story Pt. 02
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Ray's Story - Part 2
Driving home from my first meeting with my new Master's Allan and Chas, I wasn't sure how I felt. Am I be embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted with myself for cheating on my wife? Or was I elated, excited, relieved that my fantasy had become reality and that I had loved every second of it. My cock twitching in my pants gave me the answer.
Walking into my home I greeted my wife Ruth, with a kiss. She gave me a funny look and said I tasted funny, asking what had I been eating? I was unsure how to answer, a mild panic spreading over me when she changed the subject reminding me that her parents were arriving any minute and the BBQ needed lighting.
I didn't like Ruth's parents. They were snobs, lording it over me, always reminding me how successful they had become. Marcus, the father-in-law, ran a successful real estate company, employed over 100 people, did all the biggest deals in town.
They hadn't dissuaded their daughter from marrying me but had been far from supportive. However, they fawned over our kids and for that I would forgive them anything. Arriving, Marcus made a show of his new car, a Bentley and Marta, the mother-in-law, showed off a new diamond pendant Marcus had given her.
Dinner was steak and salad, with the conversation centred around how Marcus's business was doing so well and there might be, in the future, an opening for me to join his firm. Starting at the bottom of course. I'd heard it all before.
Dinner over, Marcus and I headed to my small den to watch the football, while the two women cleaned up and organised the kids ready for bed. As usual, Marcus took my favourite chair, waiting as I poured him a whiskey.
The game started; I wasn't really much interested but I was trapped. We made small talk until Marcus said something quite unexpected.
'There's something about you that's a bit different.'
'Me? No,' I replied. 'Big day today. Just a touch tired.'
Marcus looked at me and smirked. What the fuck? Did he know something?
'You were downtown this afternoon,' Marcus said, staring at me over the top of his drink.
'Me? No. I wasn't anywhere near downtown,' I lied.
'Really?' Marcus answered. 'You think I'm a fool boy? You don't think I'd recognise my own son-in-law.'
My stomach dropped. I was caught in a lie.
'Oh, this afternoon? Shit, sorry Marcus. Yes, I was. An old school friend was looking to buy a condo. Sorry, plain forgot. Went to look at the place with him.'
'Mmm,' Marcus answered. 'Plain forgot. Plain forgot you went up to the tenth floor?'
'What? Have you been following me?'
I was starting to get a little mad.
'Take it easy,' Marcus answered with a strange smile. 'I own an apartment on the same floor, two actually. Tenants had just moved out; I was doing a site inspection. Saw you as you were leaving.'
'Oh, oh, I didn't know that.'
'Matter of fact I know the two fellows that own the apartment you were in. Gay couple,' Marcus said casually. 'Your friend, your friend is gay?'
I looked at Marcus, shame and fear washing over my face.
'The thing is, I know what sort of things those two men get up to,' Marcus said now with a quiet chuckle. 'The only thing you were checking out was some cock.'
I dropped my eyes to the floor; my life was over. Marcus was going to expose me.
'Hey, we can work things out. No need for anyone to know what you've been doing,' Marcus said quietly. 'Marta, as much as I love her. Well Marta doesn't like sucking cock anymore. Doesn't like much to do with sex for that matter. Change in her life, god knows. What I do know if, and I think I'm guessing right, if you like to suck on a cock, well I think I might have the perfect solution.'
'Yes,' I answered slowly.
'Why don't you crawl over here and show me what you can do. I've got a full load, it won't take long.'
I looked at Marcus and did the only thing I could, dropping to my knees, shuffling over and stopping in front of him.
'Good lad, now take your time, we aren't going to be disturbed. The girls know better than to barge in when the game is on.'
I hated the thought of touching, let alone sucking Marcus's cock. It was degrading, humiliating, I was being blackmailed, but the moment I unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his impressive cock I was hooked.
His prick was long, a thick mushroom head, veiny and smelt like a man should. He was cut, his slit showing the first signs of precum. I slid my tongue across his head, heard him give a small grunt of satisfaction.
'That's it son, you take your time. A cock like mine should be savoured.'
He was dominant, condescending and I loved everything he said. I took him slowly into my mouth, learning all the time, deep throating him, pulling off him, spitting on his head, working my drool into his cock, jacking him up and down with my hands, before diving back in, his head now at the entrance of my throat. I swallowed, sucking him in further. Marcus groaned.
'Fuck boy,' he said. 'Fuck!'
Marcus was right, he didn't take long. Rope after rope spurted from his rock-hard cock, blasting down my throat, I pulled back, wanting to catch a mouthful of his cum, desperate for the taste. Marcus kept cuming, filling my mouth, finally stopping. I swallowed, jacked him a little more, squeezing those last few drops out, licking his slit, sticking my tongue deep inside, savouring the final taste.
'Well, shit Ray. You are one awesome cocksucker; I've got to give you that. Drained me like I've never been drained.'
Like the pathetic slut I was I blushed, thanked Marcus for his load, and helped him put his cock away, zipping him up, adjusting his belt.
'Now look, I think we could make this a permanent arrangement. You'd like that, would you? You'd like sucking on daddy's cock?'
Ruth always called her father daddy. It annoyed me. Now though, all I could think of was Marcus's cock.
'Yes, daddy, I'd like that,' I said quietly.
'You were moaning when you were sucking me, moaning like a submissive bitch. I liked that.'
'Thank you, daddy,' I replied, repusled but exhilarated at the same time.
Marcus and Marta left soon after, with Marcus saying he had an early business meeting. Ruth walked them out, stayed a little longer than normal, returned to find me stacking the last of the plates in the dishwasher. She leaned against the kitchen counter and gave me a quizzical look.
'What were you and daddy up to tonight?' Ruth asked, fixing me with a hard stare.
'Us?' I answered, praying I wasn't showing any signs of fear.
'Yes, you two. What were you doing?'
'Talking, watching the game,' I stammered out.
'Were you going to tell me?' Ruth asked.
Jesus, I thought. Caught out twice in the one day.
'Tell you what?' I said as I slowly closed the dishwasher.
'Oh, I'm so proud of you,' Ruth said embracing me. 'Dady said he's going to take you under his wing, spend more time with you, train you to join his firm. He said he thinks one day you could help him manage things.'
'Oh, that,' I said, relief flowing through my body. 'I was going to tell you tonight, when we went to bed.'
'Yes, daddy said you can't quit your current job, but soon, very soon, for now, he's getting you to work under him. I'm so proud of you,' Ruth said before kissing me.
'Let's go tot bed. First though, brush your teeth. You've got that same strange taste in your mouth.'
The next morning, I contacted Master Allan on the way to work. Ruth and I had sex the previous evening but all I could think about throughout was cock. Pushing into Ruth, I dreamed it was a fat cock pushing into me.
I didn't beat about the bush, told Master Allan that I was desperate. He chuckled down the phone, told me we couldn't have that and arranged to meet at twelve. I told him I only had an hour for lunch, and he said that's all the time he needed.
My morning was spent with me unable to concentrate on nothing but my rendezvous at noon. I arrived on time; the door was ajar, I knocked, entered, undressed and tentatively made my way into the lounge where master Allan was waiting.
'Hello, boy,' Master Allan said. He was naked, his magnificent cock hanging down, perfectly placed above his two huge balls. I couldn't help but let out a small whimper.
I walked slowly towards him, felt his embrace, his kiss, his hands running over my body, rubbing my cock, taking my balls in his hands, sliding his fingers up and down my ass crack, sliding one in till it touched my anus.
'Up on the table, that's a good boy,' Master Allan said. 'Head down, ass in the air, I'm going to go slow but this being the first time you may feel some pain. I want you to relax, when I push in, you push out. It's a shame we don't have more time.'
I felt my ass cheeks being opened, the warm spit, Master Allan's tongue working deep inside me, sucking, munching on my hole. I felt the first slap, then another, shock quickly turning to pleasure as Master Allan reddened the cheeks either side of my ass.
'I like to see a boy glowing,' Master Allan said before laying into me once more, his large hands finding the mark repeatedly. I just gave little baby girl cries, delirious with emotion.
My cock was rigid, dripping, my balls tingling. The slapping stopped, I felt his fingers slide in, easier than previously, coated in a cool sticky gel.
'That's it baby, I've got four fingers in now,' I heard Master Allan say. 'Let me just work you open a bit. Oh, that's nice, yes, oh, yes, you have got one fine ass.'
His words filled me with pride as I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.
'Now, just relax there baby,' Master Allan said. 'Once the head pops in, I'll stop. Just got to get past your sphincter. Once that relaxes, well, I'll be able to slide right on in.'
'Yes Master,' I whimpered like the bitch I was.
I felt the head push in, it hurt, remembering what Master Allan had said I pushed back, the beautiful cockhead of my master finally slipping in.
'That's it baby, just get used to it, oh yeah, I can feel your muscles spasm. You like it. I can tell when a little cum bitch like you enjoys it.' I moaned in reply.
Master Allan pushed in, I cried out when he bottomed out, feeling him pull back, all the way out, then slide that massive cock of his back in. Each time I squealed when I was empty, grunted when I felt his balls smash against me.
'Oh baby, oh baby, you are one fine piece of ass,' I heard Master Allan a say as he started to long dick me. All the way out, all the way back in. I was sweating, leaking pre cum, drool running down my chin.
'Ok boy, time to breed you,' Master Allan said, increasing the speed, holding my hips, fucking me like a rag doll, finally exploding deep inside my bowels, my own cock uncontrollable, spurting its seed once more over the table.
I felt master finally pull out, my anus stretched, gaping wide, refusing to close as lumps of sticky goo flowed out.
'Lean down boy, lick up that mess,' Master said quietly.
I was mewing, crying. Not in pain, but in exctasy, in gratitude for being bred, for being used like a cumdump by a superior male. I lapped away at my own mess, feeling my anus slowly closing, cum dribbling out, down my legs.
'Come on boy,' Master Allan said, helping me to my feet, giving me a towel. 'Hold that to your bottom,' he said.
I took master's hand, shuffled behind him, leaking his precious cum, spit and dribble running down my chest. I followed him into his bedroom, then into the ensuite, the shower stall huge, two shower heads. He turned the tap on, turning back to me.
'Hold my cock baby,' Master Allan said quietly. 'I always enjoy a piss after a nice fuck.'
I held his beautiful cock, covered in cum and body fluids, aimed it at the shower floor, felt the surge of his stream, powerful, masculine in comparison to me. I was nothing but a cumslut, holding another man's cock while he pissed. I was pathetic and I loved it.
I felt his stream slow, then finally stop.
'Now boy, a good slut like yourself makes sure his Master is fully done. Get down on your knees, give it a gentle shake then suck on the end, just to get those last few drops out.'
I immediately dropped to my knees, wrapped two hands around the still thick cock, squeezed it gently as told then lent in, sucked on the head. I was rewarded with a final squirt which I quickly swallowed.
'You like that baby?' Master Allan asked looking down in me with a benevolent smile.
All I could do was thank him.
Master stepped into the shower, turned to me.
'Come on, wash me,' he said with a gentle smile. 'Here's your chance to explore me.'
I stepped under the warm flow of water, reached for the soap and started to wash my Master's magnificent body, indeed exploring every inch of him, spending time on his ass, probing, rubbing my finger across his anus, hearing him give little chuckles with each little whimper that escaped me.
I saved his cock and balls for last, bathing them, worshipping them, feeling the water stopping, taking the object of my desire back into my mouth.
'I think we've got time,' Master said as I started to suck.
I deep throated his now fully hard cock, sensing the vein pumping blood through it, drool dripping from my mouth as I repeatedly forced Master's thick tool down my throat, massaging his heavy balls, hearing a grunt from him, knowing what was coming, sucking in time to each spurt, draining his balls of his thick white slime.
I looked up at him, my mouth full of his seed.
'Good boy, you deserve that, swallow it all down.'
I swallowed, the taste beautiful, the thickness making me hard once more. I watched as Master reached for a towel, I instinctively stood, taking it gently from him and drying his body, caressing him, worshipping my master.
'Good boy,' Master said when I finally finished drying him. 'Here,' Master said. 'Turn around and bend forward against the vanity, spread your legs.'
I turned, bent forward, opened my legs, thrust back a touch which elicited a chuckle form Master Allan. I felt the coolness on my anus.
'It's a cream, it will numb your fuckhole for a while,' Master Allan said gently. 'You might need some ice later. You're excited, it might not feel like it now, but I did pound that little pussy of yours.'
I mumbled a thanks, feeling the cream taking effect.
'Time to go now. Next time we're going to clean that little bottom of yours out. Give you a warm enema. It's ok, you'll get used to it,' Master said smiling. 'Make it nice and clean. Master Chas wants to breed you soon.'
'Yes, sir. Whatever it is I can do for you both,' I replied like the submissive cock slave I had become.
'Good boy,' Master said with that benevolent smile again. 'Now one more thing. Resist the urge to put anything in that little hole of yours. It belongs to me and Master Chas now. Us, and only us. We like it nice and tight. Ok, baby, off you go.'
I nodded, mumbled more thanks, left the bathroom quickly, dressed in the hallway and closed the door behind me. I had no idea how I looked, catching sight of myself finally in the lift mirror on the way down, seeing my flushed face, my dishevelled hair and a smile, a smile like I hadn't smiled like for a long time.
It was two days later, my wife Ruth called me at work, excited, said that her daddy wanted me to drop in at his office after work.
'I'm so proud of you,' Ruth beamed down the phone. 'Make sure you are on time!'
I saw it for what it was. Ruth's father Marcus exercising control over me, getting his daughter to set up a rendezvous for her husband to suck his cock. Was I angry? Mad? I should have been. However, I wasn't. I was excited, my cock tingling, my mouth watering at the thought of sucking on Marcus's meaty cock.
I arrived on time, spoke to his secretary Veronica, who gave me a smirk, told me to wait. She was young, very pretty, her shirt buttons undone lower than they should have been showing off the top of two firm and very ripe breasts. I'd bet my last dollar Marcus was fucking her.
Finally, she told me to go in. I knocked, entered, closed the door behind me, finding Marcus behind his desk, talking on the phone, motioning me towards him, pointing to come around the side of his desk. Marcus swung his chair out, his cock was exposed, thick, heavy, long, dangling lewdly out of his fly.
I didn't need any more instructions, dropping to my knees, taking the head of Marcus's cock into my mouth, slurping it in, tasting the sweetness of his precum, bobbing up and down, feeling in grow in length and thickness. The smell of a real man pervading my nostrils as my nose buried deep into his pubic hair.
I pulled back, saliva dripping from his cock, making sure not to waste any, pumping his cock with both hands, letting out little girlie gasps as I chewed on his cockhead, working my tongue into his slit.
I reached into his pants, found his full testicles, moaned a little, fondled them, went to work in earnest. Sucking on his cock, worshipping what would have to be 9 inches of pure bliss.
Marcus paused talking for a moment, I was whimpering like a slut on heat, I felt his balls tighten, felt the first blast, sucked for all I was worth, intent on swallowing every drop of his superior seed. I pulled back, licked my lips, catching what had oozed out, pumped his cock with my hand, getting those precious last drops of his cum, licking them from his tip, taking him all the way back in, polishing his cock slowly with my mouth, finally pulling away, Marcus fully drained, his sticky mess now in my stomach.
Marcus resumed talking, ignoring me as I dutifully put his spent cock back into his pants, zipped him up and left him. I kept my head down as I walked past Veronica. Did she know? I didn't care. Yes, I was a disgusting cum loving cock slut, but I was good at it. And, as much as I felt disgusted with the way Marcus had just treated me, I knew he only needed to call, and I'd come running.
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A Captain and "His" Yeoman: Grip
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https://www.literotica.com/s/a-captain-and-his-yeoman-grip
| 4.12 | null |
Gay Male
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I woke up to a knock on my front door, and rushed to get out of bed to see who it was. I'd look through the peephole of my apartment and saw nothing, so I opened the door, and found a folded letter sitting on the ground in front of me, with my name on the top. I grabbed the item to find a familiar scent: the perfume Celeste wore when we hung out a few months prior. I closed the door, and walked back to the bedroom to read it on this rainy Saturday morning:
"Hey handsome. As you already know, Daniel got approved to resign and accept retirement, and it looks like the final touches on things are coming together. I just wanted to say thank you, thank you for being there for us in our time of need when our marriage looked quite uncertain. Thank you for giving my husband sexual confidence again, and for making me feel beautiful during our tryst that evening. Thank you for the time we had prior to, when we weren't the Navy couple, but Celeste and Daniel, a fun couple that loves to go out on the town, and enjoy life. I thank you for it all, and apologize if it seems we became distant, but Daniel and I have been trying to fly straight. Please forgive us, and drop down your guard with Daniel for he misses more than his personal assistant, but a good friend. We love you, and before we leave in a few weeks, we'd like to link for one last dinner. Please consider.
- Celeste,"
She claimed weeks, but it been four months since that night they used me to "get back on track." I didn't catch feelings for either of them, but after that night, I returned to work and felt a certain temperature with Dan that was uncomfortable, for it didn't feel like I was his personal yeoman. My time onboard with him consisted of me presenting his schedule, on top of preparing his conference room for meetings, answering the phones, and doing whatever administratively to keep him sane. I fielded calls and emails from staffs of admirals, higher ranking civilians, and city officials constantly with grace, and he in turn forged a bond with me that wasn't just sex. That all seemed to fade after that fun night, and I felt alone in the building since I had folks who claimed to respect me, but envied me for what I did, and where I sat. "Fuck your letter, and fuck your dinner," I said to myself as this was a reminder to never mix business with pleasure. Bigger picture: keep distant when it comes to higher ranking officers for they're that, and I was "the help," essentially.
I ended up balling up the letter, and got up to make breakfast, then a pot of coffee as I chose to focus the rest of the weekend on what was most important: myself. I ate the good breakfast, and stayed in the house while it poured miserably outside to read a few books, and binge watch shows. This behavior spilled into Sunday where I made a hearty dinner, and ended up refreshed like never before when I returned to work Monday.
"YN2," yelled Dan. "Can you come here for a sec?"
I opened the building, and he came in shortly after nodding hello, and going into his office to to change into uniform before starting the day.
"YN2," he repeated as I tried to act as if I didn't hear him.
I got up, and walked to his door sill to answer his call, "Yes sir?"
"What's going on with you? How was your weekend," he asked.
I told him I had a lovely weekend, and he in turn inquired why.
"It was drama free," I replied.
"Drama free, eh," he asked. "Did you get the letter?"
"I did, and sir, I appreciate the gesture," I told him before I walked off.
"Paul, I'm not finished. Let's talk about it," he said as he brought me back in.
We both knew no one else would come into the building for another hour or so, and so he kicked off a nice conversation about the letter, and previous months. I put my feelings on the table about our work relationship, and about how it was a mistake for us to get all tangled up.
"Sir, we should've never...you know," I told him as the sun was rising through the blinds.
"But we did, and we can't undo what was done," he told me as he rose from behind his desk.
"Son, the way you made me and my wife feel, we can't erase that. And to be honest, we want to feel that one more time before we leave California."
He ended up kneeling in front of me, between my knees making eye contact as he "poured himself."
"Don't close the door on us," he said as he placed his hands on my inner thighs.
I was brick hard in my uniform for he knew how to touch me, and we reconnected as he leaned forward for a kiss.
"Come over for dinner tonight," he suggested.
"I'm not doing this, captain," I told him.
He boldly tugged on my belt buckle, and would pull back the flap, and loosen the belt before undoing my buttons.
"So you want me in trouble," I asked.
"Raise your hips," he said as he tried to pull my pants down. "The last time I checked, I was the commanding officer of this base."
Dan wasn't the controller of me, and I implied that until my legs were over his shoulders while my balls were in his mouth. He sucked them gently, and lodged his tongue between them while my eyes were closed, and my head tilted. I loved how he pleasured me in the most sensual way, and how precise he was for he knew how to handle my sweetest spots. He moaned as I only saw the top of his head while he released my sack, and transitioned to lapping his tongue across my hairless taint. I forgot where we were, and apparently he did, too, as he went bananas while causing me to shiver and moan reeling me back in.
"Come to dinner tonight," he said. "And cum right now."
I stroked my dick once his tongue opened my ass like an envelope, with him swirling his head in circles as he treated my hole like a funnel. I beat it hard from the sensation of him rimming me, completely lost in pleasure while he feasted on my unsuspecting hole.
"You're not quitting me," he whispered. "Come to dinner."
"I'll come to dinner, but I'm getting ready to cum right now," I warned him as he lapped away at my rosebud.
The tip of his tongue wreaked so much havoc to my system that I couldn't refrain from the burst. I cooed and jerked, then called his name just as I was about to explode, as he made sure to catch it by putting his mouth on the tip at the initial release. He removed my hand and pulled my throbbing cock inside that warm mouth, and I rewarded him with what he called my "sweet man nectar." When he finished me I still had goosebumps, and he looked me in the eye, then leaned forward to share some of my sweet sperm.
"Come to dinner tonight," he repeated as he rubbed my knees. "You know how we feel about you."
I was a sucker once again, for I knew there would be a fantastic meal involved, and an even better dessert afterwards. I fixed myself after he rose from between my knees, and retreated back to my desk just in time for the other personnel to come in.
I couldn't quit Dan just yet, because he, or Celeste I found later, weren't done with me.
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Take Your Daughter At Work Day Ch. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/take-your-daughter-at-work-day-ch-04
| 4.29 | null |
Taboo/Incest
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Bree closed her eyes and leaned toward me. "Fuck it, might as well," I thought to myself. I leaned in to kiss Bree. I meant to just give her a quick peck on the lips, but I should've known that I couldn't stop there. Our lips touched, briefly before separating. I claimed a second, and then a third kiss from my beautiful daughter. Her lips are so soft, so sweet. It made me greedy, I needed more. I kissed Bree again, feeling her lips part and her tongue begin tracing my lips. I parted my lips, and our tongues danced passionately. I love Bree with all my heart and, in that moment of reckless passion, I didn't give a shit who saw us.
When we came up for air, Rose quipped, "looked like you two enjoyed that!"
Staring into each other's eyes, Bree and I both agreed.
"And now that you know the world won't end if you're together, you can explore how much better you can feel. Are you still interested in hearing about our Christmas orgy, or would you rather us give you some privacy?"
Bree curled up beside me, her head in the hollow of my shoulder, one arm around my waist and the other resting on my abdomen. "Tell us the story," she said, breathlessly. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head.
"Ok, looks like you[re nice and comfy, so let's start with the day I met the love of my life." Annika blushed a bright red at that. It was very sweet. Rose began her tale.
The Monday after Thanksgiving, Mom told Helena that I had been accepted as a mistress and that it was time for me to find my first pet. Helena requested that she be allowed to present a potential candidate and Mom agreed. The next morning, Helena arrived with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The young woman was wearing a collar and leash, with which Helena lead her to the living room. Once there, Helena removed the young woman's trench coat, revealing that she was clad in a pretty, lacy bra and a tiny thong. Helena looked the young woman up and down, then said, "No, this won't do."
Helena pulled the young woman's thong up between her lips. Helena reached down to stroke the young woman's now partially revealed pussy lips. "That's much better!" Helena turned and stood beside the young woman, then looked at me. "Mistress Rose, I would be greatly honored if you would accept my daughter, Annika, as your pet. She is a good pet, very submissive, and I have done my best to train her in the arts of pleasing a woman."
"Oh my god, she's beautiful," is all I could manage to say.
Helena smiled and said, "I'm glad you like her. Would you like to examine her more closely?"
"Um, y-yeah," I stammered.
"Annika, prepare for inspection."
Without a word, Annika pulled her thong down, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and spread her legs a bit wider than shoulder width. Then she reached up and unclasped her bra, letting it join her panties on the floor. She put her hands behind her back, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her breasts.
I walked over to Annika and put my hands on her breasts. I loved the feel of their weight in my hands. I lightly pinched and pulled on her nipples, getting them rock hard. Then I moved down to cup her taught, curvy ass. She didn't break eye contact as I pulled her against me, even though our faces were less than an inch away. I just held her there for a moment, loving the tension of being so close without kissing, knowing that I was entirely in control. Finally, I gave in and kissed Annika. As our tongues danced, I ran my finger along her slit, before sliding it in her. Annika's pussy is so silky and tight, you really should feel it.
I finger-fucked Annika until she was moaning hard and bucking her hips, clearly about to orgasm. Helena stopped me before Annika could cum, though, asking, "wouldn't you like to see how well she can pleasure you?"
I nodded. "Eat me, Annika."
Annika crawled to me. As she unzipped my pants, Helena took my hand and asked, "may I?" After I nodded assent, she raised my hand to her mouth. Helena smiled as she sucked her daughter's cunt cream from my finger. Once my finger was clean, Helena gathered Annika's hair up and held it back so that Mom had a better view to watch her eating my pussy.
This little minx really took her time, dragging it out until I demanded she make me cum. I had just barely gotten the words out of my mouth when she had me screaming in ecstasy. I was still gasping for air when Helena asked, "did she meet your expectations, mistress?"
"And then... some," I gasped.
Helena signaled for Annika to stand by pulling her hair. When Annika was up, Helena smiled at her daughter and said, "I'm so proud of you, baby girl!" She punctuated her praise with a decided un-motherly kiss.
Mom said, "Rose, if you like your gift, you should show Helena, as a proper mistress would."
I told Annika, "lay down, pet." When Annika was on her back, I turned to Helena. "Thank you for this fantastic gift. Now, sit on your daughter's face. And let my pet show how grateful we are."
I took a moment to enjoy watching Annika eat her Mother's pussy before I crawled between Annika's legs. Annika broke out in goose bumps as I kissed my way up her thighs and gasped when I placed a light kiss on her clit. I ran my tongue between her lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her honey. I was so engrossed enjoying Annika's sweet snatch that I didn't notice Mom moving. I didn't know she was behind me until I felt something sliding up and down between my lips. She teased me relentlessly until I cried out, "please fuck me, Mommy!"
Mom fucked me hard as I ate Annika and she licked her Mom's pussy until we all came. All of us, except Mom, that was. Mom pulled out of me, then had me turn to face her. I didn't need to be told what was expected of me, so I started licking and sucking my juices from the strap-on. Mom ran her thumb along my lower lip, saying, "my baby has such a pretty mouth." She removed the strap-on, then walked to her chair. Spreading her legs, she beckoned me. "Show me what you can do with it."
A couple of weeks later, Mom was on the phone with Aunt Cassie. I was in my proper place, with my hands tied behind my back and my face between her legs. "Are you planning on making the twins mistresses soon?... You told them to eat your ass and they said no?!... You're too easy on them, sis. I bet you've never edged them or given them forced orgasms, have you?... Have you even tied them up?... H-hang on, sis." Mom came From the way she flooded my mouth, it must have been a good one. I'm a greedy bitch for Mom's cum, though, so I kept on licking. "Y-yeah, Rose is eating me out. She's so good at it, and I'm so proud of her.... Well, it's good that the twins like licking your pussy, but they should want to please you so much that they'll happily do anything that you tell them to.... Yeah, I'd be happy to help, but you have to promise not to intervene... Oh, believe me, it'll be my pleasure.... Ok, love you sis, can't wait to see you again."
I wasn't sure what Mom had in mind, but I had a feeling it involved having a lot of fun with my cousins. Mom hung up the phone, then took my hands and stood, implying I should stand as well. She looked lovingly into my eyes and brushed my hair back behind my ear, then kissed me passionately. All too soon, she broke the kiss. "Mmm, I love tasting myself on your lips, baby."
Mom sank to her knees and started caressing my clit with her tongue. I was already very wet from the pleasure of having Mom cum on my face, so she was able to easily slide two fingers in me. She didn't move her hand, leaving her fingers still. I gripped them as hard as I could, then released and gripped again like I was trying to milk them with my cunt. Mom smiled, "you're so fucking tight, baby." She started twisting her fingers while pumping into me.
Mom continued lavishing my clit with loving attention while she fucked me with her fingers. It felt so good that I almost committed the unforgivable sin of cumming without permission. I caught myself and asked for permission, but was denied. Mom slowed her fucking, but didn't stop. As my breathing started to steady, she increased her intensity until I asked permission again and was again denied. We repeated that cycle a few more times before she stood and put her fingers to my lips. I sucked Mom's fingers clean, then she said, "You are not allowed to cum until I explicitly tell you otherwise. Tomorrow, we'll begin your training in forced orgasms. Goodnight, baby." Mom left me dripping wet and aching with desire.
The next morning, Helena was waiting in the kitchen when I went downstairs for breakfast. Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "good morning, sleepyhead." Mom and Helena chatted amiably while I ate. After I rinsed off my plate, Mom said, "Rose, until I get back from work, you are to submit to Helena. Helena, you can do anything you want to Rose except to make her cum. I want her to be a whimpering mess, begging for release when I get home. That's when we'll begin her training in forced orgasms. Do you both understand?" Helena and I said yes, simultaneously.
As soon as Mom left, Helena mounted me in a 69. I was so horny a strong breeze could've made me cum, but I found out that day that Helena is a master tormentor. She licked just enough to keep me right at the edge of cumming, without going over. Helena spent the whole day eating me, making me eat her, playing with my pussy and fucking me with a strap-on in every position imaginable, but not letting me cum even once. By the time we needed to get ready for Mom's return, I would've fucked myself with a cucumber in the middle of Times Square if it meant I'd be allowed to cum.
Helena made dinner then prepared a plate for me. "Aren't we waiting on Mom?"
"I am, but you'll be too busy to eat once she gets here, so dig in."As I ate the delicious meal, she ate me, keeping me on edge. Once I was done, she placed a pillow on the floor. "Kneel, slut," she commanded. She tied my hands behind my back, then put a rabbit vibrator in me, tying my legs together in a way that would hold it firmly in place. "This beauty has brand new batteries," she smirked then held up a small, black fob, "and it's remote control." As if I needed convincing, she pressed a button and it started pulsating.
We heard the garage door open and Helena took her place on her knees beside me. Mom walked in and Helena greeted her, "Welcome home, mistress. I have taken the liberty of preparing dinner for you."
"Thank you, Helena. That's very thoughtful of you. Has Rose been a good girl" Helena responded affirmatively. Mom put her finger under my chin, tilting my face up to look at her and kissed my forehead. Seeing the pleading look in my eyes, Mom asked sweetly, "does my baby girl need to cum?"
"Yes, Mommy. Please, I need to cum so badly."
"Ok, you're free to cum whenever you need to now." Helena placed the fob in Mom's outstretched hand. Mom pushed a button and the vibrator jumped to its maximum intensity. I came instantly, a flood of juices cascading down my thighs. Helena quickly embraced me to keep me from falling over.
As she held me, Helena whispered in my ear, "what do you say when your Mother gives you an orgasm?"
"You're welcome, baby." Mom turned the vibrator down for a moment, letting me catch my breath. As soon as I stopped gasping and shaking, though, Mom started turning it back up. I was cumming again almost immediately. Mom and Helena sat down for dinner, but Mom didn't let that distract her from controlling the vibrator in me. Mom kept that up for hours, making me cum almost non-stop. By the time Mom finished, I was crying and seriously considering using my safe word. Mom turned off the vibrator as Helena untied me. Once I was freed, Mom carried me to her chair, then sat down and held me in her lap. She held me close, stroking my hair and covering my face in light kisses. Mom murmured lovingly, "It's ok, baby. It's over. You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you. I love you so much."
As usual, I slept in Mom's bed that night. Unlike most nights, though, we didn't have sex; she just held me all night. When I was terrified when I saw Helena in the kitchen the following morning. I didn't think I could take another day like the previous night. Mom must've noticed my trepidation, because she assured me that that wasn't what she had in mind. Now it was time for me to practice what I had learned.
Instead of the rabbit vibrator, Mom had me use a wand vibrator. She said I'd understand why when it came time to play with the twins. I was instructed to only push Helena for an hour at a time, giving her an hour off between to rest. Mom told me the theory about how to best inflict forced orgasms, including varying intensity to keep your pet from going numb. Helena augmented the theory with feedback in practice.
Helena was there every day for two weeks for my training. The first few days I didn't do particularly well, At times I didn't keep the intensity high enough to make her cum, a few times I kept it too high for too long and she stopped me because she had gone numb. Still, I was making progress and thought I was doing well. That Friday, I found out that I was being tested when Mom asked how I was doing. Helena said that I was making progress, but still had a long way to go.
"Rose, I want you to be the one who trains Kasey and Kelsey, but that won't happen if you're not ready, and we don't have much time for you to learn. I think you're going to need an incentive to work harder. Helena, you may use Rose however you want all day tomorrow."
The look on Helena's face as she thanked my Mom was chilling. The next day, I found out why. I also found out that Mom had taken it easy on me. Mom edged me all day, then moved into constant orgasms, but Helena mixed things up. She'd edge me for a couple of hours, then give me several orgasms in rapid succession. At first, the orgasms were a welcome relief, but soon the intensity got to be exhausting. The unpredictability made it even worse. I didn't know at any given time if the orgasm building in me would bring relief, or be denied to torment me more. I took the hard lessons from that day to heart.
The next week, I was back in training, practicing on Helena again. I wasn't subtle at all, pushing her as hard as I could just to test her limits. A few times I had to stop because she was getting desensitized by the constant stimulation. By the end of the week, I had it dialed in, though. I could push her right to the limit, then back off enough for her to recover before cranking up the intensity again. I was pretty proud of my progress, but not surprised when Helena reported on Friday that I still wasn't ready. Another day of torment for me, but I had a plan.
The next week, I kept Helena on edge all week, forbidding her to have any orgasms. Friday was the day that everything would come together. I'd take Helena to the edge, then back off to let her rest, but the rests got shorter each time, giving the impression that we were building to the final release. By an hour before Mom was to get home, the rest period was down to less than a minute. I tied Helena to a chair and took a second to appreciate my handiwork. I could see in Helena's eyes that she was dying for relief, so I denied her again. I increased the cooling off time to several minutes and restarted the progression, while making her watch as I made myself cum in my panties again and again.
When Mom got home, we were back down to just a couple of minutes of cooling off. I greeted Mom with a kiss, then she cast a glance at Helena who was looking truly miserable. "Ready to show Mommy what you've learned?" I knew it was time for my test, so I nodded affirmatively.
I took my cum-soaked panties off and shoved them in Helena's mouth. "You're going to need these. You have permission to cum." I took her to the very edge, then backed off again a couple more times before setting the vibrator on its highest intensity. I kept it there for the full hour, backing off only periodically to avoid letting Helena go numb. Before the hour was up, Helena was thrashing against her bonds and trying to scream through her makeshift gag. I finally turned the vibrator off and pulled my panties out of Helena's mouth. She slumped in her chair, sobbing and gasping for air. "Well, how did I do?"
Helena glared at me. "You fucking bitch. I thought I was going to cum to death!", she spat.
Mom smiled broadly, "so she's ready?"
"And then some. She's in a class all her own."
Mom untied Helena and I made us dinner. We ate and chatted casually. It would have looked like any normal dinner if I hadn't been wearing only a bra and Helena only a sheen of sweat. Mom asked in passing, "you seemed to enjoy that; are you planning on trying it with your new pet?"
I saw a flicker of panic in Helena's eyes, quickly suppressed. "No, I don't think I will."
"Why not, baby?"
I blushed. I know it's stupid, especially under the circumstances, but I was a bit embarrassed. "I... well.. I think I love her, Mom."
"Well, of course you do, baby. It's a poor mistress who doesn't love her pets."
"No, Mom, it's more than that. I love Helena as a friend and a pet, but I love, love Annika. I mean, the sex is great and she's a wonderful, obedient pet, but it's not just that. She's so sweet, and funny, and smart, and beautiful and, well, and perfect."
Helena beamed. "Who knows, I may end up with a pet daughter and a mistress daughter."
Mom smiled and took my hand, "I'm glad she makes you happy, baby."
The next couple of weeks flew by, as it always does when I'm with my beautiful Annika. The next thing I knew, it was time for the family Christmas party. We weren't officially supposed to gather until 5, but Mom had arranged for Aunt Cassie to arrive with Kasey and Kelsey at noon. Sure enough, they were there at a little past 3. There were hugs and kisses all around as we welcomed my aunt and cousins.
"Are we the first ones here?" Kelsey asked.
"Yeah, most people won't be coming until after 5, but we wanted to have some time with you two to get you ready" Mom responded. If the twins noticed the warning, they didn't let it show.
"Get us ready? What do you mean, Aunt Violet?" Ah, Kasey caught that.
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough. First, let's get those pants off of you, though." The twins smiled at each other and had their pants down around their ankles in a flash. Mom and I both got on our knees in front of Kelsey and Kasey and placed light kisses on their lips.
"Oh my god Kelsey. You're already dripping wet."
"Kasey is, too," Mom added.
"Mom's been a bitch. She hasn't let us cum in weeks!"
"Weeks? I'm pressed, sis. I didn't think you'd make it even a week."
"What? You told her...," Kasey asked, shocked.
"Ssh, we'll more than make it up to you tonight," I assured her. To show that I was serious, I ran my tongue slowly through between Kasey's lips, before sucking her clit. I couldn't see Mom, but from the sounds that Kelsey was making, I assumed she was doing the same.
Mom and I licked and sucked hungrily at my cousin's sweet cunts. Kasey's pussy tasted so good that I could have easily ruined our plans if Aunt Cassie hadn't intervened. "I don't think it's appropriate for a pet to cum before ea mistress, do you?"
Mom stood, "of course you're right, sis." Mom pulled her skirt up and said, "eat your auntie's pussy, pet"
Kasey whined, "will you make us cum, then?"
I pulled up my own skirt. "I promise you'll cum after us. Now, get to licking, pet."
From what Mom had relayed from Aunt Cassie, the twins still had some lessons to learn about being a pet, but they had clearly mastered licking pussy. I was confident that I'd have them begging to eat their Mother's ass by the end of the night, until then, though, I was going to enjoy myself. I was so horny thinking about what I was going to do to Kasey and her sister that I came within minutes. Kasey leaned back and smiled up at me, looking pleased with herself. I scowled down at her, "did I tell you to stop, pet?!" I pulled Kasey's face back into my pussy and she got back to work.
Mom held my hand as my cousins licked us ever-closer to orgasm. She ran the fingers of her free hand through her niece's hair, encouraging the young woman to focus on her clit. Mom's grip on my hand tightened. "I'm so close. Keep going, baby. Yeah, just like that. Oh god, I'm cumming! Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming," Mom cried out as she coated her niece's face with cum. Hearing Mom's cry of ecstasy drove me over the edge for my second orgasm. Mom took a shuddering step back, "that was amazing, Kelsey."
"Thank you, Aunt Violet." Kelsey looked so pretty with Mom's juices dripping off of her chin. "May we cum now?"
"You absolutely may not. Your Mother hasn't had an orgasm yet."
Kelsey sighed, "Ok, we'll double-team Mom and get her off quick, then you'll let us cum?"
"No, you get to eat your Mom's pussy every day. Today's my turn; c'mere, Cassie. Rose, why don't you play with your cousins while I enjoy my beautiful sister?"
"Gladly!" I held my hands out to help Kasey and Kelsey up off of their knees. I took turns kissing them, while running my hands over their lithe bodies. I loved tasting myself on Kasey's lips, but tasting Mom on Kelsey's was even better. I slid my hands down the twins nubile bodies and slipped my hands between their legs. They eagerly accepted my fingers into their silky depths and I began slowly pumping. "Tell me what they're doing."
"M-mom's sitting on Aunt Violet's face. Mom's l-leaning forward. Oh god, they're 69'ing."
"That sounds hot. Is it turning you on, watching our moms fuck?"
"Yeah, it is. Oh god, I'm so horny," Kelsey whimpered.
"Ya know what's turning me on? Getting to play with my cute little cousins' sweet cunts." I stopped pumping and held my fingers still. "Squeeze my fingers. Grip 'em as hard as you can. Fuck, your pussies are so tight!" I resumed pumping my fingers and rubbing their clits with my thumbs. When it felt like they were getting close, I'd stop moving and wait until they had calmed down. I kept that up until I heard Mom and Aunt Cassie both scream in pleasure. I withdrew my fingers and sucked them clean. "Mmm, they taste so good, Mom. We should get them to help us make the punch."
"That's a great idea, baby. Cassie and I will get the bench."
"The bench?" Kasey asked.
"Hey, have you ever been tied up?" I responded, dodging their question.
"No, Mom's not really into that."
"Really? Mom said that Aunt Cassie used to love it when Mom and Aunt Cindy tied her up and used her as their personal fuck toy."
A dreamy look crossed Kasey's face. "I wish Mom would let us do that to her."
"Well, tying someone up is a pretty dominant thing. You need to prove that you can be good pets and start your mistress training before she'll let you do that."
Mom and Aunt Cassie returned, carrying the bench. It was a long bench, like at a picnic table, but padded with an oval cut out in the middle and had legs that could have been mistaken as being extraneous. Sure, it was sturdy enough that it didn't need the extra support, but they made for great points to tie someone to. I retrieved the magic wand and rope that Mom and I had prepared earlier. "Ok, Kasey, sit here, straddling the bench," I said, gesturing towards the hole.
When Kasey was situated just the way I wanted her, I asked, "have you ever been tied up?"
"No, Mom's not really into that."
"Really? I've heard Aunt Cassie loved it when Mom and Aunt Aunt Cindy would tie her up and use her as their personal fuck toy."
Kelsey moaned, "I wish Mom would let us do that to her."
"Well, you have to show you can be a good pet before you get to be a mistress."
The poor girl shivered as I nestled the head of the wand between the pouting lips of her pussy. It wasn't even on yet! She was definitely going to lose her mind by the time I was done. "Hold this for me," I said, having her take the wand. I tied the wand firmly in place to her waist and thighs. The poor girl tried humping it, but the way I had it tied it just moved with her.
"Ok, Kelsey. Sit here like you're going to scissor with your sister. Wow, you didn't even have to think about how to do that. Have you naughty girls been practicing?" As I tied the twins together at the waist, Mom put the punch bowl beneath the hole in the bench. I tied the twins' legs to the bench, then said, "give your sister a big hug." I tied the twins' hands together behind their sister's back, then tied their bound hands to the bench. "You're going to love this. It's so hot being completely at your mistress' mercy." I turned the wand on to its lowest setting. Within seconds, the first delicious drops of my cousins' cunt cream were dripping into the bowl.
I turned the wand up to medium and started tracing the twins' tight assholes with my fingertips, eliciting a loud moan from both. "Does that feel good?"
"Oh god, I had no idea it'd feel this good! Please don't stop!"
"Wait, you mean you've never been touched there?"
"No, we've never done butt play."
"Wow! Well, just imagine how good a tongue would feel." I looked over at Mom. She and Aunt Cassie were sitting on the sofa, chatting casually as if being naked with your sister, watching your daughters play sex games together was an everyday occurrence. I wish it was. Family fun time is especially wonderful. "Mommy?"
"Yes, baby?"
"May I please eat your ass?"
"Of course, baby. You know how much I love it when you tongue-fuck my ass."
Mom walked over to me, her hips swaying in a brazen display of unbridled sexuality. She turned, bending over slightly and spread her cheeks, revealing her tight brown star. I was extra vocal as I lapped and slurped noisily at Mom's backside. I didn't want there to be any doubt at all about my enthusiasm.
"Must be nice. I wish my daughter pets were as eager to please as Rose is," Aunt Cassie sighed.
"Yeah, I'm very lucky; Rose is the best," Mom moaned. I slipped a hand around to play with her clit. "Oh, fuck, baby. Yes, just like that. I'm close, baby."
I stopped licking just long enough to say, "yeah, cum for me, Mommy!" Mom cried out and jerked as an orgasm tore through her.
"Thank you, baby. That was amazing."
"You're welcome, Mom. I love making you cum so much I can't imagine ever passing up a chance to do it."
"What about us? Can we please cum now?" Kasey and Kelsey whined in unison.
"Kiss and I'll let you cum."
The twins didn't hesitate. They locked lips, kissing with fiery passion. True to my word, I turned the wand up to max. We'd kept them on edge for so long, they almost immediately came, their juices gushing into the bowl waiting beneath them. As Kasey and Kelsey collapsed against each other, I turned the wand down to low. I held them and stroked their backs until they caught their breath, then immediately turned the wand back to high. Their second orgasm hit very soon after, this one marked by loud cries of ecstasy. I turned the wand back down to low, then pulled their hair so the twins were both looking up at me. "Did you sluts enjoy that? Was it worth the wait?"
"Oh, fuck yes. That was fucking amazing!"
"Good, because that was just the beginning."
"What?" Their expression was pure shock as I turned the wand back up to high.
The twins were well on their way to their fourth orgasm when there was a knock at the door. Aunt Cassie answered the door, welcoming Aunt Cindy, Lindsey and grandma. Lindsey was first to see us. "What's this? You bitches started without us?!"
"We had to get the twins primed so we can teach them about forced orgasms."
"Forced orgasms? That sounds fun! Can I help?"
"I wouldn't dream of depriving you of the joy of playing with these pretty little sluts."
"You're the best! Say, what toys do you have to use on 'em?"
I ran off to get a pair of dildos. They were impressive, but not ludicrously huge, and identical in every way except color. Lindsey gave them an appreciating look. "These are nice, but were you not planning on dp'ing the twins? Or were you planning on absolutely destroying them? I'm not sure even Mom could take this thing in her ass."
The twins looked at the cocks with horror, wondering what I had in mind. I waggled the fake cocks at them. "Well? What do you think? Do you want to take both of these at once?"
Kasey and Kelsey both whimpered, "no, please." I let them stew a bit, circling their nipples with the heads of the dildos. The excitement of fear and being touched sent a shiver down the twins' spine, which flowed smoothly into an orgasm.
"Isn't it wonderful to be completely at your mistress' mercy?"
Kasey whimpered and a tear ran down Kelsey's cheek. I kissed her tear away, then said, "we should be gentle with them; they're anal virgins."
That shocked Lindsey. "Seriously? Aunt Cassie, how have you not fucked these cute little butts?"
Aunt Cassie blushed, embarrassed to admit the truth. "Every time I've asked, they've said no."
"I can't believe you told your mommy mistress no. You're not going to deny us though, are you?" Lindsey's tone made it clear that that was more a statement of fact than a question.
"N-no, mistress," both girls answered in unison.
"Good girls," Lindsey cooed approvingly. Lindsey took one of the dildos and knelt down beside Kelsey. Slipping a finger into her cousin, Lindsey exclaimed, "holy fuck, you're wet!"
"Yes, mistress. Mistress Rose has made me cum so many times."
"Well, I hope you're ready for a few more." Lindsey bit Kelsey's earlobe as she plunged a dildo deep into her cousin. I followed Lindsey's lead and slipped my dildo into Kasey's tight pussy. Mom took advantage of the twins cunts being temporarily corked with fake cocks to grab the bowl and disappear into the kitchen. From the sounds of it, Aunt Cassie and Aunt Cindy were really enjoying each other's company, but I was too enraptured by the sight of the creamy goo that my cousins were decorating the dildos with to see what they were doing
Kasey and Kelsey cried out in ecstasy as we brought them to yet another orgasm. We pulled the dildos out, unleashing a flood of cum to flow into the floor. Just then, Mom came back in with a tray of glasses of punch. "Here, we can't let these beautiful young ladies get dehydrated," Mom said cheerfully. Since the twins couldn't move their hands, Lindsey and I lifted a cup to their lips. After they took a deep drink, Lindsey and I did as well. The punch was sweet and tangy, with a slightly creamy texture. "Well, how is it, girls?"
"It's delicious! I love the texture."
"I'm glad you like it. Kasey and Kelsey's wonderful secret sauce really sets it off."
Lindsey and I both finished off our cups of punch, holding it in our mouths, then kissed Kasey and Kelsey, sharing the pussy-juice infused punch with them. Lindsey whispered breathily into Kelsey's ear, I'm going to fuck your tight little ass, now, ok?"
Kelsey whimpered, "yes, mistress, If it pleases you, mistress." Her voice was tinged with desperation and defeat.
I gathered up some of Kasey's juices and used them to lube her puckered little hole. She gasped and shivered as I applied light pressure. It was so hot, knowing that I'd get to be the first to fuck my cousin's tight little asshole. Not even her mom had gotten to do that yet! I stroked, then pressed, then stroked, then pressed. I kept that cycle going until I managed to get my pinkie in to the knuckle. Kasey's moans let me know it felt good; Kelsey was similarly moaning her enjoyment of Lindsey's attentions. I slid the dildo back into Kasey and started pumping both of her holes. She made herself air-tight by kissing her sister.
Kasey moaned so sexily as I fucked her tight little holes, the music of her pleasure harmonizing perfectly with the sounds grandma, Mom and my aunts were making to create a beautifully sinful symphony. When Kasey's hips started bucking, I threw caution to the wind and fingered her ass even more intensely. Feeling the contractions of her orgasm were more than worth the risk of a broken finger. The twins convulsed violently as yet another orgasm tore through them. They held each other and whimpered as their bodies jerked involuntarily in the aftermath of their orgasm. After catching her breath, Kelsey begged, "please, no more."
"What? You've had enough orgasms already? I thought you two were horny."
Kasey responded, "we were, but we've cum so hard and so many times. We're exhausted, Rose."
I felt sorry for them, I really did, but I wouldn't have been doing them any favors if I let them up without them learning to be good pets. Lindsey stepped in to help, "Aw, c'mon. I'm sure you've got a few more orgasms left in you."
Kelsey looked terrified and a tear rolled down Kasey's cheek. I offered the poor girls an out, "it is Christmas, though. The season of giving and it's better to give than to receive. I bet your Mom would love a sweet pair of obedient daughter pets."
Kelsey took the hint. "Mommy, is there anything we can to to pleasure you?"
Aunt Cassie walked over and lightly stroked Kelsey's face. "Well, I really enjoy having my ass licked, and I'd love it if my beautiful daughters wanted to do that for me. I'd never force you or your sister, though. I don't want to make either of you do anything you don't want to do."
"May I please eat your ass Mommy? I would love to do anything that would bring you pleasure."
Aunt Cassie responded by turning around, bending over and spreading her cheeks. Kelsey didn't hesitate to bury her face between her Mom's ass. If she was disappointed that doing so didn't get her a reprieve from the vibrator, she didn't let it show.
Kasey licked her lips as she watched her sister licking their mother. "Will you cum on my face, Mommy? Please?" Clever girl knew that we couldn't keep the vibrator on her and Kelsey if they were on opposite sides of their mother.
Aunt Cassie smiled warmly, "I would love to, baby girl." I untied Kasey and Kelsey from each other, leaving the vibrator tied to Kasey. Lindsey replaced the vibrator on Kelsey with her fingers and tongue. I embraced Kasey from behind, playing with her beautiful boobs. It was so hot getting such a close-up view of Kasey eating aunt Cassie out.
Aunt Cassie must have really enjoyed being double-teamed, as she squirted all over her daughter's face We gave Kasey and Kelsey one more orgasm before setting them free. The rest of the evening, the twins were passed around among the rest of the family like a pretty little pair of pussy-pleasing pets. Each of them serviced everyone at least once; Kasey ate me out twice. They double-teamed their mom three more times, taking turns with one eating her ass and the other eating her pussy. By the end of the evening, Kasey and Kelsey were both a mess, exhausted, their hair soaked and faces well-glazed with cum. I've never seen them happier.
A couple of weeks later, aunt Cassie called to thank me for bringing the girls around. She said that every day when she got home from work, they were waiting for her by the door, stark naked and on their knees.
Kasey and Kelsey's improvement must have been exemplary, because when we all got together for Easter, aunt Cassie proposed that they be permitted to begin training as mistresses. They had demonstrated that they had become good submissive, so we accepted them happily. That's when aunt Cassie dropped the bombshell. "Thank you all, I'm so proud of my girls. Kasey, Kelsey, your aunt Violet has graciously agreed to let you stay with her and Rose this summer and train you."
"Huh? What about you, Mom? Why aren't you training us?"
"I'd like to help with your training. If you and your sister will have me, I'd like to offer myself as your first pet."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"
"Yes, baby. I want to be your sex slave. I want you and your sister to use me however you like. I want to be your full service, pussy pleasing mommy pet."
"Fuck, that was a fun summer. Basically a 3-month incestuous orgy," Rose finished her story. Rose smiled, seeing that Bree had her hand down my pants. I was way too horny to stop her. In fact, I was so damn horny that the depravity of having other people watching our incestuous love was a major turn-on.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Annika got up to answer it. I should have stopped Bree, but I just couldn't. A pair of women entered the room behind Annika. In the lead, a statuesque, raven-haired beauty with streaks of silver in her hair. She was dressed quite elegantly and wouldn't have looked out of place at a fine restaurant, if not for the leash in her hand. On the other end of the leash was a gorgeous blonde, who also looked to be in her late 40s, maybe early 50s. In addition to the collar, the blonde was wearing stiletto heels that beautifully accentuated her shapely calves in their sheer black thigh-high nylons. She wasn't wearing anything else.
Rose bounded to the brunette and kissed her passionately. Finally, the older woman broke the kiss. "And hello to you, too, baby."
"I've missed you, Mommy," Rose exclaimed.
That put me over the edge. I cried out, "oh, fuck, baby, you're making mommy cum!"
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"cousin",
"lesbian",
"incest",
"mother",
"mommy",
"daughter",
"aunt",
"mother/daughter",
"mommy/daughter"
] |
The Karens Ch. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-karens-ch-03
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Transgender
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Karen:
'A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.'
Chapter Three -- The Right Kind Of Victim
Alex awoke at dawn, the pale winter light creeping through the curtains. She had slept on the couch in her dress and when she saw the empty bottle of Australian shiraz and the two empty glasses on the coffee table she realised that the nightmare she been having was real. Mitch Bellingham knew that she was trans and when she had told him he had abandoned her.
She checked her cell phone but there were no messages.
Wearily she made her way to the bedroom, stripped, removed her makeup and showered. She was dreading going to school today because there was the distinct possibility that Mitch had told someone else that Alex was trans and hot gossip travelled fast. She put on a pleated tartan skirt, black opaque tights, a white long-sleeved blouse and a tartan blazer that matched her skirt. She fixed her hair and makeup and set her resolve. This could likely be one of the worse days of her life but she would not retreat into the façade of the dowdy poppet she had once been.
She slipped her feet into the chunky block heeled Mary Janes with the over-arch straps and checked her reflection in the mirror. Mitch had been right last night when he'd said that no one could possibly think that she was anything other a young woman but if the truth was out it would make no difference. She looked pretty and stylish but she also looked tired with bags under her eyes.
She was too anxious to eat so she drank a cup of coffee and slipped on her fur-lined coat. It had snowed overnight and the bleak urban terrain matched her mood. As she drove to school she played out various scenarios in her head. She would be shunned, derided and mocked. The Karens would be waiting, their mouths filled with vitriol and malice. She might even be attacked in the restroom.
Alex knew that none of that was likely. The school had a policy of inclusiveness and there were openly gay male and female students who got along just fine with their straight classmates. What she felt guilty about was that she had kept her transgender identity a secret and no one liked liars and imposters.
When she parked she didn't see Mitch's Dodge pickup in the lot. She checked her phone again... nothing. She resisted the urge to text him and followed the cleared path to the school entrance dreading every step.
It was a normal school day. No one had fragged her locker nor was there an intimidating note taped to the door, there was no chorus of derision or hateful glances. Those who knew her well enough said hello, she got the same pervy glances that all the pretty girls got from some of the boys. She was not confronted by her homeroom tutor nor had Mary Applebee dispatched one of her lackies to demand that Alex report to the Vice Principal's office. It was almost surreal.
But there was no sign of Mitch Bellingham and he didn't turn up all day, nor did he call or leave a message. Alex made it through the day almost in a trance. She barely acknowledged that she had been assigned the role as assistant stage director for the play. Of course Karen Allbright was selected for lead role as Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield would play the roles of the pseudo 'ugly sister' office bitches. Mitch Bellingham had been selected for the male lead but of course he wasn't in class to acknowledge it.
When Alex arrived home Mitch Bellingham was sitting on her stoop. This wasn't some fairytale. He wasn't holding a dozen red roses, he didn't race down the driveway and sweep her off her feet. He sat there looking morosely at his feet. Alex unlocked the door and hung her schoolbag and coat up in the hallway. Mitch followed her inside and closed the door.
"Is this a coffee situation or an alcohol situation?" Alex asked when Mitch sat himself down at the little dining table.
Mitch just sat gloomily looking at his hands so Alex poured two double shots of vodka and placed one down in front of Mitch and then she took a seat opposite him.
"Well?" she asked when Mitch remained silent.
"Well what? You lied to me and it wasn't some little white lie. Is your whole life just one big lie? Who the fuck are you?" Mitch finally spoke.
"Technically I didn't lie to you. I omitted to tell you something. Yes, it's a big something but the reality is I was going to keep things between us platonic. I had this silly fantasy that we could just be friends but every time we got together I couldn't help myself. You trigger something in me that I just can't control," Alex said and downed her shot.
"You think that flattering me like that somehow absolves you of deceit?" Mitch replied and downed his shot.
Alex said nothing. She knew that Mitch was right and she was wrong. She did what she always did, she deflected.
"You got the male lead in the play. You're to play Steven Rankin the lame-ass boss, as you so eloquently put it. You're a perfect fit: sorta handsome in that unkempt, unassuming kinda way and being a worldclass asshat, you won't really have to act," Alex tried to dial down the tension.
"I suppose Karen Allbright got the lead so at least I'll get to kiss a hot chick, maybe feel her up a little in the love scenes. She does have great tits," Mitch gave a wan smile.
"But you're a leg and ass man. However I suppose she has great legs and a tidy ass too," Alex countered.
"Ok, enough of the witty repartee, tell me the truth," Mitch said soberly.
"Ok, but we are going to need more of this; at least I am," Alex pointed at the shot glasses.
She went back to the freezer and took out the bottle of vodka and placed it on the table. She poured more shots, took a deep breath and told Mitch everything about her life. The only omission she made was that she was effectively her uncle's concubine, prostituting herself for the sake of Miles Davenport's altruism and financial aid. She painted her uncle as a philanthropist whom she loved because of his acceptance of her gender and his generosity. She made no mention of having sex with her uncle and implied that she had learned about sex from a couple of short-lived dalliances with tranny chasers back in Miami.
Mitch remained silent for a while and drank another shot before he spoke.
"So many of my questions answered but so many of them remain unanswered," Mitch sighed.
"Go ahead and ask?" Alex poured them both another drink.
"How much of that is you?" he waved at her body.
"Mitch it's pretty much all me. I have breast implants but so do a lot of cis women. I take hormones which have helped shape my body and means I don't have facial hair. What you see is me, a young woman. I look like a woman, I walk like a woman, I speak like a woman and I even think like a woman. I never really thought of myself as a boy," Alex explained.
"Oh ok, I can accept all that. You are one of the most feminine girls I know. But what about down there," Mitch nodded towards Alex's lower extremities.
"Ok, we finally got there. There are no definitive studies but it is estimated that only somewhere between fifteen and twenty percent of transgender women undertake bottom surgery. As for me, I don't need a designer vagina to feel like a real woman. To be blunt, I like having a functioning penis, it gives me great pleasure. There, now you know," Alex said a little heatedly.
"Look, I know that you like everything about my body above and below my genitals, you have certainly taken advantage of it. That's why I kept you out of my panties and told you that I'm not going to fuck you. I came out to you as transgender so that you could know the truth and decide for yourself whether or not you wanted keep seeing me. If I had a designer vagina I could probably have just lied to you," Alex leaned across and reached for Mitch's hand but he drew it away.
"But you did lie to me. A lie of omission. You are a duplicitous bitch," Mitch sniped.
Tears formed in Alex's eyes but she refused to cry.
"I bared my soul to you Mitch. Other than Miles, no one knows as much about me as you do. Now it's for you to decide. Do we remain lovers, do we remain friends or do we just go our separate ways?" Alex tried to remain calm when she said this.
"I'm so conflicted Alex. I spent all day today thinking about you and my emotions have ranged from anger to pity," this time Mitch reached for Alex's hand but she yanked it away.
"Don't you dare pity me Mitchell Bellingham! I like who I am. I love who I am! I don't want your pity and certainly don't need your approval," Alex pushed her chair away from the table and got to her feet.
Mitch stood up and confronted Alex.
"What
do
you want from me?" he took her hands in his and this time she let him.
"I want your affection. I want intimacy. I want your respect. I want some form of attachment but I'll settle for friendship," Alex searched his eyes for the truth.
"Jeez Alex you know I respect you. You are the most intelligent girl that I have ever met but I can't offer you friendship," Mitch said and Alex's bottom lip began to quiver.
"I don't want us to be friends. I want us to be emotionally involved and devoted to each other. I like the old fashioned term sweethearts," Mitch took Alex in his arms and kissed her softly and Alex collapsed against him.
The tension, the fear, the dread and the self-doubt drained from her. Mitch held her close and kissed her cheek and stroked her hair.
"You are the most beautiful and articulate woman that I have ever met. I never feel as comfortable as I do as when I'm with you. We click. We relate to each other. We make each other laugh. We both see the world through the same lens. We complete each other," Mitch whispered in Alex's ear and she couldn't help but cry.
"Also, we kinda hit it off sexually, I get a boner every time I think of you," Mitch tried to bring some levity to the situation.
"Me too," Alex couldn't help herself.
Mitch burst out laughing.
"Not many guys get to hear that from their girlfriend," he chuckled.
"Is that what I am? Am I your girlfriend?" Alex searched his face for any trace of deception but she saw only adoration.
"We can keep it on the downlow if you like but if any of those horny seniors make advances to my girl they will regret it. Except for the offensive linemen. If any of those guys come for you, you're on your own," Mitch pinched her bottom.
Alex dug him in the ribs but her laugh broke the tension.
"Can I use your bathroom, I've been drinking coffee all day and now all that vodka and I really need to pee," Mitch unlatched himself from Alex.
"My bathroom is ensuite to my bedroom," Alex pointed down the short corridor.
"Wow! I finally get to explore your bedroom," Mitch turned towards the corridor.
"My panty drawer is second from the top. If you make a mess in them you have to clean it up," Alex called after him jokingly.
"The only panties I'm interested in right now are the ones you are wearing," Mitch called out just before he disappeared into the bedroom.
Alex went searching for another bottle of Australian shiraz. At eight hundred dollars a bottle, the Penfolds Bin 180 Cabernet Shiraz she selected from the small wine collection that Miles kept at her apartment was an extravagance but she considered that the situation warranted it.
She put the vodka back in the freezer, cleared away the shot glasses and brought two crystal wine glasses to the table along with the wine. Mitch came into the room twirling the lace trimmed black full-cut panties she had worn during their previous encounter around his finger.
"Look what I found," Mitch grinned at her.
"You put them back!" Alex squealed playfully.
"No! You put them on," Mitch threw the panties at her.
"You were wearing them last night and I really like them," Mitch grinned at her.
"Ok, but I'm not doing that here. It's my turn to use the bathroom," Alex waved the panties at him and departed for bedroom.
It was the perfect opportunity for Alex to prepare herself for what she hoped lay ahead. She took off her jacket, skirt, pantyhose and panties and went into the bathroom. She did what was necessary and then inserted two Wet Stuff bodyglide capsules into her freshly cleaned anus and went into the bedroom to fix her makeup. She took a pair of sheer nylon holdup stockings from the drawer and put them on followed by the black panties that Mitch had thrown at her. She stepped into her skirt, put on a pair of heels, refreshed her perfume and went back into the kitchen-diner.
"Wow! You look very nice. You took so long in there that I was tempted to come and find you," Mitch went over to Alex and kissed her.
"Isn't that what women do? Make their boyfriends wait for them," Alex smiled and Mitch felt his heart soar.
"Do you want some wine?" Alex nodded at the bottle breathing on the table.
"After," Mitch whispered and kissed her.
"After what?" Alex breathed.
Mitch said nothing. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He undressed in front of her and Alex helped him. He was rampant and Alex gasped when she saw the size of him.
"Now you," Mitch murmured.
Alex took off her skirt, blouse and brassiere and was about to kick off her heels.
"Leave them on; they're sexy," Mitch sat on the bed leaving Alex standing before him and he traced a finger down her leg.
"
You're
sexy," he growled, then traced his finger back up her leg to where the welt of her stocking met her bare flesh.
He followed the curve of her hip and traced his fingertips across her belly then followed the arc of her waist. His fingertips grazed her nipples and Alex gasped, the sexual tension was building between them. His fingers continued their journey, tracing the hollows of her clavicles, sauntering along her swan-like neck and then on to her face where he stroked the small scar on her chin then caressed her cheek and then he put a fingertip on her lips and traced the outline of them before pushing it in her mouth.
Alex though that it was one of the most gentle erotic thing she had ever experienced as she sucked on Mitch's finger, standing before him nearly naked, but they both knew that there was an issue that needed confronting. Alex hadn't tucked and her semi-erect penis tented the front of her panties, a tiny dewy wet patch was beginning to blossom on the black satin.
Mitch was aware of it and he had avoided touching her pubis when he traced his fingertips along her body, lying to himself that he had done so to build the erotic tension between them. The truth was that he was scared to touch her there. He just didn't know how he would react.
Alex was only inches away from him, fashion model tall, her long shapely legs sheathed in the sexy diaphanous nylons, her feet shod in fuck-me-pumps. Her curvaceous hips, buxom ass, perky breasts, flat belly and flawless alabaster skin were a marvel. Her wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif framed her face, the highlights accentuated in the fading light, her natural blonde roots were showing through. Alex's face was unconventionally beautiful. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth, she had a small but prominent scar on her chin but her cheeks were well defined and exhibited a rosy hue creating a captivating facial silhouette. Her lips were full and sensual and he could lose himself in those glacial emerald-green eyes.
Alex began to shake a little, her eyes half-closed as Mitch began the return journey. This time his fingers lingered on her breasts, cupping each one, circling her areolas, grazing her nipples, then onward down her body. He caressed the crease where her legs joined her torso and then they diverged from their journey. He traced the lacy waistband of her panties across her belly. His fingers followed the seam down the side and he fondled the lacy legholes, deliberately avoiding the front panel.
Mitch took a deep breath and then his fingers began to drift across the front of the black satin panties, closing in on the prominent bulge.
Alex shuddered and her hand darted out and she clamped her fingers around Mitch's wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong and she prevented him from continuing his exploration.
"You don't have to touch me there. There are ways of making love to me such that you never have to see or touch it. I'll just leave my panties or my pantyhose on and keep it tucked away," Alex whispered.
Mitch looked up at the angel who towered so close to him that he could hear her breathing and feel the warmth of her body. Her eyes were full of trepidation, imploring him to stop what he was about to do. She was shaking with anxiety. She was scared that her uniqueness would ruin what should be the most sublime moment between them.
"I don't want parts of you Alex. I want all of you," Mitch smiled up at her and removed her hand from his wrist.
Mitch swallowed and set his resolve. He caressed the silky fabric of her panties and then he traced the outline of her penis, barely touching it and Alex moaned. Mitch became emboldened. He ran his finger along the length of her phallus, feeling the pulse of it through the silky satin. He witnessed the dewy stain blossom where her glans pressed against the flimsy fabric.
Mitch was both fascinated and relieved. There was nothing revolting about her genitalia. It was part of her and he adored every inch of her and he was amazed at how a simple stroke of his hand could cause her so much pleasure, manifested in the growing bulge in her panties. But then he shouldn't be surprised. When Alex fondled him down there, didn't his own body react accordingly?
He gripped Alex's penis and began to stroke it, rubbing the lustrous fabric of her panties against her straining flesh. A bubble of precum formed where the stain had blossomed.
"Oh god!" Alex whimpered and pushed his hand away and fell on him.
They scooted onto the bed and Mitch lay prone with Alex on top of him, kissing him fervently, her hand stroking his face while her body writhed against his. Mitch felt her breasts flatten against his chest and her nipples harden. Her legs, sheathed in the gossamer stockings, shimmied against his tender flesh. Her kisses were hot wet and yearning, her tongue flittering inside his mouth, her lips crushed against his lips. The feel of her body, the scent of her perfume, the caress of her hair against his face and neck were a powerful stimulant that fuelled his desire.
He could feel her cock grinding against his, her satin panties the only barrier between their turgid flesh. He found it surprisingly erotic. There was nothing 'gay' about it. This was not some homoerotic experiment between two boys. Alex was a beautiful, sexy, exotic young woman and he had no problem dealing with that. He was too swept up in her seductiveness and her desirability to be playing homophobic mind games.
Alex could hardly contain her desire. She pressed her body against Mitch's muscled torso, her kisses were almost savage as she mashed her lips against his and swirled her tongue in his mouth, tasting him, feeling his tongue collaborate. Her breasts ached with suppressed desire, her nipples were tender and tingled delightfully as they grazed against Mitch's chest. Her cock was afire as she ground it against Mitch's mighty organ, her panties an ethereal veil of gossamer that shielded their throbbing flesh.
Suddenly Alex unglued her body from Mitch's, his kisses a ghostly presence on her lips, her bosom still afire. She could sense that if they continued their canoodling one or both of them would likely climax and although that would be wonderful, she had something more epicurean in mind.
Alex straddled Mitch, her legs bestride him, her thighs pressed against his flanks, her buttocks pressed into his groin. She squirmed her ass against his cock and felt it judder and she knew that she must consummate their desires before Mitch climaxed prematurely. She eased aside the gusset of her panties and lifted her lower extremities off his torso and guided his penis between her buttocks so that his glans pressed against her sphincter. The length and girth of his manhood was almost terrifying and she prayed that the lubricating gelcaps would served their purpose.
Alex lowered herself only a smidge, feeling Mitch's bulbous, mushroomed head press harder against her entrance. She closed her eyes and pushed downward and suppressed a scream as his glans punctured her tight ring, stretching her sphincter to the conjuncture where she thought it might tear.
Mitch placed his hands on Alex's hips, gently supporting her, watching her grimace, hearing her grunt and gasp. He'd had women complain that he was almost too big for them when he penetrated their vaginas, although their complaints seemed to quickly become moans of desire once they accommodated him and he prayed that Alex would be able to take him as he felt her sphincter tightly cling to his glans. The sensation of her tight ring clutching at the head of his phallus was delightful.
Alex endured the pain, allowing her sphincter to stretch to its extremity until finally the sublime agony became a dull ache and then a deep resonating delightful pang. She opened her eyes and saw the concern on Mitch's face and she forced herself to smile as she slowly pressed downward and gasped as Mitch's steely weapon began to slide inside her. Her anus stretched to accommodate him, thankfully the lubricant eased the passage of the monster cock that was splitting her wide open.
Mitch's face registered surprise and delight as Alex's rectum enveloped his cock. It was so tight and pliable; a moist velvety sheath into which his aching manhood slowly penetrated. He saw the look of anguish on Alex's face change into a mask of pleasure and he let go of her hips and put his hands to her breasts and fondled them, caressing her engorged nipples, adding fuel to the fire that was raging in Alex's belly. He saw that her cock was straining against her panties, the head had sprung free of the waistband and a slivery tendril of precum dangled from the eye.
He reached for her and scooped up the viscous discharge and used it to lubricate her penis as he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it. Alex cried out and began to raise herself up off his mighty organ and then ground down on it, driving it deep into her body. Her face was a mask of rapture. Her eyelids fluttered, she ground her teeth, she furrowed her brow, her mouth formed a grimace as she began to ride his bloated pole.
Mitch had barely began to stroke Alex's cock when it juddered in his hand and a freshet of scalding jism splashed across his belly and chest, quickly followed by a succession of spritzes of musky milt. He felt her anus contract and quiver around his cock as she climaxed and he could hold back no longer. His orgasm was an explosion of sensual decadence, overpowering and carnal. He put his hands back on Alex's hips and fucked her, driving his cock in and out of her tight orifice, expressing his semen inside her, barely registering that she was screaming.
But Alex was not screaming with pain, although she felt that her anus might tear asunder. Her screams were the result of the most intense and prolonged orgasm that she had ever experienced. Her prostate was issuing ringlets of deep resonance, the walls of her anus were alight, her sphincter was a tight ring of ethereal decadence and her cock was throbbing and juddering as her scrotum contracted and her juices exploded from her body.
She fell on Mitch and kissed him viciously as he continued to jackhammer his cock in and out of her ass. She squirmed against him, licking, biting and sucking his mouth. He held her tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling her nylon-sheathed thighs chafing his flanks, her panty-shrouded bottom driving into his groin, her buttocks quivering with the force of his intense fucking, the satin panties caressing his scrotum. They were locked together in the throes of ecstasy.
Slowly their fervent fucking transformed into blissful coitus and then they lay in each others arms, spent and satisfied. They were both panting. Mitch's torso was smeared with Alex's issue, Mitch's juices dribbled from Alex's sphincter despite the fact that his cock was still plugging her ass. Neither of them wanted to break the embrace. Neither of them wanted to break the silence. So they lay like that, a couplet of contentment with barely the energy to kiss each other lovingly.
The bedroom reeked of sex: the musky smell of fresh semen, the funk of Mitch's sweat, an undercurrent of Alex's almost cloying Dior Poison perfume, the redolent miasma a tribute to their frenzied lovemaking.
"Shall I get the wine?" Alex finally whispered after what seemed like an eternity.
"Does that mean you have to leave the bed?" Mitch chuckled.
"Not for long," Alex caressed his cheek and smiled at him.
"It would be a shame to waste it," she added.
"Then get it and come back to bed. And don't take too long," Mitch kissed the tip of her nose.
Alex climbed off Mitch, every muscle in her body aching. His cock slid from her anus and she felt a river of semen dribble out of her. She hitched up her panties to soak up the mess and put her cock away and gingerly climbed off the bed.
"There is no elegant way to do that is there," Mitch smiled cheekily at her.
"Well it's all your fault," Alex picked up a pillow and threw it at him and made her escape when he reached for her.
She went into the bathroom first and cleaned between her legs and the tops of thighs. The stockings could stay on but her panties were saturated. She came out of the bathroom and found a clean pair of panties similar to the ones she had been wearing and slipped into a gossamer peignoir. She quickly dismissed any thoughts of freshening her makeup or fixing her hair. She doubted it would be worth the effort given that she could see that Mitch's cock was becoming tumescent again. She sprayed a little perfume on herself and padded into the other room to get the wine and glasses.
They drank a glass of wine until Mitch's ardour built to the point where he just couldn't keep his hands off Alex. This time they didn't just fuck; they made love, with Alex on her back, her limbs locked around Mitch's body, holding him close to her so that she could feel his heartbeat. Their kisses were passionate but not frantic, they enjoyed the feel of their bodies melded together and they climaxed as one.
Followed by more wine. Followed by more sex.
"I better leave, it's past midnight and we both have school tomorrow and my car is parked across the street. The busybodies are gonna talk," Mitch began to dress then he collected his mobile phone, wallet and spare change from the bureau.
"Fuck the busybodies," Alex said dreamily.
She was exhausted and half asleep.
Mitch kissed her cheek and was certain that Alex was asleep before he even left the bedroom. He put on his boots in the lounge room and silently closed the front door behind him.
Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch's truck the next morning where he was parked at the back of the parking lot.
"You gotta get the heater fixed Mitch it's freezing in here and my legs feel like icicles," Alex rubbed her gloved hands together.
Mitch thought she looked cute in her little navy skirt with red tights and strappy Mary Janes. Her pretty face was framed by the fur hood of her coat and he leaned in and kissed her.
"Wait. You have an eyelash on your cheek," Mitch carefully gathered the delicate black lash with his fingertip.
"Make a wish and blow," he held it in front of her face on the pad of fingertip.
Alex closed her eyes, made her wish, and blew softly and the eyelash fluttered away. Mitch had never seen her look so beautiful and defenceless and he kissed her on the tip of her nose.
"What did you wish for?" he grinned at her.
"I can't tell you otherwise it wont come true," Alex smiled at him mischievously.
"Am I in it?" Mitch returned the smile.
"I'm not telling," Alex teased him.
"Can I come around after work?" Mitch asked.
"I'm going to the gym but I'll stop at the grocery on the way home. Is there anything you want particularly for dinner?" Alex asked.
"You in your gym tights," Mitch grinned at her.
"You're insatiable. I could barely walk this morning," they both blushed.
"Ok. You want to keep this on the DL so you go first," Mitch reached across to release the door latch for her.
"Fuck the DL. I'm not scared to be seen with you unless you don't want to be seen with me," Alex swallowed.
Mitch kissed her quickly and hopped out of the truck and came around her side and he opened her door for her. They walked hand in hand through the parking lot until they came to the cleared pathway that led to the school entrance where they continued to walk side by side.
None of this was lost on Karen Allbright who was necking with Chad Pemberton in his car.
The Karens approached Alex just before drama class. They were waiting for her in the auditorium which doubled as the theatre.
"Quite the catch Walmart. You were seen at the carnival with Mitch Bellingham and now you guys are kissing in the parking lot, holding hands and behaving all lovey dovey. How long as this been going on?" Karen Allbright asked but her tone wasn't grating; if anything it was flattering.
Alex ruminated before she replied. She had a truce with The Karens and did not want to jeopardise it by lying. Karen had even said that if Alex hadn't presented herself as a dowdy loner on the first day of school she might have even considered letting her join their little entourage, which Alex would never have done in any event but it was complimentary.
"We met when he helped me when I tripped and fell during the cross country tryouts," Alex answered.
"Yeah, sorry about that Alex," Karen smirked.
There wasn't a hint of remorse in Karen's apology but as far as she could recall this was the first time that Karen had called her 'Alex' instead of something belittling.
"A little while later he asked me out on a date and things kinda just took their natural course," Alex blushed a little.
"But not until after he sucker-punched Denton at the country club," Felicity Lichfield hissed.
Karen turned on Felicity and gave her indignant glare, basically signalling to Felicity to drop it. There was no doubt who was the supreme leader of their little clique.
"Is it true what they say? Rick said that he's seen Mitch naked in the locker room and that he's hung like a horse," Constance Dupree joined in.
"He dated Bridget Cooper for a little while and she kinda walked a little bow-legged while they were together," all The Karens laughed at that.
"Hope you bought some lubricant honey. You don't want your pussy getting wrecked. Rick has already told me that I'm having caesareans when we have kids because he's not into loose pussies," Constance giggled, not realising that her little joke said a lot about Rick Macklin's attitude to feminism and fidelity.
"Let's not badger our new friend," Karen guided the conversation to safer ground.
"I see Vogel made you assistant stage director. Me and my girls all have leading roles so make sure you treat us right and get the best out of us. Also, be careful about Vogel, especially if he tries to get you alone," Karen warned.
"Mitch said something about rumours that he has a casting couch in his office and that he was sweet on me but I was sure that he was joking," Alex replied, shocked that Karen would say such a thing.
"Look, Vogel is careful. He'd never come onto a girl whose family has power and influence and is confident enough to kick him in the balls and report him. If the rumours are true, he preys on the weak and defenceless or those willing to offer him something sweet to get the grade they want," Karen continued.
"We noticed right away that Vogel had his eye on you. But that was when you were getting around like a bike-riding pauper and looked and dressed like a street urchin. Now that you're out there flaunting your good looks and prosperity he will likely leave you alone," Karen ameliorated her previous warning.
"Anyway, I'll do my best to ensure that the production is the best it can be and any help I can give you girls, just ask," Alex said in a conciliatory tone.
"Well that's great to hear," Karen's smile seemed genuine.
"And congratulations on getting the lead," Alex smiled pleasantly at Karen.
"Well for now at least. Maybe I can cop a feel of your boyfriend in the love scenes and see if the rumours are true," Karen winked at Alex.
"Just joking. Mitch Bellingham isn't my type. He's handsome enough but he's from the wrong side of the tracks," Karen actually reached out and patted Alex affectionately on the arm.
"Ok. Enough bullshit. What we really wanted to talk to you about are some suggestions we have regarding our roles and about the numbers we will be performing," Karen became suddenly serious.
It had already been decided that during the musical numbers the choreography would be simple and the actors would lip-synch rather than sing live. The numbers would be injected into the play at key points during the play and being an amateur production they could use the works of established commercial performers. The actors, sound techs and the production team would recommend which songs to use but Mister Vogel would have the final say. It was important that the songs be a commentary device to progress the play. Afterall it was a farce aimed at parodying romcoms.
Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield cornered Alex and handed her a list of songs that they thought would be appropriate for the scenes they were in and went on to explain, in no uncertain terms, why they were perfect. Karen Allbright drifted away and took out her script and studied it.
It was not lost on Alex that Karen had said '
well for now at least
' when Alex congratulated her on getting the lead.
Mitch was talking animatedly with Alex Vogel about his part in the production but he stole cautious glances at Alex surrounded by The Karens but Alex waved and smiled at him, indicating that all was well. Eric Vogel beckoned Karen Allbright over and talked purposely with his two leads, at various times pointing to the script and then to the stage. Alex was not at all jealous that her boyfriend would playing a romantic lead alongside her enemy. This was a production written for and by the graduating class who were all young adults but it was still high school.
There would be some kissing and body contact and the performers had signed consent forms, undersigned by their parents, and an intimacy coordinator, basically a mom appointed by the PTA with the power of veto, would be on stage during rehearsals.
Finally Mister Vogel called his cast and crew together and they began to discuss the play in earnest so they could agree on a consensus of the final script and stage directions. Rehearsals were due to start next week.
At lunchtime Alex and Mitch sat together openly in the cafeteria. Gossip about the two of them being together had run its course and no one stared at them or whispered behind their back.
"So who is Bridget Cooper?" Alex asked, surprising Mitch.
He blushed a little but answered honestly.
"She was my last girlfriend but that was quite a while ago. She left school and left Masons Peak to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. Haven't heard from her since," Mitch shrugged his shoulders.
"Who told you about her?" Mitch asked.
"Constance Dupree mentioned her," Alex said matter-of-factly.
"I saw you with her in the auditorium. So you're friends with The Karens now are you?" Mitch countered.
"Karen Allbright said that she might cop a feel during one of the love scenes to see if the rumours are true that you are hung," Alex continued to tease.
"Maybe I'll let her," Mitch grinned.
"She said something else that was a little strange when I congratulated her on getting the lead. She hinted that she might only have the role temporarily," Alex said.
"I wouldn't believe anything any of The Karens has to say. They're always plotting and conniving. Anyway, don't worry about cooking tonight, I'd like to take you out to dinner. You pick. Somewhere special," Mitch smiled at her.
"Would you be offended if I offered to pay or at least if we went Dutch? I know that you're saving up for college and fixing up your car," Alex said cautiously, not wanting to offend Mitch.
"I have no problem with that at all. I'll make it up to you later in bed," he kissed her quickly on the cheek and they went back to their sandwiches.
Alex's life had become somewhat idyllic. She was getting good grades, Mitch came around most nights and the sex was hot and their relationship was blooming. The Karens were off her back and she was comfortable in her own skin. Her secrets were still safe. Other than Mitch no one else in Mason's Peak knew that she was transgender and no one knew that her uncle was also her lover.
Two things happened on the same day a week or so later that interrupted her tranquillity. The first was that Miles sent a text that he would be staying over the following weekend and the second happened in Eric Vogel's office behind the stage in the theatre.
Alex, Eric and the lead lighting tech were placing marks on the stage for a particular scene in the play and the tech was talking to his team on a wireless mic to get the background lighting and the spotlights right. Alex was wearing her tartan skirtsuit, white long-sleeved blouse, black opaque tights, and her favourite block heeled Mary Janes with the over-arch straps. They were all carrying clipboards.
"Ok, I think we have everything we need for that scene. Alex will you accompany me to my office please I need to talk to you urgently," Eric Vogel placed his hand in the small of Alex's back and directed her to the steps leading down from the back of the stage.
Alarm bells started going off in Alex's head. She had been warned about being alone with Mister Vogel. But Alex was no longer the quiet little mouse who had turned up at school on the first day. She had engaged with and won over The Karens, she'd spiked Devon Stevens foot when he'd tried to feel her up at the country club, she'd repaired her relationship with Miles Davenport and was financially comfortable and she in an was open and stable relationship with Mitch Bellingham. Alex was confident she could deal with a weasel like Eric Vogel.
"Please sit," Eric indicated two wooden chairs set before a cluttered coffee table.
There was no casting couch of course. The only other furniture in the tiny office that probably had once been a closet was a desk, two filing cabinets and a bookcase jammed with plays and theatrical texts.
Alex kept tugging at her little pleated skirt which kept rising defiantly up her thighs because she was conscious that Eric was ogling her legs. She had buttoned the top of her blouse before she entered the office. Most of the female students were aware of Mister Vogels wondering eyes.
"I have some devastating news that might in fact work out to be in your favour," Eric sat next to her and for once his gaze met hers rather than her tits or her legs.
"Karen Allbright has been selected as captain of the women's alpine ski team and won't be available to fill the lead role in the play because of the competing schedules," Eric smiled through crooked yellowed teeth.
"She hinted to me a while ago she might have to let the role go. Now I know why," Alex began to flit through her clipboard, grateful that she had an excuse to place something in her lap to cover her thighs.
"I guess we have two options. We recast or we move either Constance Dupree or Felicity Lichfield into the lead and Betty Faversham takes on one of the ugly sister roles," Alex looked through the cast list.
The production had not yet assigned understudies for the lead roles.
"I think the first option fits better and I'm swayed to put you in the lead," Eric reached out and removed Alex's clipboard from her hands and placed it on the table.
"Mitch has the male lead and its no secret that you two are dating. The chemistry is already there and you've proved yourself to be a fine actress, in fact I'm surprised that you didn't try out for a part in the play," Eric patted her knee.
"I think you would be perfect," his fingers circled her kneecap and then began to slowly slide up her leg.
"I don't know if I have the chops for it Mister Vogel," Alex put her hand over his, preventing him from slipping it under her skirt.
"I want you to do it," Eric removed Alex's hand and slipped it under her skirt; his breathing was erratic and Alex could see the bulge in his trousers.
Alex took her hand away and let Mister fondle her thighs. His ragged fingernails snagged her nylon-lycra tights. She smiled at him sweetly and put her hand in his groin and stroked his hard phallus through his trousers and Eric smiled and sighed.
His sigh became a muffled scream when Alex gripped his balls and squeezed them tightly.
"I don't think Ms Applebee will be terribly happy if I told her that you put your hand up my skirt. I'm sure Mitch Bellingham won't be. And my uncle, Miles Davenport, will be furious," Alex leaned in so that her face was only an inch from Eric Vogel's and she nearly recoiled at the stink of his breath.
"Have you heard of Miles Davenport Mister Vogel?" she gave his testicles a vicious twist.
Eric Vogel nodded frantically, his face bright red, his eyes bulging with the intensity of the pain.
"He is a very rich and powerful man and I'm sure that he has people in his employ who could crush you like the bug you are. Do you understand?" Alex gave his balls another twist.
"I'll think about taking the part but if you ever touch me or any of the other girls again, you might find yourself without this appendage," Alex gave Eric Vogel's junk one final vicious yank and then let go.
She left him rolling on the carpet in agony as she exited his office with her clipboard in hand and a smile on her face.
Alex decided that she would tell on one the details about her encounter with Mister Vogel, not even Mitch Bellingham, instead she sought out The Karens. She found them huddled together in the student lounge.
"Congratulations again. This time for making captain of the women's ski team," Alex seated herself across from The Karens.
"Vogel told me that you can no longer play the lead in the play and he offered it to me. I won't take it without your blessing. Maybe Constance or Felicity should take the part," Alex decided to be up front.
Constance and Felicity both began to yammer about how they should get the part. It was rightfully one of them who should step up they reasoned.
"No! You two are perfectly cast. I think Alex should take the lead. It makes sense. She's the better actress and with Mitch as the leading man it makes perfect sense," Karen silenced her acolytes.
"Thank you Karen. Sorry ladies but Karen is right. See you on stage," Alex arose and walked away listening to The Karens bickering in the background.
"Fuck you Walmart!" Felicity Lichfield called after her but she was silenced by Karen Allbright.
"Shut up you screaming harpies! Don't you see we have the bitch exactly where we want her. She's so smug and self confident now but on opening night we will make her pay," Karen hissed.
"I get it. We Carrie her!" Constance squealed.
"And we have plenty of time to figure out how we are going to do it," Karen added.
Alex found Mister Vogel in the auditorium where he was talking to the stagehands and advised him that she would take the role of Alice in the play. Eric nodded curtly, either unwilling or too ashamed to engage with Alex after what had transpired in his office. She went searching for Mitch and gave him the good news. She waited until they went to dinner to tell him that Miles was coming to visit.
"Uncle Miles is arriving on Friday and staying the weekend," Alex began the uncomfortable conversation.
"So?" Mitch looked a little quizzical.
"Well, he insists on staying at my townhouse so..." Alex let Mitch join the dots.
"I thought your uncle was some rich asshole. Why isn't he staying in a hotel?" Mitch countered.
"Like a lot of rich assholes, he got rich by counting his pennies and he figures that as he's paying for my digs so why not stay with me. He's a little controlling that way," Alex explained.
"But you only have one bedroom," Mitch looked puzzled and Alex scrambled.
"The couch turns into a sofa-bed and he thinks he's some kinda martyr for sleeping there. He's really a nice guy Mitch and he'll want to spend most of the weekend doing things with me," Alex shuddered inwardly at the double entendre.
"As it turns out I was about to tell you that I have to take my mom to visit her sister down in the Twin Cities this weekend. Some kind of family reunion that I was hoping to get out of but now I won't feel so bad about it," Mitch smiled and stroked Alex's arm reassuringly.
"Does your uncle know about us?" Mitch asked.
The look on Alex's face answered his question.
"It's complicated Mitch. I'll tell him about us this weekend and you can meet him next time he comes to town," Alex smiled at Mitch and leaned in and kissed him softly and the conversation about family was forgotten as they spoke excitedly about acting together in the play.
*****
Miles Davenport left the office early on Friday and took his jet to Masons Peak. He picked up his rental car and drove to Alex's townhouse with the intention of surprising her with his early arrival. He let himself in and put his carryon in the bedroom and placed a number of packages on the dining table; presents for Alex.
He knew instantly that someone else had been in the house. There was just something about the place. He could sense another male presence and there were subtle changes in the way the place was arranged. He went snooping and found two sets of flatware and cutlery in the dishwasher. The carpet in front of the couch showed wear on both sides. Under the vanity in the bathroom he found a man's toiletry bag that was definitely not his. Alex had laid out Miles' toiletries on the countertop in anticipation of her uncle's arrival.
She had changed the sheets and put out fresh towels but an inspection of the laundry basket revealed two damp towels and a set of sheets that reeked of Alex's perfume and sex. His niece had made an half-assed attempt to cover her deceit. Miles poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable.
He blamed himself. Miles had felt betrayed at Alex when she'd moved away from him to Minnesota, even though he realised it was necessary. He punished her by taking away her car, reducing her income and putting her in the tiny townhouse but later he had felt sorry for her and he had made it up to her by increasing her allowance and leasing her the flashy Mini. He had been instrumental in turning her from a frumpy hermit into a beautiful extrovert who he had paraded around the country club. It was inevitable that some handsome horny man would latch onto her. Someone who had no problem with her gender identity or maybe someone who had a preference for trans women.
When Alex came home from school she smiled at him and ran into his arms but Miles had seen the fleeting look of panic on her face when she saw that he had arrived early. Miles pulled her into his lap kissing her savagely. He pawed at her like a bear tearing apart a carcass. He tore open her blouse and snatched at her brasserie, freeing her perky breasts. He mauled her bosom, his lips crushed against hers, his tongue lashed her mouth, almost choking her. He moved his mouth down to her breasts, sucking her areola into his mouth, his tongue lashing her nipple then he nipped at the tender teat.
Miles was always hot for her when he arrived and their lovemaking was often frenzied but this was primal. It was like he wanted to punish her. It was just like when he surprised her on the first day of school and raped her against the breakfast bar, although Alex had finally capitulated and it turned into an angry revenge fuck. Alex wasn't stupid. She guessed that this was exactly that; a revenge fuck. Miles had somehow found out about Mitch.
Luckily for Alex she knew that Miles would want sex as soon as he arrived and anticipating his need she had taken the necessary precautions. The last period of the day had been physical education and most of the girls had gone home in their sports attire but Alex showered the locker room and had taken care of the necessities. Which was just as well because Miles soon tired of assaulting her breasts and he pushed her off him pushed her face down onto the couch. He drove her face into the cushions as he held her down and hiked up her skirt exposing her ass.
"Hey take it easy! Let's go into the bedroom," Alex tried to struggle free but Miles would not relent.
Alex might have been athletic but she was no match for Miles' brute strength and bulk. He ripped off her blouse and panties and snagged a hole in her pantyhose. He shucked his trousers down to his ankles and climbed onto the couch and without hesitating he drove his cock all the way inside her. Alex screamed into the cushion.
"Shut up and take it!" Miles hissed as he began to plunder her anus.
If not for the lubricant Alex that had pushed inside herself after the shower, the pain would likely have been unimaginable but Alex was able to force herself to relax her sphincter and anus and she lay passively still whilst Miles fucked her viciously. Her pleasure centres began to tingle as the pain abated and she was able to tolerate the assault on her ass.
"How do you like that you whore! You've been fucking men in the bed I pay for," Miles bellowed as he slammed his cock in and out his niece's tight anus.
He withdrew his cock all the way out of her and then slammed it into her, repeatedly re-entering her. He knew that Alex didn't like this because by doing so it forced air into her anus and caused her to queef which she found embarrassing. He didn't care. He was punishing her.
"I'm not a whore!" Alex cried out to no avail.
Miles twisted Alex's wrist behind her back and dragged her into a kneeling position and pulled on her hair, lifting her face. He forced her legs apart and pushed himself back inside her and began to jackhammer his cock in and out of her slick passage. He watched her buttocks quiver every time he thrust forward and ground his pubis into her flawless ivory haunches, her glossy pantyhose stimulating his aching scrotum.
Alex could hear Miles' ragged breathing and felt droplets of his sweat on her back. Her anus felt like it was being ravaged by a reptilian organ. Miles' cock was not as big as Mitch's but Alex thought that it was hardest and most engorged that she had ever felt it. Despite his efforts to defile his niece, Alex was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Miles' engorged manhood sliding in and out of her. Her sphincter and prostate were afire with lustful craving. Her breasts were tingling, her nipples erect and sensitive and when Miles let go of her wrist and savagely mauled her left breast she moaned. Her squeals and squawks incited Miles to fuck her harder. To punish her.
But suddenly Miles was overcome with regret and self-loathing. Why was he punishing his young niece for doing what came naturally to her? Who was he to decide what was right and what was wrong; a man who unashamedly chewed his way through a succession of mistresses and concubines. He paused mid-thrust.
"I'm sorry Alex, please forgive me," Miles let go of her breast.
"Don't you dare stop now! I'm so close," Alex wriggled her buttocks invitingly and placed Miles' hand back on her aching breast.
Alex's cock was straining against the nylon gusset of her pantyhose. It was rampant, almost inflamed, leaking precum in a continual stream. The nerves in her sphincter were afire with delectation, her prostate pulsed and the synapses in her erogenous zones fizzed and sparked. She and Mitch 'made love'. There was affection, respect and tenderness involved. They seldom, if ever, just 'fucked'. Whereas Miles sometimes liked to get down and dirty and just bend Alex over and slake his desires as they eked carnal pleasure from each others bodies just for the lasciviousness of it. Just raw, unbridled sex.
Also, deep down inside, Alex believed that she deserved what she was getting. She'd had plenty of time to tell her uncle about her relationship with Mitch and had deliberately held back the information and even attempted to hide Mitch's presence in the house.
"What?" Miles was perplexed, his cock still half buried inside his niece.
"Fuck me please Uncle Miles," Alex pleaded in a sissy baby-voice she seldom used.
"Oh, you bitch!" Miles tweaked her nipple and spanked her ass with his free hand.
Then her gripped her hips with both hands and began to fuck her violently.
He felt Alex's anus tighten and release around his bloated organ as he thrust it in out of her. She bucked and wriggled and pushed back against him, uttering obscenities as she worked herself into an orgasmic paroxysm. She gripped her cock, encased in the sheer nylon-lycra of her pantyhose, and whipped her hand back and forth in time with Miles' thrusts. She wanted to time her orgasm to coincide with his. The sleek, silky pantyhose rubbing on her cock felt delightful and she hoped she could hold back until Miles came.
Miles dug his fingers into the fleshy pads of Alex's hips and pulled her ass back against him as hard as he could and his cock exploded deep in her anus. Alex moaned when she felt her uncle's cock judder inside her, releasing his scalding seed. She wailed and sobbed as her climax peaked and her creamy load jetted from her throbbing cock, saturating her pantyhose. Miles continued to fuck Alex even as she collapsed on the coach, he lay on top her feeling her body shake and listened to her moans as she orgasmed while his cock continued to fill her clenching void with his glutinous spend.
Alex sobbed into the cushions as her orgasm peaked and subsided and Miles lay on top of her unmoving. They lay like that in post-orgasmic bliss for a while and then Miles pulled his cock out of her battered rectum and rolled her over. Alex queefed loudly as he did so. There was no smell, her innards were immaculately clean but it was loud. They both laughed at the 'fanny-fart' and it broke the tension between them. Miles cuddled her and rained down kisses on his niece's sweet mouth and held her tenderly.
"I'm sorry I was so rough and that I called you a whore," Miles stroked her hair.
"You know what? I needed that. Now let me be honest with you," Alex went on to tell him all about Mitch.
She explained how she had first met Mitch during the cross country, the incident at the country club and their first date at the fun fair. She didn't go into details about the sex, there was no need to punish her uncle, but she told him about how they were seeing each other regularly.
"I have no right to be jealous. When you lived in Florida I kept you under my thumb. I knew that when you moved up here that you would spread your wings that's why I punished you. Then I saw that you were living like a frumpy hermit and I insisted on changing you back into the beauty that you always were and parading you around. It's because of my ego that this has happened," Miles sighed.
"That's not completely true. Whilst I was happy to spend my senior year alone and trying my best to look unattractive, I have to admit that now that I have Mitch and to some extent a social life, I have never been happier. I'm halfway through my senior year and still haven't decided where I will go to college but it won't be here. It's too cold," Alex smiled at her uncle.
"Do you love him?" Miles asked.
Alex paused. Neither she nor Mitch had used the 'L' word. In fairy tales princesses fell in love with their Prince Charming as soon as they met but what Alex wasn't living a fairy tale. She had never dated a boy other than Mitch and they would both be going to different colleges. Alex was not about to turn away her uncle's riches and Mitch was still struggling to make enough money for his college education and had hinted that he wanted to stay close to his mom.
"I think we are what they call friends with benefits," Alex replied cautiously.
Alex and Miles spent a lazy weekend together, hopping in and out of bed when the mood took them. They walked around town, went to the cinema and had lunch out. They chatted about school and Miles was proud that Alex was performing well academically and that she had the lead in the play. He realised that Alex was about to enter full womanhood and that his hold over her would eventually slip when she went to college and went on to find her place in the world. He knew that whilst she remained financially dependent on him she would do pretty much anything he asked. But the clock was ticking.
He felt little pangs of jealousy whenever Alex received a text from Mitch or went into her bedroom to talk to him on the phone but as he had told Alex, he had no real cause to be jealous. Miles was promiscuous but other than her uncle and Mitch, Alex had no other sex partners. He supposed he could punish her if he wanted: take way the car, reduce her allowance, move her into a hovel, but why? He realised that he loved Alex more like a daughter than a niece. But that wasn't going to prevent him from fucking her. She was just too young and beautiful and amazing in bed.
Miles left for Miami the same day that Mitch returned from The Cities and Mitch stayed over and they were hot for each other after the short absence. They ate in and practiced their lines for the play.
*****
Mitch's work schedule began to pick up as winter began to morph into spring. Mr Alvirez offered Mitch extra hours which Mitch was obliged to take. Coming from a single parent family with a working class background, Mitch was reliant on the wages he earned working after school and on weekends. The extended Bellingham family assisted his mother as much as they could and their contributions paid the exorbitant school fees demanded by Masons Peak High School but there was little left over for his college fund.
Alex had offered to help, thinking that she might be able to convince Miles to pay Mitch's college tuition fees but Mitch had baulked at the proposal and they had argued over it. Mitch was a proud young man and accused Alex of offering him charity so Alex backed off. Anyway, Alex noticed that Mitch seemed a little more financially comfortable. He'd fixed the heater in his truck, in fact the truck was nearly fully restored and Mitch didn't flinch every time he picked up the check in a restaurant. His wardrobe had also improved, however he still sported his bad boy look of ripped and faded jeans and scuffed leather jacket. It was just that now the ripped jeans were fashion label not Walmart.
They still spent most of their free time together and as they both had leads in the school play they also spent a lot of time together at school rehearsing. Eric Vogel had heeded Alex's warning and was the epitome of decorum and threw all of his efforts into actualising the play. The class had finally agreed on a title:
Beyond The Boardroom
with the subtitle
A Modern Fairytale
. Vogel hounded the school board for money and used his contacts in the community so that the play wouldn't be put together on a shoestring.
The costume department encouraged the students parents to dig out any eighties fashion items they might have squirrelled away in their attics and scoured thrift shops and online boutiques to put together an authentic wardrobe. Slimline power suits for the male performers and form-fitting skirt-suits for the females. The trope of women arriving at work dressed in their skirt-suits and wearing sneakers then changing into the high heels they carry in their handbags was perceptualized the opening scene of the play.
The eighties romcom theme continued throughout the parody.
In the opening scene the office workers mimed along to Dolly Parton's
Nine to Five
as they danced onto the stage and sat at their desks and changed their shoes in an office equipped with period computers, phones and fax machines. The three women: Alice, Natasha and Bree continued to dance around the office wearing their heels, then sat down abruptly when Mitch Bellingham, in the role of Aaron Pruitt, a smarmy executive comes into the office. He challenges the girls to devise a novel business proposal because the Board has been advised that it needs to place more women in management. The office girl who comes up with the best idea will be promoted to an executive position.
Later scenes included Alice's coworkers, Natasha and Bree played by Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield trying to use their feminine wiles on Aaron Pruitt while Alice beavered away putting together a business plan that will make the fictious firm a hefty profit. When Natasha and Bree's advances are rejected by Aaron Pruitt they steal Alice's work and present is their own.
Alice and Aaron go on one date which ends disastrously after they have kissed but Alice rejects Aaron's advances because of the conflict of interest. But Aaron has fallen for her and proves to the Board of Directors that Alice's work has been stolen and points out to the Board that there is no way that Natasha and Bree could have come up with the profitable business plan and that Alice's hallmarks are all over it.
Alice is unaware of this incident and is crestfallen because Natasha and Bree have accused Alice of stealing their work. In the final scene Alice is seen sitting at her desk packing her personal belongings into a cardboard box assuming that she about to be fired when Aaron Pruitt enters the office and tells her that Natasha and Bree have been fired and that Alice should take the cardboard box to her new office next door to Aaron's.
Cue sappy embrace and lingering kiss.
"Christ this is corny," Mitch commented waving the script at Alex who was sitting beside him in the theatre watching a scene that neither of them are in.
The production was now in full dress rehearsal with opening night imminent.
"Vogel says it's supposed be corny. It's a satire on romcoms and the trope that women can't elevate themselves without the help of a man," Alex replied.
"At least I get to see you dressed in that skirt-suit and heels. You look foxy when you're dressed as Alice," Mitch snuck a quick grope of her thigh in the dark of the auditorium.
As well as finding appropriate eighties fashion, the makeup department had styled wigs in voluminous poofs and updos for the female actors. Alex's stage makeup was heavy and dramatic: heavy eyeliner and mascara, loud eyeshadow, rouged cheekbones and red lipstick. Her costume jewellery was big and clunky and she wore either polka-dot or faux-seamed, patterned pantyhose for her part. Although the audience would never smell it, Alex also wore her exotically cloying Dior Poison perfume.
"I have a head for business and a body for sin," Alex did a perfect Tess McGill impersonation using the same breathy, little girl inflection as Melanie Griffith.
It sent an erotic shiver through Mitch's body causing him to become semi-erect.
"
You
, look like a slimy eighties James Spader," Alex removed his hand and poked him in the ribs.
"But hot right? The kinda sleazy guy you might spend the night with but not tell your girlfriends about," Mitch chuckled.
"Maybe, but I think we're past that juncture. You're the sleazy guy I spend the night with but everybody knows I do," Alex poked him again.
Mitch just snickered but said nothing.
"When are we due back on stage?" Mitch asked, looking at the faux Rolex he wore for the part.
"Not for an hour at least. If Constance Dupree keeps fucking up her lines and tripping over her feet maybe longer," Alex commented.
"Good. Come with me," Mitch gripped Alex's wrist and eased her out of her seat and down the aisle.
He led Alex backstage, almost dragging her along, causing her to totter on her heels. He opened the janitor's closet, pushed Alex inside and closed the door and braced a mop against the door to prevent anyone entering.
"You've got to be kidding?" Alex realised Mitch's intent.
"I've wanted to fuck you in that little power suit ever since I first saw you in it," Mitch whispered and pushed Alex up against the wall and pressed his body against her.
"You can't be serious Mitch. If we get caught we'll be expelled and this is a costume for the play. Wardrobe will want it back at the end of the day unsullied by sex juices," Alex breathed but she had to admit that she was turned on by the audacity of what Mitch was proposing.
"We don't have much time. Turn around," Mitch spun Alex around and pushed her against the wall.
She felt Mitch unbuckle his pants and drop them around his ankles and before she could protest Mitch lifted her little skirt out of the way and began to rub his cock on her buttocks which she had to admit felt kinda nice and naughty.
"Don't you get cum on this suit," Alex gasped as Mitch slipped his cock inside the leghole of her panties and pressed it into the crease of her backside.
He sighed wickedly as his cock rubbed against her pantyhose swaddled ass. Alex found herself becoming uncomfortably erect. She had taken the precaution of taping her tuck whenever she was in costume because the skirts she had to wear as Alice were so short.
"Oh god that feels amazing," Mitch was overwhelmed with lust.
He pressed his body against Alex's curvy form, his cock fretting against her pantyhosed ass, his hands cupping her breasts through her blouse, her perfume almost overpowering in the tiny room incited his desire. He nuzzled her neck as he rutted against her. He put his hands on her hips and kicked her heels apart.
"What are you doing?" Alex hissed but she didn't fight him off.
"Were gonna get caught! You're gonna make a mess on my costume!" Alex whispered angrily.
"Not if we're careful babe," Mitch nipped her ear.
He slipped his fingers inside her panties and tore away her tucking tape and snagged a little hole in her pantyhose adjacent to where his cock was pressed into her sphincter.
"No!" Alex rasped.
Mitch searched the shelves of the closet and saw what he was looking for. There was a squeeze bottle of moisturising hand cleaner on a shelf and Mitch pumped the trigger on the bottle squeezing a little of the emollient onto his hand. When Mitch removed his penis from inside her panties Alex thought that Mitch had seen reason but what she couldn't see was that Mitch was lubricating his hard phallus with the balm.
Ensuring that Alex's skirt was hiked up well out of the way he yanked her panties down a little and drove his cock inside the hole of her pantyhose and slipped it inside Alex's tight rectum.
"Oh you bastard!" Alex yelped as Mitch filled her void with his magnificent specimen of manhood.
She had no choice but to try her best to relax her sphincter so that she could fully accommodate his immense organ. The damage had been done and there was no stopping Mitch now. Besides it was kinky as hell being pressed against the wall of this dingy closet dressed as Alice, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her long shapely legs sheathed in the glossy pantyhose with black polka dot pattern, Mitch's groin pressed against her soft buttocks, his shaft buried in her aching asshole.
"Be quick," Alex hissed, sounding annoyed but opening her legs a little wider and arching her back and wriggling her buttocks invitingly.
Mitch didn't reply. He was raptured by the feel of Alex's tight anus girding his aching phallus, her ass pressing into his groin, his scrotum grazing the sheer nylon. He gripped her hips and began to thrust in and out of her snug channel.
Alex bit her hand to stop herself crying out. It was so immorally decadent and wrong to be doing what they doing, where they were doing it, and the feel of Mitch's big cock slamming in and out of her anus, pressing on her prostate, stimulating her sphincter drove her into a orgiastic paroxysm. She could hear the 'thwok', 'thwok', 'thwok', sounds as Mitch held her tight and jackhammered his cock in and out of her rectum. She took herself in hand and stroked her cock in time with Mitch' thrusts.
She felt Mitch's cock judder inside her whilst at the same time she released her issue, drenching her pantyhose, stifling a lecherous moan. Mitch pushed her hard against the wall, pressing his body against hers. She could feel his muscled torso through the suit, feel his cock quivering inside her, feel his breath on her neck, his breathing erratic. She could smell his manliness, his cologne and the stench of his semen as it dribbled from her anus and soaked her nylons.
"Don't tell me that you didn't like that," Mitch whispered in her ear.
"It was amazing Mitch but what do we do now?" she turned her head sideways so that Mitch could kiss the side of her mouth, his cock still rampant inside her.
Mitch began to tear sheets off the roll of WypAll heavy duty wipes from the dispenser screwed to the wall. He slapped a wad of the towelettes into Alex's hand and held one in place next to her sphincter as he slowly withdrew his penis. He caught the goop that dribbled from her sphincter as his cock retracted from her puckered bud. Then he took more sheets and wiped her ass and then his cock and dumped them in the trash receptacle in the corner of the closet while Alex dabbed at her cock and her nylons, drying them as best she could.
"You're such a romantic Mitch," Alex smiled wickedly at him as she turned around.
They kissed and then adjusted their clothing.
"I'll go back to wardrobe and get a new package of pantyhose. If anyone asks I'll say I snagged my nylons. I need to fix my makeup too," Alex smirked at him.
"And I'll go and get us coffees from the cafeteria. We'll meet back in the theatre and no one will know what we've been up to," Mitch removed the mop that was jammed against the door and opened it a peek.
Seeing the coast was clear he ushered Alex out ahead of him and closed the closet door. In the corridor they checked to see if there was any evidence of their tryst on their clothing. Mitch had a tiny puddle of splooge on the toe of his shoe and he wiped it off. He couldn't help himself and pinched Alex on the ass as she turned to go in the opposite direction from him towards the ladies dressing room.
*****
The Karens, with the help of their boyfriends, prowled the overhead gantries above the stage while the auditorium was vacant and soon realised their plan to 'Carrie' Alex during the play wouldn't work. Not only were the mechanics of situating a bucket of pigs blood so that it would topple and empty its contents on Alex almost impossible, there was no way they could be certain that Alex would actually be standing under the bucket. The actors had 'marks' where they needed to stop and stand to deliver their lines, but the nature of the play was such that the marks were not exact.
"Don't worry about it. I have a far better plan," Karen Allbright assured her co-conspirators.
"Constance, I need you to bribe Colin Brentman, our minion computer nerd, again," Karen turned to her friend.
"Yuck! The last time he insisted that I give him the panties I was wearing as well as the money," Constance screwed up her face.
"I don't care if you have to blow him, in fact that might be a good idea. We need him to make our plan work," Karen said insistently.
"Now... this what we are going to do..." Karen explained her plan and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield's faces lit up with maleficent delight.
Two Weeks Before Graduation
The last weeks of school were busy.
Beyond The Boardroom
-
A Modern Fairytale
had a moderately successful short run, although the farcicality of it was lost on most of the audience who just enjoyed it a musical romcom which was exactly what Eric Vogel didn't want. Eric was summoned before the school board and advised to stick to the classics for next year's play.
With graduation looming, everyone's attention turned to the prom. Karen Allbright was head of the prom committee of course and the rest of The Karens and their boyfriends were also members, along with a smattering of flunkies that The Karens delegated the more mundane jobs to such as managing the budget and fundraising, decorations, invitations and so on. Of course Karen executed her power of veto and her controlling nature ensured that everything was planned the way The Karens wanted.
Alex had been accepted at the University of Miami, which accepted only around eighteen percent of the applicants, most of whom were affluent. It was a prestigious school and Uncle Miles had promised Alex a luxury apartment close to the campus, a nice car and a generous stipend to live on. He was delighted that Alex was coming back to Miami. More importantly for Alex, as a private institution, the university did not need to comply with raft of anti LGBTQ legislation being pushed by The Right, although Alex had not yet decided whether or not she would even come out as transgender at college.
Mitch had been accepted at three highly rated colleges in Minnesota but funding was an issue. He refused to discuss his financial situation with Alex and whenever she hinted that perhaps she could approach her uncle for assistance he became angry.
They both realised that their relationship was approaching a crossroad. Mitch wanted to go to college close to his mom and Alex was not prepared to give up the lifestyle that Miles assured her was hers if she came back to Florida. Mitch had not invited Alex home to meet his mom and Alex had no intention of introducing Mitch to Miles. When Miles came to Masons Peak to visit Alex, Mitch stayed away. The relationship worked because they enjoyed each other's company and they had the same temperament. It also helped that they had a very healthy and active sex life and Mitch had accepted and even relished Alex's transgender attributes.
The prom committee, at The Karens insistence, had accepted a black tie formal theme for the prom. Proposals that involved elaborate fantasy, fairytale and Hollywood themes had been vetoed and Karen Allbright had nearly had a seizure when some clown proposed an 'under the sea' theme. The Masons Peak Country Club had graciously offered their large function room for the venue free of charge and would pick up the tab for food and beverages. This also meant that alcohol would be served but the chaperones would keep a sharp eye out for anyone abusing the privilege. Of course Karen Albright's father's board membership and his influence with the town council had played no small part in the country club's generosity.
"Will you be my date for the prom?" Mitch asked Alex over dinner out one of Masons Peak's better restaurants.
Alex smiled and blushed. She wasn't sure if Mitch intended attending the prom and she wasn't sure that she would attend either. She had only been at the school for a year and she had tried to remain a wallflower for half of it until she had been coerced out of her shell, made peace with The Karens and had become somewhat of a celebrity due to her academic and sporting achievements and playing the female lead in the school play. However she felt a little like an interloper and imposter and she and Mitch tended to keep to themselves.
"I wasn't sure if we were going to boycott the prom or not," Alex played with her food.
"Hell no! I want my girl to be the envy of everyone there. I want to dance with you and have all the other guys jealous of me. This might be our last chance to kick up our heels before graduation," Mitch reached across the table and took her hand.
Graduation loomed like a storm on the horizon, closing in quickly. They had still not decided what would happen to their relationship after graduation and neither of them had used the word 'love' in relation to the other.
"Of course I will," Alex squeezed his hand.
Alex was careful not to use her financial advantage to embarrass Mitch. She could easily have paid for a bespoke tuxedo for him to wear and hired a limousine to take them to the venue. Instead Mitch picked Alex up in his 2005 Dodge Ram pickup, which was now faithfully restored, wearing a hired tux. As was the custom he waited at the door for Alex, even though he spent as much time in her apartment as he could and had his own key.
"You look beautiful Alex," Mitch kissed her cheek, careful not to spoil her makeup.
Mitch might have been frugal in his prom related expenses but Alex refused to curtail her extravagance for their special date and had spent hours having her hair coiffed and makeup perfected at the beauty salon. She wore her hair up. The white gold necklace with the large emerald pendant nestled in her decolletage and the matching earrings dangled from her earlobes. She was wearing a floor-length blue satin gown. It was long-sleeved, low-cut and split to the hip on one side. Every time she took a step her long shapely legs were revealed, sheathed in glossy sheer nylons. She had spent hours practicing walking and dancing in the five-inch high heeled pumps she had bought to go with the dress.
"Thank you," Alex smiled at him and extended her wrist so that he could attach the corsage he had bought for her: pink sweetheart roses embellished with baby's breath.
She fixed the red rose boutonnière she had acquired for him to his lapel
She leaned in and kissed him passionately and he held her tight, careful not to wrinkle her dress or spoil her accessories. She fixed her lipstick in the car, silently cursing having to climb into the cramped truck rather than having a chauffeur help her into a limo where she could extend her legs and maybe sip a glass of champagne on the way to the country club. At least Mitch helped her out of the cab and positioned himself such that her modesty remained in tact as she exited the truck with the skirt of her gown wide open, although Mitch seemed to admire the view. A valet whisked away Mitch's truck and Mitch took her hand and led her to the entrance which had been specially decorated for the evening.
Karen Allbright had insisted that the prom committee form a receiving line at the entrance to the country club to greet the partygoers. It was also her way ensuring she received accolades and gratitude for organising the prom, boosting her already overinflated ego.
"Welcome Alex you look absolutely stunning, so far removed from the dowdy recluse who turned up on the first day of school," Karen smiled at Alex and leaned in and kissed her cheek.
Alex was unsure if Alex was being truly complimentary or sarcastic but she refused to let her night be spoiled by such evil thoughts. She had to admit that Karen and her two acolytes were stunningly dressed in fashion label gowns that could have graced any runway. Chad Pemberton, Rick Macklin and Denton Stevens stood dutifully beside their girlfriends looking like statuesque penguins in their made-to-measure suits. Alex and Mitch dutifully thanked all of the committee members for their hard work for organising the event.
They found a quiet corner and Mitch went away and came back with a plate of canapes and glasses of champagne. Alex was too excited to eat but she enjoyed the cold bubbly. Some of the students who had been part of the theatre production came over and chatted briefly and Alex and Mitch were polite to them but they enjoyed it most when they were alone, dancing on the floor or just talking about the future. Both of them were careful not to spoil the night by talking about what was to become of their relationship after graduation.
At The Karens suggestion the committee had decided that not only would a prom king and queen be elected by the student body but that there would also be a 'Prom Court'. Selection would be by e-ballot and nominations were supposed to be a reflection of the popularity of those students selected for their 'school spirit' and level of participation in school activities, such as clubs or sports. It had cost Constance Dupree a blowjob to entice Colin Brentman to manipulate the ballot so that The Karens actually decided who the winners would be.
The band played a final song before the announcement of the prom king and prom queen and the dancefloor cleared and the stage was set for the crowning ceremony.
It came as a surprise to no one that Karen Allbright and Chad Pemberton were elected king and queen of the prom. As the couple mounted the stairs to be crowned the band played background music and behind the stage an immense jumbotron flatscreen that ran the length of the stage and all the way to the ceiling displayed images of Karen and Chad. Chad being carried off the field on the backs of the Mason's Peak Bobcats football team after scoring a winning touchdown. Chad in the school workshop working on some project; a streak of grease on his handsome face and sweaty locks only making him look more ruggedly handsome.
The collage continued and then switched to Karen Allbright crossing the line to win the cross country. Karen skiing down the moguls as captain of the alpine ski team. Karen thoughtfully concentrating whilst sitting at the head of the table at a prom committee meeting. Karen mid-flight in her cute outfit, leading the cheerleading team at a Bobcats football game, and so on.
When Karen and Chad were crowned and sceptred Karen took the microphone from the master of ceremonies and thanked everyone profusely for the honour bestowed upon her and Chad.
"I would now like to introduce to you the Prom Court," she smiled sweetly into the expectant crowd.
The applause was muted when Constance Dupree, Rick Macklin, Felicity Lichfield and Denton Stevens were inducted into the Prom Court. They were introduced individually and as they walked across the dancefloor and ascended the stairs to the stage. The collage on the jumbotron changed to reflect each of their achievements; a medley of stills reflective of their school and community spirit and sporting prowess.
Constance Dupree and Rick Macklin took station to the right of the king and queen and Felicity Lichfield and Denton Stevens to the left.
"And finally I'd like to introduce the final members of the Prom Court... Alexander Plessy and Mitch Bellingham," Karen beamed a smile in Mitch and Alex's direction where they stood at the back of the room.
"What the fuck?" Alex was perplexed and was unable to comprehend what was happening.
Mitch took her hand firmly in his and led her towards the stage.
The collage on the jumbotron changed and all of a sudden the crowd went silent and the band stopped playing. A series of muted oohs and ahhs began to rumble around the room.
On the jumbotron a series of pictures streamed across the giant screen showing Alex on her bed dressed in sexy lingerie being buggered my Mitch Bellingham. Alex being fucked up against the breakfast bar by Mitch. Alex performing fellatio on Mitch on the couch and in his car. Alex in her ensuite shower buck naked. The collage of pornographic images continued to stream across the jumbotron as the crowd became more unsettled.
Alex felt her legs give way and she fell to floor and looked up, beseeching Mitch to help her but he just walked away and left her there. In every image on the screen, Alex's genitals were clearly visible, often in a state of arousal. Mitch Bellingham's face had been obscured but everyone knew that it was him in the pictures. Alex began to sob uncontrollably as she heard the maniacal laugh of The Karens coming from the stage.
Many of the attendees began to boo and hiss and yell, demanding that the slideshow stop. The chaperones ran madly to the audio-visual booth where Colin Brentman was working the laptop that controlled the system. Mary Applebee pushed him out of the way after he refused to shut down the audio-visual system. She tried to access the program controlling the collage but Colin had activated a program that locked her out. The computer science teacher couldn't even break into the system and eventually he just ripped the power cords to the jumbotron from the wall sockets to blank the screens.
Chaos erupted and in the ensuing havoc Alex was able to stumble through the crowd and make her escape through the rear entrance. She knew who had taken those vile images. She remembered how fastidious Mitch had been about placing his mobile phone, wallet and spare change on the bureau in her bedroom. The other footage he had taken with his phone whist she was oblivious to it. She had been such a fool.
She found Mitch leaning against the wall near the rear entrance smoking a cigarette.
"Why Mitch? Why?" Alex sobbed uncontrollably.
"What did you expect? I never said I loved you... I couldn't love you. Not how you are. You were a dalliance, an experiment, an amusement. I want a wife and children and you cant give me either. Do you really think I would marry a tranny? What were we to do, adopt a little boy or girl who would be ridiculed all their life because their mother is a freak?" Mitch studied his cigarette.
"Think about it Alex. You're a spoiled little rich girl, not much different to The Karens except that you have a cock in your panties," Mitch continued.
"You're rich; I'm poor and The Karens made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Karen's father has influence. His bank is going to provide me with a scholarship for a full ride through college. They'll probably right it off as charity but I don't care. I was doing you a charity when I posed as your boyfriend," Mitch showed her no pity.
"How..." Alex was lost for words.
"Karen Allbright saw us kissing in the school parking lot on the morning after our first date. She offered me five hundred dollars to get you to fall in love with me so that I could dig up any dirt on you and I took it. Remember the day I took off from school after you told me you were trans? I went to meet Karen to cut a better deal. When I told her that you were a tranny she nearly pissed her panties she was so excited," Mitch flicked his cigarette into the arborvitae.
"When she asked me to film us fucking I asked for more money and demanded that her father award me the scholarship. I also asked her to throw in a fuck. I was banging Karen Allbright all through our phony relationship. To be fair she's nowhere near as good as you are in bed but at least she has a cunt. That bitch hates you so much that she would have done anything to get you," Mitch straightened his jacket and walked away.
Alex cut across the golf course, staining her prom dress as she stumbled across the fairways and tearing against the trees in the rough, until she got to the road on the other side of the twelfth fairway where she called an Uber and went home. She switched off her phone, drank half a bottle of wine and cried herself to sleep without even bothering to undress.
She awoke to find Miles Davenport sitting on the edge of the bed. He was stroking her hair and she could see that he had been crying.
"I'm so sorry Alex," he whispered.
"Don't feel sorry for me. I've cried out my self pity and replaced it with hatred and revenge," Alex hissed.
"I was the right kind of victim: a privileged, pretty, white girl with a stellar school record but with a devastating secret. Normally the school would pull out all stops to find out who was responsible and see them brought to justice. But... although everybody knows that it's Mitch Bellingham fucking me in those videos, unless he confesses there is no proof," Alex sighed.
"You can bet that Colin Brentman wiped all of the digital tags off the imagery and he'll never give up The Karens and even if he did, so what? They're The Karens!" Alex's voice wavered.
"And as much as many of the attendees felt sorry for me for being so humiliated they will still have that feeling of schadenfreude. I was an imposter hiding my gender. The school will do everything to ensure its reputation remains untarnished and I have no stomach for making a complaint and opening up my life to the police," Alex's voice was barely a whisper.
"I was stupid and shallow and needy and wanted something which, if I'd thought clinically about and used my intelligence, I knew that I was never going to get. Mitchell Bellingham hid his distain for me in plain sight. He never once told me that he loved me and now I know why," Alex said through gritted teeth.
"I now realise that you are the only person who loves me for what I am. I am effectively an orphan and you are my saviour. Yes, you make demands on me but let's be honest. If I really wanted to I could have walked away from you but I didn't want to. I wanted your wealth and I craved your attention," Alex looked up at Miles, her emerald-green eyes filled with tears but also with adoration.
"What can I do?" Miles asked.
Alex leapt from the bed.
"You can fuck the Mitch Bellingham out of me. Fuck me out of this stupid dress. Fuck the sense back into me," Alex fell on Miles.
She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him savagely, biting his lip, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She tore at his clothing, shredding open his shirt. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, tugging at his trousers and underwear, exposing his rampant penis.
"That's what I want! A man who desires me for what I am. A man who is so obsessed with me that he keeps me as his concubine. A man who is sometimes vile and sometimes loving. A man who is honest about who he is," Alex fell on him again, reaching for his bloated organ.
She improved his erection until it was fully turgid then she straddled him, the skirts of her mud-stained gown girding his loins.
"Take me! Tear this dress from my body, tear away my underwear. Put your cock to me and make me scream!" Alex's face was a mask of hatred and lust.
Miles had never seen his niece so capricious, even on the day that he confronted her about Mitch Bellingham and they effectively raped each other on the couch. He grabbed the fabric of her dress at the neckline and tore at it, rendering the bodice asunder and exposing her breasts. He ripped off her brassiere and squeezed her baps in his hands, her nipples already erect like ripe berries.
He put his face to them and suckled her teats, nipping at them, hearing her moan like a slattern. Miles put his hands under her skirts and tore away her panties and ripped a hole in her pantyhose. Alex's cock sprag free and he gripped it and stroked it, feeling it grow and dribble precum as she pushed his face away from her breasts and kissed him passionately as she raised her buttocks and positioned his cock in her puckered furrow.
She slammed her ass down hard, impaling herself on her uncle's mighty organ. She was clean because she had been expecting post-prom sex but she was unlubricated and her uncle's cock stretched her back passage asunder.
"Oh god that hurts!" Alex screamed but she didn't stop fucking him.
She rose up, her tattered skirts briefly lifting free of Miles' torso and then she drove her body back down on his cock. Miles held her by the hips as she threw back her head, screwed her eyes shut and began to rock back and forth until thankfully Miles' pre-ejaculate lubricated her anus sufficiently so that it no longer hurt.
Alex rode her uncle like a bronco, bouncing up and down on him, driving his cock all the way inside her, her anus clutching as his throbbing member, her erect cock dribbling precum on his belly. Miles raised his upper body off the bed so that he could kiss her as he dug his fingers into her hips and guided her up and down on his rampant cock. He scooped up some of her pre-seminal fluid off his belly and rubbed it into her quivering penis, stroking her cock until he felt her body tremble.
Alex moaned into his mouth and impaled herself fully on his engorged cock and Miles felt her cock judder and then her scalding issue spatter on his belly. He stifled her screams with his mouth as he disgorged his essences inside her clutching hole. They clung to each other as they orgasmed, Miles stroking her ejaculating penis, Alex's back passage milking Miles of his seed.
When she was done Alex lay on top of her uncle, content to feel his slowly deflating penis inside her until it plopped free of her sphincter and his juices dribbled from her puckered bud.
She suddenly became serene and dismounted; content to lie beside his with one pantyhose-sheathed leg draped across his body as she kissed him softly and sweetly.
Finally Miles dared to speak.
"What about graduation?" Miles asked.
"Fuck graduation, I've already been accepted into UM. They can mail me my diploma. Get me out of here today," Alex said determinedly.
"I'll pay those three cunts back! They'll wish they had never met Alexandra Plessy!" Alex jumped off the bed and strode to the shower, stripping off her tattered and stained prom gown.
"And burn that fucking thing!" she bellowed over her shoulder before she slammed the bathroom door.
Alex didn't really need to accept her diploma at graduation. Her school 'transcript', summarising the courses she had taken, the grades she had attained and other relevant data had already been forwarded to UM when she had applied and been accepted
Onboard Miles' private jet Alex settled down a little once they were airborne. Miles would send flunkies to pack up Alex's belongings, settle the lease on her townhouse and her Mini and take care of any administrative matters.
"How did you know about what happened at the prom?" Alex was curled up on a plush seat dressed in spandex leggings and a halter top.
Her hair was down and her makeup was light but she still looked stunning and Miles couldn't take his eyes of the pretty young woman who was his niece but whom he loved like a daughter. But of course fathers shouldn't fuck their daughters.
"You didn't think I'd let my precious niece live so far away from me without me keeping tabs on her. I thought Mitch was a good guy and I'd rather you have a monogamous relationship with one good guy than you put out for a bunch of assholes," Miles patted Alex's shoulder.
"My informant had no idea that Mitch was a conspirator or what The Karens had planned for you at the prom. His instructions were to keep an eye on you from a distance and not to interfere with your private life. He called me from the prom and followed you across the golf course to make sure that you got home safely and camped outside your door until I flew in last night as soon as he called me and told me what happened," Miles explained.
"I want to get them Miles. I want them to suffer," Alex said through gritted teeth.
One Month After The Graduation Ceremony At Masons Peak High School
One month after graduation Karen Allbright was pulled over for a 'routine traffic stop' and a large trafficable amount of crack cocaine was found concealed in her car. She claimed to know nothing about the drugs and swore that they were planted. Her prosperous farther hired the best defence attorney that money could buy but the judge, some might say unduly influenced by a silent and wealthy advocate, found Karen guilty and despite the pleas of her attorney, gave her the maximum permissible sentence. He stated that he was making an example of Karen and that well educated, pretty young women from wealthy families were not above the law.
During her first week of imprisonment Karen Allbright was gang-raped by four bull dykes who made her their bitch. She never really got used to the taste of pussy but learned to live with it.
On the same night that Karen Allbright was busted, Constance Dupree was the victim of a hit-and-run driver. Her injuries were so severe that she had to walk with the aid of a stick and her face was permanently scarred. She married her physiotherapist, put on thirty pounds and had three children and raised them to be good natured and caring citizens. The driver of the hit-and-run vehicle was never brought to justice.
One month after Constance Durpee's terrible accident Felicity Lichfield's parents lost everything they had to a shyster with a get rich quick scheme. This included the money they had put aside for Felicity's future. She never went to college and took a job as a sales clerk, subsidising her income by working as a callgirl. She did three rehabs before she got straight and became a devotee of her church.
Not long after these terrible tragedies occurred Alex lay in Miles' bed, her anus delightfully sore after a strenuous lovemaking session.
"We got them good didn't we Miles?" Alex rubbed his hairy belly.
"
I
got them good you mean. But yes they got what they deserved. Are you sure about Mitch Bellingham? We let him get away scot-free," Miles stroked Alex's thigh, which to his delight was sheathed in a sheer nylon stocking.
"I'm sure. Mitch never got his scholarship after Karen was indicted and her father was forced to resign from all of his cushy appointments. Mitch is smart and he will have figured out that what happened to The Karens was no series of unfortunate events. He'll live his life in fear, and that's better than any punishment we can mete out on him," Alex circled her uncle's bellybutton with a sharp fingernail.
"Are you still going to come work for me when you graduate college?" Miles rubbed her arm affectionately.
"I told you. I want Agatha Watson's job," Alex replied sulkily.
"Agatha is my casino manager. You can be her understudy and take over something just as important when you have the necessary experience," Miles rolled over and kissed Alex on the cheek.
"I want the same salary as her, the condo you promised me and the Porsche," Alex kissed him back.
"You want a lot Alex. You're lucky that I love you," Miles chuckled.
"And I'm still going to fuck handsome young men whenever I feel like it," Alex quipped.
"And I'm still going to fuck pretty young women. We are never going to be exclusive," Miles countered.
"But I'm still going to fuck you a lot, you know that," Miles chuckled even harder.
"Well stop talking about it and do it mister floppy," Alex teased, waggling Miles' flaccid penis.
It wasn't flaccid for long.
The End
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Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead
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"Ding-dong the witch is dead." the line was incessantly repeating in his mind. Just wishful thinking on his part. It was now a chant made to mock him. Instead the harridan was standing there, in front of him, wagging her finger and cursing his ineffectuality.
"Will you shut that bloody dog up?" she shouted into his face.
"What can I do? It's the neighbours dog and it's barking at the cat that perches on the wall above it," he replied, meekly.
"Go and shift the bloody cat then. I'm off to bed and I don't want disturbing," her words rolling out like hot lava from the erupting volcano of her mouth.
His ears on fire, he went to the back door, as her magma gushed up towards the bedroom. He stepped out into the cool night air and looked into the heavens. Orion with his belt shone down.
Eyes slowly returning back to the horizon, in this case the garden wall; he saw the cat from number eleven. The moggy, in its turn, was looking down into next door's garden with a mocking and disdainful air. "Just like my bloody wife when she's making game of me," he thought.
Bending down he picked up a couple of small stones from the rockery and proceeded to throw them at the cat. On hearing the first stone hit the wall the cat turned, saw another one heading its way and ran, escaping into the night. Within a minute the dog's barking subsided.
He remained outside in the mild air of the midsummer's late evening. It was now quiet and he could think in peace. Once more his eyes rose to the heavens, but only for a second till he closed them.
Now he could dream, daydream. A hundred ways of killing her and each led to failure. There was no getting away with it. It was a terrible thing to want rid of someone so badly that you would contemplate murder. It was worse to know you would never succeed.
He'd considered shooting her but didn't own a gun, and wouldn't know where to buy an illegal one. Besides shooting meant gunshot residue (fine gunpowder ejected from a gun when fired) on the clothing of the shooter. It also meant fine blood splatter on clothes. He'd watched all the CSIs on the box. They always checked clothing and skin for both of these.
Poison was always to hand, in the form of rat poison, weed killer, and common household drugs. These always showed up in post mortems. He'd formulated plans, lots of them, many ingenious, many hare-brained, and they all resulted in capture by the police. He tried to refine some of the better ones. Still the same result -- life imprisonment.
"Harry Lawson", he whispered his name to the breeze. He never used his name anymore. He didn't think he was worth an identity. He referred to himself as He. The way his wife spoke of him to her friends. He was never "Harry this", or "Harry that", only, "He this", or "He that". There was no longer a Me, someone of any importance to himself, no more a Harry, of importance to others. There was only He.
He didn't remember when he had lost all his friends. His wife had driven them all away years ago. His social life was now a part of mythology. There was evidence of some sort of truth, way back when, but, over the years, exaggeration and expansion had distorted things, and distant memory of friendship had now turned into myth.
He looked around the garden. This was his only pleasure. Not that he enjoyed gardening. He liked being out of the spotlight of his wife's glare. She never came out here and, when she did, next door's dog's barking soon drove her back in. God bless the dog, it hated her. At the bottom of the garden was his shed, with his radio and kettle. He had a small heater for the winter months. This was his sanctuary, his fortress, his buttress to marital misfortune.
He had built the rockery, at his wife's behest, first piling the earth and then sewing it with gravel and small stones. Then his wife had applied plastic monstrosities, that were supposed to be boulders, to the mound. So he had said, "It should be called a mockery." Over the years he had replaced the plastic boulders with the real thing, one at a time, so his wife never noticed.
It was out here in the garden, or in his shed, where he thought up the myriad ways he could bump her off. Out here, or in the shed, where he could, on occasion, smile without criticism.
He turned around and went back inside. When he got back in the kitchen he decided to make a cup of tea. He took the kettle and removed its whistle, filled the kettle and placed it on the cooker. He turned on the gas and stopped to consider the inconvenience of having to remove the kettle's whistle. If he disturbed his wife's much needed beauty sleep there would be hell to pay.
His thoughts suddenly interrupted by the barking of next door's dog. The dog's barking stopped. He tried to look through the kitchen window to see if the cat was back. All he could see was his own reflection staring back.
"There's not much to see," he thought. A thin man with a thin, clean-shaven, face, overpowered by a pair of thick rimmed glasses, stared back at him. Behind the glasses his eyes were dull and lifeless. The hair on his head was greying, prematurely, and getting thin at the crown. He weighed ten stone wet through and looked ten years older than the forty birthdays he'd seen. A man with no name, unfortunately he looked nothing like Clint Eastwood.
There was no wonder as to why he looked the way he did. His wife only cooked meals at lunchtime, when he was at work. When he was working he only had time to eat a sandwich at lunch. He came home too tired to cook for himself and lived on salads he'd grown in his garden.
At least there would always be salad stuff in the fridge because his wife hated it. She ate only fried stuff, and pies, along with sweet stuff and cakes. He hoped for a heart attack that never arrived. She was built like a horse, a dray horse, and had the same constitution. He didn't think her dung would help the roses much.
There were a multitude of malicious thoughts rushing around and bouncing off the inside of his cranium. It was hard to think straight when his mind was filled with adrenalin fuelled ideas. He much preferred the cold, logical, slow process of planning step by step. Sometimes, as now, this was impossible. Of course, any murder plans formulated when his mind was in this state were hugely unfeasible.
He noticed the dog was barking once more. How long had it been yapping? Long enough, evidently, to have woken his wife, "Shut that bloody dog up!" she screamed from the warmth of her bed.
"Yes, dear," he shouted back.
How long had he daydreamed at the cooker? Turning back, to go out into the garden again, he glanced at the kitchen clock. Surely, he hadn't been standing at the cooker for an hour. That's what the clock told him. "Dearie me," he thought and made his way outside.
By now it was pitch dark, and there was just the light from the kitchen windows to illuminate the garden. He couldn't see the cat but it had to be somewhere on the wall. He slowly walked down the garden, his eyes surveying the murk on top of the wall, trying to differentiate between tortoiseshell and black night. "Ah, there you are," he said out loud, as if to confirm that, yes, he was seeing the phantom outline of a cat. He moved towards the cat waving his arms and shooing. At first the cat played stubborn. As he got closer the cat turned, hissed, and ran. Once more it vanished into the night. The dog's barks subsided.
Then his wife's voice, "Thank God for that," she was shouting from the kitchen.
Looking over his shoulder, through the kitchen window, he could see her walk across the kitchen. She picked up the kettle that was on the cooker, checked it was full, and was about to light the gas. He suddenly remembered he'd turned the gas on over an hour ago, and he'd forgotten to light it. Reflexively he shouted, "No, don't light the gas." Too late! Boom! And the kitchen flashed golden. The windows blew out into the garden. There were flames spreading across the kitchen.
The next door's lights came on and Dave, the neighbour, appeared in the garden adjacent to his. "Are you alright?" said Dave breathlessly. He nodded yes. "I'll ring the fire brigade," Dave replied to the nod.
Ten minutes later the fire brigade arrived and were soon busy putting out the fire in the kitchen.
One of the firemen, wearing a white helmet, came over and began to ask questions. His first question was, "What's your name?"
After a few moments of consideration, "I'm Harry Lawson," a pause, "Yes, I am Harry Lawson." Other questions followed about what had occurred and Harry explained what led to the explosion.
Well, he explained how it happened physically and said nothing about wishful thinking. "Ding dong the witch is dead", rejoicing in his head.
An ambulance arrived soon after, and one of the paramedics was now cleaning blood from Harry's minor cuts and abrasions. "You'll be okay Harry, a couple of sticking plasters and you'll be fine".
"Harry will be fine," emphasised Harry.
The police turned up and began asking questions of Harry, the fire brigade chief, and the ambulance personnel. The paramedic who had treated Harry said, "Go easy with the husband. He's in a state of shock."
When the policeman went to question Harry, he was greeted by, "I'm Harry Lawson. That's me. I live here, I'm Harry." There were many questions from the officer but by then Harry was barely paying attention. The officer, too, wasn't paying a lot of attention to Harry's answers.
"Obviously in a state of complete shock", thought the officer.
Some weeks later, at the coroner's court, Harry's wife's death was declared an accident. Harry went home a quietly happy man. He'd also received a £100,000 death benefit from an insurance policy on his wife.
The policy on his home had paid out for the repairs and a new kitchen. He had to pay off his partners in crime with the occasional bone over the fence and saucer of milk by the back door.
It was ironic that, after all that careful planning, it had been an accident that led to his wife's death. So much for "be careful what you wish for". As for the other old maxim, about only one may keep a secret, Harry didn't think the cat or dog would be saying anything soon.
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Punishing His Roommate Pt. 10
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https://www.literotica.com/s/punishing-his-roommate-pt-10
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BDSM
|
Chapter title: Vanessa's Escapades
Vanessa
When we walked inside the sex shop, a young woman wearing a sundress greeted us. She quite politely said hello and then continued on into the store.
The sex shop was filled with every last thing you could think of. There was a wall just for vibrators, an aisle for dildos, a section just for butt stuff, then there was a BDSM section. All different kinds of impact toys, nipple clamps, leashes, gags and so much more. I couldn't even sit and register every single thing that was in that section of the store.
The entire store was quite large and very clean. It was on the second floor so the entryway was small, but once we were inside, it looked much larger. In all honesty, it was quite overwhelming.
In the centre of the store was a big glass display with different dildos inside it. They did not look like human cocks in the least. Some were big and others were small but they were all different colours, and shapes. They were all still in nature but it was as if someone imagined penises for fantasy beings and aliens. Some were green, others blue or a mix of different colours. They had veins and ribs going up them. Each one was a little bit different from the last.
"What're you thinking about?" Eric asked me.
"There's just so much stuff here," I explained. "It's all a little overwhelming."
"Thinking about all the things I could do to you, huh?"
I looked up at Eric then. He had been whispering into my ear so I couldn't see his face. I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well for one I wasn't exactly planning on having you ride a dragon dildo," he chuckled.
"I just was fascinated is all. I've never seen anything like those before," I explained, feeling my cheeks go red.
"Uh huh," Eric replied. He moved his hand to my lower back and then started leading me through the store back towards the BDSM section. He picked up a pair of ornate nipple clamps. Then held them towards my chest.
"I think you'd look so pretty in these," he told me.
"Oh?"
"They connect together and have an attachment so I can lead you by them."
That was so much more humiliating and degrading than just a simple leash. It was a leash attached to my tits.
"Oh..." I was struggling to give him a reply. My mind was just filled with all the possibilities. Anticipation surged inside my stomach.
"And I was thinking of getting you one of these. So you know where your place always is," Eric said then picking up another packet. This one was a dildo gag. A gag that had a small dildo that sat inside your mouth while you wore it.
"Yes Sir," I just said. "What else?"
I held onto the nipple clamps and the gag as Eric continued to lead me through the store.
"I think we need something fun to beat you with," Eric said to me.
"I don't want to be beaten. I will concede to a spanking or beating if I deserve it," I said as quietly as I could. I didn't want anyone in here to hear me say things like that. It was just us one other customer and two workers. The lady behind the counter and an older man stocking the shelves.
"Well in that case, I want you to pick something that will hurt so I can punish you with it. I want you to be scared of it when you see it. And when I do decide to punish you, you will go get it for me and ask me to beat you with it."
"You want me to ask to be punished?" My eyes widened. I had done it once before, but that was different. That punishment was so bad. I wasn't planning on repeating that in the future.
"Well, I guess I got a taste for it when you practically begged me to finish your punishment that other time," Eric told me. "Now if you don't pick something I will and you won't like it."
Fear zipped through me. I didn't want Eric to pick something. I figured if I at least did it then I could pick something that wasn't so bad.
I walked up to the wall of impact toys. There was paddles, floggers, riding crops, whips, and straps. Then between the categories there was big and small of each category, some had words on them, others were blank. All in all there was just so much to pick from. I noticed then on the side of the wall where all the impact toys were was a poster. It had a diagram showing the pain level levels of each toy and the kind of pain that they would administer. Stingy or thuddy.
I turned back to Eric. "I think we need two," I said to him.
He gave me a confused smile. "Why?" He asked.
"Some are stingy and some are thuddy, I don't know what I prefer."
Eric looked like he was thinking for a moment then he nodded long and slow. "Okay. Pick two but under one condition."
"What's that?"
"I get to use both of them on you tonight. Not for a punishment but for no reason at all. Well, the reason would be so you can decide which one you prefer."
I thought about it for a moment. What he was saying did make sense. I just didn't like being hit. Well, it seemed to turn me on a fair bit. But the idea of being hit when I hadn't done anything to deserve it felt wrong.
"Okay but they can't be proper spankings just testing it out," I said to Eric.
He nodded at me. Satisfied with our compromise I picked up a leather flogger. It had a braided handle and at least thirty tassels. According to the chart that could go either way. We already had a small leather paddle which was quite thuddy. I looked at the long canes. The I grabbed one just based on how it looked and ignored the warning that it was quite a harsh object. When I presented it to Eric he laughed at me.
"You're going to cry with that," he said.
"Only if you make me cry."
"That's true... Okay fine. Only because we already have one of each of most things."
He grabbed both the flogger and the cane from me and started walking to the counter. I followed after him but by the time I got there he was paying and the lady was bagging our items for us. I went to say something but was silenced when I felt Eric's hand hold mine. He said thank you to the woman and we walked out of the store together.
***
By the time we got back to the apartment it was late and we were both exhausted. I woke up before Eric this time and snuck out of his bed. I walked naked through the apartment and into the kitchen where I made us both coffee and some breakfast. When I was finished I drank some of mine before taking both cups back to the room. I put his on his nightstand and drank mine while I kneeled next to the bed on his side.
When I finished drinking my coffee Eric still hadn't woken up. I sighed and went and grabbed my collar and leash and put it on. I hoped he would be pleased when he woke up.
Five more minutes passed and a half yawn half groan came from Eric.
"Good morning, Sir," I said.
He jumped a little but when he rolled in my direction he settled. He seemed to still be overcome by sleep and wasn't completely grasping what was happening. Then Eric rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. He pulled the covers off and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"Good morning, pet."
I picked up my leash and offered it to him.
Eric took it then pulled me by it until my head was hovering over his morning wood.
"Kiss it," he said.
I chuckled and kissed the tip. He let go of me and I sat back down on my heels, fluttering my lashes at him for a moment before regaining myself. "I made you coffee."
Eric picked up his mug and drank the coffee. "This is good," he said, before setting it down. "I'll drink this here while you hold my cock in your mouth, okay?"
"Yes Sir."
"Vanessa, I need you to be more enthusiastic about my cock," he chastised.
"How so?" I furrowed my brows at him.
"Having my cock inside you is a privilege. Act like it."
I realised then what he was playing at. I looked up at him, biting my lip. "Thank you for letting me have your cock, Sir."
"Good."
He picked up his mug and started ignoring me. I knew that was my cue to use my mouth. I took his cock deep into my throat and then when I went to move up his shaft Eric held me there. I wasn't choking but it wasn't exactly comfortable. He held me like that for five minutes before letting go. When I got up he stood and took my leash.
"Crawl bitch."
I began crawling behind him. He led me out to the living area.
"I made us some breakfast," I then informed him. "If you want to eat before it goes cold. I'm not hungry though."
Eric looked back at me.
"You're becoming such a good little housewife and before you couldn't even wash a pan," he said with a chuckle.
I realised then I had not cleaned up after myself. I just smiled and nodded at Eric.
"I was going to spend the morning using those new toys on you but why don't we have breakfast first?"
"Good idea, Sir," I replied.
We went and sat at the table, I was allowed to stand to get breakfast and get into my chair. I did so and tried to clean up a bit but it was no use. I went and put the food out onto the table before sitting across from Eric.
The fact that I was in a leash and collar didn't stop us from having a normal conversation. We discussed work, the weather, and hobbies in common, all very normal stuff. In fact sometimes the normalcy is what made the other things we did so dirty. We were able to decompress and take a break so when we came back to it we were both completely ready.
Once we were done with breakfast I offered to clean up and went straight for the pan I used before any of the plates. Eric came up into the kitchen before I could dry it and hide it, witnessing what felt to me like a crime. I turned around with the pan when I heard his footsteps, still full of soap.
"Why do you look guilty?" he asked.
I turned back to the sink to continue washing up. I finished the pan and put it in the drying wrack before picking up a plate.
"Are you going to answer me?" he growled.
"Yes?"
"So answer."
"I didn't wash the pan before... I forgot. But I did it now," I said, still facing away. Eric's laughter came from behind me before I felt his lips against the back of my neck.
"Relax, you're not always in trouble," he said.
"Sure feels like it," I grumbled, earning another laugh.
***
Over the course of the afternoon Eric fucked me every which way. It began when I leant over the back of the sofa to reach something. I was naked per his instructions. Eric pushed his cock deep inside my cunt, and a few moments later I got wet. The surprise of it all was thrilling. I moaned, gripping the pillows in front of me as he thrust deeper and deeper.
"You're always available for me, aren't you?"
"Always, Sir," I moaned.
This riled him up further. He grabbed me by the hair and slammed so hard into me the sound was reverberating around the apartment. I felt like his personal little rag doll. My eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"When do you take my cock?" He groaned.
My head was spinning. His question was so simple and yet I was struggling to answer. I opened my mouth, only for a moan to slip out. Eric grabbed me by the hips with both hands as he fastened his pace. He picked up his pace going faster than ever. I rocked back and forth matching his movements. My clit rubbed against the couch elevating my pleasure-- quicker than usual. I white knuckled the couch as Eric slapped my ass making me scream.
"When do you take my cock?" He repeated. There was no room for argument in his tone, it was making me whimper. He made me feel so submissive in a way I'd never experienced in my life. Even when I had submitted to partners in the past-- this was different. Eric was different.
"Whenever you want me to take it," I finally spat out.
"Good fucking girl," he said. I cried out my pleasure as my clit rubbed further into the couch while his cock hit deeper inside me. I squeezed my walls around him. My orgasm took over my body and I was bucking on the back of the couch. I accidentally leaned forward and my feet came off the floor but Eric held me in place.
"Where do you want my cum?" He asked.
"Inside me," I managed to reply.
He came within a few more thrusts.
"Fuck...fuck," he murmured as his orgasm gripped him. He squeezed my hips harder and smacked the side of my ass with one hand as he rode out his pleasure still fucking me at the same time.
He held himself inside me but then he started fucking me all over again.
"How?" I rasped.
"I'm still hard..."
"But you came," I said, bracing myself.
"Sometimes this happens," he chuckled.
Eric then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. My feet found the ground somehow. His cock slipped out of me as he walked me around the length of the couch then sat down.
"Ride me," he commanded. His cock was still so hard considering he just came. I hopped on top of him, straddling him with shaky legs before lowering myself down over his shaft.
Eric felt so big inside me. I almost couldn't believe how many times we had fucked that day. My pussy was starting to grow tired of it all. But that didn't stop arousal from flooding my body. I was like a slave to my desires when it came to Eric. A moan escaped me. I had my hands on his shoulders so I could steady myself while straddling his lap. After the first few slow strokes of my bouncing, I began to bounce faster and faster. The angle of his cock was pressing up into my G spot somehow. Pleasure flooded me. I was slowly but surely losing control.
"Would you do anything for me?" Eric asked. His tone was so dominant. The question repeated in my mind again and again. Like a broken record. I would do anything for him, especially when it came to the sort of things he was referring to. It was an almost scary thought to think that I would degrade myself and humiliate myself just for his pleasure. But it was true and I would. I was falling deeper and deeper into the hole of submission.
"Anything," I cried.
I started fucking Eric faster if that was even possible. I squeezed my pussy around his length as I pulled up. Eric hissed at the sensation. I had read about it in a magazine somewhere a long time ago. I knew sometimes my pussy would do it on its own accord. Spasm and squeeze the cock that was inside me. But this time I did it on purpose.
"Would you let me do anything to you?" Eric then asked. He was in the throes of arousal I could tell. He was completely taken in the whirlwind of his own domination. It wasn't even the Eric I knew on a day-to-day basis but a deeper, more primal version of him.
"Almost anything," I cried.
Eric tangled a hand through my hair. He bundled it up into a ponytail and pulled it. Pain and pleasure zip through all at once. My mind was in a whirlwind of sensations whenever we did things like this. I loved the juxtaposition. The contrast of being pleasured and destroyed all at once.
As the cacophony of pleasure pushed up my body and exploded into an earth shattering orgasm, I started fucking wild on Eric. He let go of my hair and grabbed my hips and started taking control of my movements.
My soul practically left my body as pleasure took over. I was floating up in space, untethered, Eric kept me grounded and bouncing. I was all moans and sighs as my over sensitive pussy continued getting fucked.
Eric came inside me with a grunt.
"Fuck you feel so good, baby," he said. He grabbed me as he slowed his movements, his hands on my face. He kissed me, hard, dominating me even in the sweetest gesture.
We came apart from the kiss and his hand travelled from my cheek to my Hair holding me in place. I looked into Eric's eyes. I was so dazed and full of pleasure. Sometimes when I looked at him, I felt like I must be addicted. I never had any addictions before, but this is the closest thing to me that felt like one.
As Eric pulled his cock out of me, I shifted so I was still able to straddle him. I slid right up against his torso, so we were skin to skin. I laid my head on his shoulder, our heavy breathing was the only thing heard in the room.
After this we went about our day. I had to do a few things around the apartment because I knew I wouldn't be able to through the week.
Eric took the opportunity to shove his cock inside me whenever he was able. His stamina was impressive.
We took a break as dinner came and went. Then Eric suggested we go for a drive.
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"dominant male",
"spanking",
"humiliation",
"free use",
"dirty talk",
"good girl",
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Le Français Pt. 10
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https://www.literotica.com/s/le-francais-pt-10
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Erotic Couplings
|
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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 commissioned by the fantastic ThL!
In this chapter you can expect poker, investigations, and a fist fight.
Marc and Sinead at the Poker Tournament.
====================================
Chapter 67
Marc stood for a moment, stretching his legs as he took off his suit jacket in between hands. The game had been going on for over an hour and the room was starting to get a little warm. Other than some glances to double-check that the Detective was alright, he'd been focused on the game. With nine players around the table there was a lot of information to try and take in.
So far no one had gotten knocked out - the blinds had raised three times and had hit $100 for the Big and $50 for the small, which also meant the minimum bets were now $100. The first half-dozen hands had been exploratory as everyone at the table settled in and started to get a read of those around them. Several knew each other already. The Italians started out bickering, shooting little playful verbal jabs across the table at each other. The Jamaican to Marc's right seemed to be cold towards the Vietnamese man, shooting him looks every once in a while, but was very respectful of the older woman to Marc's left.
The businessman, who introduced himself as Paul Crane, was enamoured with the fact that he was playing with the retired Hockey Player - the questions seemed to help the athlete settle in at first but had gotten a little annoying over time.
"Allow me, Mr Fornier," Rachel said as Marc took off his suit jacket, appearing beside and behind him as if from the ether.
"
Merci,
Miss Rachel," Marc said with a smile and a nod, handing over the jacket.
"Is there anything else I can get for you?" Rachel asked. "A drink, perhaps?"
"If you could just mention to my companion that I would like to speak to her for a moment," Marc said.
"Of course," Rachel nodded, carefully flattening his jacket before whisking it away to be hung up.
"She likes you," the older woman said as Marc sat back down.
"I don't know about that," Marc said with a little smile.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you found a card with her number on it when you get that coat back," she said, then offered Marc her hand to shake. "Susan Steinmeyer."
"Marc Fornier," Marc replied, shaking her hand. Her grip was strong despite her age, which had to be in the seventies. "It's lovely to play with you, Madame Steinmeyer. You are a very shrewd statistician, I think."
The older woman smirked a little. "I helped my husband run his jewellery store for forty years, and now my sons for ten. If I couldn't spot a tell, or do the math in my head, we would have been done for."
"A very impressive feat, Madame," Marc grinned. He wasn't actually sure
what
he thought about her - most jewellery businesses were legitimate enterprises, but some were fronts for laundering cash or other organisations. Not to mention the fact that there was a legitimate diamond cartel to deal with.
Marc got his cards for the next hand and quickly checked them. Four of Diamonds, Ace of Diamonds. On his turn, he called the minimum bet of $100, then felt Sinead's hand touch his shoulder. He glanced back at her. "
Un moment, ma petite rebelle,
" he murmured. She nodded and withdrew her hand.
The betting finished and the dealer burned a card and laid out the flop. King of Hearts, King of Diamonds, Six of Spades. Paul Crane folded first, but the native man beside him raised three hundred - he likely had something to interact with the Kings. The hockey player folded, and the Italian next to him had folded after his first glance at his cards, so it came to the Jamaican. The dark-skinned man seemed to think carefully for a moment, looking across the table at the Native man, before raising another three hundred, spiking the bet to $600 total.
That brought things to Marc, who had a decision to make. He didn't have anything to interact with the Kings in the river other than the King of Diamonds making a potential flush. That left another flush, a full house, four of a kind or a straight flush on the table if he could get there with two more diamonds on the turn and river. A $600 bet was a good chunk of his chips to risk - he hadn't won a hand yet, so the little bets here and there had been nibbling at his holdings.
Still, he wasn't there to win, he was there to get information.
"Call," Marc said and put $600 worth of chips in the pot.
Susan folded, as did the other Italian, which left the Vietnamese gangster tapping his cards as he glanced around the table until he finally called as well. That put $2900 in the pot, and four players aiming for it, and the bet was back to the Native man who had to call or raise again. He narrowed his eyes slightly, eyes flicking from Marc, to the Vietnamese man, to the Jamaican, and he called, raising the pot to $3200.
The dealer burned another card and laid out the turn - a five of spades. Useless for Marc, and the end of his run since it meant he couldn't make his flush. The Native man checked, sending the bet to the Jamaican, who checked as well. Marc folded, not wanting to try and bluff his way through the mess, and that sent the betting to the Vietnamese man. He bet another $500, which could have been read as either a signal that he intended to bully his way into the pot since it was the largest bet made at the table in the first hour, or that he was baiting out some more cash.
The Native had to respond, and he called, raising the pot to $4200. The Jamaican didn't seem to want to back down and he called as well, raising the pot to $4700.
The dealer burned a card and put out the river - Queen of Diamonds. Marc had been so close to his flush. The betting went through checks again and landed on the Vietnamese man, who broke his poker face to purse his lips and cock his head to the side as he looked at the other two men's chip piles. "All in," he said, pushing his chips forward.
That put the other two men on the back foot. The Native was next up and he thought for a long minute before folding, flicking his cards forward. He'd gotten into the betting a few times early on and was down a little bit more than either of his opponents, so he'd need to go all-in as well.
The Jamaican, on the other hand, was up a little bit on the Vietnamese man, so he could call without going all in but it would mean he'd be fighting from a very, very low stack if he lost. The black man took his time, blinking several times as he seemed to be doing the math in his head of what he had versus what his opponent could be holding.
The tension was cut as a loud groan, and some half-hearted clapping, erupted at another table. One of the other businessmen stood up, looking flustered, and gestured in a throwaway gesture as he left his table. The first man had fallen, and from the looks of it, he'd gotten taken in by Gregory's daughter Andrea.
The fact that he wouldn't be the first to get knocked out seemed to steel the Jamaican, and he called the bet. The pot was a little over $21,000. The Vietnamese man, for his part, didn't flinch.
The dealer called for the hands. The Jamiacan revealed a full house, Kings over Queens. The Vietnamese man had two pairs, Kings and Aces.
The second man was knocked out as the Vietnamese gangster nodded in acceptance, then stood and nodded more firmly in recognition to the Jamaican and left the table.
With the tension, and the hand, over Marc turned and Sinead stepped up behind him again, leaning in. "Any problems?" he asked quietly.
"Not so far," Sinead whispered. "Nothing of interest though."
"There's still plenty of time," Marc said.
"I know," Sinead smirked. Then she kissed him lightly on the lips. "You know, it's kind of fun being your arm candy? Everyone is looking at me and wondering if we're in love, or if it's a show, or something else."
"Let's keep them guessing," Marc said, his lips brushing against hers as he said it. His hand touched the back of her thigh, and he kissed her a second time before pulling away. "Would you mind getting me a glass of wine,
ma cherie?
" he asked at a more normal volume.
"Of course," Sinead said, trailing her fingers over his shoulder as she left. The dealer was done shuffling and was tossing out the next hand.
Chapter 68
Returning to the bar, Sinead smiled a little as she slipped back up onto her barstool next to Siobhan. The hockey player's girlfriend wasn't quite drunk, but she was definitely happy and had allowed Sinead to signal the bartender to cut her off. That didn't stop Siobhan from being a giggly mess as she talked about moving up to Canada from down in the States. She and her boyfriend had been dating for almost ten years while he'd been in the League, and most of that time had been spent in Dallas and California.
Toronto had been a big change, but the popularity of the Leafs compared to the more Southern US teams had made a big difference. She actually got recognized on the streets here sometimes.
It was actually sort of
fun
talking to Siobhan, where she felt like there wasn't any pressure to be more than what she looked like. She didn't need to prove anything to the blonde woman.
That didn't mean there weren't any issues going on, however. The bartender had just poured Sinead another pair of glasses of wine - one for Marc, and one for herself - when the Irishman from early squeezed into the space next to her at the bar.
"Yeah, I'll have a Guiness and a shot of that Grey Goose you got up there," he said, then turned and acted surprised like he hadn't known who he was going to be standing next to. "Well, hello, ladies. Can I entice you into taking a shot with me?"
"A shot sounds pretty good right now," Siobhan said with a grin.
"Not for me," Sinead said. "I'm good, thanks. And Siobhan, I thought you said water for the next hour was the right choice?"
"Vodka is as clear as water," the Irishman smirked.
"He's so right," Siobhan giggled.
"I think we'll both pass, thanks," Sinead said, making eye contact with the bartender and shaking her head. He acknowledged that and set just one shot on the bar next to the tall glass of Guiness. Sinead turned to Siobhan fully, putting her back to the walking cliche pointedly. "Hold my seat," she said. "I just need to bring my man his glass."
"Of course, babe," Siobhan grinned at her.
Sinead took her glass, and Marcs, and headed back for the table. She even managed not to hesitate when she heard the Irishman mutter, 'Flaming cunt' under his breath. She strutted to the poker table and leaned in, setting Marc's glass down on the lip designed to hold the drinks.
"Might have a problem with a pushy asshole," she murmured softly into Marc's ear.
She could see his jaw clench just slightly and he nodded once.
"I can handle it," Sinead said.
"You shouldn't need to," Marc said. "I'll keep my eye out."
"Thank you," Sinead said and kissed his cheek. "But I can handle myself."
Marc caught her hand as she went to pull away, looking up into her eyes. "I know,
ma petite rebelle,
" he said. "But you don't
need
to."
Sinead wasn't sure how she felt as she walked back towards the bar to make sure Siobhan didn't get swept up by the low-tier gangster and make some mistakes.
Chapter 69
Marc watched as Sinead returned to the bar and her new acquaintance, the hockey player's partner. For just a moment he mused at what it might have been like to have them both in his bed - the other woman was certainly attractive and seemed to be a spirited flirt as she welcomed Sinead back with a wink and a playful pat on the hip. But, for all that Marc knew that he was something of a deviant, he also wasn't the kind of man who would ever consider approaching someone who was clearly engaged in some sort of relationship.
Which made the actions of the man trying to horn in on Sinead all the more despicable to him.
Keeping an eye on Sinead out of the corner of his eye, Marc paid the small blind for his next hand and then received his cards. A seven of spades and a two of diamonds wasn't worth anything, so he folded quietly at the first opportunity. The action at the table was slow to develop this time, with Susan slow-playing her bets as she eyed the other players from across the table.
The Irishman wasn't
quite
stepping over the line of propriety, but he was definitely pushing it. He was standing next to Sinead at the bar and Marc could tell that he was stopping himself from going so far as to put a hand on Sinead's back, but otherwise was putting 'the moves' on both Sinead and her friend. Marc wasn't entirely sure what the man was thinking, other than the fact that he must have been thinking with his dick. It was the only reasonable explanation other than that the man felt 'untouchable' for some reason. Maybe because Marc wasn't a known criminal element, and neither was the hockey player?
Susan took in a small victory at the end of the hand, refilling her chip pool, and another hand was dealt out. This time Marc had pocket 10s so he stayed in, and was slightly more distracted as he had to pay attention. By the end of the hand, he ended up with two pairs, not awful by any means, but the ferocity of the hockey player and the Jamaican allowed him to realise that at least one of them must have had the potential straight that was showing if not something more. He folded and escaped from the betting before it skyrocketed. When he looked back over at the bar he saw Sinead shoving the Irishman's hand from her forearm and her quietly scolding him.
Marc cleared his throat, looking over at the two Italian gentlemen at his table. He didn't really know much about 'the Mafia' beyond pop culture references and was unsure if his partial watch-through of The Sopranos really gave him any insight at all into how the Toronto Mafia operated, but he wasn't about to take a blind risk without checking. "Excuse me," he said once he had the attention of both men. "I believe the blond Irishman came with the two of you? He seems to be agitating my companion."
One of them just smirked at Marc. He was thin, with a severe face and nose that reminded Marc a little of a man he'd known growing up from Nice in southern France. The other, a more swarthy gentleman with thick black hair expertly coiffed on his head but also thick on his arms and knuckles. He frowned and looked over his shoulder at the bar, then called something sharp to the Irishman. Marc recognized that it was Italian, but it was so quick that he wasn't able to put his rusty, and small, knowledge of the language to use. "
Liam, tieni il cazzo nei pantaloni. Stai facendo incazzare i soldi facili.
"
The Irishman looked over, giving an innocent look to his boss, or superior, or whatever the man was to him. Then, when the Italian turned back to the table, 'Liam' made a slight grimace before slowly turning his back to Sinead and her acquaintance, acting as if he hadn't been flirting with the women at all.
"My apologies," the swarthy Italian said curtly, nodding. Marc nodded back in thanks. The man had spoken in quick, fluent Italian but was also clearly Canadian-born and raised when he swapped to English. Marc had a feeling he must have spent a significant amount of time in Italy, which he assumed would make sense if the man was truly a member of the Mafia.
The game continued on, and while Marc had a couple of solid winning hands to bolster his chip expenditures he didn't rake in any massive pots to put him back to his starting winnings. He wasn't, however, fairing too poorly. Susan seemed to almost take pity on the businessman Paul Crane as she took him out of the action on a hand that Marc could have read from across the room. The man took it jovially, shaking the hockey player's hand energetically and repeating that he'd been thrilled to meet the veteran of the game.
Other players were getting knocked off from the two other tables as well. Some stuck around, clearly enjoying the atmosphere and the free drinks, and Marc noted the hostess Rachel circulating between both the tables and the guests, while Victor paid specific attention to the players who were getting knocked out.
Smoothing over frustrated feelings, or discussing 'business?'
Marc thought.
Marc finally found another hand for himself that was worth pursuing, particularly since he'd been the big blind and had to chip in. The King and Queen of Diamonds sat on the table in front of him, and he ended up facing off with the thin Calabrian, the hockey player, and Susan. The flop gave Marc another two diamonds, though neither were the 10, Jack or Ace so a Royal Flush was out of the question. That still left him a possible Flush however if he could squeak out one more diamond from the turn or river. The betting accelerated, pausing at Susan before she called, and the pot ended up at $3,300 before the turn. The dealer expertly burned a card and then revealed the turn, a king of spades. By Marc's quick math, it shouldn't have helped anyone make a potential hand unless someone had pocket kings handing them a three-of-a-kind. Since he was holding a king himself, it wasn't very likely someone else had the other two.
The hockey player backed out, passing the betting to the Italian, who took the initiative. Susan took a long moment to consider before matching, and Marc took his own moment to run calculations in his head while watching the thin man. In the end, Marc had to just go with his gut - he was risking a significant portion of his chips already and had to bank on a diamond being the final card for the river. It was almost impossible to know what the actual percentage chance of it
being
a diamond was considering all the other cards that had been dealt out and folded, plus the burned cards, but in the end, he could only plan so far.
And instinct had never truly led him astray before.
"Raise," he said, quickly separating out the chip. "One thousand even."
Translations
- Liam, tieni il cazzo nei pantaloni. Stai facendo incazzare i soldi facili. = Liam, keep your dick in your pants. You're pissing off easy money.
Chapter 70
There was a small round of clapping over at Marc's table, pulling Sinead and Siobhan's attention.
"Looks like your man just won a good hand," Siobhan said, flashing a grin at Sinead.
She was probably right; Sinead could see Marc smiling and nodding his acceptance at some sort of smart play he'd made. No one was standing up and leaving the table, so he must not have knocked someone out, which Sinead was thankful for - she already felt like she was sticking out too much.
"Someone's getting lucky tonight," Destiny said. She was a gorgeous woman of Pakistani descent and one of the two escorts who had eventually come over to join Sinead and Siobhan at the bar. The woman was wearing a dress that looked like she must have been sewn into it, and the telltale bumps of nipple piercings fronted the considerable expanse of warm, brown cleavage she was showing off.
"Aw, she's blushing," Spirit chuckled. "Leave Sinead alone." The other escort, and friend of Destiny, was a leggy blonde with a similar sized chest though hers were definitely 'aftermarket.'
"Funny," Siobhan said, flashing the ladies a playful smile. "I thought it was you two who would be getting lucky."
"Not me," Spirit sighed with a little roll of her eyes. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Cornelius is a fun time. He takes me out to nice dinners, buys me nice things, etcetera. But the sex?
When
it happens, which is only sometimes, it isn't exactly 'getting lucky.'" Spirit was the companion for a businessman who looked to be in his mid-sixties, so Sinead was a little surprised that sex wasn't on the man's mind more often with a pair of legs and tits like Spirit was walking around with.
"
I'll
be getting a proper dicking tonight," Destiny smirked. She'd pretended to be circumspect, but Spirit had spilt that she was there with the Mayor's Aide so Destiny wasn't trying to hide it so much any more. "Not that I'd call it 'getting lucky' either."
"A woman like you
deserves
to get lucky," Siobhan said, still tipsy. "Honestly, you two - you're
fuckin' hot.
"
The two escorts grinned at the earnest compliment and preened a little. They'd originally come over slightly tentatively, not because they were shy or nervous but rather because they'd been getting the cold shoulder from some of the other women in the room. Apparently, models and Instagram influencers felt like there was some sort of social distinction between them and actual escorts - the way Sinead saw it, most of the 'models' were getting paid to be there as well so there really wasn't all that much of a difference.
The reality of the situation overall, as the conversation went on, was that Sinead was having fun. Part of her, the part that wanted to be grinding away on a case, was whispering that she should be trying to build more connections with Destiny and Spirit - they were technically criminals. She could flip them to be CIs. They could inform on their clients, or whatever organisation they worked for (if they did.) Strippers and escorts could learn things that girlfriends and wives often couldn't.
But... it just didn't fit at the moment. Sinead wondered if it was something to do with her undercover persona she was putting on, or the fact that she genuinely found herself just liking the energy the two of them gave off. A little snarky, a little sweet, and funny - talking with them and Siobhan felt a lot like talking with Jules.
"Oh, there goes another one," Sinead said, changing the conversation again as she nodded towards the table where Destiny's client was playing. Andrea Stanhope was playing at the same table, and as the man stood up he seemed to be grimacing in the younger woman's direction. One of the Native players was also talking loudly, almost aggressively, at the dealer. Rachel, the blonde host, didn't quite rush over but definitely made a beeline for the table to start smoothing things over.
"God, I wish they could keep the testosterone to a low simmer," Spirit said, rolling her eyes.
"What, and admit that women are better than them at games that involve skill?" Siobhan asked with a grin. "I'd bet both of you could fleece the pants off of any of them."
Destiny and Spirit both preened again at the compliment and didn't argue. Then they ordered a round of shots, and Sinead found herself swept back into the drinking.
- - - - -
She wasn't
tipsy,
she just wasn't entirely graceful at the moment. At least, that's what Sinead told herself as she threaded her way through the poker room. The official break time had been called, and there were fourteen players still standing.
Marc met her halfway between the bar and the table. "
Ma petite rebelle,
" he said, and she almost got lost in his accent for a moment. "I could have come to you."
Sinead rolled her eyes. "I actually need to talk to your fellow player," she said. "Though, now that you mention it, didn't I say I could handle that douche?"
He gave her a look. "And did I not say that you shouldn't need to?" he pointed out. She had actually forgotten that, and him reminding her made her feel that same little warm rush of something. It was an ephemeral feeling, not quite butterflies in her stomach, not quite getting horny, but definitely something like it. "Now, who do you need to talk to?"
"Siobhan's boyfriend," Sinead said, then realised she needed to clarify. "The hockey player."
"Ah, well, you missed him in the crowd," Marc said, nodding back towards the bar. He led her through the conversation groups that had formed and they found the hockey player at the bar with Siobhan. Destiny and Spirit had drifted off to pay attention to the men that had brought them.
Sinead had been intending to quietly tell Siobhan's boyfriend that Siobhan was more drunk than she seemed - not that she wanted to tattle on the other woman, but more out of concern for her. Drunk Siobhan was a bit of a flirt and if that Irish asshole came back around Sinead didn't like the idea of him getting more of a response from the blonde.
"Baby, I'm
horny,
" Siobhan said. Not quietly.
The hockey player looked at them, a little embarrassed but with just a hint of playful pride that his smoking hot girlfriend was basically begging him for sex.
Guess I don't need to worry about warning him,
Sinead thought to herself with a smirk. She glanced at Marc, who glanced back, and she considered doing the same thing to him. But the look in his eye said if she did it, she'd pay for it, and that scared her a little. In a good way, but still scary enough that she just shook her head and laughed.
Chapter 71
The kiss on the lips from Siobhan had been a surprise, as had the insistence that Sinead needed to text her the next day. The hockey player - whose name still evaded Sinead - had decided to gracefully bow out of the poker tournament, abandoning his chips in favour of taking his girlfriend home to satiate her tipsy lust.
"You seemed friendly with her," Marc said, standing close to Sinead as they both sipped on fresh glasses of wine. It was fragrant and fruity and Sinead knew she didn't really need another glass, but Marc had presented it to her so she'd taken it. She didn't respond right away because she was focused on the feeling of Marc's hand on her back, pressing through her blouse, and how it felt. "Sinead?"
"Mm," she grunted softly, then looked up at him. "Siobhan is... bright. And lovely. I could see being friends with her, though I don't think that exactly makes sense considering I'm supposed to be... you know."
"Ah," Marc nodded slowly. "Well, I could see why that would cause a hesitation."
"Yeah," Sinead said. She was 'undercover' using her real first name. To be fair, the connection likely wouldn't even be made, but 'wouldn't likely' wasn't something to bank on.
"Still, you've only ever talked about Jules as someone you spend time with," Marc said. "And you could likely do worse for a new friend."
"Because
your
friendship has gone so awry?" Sinead challenged him a little, smirking and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh,
ma petite rebelle,
" Marc sighed, giving her that damn smile. "
Friends
seems so strong, and yet so weak, to describe us."
Sinead shook her head, still smirking. He wasn't wrong. They really barely knew each other; she couldn't say they were 'dating' or 'seeing each other' really. What they were doing wasn't
romantic
. Well, not in a relationship sense.
But then there was the way he made her
feel...
"Have you found anything out?" Sinead asked quietly, pivoting the conversation. They had stepped away from the bar so they weren't in the thick of things, and she spoke softly but without whispering so that her voice wouldn't sound out of place to anyone else and could just blend into the other conversations in the room.
Marc raised an eyebrow. "More than we already have? No, I don't believe so. There isn't much small talk over the table. Unless you're interested in who seems to be having issues with each other."
Sinead hesitated then shook her head. "Your thoughts on that later would be fine. The real question is what he
does-
"
"Marc," the older woman who was playing at Marc's table said, coming over. Sinead immediately got a sense of fierce personality from her even though she was easily over sixty and walked with a cane. One of the two big Samoan men was standing deferentially behind her and holding her purse. "Please introduce me to this lovely young woman sharing your arm this evening."
Marc smiled, nodding politely and turning a little to gesture to Sinead. "Susan," he said. "This is my companion for the evening, Miss Sinead. Sinead, Susan Steinmeyer, shrewd cardplayer and accomplished businesswoman."
"Flattery," Susan said, rolling her eyes dramatically as she shook hands with Sinead. "Watch yourself with this one, red. He's something of a shark."
"Oh, I know," Sinead said, giving the older woman a smile.
They chatted for a bit, Susan prodding Sinead for a little more information and both her and Marc deftly avoiding giving away too much. Marc didn't hide the fact that he was in Finance and that Victor had invited him since Marc was doing a little contract work for him, but he also didn't disclose any information about it. Sinead had more to dodge, since she couldn't talk about work, so she pivoted to the tried and true method of keeping someone talking about themselves so you didn't have to spill your own secrets.
By the time the break ended they'd learned a bit more about Susan's business, and also been joined by Marc's business associate Gregory Stanhope and his daughter.
"From what I understand, you're something of a maverick, dear," Susan said, patting Andrea's hand and then winking. "Keep it up, I'm sure we'll clash at the final table."
"That suggests I might
not
make it," Marc said with a teasing smile.
"I didn't say you wouldn't be there too,
monsieur,
" Susan said. "Just that I'll enjoy it when the table I'm playing at has a young, fresh face and not yet
another
man."
The players had to get back to their tables, and Sinead ended up wandering back to the bar alongside Gregory. "She's been playing well," Sinead said, not a question.
"She has," Gregory nodded. "Though I'm not so surprised about that. I'm more concerned about her knowing how to play well without raising her opponent's ire. Or picking and choosing her battles."
"Sportsmanship and honour only mean something if everyone values it," Sinead said.
"Too true," Gregory nodded, then glanced at her again as the hostess called for the games to begin again, noting that the Blinds were being raised. "This might be rude to ask," Gregory continued, "But seeing Marc here without Felicity is a little surprising - is there something going on?"
"No," Sinead said, shaking her head. "I- I haven't met her, but as I understand it they have a very special relationship. Marc and I are just friends."
It hurt to say that out loud, she realised.
She just wished she knew what that meant.
Chapter 72
The next round of hands was meant to last two hours, or until all three tables had dropped to three players. The final table of nine would then be formed, following the winner-take-all format. Marc settled in, Sinead having walked him to his spot again, and she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek as her breasts rubbed against the back of his shoulders.
"Good luck," she said quietly.
He smiled softly and turned to look at her, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss her fingers. "I don't need luck," he said. "I already have the prize in hand."
She flushed, just a little, and gave him a little scowl at making such an open statement like that in front of other people. Susan just smirked knowingly from beside Marc, and he noticed a couple of the other players glance at Sinead as she walked away. Glances were fine, glances happened. Glances, in fact, simply made him proud to have her on his arm, as they always had with Felicity - and Felicity wore dresses that showed off
way
more to glance at.
The game got underway, and Marc lost track of time as the hands were dealt and played. He went up a little, then down a little, then down some more as Susan took a chunk out of his holdings. Then he came back up with a strong win that doubled his holdings and knocked the Native man out of the game. He looked frustrated, but took it like a gentleman and even came around to shake Marc's hand.
That left four players at the table - Marc, Susan, the Jamaican gangster, and the swarthy Italian mobster.
One more player would need to get knocked off before they stopped for the final table. Around the room there was light conversation between the guests and the players that were still sticking around, and both other tables were still playing. Rachel, the thin blonde with the tits, was doing her rounds again and Victor was discussing something with the Natives, who seemed to be getting ready to leave. He was sure Sinead would have wanted to listen in on that conversation, but Victor had ushered them closer to the door and the presence of the two big guards would have made it awkward to try and sneak closer.
Three hands later, the first table had come to a conclusion - Gregory's daughter Andrea seemed to have held her own as she, the member of the Hell's Angels that Marc had spoken with before the game, and the baseball player from the Blue Jays were the ones left standing.
Two hands after that, Marc frowned. Not due to his cards, he was sitting on pocket Queens, but rather because the Irishman 'Liam' had approached Sinead again off to the side of the bar. Marc had been mildly keeping track of where the Detective was in the room between hands and he'd seen her speaking with various other guests, 'pressing the flesh' and 'working the room' so to speak. The Irishman had generally been keeping his distance from her since the earlier incident, but Marc noticed him crossing the room with a purpose as he was trying to read the Jamaican across from him. The man crossed to the bar, put in an order, and then stepped away from the bar to approach Sinead, lifting a finger and tugging on the inside of her blouse collar from behind. Sinead spun to face him, one of her hands clenched into a fist, and Marc couldn't see her expression but could tell by her stance she was about ready to slap the man, if not worse.
Marc cleared his throat and looked across the table at the swarthy Italian he was still playing against. "Your guest is making unwanted advances towards my companion again," he said. "Are you going to deal with it appropriately, or am I going to need to do that myself?"
The Italian grimaced, looking past Marc towards where his fellow Calabrian was speaking to someone across the room, then back over his shoulder at the Irishman, as he was smirking down at Sinead and shaking his head, put his hand on Sinead's waist. She pushed him away and the Irishman laughed.
"If you think you can do it yourself, I'd be interested in seeing it," the Italian said. "No consequences from me or my friends, but I won't take any responsibility for what he happens to do you if you decide to try."
"Mm," Marc grunted, tossing his pocket queens in as he folded out of order and stood up. "My apologies for the rudeness," he said to his fellow players, along with a meaningful glance at Susan since she was the only player left he'd actually enjoyed meeting. He signalled to Rachel as he stepped away from the table, and she immediately approached with a frown on her face - she could see from a distance that Marc wasn't out of the game, but he also wasn't supposed to be leaving the table.
Before the blonde could say anything, Marc was moving towards the bar area. "I'll be withdrawing from the game," he said. "With apologies to the host."
"I-" she said, but finally saw what was going on and changed whatever she was going to say. "-Understand."
Sinead had swung her hand up to slap the Irishman but he'd caught her wrist. The Detective looked like she was about to turn that into a judo toss, but Marc got there first and seized the offending man's hand at the wrist in as iron a grip as he could muster. "
Excusez-moi,
" Marc said. "You
will
remove your hand from my companion."
"Or what, y' fruity ponce?" the Irishman chuckled, wrenching his arm back from Marc's grip. "What are you going to do, fight me? You and what army?"
Marc could feel his face had turned to stone as he bored holes into the younger man with his gaze. He was somewhere in his mid-twenties and fit. Difficult to know if he was a gym rat dressed up in his clothes, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.
"I will if you make it necessary," Marc said evenly.
"Marc-" Sinead said, and he could hear the 'it's not necessary' in her tone.
"Buddy, you can't touch a fuckin' hair on my head and you know it," the Irishman smirked savagely.
"Actually, he can," the swarthy Italian called from the poker table. "I already told him so, Liam." The scene had taken the attention of the entire gambling hall.
"You feel like getting your head cracked open like an egg, old man?" Liam said, turning back after his initial surprise. "Winner takes home this sweet little tart."
"She'd tear you to pieces," Marc said, shaking his head. "But sometimes a man is put into a position where he needs to teach someone a lesson."
"Guys, please," Victor said, trying to barge into the conversation. He'd been outside and had come in at some point during the face-off. "This is supposed to be a fun night."
"Downstairs," Liam snarled. "So that when I knock you out standing up, you can fall back onto fuckin' concrete."
Marc looked at Victor. "Fun party," he said dryly.
Chapter 73
"Marc, this is insane," Sinead hissed softly. She was clutching onto Marc's arm tightly even though she was otherwise putting out an air of calm intensity. "We can just fucking
leave.
"
"Ah, we could," Marc sighed. "But then I would have let that man put his hands on you,
ma petite rebelle,
when you didn't want him to."
"I told you I could have handled it myself,' she said.
"And I told you that I knew that was the case, but that you shouldn't need to," Marc replied. They were out on the metal stairs outside the loft that held the gambling hall, walking down into the warehouse proper. The big bouncer woman and the scrawny rat-faced man were watching the parade coming down towards them with interest. Victor was in the lead with Liam and the skinny Italian, trying to work out whatever issue that this whole episode could cause for him or his relationships. Marc and Sinead were next, a few steps behind, followed by several of the guests and other onlookers who hadn't stayed up by the tables.
"Fucking hell," Sinead said, shaking her head. "Fucking
men.
"
Marc stopped at the bottom of the stairs and pulled her aside, away from the others as they headed more towards the centre of the mostly empty warehouse. "Sinead," he said. "This is about your honour, but it's not
just
about your honour. And certainly not my ego. Right now Victor and all of his contacts think I am just another one of his business world contacts, here to gamble away my money as I swim in dangerous waters for the fun of it. By doing this, I may draw the attention and respect of other criminal elements that I can then pass off to your capable hands."
Sinead worked her jaw for a moment, obviously wanting to tell him off but still trying to process the completely new vector of explanation. To be fair, Marc had only really come up with it on their way down to the warehouse floor, but it was a pretty good one.
"Just..." she started, then shook her head. "Do you really think you can take him? Do you even know how to fight?"
Marc sucked in a long, slow breath and then let it out. "I haven't trained nearly as much recently as I wish I might have, but I attained a black belt in karate about a decade and a half ago."
"That's not going to work in a street fight!" Sinead whispered angrily. "Marc-"
"I know," Marc said, taking her by her upper arms and holding her firmly. "I know. This isn't a tournament with rules for points, and respect. I'm not going to fall into that trap."
Someone had thrown a switch and a few banks of lights in the centre of the warehouse came on with a mechanical clank and a hum of power, illuminating the bare concrete.
"Come on, you French fuck," called the Irishman cockily. He'd already stripped off his suit jacket and was rolling up his shirt sleeves.
"What am I supposed to do if you actually get hurt?" Sinead asked sincerely.
"Take me to a hospital," Marc said with a little smirk, trying to keep himself calm. Five minutes ago he was playing poker and it was a fine night. "Here, hold these for me please." He took off the cufflinks from his shirt and handed them to her, then decided to take the shirt off entirely. Not letting the continued jeering from the Irishman rush him, he casually and neatly folded his shirt and handed it to Sinead, leaving him in his slacks and shoes. After a moment he decided to kick off the shoes as well - they were leather-soled dress shoes and were more likely to slip on the concrete than grip.
"You know, going out there completely naked would really establish your dominance," Sinead said, a smirk creeping into her expression.
Marc snorted and then barked a laugh, just thinking about the look on everyone's face if he did that. Instead of stripping down, he slid his arm around Sinead and pulled her close so that he could kiss her firmly. It felt astoundingly heroic to do that, and he left her gasping a little in exasperation as he turned and marched towards the three men in the centre of the warehouse.
"Come on then, you fuckin' geezer," the Irishman called, waving him closer with both hands. His forearms weren't particularly bulky but he was wiry and had some tattoos that had been hidden by his sleeves. His shirt was half unbuttoned, showing off his equally wiry chest. "You fat French
fuck.
When you're out cold on the floor, I'm gonna bend that little fire crotch bitch of yours over and fuck her ass, and she'll be thankin' me for showing her what a real man feels like."
"Marc," Victor said, holding up both hands as he stepped in the way. Everything in his voice said he was apologising for this, but wasn't in a place to stop it.
"It's fine, Victor," Marc said, shifting the man out of the way and looking at the skinny Italian beside the Irishman. "Your compatriot upstairs said I won't face any repercussions for this, other than what
this
is."
The skinny man made a slight face, then frowned and shrugged as he nodded. "Fair enough."
The Irishman glanced at his friend in mild surprise - he certainly seemed to think he was important enough to be protected by whatever honour code his Calabrian friends held to, but Marc had guessed that there was a major difference in the 'no touch' policy Liam had protected himself with and what was actually implemented.
And Marc used that momentary shift in the Irishman's attention to lash out.
He could have punched the man in the face, though other than a strike to break the nose that was generally a bad idea with bare knuckles. He was more likely to break his own hand on Liam's face than do significant enough damage. Marc also didn't kick, though he might have had time to.
Instead, Marc slapped the ever-loving fuck out of the Irishman. It was a full-handed blow, the heel of his palm catching the chin, his palm striking across the cheek, and his fingers wrapping all the way up to the man's temple. The speed of it sent a cracking clap sound through the warehouse, and the force spun Liam half around and staggering to the side. Marc wondered if he might have actually cracked one of the man's teeth, or given him a mild concussion; it hadn't been the most powerful strike he could have made, sacrificing some raw strength for speed, but it had been effective and landed
so
cleanly.
Liam spit and turned back towards Marc, his lips bloody and his expression a rictus of rage. His cheek was already a bright pink-red. He growled and lifted his hands into a boxer's stance, coming at Marc with murderous intent.
Chapter 74
Fighting, real fighting, had two very specific facets to it. You didn't necessarily need to be strong, though it helped. You didn't necessarily need to be skilled, though that helped too.
To win a fight, Marc knew that he needed Will to hurt the man in front of him. That was the first key facet. Many people thought they had that sort of will, but didn't. Others did, but could only manage to do it from a place of advantage, never face to face. Cheap shots, sucker punches. Then they would turn into cowards when confronted directly. There were even some people who were trained and skilled in a martial art to extreme degrees, but all that training was for competition - scoring points. Friendly sparring. When faced with the need to truly
strike
an opponent with the intent to do damage, or to push a limb past its breaking point rather than wait for someone to submit and call 'Uncle,' they folded.
Then there were people like Liam, who
wanted
to make people hurt. Who relished in it, at least a little. Marc had no doubt that Liam had been in enough fights that he wasn't going to simply back down and run like a little dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
Marc did not come across as a violent person to his acquaintances and co-workers. Even his friends wouldn't have thought of him as
violent.
Driven? Certainly. Focused? Absolutely. Determined, undoubtedly.
But there was a power in the
ability
to commit violence. An intoxicating power. One that he had never indulged in this way, but that he knew was there.
Marc was a violent man by consent. Rough sex was a kind of violence. A kind of power, a kind of threat.
BDSM. Sadism - deriving pleasure from causing pain. A simplified definition. Of the four letters involved, it was the third highest on his list when it came to his sex life. But there were other, non-physical forms of sadism. Marc was ruthless in business and took pleasure in that ruthlessness even as he went about his business with a kind of honour. He wasn't intoxicated by hurting his dear Felicity, but he knew the balance of pain could enhance the pleasure for her and he took pleasure from finding and working that balance.
Liam came forward, fists raised in a boxer's stance, his cheek a bright pink from the vicious slap that Marc had applied. The slap would have hurt the man, and Marc was perfectly happy for that to be the case. Almost more importantly, the slap would have embarrassed him. Here they were, fighting in front of a small crowd of criminal elements, in front of one of his bosses if Marc's guess was correct that the skinny Italian man was only junior to the swarthy one upstairs. Marc had
slapped
Liam to open up a fistfight over a woman. It was an insult, even if it had almost as much physical impact as a punch.
Marc stepped back smoothly as Liam advanced, his feet feeling the cement floor through his socks. He almost wished he'd taken the socks off as well and worried about them slipping.
The second key factor to fighting, other than Will, was understanding spacing.
How far from him to the opponent? How much reach did either of them have? Where was it dangerous to be, where was it safe to move to? But not only the spacing between the two men but also the space around them. Was anything going to get in the way? What were the environmental factors?
What was stored in those mysterious boxes at the other end of the warehouse?
Two children fighting in the schoolyard often simply clashed together in a flail of limbs. No skill, no sense of spacing. A professional fight broadcast on television could be considered a chess match comparatively as two highly skilled and trained fighters traded blows as they sought an advantage in their spacing. Eventually, one would find that advantage and land a devastating blow, or 'shoot in' and attempt to take their opponent down into a grappling scenario by closing the distance at the right time.
Marc didn't know what sort of skills Liam had beyond raw experience and a decent idea of a boxer's stance, hands up to protect the face and light on his feet with knees slightly bent. Putting the man off kilter emotionally with the slap gave Marc some hints, though.
Liam snarled as he darted forward, chasing Marc as he backpedalled. Liam lunged, and Marc dodged the straight, controlled jab. Maybe, if Marc had been some sort of Wing Chun master, he could have deflected the blow and traded a few of his own - but Marc wasn't a master, despite his black belt, and he knew it. Mastery took years and constant practice. And his practice was in Karate, not Wing Chun, anyway.
"Come on!" Liam snarled, pushing closer again.
Marc feinted another slide backwards and Liam came on, giving Marc the chance to plant one strong snap punch into the other man's gut. Hitting the Irishman was
hard,
he was built strong, but Marc's knuckles were harder than his tight abs and he'd put his full weight behind the punch.
Liam grunted and snarled, lashing out with a one-two-three combo of his own. Marc managed to turn the first blow into a glancing one off his shoulder, dodged the second and took the third in his own stomach. That last one made him lose his breath, but the spacing meant that the two men were close to each other. Liam raised a fist, probably intending to bring it down on a hammer strike on the back of Marc's head or neck, but Marc - slightly bent over from the stomach blow - reacted faster and punched using his second knuckles into the ligaments just over Liam's right kneecap.
The Irishman shouted in pain, losing his balance as his leg gave out, his blow landing in the middle of Marc's upper back ineffectively as he fell to the side and away. Marc took the opportunity to step back, his shoulder aching and his stomach on fire. Unfortunately, out of practice as he was, the blow that could have done permanent damage to Liam's leg hadn't landed perfectly, or with the power necessary to do so. Liam rolled away, staggering up to one knee as he panicked momentarily that Marc would follow up swiftly, then snarling and getting to his feet when he realised Marc had backed away.
Liam was limping now, his knee not wanting to take much weight.
"So you know how to fight," Liam snarled. "What was that, aikido or something? There's a reason why no one respects that shit, you slimy frog."
Marc backed away some more, making Liam follow. "Karate, actually," Marc said, his voice even compared to Liam's anger. There was shouting from the men and women who had come down to watch, and they were following at a distance as the fight moved through the warehouse.
"Let me guess, you learned from some Mr Miayagi old fu-"
Marc interrupted Liam by stepping forward instead of back and snapping a front kick at the man. He managed to block it with his elbows but was rocked back, grunting in pain as his leg protested.
"Just an old Frenchman who learned from an old Japanese man," Marc grunted as he backpedalled again.
"Fucking French," Liam grunted and lunged forward again, this time trying to grab Marc. Maybe Liam actually did know something about Karate, because the martial art was criticised for devaluing grappling and throws.
The thing about lunging with a busted-up leg, however, was that Liam didn't really have as much manoeuvrability as he should have. Marc sidestepped to the right and back, circling slightly, and came around in a sidekick that was
definitely
going to hurt in his groin the next day. It caught Liam in the shoulder, not a particularly great place to kick a man when trying to do damage, but that wasn't the point. It sent Liam sprawling sideways.
Directly into the mysterious crates.
He hit them and they fell over like dominos, but none of them broke.
Marc seized the opportunity and did something that his Master would have told him he was an absolute idiot for trying. He took a step forward and jumped, his knee travelling directly towards Liam's chest as the man sprawled against the crates and scrambled to try and find his footing.
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Welcome Home. Can Dad Have a Taste
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/welcome-home-can-dad-have-a-taste
| 4.31 | null |
Gay Male
|
I was proud of all 10 of my creations, but Carvin, the youngest of the crew, was the brightest of them all by joining the U.S. Marines.
Carvin was a struggle from the womb, for his mother and I conceived him by accident, then he in turn came four months prior to his slated arrival. I already hated Myra for we were just a flash in the pan, but showed love when she bore our son, my final, and her third. I being on the road didn't help matters over the years, for Carvin needed a male role model, but I would keep in contact, and ensured my kids never needed for anything. He went through his preteen years as quite the rebel, and I eventually took belt to ass whenever I came in town, to where he'd finally straighten up. High school came, and he was the exceptional athlete and even better student, lettering in football, track and baseball, and carrying a 4.0 grade point average throughout his four years. My boy wanted to be a lawyer, and was accepted to numerous colleges, but something came over him to where he decided he wanted to join the military.
"Ma, daddy, I'm going to the Marines," he told us three weeks before graduation.
It came as a complete surprise as he sat us down at Fuddruckers, his favorite restaurant to break the news he wouldn't attend college. She of course was furious, but I saw it as another window of opportunity for my youngest boy to excel, and she would eventually come around as he was heading to boot camp three weeks after graduation. He'd leave us on a sweltering Sunday, and conquered boot camp to where eight weeks later, we were witnessing our honor graduate receive "flowers." I hugged my boy and noticed a change in him, and not necessarily a bad one, but a change I couldn't put my finger on. He finished training and would swiftly be shuttled to Camp Pendleton to school, and his eventual duty station. Three months later he was on leave, flying from San Diego to Norfolk where his mother and I would meet him, and notice how he packed on pounds of muscle, and was a bit more humble.
"Is this the same mouthy, snot nosed kid I raised," I told him one day when he was home.
"It ain't daddy, but I'm the same boy who still likes to ride in the passenger seat," he said of our old times.
None of my other nine kids liked to ride with me in the truck, but Carvin, the toughest of them all, lived to the chance. He took leave specifically so he could spend time with me and Myra, but more so me for he knew he could ride in the Peterbilt.
"Daddy you two got me for two weeks," he said as Myra and I agreed to split the time.
I got him a safety vest, and he rode with me on a Sunday night to pick up my trailer in Virginia Beach before heading for Memphis, Tennessee. Three hours into the ride, he retreated to my large bunk area, and snored while I traveled across I-64, heading for I-81 South. It was odd hearing another grown man in the truck with me, and more crazy to see that same guy in the passenger seat. It was my son, but his frame was much more intense than before as he claimed to hit the gym six days out of the week. His arm muscles were surely bigger than mine, and his height had me questioning Myra as if someone else fathered him. His constant determination nixed that latter notion, for I, too, would be driven whenever I had a goal in mind. I got the to the Virginia-Tennessee state line on I-81, and pulled over at a Love's as I was about to run out of hours, and needed rest. Carvin didn't budge as I shut off the engine at the fuel pump, then walked inside to use the restroom, and grab snacks for the remainder of the trip. I fueled up, and parked in a good spot before retreating for the night, choosing to take the top bunk to quietly watch porn. I popped open my Hennessey to enhance the moment.
"Hey dad, whatchudoing," he asked as he awoke.
I was in the middle of watching a spit roast of a white girl, tucked between two, muscular black men. I acted as if I was asleep, pretend snoring while turning down the volume of my phone.
"Daddy, you can't be beating your dick," he said.
I warned him to watch his mouth.
"Dad, you're masturbating in the presence of your son," he replied.
He was right, and there was no way I could go against his words for I would've been contradictory. I reexamined what was happening as I was so close, and ended up turning off the video, and pulling my underwear up before I fell asleep. I'd get up hours later in the wee hours of the morning, wondering if I should've hit the road, or rested more. I got up and washed my face while being greeted by the sound of my son snoring yet again. This time he had the curtain closed, and I figured he needed privacy from the lights of the yard, until I opened his curtain to see something else.
I saw one of the guys who was fucking in the video. My boy had his pants and underwear off, and dick in hand while he, too, was watching a video. I saw the lotion nearby, and it appeared he didn't quite finish before falling asleep. It happened to the best of us, and all I wanted to do was see the monster I created at full throttle. He'd turn over to look at me and became startled. I assured him it was okay what he did, and actually wouldn't mind seeing him finish.
"Excuse me," he said.
I repeated what I said with a chuckle, then began rubbing his left, inner thigh to get it erect again. He wouldn't move my hand away for he was confused initially, but then I rubbed his balls, and kept my eyes locked on his to show that I was serious.
"We can't be doing this, daddy," he said as it finally hit me what changed about him.
Carvin had "girl friends" he brought home, but never seemed intimate with. They were just as boisterous as has normal buddies, as I never him give a smooch, or grab an ass when they were in my presence. I looked down at Carvin's pecker to see it harden, and I was a proud papa for he carried a more massive stick than his father. I kept rubbing those balls, and he leaned over to pull down at my pants to see my soft cock flop out.
"You sure," I asked as he put his lips to it.
He showed he came of age as he slowly engulfed my cock in his spit, and squeezed with his lips as if he was experienced. Maybe I was still a little tipsy, or just turned on from seeing my son, whose body mimicked the porn stars. I sucked a little cock on the side from time to time after years of busting down women, and apparently it was a trait passed to my son.
"Damn boy," I whimpered as he gave some mean head, to the point where I was rubbing my own nipples.
Carvin had me weaving my hips back and forth as I fucked his throat like some lot lizard. He moaned in that deep voice, and even put his hands on my ass as he gave his old man the blowjob of a lifetime. Perhaps this was the reason we were so close, but then I got briefly sickened at the thought of either of us having a thing for each other years prior. I loved my kids in a different way, not in this manner of sexual where we'd cross lines heartily. Carvin however wasn't just my son, at least not at the moment as much as he was my trick. I kept fucking that throat, and not once did he indicate he wanted me to stop.
"You gon' get this nut if you let me keep this up," I told him.
Carvin had a no-gag reflex as I annihilated his esophagus, just jamming his mouth while my bush hairs tickled his nose. I rummaged even harder as I got close, and Carvin not once pulled away before I blasted off my load down his throat. I thought to myself "my son is eating my other babies," and got grossed out for a second, while he wiped his lips.
"How long you been sucking dick," I asked.
"Since the first night of boot camp," he told me to put me in shock.
We wiped our minds of this impromptu moment hours later when I was back on the road. We made it to Memphis, and scored a round trip out of nearby Brownsville, for Portsmouth, Virginia. We laughed, giggled, and joked about other things like a son and father do, and once we made it back to Virginia Beach, I let him go with his mother.
Carvin was longer a boy, or my boy, but rather "my boi."
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"bear",
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"cum",
"incest"
] |
His Slave Wife Never Sees The Men
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/his-slave-wife-never-sees-the-men
| 4.45 | null |
BDSM
|
My greatest fantasy has always been the hotwife, the slutty wife who has sex with others with her spouse's consent and often participation. I had met several couples who shared this proclivity and had enjoyed being the second man in some amazing threesomes. Along the way I had discovered the fluid nature of my own sexuality, interactions among all three in the ménage heightening the erotic exhilaration. I had yet to meet, however, a couple in which the submissive slut wife served others at her dominant husband's direction.
I connected with a guy online who had a young wife that he liked to share with other men in a master/slave relationship. This fascinated and aroused me, and we corresponded for some time as I learned about their arrangement. They seemed like ordinary folks, but with a strong kink that they shared. We arranged to meet one evening in a public place, see how things went, then proceed if all agreed. He had a few rules: I would never know her name, she would never know mine, would never see me, being blindfolded the entire time, and no kissing on the mouth. He and I met in the parking lot of a big box electronics store, we talked for a while, and it went very well. He told me that she was in the store and invited me to go in and check her out to see what I thought. As she mustn't know who I was, I was to remain anonymous. I asked how I would recognize her, and he said, "You won't have any problem!"
I went into the store and walked up and down a few aisles before spotting her...the husband was right! She was a very tall, slender Asian woman, mid-twenties, with black, straight hair down her back. She was wearing dark sunglasses and had on a black vinyl trench coat that came to mid-calf. Her shapely legs wore dark hose with black stiletto heels. She was, frankly, strikingly lovely; I was intrigued and aroused by her exotic beauty and covert sexuality. Mindful of his rule, I remained at a distance and kept stealing glances at her as she browsed videos.
As there were a half-dozen other people in the aisle, I boldly walked up and browsed alongside her. She smelled wonderful. After a few minutes, I left the store and re-joined her husband outside. We agreed to proceed immediately; he called her and she soon came walking out to their minivan. I followed them a few blocks to a commercial business park. It was dark outside and most of the businesses were closed; we parked at the end of a row of buildings. The only activity was a busy truck loading dock at the other end of the row. He texted me that they were ready for me.
I approached the passenger side of their van and he helped her out. She has been blindfolded. He asked what I thought of his slave and I responded that she was beautiful, exquisite, extremely desirable and alluring. He invited me to open her trench coat...I undid the belt and pulled it open. She wore a transparent black lace bra, a garter belt holding up sheer stockings, and was otherwise naked. He invited me to touch her, and I started running a hand up and down her smooth body. She gasped and started to breathe a bit raggedly. I caressed her breast and her nipples hardened marvelously; I grasped one through the sheer fabric and rolled it gently between my thumb and fingers, and she gave a little whimper. I ran my hand down her flat belly, then squatted, running my hands up and down her legs...her toned calves, slender ankles, and her creamy thighs.
I inspected her lovely pussy closely, seeing shaved labia and a beautiful dark landing strip. I stood again and ran my hand gently over her mound, curling my fingers around her labia and lightly running a finger ever so slightly between her outer lips...she was hot and extremely wet. I told him how impressed and pleased I was, how arousing she was, and continued fondling her for a few more minutes as she stood there, her chest heaving with breath. He asked me to take her coat off and I did, tossing it through the open passenger window, and I unclasped her bra and pulled it open, running both hands over her small, perfect breasts. The dark nipples stood up eagerly, and I slid the brassiere off her arms and tossed it into the car. I instructed her to turn around, which she did. I ran my hand down the curve of her spine and spent some time fondling her lovely, tight ass. She stood motionless. "She's perfect," I told him. I was tingling with anticipation.
He slid the side door of the minivan open and I saw that the middle row seat had been removed, leaving only the third-row bench seat. He helped her climb into the van and she sat in the middle of the seat. He reached behind the seat and pulled out two leather restraints attached to straps; these were placed around each wrist and the straps pulled to open her arms wide. She sat, naked but for her garter belt, stockings and heels, her arms spread wide, her long legs slightly parted, showing her pouting little pussy lips. He suggested that it was our turn to disrobe, and we both quickly got naked. My hands were shaking with excitement.
Part of our pre-meeting communication had involved his desire to take their play to a new level to include some bi action, so I was not surprised when he reached out and started to fondle my cock, complimenting me on it. His own moderately-sized cock began to swell, and I reciprocated, grasping it lightly and stroking him. We were soon both completely hard, and I sat on the seat next to her while he knelt before me. He leaned in and ran his tongue around the head of my cock while I placed a hand between his wife's legs, which reflexively spread open. He started to take more of my hard cock into his mouth as I stroked lightly up and down her moist slit, avoiding the little nub of her clit for now.
After a few minutes of this, I turned to her and said, "Your master is sucking my hard cock, preparing it for you." With that, I pressed firmly against her hard little clit, and she moaned heavily. After a time we exchanged places, him sitting on the seat while I bent over to take him into my mouth. He just stared for a long time, marveling at it, saying, "wow...oh yes...mmmm." We took turns sucking one another for a while, me telling her how much I looked forward to seeing these two cocks fucking her. I continued to stroke her soft, seductive body, pinching her perfect little nipples, running my hands along her long legs...I was really enjoying how exotic and novel this was. With each twist of a nipple or exploration of her moist labial folds she would moan and whimper, would writhe and tug against her bonds, but remained wordless as I caressed her and her husband and I carried on sucking one another.
He suggested that I might like to taste her, and I eagerly knelt between her smooth, stockinged legs. I leaned in and spread her labia, admiring her glistening pink folds for a few moments before running my tongue up and down her juicy slit. She smelled heavenly of musk and freshness, and was soon panting and whimpering as I laved attention up and down her smooth cunt. I was intoxicated by her wonderful smell and taste, and sucked hungrily at her, soaking my entire face. She hunched her hips forward to the edge of the seat with a whimper, and I fluttered my tongue over her asshole before inserting it deeply into her vagina, sucking in her copious secretions before swirling the flat of my tongue on her erect little clit. Her husband was kneeling beside me, watching closely as I licked and sucked eagerly on his wife's perfect pussy, he stroking my now-dripping cock with one of his hands, stroking himself with the other.
After a deliriously wonderful session of cunnilingus, he asked if I was ready to fuck her. I retrieved my pants and, with trembling hands, unrolled a condom onto my throbbing cock. While I was doing this, he reclined the back of the seat so that it became more of a bed than a chair. He unfastened the straps from her wrist restraints and fastened them together behind her back. She sprawled back diagonally on the seat, bound wrists awkwardly behind her lower back, which shoved her pelvis forward, her long legs spread lewdly apart. It was a challenging position but lust prevailed, and I slowly started to push my engorged cockhead into her beautiful, eager cunt.
After teasing her a bit with some gentle pressure from my cockhead, I started pressing forward to enjoy the sensation of her pussy stretching to accommodate my size. She moaned continuously now as I started slowly thrusting my hips, pumping in and out. Her wet cunt took my cock easily and she thrust her pelvis against me. I leaned forward and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard on it and lightly biting, eliciting a groan. I eagerly thrust in and out of his wife as the husband lightly ran his hand over my ass, occasionally fondling my balls. It was by far the hottest, most wild thing I had ever done, and I was incredibly aroused. I can normally fuck for some time before achieving orgasm, but now, even with the condom, within five minutes I felt the familiar tingling.
I withdrew and he took my place, shoving his naked cock into his wife's just-fucked pussy, calling her a slut and a whore, noting how wet she had become for this stranger's cock, the hard cock of a man she'd never met. I lost track of time as we went back and forth, taking turns fucking this restrained slut who was whimpering, moaning, panting, and hunching her pelvis frantically forward to meet our thrusts. When the time seemed right (and my knees were screaming in protest), I announced my orgasm and he grasped my ass firmly just as I started pumping frantically into his wife, slamming our soaking-wet genitals madly together. It was one of the most mind-blowing, head to toe orgasms of my life!
After a few moments of panting and dripping sweat on her, I rocked back away from her and removed the sagging condom. He invited me to suck him again and I took his engorged cock into my mouth and gave it my best effort, pistoning up and down, swirling my tongue round his flared head, and jacking him with my hand. He soon announced his own orgasm and pulled out of my mouth, jerking his cock to spray his copious load of cum in spurt after spurt over his wife's perfect little breasts. He used his fingers to scoop up the gobs of cum running down her heaving chest and fed it to her...she groaned and sucked hungrily at his cum-covered fingers. When it was all wiped up off her chest and greedily devoured, he sat her up and helped her out of the van and she stood, a bit unsteady and wobbling on her stilettos, naked before me, wrists still bound behind her back.
I took her in my arms and held her tightly against me, steadying her, our naked, sticky bodies pressed together, and I stroked my hands up and down her back and her perfect ass as I licked the side of her neck. I told her how much I enjoyed her eager, hungry little cunt, and told her husband that he had a beautiful slut. I asked him (as it was now clear that she wouldn't speak to me) whether she had had an orgasm yet...with all the moaning and whimpering, I wasn't sure and was curious. He said that it wasn't normally expected that she would be allowed to cum when taken by a stranger, and I expressed mild disappointment, suggesting that her obedient behavior might have earned her a reward.
He asked if I wanted to see her cum and I replied that I always wanted my play partner to enjoy as much pleasure as possible. He went into the van and produced a cordless vibrating wand, like a Hitachi Magic Wand but battery-powered, and handed it to me. "She's your slave tonight, she'll do what you tell her," he said. I released the clip fastening her wrist restraints together, took her hand and led her around to the front fender before backing her against it. She gasped as her delicious ass pressed against the cool metal.
After running my fingers up and down her drooling slit for a few moments, I again pressed my naked body against hers, pinning her up against the van and nuzzling her long neck. I switched on the wand and brought it up between her legs, which immediately opened to receive it. I pressed it firmly against her erect clitoris and held it there, murmuring in her ear what a good little slut she had been, asking if she had liked serving as a stranger's fuck-toy, letting a strange man tongue her slutty cunt, shove his cock into her greedy married pussy.
She immediately started moaning deeply and shaking, still not answering me but almost forming incoherent words as her head rolled back. She started a deep growl and her body tensed and trembled, her head fell forward over my shoulder and she shook uncontrollably and started grunting out the first words I had heard from her: "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" With a final paroxysmal cry, her knees buckled and I quickly passed the still-buzzing wand to her husband as I used my body to pin her against the fender, both arms encircling her shaking body to support her. She continued to tremble in my arms as she whimpered and cooed, recovering from her shattering orgasm.
Her husband wrapped the trench coat around her and helped her into the front seat, the blindfold never having been removed. We both got dressed as we spoke about how great the meeting had been, how much we'd both enjoyed it. We shook hands warmly as we said goodnight. I leaned through the passenger window and kissed his wife lightly on the cheek, telling her how much I enjoyed meeting her and how much I looked forward to seeing her again...there was no answer from her other than a deep sigh as she sat slumped in the front seat. I would go on to enjoy more erotic adventures with this sexy couple, but that first meeting was by far the most wild, kinky thing I've ever done.
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"hotwife",
"stranger",
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"anonymous",
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"mmf"
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A Father's Arrogance Ch. 09
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-fathers-arrogance-ch-09
| 4.77 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.
All characters in sexual encounters are eighteen years of age or older.
Summer break was coming to an end, and we had ten days left before school started back. It had taken a couple of weeks for Nadia to be able to get up and walk around without hurting. When she did start to get around, she fell in with the other ladies in my pack, and they made sure that I added her and Rebecca. And because of that, we no longer had a bed; instead, it was more like what you would see if I were a sultan and the room was covered in big pillows and basically one big sleeping area, with me in the center and my pack sleeping around me.
Ophelia had her breast implants removed, and to be honest with you, her boobs looked the same to me. GG, Maureen, Aleza, and Ophelia all confirmed they were pregnant, which both excited and scared the hell out of me. Kenz and Tris had become inseparable from each other and from me. The twins were almost as bad, but they spent a good bit of time with their mother as well. Ophelia had merged our two companies into one, into Trident LLC. I was named CEO but stayed in the shadows, while Ophelia took the COO title and was the face of the company. Liam went back to being chief legal advisor and was much happier because of it.
AJ and Tess quit being cops and handled all our security needs along with Marci. Rebecca was our in-house medical person; she was a nurse practitioner, after all. Everyone else had a job at our company, from ads to sales. Nadia was a master at advertising, and Kenz, Triss, Andi, and Dani were all over the social media and internet stuff. The ladies want me to hire Nora as our CFO, but I think they have ulterior motives. After the merger, we were able to drop the price of groceries by thirty-three percent because we did all the shipping for ourselves. Correspondingly, our sales at the stores increased by three hundred percent, which turned into higher pay for the employees.
Aleza's, Nadia's, Maureen's, and my old house were cleaned up and set to be rented to people who worked for us. Today we were all home around noon, which lately has been an oddity. We were home because today Kayleigh was coming home from her summer with her dad, and Kelcey was a ball of nerves. We had all made it a point to be home to support Kelcey in case Kayleigh went all ballistic on her. The confidence of Kayleigh going nuclear wasn't all that high, but it wasn't zero either.
At three-thirty p.m., Kayleigh arrived, and the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Kelcy, GG, and I walked out to meet her, and when she got out of her bright pink Jetta, she walked over to her mom and GG. I was relegated to bag boy, so I had bags strapped around my neck, on my shoulders, and in my hands, and I still needed to make three trips to get all her bags inside the house. How she got so much shit packed into a Jetta was beyond me, so with all the bags out of her car, she, her mom, and GG followed me into the house this time.
The front door had no sooner closed than I heard what could only be described as a shrill come from behind me. Kayleigh ran past me towards the spot where Andi, Dani, Kenz, and Triss were all standing. When she made it over to them, they all jumped up and down, making the shrill again. Their jumping made their taut teen bodies do some very distracting things, things I was currently watching.
I felt myself get lighter as someone removed the bags from my shoulders and hands. I broke my gaze to see AJ and Tess taking the bags from me, and I could have sworn that I heard AJ say, "Not gay, he's definitely not gay," under her breath. When I turned back to look in the girls's direction, they were all topless. I watched Kayleigh turn as if she were in slow motion towards me, and I burned the image of her bare breasts into my memory. They were beautiful; her areolas and nipples were rose pink, with her nipples being the size of small marshmallows.
I was broken out of my reverie when Kayleigh jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and saying, "When can I get my trident?" giving me a sultry look, kissing me on the tip of my nose, and putting her feet back on the floor. She turned to walk away, leaving me stunned, as well as her mom and GG. Titania was standing behind her watching the scene play out when, out of nowhere, Kayleigh grabbed her by the face and pulled her into a soul-sucking kiss that seemed to make Titania levitate.
"Can I keep her?" Kayleigh asked as she broke the kiss.
"No, but I'll share," I told her.
Kayleigh took Titania's hand and began to walk up the stairs. "Are you coming or not, big boy?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder at me.
"Yep, on my way!" I said, closing the distance between us in a couple of steps.
When I caught up to them, I wrapped my arms around their waists, and we made our way to the bedroom.
"This room is beautiful! Kayleigh said, looking around the room. "I also have an admission to make to you," she said, turning to look me in the eyes. "I have been in love with you for a very long time, and when Kenz told me about what was going on, I couldn't wait to get back to you and give myself to you," she said, now looking at the floor.
"I always thought you hated me," I said to her.
"No, never! I hated myself for loving you, but I could never hate you."
"I've always loved you too, just as I do Kenz," I said, pulling her into a hug.
"I must tell you I am a virgin, in a sense, in that I've never been with anyone, but I don't have a hymen. A girl's got to relieve the pent-up horniness somehow when she can't have the one, she wants," she said, pulling me into a kiss.
Kayleigh pulled my shirt over my head and rubbed her hands from my chest to my pants, where she began to unfasten them. Once my pants were unfastened and unzipped, she put her hands on either side of my hips and pulled them down. She took care in having me step out of them, then threw them to the side, and focused on my boxers. She tugged my boxers down, freeing my now very erect and throbbing cock. "Oh, that's nice," she said as she kissed the tip.
It was a good thing for me that I had a houseful of women that pushed my buttons in the exact same way; otherwise, Kayleigh would have my cum all over her face right now. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth and began to suck me. She wasn't very skilled, but she was willing, and that said a lot. She was giving me her all. I could see the tears making her mascara run down her cheeks, making herself gag to prove that she was where she wanted to be and that she would do whatever it took to please me, never losing eye contact with me.
I pulled out of her mouth and picked her up into my arms, kissing her to convey my love for her. I walked us over to the center of the room and stood her back on her feet so I could finish taking her clothes off. Somewhere along the way Titania had stripped and was now helping me with Kayleigh's shorts. To say her body was anything less than amazing was a lie, and you should get your lower lip stapled to your forehead for such blasphemy. She was lightly tanned, without a tan line in sight, and I was close enough to notice.
I laid her down, straddled her, and began kissing my way down her body. The small gasps and the trembles of her body let me know she was enjoying what I was doing, and when I got to her nipples, I blew on them ever so lightly, causing them to become harder and raise goose bumps on her skin, eliciting a moan from her. I spent enough time to claim each nipple and then continued to slowly move further down her body, planting kisses as one would plant a flag on conquered soil. When I got to her bellybutton, Titania moved in and took over with her boobs. I found out she was extremely ticklish, something I noted for a later time. I moved to what I really wanted to claim as mine, and she eagerly spread her legs for me.
Kayleigh had a small tuft of black hair just above her clit. I gave it a slight pull and exposed her clit. I gave her a nice full lick from her taint to her clit, giving her the first orgasm from me. The taste of Kayleigh's nectar was sweet and tangy and an absolute ambrosia to me. I spent my good ole' time licking her outer labia, making sure not to leave any trace of her juices. I opened her up with my tongue and licked through the folds and was rewarded with more nectar. I inserted my index finger into her and was she ever hot and wet. I found her G-spot and caressed it until she had a massive orgasm, making her legs snap shut. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to her face.
Kayleigh and Titania cleaned my face. Titania moved down and took hold of my cock and lined me up with Kayleigh and then moved back up and lay next to Kayleigh.
"Claim what has always been yours," Kayleigh said as she pulled me into a kiss.
I started to push into her, slow and deliberate, stretching her with my girth ever so slowly as I continued. She was having none of that, though, as she placed her feet just below my ass on my upper thighs and pulled me into her as she thrust her hips up to meet me. She caused me to sink half my cock into her in that one motion, garnering a grunt from us both. Biting her lower lip and nodding, she so much as told me to continue the way she had just set, and that's what I did.
Kayleigh moved her legs to my waist and locked her feet together as I began to thrust into her just as she wanted and was rewarded with her having a squirting orgasm. With that orgasm, it allowed me to bottom out, striking her cervix. The orgasm that produced had her arching her back and squeezing me so hard with her legs I thought she might break one of my ribs. I was trying to get her legs from around my waist, which caused me to push a little deeper into her.
Kayleigh screamed out and squeezed me tighter and locked me up. Titania saw that I was desperately trying to unhook Kayleigh's legs from around me and started helping me. Titania was able to finally break me free from the death vices that were wrapped around me. I was able to breathe easier now. I rolled over so that Kayleigh was lying on my chest and couldn't wrap her legs back around me. She lay motionless for several minutes, still holding me locked in place inside her.
Our eyes met, and she had a smile of contentment on her face. She sat up and tried to move and couldn't, because she hadn't released me yet.
"Why can't I move?" she asked.
"We are locked together and are now bonded as one forever," I told her.
She looked over to Titania, who was nodding her head, confirming what I had just told her.
"You are now all his and his alone," Titania told Kayleigh.
As soon as Kayleigh released me, she began to slam herself down on me and said, "I want to feel this for a couple of days."
That was until she locked me up again in another screaming orgasm, setting my orgasm off as well. This time I watched as Kayleigh's eyes rolled back in her head and she made an "Eeeppp" sound and went limp, falling forward onto my chest again. We lay there with me rubbing her back and Titania lying with her head next to mine on the pillow, also rubbing Kayleigh's back.
"Has she released you yet?" Titania asked.
"No, her muscles are rhythmically gripping me."
"She really wants all of your cum, doesn't she?" she asked.
"I think so."
"I could lay here for the rest of the night," Kayleigh said when she woke up.
"Yeah, but I need to get you your trident," Titania told her.
Kayleigh kissed me and tried to get off me but couldn't. "I'm kind of stuck on him again," she said, laying back down on my chest.
"Like mother, like daughter," Titania said, laughing.
"What does she mean?" Kayleigh asked.
"Your mom took a while to let go too," I told her.
When she was free to move off me, she was out the door with Titania to get her trident. I lay there for a few more minutes before getting up, taking a shower, and going downstairs. Everyone was back to their standard style of dress, nude, except those cooking; then they wore their aprons. I was amazed at all the beautiful women that I had been blessed with, and I'm very grateful for that.
I retreated to my granddad's study and finally went through some paperwork. I had lost track of time and was pleasantly surprised when Kayleigh came in and showed off her trident and tattoos. You would think she had won the lottery the way she was acting. She came over, sat in my lap, laid her head on my shoulder, and quietly sat there while I went through Granddad's desk. In one of the drawers there was a key, one that I think goes to the safe in the corner of the room. Sure enough, the key did open the safe and inside was a wax-sealed letter addressed to Kelly (GG) and Aleza, some money, and Grandad's watch.
I called for GG and Aleza to come to the study, and when they got there, I gave them the envelope as they pulled some chairs next to each other and opened the envelope. They sat there reading in silence, with tears running down their cheeks and smiles on their faces. I hadn't noticed that Kayleigh had fallen asleep, and when I leaned back in the chair, it caused her to startle and jump. Aleza and GG got up out of their chairs when they had finished reading the letter, and they walked over to the desk, took Grandad's lighter, and lit the envelope and letter on fire, dumping it into the wastebasket.
Aleza and GG looked at each other, and with a nod from GG, Aleza turned and walked over to the bookshelf. She moved a couple of books that exposed a hidden safe and opened the safe, taking out two envelopes. Aleza walked back over to the desk and handed me one of the envelopes. GG and Aleza came around the desk and each kissed me, which woke up Kayleigh, and then they all left the study, closing the door behind them. I opened the envelope and began to read Granddad's letter to me.
I'll skip the "if you're reading this letter" bit and just get to it. "I've given everything to you, with some stipulations, of course. You must take care of your sister, Kenzie, above all. I want you to take care of two others that are very special to me: Kelly, your GG, and Aleza Lambert. We had a unique relationship, and I want them to be taken care of, if you can find it in your heart to grant me that. Your sperm donor gets nothing; he's a horrid person, and I can't believe he came from me and your grandmother; God rest our souls. You might want to take care of Kimberly as well; she has stuck with Hank so that you had someone around to protect you from him. I'm pretty sure he's the reason I'm not around for you and your sister any longer. Speak with Liam at the office; he'll know what needs to be done with everything. I know I'm being followed. I have seen the same beautiful blonde woman in too many places that I have never seen her before, so keep your eyes open. Mike will be a good person to go to for any help; he's always liked you and considered you a son. Remember, everything is yours, unless you decide to share with your sister, which I hope you do, because she's been in love with you since you were babies. Take care of yourself, Grandson, and don't let Hank try any bullshit with you, because he's a snake and will do anything to get the company."
It was signed, "Much love, Granddad."
I too had tears in my eyes and a smile on my face. I read the letter again and started to laugh. GG and Aleza came in and sat, one on one knee and one on the other. "The part about taking care of us, does it make you laugh?" GG asked.
"Just a little. I don't think he meant it in the way I am taking care of you three, but I am taking care of you, regardless of how it was meant," I said with a chuckle.
Both GG and Aleza started to laugh and rub their bellies, which made me laugh much harder. I hadn't seen it, but Kenz had a letter too, and when she came to the study, she told me that in her letter she was told that if I turned out to be like Hank and didn't do as I was asked, she was to then tell Liam, then he would give her the company and boot me out on my ass. That made everyone in the study laugh as well. Luckily for us all, that would never happen; I had added everyone in the pack as owners of Trident LLC.
For dinner we had chicken and dumplings, homemade buttered bread, and ice-cold whole milk. When we were done, there was nothing left, which caused us all to complain about overeating and how full we were. That was until Maureen set the banana pudding on the table, and everyone shut up and dug in. Now we were overstuffed and in need of a nap, but it was close to bedtime, so we chose to call it an early night. The others let Kayleigh snuggle up to me, and she did for a while but migrated over to Titania during the night.
When I woke up, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, but I was the only one in the room. I got up and took a piss, then went in search of the ladies. When I found them, they were deep into what looked like naked yoga out by the pool, being led by Kayleigh. I stood there admiring the view, seeing nineteen very beautiful women, with eighteen of them with their asses pointed in my direction. Knowing they were all mine made my chest puff out and my smile and something else grow.
I went and made myself useful by making breakfast. I was just about done when they came in like a swarm of locusts and cleared the table of the food that was on it in a matter of seconds. I turned around to see they were at the table waiting on me to put more food down. I cooked for three hours; it was a good thing we had scheduled our grocery delivery for tomorrow; otherwise, we would be spending a few hours shopping. Ophelia had set it up so that we got all our groceries and other needs for the house delivered to us by truck instead of us going to the store.
We were cleaning up after breakfast when we got a notification from Marci that there was a truck at the gate. "No scheduled deliveries for today," Ophelia called out.
Everyone went to their safe areas and got ready for what we had been expecting, because the contract was still active on GG, Kenz, and me. GG and the mothers-to-be, along with Kenz, took Kayleigh with them to the new safe room. Kenz filled Kayleigh in on what was going on while they were on the way. The rest of us took up our positions and had Marci direct the truck to the old loading dock, now a trap for would-be assassins. The truck pulled around like it was directed to, and once it was backed in, all avenues of escape would be blocked, and the fun would begin.
"There are fifteen individuals in the back of the truck plus the two in front," Marci informed us.
The truck backed in, and all doors were shut and locked. Then the aerosolized CS and OC were deployed, the heat in the room was increased to one hundred fifteen degrees, and the anti-personnel sonic alarms were set off; the sounds they produced would make you shit yourself and puke at the same time. It didn't matter if you had earplugs in or not; you were going to feel it. Along with the sonic alarm, 'Vengeance' by Zack Hemsey was played at an incredible volume.
"Mike and the ERT are five minutes out," Marci informed us.
One of the shitheads tried to use an M203 40mm grenade launcher on the loading dock door, which did little more than make a black mark on it, but the shrapnel from it blew back and caught over half of the men in the room. For my last trick, I had Marci turn off the aerosolized CS and OC and turn on the eighty percent H₂O₂ sprinklers. By the time Mike arrived, the room was over half flooded, and all but a few of the bad guys were dead; the ones that were left, let's just say that their skin was extra pruney.
Mike arrived and set up a perimeter with the ERT, which was a group of highly trained and highly motivated men who were capable of an extreme amount of violence at a moment's notice. The room was drained and the door opened; the two men left alive didn't put up any type of resistance as Mike and the ERT separated the two and began their interrogations.
Mike came over to me. "Hank had a 'kill switch,' of sorts; if he didn't contact these men at a certain time, they were to follow through with the contract on you and yours. They were paid three million up front. These guys are one of five teams that are to 'take you out.' Right now, Alpha One of the ERT is having their guy call and explain to the others they can keep the money they have already been paid, but if they try to complete the contract, they'll end up like they did here today. I think Alpha One is going to send pictures to them."
"You might want to put the other two in body bags," I told Mike.
"Why?"
"Well, they just ingested and aspirated eighty percent hydrogen peroxide," I told him.
Mike got on the radio and informed Alpha One, and then asked, "You don't think that's a little extreme, Kyle?"
"Nope, they were here to kill me and the people I love; their deaths are on them, not me," I told Mike with no emotion.
"Okay," Mike replied.
It was nearly dark when the body bags of all the bad guys were loaded into the back of their truck. I thought it would have to be towed out of the loading dock, but the water never got over the air intake, so the truck fired right up. Then Mike and the ERT guys left, and we went in and started getting pizza ready for dinner. Kayleigh was a little shaken up and didn't get more than five feet from me while we got the pizzas in the ovens. When we sat down, Kayleigh said, "I want to tell you about my weird dream that I had last night."
"Can I guess your dream?" Kenz asked.
"I...., um...., sure," Kayleigh answered.
"Desert, fire sex with Kyle, big guy wearing wolf skin, with the wolf's head as a hat, am I right so far?" Kenz asked, getting a nod from Kayleigh.
"Okay, the smaller guy, with the coyote skin, next to the wolf skin guy, he's our cousin in the spirit world, and they are shamans, or medicine men, in the spirit world. Did you see the big, black wolf next to them?" Kayleigh nodded again. "That big wolf is Kyle's spirit animal. Did you see the white wolf?" Kenz asked.
"Yes, it jumped into me, and then I woke up," Kayleigh said to Kenz.
"Welcome to the pack," Brook told her.
"You not only are bonded to Kyle here in this world, but you're bonded to him in the spirit world," Trina told her.
Kayleigh got up and ran over to Trina and Brook and gave them hugs. "So, we're like sisters now?" she asked.
"That's exactly it," Kelcey told her.
"You're also his wife, by law," Marci told her.
She ran back to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me, taking my breath away, while the others laughed at her excitement. I took my shirt off and showed her my Poseidon tattoo with the lightning coming off the trident, where I had every one of my ladies' initials in between the lightning bolts, and on my back was the black wolf with its glowing green eyes.
Kayleigh ran her fingers over the wolf tattoo and said, "It looks just like the one in my dream."
"Thank you," Titania said to Kayleigh.
Our pizza was now getting cold, so we sat and ate and then talked well into the night. We were all tired from the events of the day, so we all showered and went to bed, with no 'hanky panky.' Kenz, Monica, and Titania were my blankets for most of the night, with everyone else as close as they could get to me and one another. Sleep came fast, and so did the dreams. My pack was all around me, and we were all around the fire. When I looked over to the shaman, there were four small wolf cubs sitting around his feet. I was awakened by the sun's morning rays, ending the dream.
Sometime during the night our sleeping dynamic changed. Maureen, GG, Ophelia, and Aleza were all the furthest away from the bedroom door. Tris, Kenz, Kayleigh, Andi, and Dani are next to them, with the rest between me and them, with me being the closest to the bedroom door. I got up and looked at them sleeping and took in all their beauty, then I made my way to the kitchen and started a pot of the life force that was coffee. I wanted to get to the office today and finish a few things before school started. I had intended to do it yesterday, but shit happens.
After some nectar of the gods, coffee that is. I decided to try and do some naked yoga with the ladies. After everyone got their fix of coffee, we made our way to the backyard by the pool. Little did I know that yoga was, and is, not as simple as I thought it was. I started to hurt in places I didn't know I had, and when we finished, I fell to the ground and lay there, where I was laughed at by every single one of them. Monica came over, squatted by my head, and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
"Are you tired?" Monica asked me.
"A little."
"Then I guess you're too tired for me," she said, laughing, getting up, and leaving me there.
I could hear laughter from towards the house, and when I turned to look, they were all bent over shaking their bare asses at me. I started to get up, and they ran inside, so when I made it to the bedroom, the ones in the room and the ones in the shower were still laughing. I walked into the bathroom to find it so full of steam you could barely see, so that right there let me know that Titania was in control of the water temperature. I went to another room to take my shower and was joined by my school crew. When we were done with our showers, we all gathered in the kitchen for breakfast.
No cooking today; we ate cereal until Marci let us know when the grocery truck was at the gate. It was the real one, and it had an escort, because the ERT was not going to let what happened yesterday happen again. The truck was checked and triple-checked; nothing was found, but no one was taking anything for granted. With the groceries put up, I told the ladies, "I'm going to the office to finish some things I need to get done before school starts."
"Can I come with you?" Kayleigh asked.
"Sure, and while we're there, you can figure out what you want to do in the company."
"Oh, I already know what I want to do. I want to help with advertising and social media."
We gave and received hugs and kisses, and then I went to get the keys to my truck, but they weren't on their hook.
"Looking for these?" Kayleigh asked as she dangled them from her thumb and index finger at me.
"Yep, I was looking for those."
We walked out to my truck, and she got in the driver's seat, put on her seatbelt, and began adjusting everything to fit her. "I really like this truck," she said to me, batting her eyes at me.
"This isn't my truck anymore, is it?" I asked.
She slowly shook her head and started her truck up.
"What about your car?" I asked her.
"It's a nice car, and Daddy got it for me, but I'm a truck girl," she said, putting the truck in gear and pulling out of its parking spot.
"I guess I can be the 'passenger princess,'" I said, putting on my seatbelt.
The girl liked rock too, the big hair rock bands of the 80's, so she cranked the volume up and sang along with the music. We pulled up to the front of the building; it was Sunday, and no one would care. Just as we were about to go in, I heard my name called from behind me, so I turned to see who had called my name, and I saw a very beautiful blonde woman walking up to Kayleigh and me. I didn't get a bad feeling or have any sense of fear because of her, but I did put Kayleigh behind me just in case my feelings or senses were off.
"Yes, Ma'am, how can I help you?"
"I was hoping I could speak with you," the lady asked.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Some place a little less out in the open, maybe?" she asked.
"Kyle?" Kayleigh asked.
"It's okay, Kayleigh. We can go to my office," I told her.
I let her in, and we followed her to the elevators. On the way up to my office, I kept Kayleigh behind me, where not much was said, as we were just waiting on the ding. When the elevator doors opened, I again let the mysterious woman out first, then me, and then Kayleigh. We got to my office, let her in, and led her over to a sitting area, offering her a seat and something to drink. She sat down and passed on the beverage.
"Now, what is it I can do for you, Ma'am?" I asked again.
"I don't know how to say this, so I'll just get to the point. I'm your mother's twin sister."
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The Karens Ch. 02
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Karen:
'A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.'
Chapter Two -- Cinderella
Alex knew that her ruse was up. The Karens, their boyfriends, Mitch Bellingham, and who knows who else had seen her at the country club and had witnessed her transformation from Plain Jane to chic nymphet. When she arrived at school she saw The Karens staring at her when she removed the stylish fur-lined coat she wore to keep out the cold to reveal a mauve skirt and jacket, black silk blouse, black opaque tights and chunky block heeled Mary Janes with and an over-arch strap. Her highlighted, wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif and heavier makeup completed the ensemble.
Karen Allbright wagged a finger at her.
"Come with me snow bunny," Alex followed the Karens into a vacant classroom.
"Quite the transformation, Walmart," Karen quipped.
Alex said nothing. The Karens were wearing designer winter clothes looking more like fashion models than high school seniors but so did Alex. She leaned against the wall trying to act casual but said nothing.
"Miles Davenport. Florida based businessman and douchebag. I did a little digging over the weekend. One of his companies pays the rent on your townhouse and I bet he's paying your tuition fees. Is he your sugar daddy? You sure came out of the ragbag for him Saturday night," the Karens formed a semi-circle around her.
"He's my uncle! I was emancipated at sixteen and Uncle Miles has supported me since," Alex didn't bother lying.
"Emancipated? Did daddy like to tuck you in at night a little too often? Did he like to help you take your bath?" Constance Dupree quipped wickedly.
"Eww! Nothing like that. My parents and I fell out over my life choices. They wanted me to leave school after my senior year and marry a boy from their church. They wanted me to be a housewife with screaming brats around my feet with a husband who worked at some lame job. They wanted a docile homemaker who gave them grandbabies and who cleaned house and shopped for groceries while her husband toiled at some dead-end job," the practiced lie slid easily off Alex's tongue.
"But why move all the way to Masons Peak to finish your senior year?" Felicity Lichfield chimed in.
"To get as far away from my parents as possible. Uncle Miles pays my rent, my tuition and he has a college fund for me too," the half-truth was easy to say.
"But why the disguise? Why no attempt to make friends?" Karen was not going to let Alex off that easy.
"I'm a private person and I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Do you know how hard it is joining a school for the last year of seniors? Everybody else knows each other. The cliques have formed, friendships are established. I knew that I would be the outsider and that suited me just fine. I didn't want to have to explain myself to a bunch of people who care nothing about me and who I would only know for one year before I left for college," it was easy for Alex to sound exasperated.
"If you had turned up like this on the first day I might have even considered letting you join our little entourage. You're kinda pretty in your own way. You're smart and articulate and it's obvious you have fashion sense, even if you've been hiding it away for the last few months," Karen leaned into Alex, her face inches away.
Her breath smelled sweet like bubblegum and she was wearing expensive perfume. Her skin was flawless as was her makeup.
"Are we still good?" Alex breathed.
"Tell me what happened in the restroom corridor at the country club Saturday night?" Karen smiled wickedly.
Alex turned to face Felicity Lichfield.
"Your boyfriend pushed me against the wall and felt me up. I defended myself and then Mitch Bellingham came out of nowhere and helped me. I didn't come on to Devon, he came on to me. He was drunk and probably thought that I was easy. I'm sure that you girls have had to stave off unwanted advances before," Alex appealed to their vanity.
"If you weren't dressed like a whore in that red dress I'm sure Devon wouldn't have gone anywhere near you," Felicity Lichfield hissed.
"You're probably right. My uncle bought me that dress and insisted that I get gussied up for a special occasion. He'd just clinched a big business deal or something equally as boring, but he looks after me so I dressed up for him," another half-truth told easily.
"Ok Walmart. We're still good. We are far too busy now to spend time hazing you anyway," Karen said dismissively and Alex breathed a sigh of relief and turned away.
"By the way Alex... love your suit," Karen winked at Alex and smiled sweetly.
The Hanibal Lecter reference was not lost on Alex.
"Are you serious Karen! Are we really going to let that bitch get away with it? Denton swears that
she
came on to
him
!" Felicity whined.
"Oh get over yourself Felicity. You know that Denton is a poon hound when he's drunk. He tried it on with me
and
Constance at the last kegger," Karen dismissed Felicity and Constance Dupree blushed.
"But we haven't finished with Alexandra Plessy. She's still hiding stuff and I just don't like her but you know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We are going to be nice to her for now, but like I said before, we need to think up something really big and surprise her with it when she least expects it," Karen led her entourage out of the classroom so they could prepare for the first period.
"Hello stranger let me introduce myself. I'm Mitch Bellingham... and you are?" Mitch Bellingham approached Alex at lunch.
"Fuck off Mitch," Alex smiled at him, accepting the backhanded compliment.
"Wow! Just wow!" Mitch sat down beside her at the lunch table.
"When I saw you Saturday night I was blown away but given the circumstances it's not like we could stop to chat. Then you turn up at school today looking like this," Mitch indicated her outfit.
"Are you that fickle Mitch? Judging me by my appearance? I've had five other guys come on to me today already," Alex clipped.
"That's not the case Alex. I've been thinking about you since the cross country when I kissed you on the cheek but you were so aloof that I was afraid to approach you. Then
you
kissed
me
at the country club and I thought I had a chance, so here I am," Mitch replied.
"So here you are. What can I do for you Mitch?" Alex was enjoying the banter.
"You said that you would find some way to repay me after I rescued you at the cross country, well, I want a date," Mitch finally got to the point.
"You work at the country club as a busboy?" Alex changed the subject.
"Yep, I'm saving for college. I don't have a rich uncle," Mitch regretted saying it immediately.
"I'm sorry I said that. I saw you sitting with him at the restaurant and Felicity is already putting around that your uncle is some big deal down in Florida. It's none of my business really, I shouldn't have bothered you," Mitch began to get up from the table.
Alex knew that this was her chance to let Mitch go on good terms. She had made peace with The Karens. Uncle Miles had stopped sulking and complaining and had even offered to lease her a car after their passionate weekend. Things could continue as they had since she arrived Masons Peak. She could be the loner, the recluse, the girl who kept to herself and just concentrate on getting good grades.
But Alex knew that it wasn't Denton Stevens' hands on her body or Miles' passionate kisses and prolonged foreplay that had fuelled her desire on Saturday night and all day Sunday. It was the memory of the kiss that she had stolen from Mitch Bellingham outside the kitchen. The feel of his body pressed against hers in that satin gown, the softness of his lips and the urgency of the situation had fired her imagination and when she was lying under Miles Davenport, moaning like a slattern, it was Mitch that Alex was dreaming of.
But she had a huge secret. Nobody in Masons Peak knew that she was transgender so Mitch was under the assumption that she was a cis woman. Was it fair to lead him on? Not telling him would be deceitful but telling him could have enormous consequences. He might be repulsed by her. She had moved to Masons Peak because Minnesota is considered to be one of the most LGBTQ friendly states and transgenders have the same legal rights as non-LGBTQ people but people have their individual prejudices. Alex had no intention of coming out as trans unless she had to.
Then she rationalised that she would only be living in Masons Peak for a year or so. If Mitch blabbed that she was trans she could live with the consequences but she preferred not to. She had come out as trans at her last school and had effectively been banished, although technically she left before she was expelled.
Alex had never had a boyfriend. When she came out as trans in Miami she had been shunned. A few predatory types had come on to her when they knew that no one was looking but she instinctively knew that they were just curious about what it would like to fuck a tranny in the ass or maybe she might throw them a blowjob. She saw right through them. Anyway there was no way that Uncle Miles would allow her to have boyfriend.
She began to rationalise. What if she and Mitch just became friends? Even if they canoodled a little she could stop it before things got to the stage where she would have to reveal the secret she kept hidden in her panties. She desperately wanted company but only with someone she could trust and so far Mitch seemed trustworthy and gallant.
She put out her hand and clamped it on Mitch's wrist to stop him from leaving.
"One date. Friday night. You pick where," Alex looked around and saw that no one was looking and she kissed him quickly on the cheek and got up and left the table exposing a lot of leg when she did so which was not lost on Mitch Bellingham.
Alex fretted all week about the forthcoming date but she was also excited. Where would Mitch take her? Would he try to kiss her? Where his intentions honourable? She knew that she was behaving like a eighth grade girl rather than nineteen year old young woman: exchanging furtive smiles with Mitch in classes, brushing against each other in the corridor, fussing about how she looked before she went to school, showing him a little more leg and cleavage to tease him.
On Wednesday a bright yellow Mini Cooper was delivered to Alex's town house. It had a big red ribbon tied around it with a card attached.
'To my wonderful niece Alexandra, thank you for a wonderful weekend and I hope there are many more to follow. I am very proud of you and wish you all the best. Keep making your grades and I look forward to helping you select a college worthy of your talents'
the card read.
It was Miles way of thanking her for the incredible sex and behaving suitably subservient over the weekend. It was also a reminder of his control over her and his intention to keep her as his concubine when she went to college but it was innocuously worded.
In the glove compartment was the lease, the registration and the insurance papers. As was his custom, the vehicle was leased by one of his companies with no direct link to Miles.
All that aside, Alex was pleased that she no longer had to walk or bike to school in the bitter cold and snow. Masons Peak was a mostly affluent community and most of the seniors had cars; mostly good cars but there were some beaters. Her Mini wasn't exceptional by any means but the bright yellow finish with the black racing stripes made a statement.
"Nice wheels Alex, did Uncle Miles buy you that for your birthday or was it for being a good girl?" Karen Allbright quipped when she pulled up next to Alex in her Lexus.
Alex wasn't sure if Karen was paying her a compliment or insinuating something sinister but she was not going to engage either way.
"Uncle Miles leased it for me. It's just a loaner really," Alex replied.
Chad Pemberton pulled into the parking lot and walked over and kissed his girlfriend and they walked arm in arm towards the school buildings, disengaging as they left the parking lot. PDAs were not permitted on school grounds.
Mitch Bellingham parked the beat up 2005 Dodge Ram pickup that he was restoring and sauntered over looking suitably cool with a hint of 'bad boy' in his ripped and faded jeans and scuffed leather jacket. His smile made Alex tingle all over and for the thousandth time she wondered why he didn't have a steady girlfriend.
"Nice to have a rich uncle. Are you sure that
you
don't want to pick
me
up on Friday? Your car is a lot better than mine," Alex knew that the banter was good natured.
"A gentleman picks up his date and drives her home after. I
do
hope you are going to behave like a gentleman on our first date," Alex teased him.
She turned away, knowing that her skirt would flick up tantalisingly as she did so, and strode off towards the school. Mitch liked that Alex still wore skirts in the winter. Those long legs clad in shimmery opaque pantyhose were a real distraction and he wondered what it might be like to feel them. As it turned out, he found out Friday night.
*****
"You have got to be kidding!" Alex squealed when Mitch pulled into the grassed parking lot next to the carnival that had been set up in a paddock on the outskirts of town.
The traveling carnival came to Masons Peak once a year and consisted of amusement rides, food vendors, merchandise vendors, games of chance and skill, thrill acts, and animal acts. It was the perfect first date. No fancy restaurant where they would have to make small talk to fill the awkward silences or a movie where they would sit nervously side by side munching popcorn wondering if it was ok to neck. They could have fun as they rode the rides, unselfconsciously eat messy junk food and still be able to chat and banter and get to know each other.
Mitch helped Alex out of the cab of his truck although she didn't need it but it was good way to behave gentlemanly whilst getting a glimpse of thigh as her skirt rode up when she slid out of the seat.
Alex had tortured herself about what to wear and not knowing where they were going made things harder. She wanted to look pretty but not slutty but still show off her best attributes. She finally decided on a simple black A-line skirt, a round-neck white body-hugging sweater, pink sheer tights and sensible black strappy shoes. She'd let her hair out and her makeup was a little heavier than what she wore to school but not whorish.
Mitch was wearing tight faded blue-jeans, a long sleeve tee, his favourite leather jacket and ankle boots. His shoulder-length sandy hair blew around his handsome face in the wind. They walked quickly to the carnival where the trailers, amusement rides and tents formed a barrier against the wind and the air was warm with the smell cotton candy, hotdogs, hamburgers and beer. Mitch helped Alex take off her hooded fur lined coat and he was impressed by what she had chosen to wear.
"You look nice," Mitch commented nervously.
"You can fuck off Mitch if that's gonna be your best line," Alex playfully punched him in shoulder then leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Her hair tickled his face and her perfume smelled exotic. They were both glad that the tone had been set for a playful evening with nothing serious being discussed or inferred. They hit the rides, riding the tilt-a-whirl, the Ferris wheel, the haunted house and they delighted in crashing into each other in the bumper cars. On the more exciting rides Alex clung to Mitch which he did not mind one little bit. He liked having her press her body into his and got a bit of 'side-boob' action when she did so.
He won her a big teddy bear at the shooting gallery but they both lost on the ring toss, the bowling pin knockdown and the balloon pop which were all rigged anyway. They had their fortunes told, watched a juggling exhibition and a clown show and by then they were famished and made their way to the concession tent. Mitch sat Alex down at a table away from the crowd and went in search of food and drink. There was no ID check when he purchased two Bud Lights and he came back to the table with a tray loaded with food and the beer.
Mitch sat across from Alex and reached for a hotdog topped with caramelised onions, crunchy bacon bits, melted cheese and drizzled with ketchup and mustard.
"If you think you are going to kiss me after eating that you're dreaming," Alex screwed up her face.
"Ew! Who would ever want to kiss you!" Mitch laughed and took a big bite of the hotdog.
"Well, not you now, that's for sure," Alex smiled at him and dipped a French fry into the little container of mayonnaise and twirled it around.
"Well now that you are eating the devil's jism there is no way I'm going to kiss you," Mitch pointed at the mayonnaise.
"Good that's settled. You now know that I hate onions and I know that you hate mayonnaise," Alex smiled at him and then pushed the French fry into her mouth ensuring that some mayonnaise dribbled down her chin.
"Oh my god that is disgusting!" Mitch reached for a napkin and wiped Alex's mouth and they both laughed and reached for their beers.
"Here's an idea. Lets forget the small talk and get right to it and tell each other five things that we like about each other," Mitch took a swallow of his beer.
"Even better. We tell each other five things that we like about each other and five things that we don't like about each other, sort of a switch on Ten Things I Hate About You," Alex grinned smugly.
"Well you are sort of like Julia Stiles but not as pretty and you don't have blonde hair," Mitch teased.
"And you're sort of like Heath Ledger without the cute Aussie accent or his good looks. You kinda try to pull him off with the faded jeans and beat up leather jacket but I'm getting more Fonzie than Heath," Alex returned the quip and stuck another fry in the mayo and ate it with her mouth open.
"Classy... I tell you what; that's the first thing I don't like about you. You chew with your mouth open," Mitch tried to sound serious but he was choking back a laugh, especially when Alex grabbed a handful of fries, doused them in mayo and stuffed them in her mouth.
"Ok so I'm ugly, I eat mayo and I don't have table manners, keep going," Alex was thoroughly enjoying herself.
"Well you run like a girl and you made me lose a race that I was sure to win," Mitch made a stupid face.
"Is that five?" Alex asked.
"No, that counts as one. Your babyshit yellow clown car is so small and stupid that if you put that teddy bear I won you in the passenger seat you could get away with driving in the carpool lane," Mitch banged the table and raised his hands and gave her a double Vee hand gesture.
"Is that all got," Alex smiled meekly at Mitch and then launched into her response.
"You think you're cute with your lone wolf attitude, long sandy hair, pretty face and shitty leather jacket but you are a second rate desperate attention seeker with a bad haircut and poor dress sense," Alex took another French fry.
"I'll take cute; the rest is debateable but keep going," Mitch smiled.
"You are never going to finish restoring that car and you need to fix the heating rather than wasting money on the fuzzy dice hanging from your rear vision mirror," Alex quipped and ate another fry.
"Hey!" Mitch pretended to be hurt.
"
You
are the one that runs like a girl not me and you were coming last in that race when you stopped to help me," Alex put a finger up to stop him when Mitch tried to interject.
"And finally, when you wear your sports tights your package looks tiny," Alex gave him a mischievous grin.
"Hey! I thought we weren't going to comment about each other's bodies but I have to tell you that when I
do
wear my sport tights I have to tuck my junk otherwise all the other guys would feel inadequate and the girls would swoon," Mitch leaned over and stole a French fry.
Alex blushed. Talking about tucking was a something that was too close to home.
"So now the five good things," Alex said.
"Ok, you are intelligent, witty and can hold a decent conversation," Mitch began.
"You are independent and don't care what people think about you," he continued.
"I've seen you perform in drama class and I think you have the potential to be a good actor but that might also demonstrate an ability to present a façade and you might be hiding a deep dark secret. You're not a serial killer are you?" Mitch joked but Alex inwardly flinched because she
was
hiding a deep dark secret.
"I like it that you stood up to The Karens when they were hazing you. You didn't back down but you didn't have to resort to snitching on them. I like a girl who is independent and able to stand her ground," Mitch said with a serious tone.
"And finally, because you got personal, your ass looks awesome in those leggings you wear to PT and your legs always look amazing," Mitch blushed as he said it.
"So my tits aren't worthy of praise?" Alex blushed and took the compliment despite her joshing.
"Oh, your tits are fine but I'm an ass and leg man. Your turn," Mitch beamed at her and took a swallow of beer.
"Ok, I like that you are a hard worker. I know that you work at the country club on weekends and do yard work after school to subsidise your income," Alex began.
"I also like that you too are independent and don't hang out in a clique like most of the guys," she continued.
"You too are witty, a great conversationalist and don't take yourself too seriously," she dipped another fry into the mayo.
"I like it that you are gallant enough to have to come to my rescue on two occasions but aren't supercilious enough to make a big deal out of it," it was Mitch's turn to blush.
"And finally I like it that you picked a perfect place for our first date," Alex reached across the table and squeezed his hand.
"Well thanks and on that note I think it's time to wrap this up. I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday," Mitch started gathering up the food scraps and empty beer cans and put them on the tray.
In the car on the way home Alex began to think seriously about what she was doing. She had never been on a date before with anyone except Miles and she had enjoyed it immensely but where was she going with Mitch? She didn't have that long left in Masons Peak and they would both be going to different colleges. There was definitely a spark between them which she realised could easily become a flame but she hadn't told him her biggest secret. What would his reaction be if and when he found out that she was trans? She didn't want to lead him on. Then there was Miles Davenport to consider. Maybe they could just continue as friends and leave it at that.
Her driveway had been cleared but a light sprinkling of snow was falling when Mitch pulled up outside her townhouse. Here came the awkward part.
Mitch went around and got the car door for her and walked her to the porch. They were both nervous but Alex doubly so. She set her resolve. She would let him kiss her goodnight and that would be it... no tongue and definitely no sex, this was their first date after all. She waited for Mitch to make the first move as she stood there with the ridiculously huge teddy bear in her arms.
"Well I guess this is goodnight. Thank you for a fantastic evening," Mitch stood in front of her at a respectful distance watching snowflakes cling to her hair and lashes; she looked beautiful.
Alex was thinking of a witty reply when Mitch suddenly took her in his arms and kissed her. Alex's resolve melted immediately. The kiss was at first soft and tender but soon became fervent and needy. Alex dropped the bear and wrapped her arms around Mitch and returned the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, ignoring the taste of onions and beer. Miles was a good kisser but Mitch did things with his tongue that ignited a burning desire.
They pressed their bodies together and despite their bulky clothing they could feel the need in each other. Her breasts mashed against his chest, Mitch slipped a hand inside her coat and squeezed her ass and she put her hands inside his jacket so that she could hold him closer. The kiss seemed to last an eternity and Alex told herself that this was it. They would say goodnight to each other once the kiss was broken.
"Come inside, it's freezing out here," she whispered when they finally broke the kiss.
She scooped up the bear and turned her back on him so that she could unlock the door.
'What was she doing!'
she thought as she let him inside.
The heating was on and Mitch helped Alex out of her fur coat and then took off his jacket then he reached for her again and kissed her. They stood in the hallway kissing passionately, the heat of their bodies matching the warmth coming from the heating vents. Mitch cupped her buttocks and squeezed them and she felt his cock thicken against her belly through his tight jeans.
She would let him cop a feel here in the hallway and then send him on his way with blue balls. Alex was determined to put a stop to this madness.
"Let's go into the loungeroom," she gasped into his mouth.
She took his hand and led him to the couch where they took up where they had left off. Kissing each other greedily and pawing at each other. Mitch squeezed her breasts through her sweater and felt her nipples engorge. She put her hands inside his long-sleeved tee and raked her fingers along his chest and across his six-packed belly.
"I'm not going to fuck you," Alex gasped when they finally took a breath.
"Ew! Who would want to fuck a harpy like you," Mitch tried to make light of the situation.
"Shut up and kiss me, stupid," Alex reached for him again, kissing him deeply, her hands under his tee, caressing his warm skin.
His hands slipped inside her sweater and he expertly unclasped her brassiere. He squeezed her breasts and fingered her erect nipples and Alex gasped into his mouth. She removed a hand from inside his shirt and pressed it to his groin and traced the outline of his cock through his jeans and it was Mitch's turn to gasp.
Alex could feel that Mitch's cock was huge, he wasn't joking about the size of it when she'd jested about his package. Frissons of delight were radiating from her breasts and her lips as Mitch tended to her nipples and his tongue swirled in her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing in his jeans, straining against the denim, aching for release. Her own cock was uncomfortably bloated between her legs, stretching her pantyhose and panties. She was terrified that Mitch might attempt to feel her up through her panties and when he slipped a hand under her skirt and began to stroke her thighs she balked.
As delicately as she could, Alex removed Mitch's hand from under her skirt.
"Sorry I went too far," Mitch lay on top of Alex breathing heavily, his cock pressed against her belly, one hand still idly fondling a nipple.
"You know I read somewhere that in South Africa, premarital vaginal penetration was not allowed in traditional Zulu society but young people could have external sexual intercourse between the thighs," Alex smiled up at him salaciously.
"God, I love it that you are a history buff," Mitch began to kiss her again while Alex struggled to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly.
Mitch helped her yank his jeans and underpants down his thighs. His boated rod sprang free and Alex cupped it in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around the girth of it. It throbbed in her hand, the veins pulsing under the silky flesh, the glans a swollen mushroom that was leaking pre-ejaculate which Alex used to lubricate the fine specimen of manhood as she stroked it.
Mitch's kisses became fervid and he slipped both hands under her ass and squeezed her buttocks with urgency. She could sense that he was close to extremis and she guided his penis between her thighs and clamped them shut. The silky sheer sensation of Alex's pantyhose-swathed flesh lit up the pleasure centres in Mitch's body and he gripped her buttocks tightly as he began to fuck her legs.
The perception of Mitch's colossal organ sliding between Alex's thighs was overpoweringly erotic and Alex's cock strained against her pantyhose, wetting the nylon with precum. She would have loved to put his cock there, pressing it against hers but that was only a dream. She closed her legs tighter around his cock as he humped her thighs while she raked her fingernails down his back, kissing him with intense fervour.
She felt his cock palpitate and suddenly her thighs were sodden with a glutinous wellspring of steamy milt that soaked into her pantyhose and puddled between her legs. Mitch was driving her into cushions, thrusting his cock between her silken-shrouded limbs, the sensation of her gossamer nylons and sleek soft flesh against his sensitive organ drawing every scintilla of semen from his shuddering organ.
Mitch lay on top of her his whole body trembling until the intensity of his orgasm became a mellow afterglow. His kisses became tender and loving. He let go of her buttocks and stroked her hair affectionately. Her fingers grazed his cheek. She could feel his cock slowly deflating and the puddle of semen soaking into her nylons.
"You said no sex," Mitch grinned at her.
"No, I said I'm not going to fuck you," Alex smiled back at him.
"Saving your virginity for marriage?" Mitch quipped and then saw the storm clouds gathering in her face.
"I have to work all day tomorrow and Sunday including the evenings." Mitch quickly changed the subject.
"Who said I wanted to see you again anyway," Alex stuck a finger in his mouth playfully.
"Yeah you do," Mitch kissed her nose quickly.
"Maybe. Don't be an asshole; text me over the weekend," Alex patted him on the back, a signal that their dalliance was over.
"This is kinda awkward," Mitch took his penis from between her legs and struggled to put it away and pull up his underwear and jeans while he straddled her.
Alex lay there with her skirt hiked up, a puddle of cooling semen between her legs.
"Kinda. Why don't you just kiss me goodbye and see yourself out and save me the indignity of you watching me try to make it to the bathroom without getting your splooge all over myself," Alex quipped.
"You are a classy girl Alex," Mitch managed to untangle himself and sit on the edge of the couch.
He leaned down and kissed her long and hard and then he stood up, waved at her, and left the room.
When Alex heard the front door slam shut she quickly freed her aching penis from between her legs and after a few quick strokes, added her own semen to the mess that Mitch had left between her legs.
Mitch sent Alex a couple of texts over the weekend, not as many for her to think that he was stalking her but enough to be polite. There was nothing lewd in the texts, he just thanked her for the date on Friday and told her a couple of jokes using his dry wit. He did tell her that he was looking forward to seeing her again at school on Monday.
Alex fretted over the weekend, at times admonishing herself for letting things get out of hand and at times relishing the fun they'd had on the date and reliving the sex they'd had after. Was she being impulsive? Was she being stupid? Should she come out to Mitch as a transgender woman? Should she break it off? Her mind was in turmoil.
Then there was Miles to think about. What would he say or do if he found out about her and Mitch? Miles was incredibly possessive of her despite his own promiscuity. She thought it best to keep her burgeoning relationship with Mitch a secret. Miles was coming to visit again next weekend and she would have to make sure that she didn't do or say anything that might raise suspicion.
Alex and Mitch met in the school parking lot on Monday morning. They had agreed to park way back in the lot so they had privacy. Because of the cold wind and snow flurries most of students and staff parked as close to the entrance as possible. Alex climbed into the cab of Mitch's Dodge despite the fact the heating didn't work very well. It would be too cramped in her Mini. Alex had decided to play it cool and not to let things progress any further. She didn't want to encourage him.
"Hi, how was your weekend?" Mitch said when she was settled in the passenger seat.
"Lots of study," Alex replied cooly.
"Did you think about me much? I thought about you all weekend," Mitch gave her that heartbreaking smile and Alex's resolve began to crumble.
"Friday night was so awesome, not just the sex part. I really like being with you," Mitch took her hand and traced the lines on her palm.
"Everybody uses
awesome
to describe everything now. It's almost lost its meaning," Alex huffed, trying her best to remain composed, despite the thrill she felt every time Mitch touched her.
He put his hand to her face and stroked her cheek.
"I'm sorry, I'll try to find a better adjective to describe my feelings," Mitch pretended to pout but he wasn't mocking her.
"It was only a first date, maybe I'm reading too much into it," he breathed.
Alex leaned across the console and began to kiss him passionately. They canoodled for a while, fogging up the windows.
"I missed you over the weekend," Alex admitted, stroking his cheek which was bristly because he hadn't shaved.
"I missed you too. I'm sorry that I have to work every weekend but I need the money. I work most days after school too Alex," Mitch sighed.
"What time do you finish your yard work with Mister Alvirez?" Alex asked.
"It's not so busy now. We're mainly shovelling snow and salting driveways, unblocking gutters, pruning trees and stuff. The sun sets early but we work under lights until around six thirty," Mitch shrugged his shoulders.
"Come around for dinner tonight at seven. Is that cool?" Alex asked.
"It's cool," Mitch smiled at her and her heart melted.
"One more thing. I don't want anyone to know about us. It's not that I wouldn't be happy to be seen with you but you know how these things go. Kids speculate and gossip and I don't want that. Is that ok?" Alex pleaded and Mitch's heart moved when she made puppy eyes at him; her face was so pretty framed by the fur-lined hood.
"Me too. Let's play it cool. What we do is our business and nobody else's," Mitch replied and reached for her again and kissed her long and hard.
Alex climbed out of the truck but she kept the door open.
"And another thing. I'm still not gonna fuck you," Alex gave him a cheeky grin.
"I told you I don't fuck harpies. By the way, are they the same pantyhose you were wearing on Friday night?" Mitch asked with a mischievous smirk on his face.
Alex stuck out her tongue and slammed the door.
"What the fuck am I doing?" Alex whispered to herself as she made her way back to her Mini to pick up her shoulder bag and fix her lipstick.
Neither of them had spotted Karen Allbright's Lexus parked a few rows over but Karen had witnessed the whole charade.
"As you know, it's the time of year to put together our play for the final semester. We usually produce a classic or something Shakespearean but this year I want to go somewhere different. The classics usually have a strong male lead with a few exceptions such as the likes of Austen and Brontë so keeping with the times, this play will feature several female leads," Eric Vogel began the drama lesson.
"I've decided to really spice things up and I've written my own script. It's a musical farce, sort of a Cinderella story but think Pretty Woman meets Working Girl set in the 1980s when the glass ceiling was very much a thing and women found it very difficult to rise to the top. Not only did they have to compete with men but they often undermined each other in order to get ahead. Many women still felt the need to compete fiercely with their female colleagues," he continued.
A few of the girls booed and Eric Vogel smiled.
"Look, it's just a plot device. The lead will be a Cinderella type who is overlooked by her male superiors and impeded by her female contemporaries. I'll handout my draft and we can discuss it, listen to suggestions, make changes and I want you all to decide what roles you want to apply for. We can't all be thespians. I need a choreographer, stagehands, light and sound technicians, costume designers, and support staff. Your grades will be applied to how well you perform your role regardless of whether you are acting on stage or directing a spotlight," Eric Vogel explained.
"Pick up a copy of the draft when you leave. Take it home and study it and tomorrow we will begin. Today we will complete the stagecraft component of the curricula which is the final theoretical component of the course. Starting tomorrow all our time, effort and resources will be expended on the play," Mister Vogel patted the stack of scripts on his desk.
Mitch arrived at Alex's at seven sharp and Alex ushered him inside before she kissed him. The neighbours were nosy and a visitor on a Monday night might attract unwanted attention. They kissed in the hallway, a long lingering kiss but there was no groping, they both figured that might come later. The little apartment was warm and filled with cooking smells.
Mitch removed his jacket and hung it on hook. He was dressed in his usual jeans and long tee combo whilst Alex wore a simple but elegant felted wool dress in a rich burgundy hue. It featured a flattering Vee neckline and short sleeves and the midi length added a touch of grace. She had chosen sheer black pantyhose and black low heels and wore her fine gold chain and locket around her neck and gold studs in her earlobes. Her hair was pulled away from her face. She wanted to look attractive but not seductive.
She led Mitch to a small dining suite and he took a seat, enjoying the ambience. He could detect a hint of the same perfume that Alex had worn Friday night amid the fragrant aromas of something delicious.
"Pour the wine, the first course is nearly ready," Alex returned to the open plan kitchen.
Mitch poured the Australian shiraz into two glass and sat back admiring Alex move around the kitchen. The dress showed off her best assets. He'd caught a glimpse of her black lace brassiere peeking above the Vee neckline of her dress in the hallway and it drew his eyes to her small but perky breasts but Mitch spent most of his time watching her ass sway as she moved around the kitchen and her legs strut as she moved from stove to countertop. He wished the dress was a little shorter.
Alex set before Mitch a bowl of French onion soup made with beef stock and perfectly caramelized onions with cheesy bread on top. It smelled delicious.
"You hate onions," Mitch commented.
"But you love them," Alex smiled and flitted away to the kitchen.
She came back with a beet salad for herself and sat herself down across from him.
"Bon appétit," she raised her glass and took a sip and Mitch followed suit.
Mister Alvirez' was a hard taskmaster and Mitch was ravenous. He gobbled half of the soup down before he stopped to talk.
"Did you get a chance to read Mister Vogel's script?" Alex asked.
"I had a study hall period this afternoon and skimmed it in the library. It's kinda cheesy. A small town girl named Alice in the big city working in an office as a secretary alongside two other bitches. Their lame-ass boss challenges them to come up with a business idea because the hierarchy insists on promoting a woman in the firm. Of course the small town girl comes up with the best idea and the bitches steal it," Mitch said and the popped some crusty bread into his mouth.
"And the happy ending is cliché. They go to the office party and the bitches set up the small town girl and embarrass her in front of everyone and she runs away but the boss finds out that it's Alice who has come up with this amazing business plan and he chases her down and tells her that he loves her and blah, blah, blah," Mitch summed up the play succinctly.
"Yeah it really is an eighties romcom but isn't it a kind of a satire on the genre?" Alex opined.
"I didn't have enough time to study it properly and maybe I missed that. You would be perfect as Alice," Mitch grinned at her.
"Why, because I look like a small town girl," Alex teased.
"No because I've seen you improv and act and you are good," Mitch topped off their wine.
"Everybody knows that Karen Allbright will get the part of Alice and Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield will get to play the two bitches. Constance and Felicity wont even have to act," Alex said snidely.
"I'm going for something back of house; stage manager maybe. Something out of the limelight. You could play Gareth Dillingham though, because you can pull off lame-ass. Sort of Heath Ledger meets Don Draper," Alex chuckled.
"I don't know. Mister Vogel is kinda sweet on you. There have been rumours that he has a casting couch in his office," Mitch smirked at Alex.
"Ew!" Alex threw her napkin at Mitch then got up to clear away the dishes.
Mitch watched Alex cook two small Wagyu steaks on the grill and bring them to the table with a tossed salad and two baked potatoes. She served him, retrieved her napkin and retired to her place across from him. They ate heartily and drank wine and discussed the merits of various colleges.
Mitch helped Alex clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher which Alex appreciated. Miles never lifted a finger when he visited except to grope her or pour a drink.
They settled on the couch and Mitch pulled Alex into a comfortable position close beside him and nuzzled her neck and played with her hair. Alex could sense the sexual tension begin to build and once again she got a case of the guilts. Was she leading him on? Was she duplicitous or just keeping her secret from him for both their sakes?
Mitch kissed her and she felt her resolve begin to dissipate. His lips were soft, his tongue searched her mouth, a hand went to her breasts and she could feel Mitch's hard body against her, his heart was beating fast. She let him fondle her breasts through her dress and when he eased his hand inside the neckline she let him. He caressed her globes through the flimsy, lace brassiere and her nipples hardened to his touch. Their kisses became more needy.
Mitch lifted her into his lap and she snuggled against him. She stretched her long legs along the couch and they resumed kissing and Mitch slipped his hand inside her dress again to cosset her breasts. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. If she was going put a stop to any further dalliance, now was the time. She felt so treasured sitting like this. It was romantic and Mitch's kisses were sensual, his fingers had awakened an aching yearn in her breasts and her nipples responded accordingly.
His other hand circled her belly, smoothing her dress against her flesh. There was nothing lewd in it, it was comforting, almost surreal. They kissed for a while, Mitch flittering his tongue in her mouth, one hand teasing her breasts while the other stroked her belly. Then the hand stroking her belly began to gather the fabric of her dress, pulling the hem up her legs until her thighs were exposed. Mitch took his time as his hand snaked down her torso until it rested on her hip and then moved to her thigh where he lazily circled his fingers. He pinched her pantyhose between two fingers and then the released the ductile fabric so that it snapped back against her leg.
"Don't you put a runner in them," Alex smirked into his mouth around a kiss.
"They're so smooth and silky," Mitch petted her leg.
"They do feel nice, especially when you touch them like that," Alex admitted.
Mitch caressed her thighs as their kisses became more impassioned. Her breasts were sensitive to his touch, her nipples erect and aching, her thighs alive with deep sensuality as Mitch stoked and fondled them, her nylons hissing when he dragged his fingertips across the sheer fabric. When his fingers grazed the crease where her thigh joined her torso she mewled but she was aware that Mitch was heading towards dangerous territory and when he fondled the lace trimming the legholes of her tight black full-cut panties she put her hand over his to stop him.
"Even virgins like a little pussy-play," Mitch whispered in her ear.
"Who says I'm a virgin?" Alex grinned, but she was deflecting.
"I can think of something better," Alex shifted on the couch, encouraging Mitch to lie down with his head supported on the throw pillows.
Alex straddled his body and kissed him and then her mouth began a slow sensual journey along his body. She nuzzled his neck for a while and then helped him out of his long-sleeved tee. She lowered her mouth to the hollow of his clavicle, circling the tip of her tongue there for a while and then continued downward, kissing, nipping and lapping his flesh. She took his tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it and heard him gasp as she tweaked the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
"Oh god!" Mitch groaned.
Her hand slinked across his hard belly, she raked her fingernails along his flesh softly, circled his bellybutton and then she found his belt buckle. She unbuckled his pants and the almost ominous sound of his zipper unfastening filled the silence.
"You don't have to... oh my," Mitch sighed as Alex's hand freed his turgid member from his jeans.
His long thick appendage sprang for the from the confines of his underpants and once again Alex marvelled at the turgidity, the girth, and the length of Mitch's cock. She stroked it gently and kissed him softly while she did so. She sensed his breathing become ragged and his penis pulsed and quivered in her delicate hand. She trailed her fingertips along the bloated shaft and circled the fraenulum feeling Mitch's heartbeat begin to pound in his chest as she broke the kiss and her mouth journeyed down his body, stopping to suckle his nipples and lap at his belly button until she stopped with her head in his groin.
She stared at the appendage that her fingers could barely circle, standing proud and upright from his pubis. A bead of dewy precum had formed at the eye and she lapped at it with her tongue, savouring the sweet nectar before she swallowed it. Mitch rested his hands on her head neither encouraging her to fellate him nor attempting to wrest her face from his lap. He let out her hair and it cascaded around his thighs and curtained her face. He could no longer see what she was doing with her lips but he could feel it well enough and when Alex took him in her mouth he issued a contented sigh.
Alex didn't even try to take all him in her mouth, she knew that she would gag if she did, instead she worked her lips up and down the veiny shaft while her tongue coddled his glans. She lashed the underside of the bulbous pink protrusion with the tip of her tongue and Mitch groaned and entwined his fingers in her hair. He swept the bangs from her face so that he could watch her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down, suckling his manhood, swallowing the continuous flow of pre-ejaculate that dribbled from the eye of his cock.
Alex cupped his scrotum and caressed the sensitive sac with her fingertips while she steadily fellated him, drawing her lips along the silky flesh of his rod, tracing the pulsing veins with her tongue and then lashing it across the spongy flange that was his glans. Alex sensed the urgency begin to build as Mitch began to ease her face up and down on his cock, his groin lifting up off the couch as he fucked her mouth. He managed to slip more of his cock into Alex's warm wet cavity and Alex struggled to accommodate his turgid flesh.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!," Mitch cried out as Alex felt his scrotum contract and his cock begin to shudder.
"You don't have to..." Mitch was about to say the word 'swallow' but it was too late.
Despite his efforts to move Alex's face out his groin she latched onto his quivering rod and suckled it harder and faster while she gently squeezed his scrotum and Mitch erupted in her mouth. She slavered at the mighty organ as her mouth filled with the musky viscous fluid that spewed forth from the eye. She lapped at the milky essences, swallowing his offering while her head continued to bob up and down on his disgorging phallus. Mitch held her face still as the sensation became overwhelming and he jammed his cock in her mouth as far as she would allow, jettisoning his seed, feeling Alex's throat work as she struggled to swallow the copious volume of jism that he ejected.
Mitch let go of Alex's head, suddenly aware that he might be choking her but Alex continued to suckle his cock, extracting every scintilla of his juices until finally his orgasm subsided and she was content to lap at the last dribbles of spunk that oozed from the eye of his deflating cock.
Mitch pulled Alex's face out of his groin and pulled her on top of him so that he could kiss her and hold her tight. One hand rested on her buttocks, the other stroked her back as he kissed her softly and lovingly, tasting his essences on her breath. Her body was melded to his and she returned his kisses and stroked his hair.
"Where did you learn to do
that
?" Mitch finally broke the silence.
"A girl has her secrets," Alex smiled wistfully at him.
Suddenly Mitch rolled over, taking Alex with him so that she was under him. He pinned her to the couch and lifted her dress out of the way and put his head between her legs.
"Let me return the favour," Mitch's face was inches from her pubis when Alex began to struggle and pushed his face away.
"Did I do something wrong?" Mitch looked hurt.
"I wasn't going to penetrate you. I just wanted to lick your pussy and pay you the same attention that you just paid me," Mitch explained.
Alex pulled down her dress and covered her lower extremities.
"What's going on Alex? A woman doesn't do what you just did so expertly unless she knows what she's doing. That wasn't your first time," Mitch wasn't angry; he was just confused.
Alex regretted that it had come to this. She should have followed her instincts and shut down the relationship as soon as they became intimate or she should have told him that she just wanted to be friends... the thing every young man didn't want to hear when he was besotted with a girl.
Mitch was her only true friend and she trusted him. She'd had sex with him twice now and they had only dated on two occasions. Worse still, she was falling for him. She wasn't having sex with him just to keep him on the hook; she genuinely felt something for him that she couldn't quite name and didn't want to because that name was dangerous. Maybe she should trust him and tell him the truth? They couldn't go on like this. Mitch deserved the truth.
They sat up and adjusted their clothing and Alex poured the last of the wine.
"I have something to tell you. It's a huge secret but I trust you and even if you revile me after I have told you I hope that you can keep my secret," Alex took Mitch's hands in hers and gazed into his eyes.
Mitch saw the tears forming in the corners of Alex's emerald green eyes and he wondered what troubled her so much that she was compelled to cry.
"I'm listening Alex," Mitch wiped away the tear that had trickled down her cheek.
"Oh my god this is so hard," Alex choked and Mitch tried to comfort her but she pushed him away.
"Remember at the fairground on Friday when we played that stupid game and you said that I demonstrate an ability to present a façade and might be hiding a deep dark secret. Well I am. I have a very deep, dark secret and should have been upfront with you from the get-go," Alex reached for her wine and took a huge gulp.
Alex took a deep, bottom-of-the ocean breath and continued.
"I'm trans Mitch. I'm a transgender woman," Alex felt relief wash over her; it was like a huge burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
"I don't get it," Mitch looked confused.
"In simple terms I was born a boy but I knew deep inside that I was really a girl. When I was sixteen I ran away from home and transitioned and I have been living as a young woman ever since. I'm legally a girl," Alex reached for her wine.
"But you're not really," Mitch blurted out.
Alex began to cry again. Being told that she was not really woman was the most hateful thing anyone could say to her. She thought that she had put all that behind her when she left Florida.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. That was hurtful and uncalled for," Mitch reached for his own wine and took a drink.
"I've attended the compulsory gender roles and sexuality classes at school and it's not like it's that uncommon now. LGBTI stuff is all over the media. But why didn't you tell me?" Mitch's brow furrowed.
"I came to Masons Peak looking for a fresh start. I know that this is one of the most liberal places when it comes to transgender rights but people are people and I just didn't want to have to deal with all the shit I dealt with in Miami so I kept it a secret. That's why I decided to become a loner. I only had to get through my senior year and then I could move on," Alex explained.
Mitch tried to say something but Alex put a finger to his lips.
"But then I met you. I was lonely and you were so nice to me and then I got to know you a little better and then... well you know what happened next," Alex sighed.
"Wait! How far have you gone in your transition? No one could possibly think that you are anything other a young woman. But you won't let me touch you down there," Mitch nodded at Alex's lower extremity.
"I'm not... I haven't..." Alex's reply died on her lips and Mitch realised what she was saying.
Mitch didn't recoil but he stood up and gathered his things and without saying another word he left. When Alex heard his truck start up and drive away she curled up into a ball and sobbed. She cried herself to sleep on the couch.
To be continued...
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"nylons",
"pantyhose",
"stockings",
"panties",
"fellatio",
"schoolgirl",
"anal sex",
"frottage",
"short skirts",
"leggings"
] |
Getting Hard for Mom
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https://www.literotica.com/s/getting-hard-for-mom
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Taboo/Incest
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I was at home on a Friday evening, lounging around on the couch in the living room with my mom. My girlfriend, Amber, had just left my house and headed home. I had just had an awkward and extremely embarrassing "sexual" episode with her up in my bedroom, which I was trying not to think about.
I say "sexual" in quotes like that because nothing happened. More on that tonight at 9 -- stay tuned and we'll see you then!
"Kids smell," Doctor Allan Grant said on the TV. "Babies smell," he further clarified.
I had put on Jurassic Park. I guess it's one of my comfort movies. My mom was sitting to my right, leaned up against the arm of the couch.
Her phone dinged. It was the Facebook Messenger sound. That was odd, she didn't use Facebook Messenger much. She normally texted, but used FB Messenger on occasion to keep in touch with some of her old college and high school friends. So she was available there.
I glanced over. She appeared to be reading a long message. She set her phone down, without seeming to reply. She looked forward at the screen, but her eyes did not seem like they were paying attention to the trailer scene where John Hammond tells the paleontologists about the park. The dinosaur park. Jurassic Park.
Classic scene. Mom must have been thinking really hard about something. Maybe she was worried.
Around the same time when the helicopter touches down on Isla Nublar, Mom had a question for me. A horribly awkward question. About a horribly awkward thing. From maybe the absolute last person I would have normally wanted to talk to about it.
Mom asked me: "Stephen, have you ever had trouble? You know, down there? With girls?"
Jesus fudge packing Christ. The Facebook Message must have been from Amber.
I know it probably seems like Amber was trying to embarrass me. That's what I thought at first, too. But after some time, I've started to consider that maybe she really was just trying to act in my best interest.
...by telling my Mom that I wasn't able to get it up for her earlier that evening.
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"Stephen..." Mom said knowingly, and she handed me her phone. I scrolled up. There was a long-ish message from Amber:
"Hi Mrs. Reardon, this is Amber. This is going to be pretty awkward so I'll just get it over with. Earlier today, Stephen wasn't able to stay erect with me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just worried about him. I told him that really shouldn't happen since we're only eighteen. He didn't seem to care. I'm just so worried about him. I hope he's okay. Can you try to get him to go to the doctor or something? I'm so sorry to message you about this out of the blue. I'm sorry. I love your son so much. I hope you have a good night!!"
I let out a long sigh after reading and handed my mom back her phone. I tried to find the right words. I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to be too explicit either.
"I think I was just distracted," I finally said quietly. Mom grabbed the remote and paused the movie. Jeff Goldblum's gorgeous visage watched us from the frozen TV.
Mom had drawn her legs up onto the couch and she was holding her arms around her knees. And her knees and legs and thighs were bare because her oversized floral shirt, which was the type she usually wore around the house with various types of underwear underneath (but no bra, not that I ever cared one way or the other about that), had bunched up around her waist when she drew her legs up onto the couch.
"Has it happened before? Any other times?" she asked me cautiously. Her face was filled with motherly concern.
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My mom is a tall woman.
Even though I was fully grown, Mom was still around 2 inches taller than me. Growing up, and even still to this day, it seems like it would be really weird for your mom to ever not be taller than you. How could the woman who gave birth to your tiny little body ever not be bigger than you? The idea seemed ridiculous, even though I know that's usually what ends up happening.
Mom is relatively fit, but not very tan. She exercises at the gym down the street and at home, and doesn't go outdoors a whole lot. Her breasts are probably a little bit larger than someone would expect on a woman of her height. They were large enough that it was hard not to notice them tumbling around under her long, loose floral shirts that she wore around the house, as hard as I might try to ignore it.
I mean, I don't think my mom is gross or anything. I just always felt weird about noticing her breasts in that way. But come to think of it, they really are kind of massive.
Which was exactly the way that a mother's breasts should be. Wouldn't it be weird to have a mom with small boobs? Yeah... super weird.
Mom's butt was pretty big, I'm sorry to have to say that about my own mom, but it's true.
She had dirty blonde hair that was a little less than shoulder length, and her hair sort of feathered out from her head. Mom's face was freckled and a little long, but not horse-faced at all. She kind of looked like someone from the 1970's. I guess that's probably because she was.
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"Mom, I don't want to talk about this. I'm fine," I replied defensively, trying to grab for the remote to unpause the movie. Mom snatched it and placed it on the arm of the couch next to her.
"No. Stephen, we're going to talk about this," Mom said seriously enough that I was a little taken aback.
"You know that heart disease runs in our family, right?" Mom asked me forcefully.
"Yeah..." I admitted. It was true: all of my grandparents who had died, had died of heart problems.
"And you know what one of the most common symptoms of that is, don't you?"
"Mom..." I begged her not to make me talk about this, but she wasn't having it.
"Right," she said, switching to a cross-legged position and turning slightly towards me on the couch. "So we're by-God going to talk about it, Stephen, whether you like it or not."
I guessed I didn't have a choice. I was eighteen, and technically an adult, but I couldn't just disrespect my mom by walking away and not talking to her. She was only concerned about me, anyway. Maybe I could make her feel better.
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I sighed deeply. "A couple of times, maybe. It's happened just a couple of other times. And only when I was, uh..." I trailed off, not really sure how to say that I was "Masturbating" to my mom.
"Touching myself," I finally said, but that didn't really sound better than "masturbating" anyway. Oh well. Maybe I was overthinking this whole thing, anyway. Maybe I could just talk to my mom about this and it didn't have to be weird.
"You know, jerking off? But then too, I think I just got distracted," I said.
Mom looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. She clasped her hand in her lap, in the open spot between her crossed legs. "Were you able to finish those times? You know, cUmMiNg?" she said, and she was making fun of how I had just said 'you know, jerking off,' and I laughed at that for at least 10 seconds. My mom always knew how to make me feel better.
"Yeah, yeah, eventually I was always able to... get it back up, and finish."
Mom continued staring at me.
"But today with Amber, that's the only time it's happened with her. I probably could have gotten it back and, I mean... but I was so embarrassed.." I trailed off.
Earlier that evening, when my tallywhacker wasn't working properly with Amber, I basically shut down the whole sexual endeavor. I probably could have gotten it back, like I had just said. It was just so embarrassing I didn't know what to do.
"But it was just, you thought it was just because you got distracted?" Mom asked me.
"I think so. I mean, I don't know. I was paying attention to Amber but then... Mom, do we really have to talk about this?"
"Well, then let's talk options, Stephen," Mom said pragmatically.
Options? I asked myself.
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"Options?" I asked my mother.
"Well, sure. If you don't want to TELL about it, maybe you can just SHOW instead," Mom said cryptically.
"Show..." I asked her. What... was she...???
"Yes, Stephen. Show. If you don't want to have a detailed conversation about this, there's another way you can help me out here."
"Show?" I asked again.
"Yes. Actually, wait, have you even, uhm... well, ejaculated? Today, after Amber left?" Mom sounded concerned.
"Mom..." I begged.
"Stephen," Mom replied sternly.
"No," I sighed. "I didn't... ejaculate." Wow. Never thought I'd have to tell my mom that.
"Then, according to your reporting here, it sounds like you should be able to get an erection again."
"I... I guess so..." I replied sheepishly.
"And probably pretty easily, too," Mom added. "So, if you'd rather not tell, then you can show. You can show me that you can get an erection."
Who was this woman sitting next to me? And how did she look exactly like my mom? I groaned like I had never groaned before.
"Okay, well, then let's keep talking. Haven't you and Amber-"
Somehow, I decided it would be easier just to show my mom. I mean, it was nothing she hadn't seen before anyway. She'd walked in on me jerking off in the past. And I really, really didn't want to have an in-depth discussion about this with my mom. As crazy as it seemed, just showing her seemed easier.
And it's not like I could just leave her hanging. She was obviously terribly concerned about my health. I'd be a really shitty son if I didn't assuage her concerns...
I wasn't even really sure I would be able to get hard, in front of my mom like this. But I would try. For her sake, so she didn't have to worry about me.
"Mom, I don't really even know if I can get hard on command like this, it's kinda awkward," I said as I looked at my mom and unbuttoned my pants. I slowly unzipped as she replied:
"I think once you relax a little, it'll be fine. That is, if everything really is working down there." She raised one eyebrow at me, quickly glancing at my groin.
"It is, it is..." I replied, lifting my butt up from the couch as I slid my shorts down to my ankles. I left my loose-fitting boxers on. I was now just wearing boxers and a shirt.
"Let's take your shirt off too, Stephen," Mom suggested.
"Okay, Mom," I supposed it wasn't necessary, but I obeyed my mother and slipped my shirt off over my head.
I sighed as I pulled my boxers to the side... exposing myself to my mom.
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"Oh, wow! You trim!" Mom exclaimed as she clapped her hands together in front of her.
"Try not to get too excited, Mom," I teased her and rolled my eyes, and she rolled her eyes back. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, but I still wasn't sure I was going to be able able to get hard. But at least with my mom, I didn't have to feel embarrassed
"It just looks nice, that's all. Okay, so that's totally soft?" Mom asked, gazing down at my penis. I looked down at it too. It rested peacefully in my lap, laying serenely on a soft bed of dark pubic hairs that had grown to maybe one-eighth or one-quarter-inch since the last time I had run the buzzer over the area.
"Yeah, pretty much..." I replied.
"Well? Are you gonna get it hard?" Mom asked directly. She was still in a cross-legged position, and her hands fidgeted anxiously in her lap. Her eyes were fixated on my penis.
"Are you gonna get it hard for Mommy?" she teased me with a big dumb smile on her face, and I chuckled under my breath. "Jesus Christ," I breathed into my palm, which was covering most of my face.
"Well, I don't know!" Mom exclaimed. "I don't know what to say in this situation! It is kinda nice, though," she added, and her eyes bulged for a split second:
It may have moved.
"You don't have to say anything, Mom," I replied.
"Someone has to say something! It's a nice penis, anyway," she said, and I believe it moved again. Mom smiled. Then she started talking more:
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"Does it get much bigger when it's hard?" Mom asked me, and her voice had changed.
"Yeah, it gets a lot bigger," I told my mother truthfully. It had moved again, and was now beginning to lift itself up from the soft bed of short pubic hairs it had been resting on.
"I can't wait to see it, baby," Mom replied, and her voice had changed even more, somehow she was speaking quietly and loudly at the same time. Without even realizing it or thinking about it consciously, I had begun to stroke myself at the base of my shaft.
"There you go, baby," Mom intoned. "Stroke your cock for Mommy," she instructed me.
"Okay, Mom," I acquiesced, and I began stroking more up my shaft, and closer to the head, and I was rapidly growing harder, mostly from Mom's encouragement.
"Hold it up?" Mom asked me. I held my cock up from the base, but it still leaned over to the right.
"Okay, keep going," Mom said. "I think it can get harder than that."
"It can, Mom," I replied, and I was watching her face, and her eyes were watching me, and her mouth hung open, and I wondered how warm her saliva was.
"I think it gets harder when I talk about it," Mom smiled at me. "See!" she exclaimed, pointing at my penis. I was still stroking myself slowly, and I had felt the jolt in my shaft that she had apparently seen.
"I can't help it, Mom," I apologized to her, feeling a little ashamed at how excited I was getting from my mom asking me questions about my dick. She gave me a look that told me everything was okay. That everything would always be okay, no matter what.
Whatever silly little shame I felt melted away in an instant and was gone. And just her loving face had completed the job: I was pretty sure I was completely hard now.
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I held my self up from the base and looked over at my mom proudly. My body language probably said something like, "See, Mom? I told you my dick gets hard. Look at how big and hard it is right now. See? Look at how hard it got from you talking to me about it." I subconsciously thought about how I was basically completely naked in front of my mom. Sure, I still had my loose boxer shorts on, but they were pulled away from my groin and were bunched up around my hips a little like how my like Mom's shirt was bunched up on her.
My mom's shirt. Although Mom's shirt was bunched up around her waist, her waist and sides and breasts were still fully covered. But as she gazed at my erect penis with her mouth dangling open, I began to notice that I could see her nipples through her shirt. I thought about other times in the past when I had noticed her nipples, and quickly looked away.
So that she wouldn't notice me looking. So that I wouldn't notice her body. Like I was noticing and thinking about it now.
"Stephen," Mom began, laughing under her breath. "I've noticed you looking at my chest. It's okay. I know they're big."
She then used her hands to tuck her shirt under and around her breasts, outlining them so clearly that their shapes were clearly defined. And her nipples could be seen so plainly through the thin fabric of her shirt that even her areolas were plainly visible. It felt almost like seeing her completely topless.
Subconsciously, I had begun rubbing my shaft at the base. I realized what I was doing and froze.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked me. "Don't you need to cum?"
"I-- yeah, but-- Mom, I can't," I stammered, and she interrupted me.
"Yes you can, you can do it in front of me, I don't mind," she reassured me. "Actually, I'd like to see you have an orgasm, Stephen. It's not just about getting an erection, it's also important that you can stay hard until you're ready to ejaculate," she explained. I guess she was technically right.
Mom used her hands to press her breasts together, forming a long line of cleavage that went almost up to her neck. Her fingers dug into her nipples. I stared over at my mom's rocking boobs and began to slowly stroke myself again. Every once in a while she would jiggle her boobs left and right or up and down. Her breasts are so big and beautiful. I'm no expert, but I would be surprised if they were just Double-D's. They had to be bigger than that.
"Honey, would you mind if I held it for just a sec?" Mom asked me after I had been stroking for about a minute or so. "Just, uhm, just to test how hard it is," she clarified. I told her she could hold it.
"Okay, scoot over closer to me, baby," Mom instructed me. I obeyed her, scooting over until I was sitting right next to her. I could smell her shampoo. The same one she had used for as long as I can remember.
I held myself up again, but Mom lightly swatted my hand away. My penis pointed up at me, and Mom took my shaft in her right hand, holding me just below the head. She squeezed several times, and I throbbed in her hand. She pointed my erection in several different directions and she seemed to be feeling for the various resistances that the human erection can have. For example, if it's pushed forward to a certain point, it sort of resists going any farther. Mine does, anyway.
I was a little sad when my mom let go of me after only around fifteen seconds.
"Okay, thank you honey, I'm sorry if that was a little weird," Mom said as she pulled her hand away from my shaft.
"It's okay, Mom," I told her. "It felt kinda nice," I added carefully. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. I couldn't take it back now. Mom readjusted her shirt around her breasts as I began stroking myself again. What an incredible view. I was close enough that I could see the fabric of her shirt stretching around her nipples, and I believed that I could faintly see the darker, pinker skin of her nipples underneath.
"It felt really nice, baby," Mom agreed with me. "It's really hard. But you still need to finish, Stephen," she said, her eyes on my lap, my eyes on her breasts, wonderfully outlined by her shirt.
Hearing my mom say that made me begin stroking faster, going farther up my shaft now, stopping each time right under the head of my penis.
"That's good, baby," Mom encouraged me. "That's such a beautiful cock, baby," she added quietly.
My god. Hearing my mom say that was incredible. I felt harder and bigger than I had ever felt before.
I held myself up for my mom so she could see my penis more clearly. "You really like it, mom?" I asked her. I wanted her to say more wonderful things about my penis.
"Of course, of course I do, it's a perfect cock, baby," mom said, and then she sort of adjusted her seat and leaned forward, looking at the tip of my penis very closely.
"Honey, I think you're getting close!" she encouraged me. "Look, some stuff's already coming out! Would you hold it still for a sec?" she asked me. I answered by holding myself up as still as I possibly could.
I watched in disbelief as my mother gently swiped her index finger over the tip of my penis, smearing my precum over the head of my penis but mostly collecting it on her finger. My mouth hung open as I watched her clean her finger off in her mouth, closing her lips around her finger and closing her eyes for just a moment as she swallowed her son's precum.
"The taste is pretty much normal, so that's a good sign," Mom remarked to herself as I began stroking myself again, now going over the head of my penis as I stroked up and down.
"It's pretty good, actually," Mom said again, and she seemed to be moving something around in her mouth, and she swallowed again. Hearing her say that had made me even more excited. I began stroking faster, and a stream of precum leaked out of my penis and I used it to massage the head.
"Oh, wow, shiny..." mom said as I continued my business.
"Okay... Just... One sec..." Mom said thoughtfully as she delicately reached over into my lap once more, and this time she used her thumb, swirling it once over and once around the head of my penis. I paused and watched while she collected my fluid.
"Okay, carry on..." Mom said as she popped her thumb back into her mouth. She seemed to suck on it absentmindedly while watching me stroke myself.
After another minute or so, I was still stroking, still leaking, and Mom had a question for me:
"Do you think you're getting close?" she asked me, finally taking her thumb out of her mouth.
"I'm... I'm getting closer," I said, panting from the exertion that I did not realize was even there, thanks to my mom's incredible display of her breasts. I felt pretty awkward asking my mom this next thing:
"Could you... get me some tissues or a towel or... or something?" I was breathing heavily. I wasn't sure when, but I knew I was getting close.
"Honey, this might sound a little extreme, but I'd actually like you to finish in my mouth," Mom said plainly, as if she wasn't asking her teenage son to ejaculate into her mouth.
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What the fuck? She couldn't be serious? But she hadn't seemed to mind the taste, whatever little she got of it from my precum. Was this still just part of her trying to make sure I'm healthy? I pictured my mom's lips around the tip of my penis, and the excitement was too much: I would not be able to prevent myself from cumming for much longer.
"Mom, Mom--" I said urgently, and she interrupted me, sensing what was happening.
"Stand up, honey," she instructed me and I obeyed, standing up awkwardly from the couch, slowing down my pace to stop from cumming too quickly.
"I don't want this to get messy," Mom said to herself as she pulled her shirt off over her head. The hem caught separately on each of her massive breasts. Her nipples were pink and hard, scrunched up so the areolas were very small and wrinkled and crowded up against the center. I wished that her shirt had been off this whole time. I couldn't believe her breasts were naked in front of me. They were more glorious and wonderful than I ever would have imagined.
I watched my mom's breasts bouncing boobily as she quickly placed a pillow at my feet and kneeled down in front of me. I was now jacking off with my penis just 12 or 18 inches from her lovely face.
"Okay, honey," Mom said sweetly and pragmatically. I can just open up like this" -- and Mom held her mouth open wide for just a moment and said 'Ahhh!' like someone at the doctor's office -- "But I'd prefer if you just let me put your penis in my mouth when you ejaculate. What do you think, Stephen?" Mom looked ahead at my penis, which I now held firmly at the base of the head, doing my best to stave off the coming orgasm.
"That's... That's okay, Mom, you can suck it, Mom," I said desperately, inching closer to my mom's lovely face.
"I didn't mean I would exactly 'suck it', sweetheart, but -- Oh!!!" She exclaimed as I interrupted her. I couldn't help it -- I had begun ejaculating, and the first spurt of pale semen had landed over my mother's mouth, with some falling in between her lips and some more streaked from her lower lip to her upper lip.
Before another spurt could exit my throbbing urethra, Mom quickly stuffed the head of my penis into her mouth, her lips locked right at the base of it.
"Ahhb-" her mouth made a brief and urgent noise which was cut off as her lips gently closed around my shaft.
My mother looked up at me wide-eyed as I stroked myself into her warm mouth. She was nodding her head slightly each time another spurt of warm semen exited my penis. It seemed like she was encouraging me. "Yes, baby, cum for mommy," she might have said, if her mouth had not been full of my penis and filling with my semen.
I could feel her tongue pressed up against my penis underneath my urethra. It felt like her tongue was positioned so that each spurt of semen would flow over her tongue when it entered her mouth. But it felt like I was ejaculating so forcefully that it may have just been flying past her tongue, pelting the roof or the back of her mouth, and then dripping down to the bottom where it would form a small pool among her lower teeth.
When I was finally done, Mom closed her eyes and she seemed to swallow, while keeping most of the head of my penis in her mouth. As she swallowed, I could feel the pressure in her mouth increase, pulling the tip of my penis further into her mouth for just a moment.
I watched in disbelief as my mom's soft lips slurped over the head of my penis again and again, each time ending in a loving little kiss over my urethra before her lips dragged back up, staying on just the head of my penis, not yet actually disconnecting her mouth from me even for a moment.
The way she used her mouth on me made me feel so loved. Like she couldn't bear to take her mouth away from me. And then she finally did, but then she did something else that made me feel even better.
There was still, on her face, the one spurt from when I had begun cumming. Mom used her fingers and pushed everything into her mouth, then cleaned her fingers off for good measure.
She had swallowed every last drop.
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Mom held her hands up for me to take in mine.
"That was pretty good," she said a little clinically, pulling herself up from the floor. "You stayed hard the whole time, and do you normally ejaculate that, uhm, that forcefully?" Mom was still topless, and now she was standing right in front of me. I hate to say this, but I was probably gawking at her perfect breasts like an idiot teenager as we spoke, standing so close together in the living room as Jeff Goldblum watched us patiently from the frozen TV, and as my orgasmic fluid drained into my mom's stomach.
"I don't think so, it's uh, I mean did, like, did it come out-" I stammered. Mom still held my hands in hers between us and she caressed the backs of my fingers with her thumbs.
"Yes, honey, it came out really hard, very forcefully. That's a good sign though. You know, health-wise. Maybe you were just a little built-up from earlier? You know, with Amber?" she suggested, but that wasn't true at all. I was pretty sure Amber had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Mom's nipples were softening in front of me, and I noticed their texture becoming smooth as they seemed to grow in size. It was almost hypnotic. Not only did they smooth out and grow in size, but they lightened in color and were becoming closer to the shade of the the surrounding skin of her breasts.
"No, Mom, it's not from that," I finally said.
"Oh?" She almost sounded coy.
"It's just because I was really, really excited," I said quietly, looking away from her.
"Why were you so excited?" She asked me, gently taking my chin in her fingers and pointing my face up at her. She is slightly taller than me, so I had to look up just a little bit to meet her gaze.
"Because of doing this with you. Because of looking at you and... seeing more of you." I glanced down at her chest, then back up at her face. "Because of talking to you about this kind of stuff," I explained to her wonderful, non-judgmental face. I couldn't believe I had just said that to my mother, but I couldn't imagine having said anything else.
And then I added, because I couldn't lie by omission: "And because of you looking at me."
Mom's face turned red, and she smiled so hard that I worried she might cry, and she stepped towards me and slowly wrapped her strong arms around my shoulders and my torso. She held me close to her, and for the first time in what must have been a long time, the naked skin of our chests and stomachs were pressed together. Even though her wonderful breasts were smooshed up against my upper chest, I did not even think about that, I just thought about how warm and comforting she was, and how I didn't want to let go of her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
_____
Mom kissed me over my ear and neck, but in a motherly way, not a sexual way. There was barely any moisture on her lips when she kissed me like this.
"I feel a lot better now," Mom said, and I felt her embrace tighten around me, and she re-positioned her fingertips which were now gripping me intensely.
"But I think we'll need to try again a little later tonight," Mom said, and she had released me from her loving embrace and now held me with her hands firmly on my hips and she looked at me meaningfully. "One orgasm is expected, but another one in the same day would be a really, really good sign. Especially if your penis stays as hard as it did just now. So maybe let's go just one more time before bed?" She nodded hopefully at me.
I'm not sure what I said then, if I said anything at all. But I'm sure that I was smiling like an idiot.
"And we can just both get naked right off the bat. How does that sound?"
Now I hugged her again and this time my mind registered her nipples pressed firmly against my upper chest. My mommy kissed me over my neck and my ears and my face.
I told her I couldn't wait.
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[
"swallowing",
"taboo",
"incest",
"mother son",
"masturbation",
"precum",
"blowjob"
] |
Reclaimed in Mussoorie Ch. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/reclaimed-in-mussoorie-ch-03
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Gay Male
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Author's Note:
It doesn't happen in the room.
But it happens.
And once it does, he can't walk the same.
________________________________________
Ishaan woke up alone.
The first thing he noticed was the cold, not of the air, Mussoorie's mornings were still forgiving in February, but the absence. The bed beside his was empty, sheets neatly pulled back, a pillow untouched. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood soap and the leftover trail of Vikram's body.
He turned slightly.
And felt the tacky drag of dried cum pulling faintly at his inner thigh.
His breath caught, he didn't need to touch to know what it was, but he did anyway. His fingers moved slowly down the slope of his hip, brushing the bare curve of his ass, and found it, a patch of dried slickness on his skin, another crusted higher up on his balls.
From Vikram, from last night.
From the grinding that had made him moan into the sheets while trying to stay still.
Ishaan closed his eyes and exhaled.
He had expected more, expected Vikram to finally fuck him again, to break the teasing, the denial, and the games. He had felt the head of that thick cock drag between his cheeks over and over, had arched into it without thinking, had whispered, Please, fill me.
But Vikram had only said, Not tonight.
And then came on him, left his mark like a signature, and rolled away without another word.
The spanking had left a reminder too. Ishaan shifted again and felt it, that faint soreness across one cheek. He reached back, traced it with the edge of his fingernails, a faint swell, a heat that had outlived the slap.
He sat up slowly, his thighs still trembled faintly, his cock, somehow, was half-hard already.
The room was quiet, no movement from the hallway, no water running in the bathroom, no voice telling him what to do.
Vikram was already gone, of course he was.
Ishaan stood, bare feet on the cold wood floor, and made his way to the bathroom. The mirror caught his reflection like a punch.
His hair was a mess, his lips were swollen, there were faint shadows beneath his eyes, and a flush still lingered across his collarbone. But what struck him most was the shift he couldn't unsee, his body didn't just look like it had been used.
It looked like it wanted more.
He stepped under the hot shower, let it wash away the crust, sweat, and leftover slick. But not the memory, the water only made his hole twitch harder, every drop a tease, every shift of his weight a reminder.
He was still empty, still denied.
That wasn't going to last.
When he stepped out, towel wrapped low on his hips, he walked to the duffel bag to grab the kurta for the Haldi.
But his fingers brushed something else first, soft lace, crumpled at the bottom.
The panties.
He'd packed them thinking he might jerk off one night, breathe her in, stroke himself slow, and pretend he was still that guy, straight, in control, normal.
But after last night, that plan was long gone.
And now, the only thing his body craved was the thing Vikram had left for him, not the scent of a woman, but pressure, stretch, fullness.
If he wanted to be used, really used, he had to be ready.
He turned toward the dresser, now it wasn't the panties he was reaching for, it was the plug.
Pink silicone, smooth, familiar, deliberate.
He sat on Vikram's bed, the towel still under him, his legs slightly apart. The air was cold against his damp skin, but his cock was warming quickly, twitching against his thigh as he slicked the toy with lube.
Not because he was desperate, though he was.
But because he finally understood what Vikram was waiting for, not obedience, but ownership.
Ishaan braced one hand behind him, the other guiding the toy to his rim, his fingers circled slowly, his hole pulsed in anticipation. He hadn't touched himself yet today, didn't need to.
This wasn't about pleasure, it was about presence.
The plug slipped in with a soft pop, his breath hitched, his spine arched, his cock surged, already dripping at the tip without a single stroke.
He stayed there for a few seconds, panting softly, the pressure blooming inside him like something sacred.
He dressed slowly, carefully, no underwear.
A lemon-yellow kurta, just sheer enough to hint at what lay beneath, the fabric clung slightly at the thighs, the outline of his cock was visible if he shifted too fast. The plug, thankfully, was subtle, unless someone looked closely, unless someone knew.
Unless someone like Vikram wanted to see it.
Ishaan left the room ready, not for the Haldi, but to be used.
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By late morning, the courtyard was alive with gold.
Petals flew through the air in chaotic handfuls, aunties dipped fingers into stainless steel bowls of haldi paste, shouting over dhol beats as they smeared it onto the groom's cheeks, arms, and occasionally into his ears. Someone dropped a tray of marigolds, a group of cousins broke into impromptu dancing. It was loud, unapologetic, and blissfully distracting.
Ishaan wove through it all like a blade dipped in sugar.
His lemon-yellow kurta caught the sunlight at every angle, soft and translucent, just enough to look innocent. It clung to his torso with sweat, hugged his ass when he bent slightly. He walked like someone rehearsing innocence and failing at it beautifully.
The plug inside him had warmed to his body now, snug and constant, but the movement, the endless bending, dodging, smiling, and posing, made it shift in ways that lit up every nerve below his waist. Worse, his cock kept brushing against the kurta's fabric, already half-hard from the overstimulation.
He hadn't worn anything underneath, that had been the point, a test.
But now, crouched in the corner near the haldi bowls, trying to help an auntie reach a dropped spoon, he regretted everything.
He bent forward, and felt it: the back hem of his kurta lifting, the breeze hitting his upper thighs.
Shit.
He froze mid-crouch, knees spread slightly, ass arched just enough for the plug to press deeper.
Someone behind him chuckled. "Ishaan, bro, are you seriously squatting in those tight clothes? You're gonna flash us!"
His heart shot into his throat.
He turned his head slightly, Tanmay was grinning, holding a phone in one hand and a steel tumbler in the other. "Wear some boxers next time, man, this isn't your Insta thirst trap."
The guys nearby laughed.
Ishaan laughed too, tight, easy, and fake. "I'm just airing it out, bro, you should try it."
He stood slowly, careful to tug the kurta down without obvious panic.
His thighs were damp, his cheeks were flushed.
He looked around quickly, no one had seen anything, not really.
Across the courtyard, Vikram leaned against the trunk of a mango tree, arms folded, sunglasses on. His cream kurta was rolled up at the sleeves again, revealing the broad curve of his forearms, the faint sheen of sweat at his throat. He hadn't spoken to Ishaan since the previous night, but he watched him now, every second.
Ishaan smiled politely at Kunal's aunt when she handed him a laddoo, nodded along to some conversation about turmeric's glow-enhancing properties, and then caught Vikram's eye over the rim of his steel tumbler.
There it was again, that stare, that unreadable quiet.
It made the plug feel twice as thick.
He shifted his weight to one leg, felt the pressure against his prostate, his cock stirred immediately, the fabric of his kurta now dangerous.
He smiled, bit his lip, and looked away.
A few minutes later, Aditi appeared, draped in a soft yellow saree, laughing as she smeared haldi on someone's arm. She found Ishaan near the laddoo table and tapped his elbow.
"I hear you've been avoiding me," she said.
Ishaan turned. "I've been occupied."
She grinned, eyes flicking down briefly, whether at his kurta, his chest, or something else, he couldn't tell. "Shame, I was starting to think you got shy."
He let out a small laugh, nothing like yesterday's practiced swagger, this time, it was quiet, controlled, and honest.
"I'm not shy," he said. "Just not pretending anymore."
She raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Pretending?"
He smiled but didn't answer.
And that was it.
She laughed again and walked off to rejoin the crowd, no drama, no performance, just a woman who flirted and moved on.
Ishaan exhaled.
The pretending really was over.
Moments later, he passed behind the mango tree, close to where Vikram still stood, hands in his pockets now, mouth unreadable.
Ishaan didn't stop, just slowed enough to let their arms brush.
"I'm plugged," he whispered.
Vikram didn't react at first.
Then: a dry murmur, low and razor-sharp.
"You'll have to beg harder."
Ishaan's cock jumped in his pants.
He didn't look back, he didn't need to.
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The room was still warm when Ishaan slipped inside.
Afternoon sunlight bled through the sheer curtains, casting a gauzy golden wash over the beds, the furniture, the floor strewn with discarded formalwear from the morning's chaos. He shut the door behind him with a soft click, then paused. Breathed.
The plug was still inside him.
Still pulsing with every step, every breath, every heartbeat that reminded him he hadn't been touched since the night Vikram came on his back. That was almost 12 hours ago. He'd worn the toy through turmeric smears and auntie chatter. He'd smiled through it. He'd eaten sweets with it in him.
But his body hadn't forgotten what it was for.
And neither had he.
He moved slowly toward the dresser, fingers slipping over the collar of his kurta, undoing buttons with deliberate care. The air kissed his damp skin as he undressed, fabric falling away piece by piece until he was naked again. Nothing underneath. Just flushed skin, erect nipples, and the faint glisten of sweat where the plug sat perfectly tucked inside him.
The mirror caught him.
He turned slightly, just enough to see the way the plug's base nestled between his cheeks. He bent a little, testing the stretch, and shivered. The ache was sharper now. The emptiness louder. He needed to be filled. Fucked. Used.
And Vikram hadn't even looked at him today, aside from that dry, brutal line under the mango tree.
"You'll have to beg harder."
Ishaan swallowed hard.
Then climbed onto Vikram's bed. Not his own.
He crawled forward slowly, deliberately, knees parting as he moved, chest lowering to the mattress, ass arching higher in the air. He let his arms fold beneath him. Let his back curve. Let himself breathe like an offering. Like a whore.
Now he just waited.
Plugged. Naked. Presented.
It didn't take long.
A few minutes later, he heard the footsteps outside. The key turning in the lock. The door opening with a soft, ordinary creak.
He didn't move.
Didn't look.
Didn't speak.
Vikram entered like it was any other afternoon. Shut the door behind him. No gasp. No amusement. Just a slow inhale, and then the faint sound of his coat hitting the armchair.
Shoes off.
Kurta off.
Ishaan kept his eyes forward, the bedding soft under his cheek, his body tense with stillness. Waiting. Wanting.
The room stayed quiet.
Then he felt it, a palm, wide and rough, dragging slowly across the base of his spine. Down. Down. Across the cleft of his ass.
Vikram exhaled. Just once.
"Good," he said, like Ishaan was a kept thing. A made thing. "But you're not getting fucked yet."
Ishaan whimpered.
Then, another sound. Zipper.
Vikram stepped closer, cock already hard in his hand, heavy and flushed. Ishaan didn't dare look, but he could feel it. The weight of it in the air. The presence.
Then Vikram's hand fisted in his hair. Yanked his head up. Ishaan gasped, mouth falling open instinctively, and Vikram fed his cock into it without a word.
The first push was shallow. Testing.
The second punched into the back of Ishaan's throat.
His gag was loud, wet, desperate, but he didn't move away. He held it. Eyes watering, drool sliding from his lips before he even started to suck.
Vikram's hand tightened in his hair.
"Yeah," he growled. "Open up, slut. Show me what you're good for."
Ishaan moaned around the thickness, drool dripping down his chin, knees spread wider now.
He'd waited for this.
And he was just getting started.
Ishaan's throat clenched around the thickness of him, the familiar stretch already triggering that helpless rush to his cock. He wasn't touching himself, not allowed to. But that didn't stop it from twitching between his thighs, already dripping onto Vikram's sheets. His whole body responded like muscle memory, like training being reactivated.
Vikram's hips pushed forward again, the next thrust deeper. Crueler.
Ishaan gagged, and Vikram didn't pause, just held his head there, cock deep in his throat, forcing him to breathe through his nose, to feel every inch.
"Don't move," Vikram murmured above him. "You begged to be used. This is you being used."
Ishaan whimpered, eyes stinging, cheeks wet from spit and pressure. His fingers curled tight in the blanket. He didn't try to pull back. Just relaxed his jaw, welcoming the brutal rhythm that followed.
Vikram began to fuck his face in slow, grinding thrusts. Not fast. Not rushed.
Just filthy.
His cock dragged against Ishaan's tongue, pressed past his tonsils again and again. Ishaan could feel the spit gathering under his chin, slicking his throat, strings of it spilling down to his chest.
His nose brushed the base each time. His lips were stretched wide, raw.
He moaned, choked, moaned again.
Vikram's grip in his hair shifted, guiding him now like a puppet.
"That's it," he growled. "Took you long enough to remember what you were good at."
Ishaan couldn't answer. But his body did, arching harder, hole clenching around the plug, thighs quivering from the pressure.
He needed release.
He needed to be filled.
And this, this choking submission, was the closest he could get right now.
Vikram groaned above him, cock twitching in his mouth. His other hand reached down, slapped Ishaan's ass once, sharply, making the plug shift.
Ishaan jolted. A desperate noise broke from his throat, one that vibrated right around Vikram's shaft.
"You like being plugged while your mouth gets fucked?" Vikram sneered. "Pathetic. You're leaking on the sheets."
He was.
Ishaan's cock hadn't stopped dripping. A full smear of precum soaked the bedding below him, untouched, unrelieved.
Vikram pulled out suddenly, dragging his cock free with a wet pop. Ishaan gasped, coughing, spit hanging in strings from his lips.
"Face up," Vikram said. "Now."
Ishaan turned. Got on his back, head tilted over the side of the mattress. His throat was open, lips parted, eyes already glossy.
Vikram stroked himself once, twice, and then groaned as he painted Ishaan's face in hot, pulsing ropes of cum.
Across his cheek. His lips. His chin.
Some of it landed in his open mouth.
Ishaan swallowed instinctively.
"Good boy," Vikram muttered.
He tucked himself back into his pants, not even looking down again.
Ishaan stayed on his back, breathing ragged, his chest rising and falling.
Cum cooling on his face.
Plug still locked inside him.
He hadn't even touched his cock.
And he hadn't been allowed to cum.
Not yet.
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By the time the Mehendi ceremony began in the afternoon, the sun had softened into a mellow glow over the hills. Long shadows stretched across the resort courtyard as family members gathered under a shaded canopy where low mattresses had been arranged in rows. Brass trays held cones of henna, and someone was already negotiating Bollywood song requests with the DJ.
The crowd buzzed with a different kind of energy than Haldi. It was calmer. Dressed-up. More photogenic than chaotic. Where Haldi was mischief and noise, Mehendi was elegance and indulgence: iced drinks, satin lehengas, and aunties comparing arm designs like teenagers.
Ishaan arrived a few minutes late, still in traditional clothes; this time a pale cream kurta with subtle green embroidery, pajama trousers that sat just tight enough around his thighs, and a dupatta slung low over one shoulder. He was back to clean and polished, hair styled, lips unchapped, his neck free of sweat. But underneath it?
He was still plugged.
Still aching from the blowjob that Vikram had ended across his face without giving him anything in return.
It made everything feel louder: the scrape of chair legs, the sting of citrus in his mocktail, the heavy cling of cotton when he sat too quickly. He felt stretched. Full. Over-aware of his body in ways no one around him would ever guess.
Vikram didn't sit beside him.
He stood near the drink counter in an off-white linen kurta with a collar slightly undone, talking to someone's cousin about whiskey brands in Mumbai. His sunglasses hung from his neckline. He looked unbothered. Utterly in control.
But his eyes kept drifting.
And every time Ishaan caught them, just barely, just briefly, it made the plug inside him shift with want.
They hadn't spoken since the blowjob.
And maybe they didn't need to.
Vikram passed behind him once during the function. Didn't say a word. Just adjusted the back cushion Ishaan was sitting against, letting the backs of his fingers graze the arch of Ishaan's spine. Another time, he placed a glass of cold lime soda near Ishaan's hand. Their fingers didn't touch, but the condensation dripped over Ishaan's knuckles, and Vikram's voice brushed close:
"Drink. You'll need the hydration."
It wasn't a suggestion.
"We're going for a hike after this," he added, casually.
Ishaan sipped obediently, cock twitching under the thin fabric of his trousers. The plug pulsed inside him like a secret, every throb a reminder that Vikram still hadn't taken what Ishaan had already given.
He crossed his legs slowly.
Tried not to whimper.
Around him, girls laughed as mehendi cones spiraled into delicate vines across their arms. A cousin's kid was singing loudly off-key. Someone offered him a mango lassi. He nodded. Took it. Sipped.
But his eyes were on Vikram again.
Still watching. Still waiting.
And somewhere beneath the soft spill of henna and the scent of rosewater and citrus, Ishaan's need was rising. Thick. Wordless. Demanding.
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By late afternoon, the courtyard began to thin out. The aunties were comparing their palms, someone was arguing about how long to keep the mehendi on, and the cousins had started taking slow-motion videos for Instagram.
Ishaan used the lull to disappear.
Back in the suite, the lighting had changed; the golden pre-evening hue now cast long shadows across the floor. The air was quiet. Still faintly scented with Vikram's cologne, though he wasn't inside.
Ishaan stripped again.
This time it felt different. Intentional.
He folded the kurta carefully and pulled out his outfit for the "casual sunset hike" they'd agreed on earlier, announced to no one in particular. Just a reason to stretch their legs. Maybe explore a trail or two behind the resort before dinner.
He hadn't even asked where they were going.
Because it didn't matter.
He'd been plugged since morning: tight, aching, half-hard the entire day. It had felt insane at first, walking around like that. Sitting through breakfast. Pretending to listen during haldi and mehendi. But now it just felt normal. Expected.
Still, before changing, he slipped into the bathroom, cleaned himself out quickly, and replugged with slow, steady breaths, tighter than before, firmer. Ready. Ishaan wanted to be prepared at all times, for whenever Vikram finally decided he'd begged enough to be fucked.
He slipped on the tight white pants slowly, pulling them up over bare legs. No underwear. As the fabric stretched across his ass, the shape of the plug was faintly visible if he bent a certain way or stood under direct light.
Which he intended to do.
He tugged on a fitted black t-shirt over his chest, one that clung to the slope of his back and hugged the outline of his biceps. Clean, athletic. Deceptively modest. The kind of outfit that might fool everyone, except Vikram.
He heard the door click open.
Didn't turn around.
Vikram stepped inside, sunglasses still on, a water bottle in one hand. He gave Ishaan a single look: up, down, lingering, and didn't speak.
Didn't need to.
He changed quickly. Tossed on track pants and a loose T-shirt. Packed a small sling bag: water, a power bar, a folded jacket. Nothing else.
The silence between them was taut.
"You ready?" Vikram finally asked.
Ishaan nodded. "Yeah."
"Good." He opened the door again. "Let's go."
No one stopped them as they exited. No one asked where they were off to. The resort was still buzzing behind them; waitstaff prepped dinner tables, families posed in mehendi poses near the fountain. They slipped away unseen.
The trail behind the property wound up into the hills, rough stone and wildflowers, patches of pine needles soft underfoot. The air smelled like cedar and dirt and moss.
They didn't speak.
Vikram walked behind.
And Ishaan felt it—his gaze, steady and territorial, fixed low. On the obscene way the white fabric hugged his ass. On the way it flexed with each step, the plug pressing deeper with every incline.
Ishaan's cock was already hard by the time they reached the first bend.
And the woods were just getting started.
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The trail narrowed as they climbed higher.
Pine trees bent low overhead, throwing dappled shadows across the uneven dirt path. Wildflowers peeked through patches of grass along the edges: violet, yellow, burning orange. Each step crunched softly underfoot. Birds called to each other in the quiet, and the slope began to level out as the hill opened into a narrow, sunlit ledge overlooking the entire valley.
Ishaan's breath was uneven.
He wasn't winded from the walk. Not exactly. But the plug inside him shifted with every stride, pressing against him just right, just wrong, reminding him with every step that he hadn't been allowed to cum since yesterday morning. He'd walked through the haldi soaked in turmeric, through the mehendi glistening with sweat, through brunch, through laughter, through teasing glances, through Vikram's silence. Still full and denied.
Vikram walked behind him, every footstep deliberate, unhurried, predatory. There wasn't a sound between them, but Ishaan could feel the stare: low, focused, heavy.
A few steps later, the path curved again and opened into a rock clearing. Flat, sun-warmed stone flanked by tall wild grass and trees whose roots gnarled like claws from the hillside. The view was enormous: valley below, cliffs in the distance, no houses, no signs of human life. Just the faintest hum of wind and cedar and afternoon heat.
Vikram stopped walking.
Ishaan paused too, standing just before the edge.
Still no words.
Then, softly, like an invocation:
"Strip."
Ishaan turned halfway.
The look on Vikram's face was unreadable.
"Here?"
Vikram's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I said," he murmured, stepping forward, "Strip. Present yourself."
He'd waited seven years to say that again. Not in jest. Not as a dare. But like this: quiet, brutal, earned. Ishaan didn't know it yet, but this moment had been choreographed in Vikram's head every time he'd seen him bent over a suitcase, stretching after a jog, standing too close.
The words hit harder than a slap. Ishaan's heart started hammering. The late sun burned hot across his cheeks. He looked around instinctively: trees, rocks, grass. Nothing. No one. Only the air. The quiet. The weight of the moment settling over him like a new skin.
He hesitated for one more breath.
Then obeyed.
His fingers moved to the waistband of his tight white pants, unbuttoning slowly. He didn't break eye contact. Didn't speak. Just slid them down, inch by inch, exposing the glisten of sweat on his thighs, the tight curve of his bare ass, and the gleaming blush-pink plug nestled perfectly between his cheeks.
No underwear. Of course.
The pants pooled at his ankles. He stepped out of them.
Then, he peeled off the black t-shirt, deliberate, slow, lifting it over his head and letting it drop soundlessly to the ground.
His cock stood half-hard already, wet at the tip, pulsing, untouched.
Vikram didn't smile. Didn't speak.
He just looked. Head tilted slightly. As if studying something rare. Or reclaimed.
It wasn't just about control. It was about proof: proof that Ishaan had never sealed shut. That seven years of women, suits, gym photos, and silence hadn't erased what Vikram had built in Goa. This ass, pink and wet, remembered him.
Ishaan moved without needing to be told. Got down onto his knees beside the largest flat rock, arched his back, and lowered his chest to the stone. Presented.
Completely exposed. Plug still in. Ass up. Mouth open with breath.
Vikram stepped closer. Unzipped.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of wind in the trees and Ishaan's breathing: fast, shallow, uneven.
Then, skin.
The heat of Vikram's cock pressed flat against his crack. Just resting there. Heavy. Hot. Alive.
Then came the first slap.
His cock dragged across Ishaan's ass and slapped against his plugged hole: once. Twice. Again. The sound was wet. Obscene.
"Say it," Vikram said low, his voice all gravel and slow thunder. "Say what you are."
Ishaan's mouth parted. He was panting.
"Say it," Vikram repeated, slapping his cock again, harder this time, making the plug shift.
Ishaan gasped.
"I'm," he swallowed, "I'm your hole."
Vikram's hand gripped his ass, spreading him wider.
"Louder."
Ishaan trembled. The breeze cooled the spit already gathering on his inner thigh.
"I'm just a hole. Yours. Use me."
Vikram growled softly behind him. The cock-slaps slowed. The next one landed with more purpose, right against the base of the plug.
Then came the sound Ishaan had been aching for.
Spit.
Vikram leaned in, spat directly on the base of the plug. It dripped down warm, thick, filthy.
Ishaan moaned into the rock.
"You've been full all day," Vikram murmured. "Stretching yourself out. Plugged for me."
He placed one hand flat between Ishaan's shoulder blades, pushing him lower into the stone. The other wrapped around the plug and twisted: slow, gentle, threatening.
"You ready, little bitch?"
Ishaan moaned again, nodded rapidly. "Yes. Please. Please, use me."
Vikram pulled the plug out slowly.
The stretch was a mix of pressure and release, a soft pop as the toy slid free with a wet sound. Ishaan gasped, body twitching, hole clenching reflexively around nothing.
Vikram set the pink plug on the stone beside Ishaan's cheek, like a filthy trophy.
Then another sound: spit again.
Vikram smeared it with two fingers. Slid them in, briefly. Just enough to stretch him, tease him, make him gasp.
Then those fingers left.
And Vikram's mouth took their place.
The first swipe of tongue against Ishaan's exposed, pulsing rim made him cry out.
"Oh fuck... Vik."
But he couldn't even finish the name. Vikram was devouring him. Hungry. Possessive.
He licked in deep, over and over, flattened his tongue and shoved it against that stretched rim like he was eating out his favorite meal.
He didn't rim Ishaan to tease him. He did it to break him in. To remind this soft little body what hunger could taste like when it came from someone who knew where every nerve was buried.
His hands gripped Ishaan's thighs tight, spreading him wide, holding him down. He spat again between licks. Bit lightly. Lapped it back up.
Ishaan's arms gave out. His chest hit the stone fully.
He moaned into the rock, drooling, grinding against nothing.
"Please... fuck... please."
Vikram didn't answer.
He just licked deeper, faster, then pulled back slightly and spoke low into Ishaan's slicked hole:
"You want to be filled again?"
Ishaan's voice broke. "Yes. Yes, anything. Please..."
"You're going to take it all—"
And then Vikram stood.
The sound of his palm slapping against his cock was sharp. Hot. He was stroking himself now, lined up, coated in spit, shaft glistening, aimed like a weapon.
"Say it again," he growled.
Ishaan arched harder. "I'm yours. Just your hole. I need you to fuck me."
Vikram pressed the head of his cock against that dripping, stretched rim.
"Good boy."
And then—
No warning. No slow ease. He wasn't offering pleasure. He was reclaiming property.
He pushed forward.
The first thrust was brutal.
Vikram didn't ease in. Didn't pause for breath or resistance. His cock punched through the slick, stretched ring of Ishaan's hole in one sharp, claiming motion.
Ishaan screamed.
Not from pain, though it burned, but from the overwhelming, devastating stretch of it. The pressure. The invasion. The instant loss of control.
"F-fuck, Vikram!"
Vikram grunted behind him, already balls-deep, already fully inside.
"Tight," he growled, hips jerking forward again. "Still so fucking tight."
Ishaan braced against the rock, fingers scrambling for purchase, legs already shaking. The sun beat down on his bare back, sweat slipping down his spine. But all he could feel, really feel, was Vikram. Inside him. Filling him.
Owning him.
Again.
Vikram pulled halfway out. Ishaan's body tried to pull him back, clenching, twitching, hungry. Like it couldn't stand the absence. Like it had already forgotten anything but Vikram's cock.
He then slammed back in, setting a pace that was merciless from the start. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the clearing: wet, fast, raw. Slap after slap after slap.
Ishaan sobbed into the stone.
"You wanted this," Vikram said. His voice was low, measured, cruel. "Strutting around plugged like a little tease. Bending over for laddoos."
Another thrust. Deeper.
"You begged to be used."
Ishaan whimpered. "Yes... yes... I—fuck—"
Ishaan reached back with trembling fingers.
He needed to feel it. Needed to touch what was ruining him.
His fingertips slid over the slick stretch of his own hole: red, raw, pulsing around the thick base of Vikram's cock. Lower still, his knuckles brushed against the heavy swing of Vikram's balls, slapping wetly with every thrust.
He gasped at the sensation.
At the obscene reality of it. Of how full he was. How deep Vikram was lodged inside.
Vikram let him.
For one filthy, humiliating minute, he let him.
"Yeah?" he said, voice sharp above him. "Like feeling how wrecked you are?"
Ishaan moaned, nodding, breathless, still groping at the base of that cock like it was a lifeline.
But the moment was short.
Vikram yanked his hands away, roughly, pinning them down against the rock.
"That's enough," he growled. "You don't touch. You take."
Vikram's palm came down hard on his ass, smack, then again, until the skin bloomed red beneath his grip.
"Fucking slut. Seven years and this hole's still trained."
He reached forward, grabbed Ishaan by the throat, and pulled him upright.
Ishaan gasped, back arched, Vikram's cock still drilling into him from behind. The pressure of that hand around his neck, tight, controlling, made his vision blur for a second, made his cock pulse between his legs.
"Breathe," Vikram whispered, lips at his ear. "Just enough."
Ishaan moaned through the pressure, the pleasure blooming so violently inside him it felt like it might rip through his skin.
"Say it," Vikram hissed. "Tell me what you are."
Ishaan choked out the words.
"I'm... your whore. Your hole."
"Louder."
"I'm your slut! Please... please... fuck me, fill me."
Vikram's hips stuttered, a growl tearing from his throat as he slammed into him again, harder. Rougher.
The grip on Ishaan's neck loosened. He was shoved back down onto the stone. Hips locked open. Hole spread wide.
The stone scraped his knees bloody. His shins burned. His shoulders ached from being forced down like livestock. But the worst was inside: a sore, swollen ache where Vikram kept hitting the same spot again and again.
Ishaan felt it rising, impossibly fast.
That unbearable fullness. The heat. The edge he hadn't been allowed to reach in days. It was too much. He was going to.
"I'm gonna... Vikram... I..."
Vikram didn't slow. He leaned forward, one hand fisting in Ishaan's hair, the other pressed against his lower back, forcing him down, pinning him there.
"No hands," he whispered. "Show me how good you've learned."
Ishaan came like he'd been triggered. No touch. No warning. Just Vikram's cock wrecking him and that voice in his ear. His whole body snapped, heels kicking, thighs locking, hole milking the cock inside like it had been trained to do exactly this.
A pulse that dragged a groan from deep in Vikram's chest. Hands-free. Body jerking.
Cum sprayed across the rock beneath him, thick and white and obscene. He cried out, long, broken, shaking as his cock pulsed untouched against the hot stone.
Vikram didn't say a word.
He just looked down at the mess twitching under him, cum slick on the stone, Ishaan's back arching, hole still fluttering around his cock like it hadn't had enough.
He tilted his head, almost amused.
His body still knew the drill.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Just breathed.
Ishaan lay panting, wrecked, chest heaving against the rock.
His thighs were trembling, his back damp with sweat and grit. Every breath made his ribs sting where they pressed into rock. But the stretch between his legs was worse: a deep, bruised pulse that throbbed each time Vikram moved, as if his hole had been split then sewn back together with cock.
One orgasm in, and already coming without touch.
He's not even halfway gone.
Then Vikram grinned, and started moving again.
"Didn't even need to touch that useless cock," he said. "Goa didn't just ruin your hole. It rewired it."
He spat down onto Ishaan's ass again. Slapped it once more.
He'd trained him for this, without mercy, without praise. Not to cum from cock or hand, but from surrender. Seeing it happen again was like watching a machine reboot after years of silence.
"That cock's for decoration. This hole's your real brain now."
Ishaan sobbed again, too full to speak.
Vikram leaned in, voice filthy in his ear.
"You're my good whore... my perfect filthy bitch."
Vikram pulled out slow, wet and thick, his cock dragging slick through Ishaan's ruined hole. He watched it twitch, gaping wide, lips stretched open and leaking.
"Look at that greedy ass," he murmured, half to himself, chest rising.
He bent over, spit down hard, letting it splatter between Ishaan's cheeks, then smeared it in with two fingers, rough, possessive, pressing deep into the wreckage he'd made.
Ishaan whimpered, body shuddering.
Vikram didn't pause. He leaned forward, swiped his fingers through the mess Ishaan had spilled earlier across the stone, thick, white, warm.
"You cum like a bitch in heat," he sneered. He rubbed it all over his cock, coating himself in it, slow and deliberate, like war paint. "Now I'll fuck you with it."
Then he shoved back in. Fast. Wet. Slicked with Ishaan's own shame.
Ishaan cried out, legs trembling as the slicked length slammed into him, loud and wet.
Vikram grabbed his hips, anchored him still. "You feel that? That's your own filth inside you."
Ishaan couldn't take anymore. But he was going to.
Because Vikram wasn't done. Not even close.
Vikram didn't move. Not yet.
He just watched, watched the twitching hole, the leaking thighs, the glazed-over stare.
Ishaan was ruined. But not broken.
That needed fixing.
"You came so fast," he muttered. "Like a fucking slut who's been waiting years."
He pulled out slowly, just halfway, then slammed back in so hard that Ishaan's knees nearly gave out. A helpless sound fell from Ishaan's lips, somewhere between a sob and a plea.
"You think we're done?" Vikram muttered. "You think you get to cum and collapse?"
His voice was low, ragged, animal.
He pulled out fully, and Ishaan gasped at the sudden emptiness. A string of slick stretched from his twitching hole to Vikram's cock, glistening in the light.
Vikram swiped his cockhead through the mess, smearing it deliberately across Ishaan's taint and balls.
"You're dripping like a broken faucet. How many times have you leaked like this for a girl?"
Ishaan whimpered. Didn't answer.
Vikram slapped his inner thigh. "Exactly. Never."
"On your back," Vikram ordered.
Ishaan didn't hesitate. He shifted, chest heaving, limbs shaking. As he lay back, his eyes flicked to Vikram's cock, still angry, thick, veined, wet.
Theupt rough dry earth scraped his back as he lay down on the grassy patch beside the stone, legs spread, cock soft but still leaking.
He'd just cum. He should've been done. But his hole clenched at the sight.
Vikram knelt between his thighs, spit dripping from his mouth, cock slick with both of them.
He stared down for a second, at Ishaan's body laid bare in the open like a ruined offering. Wind in his hair. Dirt on his elbows. Cum cooling across his abdomen.
Then he leaned in, and entered again. Missionary this time.
No teasing. No warning. Just a brutal push, like he owned the space.
The entire cock disappeared in one motion.
Deeper. Meaner. The angle obscene.
Ishaan arched instantly.
His toes curled. His cock twitched uselessly.
He wasn't even hard, but his body pulsed like it was begging for more.
"Oh... fuck... fuck—yes."
Vikram didn't let up.
He grabbed Ishaan's thighs, folded them toward his chest, and pounded down into him, balls slapping against spit-slick skin.
Ishaan's head tilted back. Eyes rolled. Every thrust knocked breath out of him.
"You're not hiding anymore," Vikram growled.
He looked down, not at Ishaan's body, but his eyes.
Wide. Wet. Ashamed.
That's what he wanted.
Not the moaning. Not the begging. But the break.
"This is what you are. This is where you belong." He pressed harder.
Ishaan moaned, legs trembling. The grass beneath him flattened, damp with sweat and cum.
Then they both froze.
Voices.
Somewhere below. Far off. But real.
A group. Tourists. Talking, laughing.
Ishaan's eyes went wide.
He opened his mouth, to say something, to warn, but Vikram slapped a hand over it.
"No."
The thrusts didn't stop.
"Let them hear," Vikram whispered, voice hot against his ear. "Let them know you're being ruined on a hilltop."
Ishaan whimpered behind his palm.
The next few thrusts came sharper. Crueler. Slower but deliberate.
Vikram pulled his hand back, just enough to let Ishaan speak.
"Say it."
Ishaan was gasping now. Voice a whisper.
"They'll... they'll hear."
"Say. It."
A pause.
Then, broken:
"I'm your slut."
"Louder."
Ishaan screamed.
"I'm your fucking slut!"
Birds scattered from the nearby branches.
And the tourists? Laughter faded. Footsteps passed in the distance.
Vikram grinned. Didn't stop.
"Good boy."
The scream echoed into the trees like a hymn. Vikram didn't care if the hikers below had heard. He almost hoped they had. Let them wonder what kind of man could make another forget the world just by being inside him.
He stayed deep inside Ishaan for a long moment. Let him feel it. Let him burn.
Then pulled out again.
"On top," he said. "Show me what else you remember."
"Don't act shy now," he added, slapping Ishaan's thigh as he moved.
"You rode me like a pornstar in Goa. Let's see if that muscle memory's still intact."
Ishaan's legs were shaking as he straddled Vikram.
He hesitated. Just for a second.
Straddling Vikram like this, on top, in daylight, fully aware, felt more exposing than being bent over a rock.
But the moment passed.
His thighs tensed. And he lowered himself, moaning as he opened again.
They'd shifted positions again: Vikram now sitting on the grass, sweat gleaming on his chest, cock standing slick and thick from between his legs. Ishaan hovered above, still flushed, still leaking, thighs tacky with cum. His hands braced on Vikram's knees behind him as he eased down, the tip already lined up against his slick hole.
"Go on," Vikram muttered, voice sharp. "Seat yourself."
Ishaan moaned and sank down.
The stretch hit again, deep, searing, perfect. His eyes fluttered shut, spine arching as his hole swallowed Vikram's cock, inch by thick inch. He was already stretched, already filled to the edge, but riding him made it feel deeper. More devouring.
More dangerous.
Vikram reached up, gripping Ishaan's waist tightly, then sliding a hand up his back until his palm wrapped around Ishaan's throat from behind.
"Keep your pace," he said. "Don't fucking stop."
Ishaan began to ride.
For a second, he wasn't on the mountain.
He was on that hostel bed in Delhi, hips bouncing in the dark, the curtains closed, trying not to moan too loud.
But this was worse. This was daytime. Grass under his knees. A man under him, smirking like this was destiny.
He didn't stop riding.
Slow at first, grinding his hips back, letting Vikram sink in and out, wet sounds filling the clearing. His toes curled into the grass, thighs clenching as he bounced, ass slapping down again and again on Vikram's lap.
Vikram growled.
"Just like that. Bounce for me."
Ishaan gasped.
The hand around his throat tightened, not enough to cut off air fully, but just enough to make every breath feel precious. Earned.
"You're not riding for yourself," Vikram said behind him. "You ride for me. You ride because you fucking belong on my cock."
Ishaan picked up speed.
Sweat dripped down his spine, pooling at the small of his back. His hands slid forward, gripping Vikram's shins now, using them for leverage as he fucked himself on that cock, obscene and wet and feral.
Then he slowed, just a second, one hesitation too many.
Smack.
Vikram's palm landed hard on his ass.
Ishaan yelped.
"You stop when I say," Vikram growled. "Now bounce."
Ishaan whimpered and started again, faster this time, the slap still burning into his skin.
"That's my good boy. My little fucking machine."
Vikram's hand tightened on his throat again, and he sat up slightly, bringing his lips close to Ishaan's ear.
"For years you've been pretending this wasn't you," he hissed. "Dressing like a man. Fucking women. Acting straight."
He'd watched Ishaan disappear behind suits and startup jargon, dating models like that could cleanse him. But this was the truth: pink thighs bouncing, hole dripping, body remembering what his pride tried to erase.
He slammed up into Ishaan.
"But this leaking hole? This slutty little ass? It never forgot me."
Ishaan choked on a moan. His eyes were wide, mouth open, body twitching.
"You think this is a relapse?" Vikram growled. "A mistake?"
Another thrust. Brutal.
"No, Ishaan. This is the start of your real fucking life."
Ishaan sobbed aloud.
"You're mine now. My cumdump. My little bitch in tight pants with a plug up his hole just waiting for cock."
He rode harder, nearly crying, every word pushing him closer to the edge.
"Every hike. Every trip. Every hotel. I'm going to spread you open and fill you again. And again. And again."
"You think some girls, some job, some gym body changes this?"
"No, baby. That hole was always mine."
He thrust up again, brutal.
"Your body's just been waiting for my cock to come back and claim it."
"You had your chance to stop this in Goa."
Vikram's hands gripped his ass tight now, forcing him to grind slow.
"But now?"
Slap.
Ishaan screamed.
"Now it's too fucking late. Even if you cry, even if you run, this ass will remember who it belongs to."
"You could be fucking a girl tomorrow, missionary, lights off, all normal. But deep down, this loose, twitching hole will still ache for me."
And with those words.
Ishaan came like a fucking pornstar on camera, loud, messy, desperate.
No hands. Just hips grinding, hole fluttering, and Vikram's cock punching up into the softest part of him.
His body didn't ask permission. It just obeyed.
His cock jerked once, then erupted, spraying Vikram's chest with hot, eager filth. Strings of cum landed on pecs, collarbone, abs.
He watched it land, humiliated, but couldn't stop the sound that tore from his throat.
His whole body convulsed, trembling, quaking as his hole tightened around the cock still inside him.
He hadn't even meant to moan.
He wanted to hold it in. But it ripped out anyway, like his whole body needed to tell the truth.
Vikram laughed, short and dark. "You fucking put on a show, didn't you?"
"You're going to leak for me, ache for me, moan for me until you're old and ruined."
He slammed in deep, hard enough to jolt Ishaan's spine.
"This hole is my fucking legacy."
Then he paused, buried deep, cock pulsing but not spent, and held Ishaan there, impaled and twitching.
Their sweat steamed in the cool mountain air.
Ishaan sagged forward, limp with aftershock, barely able to hold himself up. His hole throbbed around the thick cock still lodged inside him, fluttering with each aftershock.
His ass burned with each bounce now, not from friction, but from overuse. Each time he lowered himself, it was like sitting down on something cracked open. His rim felt raw, swollen, wet.
Vikram looked down, at the streaks of fresh cum striping his chest and stomach, Ishaan's second orgasm still dripping warm down his skin.
He scraped two fingers through it, slow, deliberate, and brought them up to Ishaan's mouth.
"Eat it," Vikram said. Not a suggestion. A sentence.
Ishaan opened like it was instinct, slack-jawed, mind blank, face tilted for the drip.
Somewhere beneath that eager mouth was the same boy who once bragged about threesomes and tequila-fueled head. Now he sucked cum off fingers like it was scripture.
Vikram pushed his fingers in, deep, messy, smearing the salty mess across Ishaan's tongue, his lips, the back of his throat.
"You're leaking from both ends now," Vikram growled, thrusting his fingers in and out of Ishaan's mouth as he stayed buried inside his ass. "Filthy fucking thing."
Ishaan moaned around the intrusion, suckling, licking. His tongue dragged across Vikram's knuckles like he was starving for it.
Vikram scooped up another handful of cum and fed it to him again.
"You shoot your load like a little bitch," he growled. "Now swallow like one."
Ishaan didn't stop until Vikram's fingers were clean, spit-slick, glistening, sucked dry.
Then he paused, buried deep, cock pulsing but not spent, and held Ishaan there, impaled and twitching.
Their sweat steamed off their bodies in the cool mountain air. Ishaan was sagging forward, limp with aftershock, barely able to hold himself up. His hole throbbed, stuffed full, spasming around the girth still inside him.
Vikram's hands gripped Ishaan's hips firmly, then moved.
Without warning, he lifted him.
Ishaan gasped, caught off balance, muscles too loose to resist. Vikram slid out, slowly, obscenely, and the exit made Ishaan whimper. Cum slicked his inner thighs. He was already leaking.
Still, Vikram said nothing.
He guided Ishaan forward, rough but steady, to a nearby tree just a few feet away.
The bark was pale and peeling, warm in the light. Vikram pressed Ishaan forward, his chest scraping against the trunk. Ishaan braced his arms against the bark as best he could, still shuddering, his thighs wet with both their filth.
Bark bit into his nipples as he bent forward, the rough texture dragging painfully against his raw skin. It grounded him in the filth. His cock, still wet from earlier spills, smeared another weak trail down the tree.
"Hold on," Vikram said, voice quiet now. Dangerous.
Then he stepped up behind him, and entered again.
Hard.
He needed a different angle. Needed bark on his chest, dirt on his skin. Needed Ishaan to know that this wasn't a position; it was a punishment. A claim.
Ishaan jolted.
No easing in. No mercy. Just that thick cock driving into his already wrecked hole like it had a score to settle. It punched back in like it had a right. Like his hole had been waiting open just to welcome it back. The stretch was sharp, impossible, but his body took it, needy and ruined.
He choked on his own moan.
Vikram fucked him against the tree without buildup, like he was resuming a task unfinished. His hands gripped Ishaan's hips like tools. His chest grazed Ishaan's back with every forward slam.
It was feral.
It was focused.
It wasn't about orgasm anymore. It was about breaking him open.
"You thought you'd done your part," Vikram muttered, thrusting deep. "Thought cumming twice meant you were off the hook."
Ishaan whimpered, forehead pressed to the tree.
"But this isn't about you getting off."
A slap to his ass. Hard.
"It's about what I take."
He shoved in again, deeper, and Ishaan sobbed, already overstimulated, already boneless.
Vikram paused, just for a second, cockhead pressed against that raw, open hole.
Letting the tension build.
Ishaan trembled, unsure if he wanted it or feared it.
Then, Vikram pushed in. Not fast. Not hard. Just... deep.
Enough to make Ishaan scream into the bark.
But Vikram didn't care.
"You're doing so well," Vikram whispered, lips brushing sweat.
It wasn't affection. It was strategy.
The soft tone hit harder than any slap.
The fuck became something else. Something sharper. It wasn't loud; Vikram didn't grunt or pant or shout. He just moved, hips driving with a terrifying control, rhythm cruel and exact.
Ishaan had always been proud of his stamina.
He'd made women tremble. He could hold out for hours, edge partners until they cried.
But this?
Vikram wasn't fucking him for pleasure. He was reprogramming him. He wasn't here to make Ishaan moan. He was here to overwrite every straight fuck, every denial, every year Ishaan dared to forget what he'd been trained to crave.
His cock wasn't just thick. It was designed, shaped by hunger and discipline and vengeance. Every thrust carved into Ishaan something irreversible.
Each inch rewrote his insides, turning him inside out. There was no Ishaan before this. There was only now: open, dripping, wrecked around the man he couldn't escape.
Ishaan had nothing left.
His hole stretched wide, still clutching, still twitching. His cock hung limp between his legs, dripping the last of his second orgasm. His thighs shook.
Vikram's body was heat and punishment behind him, chest pressed tight, breath ghosting past his ear.
He didn't speak much now.
He let the fucking talk.
Hands at Ishaan's waist. Then in his hair. Then wrapped around his throat from behind, not choking but holding. Commanding.
Vikram's fingers pressed into the bruises he'd left hours ago. They fit perfectly. Like he knew exactly where to squeeze to remind Ishaan who'd broken him first.
The scent was unbearable.
Salt. Sweat. Bark. Pine. Sex.
Ishaan breathed it in like it was the only oxygen left.
His ass was sore. Raw. His breath came out in sharp, broken moans every time Vikram bottomed out. His entire body jerked forward with each impact.
And Vikram didn't stop.
Didn't slow.
Didn't finish.
He just fucked.
A mission.
A sentence.
A retribution.
Ishaan grunted, helpless.
"Say it," Vikram hissed. "Say what you are."
Ishaan sobbed. His voice was shredded.
"I'm... yours."
"What else?"
"I'm your... fuck... I'm your hole."
Vikram slammed in so deep Ishaan's knees nearly gave out.
"That's fucking right."
A long, ragged moan echoed into the trees.
And the forest said nothing.
Only listened.
The growl that tore from Vikram's throat was unlike anything Ishaan had ever heard.
It wasn't a warning.
It was a promise.
And then it hit: thick, molten, brutal. Vikram's cock pulsed hard inside him, and Ishaan felt it: the hot spurts painting his insides, flooding his stretched hole. Deep. Intentional. Endless.
One. Two. Three heavy ropes. Then a fourth, slower, thick like glue.
Vikram didn't collapse.
Didn't even pause.
He just exhaled, a long, brutal breath against the back of Ishaan's neck, and rolled his hips again.
Ishaan jerked forward.
"Wait," he gasped, "you... fuck."
But Vikram was still moving.
Slower now. Deeper. Crueler.
Each thrust was obscene, the sound different now. Slick. Wet. Sticky. His cum was sloshing inside Ishaan's used hole, and his cock kept pushing it in, sealing it deeper.
Claiming him.
"You thought it ended when I came?" Vikram said, low and sharp. "No, baby."
Ishaan shuddered at the word.
"I'm not done until your body knows who it belongs to."
He pushed deeper, slow and grinding. Ishaan gasped.
It was worse now.
Not the pain. The intimacy.
This wasn't sex anymore.
This was branding.
The way Vikram's cock moved inside him now, slow drag, slick press, that unbearable fullness, Ishaan could feel every nerve ending in his hole lighting up again, even though he was already wrecked. The stretch, the pressure, the squelching noise every time Vikram bottomed out, it humiliated him. It told his body that no matter how many times he came, it still belonged to this man.
"Say it," Vikram whispered into the crook of his neck.
Ishaan whimpered.
"Please."
"Say you want more." Vikram hissed, hand tightening in Ishaan's sweat-soaked hair. "Say it like a slut."
"Beg like your ass needs it."
Ishaan couldn't breathe. He was gasping against the tree bark, his cheek streaked with sweat and dirt.
Ishaan sobbed, broken wide, his voice shredded: "Please... need it, fuck... need your cock, your cum, everything... just use me, please... Vik."
Vikram smiled against his shoulder.
And gave it.
He shifted his stance, adjusted his grip on Ishaan's hips, and started thrusting again, not faster, just heavier. More deliberate. Like each thrust was pushing a new identity into Ishaan's body. Like Vikram was hollowing him out and rewriting him with every stroke.
It was ritualistic now: each thrust deliberate, slow enough to etch. His hips ground forward until Ishaan felt the base of Vikram's cock kiss the open curve of his ass, like a seal. Like he was being locked shut with ownership.
And then he pulled back, just to do it again. Over and over.
Ishaan had taken Vikram before.
But this?
This was something else.
He was opened. Owned. Bred. Fucked in a way that made the air taste different. Vikram's cock wasn't just inside him; it was a part of him now. Like a new organ had been installed in his body, and his pulse had adjusted around it.
"You're so full of me," Vikram murmured. "I can feel it leaking around my cock."
He was right.
Ishaan's thighs were sticky. His ass dripped with slick and cum. Every thrust made a low, vulgar sound, liquid and raw. His hole clenched involuntarily, trying to keep it all in, but Vikram just kept pushing deeper.
"You're mine," he whispered again. "You feel it now?"
Ishaan nodded. He couldn't speak. His mouth hung open, tongue twitching, brain useless.
He'd already come twice.
He should have been empty.
But now?
Now he felt more charged than ever. Like the act of being used, of being filled, had reactivated something in him. Something he'd buried for seven years.
"Seven years of pretending," Vikram said, as if reading his mind. "Seven years of fucking girls, dressing sharp, working out, hiding."
Ishaan moaned.
"All that time," Vikram continued, "this hole remembered."
He slammed in.
"This ass knew who it belonged to."
Another thrust. Deep. Sticky.
"Me."
Ishaan nearly came again.
His arms had long since gone limp. He wasn't holding onto the tree anymore; he was hanging from it. Bent over, hair soaked, chest streaked with sweat and cum, his hole absolutely ruined.
And Vikram?
He still wasn't done.
"You know what this is?" he whispered, still grinding inside him.
"This isn't reunion sex."
He leaned in, lips against Ishaan's ear.
"This is me taking back what's mine. I am taking your pride."
Ishaan let out a helpless, broken sob.
"You're going to remember this every time you walk," Vikram said. "Every step, every shift, every time you sit down. You'll feel me."
He pulled back. Slammed in again.
"You'll leak me for days."
Another thrust.
"Every time your thighs ache, you'll know who did it."
Ishaan broke.
That's what it felt like. Not cumming. Not releasing.
Just, breaking.
His throat let out a sound he didn't recognize, thin and raw, echoing through the trees like something dying.
His throat was dry. His eyes burned. His hips trembled each time Vikram's cock dragged through his overstretched, raw hole. The bark dug into his chest. His nipples scraped raw with every thrust. Blood mixed with sweat under his skin, and the wet slap of Vikram's hips against his ass sounded painful now, not just obscene.
Every movement now felt like it should be the last, but Vikram kept going. Slow. Deep. Inevitable.
Ishaan's third orgasm was nothing like the first two.
His cock wasn't even hard. It hadn't been since the second orgasm.
His cock lay soft, half-curled against the bark, but it still gave in.
It didn't rise. It didn't twitch.
It just let go, dribbling a weak, wet line of cum down the tree like his body was pissing out what was left of its manhood.
His cock twitched limply once, then again, and a thin spurt of cum spilled over the tree bark beneath him. No touch. No buildup. Just a worn body, surrendering again. The moan that left him wasn't even lust; it was a cry. Soft. Fragile. Grateful.
It wasn't a man's orgasm. It was something else. Something helpless. Something obscene.
His cock twitched. Not from arousal; there was nothing sexy left.
It was just obedience.
A signal that the muscle memory had taken over.
His body wasn't asking anymore.
It was reporting to its owner.
He didn't even feel the orgasm hit.
He felt the absence: the way his spine went cold, his stomach hollowed out, his mind blanked.
He felt emptied.
The cum that spilled wasn't an orgasm. It was surrender.
Vikram felt it, felt the trembling, the way Ishaan's whole frame spasmed around him, and looked down. "Fuck," he whispered. Not cruel. Not mocking. Almost reverent. "You just creamed yourself like a girl."
His hole clenched around Vikram's cock as it pulsed, milking it instinctively, like a pussy begging to be filled again.
Vikram didn't slow down.
He leaned over Ishaan's back, one hand wrapped around his throat again.
"Look at you," Vikram growled, holding Ishaan open. "Didn't even need a hard-on. Just needed my cock inside to tell you who you are."
Ishaan tried to speak. Nothing came.
Just a whimper, shaky, wet, pathetic.
Like a slut trying to say thank you.
Vikram pulled out inch by inch, watching the cum-slicked shaft emerge like it had been buried in something primal.
His cock glistened with Ishaan's insides.
The hole stayed open. Red. Beating. Shivering.
A string of slick clung between them: cum, spit, sweat, surrender.
It stretched.
Snapped.
Landed right where Ishaan's balls used to feel pride.
His knees gave out.
And still, his hole twitched, like it missed being filled.
He didn't fall. Vikram caught him.
Held him.
Just long enough.
Then knelt behind him and pressed his lips to the top of Ishaan's crack, almost reverent. He kissed the base of his spine, then licked a drop of cum off the inside of his thigh.
"You're dripping too much," he said.
Ishaan blinked, still bent over, hair matted, breath shallow.
If someone saw him now, they wouldn't think he'd had sex.
They'd think he'd been beaten.
Red slap-marks across his ass. Scratches on his back. A chest rubbed raw. Knees scraped, hole leaking, throat hoarse.
And through it all, a tiny, blissed-out smile at the corner of his lips.
________________________________________
Ishaan didn't move when Vikram reached into the small drawstring bag near the tree and pulled out the plug.
Not the pink one from earlier.
A black one now, firmer. Wider.
Ishaan saw it and made a soft noise.
"You want to keep me in?" Vikram asked softly.
Ishaan didn't speak.
He just looked over his shoulder, eyes glazed, lips parted.
He didn't nod. He breathed.
Vikram could read it. Put it back. Seal it in. Mark me.
So he did.
Vikram spit once, smeared it on the plug, then pressed the blunt tip against Ishaan's ruined entrance. "You're not even a man anymore."
Ishaan didn't flinch.
Didn't gasp.
He just pushed back, slowly, and let it slide in.
It clicked into place.
Not just the toy. The truth.
His body, open and pulsing, was no longer asking questions.
Only waiting for the next command.
The stretch made him tremble.
The seal of it made him sigh.
Owned. Again.
Vikram could've fucked him again right there. But that would've ended it too clean. Better to plug him up, make him carry the ache, the memory, the ownership, every step of the way down.
"Next time I see this ass," Vikram muttered, wiping his fingers on Ishaan's shirt, "I want it smooth. Shaved. Like the little thing you're turning into."
Ishaan's eyes fluttered.
"Yes, sir."
They didn't speak as they dressed.
The pink plug had rolled into the grass sometime during the chaos; Vikram found it, wiped it on Ishaan's t-shirt, and tucked it into his drawstring bag without a word.
The air on the trail back down the mountain was cooler now. Evening light dripped through the pine canopy, long golden streaks that caught in the dust. Somewhere far below, a horn honked. A bird scattered from a branch.
And Ishaan walked.
Or tried to.
Every step was a lesson in aftermath.
His thighs trembled. His calves felt hollow. The tight white pants clung to his legs like second skin, but they couldn't hide the way he moved now: slow, uneven, careful. Limping. His stride had changed. He wasn't walking back as the man who had gone up. His body had been used. And not gently.
His ass throbbed with every shift of muscle. The black plug inside him was wider than the pink one Vikram had first introduced. It stayed lodged deep, stretching him just past comfort, pushing into the sore places Vikram had fucked raw.
He could feel it, still slick, pulsing slightly from the warmth of his body, from the cum it held inside. Vikram had shoved it in without ceremony, and now it sat in him like a seal. Like a cork on a bottle already overflowing.
Ishaan winced.
The trail was uneven. Roots and stones and slopes that shouldn't have been hard to navigate on a normal day.
But today?
He'd been fucked for over an hour. Fucked on rocks and grass, up against bark and moss, with no care for softness or mercy.
His skin told the story.
His shoulder blades were scraped where Vikram had gripped them while rutting into him from behind on the forest floor. A thin cut ran along his right hipbone from when they'd rolled over gravel. His ass bore at least three full handprints, red, swollen, welted from the spanking he'd begged for and earned. His inner thighs were sticky with dried cum. His hair matted with sweat and soil.
His mouth still tasted like Vikram's sweat.
But worse, better, his hole twitched with every step. Not pain. Not quite.
A kind of haunted echo.
The sensation of being spread, over and over, beyond anything he'd known before. Vikram had been deep. Vicious. Slow in his second round, so cruelly deep that Ishaan had forgotten words. His prostate felt worn now. Used. Tender from repeated pressure. And yet, he felt himself clenching around the plug without meaning to. Like his body was still chasing the fullness of that cock, even with something already buried inside him.
He hadn't known it could feel like this.
He'd orgasmed three times. And the third, God.
The third hadn't even felt like an orgasm. It had felt like something stolen.
He hadn't been hard. His cock had hung soft, sticky, humiliated between his legs, and yet, cum had spilled out of it. Weak, dribbling. His body had obeyed, even when his mind had begged for a break.
He remembered how his knees had buckled. How Vikram had kept thrusting into him through it.
Ishaan swallowed hard, breath catching.
Vikram was walking ahead of him. Calm. Silent. Perfect posture. His shirt was buttoned again, but still half-stuck to his chest with Ishaan's earlier release. His hands were clean. His eyes never looked back.
He didn't need to.
Ishaan could barely keep up, but he did. Because stopping meant acknowledging just how wrecked he was.
And still.
Still, Vikram had been hard at the end.
Still thick. Still proud. Ishaan had felt it against his ass even after the plug went in. Vikram could've fucked him again. Would have. But he'd paused. He'd said nothing. Just looked at Ishaan's trembling legs. His dazed eyes. And knew.
One more round and you'd pass out.
It wasn't mercy.
It was strategy.
Ishaan knew it.
Vikram wasn't done. This wasn't a climax. It was a chapter break.
Because Vikram wasn't just a man who fucked.
He was a man made to fuck. To convert. To destroy pride and build something new in its place.
And Ishaan?
He was the blueprint of that destruction.
He felt it in his bones. In the rawness between his cheeks. In the filth drying under his plug. In how his cock wouldn't rise again, not because he didn't want to, but because Vikram had taken everything from him.
"You're crawling back. Plugged. Full. Owned."
That wasn't dirty talk anymore.
That was biography.
Ishaan stumbled slightly. His calf spasmed. His thighs shook with effort.
But he didn't complain. He just kept walking.
When they reached the resort gate, the sun was already low. Orange light spilled over the valley, but neither paused to admire it. They slipped in through the side path, past a group of aunties gossiping near the bonfire pit.
Dinner had already started. Chatter and clinks of cutlery floated from the banquet lawn. But they didn't go there.
They climbed the stairs to their room in silence, footsteps soft on the wood. Inside, the curtains were still drawn from the morning. The room was dim. Cool. The only sound was the soft click of the door as Vikram shut it behind them.
Ishaan stripped first. Silently. His t-shirt stuck to his back, damp from sweat and dried cum. He peeled it off, dropped it over the chair. Didn't look at Vikram.
Vikram did the same. No fanfare. Just muscle memory. His shirt landed somewhere near the foot of the bed.
No words.
They didn't fuck again.
They didn't need to.
Not yet.
Each climbed into their own beds. Naked. Still sore. Still full of memory.
The plug still inside Ishaan. The ache still inside both of them.
A single bedside lamp stayed on, casting amber lines across the room.
Neither said goodnight.
But the silence held something warmer now. Not peace. Not comfort.
Just the kind of tiredness that only comes after you've finally taken what you weren't supposed to want.
Outside, the lights of the valley flickered on. Day 3 was over.
The Sangeet was tomorrow.
________________________________________
💬
Was that too much? Or not enough?
This chapter wrecked me. Writing it, shaping it, pushing it.
Ishaan came three times. Twice without touching himself.
Vikram's not just reclaiming him, he's reprogramming him.
Tell me your favorite moment. The most brutal line. The scene that made you moan or pause.
Is he still a man after that?
Or just a body waiting to be filled again?
The plug is in. The Sangeet is next.
And he's not done falling.
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Sissy and the Divorcee, Pt. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/sissy-and-the-divorcee-pt-04
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Transgender
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Dear Reader,
In part 3 Tracy, the divorcee, became obsessed with April, the cute little femboy. She wanted to marry him and make him her maid but April's clever mother, Lois, turned the tables. Tracy became their live-in maid instead and her name was changed to Bubbles. Now they are waiting for April's engagement ring to arrive.
Sincerely,
Whippet
P.S. I've included a fashion tip about panties at the end.
--
On my first morning as a maid I prepared breakfast for April and Lois. I was wearing the slutty two-piece sissy maid outfit that April had laid out for me the night before. The black satin costume consisted of a lace trimmed halter top and a miniskirt featuring a dainty white apron. I was also wearing stay up fishnet stocking that didn't quite reach my skirt along with locking 6-inch stilettos.
April loved seeing me in my servant uniform. He had already fondled my breasts and squeezed my booty several times that morning. I loved being groped by April and my panties were already wet.
After washing the breakfast dishes I began cleaning house. Meanwhile, two men in overalls arrived and Lois set them to work in my bedroom without explaining why. I heard April tell the men that my name was Bubbles and that I was her maid. The men ogled me lasciviously every time they went to their truck for supplies.
I enjoyed cleaning with a feather duster while April occasionally groped me and the workmen eyed me. I liked their attention and the morning went by pleasantly. In the afternoon I cleaned the upstairs. Then Lois gave me the dinner menu and told me to start cooking.
"I also want you to address April and me as Mistress," she said firmly.
"Yes, Mistress Lois," I replied submissively.
I didn't mind being a live-in servant. I'd lost my job and couldn't afford my apartment anymore, so the arrangement suited me financially. The best part was that my sweet sissy boy was always nearby. I loved him so much!
After I'd served dinner to Lois and April they invited me to see my remodeled bedroom. I was surprised to find wrist and ankle restraints attached to the bedframe. There was also a new cabinet in the corner.
"Come see what's in your bureau, Bubbles," said April excitedly.
"Yes, Mistress April," I replied obediently.
I was shocked to see a large array of punishment items inside!
"Mommy says I can spank you with this," said April picking up a wooden paddle.
"Um, wait Lois," I began to complain.
She gave me a stern look though and I desisted.
"Can I spank Bubbles now, Mommy?" he begged.
"Of course, Dear. You can spank her any time you want. Sit on the bed and tell Bubbles to pull down her knickers and bend over your knees."
When April was seated. I took my place on his knees with my bare bottom facing up. I was frightened and aroused at the same time.
He began paddling me but his blows were too weak to hurt. Then Lois intervened.
"That's too soft, Sweetie," she told April. "Let Mommy show you how."
Lois's swats were swift and powerful. Each one stung like a hornet and soon I was sobbing.
"Bubbles is crying, Mommy," said April with concern in his voice.
Lois stopped beating me and then spoke to her son.
"Maids need to cry, Dear. Next time you must spank Bubbles with all your might and don't stop until she's in tears. Do you understand, Darling?"
"Yes, Mommy," said April, "but why does Bubbles need to cry?"
"She needs to understand that you are her mistress, Darling. Punishment is the best way to make her obey."
I couldn't believe my own response. "Your mother is right, Mistress April. You must beat me harder next time."
"Can I try it again right now, Mommy?" he asked Mistress Lois.
"Yes, Dear," she responded. "Go ahead."
My behind still smarted from my first beating. So, when April spanked me this time I readily broke down sobbing.
Gazing up at my pretty femboy I said, "Thank you for making me cry, Mistress April. I'll always obey you." He smiled at me and my heart melted.
--
April's engagement ring arrived the following day. Mistress Lois showed it to me and said that I could present it to her son that evening. I was so excited that I could hardly wait!
I happily performed my chores that day in my vinyl sissy maid dress. The slick outfit had a deep plunge neckline and lace trim. The miniskirt barely covered my knickers. It was sticky and uncomfortable but I felt incredibly sexy.
Mistress April had become much more forward toward me since I became his maid. Today he insisted on polishing my vinyl and spent most of his time on my bodice. I loved the feeling of his hands on my breasts. Then he lifted my skirt and dry humped me through our panties. After he climaxed we both had to change into fresh undies.
Later, Lois told me to change from my maid uniform to evening apparel and propose to April. I put on a black cocktail dress, did my makeup, fixed my hair and added a pearl necklace to my outfit.
Lois had informed her son that I had a gift for him. They were both waiting for me in the living room. April was wearing an adorable baby blue party dress with lace on the bodice, cuffs and hem. He was lightly made up with subtle eye shadow, liner and a little mascara. His smiling lips were pink and glossy.
I went down on one knee before my precious pantywaist and showed him the ring. He gasped when he saw the large sparkling diamond.
"I love you, Mistress April," I said fervently. "I want to be your devoted wife and obedient maid forever. Will you please marry me?"
"Yes, Bubbles!" he exclaimed. "Then I'll put my weenie inside you," he added rather indecorously. "Won't that be fun?"
"It will, Mistress April!" I answered truthfully.
We both rose to our feet and kissed passionately. It was our first real kiss and it was the sweetest I had ever known. As April fondled my breasts and behind I felt his sissy stick pressing against my belly through the fabric of our dresses. I couldn't wait to be his woman.
Mistress Lois shook my hand and congratulated me. Then she said, "April has been asking me questions about vaginas. Shall we go to your bedroom and show him yours?"
"Yes, Mistress Lois!" I eagerly agreed.
After I removed my panties in the bedroom Mistress Lois cuffed my wrists to the bed and fastened my ankles wide apart on a spreader bar. Then she called April.
When he arrived, April exclaimed, "Bubbles's pussy is ugly, Mommy!"
I was mortified!
"You're right, April," replied Lois. "Let's shave off all that kinky hair. Okay, Darling?"
"Yes, Mommy," he replied.
"I suppose that I don't have any say in this?" I asked.
Lois looked at my sharply. Then she had April fetch a penis gag from the punishment bureau. She showed April how to insert it past my tongue and how to fasten the buckle behind my head. As awful as might sound, I felt deliciously helpless and vulnerable.
Then Mistress Lois shaved my veejay and April was more satisfied with its appearance. Next his mother pointed out my labia and clitoris as if it were an anatomy lesson.
"If you stroke her labia, April," said Mistress Lois, "Bubbles will make pussy juice. Do you want to try?"
"Oh yes, Mommy!" he said jubilantly.
Mistress Lois moistened April's fingers with personal lubricant. Then she showed him how to stroke me.
Mistress April used his middle finger on my pussy lips. The gentle massaging sent shivers of delight throughout my body. I gazed up lovingly at my sissy angel. His pretty face, fancy party dress and lustrous curly hair enchanted me. April's attention to my womanly hunger was a dream come true!
My breathing grew deep and ragged. When I began choking on the penis gag Mistress Lois graciously removed it from my throat.
"Look, April!" said Mistress Lois pointing out the fluid seeping from my snatch. "Bubbles's pussy is making juice. When you're married, Bubbles's juice will help your dickie slide inside her. It will be the most joyous feeling you've ever had."
"Even better than creaming my panties, Mommy?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes Dear. Even better than that."
"Mommy?" asked April. "Is Bubbles going to climax?"
"I think so, Dear," said his mother. "Wet your fingers in Bubbles's pussy juice and rub her clitty."
April stroked me like no one had ever done before. Before long I was moaning loudly and thrashing from side to side in my bondage. The sensations were so intense that I couldn't bear them much longer.
"Bubbles is just about ready to make cummies, April," said Lois. "Rub her harder and faster."
I did indeed 'make cummies' and I screamed, "April!" as my juice squirted onto the palm of his hand. It was the best orgasm of my entire life!
--
This story will be continued.
--
Whippet Fashion Tip
Pretty panties are a staple of every sissy's wardrobe. They are the first item that many of us possessed and they make us feel wonderfully feminine!
Lots of fashion panties look great on models but don't work so well for femboys. Most knickers are too small in the crotch to offer support. However, I find that Jockey No Panty Line Promise hipsters are accommodating and really comfortable. I wear black NPLPs on weekdays. The hipster waistband doesn't show even when I bend over. So, I have no fear of being found out.
On weekends I indulge in wonderfully feminine Bali Skimp Skamp panties. I love the full brief style in bridal white and pastel colors. I'm careful not to bend over because they might show and the feminine hues could give me away. Other panties that are pretty and comfortable are Dixie Belle knickers which feature scalloped lace on the leg openings and Vanity Fair Ravissant briefs which come in a variety of lovely shades.
I prefer nylon panties like those mentioned above because their satiny smoothness on my skin makes me feel sexy. However, cotton is a better fabric for floral motifs and other charming designs. So, choose cotton if you like rose buds, cherries and polka dots on your knickers.
If you have a favorite panty, please share it by posting a comment.
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Marcus Hogue Ch. 01
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https://www.literotica.com/s/marcus-hogue-ch-01
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Novels and Novellas
|
Marcus Hogue
Written by Aoife in collaboration with a fellow veteran, Ken
A/N - Welcome to this series. I hope you enjoy the journey of Marcus. This series will cross his life starting as a high school student and moving through his retirement years. Through the ups and downs of his life.
Some of these characters are in homage to real people; of course the names were changed from my youth and days past. This is mostly fictional and all of the character names have been changed. A few events in this series did occur. Enjoy the smutty ride and let me know what you think.
This series will be published as a novel but does include several categories including but not limited to Erotic Couplings, Group Sex, Incest /Taboo, Non-Consensual/BDSM, Mature, and Romance. This series will cross genres just as life crosses many genres.
Big thanks to Olwen for her editing and suggestions. Any remaining mistakes are my own; my eyes aren't quite what they used to be.
Chapter 1 - January 1976
I stood in front of her casket. I took a deep breath, exhaled and then knelt. My knees digging into the thin padding of the kneeler, the edge of the polished wood pressing into my stomach. My hands rested on hers, they were cold, this is so final. I wanted the best for her. She did look better than her last days in the hospital bed. They told me the casket was oak, I didn't care about the cost. I would've traded all the money she had just to hear her voice again.
Mom looked peaceful. That's what they said. "Peaceful." I don't know what the hell that means when you've wasted away to skin and bone. I saw every day of that two-year war she fought. Every round of chemo, every trip to the ER, every time she smiled at me like she was the one trying to make me feel better.
Now she is gone.
My Aunt Rose, my mom's younger sister, stood to my left. Her hand slid onto my shoulder, firm but shaking. Chelle, my cousin, Aunt Rose's daughter, stood on the other side, quiet, steady. Her touch was light, fingers just over the fabric of my black suit jacket. She didn't say a word, but she didn't have to. She knew how to speak without noise.
I didn't cry. I wanted to, but the tears wouldn't come. Right now there was tightness in my chest, like a knot made of steel.
Mom always said, "Marcus, you were born strong. Don't be afraid to be soft too."
Mom was soft, my safe space as a young boy but now, she was gone. The softest place in my whole damn world. And now that place is gone.
Aunt Rose leaned down and whispered, come one, it's time.
I gripped the solid oak side, squeezing it, turning my knuckles white. Damnit. I had prepared for this but I really wasn't ready.
Six months after my eighteenth birthday, here I am saying goodbye. I will never forget her last words, "You are a strong man like your father. Never give up Marcus, never give up."
~~~
Later we watched her casket lowered into the ground beside dads, the silence hit harder than the prayers. That's how they do it in a veterans' cemetery. Clean lines and quiet reverence. Dad's been here since I was twelve. Now bury mom in the same earth next to each other forever.
I stood there, staring at his tombstone, and for the first time, I understood the weight behind those medals, Medal of Honor, Bronze Star, and Purple Heart. As a kid, I just thought he was a hero. Now I knew he was a man who bled for strangers and died because of a drunk behind the wheel. And mom... she gave everything to keep me from falling apart.
Two hours later, I slipped away from the noise at Aunt Rose's place, casseroles on every counter, voices trying too hard to sound steady. I found my way to the back of the house, to the old library. I left the lamp off. I didn't need light. The shadows felt more honest. I sank into the leather chair, coffee mug in hand, gone cold and bitter, like everything else.
The door creaked. "You gonna hide in the dark all night?" Aunt Rose's voice was gentle, worn thin.
"I'm fine," I said, not looking up.
She sat on the armrest beside me. "She was my big sister. Drove me crazy. Lied about stealing my bell-bottom jeans, laughed like she meant it. She loved you so much it hurt."
I couldn't speak. My throat was locked.
"She fought," Rose said, brushing the hair from my forehead like I was still small. "So damn hard. And it wasn't fair. But she's not in pain anymore."
I kept staring at the old bookshelf; I finally choked out the words. "She used to read to me in this room. Right there on the rug."
"I know," she said. "And she told me, right before she passed, 'Make sure Marcus knows I'm okay. Tell him I'm with his dad, and I'll always be watching.'"
"I just wanted more time," I said. My voice cracked. "I wasn't ready."
"None of us were," she whispered, holding my head to her side. "We never are."
The door creaked again. Chelle stepped in. Her black dress was simple. Her hair pulled back, a few strands loose around her face. She didn't say anything at first. She didn't need to.
Aunt Rose stood gave Chelle a small nod, and left, closing the door behind her.
Chelle crossed the room slowly, like she didn't want to startle the moment. Her eyes found me in the shadows, and even before she sat in the chair, I felt something in me loosen just seeing her there.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey," I rasped back, barely audible.
She didn't ask permission, not really. She just eased into my lap, her movements gentle; like she was afraid I might break if she moved too fast. She folded herself against me, arms around my neck, head tucked beneath my chin. She fit like she always had, like she'd been built for this place, and I'd been waiting for her to return to it.
"Is this okay?" she asked, her breath warm against my collar.
"Always," I said. My hands moved to her back, finding comfort in the familiar rise and fall of her breathing.
"You holding up?" she asked, but her voice already knew the truth.
"No," I admitted, and this time I didn't try to sound strong.
She didn't offer any hollow words or rush to make the pain disappear. That was Chelle; she let silence settle like a blanket. She let me feel it all, and somehow made it less unbearable just by being there.
After a long pause, she spoke again. "Mom thinks you should move in here. We talked last week a few times about it while you were at the hospital with her. But... that's not why I'm asking."
I turned my face slightly, just enough to catch the edge of her eyes in the dark.
"I want you here, Marcus," she said, firm now. "Not out of pity, not because anyone expects it. Because I love you. Because I know how hard this is, and I don't want you going through it alone. Not one more night."
I stared at her, trying to hold back the emotion welling up behind my eyes. She wasn't just offering me a room. She was offering me refuge.
"I don't know if I'm ready to need anybody like that," I said, voice cracking.
"You already do," she whispered. "But I'm not going anywhere."
I nodded, breath shaking. "Then I'll think about it."
Chelle leaned in, kissed me slow, like a promise made with lips instead of words. Her hands framed my face, thumbs brushing just beneath my eyes. "You're not alone," she whispered. "You've never been alone with me."
I rested my forehead against hers, heart pounding. "What am I gonna do when you leave for Virginia Tech?"
She smiled softly, but there was steel in it. "Then we figure it out. Together. You're not less without me, you're more. You've got your mother's heart and your father's strength. And you're smart enough for anywhere, Marcus. Don't settle just because it's easier to stay."
I kissed her again needier this time, clinging to the only thing in my life that hadn't shattered.
Her fingers curled gently into my shirt. "I've got you. No matter what," she said. "Even if it all falls apart again I've got you."
And for a moment, in that room filled with the weight of everything I'd lost, I let myself believe her.
We sat for a few moments and then heard a knock at the door. The door opened slightly. "Chelle? Can you help please?"
"Of course mom."
"Marcus, come on sweetie, people are here to talk to you." Aunt Rose asked.
"A few minutes Aunt Rose. Please?"
We'd grown up together, family by blood, but closer than that. Over the years, we'd become each other's journals, secret-keepers, escape plans. When her dad left and my mom got sick, we'd found a quiet understanding. We were each other's firsts of everything including our kiss, our virginity when she turned eighteen two weeks after my birthday and the love of sports supporting each other.
I made my way out of the library and out to the main part of the house to visit with the others who were here to support and provide love and sympathy for me over mom's death.
~~~
Just after seven, I sat on the floor leaning against the back of the sofa, the evening news just started. Aunt Rose was dressed in her long nightgown sitting in her recliner across the room. Chelle came downstairs dressed similarly and walked into the living room.
I felt the couch move as Chelle laid down, which is typical for her. Her head was close to mine, her hand rested over my shoulder across my chest. "I miss her too."
I tilted my head up and could see her face, her bright eyes, her smile, all the things that make me happy. But then I looked deep into her eyes. Her eyes were glassy but not spilling. Like mine. Holding back a storm.
"She told me to take care of you," Chelle said. "Like that was even something I had to be told."
I managed a small smile. First one in days.
"I feel like I'm made of cement," I said. "Like if I move too fast, I'll crack."
Chelle rubbed her hand across my chest. I placed mine over top of hers, threading her fingers through mine. "Then don't move fast. Just... sit here. I've got you."
I closed my eyes and breathed. For the first time since the hospital, the air didn't feel like it was trying to strangle me.
"Do you think she was proud?" I asked quietly.
"Marcus, she was so proud of you," Chelle said, squeezing my hand. "Every time you stepped on that field, she said, 'That's my boy out there. He's got a good heart and a mean stiff-arm.'"
I laughed through my nose. Just a breath. But it was real.
"She said you were more than football. That you were going to be a good man. Not just because of her, but because of who you already are."
I looked at her again. Her face. Her eyes. How steady she was, even when the ground was shaking under both of me.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do now," I said.
She didn't answer right away. Just let the silence settle.
"You keep living," Aunt Rose spoke from across the room. "You live the kind of life she wanted for you. You love big, you fight hard. And when you break, you let your family, me and Chelle, the ones who love you so much, help you pick up the pieces."
I stared at her. She was right. Of course she was.
"I don't want to lose anyone else," I said.
"You won't lose me," Chelle said, her voice low, fierce. "Not ever."
And in that moment, in the middle of grief, the uncertainty and in the noise of the news in the background, I believed both of them. I mostly believed the beautiful cousin of mine who made my heart sing.
Most folks don't understand but in the Commonwealth of Virginia, you are allowed to love a first cousin. I didn't know what came next for us, if anything. But I knew who'd be standing next to me when I got there.
We sat for half an hour like that. We listened to the news without paying attention to the television. The entire time Chelle had her hand on my chest and her Mom sat there not interrupting us at all.
At one point Aunt Rose got up and walked out of the room. Chelle leaned over and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. "When Mom is asleep, I will come spend the night with you, but we can't do it this week."
Aunt Rose walked back into the living room and smiled at us and sat back in her recliner. Twice I glanced over to see her looking at me. She didn't turn away, she just smiled.
At one point I decided I was going to go read a bit more. I stood and walked over to my Aunt and bent down and gave her a hug. "Thanks Aunt Rose. I need to figure out what I want to do but I think I will sell the house. It will help with college money."
I stood and walked over to Chelle and bent down as well and hugged her. I wished her a good night. I made my way upstairs to the spare bedroom, the one I had been sleeping in for the last few nights. I stripped down to my boxers, curled into the bed pulling the sheet and blanket over top of me.
I grabbed my biology book and started reading what I had missed for the last few days of school.
An hour later, I closed my book, laid back and closed my eyes. I assumed Aunt Rose wanted me back in school in the morning, I needed to get back to the weight room, spring baseball practice was starting in a few weeks.
I heard the door creak and then close. I heard the shuffling footsteps and then felt her curl up near the bottom of the bed. Her hands felt so delicate as she pulled away the sheet and pulled down my boxer. I lifted my hips assisting her in pulling them down. This time there seemed to be hesitation in Chelle's movements as she took me in her hand.
I felt her kiss the tip of my cock and then swirl her tongue around the top. She purred and took me a little deeper in her mouth. I felt my tip hit the back of her mouth but then I felt it go deeper. Chelle was trying harder for me but I really didn't need her to hurt herself.
I moved my hand down to touch her cheek telling her she didn't need to but I was a little too slow, she took all of my cock into her mouth and then down her throat. I felt her nose touching against my pubic hair.
This was the most amazing feeling I had felt since we made love the first time.
Then reality hit me, this wasn't Chelle! She had never done that before. She had always stopped as she told me I was too thick and too long.
I reached down; she pushed my hand away from her face and pulled my cock from her mouth.
"Shhh baby, trust me lay back sweetie."
She took me back in her mouth and moved with a quicker pace as I fully hardened in her mouth. "Damn baby you are big, she wasn't kidding." Aunt Rose whispered and went back to sucking my cock.
After a bit, I felt her move her head away from me and she left the bed. I heard what sounded like the movement of clothes but then I felt the sheet and blanket pulled to the side. I felt the bed move as she lay down next to me.
She curled against me kissing my cheek and then my lips. I felt her leg moved over top of me. I murmured to her. "Wait wha..."
Her finger pressed to my lips as I felt her hand reach down and hold my cock steady. Her wetness coated my tip and I felt her moving me up and down the length of her pussy.
This was different, this was more aggressive, this was oh my god! The tip of my cock entered her snug pussy, she bent down and kissed me sliding her tongue in my mouth. That was when I felt her much larger breasts against my chest. I tried to push up against her with my hands but she wrapped her arms around me and sank slowly down on my cock.
Damn she had a snug pussy. Now granted this was only the second one I ever had my cock in but she was tight as well. Breaking the kiss I heard her whispering how much she needed me.
"If you want you will be the man of this house now, and I will do whatever you need to keep you happy."
She moaned as she slid her body fully down onto my cock. When I was fully inside her, Rose wiggled her hips. "Oh god Marcus if I knew you were this big I wouldn't have waited so long."
Rose lifted her hips and moved slowly up and down my length. We kissed as she took control and started riding my cock. I moved my hands down and cupped her still slightly firm ass and started thrusting up.
"Fuck baby yes match me, oh fuck baby yes!" Rose squealed as I started to fill her. I felt her hug me tighter and she moaned in my ear "cumming baby I am cumming on your cock. Fill me Marcus, fill my pussy baby!"
I kissed her deeper and thrust harder up. I never came from cowgirl, we tried three or four times, it wasn't enough for me. I needed to turn her over and take Rose.
"Cum for me baby, I want to feel you!"
I wrapped my Aunt Rose in my arms, hugged her tighter, holding her naked body against me and rolled to my side and then I moved so I was on top of her. My length stayed inside her tight pussy but we were soaked from her wetness.
I towered over my five feet, five inch tall Aunt, I was nearly a full foot taller than she was but when I knelt with my cock inside her I looked down upon her. Her eyes were wide. I waited until she nodded at me.
"Just be gentle, it's been a while since I have had a man as big as you."
I slowly withdrew half of my length from her and slid slowly inside until our bodies met. Our eyes never left the others.
"Rose?" I bent down and kissed her. "Is it safe to cum in you?"
We kissed softly again. "Yes baby, my days of making children are done, I can take any load Chelle can't. Whenever she can't take it, I will. You are my man now cum in me and mark your territory."
I kissed her softly then rose up on my knees and started to slide in and out. I watched as her womanly breasts jiggled as I thrust into and out of her. The sounds coming from her mouth spurred me on. Her moans were getting louder. I bent back down and kissed her deeper trying to muffle her moans.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt the soft touch of another hand on my back and a hand on my ass. I heard Chelle whisper in my ear.
"We love you Marcus, never forget we love you. And yes Mom will always be here for you. We promised your mom we would care for your needs."
She kissed my cheek. "Fuck her baby, fuck her and claim her as yours as well. Mom and I are yours as long as you want us baby, we want this baby!"
I continued and moved with a deeper sense of need for Rose. I was going to hold out as long as I could. I wanted her to know as I had done with Chelle, this was not just sex; this would be love eternal, as only they would want from me.
Our eyes locked as Rose wrapped her legs around me pulling me closer to her if it was possible. Then I felt a sort hand start caressing my balls and then felt her soft kisses on my neck. It was then I felt my balls start to boil and a twitching in my cock as I emptied my balls deep into her womb.
Exhausted, I collapsed on top of Rose and kissed her deeply, mumbling to her my eternal love. I rolled onto my back pulling her with me, her head resting in my chest. As she caressed my chest and calmed down from her orgasm she whispered her ongoing love to me.
I fell asleep shortly only to wake when I felt the bed shift and then heard the sound of my alarm waking me. It called me back into my now, new normal and new routine.
I got up and showered, getting ready to continue life as a senior in high school... without a Mom.
Early March - Spring Training
Baseball practice was in full swing. We had either practice or a game every day after school. On Wednesday, after practice, I made my way home to Aunt Rose and Chelle's house. I've been living there for nearly three months now. Mom's house had a bid on it, but we'd already moved everything out. Most of it had been donated to the local church, stuff I didn't need, didn't want to carry with me anymore.
Danny, our second baseman, dropped me off like usual. When I walked through the front door, I saw Aunt Rose in the living room with two men I didn't recognize at first both in dress pants, shirts, ties, and sport coats. But the second she stood and gave me that look, half proud, half "brace yourself", I recognized the taller man immediately.
It was Coach Jerry Claiborne. The head coach of the Maryland Terrapins. And next to him, seated calmly like this was all routine, was his offensive coordinator. I froze in the doorway.
"Marcus!" Aunt Rose called.
"Yeah," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I got this, Aunt Rose. But... please stay. Don't leave."
She gave a small nod and sat back down on the armrest.
I turned to the coach. "Coach?" I extended my hand, and we shook.
He smiled, firm handshake, no nonsense in his eyes. "Marcus."
Then I turned to the offensive coordinator. "Coach," I said again, shaking his hand too.
"Gentlemen, please. Have a seat. How can I help you?"
Coach Claiborne leaned forward a little as he sat, elbows on his knees like he was already calling a play. "Marcus, I'll get right to it. We've been watching you for a while. You've got a presence on the field baseball, sure, but football... son, that's where I see you shine."
I raised an eyebrow. "Football?"
His offensive coordinator cut in, smiling just slightly. "We've seen tape. Last fall, you were the starting tight end and had been for three years, right? You were pulling double duty with the linebacker position too, weren't you?"
I nodded. "Yes sir. But I haven't really thought about playing at the next level. I mean, not seriously."
Claiborne sat up straighter. "Well, we're thinking about it. And seriously. You've got speed that's rare for your size. You've got hands, body control, and you don't shy away from contact. That's a prototype tight end in today's game. We don't want to wait for the recruiters to swarm you. I wanted to talk to you myself."
I looked over at Aunt Rose, who gave me that slow nod like, listen to him.
"Coach, I appreciate that, really, but... I haven't exactly been focused on football lately. A lot's been going on."
Claiborne's voice softened, just enough. "I know. I know about your mom. And moving here. I'm not here to pressure you. I'm here because I see something in you that don't come around often. You're not just fast. You're instinctive. You find space. You make blocks that open up the field. You move like a wide out but hit like a linebacker."
The offensive coordinator added, "We're continuing something at Maryland. A system that makes use of hybrid players, guys who can stretch the field, block, read coverage, adjust on the fly. You're the kind of athlete who could redefine that position for us."
I sat there, trying to take it all in. The living room suddenly felt smaller.
"You've got time," Claiborne said. "We're not asking for a commitment tonight. But I wanted to look you in the eye and tell you: you're on our radar. You're special, Marcus. Don't let life crowd that out."
I didn't say anything right away. Just nodded, heart thumping harder than it ever had in a game.
Coach Claiborne stood, buttoned his jacket, and shook my hand again. "We'll be in touch, Marcus. You've got a good head on your shoulders, keep it on straight."
The offensive coordinator added, "And keep working. Stay sharp, summer camp starts early June if you are interested. We certainly are."
They both nodded to Aunt Rose, who walked them to the door. I stayed in the living room, still trying to wrap my head around what had just happened.
I heard the screen door creak, then close with a soft click. Aunt Rose came back in, arms crossed but smiling like someone who just witnessed something big.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I think so," I said, sinking back into the couch. "That was... a lot."
Before she could answer, Chelle came bounding down the stairs, her voice already echoing down the hall. "Okay, who was the man in the blazer with the big Terrapin pin on his lapel? I saw them out the window, what's going on?"
Aunt Rose tilted her head toward me. "Your cousin's got a future, and it might just have a turtle on the helmet."
Chelle gasped and turned to me, eyes wide. "Was that Maryland? Like... actual recruiters?"
"Head coach," I said, still feeling a little stunned.
"No way," she said, flopping into the chair across from me. "You didn't tell me you were getting scouted!"
"I didn't know," I said. "I've been playing ball. I didn't think anyone outside of town was paying attention."
Aunt Rose chuckled as she headed toward the kitchen. "Well, they are now. Let's eat. We've got baked chicken, rice, and salad, and apparently a scholarship to digest."
"Aunt Rose? Can I shower and change please? I will be right down."
"Ok baby, you still have fifteen minutes."
~~~
I made our way to the dining room. The smell of dinner grounded me. For a moment, everything felt normal again, plates clinking, Chelle pouring iced tea, Aunt Rose setting hot rolls in the middle of the table like always.
Then we sat. And there was silence. A heavy kind, full of everything that hadn't been said yet.
"So," Aunt Rose said, looking straight at me, "what are you thinking?"
I shrugged, poking at my rice. "I don't know. I didn't think football was the plan. Baseball was always more my thing."
"Yeah, but you're good at football," Chelle chimed in. "You looked like a full-on highlight reel in the fall. Remember that game where you broke three tackles and still scored? Then the second touchdown was when you caught the ball in the corner of the end zone?"
I smirked. "That was lucky."
"No," she said. "That was talent."
Aunt Rose gave me that look again calm, steady, but serious. "Marcus, sometimes life offers you more than one door. You thought you'd walk through one, and now another just opened. Doesn't mean you have to run through it. But you owe it to yourself to look inside."
I sat back. "I guess I'm just... not sure who I am in all this. I mean, Mom always came to my games, some days she thought it was too dangerous."
"I remember," Aunt Rose said quietly. "She used to argue with your Dad when you played mighty-mite."
"Yeah," I said. "So part of me feels like I'd be betraying that."
"No," she said gently. "You wouldn't be betraying her. You'd be becoming who you're meant to be. She wanted you to find your own way."
Chelle added, "And Mom's right you don't have to choose tonight. But the fact that the University of Maryland came into this house just to talk to you? That's big, Marcus. That's once-in-a-lifetime big."
I looked between them, both of them looking at me like they already saw the path I was just now noticing.
"Look, I am going to college to get an education. My dad was a medic in the Army like a real bad-ass hero! If I am smart enough, what if I get into medical school?"
I paused, "Even if I do want it," I said, "I don't know if I'm good enough to play D1."
"And linebacker since your junior year!" Chelle pipped in.
Aunt Rose reached over, placed her hand on mine. "Those men didn't come here by accident. They don't waste time on a maybe. They see something. You need to start seeing it too."
I nodded slowly. The weight of the day was catching up to me. Not just practice, or Claiborne's words, but the possibility. The way everything suddenly felt like it could shift.
"Okay," I said finally. "I'll think about it. I'll train, see where it goes."
"That's all we're saying," Aunt Rose said, giving my hand a quick squeeze before returning to her plate. "Don't close the door before you know what's on the other side."
Chelle smiled. "Besides, you'd look good in red."
I laughed, a small one, but real. "You just want the free game tickets."
"Obviously."
The table felt lighter after that. But in the back of my mind, the conversation with Coach Claiborne played on a loop. I didn't have all the answers yet, but for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe I was heading somewhere.
Somewhere that might actually be mine.
After dinner, I stood to start clearing the plates, but Chelle was already moving, gathering glasses and humming some song she'd had stuck in her head since last week. Aunt Rose gave me a knowing look as she pushed back from the table.
"Y'all got it from here?" Aunt Rose asked.
"We got it, mom," Chelle said.
"Good. I'm off to bed. Early shift tomorrow."
She kissed me on the cheek as she passed and gave Chelle's shoulder a gentle squeeze before disappearing down the hallway.
In the kitchen, I turned on the faucet, filled the sink. Chelle was next to me, handing over plates one at a time. The closeness didn't feel new, exactly. But lately, something about the space between us had started to feel charged.
"You got quiet, what are you thinking about?" she said softly, her side brushing mine.
"Just thinking," I said, rinsing a dish. "About everything."
She leaned a little closer, just enough to press her hip against mine. "You're handling it like a grown man. I'm proud of you."
Her voice lingered in my chest more than it should have. When I looked over, her eyes were already on me, warm, steady, and unblinking.
"I don't feel grown," I said.
"You're getting there. Fast, believe me you are so much more mature than a senior in high school."
She glanced down at my arms, now wet from dish water. Then, almost without thinking, she reached over and ran her fingers along my bicep.
"You weren't like this when you moved in," she said, almost a whisper. "You're filling out even more. Your chest, your shoulders, your arms, and well you know the other muscle I love" Chelle teased and ran her hand over my cock and teased it slightly as she kissed my cheek. "It's like you've been carved out of something solid."
I swallowed, suddenly aware of every point where our bodies touched. My voice came out low, rougher than I meant. "You always notice this much?"
"Only when I care," she said, setting the last plate down. "And I care."
We didn't move right away. The kitchen light cast a soft gold glow on the tile floor, and her fingers stayed resting on my arm. Slowly, deliberately, I turned to face her. She looked up at me, head tilted just a little, eyes wide and unafraid.
"Chelle," I said.
"I'm here," she whispered.
Her fingers moved slowly over my chest like she was learning the shape of me all over again. Every touch sent warmth spiraling through me, not just desire, but something heavier, deeper. She wasn't rushing. Neither was I.
"Chelle," I whispered, brushing her hair back from her face. "You know I love you?"
She nodded her voice soft but steady. "I've never been more in love with anyone thank you, Marcus."
We met in a kiss, this one fuller, hungrier. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the way her body curved into mine like she belonged there. She rose up onto her tippy toes and broke the kiss. "Come on."
We made our way upstairs to my bedroom. Chelle didn't even consider going into hers. She playfully pushed me onto the bed, then sat up on her knees, straddling me, her fingers tugging gently at the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms, letting her pull it over my head. Her eyes roamed across my chest, her hands following soon after.
"You've changed so much," she murmured, her voice low and warm. "Your shoulders... your back... you're not the same boy who first loved me."
I brought my hands to her waist, then slid them up her sides, feeling the heat of her skin beneath her thin shirt. "And you're not the same girl," I said. "You're more beautiful and more every day."
She leaned in again, and we kissed, long, deep, slow. Her hands ran through my hair, her breath catching as my lips traced the line of her jaw, then lower, down her neck. I took my time, and so did she. There was nothing fast, nothing careless. Just closeness. Just us.
When I laid her back against the bed, she pulled me with her. Her body welcomed mine, fitting against me in a way that felt meant. Her hands explored my shoulders, arms, chest as if she was trying to memorize me. I kissed her like I had all night to learn her too, I did. I wanted this moment to last.
The room felt hushed, like even the night outside was holding its breath for us. Our clothes came off slowly, not out of haste, but reverence. I kissed along her collarbone, down to her stomach, listening for every sigh, every whisper of my name. She responded to every touch like it mattered because it did. This wasn't just physical. This was trust, vulnerability, the unspoken promise that we were giving all of ourselves.
When our bodies finally met, it wasn't just movement. It was rhythm, a connection. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her lips parting as she drew in a deep breath, and I moved with her, not just into her, but into something more complete. Something whole. We moved together slowly at first, in perfect time, and she held me like she never wanted to let go.
"Marcus..." she whispered, breathless.
"I'm here," I said, brushing my hand through her hair. "I've got you."
She pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around me, her body rising to meet mine with each slow thrust. There was sweat on my back, warmth between us, her nails pressing into my skin just enough to remind me I was real. Her voice trembled in my ear as she said my name again, not loud, but deep with feeling.
I kissed her through it, held her tighter, and moved deeper. She whispered things I can't forget how safe she felt, how much she wanted this, how much she wanted me. And I told her everything I'd never said out loud. That she'd kept me grounded. That I thought about her more than I admitted. That I didn't know what was next, but I knew I didn't want to face it without her.
Our pace built naturally, her firm breasts pressed into my chest was a euphoric feeling that captured my attention. Our slow movements and thrusts turned into something stronger. She arched beneath me, breathing faster, her hands clutching me. We stayed locked like that, skin to skin, heart to heart.
Chelle came in a moment of erotic silence as she shivered against me. When she hit her peak her love flowed and wet us both but I didn't stop. I needed her to know how much I loved her, yes I loved my cousin.
I loved the girl who through it all was always at my side. I needed her to know there would never be anyone as special as her. I didn't slow my thrusts. Her nails dug slightly deeper. I sped up wanting her to peak again. But I needed to take charge of this.
I rolled with me so Chelle was on her front. I knelt up behind her and lifted her up to her knees. Chelle turned her head and murmured how this would make her cum harder, as I would drive deeper.
I took her small hips in my hands and pulled her bottom back, my length filling her and as my cock sank deep into her, she moaned into my pillow.
"Never my lover, never stop!"
And so I continued thirsting, our flesh slapping. She squealed louder as I cupped her breast swaying underneath her body and punched her hardened nipple. Suddenly she screamed and flooded me again with her wetness.
At that moment when Chelle came, when our bodies hit that peak together it felt like more than release. It felt like coming home. I quivered and leaned forward pushing fully into her and squirted deep into her cervix.
Gently I held her as we moved, lying on my side. Until we calmed a bit then I rolled flat on my back bringing her with me, cuddling in our love. We stayed like that, tangled in each other, our bodies touching, breath steadying together. I ran my hand gently along her back as she curled into my chest.
"You okay?" I whispered.
She smiled against my skin. "More than okay. I feel... full. Like I finally belong somewhere."
I kissed the top of her head. "You do. Right here."
She looked up at me, eyes soft but strong. "We're more than just this right?"
"We've always been more," I said. "This just made it louder."
Outside, the wind shifted in the trees. Inside, her fingers slipped into mine as we drifted into quiet, together. There was no going back, only moving forward.
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It was three days later, one month from graduation when I came down from my room. The house was quiet. Chelle was out at her morning study group, and the sun was just starting to rise, I could see the golden lines across the kitchen floor. I came downstairs still half in my thoughts. Sleep had been light, restless but something about the smell of brewed coffee and the faint hum of music from the radio brought me back.
Aunt Rose was by the sink, rinsing off a cutting board, her robe tied loosely at the waist and slippers covered her feet. She moved like she always had calm, measured, but there was something in her posture that told me she knew I was coming before I even stepped into the room.
I stood there for a second, watching her, wondering how many mornings she'd done this getting up early, taking care of a house that didn't always take care of her back. And for the first time, it really hit me how much she'd held together for me.
I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She pressed her still firm ass back against my crotch.
She stiffened just a second from surprise as my left hand slid into her slightly open robe where I cupped her breast and nipped at her neck. She let out a breath and leaned back into me, her hands resting on mine.
"Hey, baby," she said, turning her head slightly. "You okay?"
I nodded, pressing my cheek gently against hers. "Yeah. I just needed a hug."
"You came to the right place. I miss you holding me like this." she said softly, her hand over top of mine as I still cupped her breast, her nipple hardening against the palm of my hand.
We stood like that for a moment. Quiet and still. The only sound was the drip of the faucet and the soft crescendo on the radio.
"I made a decision, Rose" I said finally, my voice low near her ear. "I'm going to Maryland. I'm going to play."
She didn't say anything at first. Just took a deep breath, then turned in my arms so she could face me fully. Her eyes were already shining.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," I said. "It just... it feels right. I know it won't be easy, but I've got a shot to do something real. Something that could open doors."
Her hands came up to my shoulders, then slid down my arms, just like Mom used to do when I was younger, trying to calm me down before games. "Your Mom would be proud," she said. "And I'm proud too. You've grown into someone who thinks things through. You don't just chase what's flashy. You look for what lasts."
I felt my throat tighten, but I nodded.
"She always believed I had something," I said. "I think part of me's doing this for her. The rest of me... I'm doing it for me! It will be hard work and there will be a lot of fighting against the odds but that is what I am here for."
She smiled eyes full of something deep. "Then go fight, baby. You've earned it." She wrapped her arms around me, her head resting on my chest; she hugged me tighter pressing her body against me.
I pulled her tighter into a full hug, arms tight around her, and she didn't hold back. She hugged me like I was still ten years old but also like she knew I wasn't that boy anymore. We held on longer than usual; both of us quiet in it. Her face pressed against my chest. No words for a while, just that silent exchange of strength that comes from love without condition.
When she finally pulled back, her hands stayed on my arms. "It's gonna be a new chapter. New people, big campus, big games. Don't let it swallow you."
"I won't," I said. "I've got people who keep me grounded."
"You better. I don't care how many weight rooms or practices you got."
I smiled. "Every Sunday. No excuses, I will be here for you."
"And Chelle!" Aunt Rose was adamant.
She stepped back, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist, and then reached for her coffee. "I'm proud of you, Marcus. But more than that, I love you; you have grown into the man your mother wanted. And the man who can have anything he wants." She winked and then smiled.
"Including any woman in this house." She leaned up on her tippy toes and kissed me, a yearning lover's kiss.
I bent down and took her in my arms and as I did, she slipped her loosening robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I knew that look and I certainly knew that feeling when she lowered my shorts and took my length in her hand.
She knelt on the floor and licked my cock as if it was a lollipop. Her eyes looked up at me and she opened her mouth sucking the crown of my thick cock into her mouth. I spread my legs slightly and waited as her hands came to rest on my hips.
Her eyes never left mine as she opened her mouth and blinked. I pressed my cock forward touching the back of her throat. I pulled back and then as she nodded I held her head with a bit more pressure and started thrusting in her mouth and throat.
Her saliva and drool dropped to her chest and the floor. I pulled out and let her catch her breath. "My face and chest!" She heaved. "Make me a slutty woman and treat me like your filthy whore. Cum on my face this time."
She forced her mouth back into my cock. Her left hand cupped my heavy balls. Her hand barely contained their size. I pushed my length deeper. She snorted as I pushed too far but I didn't relent, I wanted to make her a slut, she asked for it. I thrust harder fucking her mouth and throat.
She snorted again, I pulled back but she leaned forward not letting it. That tripped my switch. I felt the tingle. "Going to cum slut!"
I pulled out and watched as she took both hands stroking my cock. Rose spurred me on. I tilted my head back as the first spurt erupted landing on her forehead and in her hair, the second on her open mouth she quickly tilted my cock down as the third spurt, a thicker spurt landed on her chest, in the valley of her breasts.
I pulled my cock from her hands and pressed the tip to her lips. She opened and sucked the last bit from my balls.
"Rose, you are a wild woman." I moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.
She opened her mouth still licking my cock. "Yes, this cock belongs to me, your slut." She kissed the tip once more and moved to stand. "We need a shower and you need to get ready for school."
We showered and I dressed, Rose put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Thirty minutes later we made our way back to the kitchen and poured our coffee and sat at the table.
"Thank you," I said. "For everything Rose, I will never be able to repay you."
She looked at me over her mug. "Don't thank me yet. I'm still gonna ride you about keeping your grades up and not skipping class for some game or girl or even my daughter."
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."
She laughed, and for the first time in days, it felt like the house took a deep breath with us.
We sat at the kitchen table, and we just existed there for a while, me with my thoughts, her with her quiet strength.
I needed to call the coach, there were forms to fill, papers to sign. But for now, in this kitchen, on this quiet spring morning, the decision had been made.
And it felt good.
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It was around six, I was sitting on the couch relaxing when Chelle came through the front door, dropping her backpack with a soft thump by the coat rack. The sun had started shifting low, casting long shadows through the living room window.
"I missed you today." I said.
"Yeah? It doesn't seem like you miss me. You never came looking for me!"
That was strange, not a typical Chelle answer. I stood to meet her and to hug her but she ducked underneath me and made her way up to her bedroom.
"Hey," I called to her as she ran up the steps. "Chelle?" I heard her door slam closed.
The morning's conversation with Aunt Rose was still sitting in my chest but this freaked me out.
Rose walked into the living room when she heard me. I shrugged. Rose smiled and told me she would go upstairs and figure this out.
I walked up the steps behind Rose but before she could knock. I did and twisted her handle.
"Hey! No, out no!" Chelle screamed. "Get out and leave me alone!"
"Chelle?" I asked softly.
"Get out now!" She screamed. I could see the tears streaming down her face.
I was dumbfounded and looked inquisitively at Rose. She nodded and told me to go back downstairs. I watched as Rose stepped inside Chelle's room and closed the bedroom door. What I heard next was the saddest crying I had ever heard in all my days.
About an hour later, Rose came downstairs. She smiled as I stood watching her come and hug me. "Give her some space. She needs some space Marcus, just give her some space."
I made my way downstairs and walked through the kitchen and out the back door. I sat in a chair in the yard and tried to figure out what had happened. The sun was setting on the horizon.
I watched as Chelle walked out the same back door. She had a glass of water in her hand. She moved the chair a bit closer and sat down. She leaned back a bit.
"I am sorry, I have a thing going on and I am not ready to talk about it. Mom told me to come see you. I am sorry."
She took a sip of water watching me closely. I didn't move, I wasn't sure, this was... different.
"Well? Talk! You've got that look in your eyes like something big happened."
I let out a breath, then looked at her. "I made a decision about school, about everything."
She sat up straighter. "Oh!"
"I'm going to Maryland," I said. "I'm going to play football for Coach Claiborne."
Chelle blinked, and for a second she didn't say anything. Then a slow smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.
"You really did it."
"Yeah."
She leaned back in her chair, taking it in. "So this is real, you are doing it huh?"
"Yeah." I said. "And it scares me a little. But it also feels like what I'm supposed to do."
She was quiet for a second then she stood. "I'm proud of you," she said. "You didn't take the easy path. You thought it through. And you're doing this on your terms."
I nodded. "I just... I wanted you to hear it from me. Before the world starts moving too fast."
She squeezed my hand gently. "Thanks. That means a lot."
There was something else in her eyes too, something thoughtful, maybe a little sadness. "Preseason workouts begin in early June. I'll be on campus by the first."
"That's two months from now," she said.
"Yeah. Two months to be here. With you, my family."
Chelle tilted her head, eyes softening; she started crying again and ran into the house. I sat there dumbfounded again. What the hell did I do wrong this time?
The sun had set and it was late evening when I made my way back inside, the house lights had been turned off for at least an hour. I knew they were both asleep. I suddenly felt like a failure of a man and a lover. I walked quietly inside.
I sat on my bed and considered how I could pack what I needed and just sort of disappear. I would be out of their lives and the two of them could continue in their lives but then the cruelty of that action took hold in my brain.
I lay down on my bed and just closed my eyes but the world was spinning. I didn't know what to do.
It couldn't have been fifteen minutes later when there was a soft knock on my door, then nothing. I sat up and walked to the door. When I opened it I saw. Chelle was standing there, still dressed as I was. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.
She quietly took my hand and turned walking through the hallway and down the steps. We walked through the house and into the library. The heavy door creaked as it opened. She walked inside holding my hand and the door closed behind us. We walked to the high back chair and she stopped.
Without words we stood in the darkness. I sat in the chair and Chelle curled up onto my lap, like she had done a few days ago. She hugged me and cried, her tears soaking my t-shirt. I just stroked her back and held her.
I was still uncertain what I was supposed to do but I was trying.
When Chelle slowed her tears, she lifted her head from my chest. As she looked into my eyes I could feel the pain in her heart.
"I knew one day you will leave me." The tears didn't stop, "but I didn't think it would be this soon."
"Chelle, I am going to live here and commute as much as I can."
"But I will not see you." The tears rolled down her face. Suddenly she slapped my chest and cried harder.
"And why haven't you asked
me
to prom yet!" She jumped from my lap screaming at me.
"No I have dumbass Bobby Wilson asking me and embarrassing me every fucking day Marcus!" She stood there shaking and then screamed at me. "Damn you Marcus!"
"Chelle! I didn't..."
She turned and stormed out of the library slamming the door behind her. I sat back down in the quiet of the room, realizing that I failed. I hadn't even realized I needed to go to prom with her or anyone as a matter of fact. I wasn't that interested.
When I woke up in the morning my body was stiff but I felt a sense of relief. At least I knew what I had done wrong. I hadn't asked Chelle to prom. Second, I knew what I needed to do. Nothing, I wasn't going to prom; I had no interest.
I started to disappear into myself; I stopped engaging with my Aunt and cousin. They were getting Chelle ready for prom. Twice I thought about knocking on Chelle's door and trying to speak with her but the cold looks were too much to overcome. I just ignored that urge.
Two weeks later as I sat here in the library reading when I heard the cackling of Chelle's friends getting pictures taken, I didn't engage with her, we really hadn't spoken in the last two weeks and we certainly didn't, well let's just say she never knocked on my door at night, neither did her my Aunt; that seemed dead as well.
For all the love they professed, things turned awfully cold in the snap of a finger two weeks ago.
Two weeks later I heard my name announced over the loudspeaker Marcus Nathaniel Hogue.
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On the morning of the second of June, Aunt Rose and Chelle left to go shopping for the vacation. They wanted to go camping in the Great Smoky Mountains. As they pulled out of the driveway I hurried and called Danny, he and a buddy were on standby.
When Danny pulled up to Aunt Rose's front door. He and one of his buddies had their pickup trucks ready. We loaded my stuff from Aunt Rose's into the trucks. There wasn't that much, just clothing and a few boxes. I stood at the kitchen table and then placed the note on the placemat where my Aunt sat for dinner.
Aunt Rose and Chelle,
Thank you! Thank you for the shoulders to cry on, for the meals, the bed, the quiet nights you let me have, and the ones you helped me through. You opened your home when I didn't even know how to ask, and you made space for me to fall apart without judgment.
I know I haven't said much recently, I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I've been trying to hold it together, and that just meant staying out of your way these past four weeks. I thank you for the rides, the laundry, and the way you both kept showing up. That kind of love doesn't come with fireworks. It just stays. And I needed that more than I ever knew.
Chelle, it's been weird, just blame me for being distant, even cold. I can shoulder the blame. It was me, lost in the dark and not reaching for the light that was right there. I didn't know.
I'm sorry for ruining your lives.
Marcus
I put the note on her placemat and turned to walk out of the door, just as frightened as I did when I walked in that day after Mom's funeral. Well at least I could close this chapter of my life and start anew.
~~~ End of Chapter 1 ~~~
I hope you enjoyed this series so far, there is more coming very soon. If you have the time, please share your thoughts in feedback.
All my love,
Aoife
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The New Neighbour - Part 19
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Mind Control
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The New Neighbour -- Part 19
A Word from the Author: The story you are about to read is pure fiction where all characters are eighteen years of age or older. The story involves treating women as sexual playthings but I do not condone treating women with anything but respect. Having said that this is a fantasy story and if you have any difficulty with the content I would urge you not to read this story or any of the other parts of the story. For those who have been following this long drawn out story I apologize for taking so long in getting to this part. I had intended on making the "Dennis Wong part" over two separate parts but decided (because of the delay) to give you everything in one longer part.
My intention over the next few months is to finish this story. I estimate that there will be anywhere from three to five more parts before it is all said and done. Enjoy and don't forget to leave a comment letting me know whether you enjoyed it. We do this for free and our reward is hearing from you, the readers.
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With Dennis's pending appearance the old man patted himself on the back for a well-thought-out plan, a plan he had been contemplating since he first discovered the young man at the country dance. His goal was to offer the young overweight Asian man a viable explanation for her behavior without the old man revealing himself in the process. The old man had verified that Dennis had taken the bait and now believed the backdrop storyline that he had manufactured.
Digging into Dennis Wong's past had been a simple matter through the old man's illicit contacts. He had learned that Dennis Wong had been arrested once for hacking local businesses and released on his own recognizance. He further learned that Dennis's hacking skills were top-notch and that the arrest was a fluke. Armed with that information the old man figured that Dennis had likely hacked Mrs. Prescott's computer and would likely do it again. The old man had, with the help of his contacts, set-up a folder with a hidden alert tag titled "Therapy" and had created a few false documents including a detailed report of her fictitious background.
The therapists report spoke of her early career as a high school teacher, teaching eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds when she was in her mid-twenties. The false report went on to explain that she had announced to her students that she was engaged to be married. Many of her students drooled over her given that she had always warn short skirts that revealed her panties and blouses that looked as if the buttons were going to explode off her chest at any moment.
The report read that on a Friday at the end of the day she accepted a ride from three of her male students claiming to want to celebrate her engagement. Seeing nothing amiss she accompanied them to a private log cabin nearby in the mountains where they offered her doctored drinks that rendered her helpless. Over the next two days dozens of her male students showed up to sexually explore the naïve teacher. According to the report by the end of the weekend she was actively participating with the young men doing everything they asked of her and more. The incident was never reported to the police. Shortly thereafter she packed up and left in the middle of the night. No one, including her fiancée, had any idea where she had gone.
A month later she found work at a high school halfway across the country. In short order she had been let go because of inappropriate behavior with three of her male students including having been seen flashing her bare breasts at young men. The therapist had determined that the incident in the mountains had changed her and that she had reversed roles and become a sexual predator of young men. The report concluded that she should never again work in close proximity to young men unless she had met certain therapeutic treatments and psychological counselling. None of this was true of course but it paved the way for Dennis Wong's arrival and would help explain her behavior without raising suspicion of a law enforcement sting operation.
The old man smiled when the file alert tag had been triggered. A quick search identified Dennis as the culprit. The old man smiled wondering what the young man was thinking as he had read the false report. Initially the old man had wanted to make an appearance playing the part of the therapist but he decided it was too risky to reveal himself. No he would stay in the shadows and force the beautiful wife into one compromising situation after another with young Dennis Wong. The old man could already feel Amanda's emotional state entering new territory as she lamented what she suspected was about to happen.
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Dennis Wong's house...
Dennis sat at his computer desk re-reading the therapy report on Mrs. Prescott and the attached documents. He hadn't expected to find such a goldmine of information but he also questioned whether it was real or not. Only one way to find out he thought.
At a minimum he was hoping on getting to see her in person face to face, or face to breast, and if luck was on his side perhaps a chance to see her partly naked to at least confirm the accuracy of the photo-shopping he had done of her. He knew deep down that the chances of that happening were infinitesimally small but as his father used to say, "you can't expect to win unless you buy a ticket".
Going over to her house was the closest thing to buying a ticket. And if the therapy report was accurate this day could turn out to be ripe for an article in penthouse forum.
Dennis, as well as everyone else in the area, knew by now that her husband was incarcerated for another six months leaving the gorgeous sexy wife all alone and seemingly unprotected. If her passions were as high as the therapy report suggested then Dennis believed she would be itching for a good fucking from a young man. His cock swelled immediately at the prospect even though he considered it remote to non-existent.
He closed down his computer and headed outside to get ready to leave. As he loaded his lawnmower, trimmer and other equipment into his dilapidated pick-up truck his expectations were high but the practical reality was another thing altogether. That didn't stop his imagination from running wild however.
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Amanda Prescott...
Amanda was in a panic unlike any other she had experienced while under the old man's control. She didn't understand what was happening to her and how the old man was able to do what he wanted with her. Until recently she was in the dark as the growing list of sexual experiences were erased daily by the old man but that had ended a few days ago. Now she recalled the horror of what had been done and how she had acted encouraging the abuse. Her earliest recollection was raping John Cowper taking his monster-sized erection as deep as it would go and squeezing it relentlessly with her deep pussy muscles until every drop of his semen was emptied into her. She felt her body tense and tremble with just the thought of what she had done.
Then there had been her behavior with the pizza delivery man as she revealed every inch of her near perfect body to him proudly as she willingly sucked and fucked him. The fact that she had let the man bring her to orgasm was both demoralizing and depressing. Then she had gone ahead and aloud him to photo and video her in all manner of sexual positions.
It was all too much to take. She felt her sanity slowly slipping. At first she had worried about being forced to perform in a sex contest at the county's local strip club which she had heard served up a menu of sexual options for time with the women who worked there. The last thing she wanted was to be on the menu. But now she had to deal with Dennis Wong. She hoped and prayed that he was a gentleman and would refuse to participate in any dalliance with her no matter what she did to encourage him. From all appearances he appeared to be a nice young man. She truly hoped that was the case.
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The Old man...
The old man had learned that weakening the walls of the mind room (something he didn't know he could do until recently) brought her into the sexual experience as if she were voluntarily participating and enjoying every touch, every smell, and every orgasm. Previously it was more of a physical thing only where her body would feel the thrill with minimal effect on her emotions.
But he now knew the benefits and dangers that weakened walls meant -- a greater ability to escape. He had to be much more precise in his actions to control her, a truth he had learned the hard way as his body reminded him of the injuries she had inflicted upon him.
The old man smiled as he felt her exert force on the wall, screaming and protesting demanding that she be let go.
I'm not done with you yet Mrs. Prescott," he spoke to her through the mind connection.
"Both you and your husband have physically injured me and there is a price to pay for that. For George his price includes six more months locked up with a lot more humiliation headed his way when he learns of his wife's desires to please so many men in this town."
"Please!!! Please I'm sorry!!!" she pleaded.
"I know that you would have killed me or tried to," he said, "if not for your longing for Mr. Cowper's cock that you took full advantage of."
"STOP...STOP...PLEASE..." she begged trying to forget how wanton she had acted fucking herself on the young man like a whore. She had been unaware that suggestive conditioning had turned her into a wanton slut only releasing her from its tenacious grip through her sexual release.
Amanda used every ounce of her strength and willpower to fight back and break free but it was useless. The old man had temporarily hardened the walls blocking any further attempt. He intended on weakening the walls once again when Dennis showed up. He wanted to see her sexual degradation at the hands of the young man.
Amanda's anxiety increased by leaps and bounds as she recalled the ugly pizza delivery man. She had felt as if she were stuck behind shatter-proof glass looking out helplessly at a woman who looked exactly like her on the other side performing sexual acts with the man with every touch, sensation, and orgasm racing through her as if she were that other woman. It was horrifying and exhilarating at the same time as her body responded itching for more. It was those duo feelings that frightened her to the core.
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A short while later the doorbell rang. Amanda walked hesitantly to the door trying desperately to prevent herself from opening the door. The old man lay in hiding carefully watching her feeling her fighting back. He exerted a sufficient amount of force to lock her up but it was a strain on him.
He watched as she reached for the door and opened it to a grinning Dennis Wong who stood there speechless as his eyes took in her form. She wore a pair of light blue shorts that were a size to small emphasizing a rounded ass that seemed to naturally thrust backward as if searching for something. As his eyes moved northward he held his breath. She wore a white half t-shirt with no bra. He thought he could make out just a hint of the underside of two very large breasts. Two pointy indentations let him know exactly where her hardened nipples were located. Her toned midriff was bare as were her long legs and delicate feet and toes.
Oh my God... the old man heard her say.
I'm practically naked...she said.
The old man smiled lecherously -- she only wore the two items with no underwear. The old man thought that if Dennis looked down at her hip level he might be rewarded with a hint of her thick outer pussy lips which were straining her shorts and on the verge of popping free.
"Dennis?" she said.
"Yes mam! We spoke earlier. I'm here to mow your lawn and trim around your property."
"Do you want to come in and have some lemonade or something cool to drink on this hot day before you start?"
Dennis was dying to say yes but instead he said, "No thankyou Mrs. Prescott. I better get to it right away. Perhaps after when I am finished."
"Alright then," she said showing disappointment, "but if you change your mind just come in and help yourself to whatever you'd like," she added flirtatiously. She screamed from the mind room in protest.
"What the fuck!" Dennis thought not certain what he had heard.
"Oh Dennis," she started to say as he turned to walk away, "If you do decide to come in and get something I'll likely be in the shower upstairs."
Dennis just nodded trying his best not to stare at her nipple protrusions.
A few minutes later she heard the lawn mower start up and looked out the window watching the overweight young man push the mower around the property. As she watched the old man slipped up behind her and pulled her shorts down to her feet.
"Keep looking at him," he ordered as he worked his erection free. She robotically spread her legs after kicking the shorts free. Seconds later she felt him push into her taking her breath away.
"Ohhhh Godddd..." she moaned pushing back against him feeling his erection slide in and out fuelled by their growing passion.
Dennis stopped and turned seeing her looking at him from the kitchen window. He waved at her.
She waved back moaning as the old man accelerated fucking her with bone-jarring thrusts. Feeling her arousal cresting towards an orgasm he pulled out completely and tucked himself back into his pants thinking that'll fire her up a bit!
He grinned watching as she continued to thrust her luscious ass back against thin air.
"Ohhhh...fuck meeee..." she begged.
"Wave back at him Amanda," he told her as he moved his hand between her legs stimulating her further.
She waved at Dennis while biting her lower lip as she felt her arousal ramp up again only to disappear as the old man withdrew his hand.
The old man whispered to her, "the only cock you're getting today Mrs. Prescott belongs to that young man out there," he said chuckling.
Amanda stared hard at the young man with a newfound interest while she screamed in outrage from the mind room.
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Dennis continually shifted his pants as he pushed the lawnmower. His cock refused to soften after the brief encounter with Mrs. Prescott and his mind was playing out one scenario after another with her that was distracting. Thoughts of the movies the Graduate and Summer of 42 kept scrolling through his memory.
Sensing movement in his peripheral vision he watched as the garage door opened and Mrs. Prescott came out wearing her half t-shirt, shorts, sandals and a pink cap. She held a pair of small plant clippers and was headed for a a small rose garden that seemed a bit overgrown with a few weeds threatening.
He stopped the mower as she walked up to him. Fuck she's beautiful he thought his eyes laser-focused on her breasts -- her nipples were as hard as before.
"I almost forgot to take care of George's rose garden."
Seeing the look of confusion she added, "George is my husband!"
Lucky bastard Dennis thought.
"Anyway he would be pretty upset if I let his roses fall by the wayside."
"I can take care of that for you," Dennis offered.
"That's sweet of you Dennis but it's important that he knows that I was the one who tended his garden. It's his pride and Joy," she added.
Dennis held back a smirk thinking that his wife and her amazing body should have been his real pride and joy.
Dennis hadn't noticed that she held one hand behind her back until she moved and held out her cell phone to him with a beaming smile.
Looking puzzled Dennis said, "Do you mind taking a few photos of me taking care of his garden. I will send them to him later. I'm sure it will make him very pleased to know that I'm taking care of things."
"Happy to Mrs. Prescott," Dennis said.
"Call me Amanda!"
With a big smile Dennis replied, "No problem Amanda!"
She smiled and turned her back to him walking toward the rose garden.
Dennis hesitated staring hard at her sumptuous ass, swaying hips and long legs.
Holding the clippers in her hand she bent at the waist spread her legs slightly and bent forward grasping at a weed.
Dennis's hands were shaking as he snapped of a photo that captured a full view of the underside of her breasts. He couldn't believe how big they were. The half t-shirt was barely able to contain them and Dennis hoped that they would pop free but the shirt held. He then noticed that there was a hint of wetness between her legs and what he thought was a partial pussy lip.
Dennis quickly readjusted his hardness seconds after she turned her head towards the phone and smiled.
Fuck me! Dennis thought.
"A few more," she said as she got on her hands and knees and began clipping the overgrown flowers. He watched as she spread her knees further her toes wiggling and her breasts swaying dangerously on the verge of escaping as she pushed her upper body downward allowing Dennis a quick view of part of her areole. He snapped away wishing he had his phone with him to take some personal pics.
Suddenly she was standing in front of him with her hand held out. He gave her the phone.
"Thanks for helping me," she said with another broad smile, "I'll have to give you an extra big tip later," she added. Noooo...please stop...she begged the old man from her confinement.
As she walked back towards the garage she turned to him and said, "don't forget Dennis that if you want anything at all just go on in. I'll be in the shower."
Dennis stood there dumbfounded thinking that maybe there was something to that therapy report after all.
Adjusting his pants for the tenth time he got back to work although thoughts of her were never far from his mind.
The Prescott home was on a large grassy lot that circled the home. Dennis quickly found that the best mowing route was to start with the perimeter of the house and move around the house with the mowed circle getting smaller and smaller. Every minute and a half or so he would find himself back at the front of the house. On each pass he would glance up at the second story window figuring that was the likely location of the master bedroom. On each pass he expected to see something but became frustrated convinced that his potential expectations were blown out of proportion. Until after twenty minutes of mowing he looked up to see her in that window. He had to shake his head and rub his eyes from the glare of the sun to understand what he was seeing.
"Holy shit!!!" he said aloud coming to an abrupt stop.
She had her naked breasts pressed against the glass pancaking them with her dark coloured nipples on full display. ...and the kicker was that she was smiling and looked to be licking her lips. Dennis wished that the window was floor to ceiling but it was not. They just stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before she disappeared.
Dennis adjusted his pants once again swore to himself and continued mowing wondering if he should make his way to her bedroom. Too risky he thought.
Meanwhile in her bedroom the old man was once again strategically behind her plunging his hardness in and out of her as she displayed herself to Dennis. The old man could feel her pleading for it to stop but he ignored her as he enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy on his imbedded cock. Amanda's body was again out of control as she pushed back against him aiding in the deep penetration but again as she was nearing a climax he pulled out denying himself as well. He wanted her level of arousal to be as high as it could go. He heard her groan with frustration as she desperately tried to clamp her pussy muscles to prevent the erection escaping her but her passage was too slippery to prevent his exit.
"I've spoiled you Mrs. Prescott," the old man began whispering to her, "your body craves orgasms which are always within easy reach. Your husband will never be able to give you what I and others can. Just look at that young man," he continued, "he's probably got a very hard cock right now and its waiting for you to spread your legs and give you what you deserve."
With that the old man threw her on her bed. He laughed at the look of hunger on her face as she immediately spread her legs wide reaching down and spreading her pussy for him. The old man was tempted but he promised himself that he would degrade her to the full extent possible with the young man before taking his own pleasure with her.
"I'll make you a promise Amanda," he said, "you please that young man and yourself and I will give you the fucking of your life. Deal?"
She nodded her mouth open wide with expectation. The old man felt her fighting hard and calling him every four-letter word imaginable which just made him smile.
"Now let's prepare for our guest," the old man said happily.
A while later Amanda strolled down the stairs to the front door as the doorbell rang.
She had changed into a nice short-sleeved white blouse with comfortable stylish dark blue shorts. She wore a white bra and white panties and had applied lipstick, her other make-up and combed her long hair.
She opened the door to a bewildered Dennis wondering why she had changed clothes thinking that any chances of seeing or doing anything with her had mysteriously vanished.
"I told you to come right in at any time you naughty boy!" she said with a smile.
"You look like you could use a cool drink of lemonade?"
Dennis nodded and thanked her.
He stood looking at her as she handed him the glass. He downed it all in one long draw. It had been a very warm day and Dennis had forgot to bring his water bottle.
He handed her the empty glass.
"Why don't you take a seat Dennis so we can get to know each other better."
His heart fluttered at her words. He let her lead him to the couch
She sat next to him on the long leather couch. He noticed the stain on the leather chair which made his heart beat faster. He stared at her long-toned legs wondering what they would feel like wrapped around him like he had seen online many times.
Finally she broke the awkward silence, "I understand you live close by," she said.
He nodded and told her his address.
"My! That is conveniently close," she added.
"Dennis I have heard a few interesting things about you. I hope you don't mind if I ask you a few questions to get to know you."
He glanced at her nervously.
She smiled. "Do I make you nervous Dennis?"
"A little," he stammered.
"Why would I make you nervous Dennis. You are a big strong young man! If anything I should be nervous around you," she said laughing and touching his shoulder in a friendly manner.
Dennis looked away feeling her eyes on him.
"Pardon me for being so forward Dennis but do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she continued.
He shook his head again.
"I think I'm beginning to understand," she said.
"Are you uncomfortable around women Dennis?"
"I guess so..."
"Have you ever kissed a girl?" she asked.
The old man was using everything he had to control Amanda as she read the signs of where the one-sided conversation was heading and was determined not to contribute to the sexual education of the young man. But the old man was too strong and all she could do was whimper cringing at what her body might do.
"No mam", he replied.
"There's no "mam" here Dennis just two adults enjoying each other's company. Is that clear?" she added playfully.
"Yes Amanda. Sorry!"
"No! No there is no need for apologies Dennis."
"I like you Dennis!" she said.
"You do?" he answered surprised.
"Of course Dennis! You helped me outside with the rose garden and you did a wonderful job on my property. Why wouldn't I like you?" she added rhetorically.
Because sexual goddesses like you don't associate with decrepit guys like me he thought but remained silent.
"I don't know," is what he said.
"Well I don't know either," she added, "I consider people I like as my friends and friends help each other out don't they?"
"I guess so," he replied.
"Now if you don't mind me asking you Dennis, how old are you?"
"I just turned nineteen."
"...and you've never kissed a woman or done anything else with them?"
He shook his head feeling pathetic in front of the sexiest woman he had ever known.
"Well that ends today!" she announced.
He looked at her in shock wondering what she was talking about.
"Give me a kiss Dennis," she instructed him.
He turned his body to her and inched forward pressing his lips to hers. This brief kiss was no more than a peck.
"Okaaayyyy..." she said, "that would be fine if you were kissing your grandmother but not a woman like me or a girlfriend."
"Let's try again! This time loosen your lips and press them slowly to mine feeling how soft and thick my lips are against yours. And don't forget to keep your eyes closed savouring the moment."
He readied himself and moved towards her again as she moved to meet him. The kiss was much more passionate and lasted almost half a minute.
"That was much better," she said her breathing being a little faster.
Dennis's cock had swelled at the intimacy of the kiss.
"Let's try again but this time a little slower and more of an open mouth. ...and take me in your arms."
Dennis followed her instructions as they kissed feverishly for almost a full minute.
Dennis could feel her heart pounding through her breasts as he held her. He wished he could adjust his pants again.
Amanda felt the first trickle of vaginal secretion and screamed for it to stop in the mind room. The old man threatened that he would make her visit all of her neighbours naked if she didn't stop. The protests ended.
"Now you're getting the hang of it Dennis. One more time. This time I want you to pretend that we were just married and we are finally alone in bed on our wedding night. We are hungry for each other and you want to show me your passion with the most passionate kiss ever. This time I want you to use your tongue and I will use mine. Ready?"
He nodded anxiously as she lay on the couch pulling him on top of her. Their mouths connected once again, their lips pressed firmly together while their tongues battled each other in a pre-coital lead-up. Dennis felt his penis swell as she angled her hips pushing upward against him as the sensual nature of the passionate kiss increased growing into something wilder.
Minutes later he felt her hands pushing him away. He moved off her and they were again sitting side by side but breathing much harder.
"You get an A plus for that Dennis," she said panting, "if that had of been our wedding night it would have been a prelude to much more," she added.
The old man ignored the whimpering in the mind room.
Dennis smiled for the first time.
"Thankyou!" he said.
"No! Thankyou Dennis. If someone asks you if you've ever kissed a woman you can now say "yes I have with confidence!""
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked trying to be coy.
"Very much!"
"I can tell," she said teasingly as she stared at the bulge in his shorts.
"Oh my God!" he said blushing furiously, "I'm so sorry!"
"Don't be sorry Dennis. Women like it when a man responds to them like that -- well maybe not all women but most if they cared to admit it that is. It tells them that they are desirable and wanted."
"Do you find me desirable Dennis?" she asked flirtatiously.
"My God yes!" he began, "you're the most beautiful and sexiest woman I have ever seen," he said worried that he might be crossing a line.
Amanda beamed her nipples tightening and lengthening.
"That makes me feel very special Dennis. As you know my husband isn't around to keep me company these days. So I don't have a man around to tell me those things which makes me feel extra special when there is someone to tell me."
Dennis just stared at her with a newfound sense of awe as if he had discovered buried treasure.
Changing the subject she stared him in the eye and asked, "do you trust me Dennis?"
He thought it was an odd question but immediately nodded adding, "of course!"
"Well then it's important that we be perfectly honest with each other don't you think?"
Again he nodded unsure of where this was going.
Taking a deep breath she looked him again in the eye and said, "Someone close to me recently told me that you have some photos of me that have been photo-shopped. Is there any truth to that Dennis?"
She carefully watched his reaction. She could tell that he was debating telling the truth or lying.
Taking a deep breath through his nose he looked at her and said, "it's true Amanda but please let me explain," he added.
"Go ahead Dennis after all if we can't trust each other then our friendship likely ends here."
That was the last thing he wanted.
"The first time I saw you at the country dance I was spellbound," he began, "you were so beautiful and sexy that I couldn't keep my eyes off of you. I watched you dancing with your husband and other men and I wished I could dance with you. I even went to dance classes to learn but I was too shy to ask you even though I went to all the dances and just sat on the sidelines contemplating life."
Her expression softened. "Go on," she encouraged.
"Well after that first time I couldn't get you out of my head."
"Did you picture me naked?" she asked calmly.
He lowered his head, "yes!"
"Did you picture me having sex?"
"Yes!"
"With you?"
"Yes!"
"So you became infatuated with me?"
He nodded feeling ashamed.
Suddenly she moved to him grasped his chin and turned him pressing her lips to his in another passionate groin exciting kiss.
He met her kiss with equal vigour.
She slowly pushed him away and said, "I am very flattered Dennis that you find me so attractive and desirable. You don't know how good that makes me feel. I haven't been with my husband in almost a month and I have needs that are going unfulfilled -- needs that are growing stronger every day."
She failed to mention all of the sex that she had had with the old man and a few others including her husband's business partner and the pizza delivery guy.
"So trust me when I say that I can appreciate the level of frustration that builds and builds and builds..."
"I want you to show me the photos you have of me. Are you willing to do that Dennis?"
"Yes but we would have to go back to my place," he said.
"You couldn't use my computer? It's in my office down the hall," she added.
"I guess I could do that," he said getting up and following her swaying ass to her home office.
The old man laughed making her purposefully wiggle her hips at the young man. He listened to her cries of shame and humiliation. She would never have led a man on and acted like that.
She stood back letting Dennis sign on to his computer via remote access with her computer. He pulled up the folder with almost fifty images all labelled Amanda with a number starting with 001.
"Are you sure you want to see these?" he asked embarrassed.
"More than ever," she replied.
"Okay!' he said clicking on the set which would move on to the next photo every five seconds.
She shouted for him to stop on 006.
In the photo she was naked and bent at the waist holding onto her breasts with her ass thrust back. There was a very long cock inches from her backside.
"Mmmm...I like that one!" she announced feeling her pussy squirt more lubricant in readiness.
Photo 051 was the last one and the one he had photo-shopped with the recent photos posted.
"Well what do you think?" he asked her.
"Honestly Dennis I am so flattered with your collection but a little disappointed."
"Why?"
"The earlier photos show my breasts as too small or too large and my ass is either skinny or overly large. You just haven't captured my real body however photo 051 is quite different. Where did you get that one?"
"It was posted on a website for risque photos of married women by an anonymous person."
"Well whoever it was may have gotten it right," she said, "that looks like my breasts!"
"I thought that it was the best match but I really didn't know one way or another," he said.
"Well there's only one way to verify photo 051," she said unbuttoning her blouse.
Dennis stared in shock watching her fingers undo every button until she pulled it free setting it on the back of the computer chair before reaching for her bra clasp behind her.
She removed her bra and stood topless letting her perfectly large breasts move slightly her nipples rock hard.
"Can you enlarge that photo Dennis?"
He clicked on a few buttons and the photo filled the screen.
"That's the left breast," she said then putting her hand underneath her left breast she began the visual comparison.
"It seems to be a match," she said, "what do you think?" she asked him.
Dennis's cock throbbed painfully as he stared at her breasts inches away.
"It looks the same," he said, "but the aureole looks a bit different. Do you mind," he said innocently reaching for her breast.
She shook her head, "go ahead."
Dennis's hand closed around what he would later refer to as the most perfect breast. It was topped by an erect nipple that he desperately wanted to put in his mouth. He ran his thumb over the tip and surrounding aureole counting the tiny spikes of flesh that rose in the aureole sea. He gritted his teeth convinced he was about to cum in his pants.
"Well?" she asked, "what's the verdict?"
"I agree Amanda -- it's definitely you!" he said struggling to contain the desire to cum.
"That's what I thought!"
"But how did someone get a picture of you like that?"
"Maybe a peeping tom," she suggested.
She smiled watching him hold her breast.
"Do you like them Dennis?"
"They're amazing," he said.
"You can play with them for a bit if you'd like!"
He had a pained look on his face which she misread.
"Are you okay?"
"I think I'm going to lose it," he said his hands massaging her chest and twirling her nipples with thumb and forefinger while his cock swelled dangerously. He had dreamed of doing this to her for months and now it was coming true. He felt like pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"If I can do that for you Dennis it makes me proud and happy. We can always clean you up after."
Dennis unzipped his pants with one hand freeing his painful erection which he held with one hand while playing with her breasts with his other hand.
"Here let me," she volunteered taking his penis into her hands and stroking him. Dennis grabbed onto both breasts the nipples tickling his palms. He couldn't believe how soft yet firm, round and large they were. As her hand began to stroke him he pushed his face into her cleavage feeling the warmth of her breasts against his cheeks when he couldn't contain himself any longer and he erupted covering her hands with spurt after spurt of his semen.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
She licked her lips feeling the semen coat her hands wanting to lick every drop off of him. "Shhh..." she said, "just enjoy the moment."
A few minutes later she led him to the bathroom where she used a washcloth and soap to thoroughly clean his penis and testicles. She could tell that the simple act of cleaning was taking its toll on him smirking certain that her bobbing naked breasts didn't help.
She left him to dry off and returned to her office retrieving her blouse which she put on leaving a few top buttons open to reveal her glorious cleavage. She left the bra in her office.
"Do you want something to drink?" she yelled down the hallway.
"A coffee with one cream and two sugars," he said.
"Coming up," she said, "I'll be in the kitchen waiting.
While Dennis readied himself the old man slipped back into the kitchen unannounced and quickly moved his hand inside her shorts and panties. He smiled like a devil and said, "naughty girl!" feeling how wet she was. He thrust two fingers into her and removed them quickly as the bathroom door opened. The old man disappeared to his hiding spot softly sucking on the two fingers that had penetrated her.
With coffees in hand the two once again sat next to each other.
Placing her hand on his knee she said, "I want you to know Dennis that it took a lot of trust for you to be honest with me about those photos. I feel that we can now fully trust each other."
"I'm glad that you're not angry with me," he said.
"I could never be angry with someone I completely trust Dennis," she said matter-of-factly.
"...which brings me back to our earlier discussion," she began.
"You said that you had never been with a woman -- never kissed a woman, never held one in your arms, never touched another woman in certain ways..."
He nodded. "I know it's sad and weird but I am not exactly an athletic or handsome guy!"
"Dennis! Don't you dare compare yourself to those athletic adonis and rich kids with a sense of entitlement. Most of them are dishonest with their feelings and are just interested in bedding women to up their lifetime score card. It has been my experience that it's the other types of boys who are much more interesting. Their level of enthusiasm and wanting to pleasure the women they are with stands well above the elitist group who are only interested in their own pleasure. One day you'll find the right woman for you Dennis. I am convinced of that. And now you know a little more about kissing which gives you a leg up on some of the competition. But I think that you would be much better off if you knew your way around a woman's body and what to do to please her."
Dennis beamed. "I do know a few things," he said.
"How is that possible Dennis if you've never had a girlfriend?"
He smiled as if only he knew the secret. "I learned a few things online," he said.
"I think that is great Dennis that you are so motivated that you go out looking for answers to those important questions but I am always skeptical of online information. It seems that everyone has a hidden agenda mostly aimed at emptying your bank account rather than provide meaningful and accurate information.
"I believe that I can help you with that," she said looking at her watch, but it's almost 5:00pm. Do you want to stay for dinner? We can talk about this more after."
"I would like that Amanda. Thankyou!"
"You're very welcome," she said leaning in and giving him a very passionate kiss which he returned. As the couple broke apart she said, "you're getting very good at that but remember that practice makes perfect!" which made him smile.
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In the mind room Amanda wailed and pleaded watching her self worth and reputation suffer blows she was not convinced she could recover from. If the town knew what a married women in her thirties did with a teenage neighbour she would be tarred and feathered and rode out of town. She worried as to how George would react and whether their marriage could survive knowing full well that it was probably too late. She was not going to give up even with the enormous odds against her. She was determined not to let that happen. She would do whatever was necessary to protect her husband and her reputation realizing the momentous nature of those tasks.
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After dinner Dennis insisted on cleaning up, washing and drying the dishes for which he was rewarded with another wet passionate kiss that made his knees shake.
For the tenth time he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He had yet to understand why she was so friendly with him but his male psyche was telling him to enjoy the ride and not question such a generous gift horse.
Amanda told him to make himself comfortable on the couch and that she would bring him a coffee.
Dennis sat back on the couch surveying the house, his eyes once again zeroing in on the stain of the chair then back to her luscious form. He watched her ass as she made her way back from the kitchen with two cups of coffee in hand one of which she handed him.
"You ready for a little more practice?" she asked with a mischievous grin forced upon her by the old man.
"More than ready!" he replied.
"Then scoot over," she said moving alongside him.
With a bravery he didn't know he possessed he said, "how about you sit right here," he added patting his lap.
"Oooo...I like it when men order me around!"
The whimpering grew louder. The old man ignored her.
"Really?" he asked.
"Uh-huh!" she challenged.
"Well then get on my lap now," he said with some authority.
She moved into position side-saddle on his lap.
"I'll show you a couple of much better lap positions later," she promised.
"I can't wait," he said reaching for the back of her neck and pulling her to him, their lips pressing together in another impassioned embrace which went on and on until she broke away panting.
She looked him in the eye and said, "you're definitely getting very good at that!"
"Are you ready for a little more?" she asked without elaborating.
"Anything!" he replied.
She began to unbutton her blouse feeling his erection underneath her.
"I can feel that you are enjoying the show!" she said laughing as she eased her arms from the unbuttoned blouse throwing it aside.
"Oh my God!" he said excitedly feeling his cock throb and swell as her large breasts pressed against the thin layer of material that contained them.
"Did you like my little show earlier when you were mowing the lawn?"
"I thought I was imagining it," he said his cheeks turning red.
"I just wanted to give you a little inspiration," she added.
"I think you did the opposite," he started to say, "because I couldn't concentrate after that!"
"Funny boy!" she said laughing pulling his face into her bra clad breasts and shimmying her shoulders.
"Now for a little test," she said, "while we make-out you are going to unclip my bra without me noticing until it is undone. You ready for the challenge?"
"Oh yeah!!!"
They began to kiss again their mouths exploring each other as he fumbled to find the bra clasp. It wasn't until the fourth try that he finally succeeded but she made him practice it over and over.
At one point Dennis became frustrated. She told him not to worry as it took practice. She apologized for having him do it over and over explaining that it was her background as a high school teacher that had driven the desire for perfection.
His belief in her background story created by the old man kept increasing as the old man used every opportunity to reinforce the tale.
Once practice time was over she sat on his lap topless. He couldn't take his eyes off her amazing breasts her nipples calling to him.
"Wow!" was all he said.
She smiled knowingly saying, "a boyfriend of mine before George came along liked to joke around that I must have been at the head of the line when it came time to passing out breasts."
That's not true she screamed from the mind room. The old man again ignored her.
"That's perfectly understandable," Dennis said with a grin.
"There is a downside to them though," she began, "men tend to pay too much attention to them and ignore other more important parts of me that are in greater need of attention if you know what I mean!"
"I think I do," he said uncertain what she meant but confident that she would clear it up soon.
"What do you want to do now?" she asked playfully shimmying her shoulders starting her breasts to sway hypnotically.
Without saying a word he lowered her head and captured her left nipple in his mouth sucking voraciously on it.
"Whoa tiger!" she said pushing his head from her the wet hard nipple noisily slipping free.
He looked at her confused.
"Take you time and be gentle. It's not a race. Hold me and feel my arousal, how I breathe the rate of my heart as you play with my breasts."
"Let's start with kneading them. Give me your hands."
He placed his hands in hers.
She placed her hands on the back of his hands then covered her breasts with his palms.
"Now follow my lead," she said as she moved his hands to the base of her breasts working up and to the side back and forth almost like a semi-deep circular massage. The hands expertly covered every inch of her large breasts.
"Use you palms to massage my nipples in a slight rotation like this," she continued guiding him.
"Ohhh...just like that..." she moaned feeling her channel lubricate.
From the mind room her protests increased as she felt the lubrication coating her insides preparing for the main act.
She moved his hands to the sides of her breasts gradually pushing them together before starting another round on deep kneading this time with a rolling nipple grip as his hands passed over the center of each breast before returning to the base to begin the erotic massage once again.
She stopped moving his hands and leaned into him kissing him deeply.
"I think you're ready to fly solo," she said removing her hands from his.
Taking the lead Dennis began to move his hands like she had shown him. Within minutes her moans took on a throaty urgency, her breathing changed and her hips began to move on his lap searching for his hardness.
Almost five minutes passed before she asked him to stop.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked in near-panic.
"Oh my God no Dennis. That was perfect! In fact a little too perfect! I was about to..." she began but stopped herself.
"You were about to what?" he asked.
"Nothing at all Dennis!" she said coyly.
"I thought you said we trust each other," he said using her words against her.
"You're right! I'm sorry."
"So you were about to what?"
She looked at him with an animal hunger he was not accustomed to. "I was about to cum Dennis. That's what!"
"Wow!" he replied, "Really? You mean I did that?" he said smugly.
"My breasts have always been very sensitive but that was a first for me. Thankyou for that!" she said, "you're a quick learner," she added.
In the mind room Amanda couldn't stop crying at the continuing progressive humiliation. The near orgasm had been real, shocking her to the core. How can a teenager bring on such feelings she asked herself. Only my husband should be able to do that! She was at a loss once again at the mercy of sexual degenerates' intent on dragging her through their pool of sexual depravity. She couldn't let herself become a victim. She had to stop it but didn't know how.
"Now what?" he asked expectantly.
As she began to recover she looked at him and again they began to kiss with an urgency as he ran his fingers across her nipples rolling and pulling lightly at them which was driving her crazy with lust.
Calming after breaking apart she got up off his lap and said, "remember those other parts I mentioned?"
He nodded.
"I think you need to learn a bit more than what the internet tells you. Are you ready for another sex education lecture from Mrs. Prescott the teacher?"
Dennis nodded so forcefully he thought he pulled something in his neck.
He watched her shimmy out of her shorts and panties before sitting down naked next to him. The first thing he noticed was that she was completely shaved and that her outer pussy lips were thick and slightly apart revealing a hint of a deep moist pink interior.
"Now pay attention," she said to him as she moved her hands between her legs and slowly peeled apart her pussy lips.
Dennis couldn't take his eyes from what she was doing. His rock-hard cock throbbed and his mouth hung open.
Now let's go over the basics," she began almost clinically.
Over the next few minutes she gave him a very detailed anatomy lesson identifying each part of her vagina by its scientific name.
Dennis watched mesmerized as she encouraged him to touch the vaginal parts she identified as she explained their purpose.
While continuing to hold her herself open she asked, "do you have any questions?"
"One!' he began, "where is your pussy?"
She giggled and said, "a pussy is not a scientific term Dennis but rather is what some would consider a vulgar demeaning word for vagina. It's kind of like comparing the words fuck with intercourse and copulation,"
My God...please stop... she cried.
"Any more questions?" she asked.
He nodded. "What are the sexual parts?"
"Great question," she said, "let's take a closer look."
"She opened herself wider and began to explain how, in a heightened state of arousal, many parts of the vagina became sexual in the sense that touching those parts in any way adds to the arousal increasing the quality and strength of an orgasm,
In the mind room Amanda was beside herself with grief and indignation. What woman would say such things to an impressionable young man! The old man heard her thoughts as if she had said them directly to him. That's an easy one Amanda -- a woman that wants to be fucked! He laughed as she whimpered. Please stop this now...I beg you... "Oh we're just getting started Amanda! Enjoy the show!"
"I read that women can have multiple orgasms. Is that really true?"
She smiled. "It's absolutely true Dennis for most women but for that to happen certain things have to take place."
He waited for her to elaborate.
"Well...certain men have a penis which is quite large when fully erect. A big cock can elicit multiple orgasms because it can reach deep into a woman touching off nerves that are ordinarily hard to reach. If the man is big enough the cervical wall can be bumped and even breached into the uterus. The feelings a woman experiences from that alone can be substantial."
"Has that ever happened to you?" he asked.
She immediately thought back to her coupling with John Cowper. "Yes a few times!"
"How many times did you orgasm?"
"Honestly the last time it happened I lost count -- not that I was spending my time counting each one as I was pretty busy at the time," she said laughing, "I'm not even sure if there were multiple orgasms or one real long one that grew in intensity the longer and harder the man fucked me."
My God please stop... Amanda begged and pleaded at her wits end.
"I guess that the man you were with knew what he was doing?"
"Yes he was very skilled and very well endowed!"
"Was the man your husband?" he asked cautiously.
There was a desire to take offense to the question that the old man stamped out.
"No he wasn't my husband Dennis. My husband would not have been able to do what that man did to me."
"I'm so sorry," he said.
"Oh...don't be Dennis. I told my husband all about it -- every little detail."
"Really?"
She nodded. "My husband and I have what you would call an open marriage. While we enjoy each other my sexual demands and urges are more than he can handle. A few years ago we agreed that either of us could date other people. For me it was either that or I would be cheating on him on a regular basis. That wouldn't have been fair to him -- after all I do love him more than anything!"
Dennis sat there in shock at the revelation which helped explain what she was willing to do with him.
"My husband prefers to stay home and watch sports on TV. But he picks most of the men I date including every one of his friends. I sometimes pick one myself but the agreement is that I tell him who I am with, what happened, how they were in bed, and whether I had an orgasm etc."
"...and he's okay with all that?"
She laughed. "Okay! He encourages me Dennis. He loves to see me having sex with other men he especially likes it when I am with two or three men at a time. He sometimes asks me to video the experience or call him on the phone while I am pre-occupied if you know what I mean."
"...and you're okay with it?"
"I'm not only okay with it Dennis, but I also absolutely love having strange men and men I know or my husband knows sexually devour me while I sexually devour them. It makes me feel so alive! Honestly I think that many married women would really benefit from the experience. Many women don't realize that their own husbands would secretly enjoy watching them have sex with others."
Amanda wailed and wailed at the reputational attacks on all aspects of her life yelling denials of an open marriage.
"How big does a man have to be?" he asked nervously.
"Before I answer that question Dennis let's get back on topic. We were talking about the sexual parts of a woman. I told you that all of the vagina becomes super-sensitive but there are a few really important areas that a man should focus in on. Those are the vaginal opening, the g-spot, and the clitoris."
Dennis watched as she spread her legs as wide as she could. Her vaginal opening was wide open.
"Give me your hand," she said.
She guided his index finger to her opening. "Push it in!"
She inhaled as his finger slid into her as deep as it could go.
"Do you feel the walls tightening around your finger?" she asked as she squeezed the finger with her pussy muscles.
"Wow! That's amazing!"
"Now imagine that feeling on your cock!"
Dennis gulped.
"Now slide your finger in and out a few times. You feel how slippery it is?"
He nodded unable to look away from the connection between his finger and her pussy.
"Now that's my pussy. It's where your cock goes."
"Push another finger into me," she ordered.
She waited as he thrust two fingers into her.
"Now turn your wrist a quarter turn to the right. Do you feel the roof of my pussy?"
He nodded.
"Move your fingers around. You're looking for a slight soft spongy bump."
She waited as he explored her. Finally he smiled as her hips jumped.
"I found it!" he said happily.
"Yes you did," she said breathing a little faster.
"That's my g-spot! It is very sensitive. Rub it gently side to side. Mmmmm...oh that feels so good..."
Dennis watched her blissful closed eyed expression as he massaged her g-spot until she grabbed his wrist and shook, her mouth wide open.
"Oh Goddd..."
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Better than okay Dennis. You just made me have an orgasm -- a mild one but it felt great!"
She leaned into him and kissed him as passionately as she could.
She had him remove his fingers. "Look at your fingers."
Dennis examined himself noticing a small droplet of a thick white substance. He looked at her. "What is it?"
"When women orgasm they generally cum differently than a man. That's my version of your semen."
Dennis felt a sense of victory and possessiveness over her.
"What other sexual parts are there. You said there were three but only told me about two of them."
"The coup-de-gras," she said, "the clitoris."
He watched her trace a long finger from her opening up through the furrow and flanges to the top where a marble-like protrusion stood out like a mini-globe.
"This," she said touching the tip and shuddering at the contact, "is a true marvel. This little protrusion contains more nerve endings than any other part of the human body -- male or female. Touching, licking, sucking or stretching the flesh around it will excite a woman to a level where her physical side temporarily dominates her mental/amotional side. In other words she becomes a different person until the need is satisfied. In my opinion its' natures way of putting the woman into mating mode. Failing to satisfy that need leads to many potential problems including frustration and potential cheating."
"The key," she continued, "is to learn what excites a woman and how to properly arouse her. Being aggressive or too fast has its place but in general slow and easy with a helping of patience is important. Take your time unless she gives you clear signs that she wants it hard, fast, and aggressive!"
"Can I?" he asked staring at the exposed clitoris."
"Okay Dennis but gently."
He reached out and ran his finger along the rounded top.
He watched as she bit her lip and shuddered.
She closed her eyes as he took her clit between his fingers and rolled and pulled lightly at it as he had done with her nipples. Her clit had always been extraordinarily sensitive but the sensitivity had soared after Marcia had used the clitoral suction device on her.
Her hips began to thrust upwards and he could have sworn that her pussy became wetter. With an exhausted sigh she grabbed his hand and moved it away from her.
"I was about to cum again!" she said explaining.
Amanda wept continuously at the onslaught against her body that was, in her mind, for her husband only.
Dennis's confidence was steadily increasing by each admission of the beautiful wife of his effect upon her.
"Now back to your question about how big a man has to be," she said her breathing returning to normal.
"A woman is designed to experience pleasure sufficient for her to ready herself for conception with just about any sized penis. Penis size and thickness varies to a degree with the average size around five inches. Six inches or more is generally considered above average. So the million-dollar question is whether bigger is better. While porn sites emphasize large penises at eight inches and more the reality is that if a penis is too large then it is painful not pleasurable for most women. You should also keep in mind Dennis that the channel of some women is not deep and therefore a three-inch penis for some might be more than enough."
"I was tested not too long ago for how big a penis I could take and the results said I could take nine and a half inches which I understand is quite impressive," she said proudly.
"I could probably work in the porn industry and not have to worry about cocks that were just too big. Sometimes just thinking about monster sized cocks makes me so horny I can hardly stand it! That's when I ask my husband if he knows any guys with over-sized cocks. He rarely fails to find me what I want!"
The crying picked up in earnest from the mind room.
"Why would a doctor test for depth?" Dennis asked.
"To make certain that the channel is large enough to support the birth of a child," the old man said fabricating an answer on the fly.
"So what size is best for you?" he asked.
"I like a nice big hard cock Dennis. Anywhere from six to eight inches is what I really like but the man has to be able to have self-control to keep it hard until I've cum a few times. Pre-mature ejaculation is not something I am interested in."
"So am I okay?" he asked nervously wondering whether he had what it took to pleasure this beautiful wife that he had obsessed over after all this time.
"From what I have seen so far it looks perfect but let's take a closer look," she said reaching to undo his pants and pull down his underwear revealing a solid six-inch erection that was quite thick. He watched as she licked her lips and said, "yummy!" which hardened him further.
She took him in her hand her fingers circling his thickness. "I can barely get my fingers around it, it's so thick," she said, "but I can definitely work with this."
He took a deep breath as her fingers caressed his length.
"Am I as big as your husband," he asked curiously.
Suddenly she smiled, let go of him and raced up the stairs to her bedroom returning a minute later with a cigar-shaped box.
"What's that?" he asked.
"The answer to your question about my husband."
He watched her open the box, reach in and withdraw a dildo. He watched as she held it up proudly.
"I call this little George! He keeps me company while my husband George is away but of late little George is not man enough for me."
She again took hold of his erection and put the dildo alongside him.
"This is a near-exact replica of my husband," she said, "so we can compare as if he were right here with us."
Dennis felt the cool rubber against his cock as she carefully eyeballed the two phalluses.
"It seems you're a tiny bit longer than George but a lot thicker than him," she announced.
Dennis couldn't have been happier knowing that he outdid her husband in the dick-measuring department. He felt unexplainable anger towards her husband and an increasing primal desire to protect and possess her.
"Are you ready to learn a little more?" she asked with a crooked smile while stroking his erection.
"Oh God yeah!"
He watched as she spread her legs wide, took hold of the dildo and centered it at her opening.
"The head goes right here," she said showing him the sexual trajectory.
"Now watch what happens when I push it in."
He stared as she slid the dildo into her until it couldn't go further.
"Did you see?" she asked.
He just salivated at the imbedded dildo.
Let me show you one more time," she said pulling it out so that only the head remained. "Watch what happens to my clit."
She pushed it back in then slowly pulled it out. On and on it went until she asked, "do you see what happens to my clit?"
"The cock is stretching your pussy pulling on the furrow pulling on your clit. Do you feel that?" he asked.
"Oh yeah..." she moaned, "but there's nothing like the real thing," she added her gaze focused on his erection.
She pulled the sodden dildo free taking a deep breath. "Oh God!"
"Everything okay?" he asked genuinely concerned.
"We may have to hurry the learning a bit," she said panting, "I'm getting really horny!" she admitted.
Nooooo...stoppppp...no more...this is so wrong... Amanda screamed from the mind room which only excited the old man. He grinned evilly enjoying the torment of Mrs. Prescott. He knew that if the physical Mrs. Prescott was becoming "horny" that the Mrs. Prescott in the mind room was feeling it too.
"Remember this day Dennis," she said sitting back and sliding her body so that her back was on the couch with her ass just on the edge and her feet planted firmly on the ground, ""this is the day you lose your virginity," she said with a lustful smile as she spread her legs wide opening herself to him.
"It's time," she said urging him into position.
Dennis was conflicted with feelings of doubt, concern that he wouldn't live up to her expectations and a sexual awareness the likes of which he had never experienced as he felt the tip of his erection brush up against her splayed vagina.
He felt her reach down and move the erection making sure it was in place before reaching behind him grabbing his flabby ass and pulling him forward.
"Ohhhh mannnn..." he growled as he felt his cock move into the writhing gorgeous wife. He couldn't believe how wet, warm and snug it was inside of her as he continued pushing until he couldn't go further.
He felt her squeeze him. His cock throbbed in response eliciting a series of sounds from her that he would never forget. He moved his hips back then slowly inched back in. She moaned in frustration.
He was confused.
Panting heavily she looked at him and said, "remember when I told you that slow and easy was best?"
He continued to fuck her slowly and nodded.
"Well that's not what I need now Dennis. Fuck me fast and hard as you can. I need it real bad!" she moaned with a sense of desperation.
She moved her legs up and wrapped her legs around him as he began to fuck her with hard strokes that jarred the two of them.
"Yes! Yes! Like that...harder...faster..."
She met his every thrust with a bone jarring thrust upward of her own.
She felt him swell and knew he was close but so was she. They both dug deep and accelerated their thrashing against each other. Suddenly she felt his heavy body stiffen. The feeling of semen spraying inside her had almost always triggered her orgasm and she knew that this was going to be no different as he fucked her deeply then held himself in place unleashing spurt after spurt of his semen against her cervical wall.
She went wild never having felt such a hard spray against her cervix. "Oh Goddd..." she yelled, "I fucking love it...fill my pussy..." she screamed as an orgasm of epic proportions hit her as she relentlessly fucked his motionless cock. They both shivered and moaned in ecstasy. Without warning he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her as her orgasm peaked and slowly abated. His hands moved to her waist holding on tight as she continued to thrust against him.
Suddenly he felt it. His erection which had subsided was back filling her with its girth once again. He started to fuck her again and she responded in kind kissing him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
From the mind room the old man couldn't have been happier taunting the captured beauty like never before. I knew it he said to her you like young cock don't you Mrs. Prescott! She cursed up a storm at him which only fueled his derogatory comments. By the time I'm finished you, you won't be able to resist any man no matter how old.
As they fucked she broke the kiss, "now you can take your time Dennis," she said matching his every thrust and continuously grasping and ungrasping his slithering erection with her well-practiced pussy muscles.
"I could do this all day." he said which made her laugh. The two ground and thrust against each other in a slow rhythm enjoying the connected sensations, orgasms nowhere in sight at the leisurely pace.
"So! Do you feel different having lost your virginity to me?"
From the mind room Amanda witnessed the teenager on top of her fucking her slowly while she met his every thrust. She wanted to die.
"It's the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me but I couldn't feel your cervix."
"That's because it's pretty deep in there but let me try something," she said pushing him back so that he pulled free of her. He watched as she angled back and held her legs together straight in the air supported by her hands. He stared ravenously at her obscenely pressed pussy lips forced against each other in that position. She smiled and slowly began to spread her legs to the side which pushed her pelvis forward and opened her wider than before. Again she supported her legs in the awkward position with her hands.
"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked, "hurry because I'm not sure how long I can hold this position."
Dennis leaped into action easily penetrating her in one deep plunge until he bottomed out.
"Can you feel it?" she asked.
He ground into her. "I think I feel it a bit!"
She thrust her pelvis upward and managed to spread herself further. "How about now?"
Dennis pulled back, took a deep breath and drove his erection as hard as he could into her. "I feel it!" he announced.
"Oh fuck..." she yelled feeling a mild orgasm hit her as his cock hit her cervix just hard enough. He pulled back again and pushed forward again hitting her cervix a second then third time. She felt his cock explode filling her again with his semen which set her off again. She screamed out fighting to enjoy the rapture of the orgasm that was competing with the pain of the stretched muscles from holding her legs so far apart.
As her orgasm withdrew she relaxed her legs. Dennis continued to fuck her as he again felt his erection returning.
She reached up and kissed him. "Dennis! I need a break," she said near exhaustion.
"Oh sorry," he said moving off her. One of her favourite passions was watching her husband's cock emerge from her clasping pussy lips and channel after pleasuring her. Now she watched as a young teenage man withdrew from her his penis trailing traces of semen, lubricant and her orgasmic discharge. She ran her tongue across her lips at the sight.
She looked at her watch before looking up at him. "It's already 6:00pm!"
"You mean we've been doing this all day?" he asked.
"Time goes fast when you're having fun," she said smiling.
"You're staying for dinner!" she announced, "but I really need a shower. You can shower downstairs Dennis." He nodded, picked up his clothes and headed for the main floor shower.
Amanda picked up her clothes and walked up the stairs to the master bathroom where she showered making sure that she was thoroughly clean everywhere. She redid her makeup, brushed her long thick hair and applied her favourite perfume with a quick spurt between her breasts and legs. Afterwards she put on her favourite garter belt, black silk stockings and half bra which she covered with her favourite hoodie and leisure pants. When she went back downstairs she carried her sexiest pair of high heels which she hid behind the couch.
In the shower Dennis pondered what had happened with Mrs. Prescott. It was a dream of a lifetime. He looked at his cock which was rock hard again. It seemed to be a little bigger. Was it possible that it grew with real fucking? He didn't know the answer to that question but didn't really care at that point. He wondered if there was more in store for him as he dressed and walked back into the living room to wait on her completing her shower.
Ten minutes later she walked down the stairs and up to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Please no more...she begged from the mind room but the old man was no longer listening to her.
"Time to fuel up big boy!" she said coyly, "you'll need your energy at peak levels after dinner.
He grinned ear to ear anxious for more.
After dinner they again sat on the living room couch each with a coffee in hand. It was a little after 7:00pm.
"Dennis," she began almost shyly or so it seemed, "would you like to stay overnight?"
His face lit up.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said smiling, "but I'm going to have to ask you to move your truck. After all I can't afford to have the neighbours drawing all kinds of nasty conclusions about me. There are too many gossips in the neighbourhood."
"I can drive it home and walk back since it's only a ten-minute walk from here."
"Alright!" she said, "but can you work your way through the backyard. I'll leave the sliding back door open for you."
Dennis finished his coffee. Got up and headed to the front door to his truck.
"I should be back in fifteen to twenty minutes," he said at the entrance to the house.
She grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt pulled him to her and kissed him like a lover.
"Hurry back!" she said, "I have a few surprises for you."
He couldn't stop smiling. "I can hardly wait!"
She watched him leave. Seconds later the old man appeared shedding his pants and underwear and retaking George's chair. He held up his eight inches and looked at her.
"You know what to do!" he said.
The whimpering ramped up from the mind room.
Knowing he had little time the old man told her to kneel and get to work.
Resignedly she got on her knees and lowered her head taking him fully into her mouth. She sucked him expertly, alternating between sucking and licking every inch of his hardness like a lollipop before tonguing his testicles and sucking lasciviously at the sensitive head of his cock. It wasn't long before the old man groaned, grabbed the back of her head and face fucked her to a mouth load of semen most of which she automatically swallowed.
As she pulled away from him the old man grinned like the cheshire cat, "your cock sucking skills have really improved Mrs. Prescott," he taunted, "but its' too bad you didn't let your many boyfriends do what they wanted to you because you would have been much better today."
She fumed in the mind room consumed with hatred for the old man. She vowed that if she got the chance a second time she would end him.
"You better go wash up and gargle with mouth wash. You wouldn't want your new boyfriend to smell someone else's cum on your breath," he added laughing as he slapped her ass as she walked away. He couldn't wait to get her alone again but he was really looking forward to her first competition at McAllister's the following evening.
The old man quickly returned to his hiding place as he heard the back door open and close.
"I'm back," Dennis announced, "...and I don't think anybody saw me."
There was a twinkle in her eye when she said, "ready for some dessert?"
"I thought we were going to...you know..." he said nervously.
"Close your eyes," she said.
Dennis hesitantly closed his eyes and stood patiently as she removed her bulky pants and hoodie and retrieved her high-heels from behind the couch.
She stood wearing her black garter belt, stockings and half bra showing most of her aerole. She wore no panties.
She stood an arm's length from him when she said, "You can open your eyes!"
Dennis took a very deep breath at the sight before him. "My God you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he said his mouth wide open and his eyes bugged out.
She smiled and twirled before him taking a few extra seconds to show him her perfect ass.
She took his hand and led him to her husband's chair undressing him before pushing him back onto the chair.
She immediately dropped to her knees and began licking his length from the base to just under the crown before moving her mouth at the top of the head taking it into her mouth and sucking it slowly.
"Ohhhh...ughhhhh..." he groaned as she worked her magic on his hardness.
She lip-sucked his length up and down a few times before tonguing his testicles and working back to the head. She massaged his testicles with one hand as she took in every inch of him over and over.
"Ohhh...I'm going to come..." he announced.
She grabbed the base of his cock squeezing tightly while releasing him from her mouth.
"No you don't!" she said playfully.
She looked at him like an animal in heat her mouth wide open, his pre-seminal fluid coating her chin.
She took him by the hand and moved him off the chair.
"My turn!" she announced spreading her toned long legs and opening her pussy wide.
"You know what to do?"
"I think so."
"Use your fingers, lips and tongue on me. Don't forget the three parts I told you about. ...and take your time. I'll let you know how you are doing. Okay?"
He nodded enthusiastically before lowering his head and licking her from her opening through the flanges of her furrow up to her clit tonguing it lightly as his tongue continued north licking her navel, midriff, her cleavage, neck, to nibble on her ear before kissing her passionately.
"Mmmm..." she said savouring the delicateness of the sensual kiss.
"You're very good at that," she said as he reversed his path and was once again paying homage to soft wet open vagina.
"You're making me so horny," she told him. She could feel a smile on his face as he took her thick pussy lips into his mouth sucking on them tenderly while working two fingers into her and quickly locating her g-spot.
"Ohhhh fuckkkk..." she moaned at the g-spot contact as his fingers massaged the sensitive flesh while the tip of his tongue circled the base of her hardened clit.
Remembering something he had read on the internet he used his other hand to locate her anus and pushed his thumb against it prodding the opening which made her moan louder.
As he ate away at her he reveled in how she tasted; the scent of her and how she responded to everything he did to her.
Removing his fingers and thumb from her, much to her dismay as she begged him to keep doing what he was doing to her, he took her legs and placed them on top of each of his shoulders to be able to get much more personal and up close. His fingers and thumb returned to their previous destinations with a fury as he licked, sucked, and tongued every wet spot between her legs. She suddenly put her hands behind his head pulling him into her. He withdrew his fingers and began to fuck her with his tongue. Her hips went wild thrashing up and down and side as an huge orgasm neared.
With trepidation he pulled completely free of her staring at the devastation he had inflicted upon her vagina -- everything looked swollen and extremely wet with her channel opening and closing like a mouth searching for life-giving oxygen.
"What! Why did you stop?" she asked panting heavily.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
She smiled, "so we can enjoy our dessert together!" she said with a grin.
"Lie down on the couch on your back," she ordered.
Without hesitation he moved into position.
"Now," she began moving on top of him with his cock inches from her face and her dripping pussy inches from his. "Do you know what this is?"
"A 69?" he answered.
"You get an A+," she replied, "now let's try and come together."
She lowered her hips until she could feel his mouth on her vagina while she dropped her head and took him into her mouth moving up and down on him as if she were fucking him with her mouth.
She moaned as he devoured her pussy tasting every part of her while his hands grabbed on to her luscious ass. In seconds he had a thumb pressed at her anus increasing her pleasure. He loved the accents to her body of the stockings and garter belt as he ate at her tongue fucking her a few times before finding her clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.
She deep-throated him over and over enjoying the feeling of his filling her mouth with his erection. As the minutes passed their arousal exponentially increased. She began to grind her pussy into his face while sucking longingly on him.
She was close. He was close. Suddenly she went absolutely wild thrusting her mouth on and off him as he ramped up eating her out.
"Ohhhh fuckkkk..." they both said at the same time as the simultaneously orgasmed. He couldn't get enough tasting and swallowing her orgasm as she swallowed every drop he blasted into her mouth. Minutes again passed until the sensations died down. She turned her body so they were face to face. She bent down and kissed him passionately thanking him for giving her a memorable orgasm. He thanked her and they continued to kiss.
I can't take this please...no more...please...I'm losing my mind...I can't take this any longer... she yelled over and over. The old man realized that he may have pushed her a little too far and began to erase the last few hours. She immediately quieted as if going into a deep sleep for the first time in a long time. He had mixed feelings about deleting this part of her memories but he also wanted her to experience so much more. This was a small price to pay for what was to come.
A short while later the odd couple sat next to each other partly naked recovering from their exertions when Amanda said, "I have something special to show you!"
He couldn't wait. His cock was already fully erect again.
"You ever heard of "Amazon"?" she asked.
"You mean the jungle, the river, women they call amazons or Amazonians or the online company?"
"None of the above," she replied in her teacher voice, "here let me show you."
She got up off the couch and had him sit back with his legs spread with knees bent at ninety degrees. "There! Perfect!"
He felt fully exposed understanding how women felt in this position until it dawned on him that this could be a role reversal.
He watched her advance on him so that she was standing between his legs her pussy inches from his erection. She smiled and placed her hands on his knees for balance and support as she moved forward slowly impaling herself on him. Dennis just sat there enjoying himself as she fucked him like a man her hips swiveling back and forth.
"A little secret," she said fucking him steadily, "this is the first time ever doing this. So you're my first!"
"What do you think?" she asked her hips in perpetual motion.
"I love it!"
"Me too!" she said enjoying the fucking that she completely controlled.
"Now how about another first?"
"I'm game if you are!" he said as she pulled away. He felt his cock pull free.
He watched as she turned her back to him telling him not to move as she raised her hips high even with his and bent forward placing her hands on the floor to support herself. She shimmied back telling him to place his cock at her opening. He lined it up and held onto her hips to help guide her down onto it. She pushed down feeling the erection slip once again deep into her.
"Ohhhh...that's different," she said having difficulty maintaining her balance but she persevered feeling the odd bent angle hitting her g-spot with each thrust.
"Can you reach my clit?" she asked as if in a hurry.
"Yes!" he said stretching his arms forward and underneath her locating and rolling her clit.
"Oh Goddd...just like that...fuckkkk...I'm going to cum!" she yelled.
Seconds later Dennis joined her as their orgasms overlapped. The angle bent his cock stemming the bursts making them much stronger when the pressure eased up. The intermittent blasts of semen triggered her first series of multiple orgasms. Dennis shrieked at the amazing sensations on his imbedded cock as the semen rocketed through a narrower opening like a pinched firehose.
He watched as she finally lost her balance falling forward with his cock noisily popping free. She collapsed on to her back one knee bent with a stream of semen oozing from between her thick pussy lips. He would remember that moment for many years to come.
"That was amazing!" he said.
Breathing heavily she said that she agreed adding that it was called the reverse amazon. "I've had hour long workouts that are less draining than that," she said. She was exhausted.
After having a tall glass of cold water to rehydrate Dennis asked her, "were those amazon positions what you wanted to show me for when you sat on my lap?"
"No!" she said, "let me show you!"
Dennis was ready to go again with his cock standing tall as she straddled his lap feeling his penis enter her until their pelvises met.
"In this position," she began, "the woman does most of the work moving back and forth on the man's lap like this," she said sliding her hips back and forth with sexy hip movements that accentuated her ass and legs.
"Oh I like this," he said kissing her.
"I feel that we could go all day like this," he added with a smile.
"Then there's the reverse lap position,: she said getting up off him and turning her back to him lowering her hips to capture his erection deep within her once again. "Now this one both of us can work their magic," she said pushing back at an angle as Dennis fucked up into her as she moved.
"I like this one too!" he said.
"You want to see one of my favourites," she asked him.
"A gentleman never says no to a lady," he said with a grin.
She lifted off him and got on her hands and knees with her ass raised just the right height and her breasts pressed to the floor. She reached behind her and pulled her buttocks open revealing every detail of her ass and pussy. The sight made him salivate like an animal as she urged him forward as she wiggled her hips enticingly.
Moving behind her he slipped easily into her very wet pussy while reaching around so that she lifted her breasts from the floor. Dennis had always dreamed of taking her in this position that allowed him to grope her large breasts.
"This is called doggy style," she said out of breath as Dennis took her to the beginnings of her third orgasm stroking her clit while fucking her as deep as he could. Having come so many times before he felt like he could hold out forever as he fucked the woman of his dreams. But halfway through her third orgasm the sounds she made were just too much for him as he unleashed another smaller load of semen in her. He was surprised he had any left.
She collapsed to the floor face down with Dennis on top of her.
A short while after they pulled apart and showered together in her master bathroom. They were both too tired for anymore having been at each other for half the day. It was almost 11:00pm when she announced that she was going to bed.
"I'll sleep down here," he said, "do you have an extra pillow and a blanket or two?"
The look she gave him hardened his cock.
She smiled, walked sensuously to him and kissed him deeply. "You're sleeping with me mister!" she said in no uncertain terms taking his hand and leading him to her bed.
As he moved up the stairs hand in hand he wondered how much sleep he was going to get. It proved to be very little as the two reacquainted themselves to each other fucking all night long as if it were their last day on earth.
To be continued...
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"husband",
"wife",
"forced orgasm",
"big tits",
"controlled"
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Manchild Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/manchild-ch-02
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Group Sex
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I had banged Martha on a Thursday. She apparently had a conversation with her husband right away, because two days later, I was at her house for a Saturday lunch.
"Jimmy, you've been over often enough that you already know my husband, Walt."
I nodded at Walt. Like his wife, he was in his mid-40's. A tall, distinguished-looking gent, with short black hair and a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He acknowledged me with a slight tilt of his head.
"I wasn't sure if you've ever met his secretary, Jennifer."
I turned my head. I did recognize Jennifer. She had been two grade levels ahead of me at school -- a senior when I was a sophomore. She was a willowy blonde, with wavy shoulder-length hair, small, perky tits and a tight, firm ass. Her 20th birthday was in two months. I'd even spoken to her a time or two in school.
"Hi there." I gave Jennifer a small wave. She gave me a slight smile.
Walt spoke up. "After discussion, my lovely wife and I have decided to have a semi-open marriage. Attempts to steal one of us away will fail." He fixed his secretary with a firm gaze. I nodded: I had no intention of trying to steal away Martha. "This is strictly to spice up our sex life."
"What is a semi-open marriage?" Jennifer asked.
Martha handled that one. "A fully open marriage would mean I could bang any young man I could grab off the street and my husband could fuck anything wearing a skirt. That's not what we're doing. He can fuck either me or you, but no one else. I can boink either him or Jimmy here, but no one else. We're limiting the outside partners."
That made sense. We finished eating, and ten minutes later, all four of us were on the large master bed, naked, and arranged in a square -- more of a rectangle, actually. Walt and I were parallel to each other, lying on our backs. Martha was sitting on her husband's face, and her mouth was an inch from my dick. Jennifer's pussy was against my lips, and her mouth was an inch from Walt's cock.
"Let's get the party started," Martha giggled.
Martha's tongue started licking up and down my cock. I stuck out my own tongue and slid it along Jennifer's slit a few times. When she started leaking nectar, I slipped it inside her. I could feel Martha's mouth on my pole as she elegantly traced erotic patterns on the head of my dick with her tongue. I was very hard, very quickly. I felt something metallic touch my balls and heard a clicking sound, but it wasn't uncomfortable and my cock remained rock-hard. I focused on tonguing Jennifer. I moved my finger to the blonde's clit and began lightly brushing it.
Martha was moaning with pleasure, her voice muffled by my dick in her mouth. Jennifer pressed her body downwards, trying to get my tongue deeper inside her. I could hear Walt making pleased noises. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. I moved my tongue in circles inside Jennifer's hot box. Her body shivered. I continued brushing her clit. Martha's hands found my balls and she was caressing them while slurping greedily on my rod. Her tongue was sliding all the way up and down on it. I drove my tongue as far into Jennifer as I could, and she shuddered. Martha let out a sudden gasp, and she momentarily stopped blowing me. I wondered if she had just orgasmed. Jennifer abruptly flooded my face with her juices.
Martha and Jennifer, as if on cue, shifted their positions. Both women lay down on their backs and spread their legs. "Now that we're properly warmed up," Martha giggled, "we want you boys to fuck us."
I repositioned myself so that my prick was pressed against Martha's box, and Walt did the same to Jennifer.
"Go on," both women said in unison. "Fuck me hard and deep."
I slid my pole into Martha's pussy and didn't waste time. I leaned forwards so I could wrap my arms around her and grope her plump butt as I plowed her. She gave me a smile as I dipped my head and took one of her nipples in her mouth, I flicked my tongue over her nipple with the same rhythm as I was using to slam my rod into her.
Jennifer's lusty screech directed my eyes towards her and Walt momentarily. "Oh my god, right there! Keep going!" Then the blonde's voice became a primal scream as I saw her entire body spasm through a wild climax.
Martha's sexy purr reached my ears. "That feels good." I moved my hips with more force, trying to drive deeper into her. Her legs wrapped around me, holding me in place as I slid in and out. I suckled her breast with more energy. She squealed as an orgasm pulsed through her. I continued pumping smoothly in and out, not breaking my rhythm. Martha began giving my dick a squeeze with her pussy every time I thrust into her.
I was distracted by another primal scream from Jennifer and saw her entire body tremble again. Walt, with a series of grunts, began fucking her with more effort.
I focused my attention back on Martha and groped her butt with one hand while searching for her clit with the other. I found it and began lightly brushing it. Martha's body shivered through three quick orgasms as I made powerful love to her. She favored me with a smile.
Walt let out a roar as Jennifer's body shuddered again. "Oh!" she gasped. "You're filling me up! Oooooh!" An instant later, Walt pulled out of her, his cock soft, and flopped onto the bed, his eyes closing immediately. I could see some of his cum leaking out of Jennifer's box.
Hearing that must have turned Martha on, because she had her most powerful orgasm yet. After she regained control of her body, she rolled over so I was on my back, climbed off me and removed the metallic device from my balls.
"Help me finish him off," she said to Jennifer. In seconds, Martha was sucking on my cock and Jennifer was licking my balls. I felt cum build up very rapidly in them. My breathing became a series of gasps. Jennifer licked and sucked more firmly on my nuts, while Martha's tongue danced up and down along my shaft. My whole body seemed to tense. Martha opened her throat and took all of my shaft in, and with a loud grunt, I unloaded every drop of my cum. She swallowed it all, then popped up her head and licked her lips while Jennifer also popped her head up and gave me a smile.
When all of us were awake and dressed again, we worked out a schedule. Jennifer would stay after work on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and fuck Walt, and on those same days, I would come over to the house and Martha would bang me. And on the last Sunday of every month, we'd all meet at the house for a group session.
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Undercover and Underdressed
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Humor & Satire
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Chief Stone called for his officers to settle down so he could get through the announcements and assignments that morning. "I want to first welcome Officer June Martinez to the force after having just graduated from the academy. Officer Conley, I will be assigning her to you. Show her the ropes and keep her out of trouble."
June looked around the room full of policemen and women excitedly and gave out a little wave despite no one looking at her. She was giddy about getting out onto the streets and doing some good. She was a small woman of only five feet, three inches, but always had a smile on her face. She sported long black hair and an ample booty that she inherited from her mother. Although she wished she got her mother's chest, she instead had B-cup breasts that she managed with.
Josie Conley, however, was far less excited by this news. Officer Conley was thirty-two years old and nearly five feet, ten inches tall. She had a slim figure except for her chest, which is what everyone always noticed about her. She wished her breasts were smaller but instead were nearly DD-cup.
She knew the chief was giving her this rookie as a form of punishment for the locker room incident two weeks ago. She had walked into the men's locker room in order to get his approval on an arrest she needed to make. Josie had been certain the criminal was about to leave town, and she needed an answer right then. Not two minutes later, after he got dressed, but right at that moment. The chief disagreed with this and didn't appreciate her walking in on him totally naked. Josie tried to explain she didn't do this for any sexual reason, despite her being unable to resist staring at specific features of his. She apologized for the incident afterward and for describing in detail the size, shape, and color of his genitals to the other women on the force. She didn't always get along with her fellow lady officers and thought sharing such details could provide a bonding opportunity.
"There's been a rash of stolen cars in the city, indicating there might be some petty criminals with a newly established chop shop. Twenty minutes ago, another car was reported missing on Maple and 11th. Check it out," the chief said, giving the two women their first assignment as partners.
After the briefing, June eagerly found Josie and followed her out of the station like an excited puppy. "I'm so happy to be working with a fellow female cop. I was worried I would end up assigned to a guy, and he would expect me to give him oral. Because we would be partners, you know? And partners share everything. I'm not a lesbian, by the way," she said in rapid succession.
Josie, annoyed at the situation and her partner's attitude, stopped and turned to address her directly. "Let me make one thing clear. I do not like having a partner, especially green ones like you. We will not be friends. We will not get to know each other in any personal manner. And we will most certainly not be doing oral." Josie then continued walking towards their patrol car.
June paused a second to absorb what was said before running to catch up. "I agree about the oral thing. Like I said, I'm not a lesbian."
"Looks like Officer Conley got herself a new dog to follow her around. Can we pet it," a female officer commented mockingly as the two approached her.
"Not today Tess. Not in the mood," Josie muttered.
"Upset because you have to teach your new pet not to pee on the carpet? I'll get you a squirt bottle to help out," a male officer added, high-fiving Tess.
Josie marched on, eager to get going, but Officer Martinez stopped to introduce herself. "Hi! I'm June," she said, holding a hand out to them. They stared at her and laughed before Josie yelled at her to follow, which she did.
"Rule number one of being my partner: Do not interact with those two," Josie explained.
"I thought rule number one was no lesbian sex," June asked, confused. "Who are those two anyway?"
"Officer Tess Shah and Ryker Hall. Partners and total assholes. Ryker is a complete sexist while Tess pretends not to be a lesbian even though the whole department knows she is."
"I was wondering why she licked her lips while watching my chest," June said. She hadn't expected so much lesbian talk in her first ten minutes of joining the police force.
Officer Conley got into the driver's seat, joined by June and they drove off to the address of the latest missing car. The first few minutes of the ride were quiet as June was too scared to ask anything, despite having fourteen thousand questions in her head. Josie could see her partner squirming and knew she had to at least put in some effort to bring this woman up to speed if only to keep herself from getting into more trouble with the chief. "Do you have any questions about police procedures you need me to clarify," Josie asked, finally breaking the silence.
June immediately blurted out a question like she had just been given permission to breathe. "Have you ever gone undercover as a stripper?"
Josie was momentarily stunned by the unexpected question but finally answered. "What? No! No policewoman in the history of the world has ever done that."
"Oh," June said, oddly disappointed. "How about as a prostitute? Or an actress auditioning for a porn movie? Slutty firefighter?"
"Why in the world would an officer ever need to go undercover as a slutty firefighter? What does that even mean," Josie asked, confused.
"Well, male firefighters are known for cheating on their wives, so I always figured female firefighters must be total sluts that sleep with everyone in their department. I was too weak to carry the hose, though, so I didn't become one. But anyway, maybe the firefighters are setting fires themselves in order to get raises, so a policewoman goes undercover as a female firefighter, fucks the guys, then while they are sleeping after unloading their balls into her pussy so much, she finds the evidence. Have you ever done that?"
Josie was silent, having no idea how to respond to any of that. "I saw a movie where that happened," June added.
Josie couldn't help but ask, "What the fuck kind of movie would have a plot like that? Wait, did you base your expectation on what police work would be like based on porno movies?"
"We're here!" June declared, grateful for the diversion.
The two officers stepped out and met with the officer who had been called to the scene earlier. "About half an hour ago, a guy called and said his car was gone after he parked it here last night. I searched the spot and found no broken glass or any other signs of forced break-in. I asked around the nearby shops, and no one had any cameras pointing at this spot. Sorry, that's all I have," he said before walking away.
"Crap. This was a wasted trip. Nothing for us to go on. I'm sure the chief will still tear us a new one, though, and claim we should have found something," Josie lamented.
"I saw what happened," a rough-sounding male voice said from the nearby alley. An elderly homeless man emerged. He had one eye closed while giving a creepy smile.
Excited by this potential break in the case, June ran up to him with her pad of paper and pencil in hand. "That's fantastic! What did you see? How did they take the car? How many were there? Did they look like they frequented gentlemen's clubs where a properly disguised woman could gather critical information to the case?"
But the homeless man's demeanor became defiant. "I'm not telling you lady pigs anything unless I get something in return," he said, crossing his arms.
"But what about your sense of justice? Your desire to help your fellow man," June pleaded.
"He wants a bribe," Josie said to her partner.
June's eyes lit up. "Oh! Like he wants us to perform a strip show for him."
"Exactly! I know just the place to do it," the homeless man said, taking Officer Martinez by the hand and leading her down the alley.
"No! I meant like he wanted us to slip him a twenty," Josie yelled as she followed them.
"That would be highly unethical, Josie," June remarked as she continued to go with the homeless man to the place of her soon-to-be striptease show.
The man brought them to a secluded area where numerous tents and cardboard shelters were assembled. "Boy! It finally happened! Just like I said it would," the man called out. A dozen older and even rougher-looking men emerged and gathered around. "I found chicks with a homeless fetish. I knew that was a thing. They get off banging homeless people like us! I told you, Frank, that becoming homeless would have us swimming in poon," the man declared.
"Whoa! No one here has any kind of homeless kinks, and there will be no sex happening," Josie said, trying to sexually de-escalate the situation.
"Yeah, all we said was we would strip down and show off our tits and pussy to you and maybe give a couple of lap dances," June added, backing up her partner.
"No! Not that, either. Here, I'll give you twenty dollars if you just tell us what you saw happen to the stolen car," Josie said, holding out the bill.
But the homeless man refused. "No bare ass, no information."
Josie sighed. They had come down here for nothing. "Let's go, officer. This was a waste of our time," she said, starting to walk back the way they had come.
But her partner stood firm. "This might be the only opportunity we get to stop these car thieves. We can't let a lead like this go."
"When it involves me having to strip in a city alley for a group of vagrants, I can let it go," Josie replied. Why was her partner even considering this?
"The chief is counting on us. If I fail the first task he assigned me, I'll never develop a life-long bond with him. In all my favorite cop movies, the chief and his officers always have such a close relationship. I want that too, but without the anal sex part that they do in those movies," June
said desperately.
"Trust me, the chief will never...," but before Josie could finish her sentence, the rookie took action.
She pulled open her shirt, sending buttons flying over the alley. Underneath, she had a lacy pink bra. The homeless men went into a frenzy of excited yells.
"I've been a bad boy. Arrest me!"
"You can put me in handcuffs anytime you want, hottie!"
"File an affidavit to a judge along with your initial evidence and get a warrant so you can legally search me to discover I've got a boner!"
June started swinging her hips around as she pulled off her shirt and threw it to the ground. "Come on, Officer Conley. They expect both of us to do this," she called out as she started undoing her pants.
"Put your shirt back on right now. This isn't how a police officer behaves," Josie growled. But June stuck with her convictions as her pants hit the ground, showing off her matching pink panties. It was her first day on the job as a defender of the law, and she was dancing for homeless men in her underwear. "Okay, you've seen her strip down to her underwear. I think that's enough in exchange for the information you have," Josie said, trying to keep things from going further. "My partner here isn't willing to go any further, so this is all you will get."
"Yes, I am. I said I would go nude, and that's what I intend to do. If I don't, my reputation on the street will be ruined, and I'll never get anyone to cooperate with me," June argued, still shaking her ass for the men.
"And a reputation of showing your naked body for the tiniest speck of info is better?" Josie tried to argue, but June paid the comment to attention. Instead, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and let it drop to the pavement.
While small, June's movements were sufficient to cause her now exposed breasts to jiggle noticeably to the pleasure of the homeless men watching her. "Josie, this is really getting their attention. Maybe we should incorporate this at our next community outreach."
"Shut up, June. Just pull down your panties. We both know you are going to do it, so just get it over with," Josie said, having given up on the situation.
"Yes, ma'am," June said while proceeding to do just that. Her panties hit the floor, and the young officer was now baring her nude body for the group of homeless men.
Josie felt humiliated being a part of this but spoke up. "Okay. You've seen my partner naked. Now tell us what you know."
However, still the man resisted. "The deal was you both strip nude. You've only completed half of that arrangement," he said, eyeing Josie lustfully.
"Yeah, not happening," she said, going a bit red in the cheeks.
Soon the horny men crowded around her, calling for her nude body.
"Show us the goods, cop!"
"We just want to see. We won't touch... much."
"You can do it, partner, I believe in you!" That last statement came from a nude June herself, who joined the group of men in encouraging her to strip. All the while the men nearest to her helped themselves to crowding her very closely.
Josie was feeling overwhelmed by the pressure and finally snapped back. "I'm a police officer, not a joke of a cop slut like you, June," she yelled.
The crowd went quiet, and all eyes were on Officer Martinez to see how she would react. The eyes were mainly directed at her pussy, but there was still a curiosity to see how she would respond. With tears welling up in her eyes, she quietly said back, "I'm trying my best here to be the greatest policewoman I can. I thought you would be proud of my initiative. I'm not a slut you know. I'm still a virgin. Getting naked in front of all these men was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but if you think that makes me unworthy of my badge, I'll turn it in and quit the force."
June started slumping towards her clothes, while Josie deeply regretted her words. "Stop, June, I didn't mean to imply you aren't a good cop. It was a good idea," she said. But June's mood was unchanged.
"No, it wasn't. What kind of dumb bitch strips when questioning a witness. I'll tell you who. This stupid, soon-to-be ex-policewoman, whore right here." She reached down for her panties.
Officer Conley couldn't handle being the cause of such an eager rookie quitting on her first day. "As soon as I'm naked, you better start talking, or I'm going to show you the hard side of my nightstick," she said, pulling down her pants and leaving her plain white panties as the only thing hiding her most intimate of areas.
Taking notice, June perked up. "Stop. You don't need to do this," she said.
"If I don't, we will never stop these car thieves. Your idea of how to get him to talk is going to protect a lot of citizens' property." Having gotten the last button of her shirt undone, she pulled it off, revealing an equally plain white bra. June's eyes lit up with happiness, as did the homeless men, but for different, more sexual reasons.
Looking up and seeing the hungry eyes of men staring at her barely covered body made the reality of the situation very apparent to Josie. She was not one to show off her body despite getting many comments about her chest. In particular, public displays of her body while on patrol was not something she ever thought she would do. But now that was the reality that she had let herself get into, all because she didn't want her partner to quit. A partner whom she didn't even want.
Not letting herself think about it anymore, she pulled down her modest panties and let these strangers see what she had previously, only let men she had feelings for see. "I told you she would be shaven! You know why women like a bare pussy? It's so they masturbate themselves better," one of the elderly men said.
"Masturbate themselves? No. Not that it's any of your business, but I shave because I feel cleaner without hair there," Josie defensively said.
"Any woman will tell you the same, right June?" She said, looking to her partner to confirm that her reasons for shaving weren't sexual.
Officer Martinez looked around, a bit confused. "I thought it was for the masturbation thing. But I guess maybe I do it for the clean feeling, too," she admitted.
"Enough boring talk about women cumming. I want to see some massive tits," a man with only seven fingers yelled.
Not wanting to prolong the time she would have men gawking at her vagina, Josie obliged and reached behind her back. "And you get ready to start talking," she reminded their homeless friend. Unhooking the bra, the support it offered disappeared, and Josie felt the weight of her impressively sized breasts pull at her chest. Cursing herself once more for getting into such a ridiculous situation, she let her bra fall, and the men went silent as they examined every square inch of her now exposed tits. Josie could feel herself get hot, like the men's eyes were imparting heat on her. This feeling of being totally open to strangers was not something she had ever experienced. June, meanwhile, looked around at the men, almost as if she was jealous that her partner had taken the attention away from her.
After being overwhelmed by the men's lustful looks, Josie then suddenly remembered why she was in this indecent state. "Okay! Start talking," she sternly said.
"About what," the man said, seemingly lost in the sight of her huge tits.
"The people who stole the car! Who were they? What did they look like," she yelled back.
"Oh, right. There were two of them. Young guys. In their twenties, I would guess," he said.
"And," Josie said expectantly.
"And what? That's what I saw."
"What clothes were they wearing? What race were they? What direction did they go? How did they break into the car? What time did you see them," she said back, her anger growing.
"I have no idea. Hey, can you girls go back to dancing like you did before? I want to see those tits jiggle." June initially started to comply with this request before Josie stopped her.
"You had me show off my nude body to a dozen back alley vagrants just so you could tell me the guys who stole the car were in their twenties," Office Conley said, wondering how her life had led her to this moment.
"If I tell you about a crime I saw happen a year ago, can I get a blow job?" Another man asked in the crowd.
"From one or both of us..." June started to ask before once again being silenced by her veteran partner.
"We're going to get dressed now. If any of you men ever tell anyone what happened here, I'll burn your whole encampment down," Josie threatened. However, this request soon became moot. From both sides of the alley, two police cars with lights and sirens blazing pulled in, trapping them all.
"This is an illegal, non-permitted public sex show. Hands up where we can see them!"
An hour later, Officer Martinez and Conley were sitting in the chief's office. In the aftermath of the bust, after being handcuffed nude, Josie managed to finally convince the cops that they were fellow officers. They let the two of them dress, however Josie was unable to locate her pants while June could not find her bra. Her shirt no longer had buttons, and the rookie now sat in the chief's office with an open shirt that left a lot of her chest exposed. Josie fared barely any better as she sat with only her panties covering her bottom half.
The chief glared silently at his two officers. June squirmed in her chair, not knowing if she should speak or wait. All the while, her movements risked a nipple popping out. Josie, meanwhile, had her arms crossed in her chair, looking away from her boss with angry eyes. With the tension suffocating her, June finally blurted out, "Sir I...," before the chief interrupted.
"This was a fluff case, Conley. Just go out there and get a statement and file a report. Show the rookie how we do things here as upholders of the law. Or did you forget that's what we are supposed
to be doing and think we're strippers for hire?"
Josie turned her face toward the chief, but her partner responded for her. "Sir, we were just doing our duty. A man there, who I think stole my bra, said he had information. All he asked was we show him our bodies, which isn't against regulation. And it worked. After we were both standing naked in front of all of those men, he turned over all the information he had on the men who stole the car," she said proudly.
"Oh? So you're ready to make an arrest then," the chief questioned.
"Maybe. We learned there were two men in their twenties," June admitted.
"That's the break we needed! I'll put the word out for all officers to look for men in their twenties. I'm sure that will yield some suspects," he said mockingly.
"If the papers get wind of this story, and they always do, our department's reputation will take a bigger hit than when Officer Mulroney was caught offering to trade oral sex in exchange for not being reported for giving another person oral sex."
Josie, though, had other concerns. "I'm begging you, sir. Please delete the body cam footage. I don't need video of my bare pussy on file in the department computers," Josie pleaded.
"You know I can't delete footage without approval. It will be reviewed by a committee, and then there will be a period to allow for public comment on the matter. But that's not my concern right now. I'm much more concerned about the judgment of two of my officers who were willing to strip for a large group of homeless men," the chief said, looking annoyed. Fantastic, the veteran officer thought. "Now get out of my office and do some real police work. We just got another report of a stolen car," he said, sending them on their way.
The two of them headed to the locker room and changed into fully complete uniforms. "I'm sorry for being such an idiot," June said as she buttoned up her new shirt. "
You didn't make me do anything. I made the choice to strip entirely on my own. Now, let's head out and check out this new crime scene."
"Agreed. And this time, I promise if there are any homeless men there, I won't strip for them and be tempted to blow them," June said as she left.
"What do you mean tempted?" Josie asked as the door closed.
"Look who it is. Officer Sluts-a-lot and Officer Shows-her-pussy-first-day-on-the-job," Ryker said, feeling proud of himself for thinking up those names on the spot.
"I can't wait to see the footage of you two running around naked," his partner Tess said before adding, "So I can show it to men so they'll have sex with me. Because I'm all about dick." These were the two officers with whom Josie had always had a contentious relationship.
"Not now, I'm not in the mood. We have work to do," Josie said, pushing past them.
"Found another homeless camp that you need to give lap dances to? Need to show the rookie the proper technique on how to suck a vagrant's cock," Ryker mockingly asked.
"Or pussy. Some women are homeless too," Tess added for some reason.
"We aren't sucking anyone's dick. Not unless they have a really big crime to report. Then...,"
"Not helping!" Josie yelled, interrupting June.
After making the walk through the station, where they were subjected to many snide looks and jeers, the two policewomen made it back to their patrol car, which had been brought back to the station by a fellow officer after their 'show' was found out.
Entering the vehicle, Josie got a call. "Oh god. It's my ex-husband Randy. Hold on, I need to take this," she said, accepting the call. "Hello Randy... Yes... I don't know. It just happened... I understand having your ex-wife getting caught stripping for homeless men is an embarrassment for you... No it's not something I plan to continue... Okay, if you are going to call me such oddly descriptive names, I'm hanging up."
With a forceful push, the call ended, leaving the woman in a fouler mood than she was already in. Remembering she wasn't alone, she turned to her young rookie partner. "Maintaining a relationship as a woman of the law is tough, I hope you knew that coming into the force," she told her. June nodded.
"I've been trying to get a boyfriend ever since I started at the academy. But everyone is intimidated by me being a policewoman. That, and I tend to say whatever thought pops into my head. Did you and your ex-husband do a lot of police--burglar sexual role-play?" Josie started up the car, hoping to ignore the question, but feeling June's curious gaze, she gave a small nod in confirmation. "Man I wish I had a boyfriend to do that with. It must be convenient already having the uniform on hand to wear," the young woman said.
"Not really. My ex couldn't fit in it."
A short drive later, the two arrived at the site where another car had gone missing. After taking a few minutes to walk the scene, Josie expressed her frustration. "Damn it. Just the like the others. No broken glass or other signs it was a forceful break-in. How are they doing this?"
"There's an alley nearby. Should I go look and see if I can find a witness," June suggested.
"No! I think we learned that won't get us anywhere except headed towards a career in sex work," Josie said, stopping her partner. It was concerning to her that June looked just a bit disappointed.
Just as they were thinking about giving up and leaving, a van pulled up besides them and the side door slid open. Simultaneously, two men walking by pushed them into it, and before either could react, the doors closed, and the vehicles sped away. They had been kidnapped off the street in broad daylight.
"Stay calm," Josie advised her partner. Surveying the inside of the van, she counted four masked men, including the driver. The three others were with them in the back, watching the two policewomen silently. One of them showed off a knife and demanded they hand over their firearms, which they both did.
"We are officers of the law. Let us go now, and we can forget this ever happened," she told them, trying to sound as serious as she could.
"Not going to happen. The two of you are getting too close to our organization's operation. We're taking you to our boss," one of the men said.
"The stolen cars. The information we got from showing our hoo-has must have been more valuable than we thought," June whispered to Josie. But they didn't learn anything, thought Josie. Yet this organization had seemingly revealed itself as the car thieves. Maybe this boss would tell them more. But the two of them would need to play coy and pretend they were indeed getting close to busting them up.
"These men will kill us if we don't do something to convince them otherwise," June said, still whispering to Josie.
However, the men overheard this. "Nobody is killing or hurting anybody. Our boss just wants to try and convince you to back off and let us run our operation in peace," a masked man said.
"That's what all you criminals say. No, I've seen enough sexy police dramas to know what to do in this situation," Josie said, speaking up.
"Sexy police drama?" One of the men questioned.
"No, June. I've told you those movies aren't accurate," Josie pleaded with her partner. But June knew she had to do this. It might save both of their lives.
June pulled her shirt open, sending buttons flying all over the van. Having not replaced her stolen bra, this had the effect of instantly revealing her b-cup breasts to her second group of men that day. "It would be such a shame to snuff out such an awesome set of tits, wouldn't it, boys?" June was attempting to speak in a stereotypical sexy voice, but it was several octaves higher than typical. "They're so soft and squishy and... soft," she added, struggling to think of more words to describe her own boobs.
The three men settled in and watched the show. "Feel free to show off whatever you want, but I'm telling you, lady, we ain't gonna hurt you. How about you miss? You feel like giving us an unnecessary nudie show?"
Josie had learned enough about her new partner to know that if she had it in her head to strip down, nothing would stop her. However, this time, she wouldn't fall into the trap of joining her. "I'm going to let her run this show. I'll be staying on the sidelines," she said.
"Speaking of sidelines... here's my pussy," June said, trying and failing to be clever as she simultaneously pulled off her pants and panties. She turned around and showed off her powerfully sized booty to the kidnappers. With both hands, she started rubbing her ass cheeks. "Of all the things you could do to this ass, why cap it? There's no need to off us."
"You're saying we can fuck you then? In exchange for not killing you, which we will not do under any circumstances, mind you," one of the masked men asked with hungry eyes. The confidence June had been showing suddenly fell off her face when the man brought up sex. The sexually inexperienced policewoman was not prepared for her sexual advances to be taken so literally.
"Can you excuse me for one minute," she said before leaning over and whispering to her partner. "We need to go down on each other," June said quietly as her naked tits pressed up against Josie's arm.
"You specifically made it a point to tell me when we first met that you aren't a lesbian. Go talk to Tess later if you are so interested. Jesus," Josie said, annoyed.
"No, that's not why we need to slam each other's clams. I got these men to agree not to hurt us, but they expect sex in exchange. I'm not ready for that," June replied, still in a low whisper. The masked men were distracted, staring at her nude body anyway.
"First off, they made it clear that they won't kill us in any scenario. And second, who says I'm ready for lesbian sex?"
"Okay, first response. They are kidnappers, which means we can't trust anything they say. Second response, you're a divorced woman. In an effort to save your marriage, you probably engaged in numerous female-female-male threesomes. All women in failing marriages do that." Josie suddenly thought about the many best friends she had falling outs with after... certain activities they participated in with her and her husband.
"Please, Josie. For the sake of my hymen and my future boyfriend who I plan to give my virginity to. Let's tongue pound each other's snatch," June said, giving Josie her best bi-curious puppy dog eyes.
Josie had woken up this morning with no plans to perform homosexual acts on the job in a van while strange men watched her. However, she also hadn't planned on stripping for homeless men either. Using that flawed logic, she muttered, "...fine."
June pounced, meeting lips with her and pulling her shirt open, sending more buttons across the floor of the van. She felt her partner's tongue slip into her mouth, and her hands rub the outside of her bra. Josie hadn't assumed that this agreement would include kissing and groping. But she didn't protest as these acts were tame compared to what was coming. Also, maybe June's lips didn't feel the worst against hers.
"Wait. Now they are going to fuck each other? What the hell is with the police force in this town," a masked man commented.
June released herself from the racy act she was engaged in and turned to the man. "You get to see two of the hottest policewomen on the force make love with each other, and we walk away with our lives. Deal?"
"You know what. I'm tired of convincing you on anything. Fuck her brains out," he lamented.
June directed her attention back to her fellow officer and started trying to get her bra off. "Does the bra need to come off? Couldn't that just stay on," Josie pointed out.
"I mean, if we wanted to half-ass this, yeah," June replied, tossing the bra aside and then taking the large breasts into her hands. Josie wondered if half-assing things wasn't exactly what they should do, but feeling how tender June's hands were on her chest, she kept that thought to herself.
"Jesus, these two are horny for each other," one of the masked men noted.
"No, we are not! This is purely a mechanical act we are engaging in for the purpose of maintaining law and order in this city," Josie defensively said. It was then she realized her hands had subconsciously started feeling up June's chest. God, they're so much perkier than her own, yet still soft and warm. It was fun pinching her nipples and seeing her squirm too. What was that guy saying before? It didn't matter. Are we taking off our own pants, or should I start taking off hers? Josie wondered in her head. She decided to take the initiative and made short work of her partner's pants, who returned the favor and removed her own.
June, the rookie, was surprised by how much her veteran partner was embracing this plan she had come up with to protect themselves from these bad guys. She was kissing and groping her so passionately. She must be a really great actress to be able to convince even herself how much she was enjoying this. Or was Josie actually enjoying this girl-on-girl action? No, it must be her acting ability, June thought. She then felt Josie's hands slip underneath her panties and start rubbing her womanhood. God, her acting feels incredible, the rookie thought. Then, she decided to take up a supporting role in this performance and followed her lead and put her hand down Josie's panties.
When the four men kidnapped two policewomen, they had not expected this would result in them voluntarily kissing and fingering each other with only their panties to cover their bodies. It was then that the two officers pulled off each last remaining piece of clothing, leaving the men to enjoy their totally nude bodies. "The Latin Dragons won't believe us when we tell them what happened in this van they stole for us."
June had never been touched like this by anyone. Man or woman. She had, of course, touched herself like this many times. Just this morning, in fact, she masturbated twice before work. Mainly because she had a lot of nervous energy about her first day, and she wanted to burn off. Also, because she was really horny. Well, mostly the horny thing. It didn't matter. What did was how awesome getting fingered by someone else felt. Josie was currently blasting her with three fingers and seemed to know the exact spot to hit. It felt like June had been trying to reach an itch unsuccessfully her whole life, but now, all of a sudden, this big titty woman was nailing it. A wave of pleasure crashed through the young woman's body, causing her to moan out some nonsensical words.
"Ohhfuckaaapusscum," she hollered.
Josie opened her eyes and asked, "Did you just say you were ready to start doing oral?"
Not sure what she herself had said and not fully processing what her partner had asked, June just replied with, "You know it!"
Josie removed her fingers, much to the confusion and frustration of June. Why did the pleasure digits leave, she complained to herself. However, June, in her hazy state, offered no resistance as she was directed to lie on her back. Laying down like this felt nice, and the young officer closed her eyes and basked in the lingering glow of the pleasure she had just been feeling. Pleasure that then came back tenfold as she felt the warm and wet sensation of an oddly talented tongue lick her pussy. In response, June opened her eyes and lifted up her head in a rapid motion but was met with the feeling, sight, and taste of Josie's pussy. June's partner had assumed the 69 position with her.
"Whoa, girl! Take it easy down there. No need to be so eager," Josie said in response to June implanting her face into her womanhood.
"Uhm, surrey," June attempted to apologize, but her words were muffled by the reproduction organs her mouth was pressed up against. "Oh fuck! God, that was incredible, June. Don't stop, keep going," Josie moaned out, immensely enjoying the pleasure her partner was dolling out. June, meanwhile, was clueless as to how to please a woman. It seemed that speaking and waggling her tongue while buried in her pussy worked, so she kept it up. Not knowing what else to say, she elected to simply recite police procedures she had memorized while at the academy.
"Iolent ubects paken to nedacal or nenpal ealth pailities sall be...," June cited while the taste of her partners pussy continued to fill her mouth. Josie could no longer keep up with her end of this girl-of-girl position, and her mouth was now purely dedicated to screaming loudly as ecstasy overwhelmed her due to the relentless tongue pounding she was getting. She humped her crotch into June's face, which pushed her tongue deeper into her and furthered her enjoyment. Every muffled syllable was like a small spark going off that made her body convulse with pleasure. Before the last explosion even ended, her partner would hit her with another, resulting in an unending parade of sexual energy inside her.
The masked men were totally silent as they watch one of the women press her backside into the face of another who was using the pussy as a microphone, much to the delight of her friend. At times, the men had doubted their life choices, but knowing that all of the crime and law-breaking they had done had led them to witness such an event, they no longer doubted their paths. "Dominic's gang is always bragging about working at the strip club on 6th Street. I'll be those strippers don't put on shows like this," one of the masked men bragged.
"I'm cumming on your face, June!" Josie yelled out as her body was rocked by an orgasm that didn't let up. She no longer saw the men or the van's interior as her world went white. Nothing mattered but riding this pleasure as far as possible. Any thoughts about the shame in performing what was basically a live hardcore lesbian show left her mind. If she could continue feeling this way, she would perform hundreds of these shows, no matter who
watched. But slowly, her vision and reasoning returned.
Josie remembered who she was. A veteran policewoman who was passionate about upholding the law in her city and rising to a leadership role in the force. How in the hell did she end up in the situation where her rookie partner's tongue was squirming inside her pussy while three criminals watched. "I think we're done, Officer Martinez. You can remove your face from my... underside," Josie said, still catching her breath.
June did that but looked confused. "You still need to make me cum though."
"Not right now, officer," Josie replied harshly. It was only later that she realized she had basically implied to her partner that she would give her oral later. It was not something she wanted to get into the habit of doing. Still in their 69 position with their respective privates parts only inches away from the other's face, Josie noticed something. "Why is the car stopped? Did we arrive at your boss's place," she asked.
The van's sliding doors opened, but it wasn't more gangsters waiting outside. It was a team of police officers. "Everyone freeze! You are all under arrest for this illegal, non-permitted traveling sex show. Including the lesbian whores you hired," one of the policemen yelled while pointing his gun. All four of the masked men raised their hands and offered no resistance. June and Josie didn't move from their position, even when Josie's pussy started leaking onto June's face.
"Were police officers too! We aren't whores or lesbians. We were just going down on each other, which is something straight women do sometimes. Nobody paid us to do this, I promise," June said, trying to explain the situation.
"Sir, how many times are you going to watch the body-cam footage of us before we can leave," Josie asked the chief as they sat in his office. After being handcuffed naked and held for thirty minutes, both women were finally confirmed to be police officers and let go. However, they were ordered to report to the station right away to explain themselves for the second time that day. In the confusion, June's pants and panties went missing. She ended up having to wear her top as a skirt while using her hands to keep her breasts covered. A fact she kept forgetting. Josie fared barely any better. Both her top and pants were missing and thus she had walked into the station in nothing but her underwear. Both women now sat in the chief's office in this sorry state.
"Until I understand why two of my officers were putting on a lesbian sex show for these men. You stated that these men made no threat or even requested you perform such an act. Am I to understand that you two developed a spontaneous and irresistible lust for each other in that van that you just had to act on?" The chief questioned.
June stood up, ready to defend their actions, but momentarily forgot to keep her chest covered and her shirt-skirt down. "Josie and I are not lesbians nor lovers. What you saw today was two of your best officers willing to do anything and everything in order to find criminals and stop crimes. If it would mean stopping one person from exceeding the speed limit on their drive to work, I would lick the pussy of every officer in this whole department. And that's a promise, sir!"
The room was silent, and June slowly sat back down. The chief stared daggers at Josie, who he had directed to guide the rookie and explain how they function as a department. "She was speaking metaphorically, sir. She will not be engaging in any more sexual acts with me, other women in the department, or anyone while on the job. I promise," Josie explained, even though she highly doubted her own words. "
But putting our... incident aside. The fact remains that we were kidnapped because, and I quote, we were getting too close to their organization's operation. He had to be referring to the stolen cars, sir. June's and I's investigation must be close to finding out what criminal organization is stealing these cars. This could be huge sir. You shouldn't be shaming us for going down on each other. You should be thanking us," Josie said, standing up in her underwear. The chief's eyebrow raised at that last statement, which she realized. "Okay, not about the tongue fucking, but the other stuff we found out."
But the chief looked unmoved by this statement and pinched his upper nose in annoyance. "We interrogated all four men separately, and they all told us the same story. Their organization's big operation has nothing to do with stolen cars or anything remotely related," he explained.
"That can't be. Why kidnap us then," June questioned.
"Because their real operation is providing free strippers to homeless men in an effort to recruit them to sell fake phone cards to tourists. They thought your nudie show for those men was an effort to break up this operation."
"Oh god," Josie said, putting her hands to her face in embarrassment.
"What? This is a good thing, right? We stopped a crime even before it started," June pointed out. But this offered Josie no comfort as she knew what this would mean.
"As a result, the mayor will be presenting you two with an award next week at a press event where you will be expected... to recount the whole story about how you managed this," the chief said, anger building up as he did so knowing how much shame this would bring his department.
"The whole story sir? Oh crap," June said, realizing what her partner had already.
Josie put aside the future problem of having her recent sexual acts recounted publicly and brought up another embarrassing worry of hers. "The body-cam footage of June and I's... interaction will be deleted just like our earlier ones, right chief?"
"No. The four men will still be charged with kidnapping an officer of the law, a very serious crime. The body cam footage is key evidence of this and will need to be shown at each of their separate trials. Judge Carmen has been assigned the cases, and you know him. He likes his..."
"Televised trials. Yes, sir," Josie said, completing her boss's statement. Not needing to hear any further details of her upcoming televised humiliations, Josie let herself out of the office with June following, once again forgetting to keep her tits covered.
"I better not see you again in this office, you hear me," the chief yelled.
In the hall, the two barely dressed policewomen ran into their 'favorite' duo, Tess and Ryker. "Here comes officers Lickalotpuss and Beaver Bumper. You both heading off to fist each other instead of doing any real police work," Ryker commented with his dumb face.
"I'll lick a thousand women before ever thinking about touching you, Ryker. Now get out of our faces," Josie replied.
"What kind of women would want pussy over dick anyway," Tess said. "I mean, the idea of having some big-chested bimbo lightly caress my labia with her tongue. Starting off softly and teasing. But slowly getting in deeper and deeper. All the while, I stroke her beautiful hair. Then maybe a stiff finger or two enters me and starts rubbing my most intimate and sensitive areas. I squirm on the ground as this angel gives me a double dose of pleasure. My pussy is a river of juices and sexual ecstasy. I then tell her to use all five fingers and...," Tess then remembered where she was. "... and I tell her to get off me and go find me a hard cock. Yeah. Dicks for days. That's my fantasy." Tess then marched off red-faced, and Ryker followed.
"Officer Tess sure likes penises. Every time I've seen her, she's talked about it," June commented.
"Yeah, about that," Josie added.
But Josie's comment was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Oh god, it's my ex," she complained, seeing who the call was from.
"It's Randy again?" June asked.
"No. It's my second husband, Henry. I married him after Randy and I divorced." She accepted the call. "Hello Henry... how did you hear about that... yeah, but I'm not a lesbian... I know I didn't want to do it when we were married. I told you it didn't save my first marriage... just because I came didn't mean I liked it... well, yeah, I liked it, I came, didn't I?... She was pretty hot, and I liked the feeling of her chest in my hands. Hey! Stop distracting me!...well tell your new wife I'm not interested. I need to go." Josie ended the call.
"Who was pretty hot," June asked.
"What? Oh, don't worry about it. Let's get changed. Half the department has already seen me in my underwear. Also, your pussy is exposed again."
In the locker room, the two made themselves decent once again. "So, what's the plan now, partner?" June asked eagerly after putting on a top for the first time in the last two hours.
"Nothing. Let's just try to get through the rest of this day without exposing our bodies to anyone else. Besides, we don't have any further leads to follow up on. The stolen car case is cold and dead," Josie lamented.
"But we do! When you were fingering me and giving me feelings I never felt before in my life. Oh god, you have to explain what you did. I've been masturbating myself for years and haven't gotten myself to feel like that ever. Would a dildo give me the same feeling? Because I've been too intimidated to try..."
"June! Focus!" Josie yelled, trying to get her rookie partner back on track. Several other policewomen in the locker room eyed the two of them with disdain.
"Right! One of the men mentioned the van was stolen by the Latin Dragon gang. They are probably behind it all!" Josie started to perk up a bit.
"You're right. I heard that, too. But that's not enough. We know next to nothing about that gang. I remember hearing at a briefing last month that they were being led by a man named Dominic, but we know nothing else about him."
"But we do! When I was learning that your pussy tasted like..."
"June!" Josie yelled, sensing judgmental eyes on them again.
"Sorry! They said that a man named Dominic had a gang
and owned a strip club on 6th Street. That's our lead!"
"June! That's some fantastic police work! I'm really impressed... oh fucking god damn it," Josie said, becoming realizing something.
"What? Did I do something wrong," June asked concerned. "
No. It's just... we're going to have to go undercover as strippers..."
"I really wish you wouldn't be so excited by this," Josie complained as she looked through a rack of increasingly slutty dresses.
"I'm not! The idea of having to strip on a stage for hundreds of men is the stuff of nightmares for me. But I can't help but feel like the policewomen in all of those movies I watch. Being so dedicated to justice that we're willing to do any and everything," June giddily said as she considered a pair of crotch-less panties.
"We are not willing to do any and everything. Please understand that. I'm hoping we can just get a job as a waitress or something and get the information we need," the veteran replied. All of the dresses looked like her tits would be at risk of popping out at any second.
"I'm going to be like a real-life Officer Lexxx Muffmuncher," June said with starry eyes, thinking about her favorite actress. "Should I wear tassels on my nipples or not?"
"It shouldn't matter because we aren't actually going to be stripping for anyone. At least, I really hope so. The plan is we get on the inside and get a meeting with the boss Dominic. We'll use our skills to get him to confess to stealing the cars. We then leave and use that to get a warrant and make an arrest," Josie explained, finally finding a dress that showed off only most of her tits.
"When you say 'use our skills,' you don't mean...," a worried June asked.
"I mean our investigative and police skills. Nothing sexual, understood?" June nodded. The two women completed their shopping trip and dressed in... revealing civilian clothes in order to convince the club to give them jobs.
Next, they tried to change up their looks in an effort to disguise their identities and at least save themselves from the embarrassment of being recognized. Josie dyed her hair a bright blue color, while June went with a dark red with a purple streak through it. They both put on heavy makeup and eye shadows with colors to match their hair. Josie attached numerous pieces of costume gems to her face, and June painted a red lighting bolt onto hers. The end result was they looked nothing like themselves. In the very small chance someone there would know them, they would be hard-pressed to recognize them past all of the makeup and changes they made. With no other preparation needed, the two undercover officers headed to the strip club.
Arriving at the club, June wore a black dress held up by the thinnest of spaghetti straps. Given how much cleavage it showed off, she wore no bra. The skirt portion of the dress struggled to keep her mighty ass covered, and June was constantly fiddling with it to keep it down. Underneath, a g-string thong was the only other piece of clothing she wore. Josie had gotten an orange one-shoulder dress with the stomach cut out. This had the effect of showing off both the top and bottom portions of her tits, leaving her to trust that the fabric running over the top of her bust would keep her girls secure.
It was early evening so the club was just starting to get patrons coming in. June and Josie walked up to the bouncer, attempting to look as confident as possible. "Welcome to Club Eager Beaver, where all of the beavers are eager. Lesbian couples are welcome to enjoy our women, so please come on in," the bouncer said.
The two women looked at each other awkwardly. Being identified as a homosexual couple brought back some recent memories the two of them hadn't quite processed yet. "No... we aren't sexually involved with each other, nor are we here to enjoy any women. We are here to offer our services as wait staff. Maybe even bartenders. I think you'll find if you give us a chance, we'll prove to be hard-working employees," Josie explained.
"We have no need for waitresses or any other employees like that. What we do need is hot chicks willing to show off every inch of their naked bodies to large groups of horny men. This would include, but not be limited to, going spread-eagle on stage, letting customers motorboat your tits, rubbing your bare ass into their crotches, and rubbing the oily bodies of fellow strippers, such as your friends here. If you both are willing to do that and more, I can hire you on the spot. Otherwise, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave," the bouncer said.
Josie knew it was a long shot that she could avoid having to actually work as a stripper. She could have done without the extensive breakdown of her job duties, but having no other course of action, she said, "Yeah, we can do that."
The bouncer got on his radio and called for a manager named Barney to come and get them. Shortly after, a large man arrived, eyed the two women with a look that worried Josie, and then invited them inside. He led them to the locker room, where the three of them stood around as strippers in various states of undress worked around them. "I need to know your two are serious about working here. We've had a lot of female cops try to infiltrate our business in order to get to our boss Dominic. Tonight should be considered an audition of sorts. You will both be expected to do everything asked of you. If you impress us, you might even get a special request from the boss. We've had girls walk away with five figures in a single night in those cases." June wondered how a stripper impresses their boss. Does she strip extra good? What did that even mean?
"We aren't cops. Just... two sluts looking to get off on showing their bodies to men and get paid for it," Josie said, cringing and she said those words. However, she needed to get to Dominic, and that required playing the part.
"I need to know your stripper names. You first, young lady," he said, looking to June.
"Fuxxx Cocksucker. It's a tribute to my favorite actress," she replied confidently.
"I think that name might give some of the men the wrong idea... Fuxxx," Josie pointed out. But June didn't listen and was proud of herself for coming up with a name that honored the great Lexxx Muffmuncher.
"If that's what you want, fine. The guys will love that. What about you? Something for the MILF lovers," he asked Josie.
"I am not a mother, nor am I looking to draw attention from said lovers," she said defensively. However, Josie didn't have a name in mind and panicked after being put on the spot here. She blurted out the first thing that came into her head. "Creamy Analover! No, wait, not that!"
"Too late. Creamy Analover it is. Fuxxx, you are on stage A, Creamy, you are on stage B. Be ready in five minutes. Before you get on stage, give the announcer a few lines to say about you. Just make something up about yourself to get the crowd excited to see you," the manager said, walking off.
"I didn't know you liked anal, Josie. I guess that explains why you were able to get two husbands," June asked.
"I... I don't like anal, okay. The name just popped into my head. I mean, you don't like sucking cock do you," she shot back to her partner in disguise.
"I don't know. I've never done it."
"Oh god, what are we doing? Stripping in front of a couple of hundred men? God, I hate proving my high school guidance counselor correct," Josie said nervously.
After pacing around for a while, the two of them were called to the stage. "We got a special treat for you today. We have not one but two new girls to show off to you, and they'll be stripping simultaneously on our two stages. On stage A, we have Fuxxx Cocksucker! She's stripping to raise money for her mom's breast augmentation so she can then make money selling her body to hot old men to send Fuxxx's younger sister to college, where she plans to get a PhD in stripping. If that backstory made no sense to you, then join the club," the announcer said. June walked onto the stage wearing her dress and nervously waved to the rambunctious men drooling over her.
"On stage B, we have Creamy Analover! With a name like that, she doesn't need any backstory, but she has one anyway. Creamy is the former winner of multiple... sex contests, whatever that means. She retired from it after being too good at it. But now she has returned like a slutty phoenix from the ashes." Josie walked onto her stage, feeling embarrassed by her backstory. It sounded better in her head, and she hoped it would get Dominic's attention. However, all it did was probably make a lot more men interested in fucking her.
The music started, and both girls knew it was time to perform. They looked at each other, hoping to mimic what the other was doing. However, neither would make the first move. Slowly, and in response to the yells of the men for them to do something besides stand there like a 'virgin in front of fourteen cocks,' they started to wiggle their hips to the music. June awkwardly ran her hands over the body while Josie squatted down over and over. The two girls then mimicked what the other did, back and forth a few times.
Josie was aware the crowd was not enjoying this weird show of slutty Simon-says or whatever they were doing. June seemed to be clueless as to what to do. She was so confident and aggressive stripping for the homeless men earlier. Josie was almost tempted to yell out to her to picture everyone in the audience as a dirty hobo, but that didn't seem prudent. Instead, she knew she would have to take the lead and put on a show for these men, with June following suit. If they didn't impress and get a meeting with Dominic, then all they would have accomplished today is furthering their own amateur porn careers. Not exactly a priority for either woman.
Josie dug deep and found her courage. To begin, she started hiking
the skirt of her dress up teasingly. To the joy of the audience, more and more of her thong-clad ass became exposed until, finally, the dress did nothing to cover her underwear. The dress clung to her body tightly and stayed in place, allowing her to focus on her upper half. However, up there, she had no undergarments to tease. Only skin. She rubbed her chest over the dress and could feel her nipples harden under the fabric. Nipples that would soon be fully seen by every male gaze here. The single shoulder strap holding up the upper portion of the dress was slowly brought down by Josie, and now the only thing keeping her modesty was her hands holding the material over her chest.
The men roared for her to proceed, and, closing her eyes, the female officer did just that, allowing the dresses to fall by its own weight. A breeze onto her nipples and a deafening shout by the crowd told her that she had successfully increased the number of men to see her topless by an astonishing factor. The dozen of homeless men that had seen her in this state was nothing compared to this situation.
With the dress serving no purpose now, Josie pulled it down off of her legs and was standing on the stage in nothing but her thong. Ninety-nine percent of her skin was on display, but that last one percent was a doozy. The appearance of her nipples bought her some time, so the thirty-something-year-old strutted around the stage while she mustered the courage to finish the job. Walking around proved to add another level of embarrassment as Josie became very aware of how much her tits bounced now, as did the nearby men. Her nearly DD-cup breasts were once again a source of shame for her but a source of immense sexual excitement to the men around her.
She ceased her walking and the resulting jiggle of her jugs but now knew she had to finish this strip show. Officer Conley grabbed the sides of her thong and twiddled with the straps while squirming where she stood. The men correctly interpreted this to mean they would soon enjoy the sight of her womanhood and all the benefits that came with that.
"God, sometimes I really hate this job," Josie said to herself and in a swift motion she pulled down the tiny piece of fabric. Slowly standing back up, she couldn't tell if the roar of applause was louder behind her, due to the sight of her ass, or in front of her, due to the sight of her pussy. Turning around, she suddenly remembered her partner. Her sexually inexperienced, young partner who was stripping on a stage twenty feet away from her.
Looking in the direction of her stage, she caught sight of her just as her own thong hit the floor. June looked up at Josie with a face looking for the approval of her mentor. 'Did I do good partner? I showed off my whole body to these men, just like you did,' was what Josie imagined June was thinking when they made eye contact. She gave her an approving thumbs up, but a wave of guilt filled Josie. How many other veteran police officers end up having the rookie assigned to them fully nude in front of a few hundred men on their first day? God, was she a shitty cop? At least these people think she was a good stripper. Although that gave her little comfort.
June couldn't believe how awesome her first day on the force was turning out to be and how awesome of a police officer she had been assigned to. In this single day, they successfully made a connection with members of the community (who all were homeless men), thwarted an attempted kidnapping of themselves, and now were deep undercover. She was also surprised at how useful it was to show off your vagina, as it played an integral part in all of these events. Take, for example, right now. Following the lead of her partner on the adjacent stage, she was now fully naked, to the delight of an untold number of men. It was weird feeling the gaze of all of these men on her ass, pussy, and tits. Well, mainly her pussy. Her body felt so hot and tingly being exposed like this. Her heart was going a mile a minute, and she couldn't help but take rapid breaths because of the excitement. Thankfully, they had completed their strip tease act and could exit the stage. Sharing one more glance between them, Josie and June headed back.
Except not even two steps were taken before the manager yelled at them. "We need you both to stay out there for another ten minutes. Our next act just strained her neck and can't go on. Keep those boys happy!" June and Josie shared a look of horror. June was clueless as to what to do. What could two naked women do to keep horny men entertained for ten minutes?
An older gentleman right below June, got her attention. "You're the most beautiful stripper I've ever seen. What's your name?"
"June Martinez, I mean Fuxxx Cocksucker," she replied.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
June got on her knees to try and get closer to him. "Fuxxx Cocksucker," she yelled. The old man pointed to his ears, indicating he still didn't get it. June leaned in close enough to where she was inches from his face. "Fuxxx Cock...," but she didn't finish as she was startled by the man taking hold of her tits and licking her nipples with his tongue.
A shiver shot down her spine. This was the first time a man had ever touched any part of her intimate areas, and she was unprepared for it. The young woman had wondered what it would be like when she finally let a long-term boyfriend touch her breasts. She dreamt it would be after a perfect evening of candlelight dinner and slow dancing. He would look into her eyes, and she would feel their love would last forever. Inviting him to feel her body, they would forever remember this perfect night...
In reality, though, the first time a man was touching her was while a few hundred others watched as her naked body was licked by a man old enough to be her grandfather. However, June didn't feel resentment or anger at it having happened like this. What she did feel was her tits getting warm from the feeling of being stimulated by his tongue.
"Stop hogging the stripper's tits, Frank. They are here for all of us to enjoy," another man said, pushing his way in front of June.
Coming to her senses a bit, June tried to correct him. "Actually, I don't think you are allowed... fuck your hands feel good on my tits." Once again, the feeling of a guy manhandling her chest distracted the young woman, thus allowing yet another stranger to feel what no other man before tonight had.
The continuous groping and stimulation of her breasts made the next several minutes a blur for the young woman, and numerous men enjoyed feeling and tasting her b-cups. "You are really getting off on this, aren't you? You must not engage in a lot of self-pleasure," a nearby man commented as June moaned while her latest 'friend' took the entirety of her left nipple into his mouth.
"What? No, I do all the time. In fact, I do it too much, according to my mother, roommates, neighbors, and fellow bus riders," she replied.
"Wow. You must be really good at it if you do it that much," another man said.
"Well, I don't mean to brag... but yeah. I'm a seasoned masturbater," June said proudly.
"You should totally show us right here and now," a third man enthusiastically suggested. Soon, everyone in earshot was echoing this idea.
"I don't know. I'm not sure if that's allowed in the club. I don't want to get in trouble on my first day. I'm kinda trying to impress the boss," she said, remembering for the first time in a while why she was naked and getting her titties sucked by so many strange men.
A man in his seventies spoke up. "Young lady, I'm going to give you the most honest advice I've ever given anyone in my life. As a hot young chick, your male boss will never be upset with you for masturbating naked at work in full view of him. Fingering yourself can only be good for your career."
This made a lot of sense to June and actually reminded her a lot about advice her own father had given her. "Pursue something you love, even if you aren't sure you can make money at it. You'll be more excited about work and more likely to be successful if you love what you do," is what he told her when she graduated high school.
Well, June was passionate about making herself cum, and now she had a chance to make money while doing it, which flew in the face of advice her mom had given her on her eighteenth birthday. "No one will give you money to see you masturbate. Don't even look into it. Just trust me, please." June couldn't wait to tell her mom how wrong she was.
"I'll do it," she said before struggling to pull her tits free of the man currently groping them. But finally, she did and moved herself to the middle of the stage, where she spread her legs and closed her eyes. Four of her fingers started penetrating her moist pussy while her other hand massaged her clitoris. 'Okay, June. Try and think of something sexy to distract you from the fact that you are flicking the bean in front of a group of men larger in number than your graduating class in high school. God, I'm so nervous. What do I even find sexy,' June thought to herself as she tried to get something happening down there.
'Josie was pretty sexy when I made her cum in that van. But I shouldn't think about her. Cocks. Men's penises are sexy. But whose? Someone who thinks I'm attractive. Those homeless men earlier today liked me. Maybe I think about their dicks. But do I really want to risk getting a homeless man kink? I have so many weird ones already. But it was exciting getting naked in front of them. And those guys in the van. But no, that will make me think of the taste of Josie's pussy again, and I really shouldn't masturbate to the thought of my hot partner's vagina.' Young June was making progress as the rapid motion of her fingers was beginning to make her legs twitch with pleasure.
'Okay, think of the cocks
of men watching you being naked. Some of the men are young, and some are old. Some are handsome, and a few are less so. What matters is they want you, June. What a second...' June opened her eyes and realized she was fantasizing about a scenario that she was currently living. The men watching her were getting off watching her get herself off due to these men getting off on watching her. Thinking about it was making her confused, but the important part was she was well on her way to a large release of sexual joy.
"How you doing there, hot stuff," an older gentleman asked June. Being in this hyper-sexual state and hearing a man's voice brought a number of bad ideas into her head, all of which involved her inviting this man, and maybe a friend or two, onto the stage. But she managed to resist the urge to lose her virginity so publicly.
"Is your dick hard," she asked him. While not asking fucking him, she still allowed herself that naughty question.
"As a rock," he said, watching her pussy glistening with juices. June's fingers had never felt so good inside her. Josie's tongue felt amazing, and this experience rivaled that.
"What would you do to me if I let you," June asked him. She couldn't believe she just asked a guy such a sexual question. Then again, she couldn't believe she was masturbating in front of so many men, either.
"I'd give you the plowing of your life. I'd bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you with the vigor of a man a quarter of my age. Your wails would fill this noisy hall as you came hard on my staff. But I'd be relentless and keep going. Your tits would bounce tremendously as I penetrate deeper and deeper into you, hitting spots inside you that make you squeal. Finally, just when you think your mind would get lost in lust forever, I'd fill you up with the largest load of cum you will ever experience. When I'm done emptying my balls, cum will be leaking out of you for hours. And my boys always find their mark. In front of all of these people, I would have made you a mother, and you'll beg me to do it again."
"Fuck...," June said after hearing this man describe so thoroughly what he wanted to do with her. "Fuck... Fuck! FUCK!" With the distraction of his words, she hadn't realized that her body had reached an immense build-up of pleasure, which was now exploding inside her in the form of an intense orgasm. From her toes to her fingertips, June's muscles tensed. Never before had she been rocked by cumming like this. She couldn't catch her breath as electricity flowed through her, preventing her from doing anything but lavishing in the glow of the orgasm. And all of this was happening as men watched her from every angle.
"The bitch is in heat for sure."
"She's desperate for the real thing."
"That's a cock hungry slut if I ever saw one."
Their judgmental words echoed in her head as she continued to endure through the longest orgasm of her life.
Finally, her body was released from this nearly unending pleasure, and June collapsed onto the stage. She needed to get backstage and dressed again. She couldn't take any more male attention. But what about Josie? She hadn't checked on her partner in a while. Was she watching her pleasure herself with disdain? Had she just made a mockery of herself and proved she wasn't worthy of serving as an officer? Who was that woman eating out Josie's pussy?
Indeed, her partner was not paying attention to June. Instead, she was standing on her stage, holding onto the hair of a woman on her knees who was vigorously licking her pussy. By the yells coming from Josie, she was enjoying it immensely. June watched on, and she tried to judge if the veteran cop was moaning louder now or when she had been in a similar position of giving her oral satisfaction. "I'm cumming! God, your mouth is heaven on earth. I don't want you to ever stop! I'm cumming hard! Make me your girlfriend! Make me your wife! Make me your dirty slut forever!" Josie screamed.
"She never proposed we get married when I made her cum," June muttered to herself, feeling weirdly down about what she had just witnessed.
Josie soon became aware of her surroundings again and remembered she was undercover and not here to find lesbian pleasure while hundreds watched. Feeling it must have been ten minutes, she ran off the stage, not caring that her ample tits bounced for all the men to see. Following her lead, June also left the stage.
The undercover officers found each other backstage, but there was an awkward air around them. Both of them were overly embarrassed by their actions on their respective stages and were sure the other woman was judging them harshly for it. After a minute of standing around, both still totally naked and rather wet around the crotch, June finally broke the silence. "So... who was your friend?"
"Friend? Oh. Her. Well, I didn't know what to do and was just standing out there, you know, naked. But then there was this girl in the audience, and she asked if she could get on the stage with me. I didn't see why not. The men then started yelling for us to kiss. I thought they meant kiss lips, but apparently, so did she. Just... not the same lips I had in mind," Josie said, looking away in shame.
"She seemed... nice. And good at things. I mean, I'm guessing she had a lot of practice previously. If someone were to get as much experience as her, I'm sure they could do an even better job. Not that she is looking to do such things more, but wouldn't mind feeling wanted like that," June mumbled.
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing...," June said, trailing off.
"Nice work out there, ladies. Now I need you two to give some private shows. There's big money to be made with them," the manager said.
"What happens in a private show," June nervously asked.
"You do whatever it takes to make these people happy. A lot of them are personal friends of Dominic's." June and Josie didn't like that answer, but both understood that for the success of this undercover operation, they needed to play along. The manager took each of them to a separate room with clients already waiting inside. Being separated like this was worrisome for Josie, but she trusted her partner.
Josie expected to find some rich, overweight asshole in her private room, waiting to drool all over her body. But that's not what she found. Instead, two people were waiting. A man and a woman. Both of whom Josie knew very well. It was her fellow officers and rivals, Tess and Ryker.
At the doorway, she froze as the two of them looked her over. Josie had done a lot to try and disguise her face with hair coloring and makeup, but would that be enough to fool these two? She waited for their reactions to reveal whether they had figured out her identity or not. "For a private strip dance, it's weird that you showed up already totally naked," Ryker commented, staring at her shaven pussy.
"That just means there's less time for bullshit and more time for real fun. Hey, wouldn't it be funny if we had her give me a lap dance? Like, just for giggles. I'll think it's gross and be thinking about cocks the whole time, of course," Tess said, her eyes darting back and forth between Josie's tits and exposed vagina.
"I mean, if that's what you want. It's not really that funny, but go for it," Ryker said. Josie felt a brief bit of relief that the two of them weren't recognizing her. That relief quickly vanished when she realized she would be spending who knows how long sexually teasing these two people she despised.
"I can dance over here if you both want to watch," Josie said, trying her best to change up her voice. It ended up sounding pretty goofy.
"No, I think I want you right here," Jess said, patting her lap. Josie sighed and knew she would need to do this. Especially if she wanted to meet Dominic tonight.
She walked up to the off-duty police officer, unsure how to proceed. She had never given anyone a lap dance before, let alone a woman. But Tess grabbed her hand, flipped her around, and pulled her into her lap. "Mmmm, you smell nice. Not as good as a man would, of course, but still really good," Tess said, sniffing Josie's neck.
The feel of the woman's breath on her neck sent a shiver down the spine of the undercover officer. Tess's hands came to rest on her bare hips. Not knowing what else to do, Josie started moving her butt back and forth on her lap. What was even the point of giving another girl a lap dance, Josie wondered. Feeling Tess's hand wander upwards and eventually settling onto her naked tits, Josie figured it out.
"I'm just wanting to compare them to mine, that's all," Tess claimed. If that was true, then apparently, she needed five minutes of groping, pinching, and smacking for this comparison. All while, Ryker watched with great interest. Josie never needed to learn what Tess's hand felt like on her breasts, but now she had found out thoroughly. Were these two really friends with Dominic? Was there any real payoff for her subjecting herself to this? Finally, her fondling relented, but her hands weren't done. They headed back south but didn't go back to her hips.
Feeling several fingers find her labia, Josie shot up from the lap. "I think it's Ry... That guy's turn for some attention," she said, turning to Ryker. Was that really better, though? Was rubbing her ass against his cock while he felt her up the more ideal situation?
He patted his lap with a devious smile, and Josie knew she needed to commit. She strolled over to him as he watched her ample tits sway. The feeling of being totally exposed to two people you despise was so odd, but she was thankful they wouldn't know, at least. She started to turn around to sit on him, but Ryker stopped her. "Face me. I want to see those titties jiggle," he said. Josie doubted he would stop at watching, and upon straddling him, he proved her right. Almost immediately, his mouth found her breasts and started aggressively kissing and licking every inch of them.
"Ahhhh," she let out, not expecting the feeling.
"The slut is totally getting off on it," Tess said, watching the back of Josie's naked body with enthusiasm. She thought about protesting but steeled herself as she remembered the mission here.
Ryker's hands soon joined the boob party, and her chest became his plaything for him to do whatever he wanted with. As expected, Josie felt her bare pussy rubbing against his hard cock. The only thing separating them was the thin material of his pants. She couldn't believe the situation she had gotten into here, and the shame was overwhelming. The worst, though, was the combination of having her tits be so thoroughly stimulated while feeling his erection was proving to be embarrassingly enjoyable for Josie. She tried to focus her mind on her real objective, but her thoughts kept drifting to wondering what his cock tasted like and even how skillful Tess was with her tongue.
It was quite the sight to see her humping Ryker's lap while moaning lightly from his assault on her boobs. In a moment of weakness, Josie groaned out, "Fuck I'm horny." After hearing her own words, Josie's eyes shot open, and she tried to take back her words. "I mean, no. Well, your mouth feels good, but I'm not... fuck,"
she said in frustration.
She stood up off of his lap, only then realizing how wet she was. The veteran officer's eyes looked on at Ryker's pants and could visibly see his erect dick through the fabric of his pants. While staring longer than she intended, Tess came up from behind her and wrapped her arms around her. She started kissing her neck, which was only adding to Josie's horiness. This was getting bad. No matter where she went in this room, things were getting increasingly sexual.
Tess then whispered in her ear, "I'll tell you a secret if you promise not to tell my friend, but I'm a tiny bit into girls." Her hand migrated down to Josie's womanhood, where her fingers rubbed up and down her moist labia. "Someone is feeling excited. I have an idea I think you'll like." Tess then backed off, which Josie almost felt disappointed by. But maybe it was best if things stopped here. She was nearly ready to allow things to go even further, which she was sure she would regret.
"I'm going to do you a favor, partner," Tess said, addressing Ryker. "How about our new best friend here gives you a blow job, and in return, I'll give her a reward for giving us such a good show." She ran her fingers along Josie's ass cheeks, which caused her to twitch in response. "You owe me big for this, though, Ryker. I only like giving oral to dudes usually, but I'll try giving a woman oral this one time, just for you," Tess said.
"One time? What about at the department's holiday party last year. You ran a train on those five new girls..."
"I only did that because it was really funny, god! You always bring that up whenever I do you a favor. Now bend over hot stuff and really stick your ass out. This works much better the deeper I can get my tongue inside you," Tess said, interrupting Ryker. Josie was really glad she skipped that party. Although that point seemed moot now, given what she was being asked to do.
Josie knew this was a critical point. Could she really suck the cock of a fellow officer? All while receiving oral from another? I mean, yes, she had already received an orgasm from June earlier today, but that was different. Kind of. Or not really at all. So maybe being on the receiving end of more lesbian-based attention wasn't a big deal. But putting Ryker's dick in her... Josie's mental debate was cut short when she became aware that Ryker had gotten his cock out and was now awaiting her mouth. It was a perfectly average appendage, but Josie was enthralled by it. She had never before sucked off a man she wasn't dating or married to. Partaking in this act now felt excitingly naughty. True, it was attached to a guy she had no desire to be with, but she could look past that. Additionally, she had spent all of today teasing her nude body for a lot of men, and it had built up a lot of tension inside her. Being able to finally get a cock inside her would be a welcome relief. On top of that, this was for her and June's mission. There were too many items in the 'for' category that Josie felt like it would be stupid not to give Ryker a BJ.
Getting on her knees in front of her coworker, she wasted no time and took his manhood into her mouth. It felt like she was taking her first sip of water after wandering the desert for weeks, except in reality it was a cock, and she was horny. Feeling his shaft rub against her lips was immensely satisfactory, and she let out a muffled moan to express this. The taste of his pre-cum filled her mouth, and Josie rigorously ran her lips and tongue up and down him, eager to feel every inch of his cock.
Her concentration on pleasuring Ryker's dick was interrupted by the unexpected but welcoming feeling of a warm tongue driving itself into her pussy. Josie responded by lifting her head up but was stopped by Ryker's hands keeping her wrapped around his cock. She had completely forgotten about Tess's role. Josie then appreciated she had become the sexual toy of these two. There was nothing to do but dive in, which she did.
Sucking on dick while being orally stimulated was an interesting experience, almost as if she was fucking Ryker without actually doing so. Josie continued to be rigorous in massaging his cock with her lips, but now she was moaning louder and louder while doing so. Tess had gotten her tongue in deep, and feeling it wiggle around inside her was driving her insane. She seemed to expertly know where to stimulate and how, all but confirming to Josie that Tess had done this many times, despite her whining otherwise. Josie was now just another woman to add to her list. In fact, Ryker was known to get around a lot of well. Previously, Josie had taken pride in the fact that she had never given him the pleasure before, which was probably one of the reasons he didn't like her. That changed now, though. Although he would didn't know it was her currently going to town on his cock.
Tess's tongue was putting her into a near-constant state of twitches and spasms as she was sending wave after wave of ecstasy throughout her body. Josie was sure each wave would be the one to put her over the edge and give her the relief of an orgasm, but it continued to not be the case. The waves built up larger and larger to the frustration of the veteran officer. All Josie could do was moan and put even more vigor into the blow job.
"Fuck, this slut is loving my cock. Best blow job I've gotten in years. What was her name again," Ryker asked. Josie really wished he would shut up so she could try and forget just whose sperm would soon be traveling down her throat.
"The manager said it was Creamy Analover," Tess said, temporarily pulling her tongue out to respond.
"Jesus Christ, seriously? I know what I'll be doing with her next time I visit here."
"She tastes amazing... For a woman. Not that I've ever tasted a pussy before," Tess replied before plunging back into the depth of Josie's baby maker.
Enjoy it while you have me fuckers. Because this is the only time you'll ever have me, thought Josie. Although, her mind quickly drifted to dirty thoughts of her secretly continuing to work here and letting all kinds of men and women have their way with her. Over the next five minutes, Tess continued to tongue-pound her while Ryker endured the determined pace Josie was rubbing her plump lips on his dick. Josie's mind was a jumbled mess of extremely dirty sexual thoughts, having long forgotten why she was even in this position. Her legs buckled under the barrage of pleasure, and she didn't know how much more she could endure nor if she wanted it to ever stop. But finally, Ryker reached his limit. "Take my cum, fuck!" He yelled out as he filled his fellow officer's mouth to the brim with an impressive volume of cum.
Maybe it was because Tess finally hit just the right spot with her tongue, or maybe it was the intoxicating taste of cum entering her mouth, but Josie found her own orgasm that hit her hard. A wave of pleasure hit her, the strongest she had felt yet, but this wave didn't wane. Instead, it crashed up and down her body without giving up its intensity. Every muscle in her body tensed up, and Josie's mind went white. All the while, Ryker continued to pump cum into her mouth.
But finally, both Ryker and her own orgasm gave up their hold on her, and she was allowed to collapse on the floor. She struggled to swallow the cum in her mouth while trying to catch her breath. It spilled out of her mouth onto her tits. Tess and Ryker cleaned themselves up and left, barely acknowledging Josie as they did. She was used and then tossed aside, like the whore she was pretending to be. However, was it really pretending at this point?
Her mind began to clear, which only brought her shame after reflecting on what acts she had done with those two. She could never look at them the same back at the station. Luckily though, no one but she knew what had happened in there. She knew she couldn't stay here and should reconnect with June. With no towel available in the room and not wanting to walk back out with cum covered tits, she had to endure the shameful act of lapping up Ryker's seed off of her tits. Finally getting clean, she went to get dressed before remembering her clothes were long gone. She would need to stay naked for a while longer.
As soon as she exited the room, June found her. "There you are. The manager was getting so impatient. He said you had another ten clients to take care of. But don't worry, I covered for you as best I could," she said, looking rather unraveled.
"What... did you do with them, June," Josie cautiously asked, remembering just how inexperienced her partner was.
"Oh, I danced naked for them. They really liked seeing my butt jiggle," she said.
"Oh, I'm relieved to hear that."
"But then I told them my name, Fuxxx Cocksucker, and then they, of course, said they had to find out how I got such as name. Did you know cum taste really good?"
"You blew them? I thought you had never even seen a penis in real life before, let alone had one in your mouth."
"Yeah, I was really thrown into the deep end of cocks there. But it's okay. It turns out I'm really good at it. A lot of the guys even invited me to some parties they are hosting in the near future. They say they want me to meet their friends," June said proudly.
"Stay away from those parties, trust me. So how many more of my ten clients do I still need to 'take care of'," Josie asked, dreading how much more oral she would have to dish out herself.
"What? I told you. I took care of it."
"You blew ten guys?"
"No. Of course not. I also had ten assigned to me. I blew twenty guys. You were in that room for a long time. What were you doing with those clients anyway? Were they that important?" Trying not to think about just how much cum was sitting in the stomach of her rookie partner, Josie focused instead on not revealing she had blown and gotten
off on the tongue of their fellow officers.
"Oh, all they wanted me to do was dance. No other funny business. They were two hot guys from out of town, that's all," Josie said, feeling confident in her lie.
Ryker then came up behind the still-disguised Josie and grabbed her naked ass. "I never said thank you for that blow job. No one has ever put that much effort into getting me to cum in their mouths. I take that as a compliment, as you must have really liked my cock. I'll be back for a lot more of that in the future." he said, giving her ass one last healthy squeeze.
"I've never seen any woman cum as hard as you did when I had my tongue so deep inside your pussy. And I've seen a lot of women cum, trust me," Tess said, also coming up from behind Josie and running a finger under her breast. Tess remembered her partner was there and, in a panic, added. "In pornos. I've seen a lot of women cum in porn films. I was watching them for the big fat cocks, of course."
The two of them then turned their attention to June, whom they also did not seem to recognize. "Who is this young hotness? Maybe I'll let you have the next go at my dick. Maybe even take advantage of that plump ass you have," Ryker said, helping himself to walk behind the young officer and grabbing her butt.
"And I might just have to give you a mound pounding of your own. Just to keep things fair between strippers, of course," Tess said, taking June's tits into her hands. The young woman stood there motionless with wide eyes. However, the two off-duty officers got distracted by another stripper and wandered off, finally leaving, at least for now, June unmolested.
Josie and June stared at each other, not knowing how to respond. Josie's lie was revealed, and now it was known to her partner that she had spent her time in the room getting sexually pleasured by Tess while getting face fucked by Ryker. She soon expected her young partner to engage in slut shaming while blaming her for having to blow her first through the twentieth guy ever that night.
"Did you really cum harder than you ever had before? Like even harder than you did any other time today even," she asked.
Josie wasn't sure why she was asking that. "I mean, I guess I came harder than I did with that woman on the stage earlier."
"That's not what I'm asking about," June replied, looking frustrated.
But before they could further compare orgasms, the manager approached. "Excellent work tonight. I heard the two of you blew twenty men tonight. That's ten each! Our previous record here for blow jobs given in one night was only five! It takes a truly slutty stripper to blow ten guys on a single shift. But you both did it," he said, patting both girls on the butt. June's face turned bright red at this news, while Josie felt even more guilty about leaving her partner to fend for herself while she got off on Tess's tongue.
"In fact, the boss has a special assignment he wants both of you to help with. Do a good job with it, and he said he would love to meet you both. It's rare for a stripper to meet the boss on their first day, but like I said, you both are a rare kind of slut. Follow me."
He led the still fully nude girls up some stairs and into a larger room. Josie quickly noticed the multiple cameras on tripods, sound equipment, and cheaply made set. Numerous people were walking around adjusting lighting, applying makeup to some shirtless men, and looking over a binder of papers. "Oh god damn it, you're kidding me," she exclaimed, realizing what this special assignment was.
June looked confused at her partner but then made her own conclusion. "Oh! Are we going to host a podcast? Is it a true crime one? Not that I know anything about crime, as I have no background in law enforcement," June said, expertly keeping her cover.
"No," Josie corrected. "We're making porn."
A guy approached them and told them to put on a costume as they would be in the next shot. "Oh god damn it, you're kidding me," Josie again exclaimed, seeing what costume they would be wearing.
"As you can tell, you both will be playing slutty cops that will do anything to solve the case," a man, who they assumed to be the director, explained.
June looked to Josie, giving her an unsure look. "Can we have a minute to get ready," Josie asked. They were directed to a changing room, which seemed pointless, given they were already nude. But it would give them the chance to discuss this in private.
"Is this okay, Josie? Stripping was one thing, but to let ourselves be filmed, especially as fake-fake-cops seems wrong," June said worriedly.
"I know. But if we don't do this, we won't get to Dominic, and all of this will have been for nothing," Josie said, feeling conflicted.
June was in deep thought for a moment before speaking with more certainty. "They probably just need us for one scene. Usually, porn movies like this like to use a whole lot of different girls for the sake of variety. We get out there, say some dumb lines, take off our clothes, and get felt up. Then we get to see Dominic."
"I don't know. I didn't see any other girls here. Also, don't they usually have sex in these films?"
"Only in the really dirty and cheap films do they have real sex. We'll probably just have to fake some moans while the male actor wears a sock and pretend to hump us."
"That's good. But we're still going to be filmed. Our naked bodies will be forever captured on film and distributed all over for everyone to see," Josie said, still not sure about this.
"But they don't know our real names, and we'll keep our makeup and hair color on. Ryker and Tess didn't even recognize you despite you spending so much time going to town on your hot, wet...,"
"I got it! I got it." Josie said, looking to change the subject from her previous actions in the club. "You sure do know a lot about porn movies,"
"Well, I'm not a pervert if that's what you are implying. I just think the girls in the films look so pretty and glamorous. And I like the simple stories and character developments. Also, I really like seeing men get their big fat cocks sucked. And the way those women moan when they are getting railed from behind. God, this one time I came so hard while fingering myself when this one Puerto Rican actress was taking on three dudes and..."
"June! Focus. I can't believe I'm saying this, but let's get dressed so we can go film our porn scene."
The two women put on the ridiculous 'police uniforms' which were far from being regulation. On top, they were extra tight and had a neckline that showed off almost half of their tits. For bottoms that had skirts that were so short, the bottoms of their thongs could be seen even when they stood up straight. Still, it felt good to finally have something covering them, even if it would be just for a bit.
Returning to the set, their arrival meant they were ready to film, according to the director. "But what the hell are we even doing? Neither of us has seen a script or knows anything about the plot. What are we even supposed to do?"
The director rolled his eyes. "It's a porno. Who cares. But fine. In this scene, you and your partner just get back to the station after having solved numerous sexy crimes. But you are both extremely horny and now you seek relief in the slutty arms and tits of your fellow officer. So how about you two make out for a bit, strip each other naked, then... let's have you, the younger one with the ass...," the director said, pointing to June. "You go down on tits here," he continued, pointing to Josie. "You have no problem with lesbian stuff, right? You're strippers. You probably have other strippers going muff diving on you all the time," he asked Josie.
"Actually, she more often goes lezzy with customers," June said unhelpfully.
"Well, whatever the case, you can begin, ladies," the director said, walking off the set. This left the two women staring at each other alone. Well, not really alone, as there were nearly twenty members of the production crew watching on and anxious to see these two start to fuck each other.
Josie leaned in to whisper to June. "We can put in the bare minimum effort here. You can just angle yourself such that it looks like you are going down on me, and I'll fake some moans. Remember why we are really here."
June nodded, fully understanding her meaning. "Don't worry, I'll give you the biggest orgasm of your life," June said, obviously not understanding her meaning.
"What? That's not...," but Josie was cut off by the young rookie police officer jumping up, wrapping her legs around her partner, and locking lips.
June's hands briskly rubbed all over Josie's body, all while she pushed her tongue into her mouth. Josie, meanwhile, didn't know how to respond without blowing their cover. Thus, with no other options, she went along with June's forwardness and started kissing her back. Although her eyes often looked up at the multiple cameras being used to film them, which worried her. If her real name were to ever get associated with this movie, she would have a lot of explaining to do.
June's hands worked their way to the large chest of Josie and started groping them through the thin fabric of the costume top. Josie's own hands stayed planted on her partner's ample ass. Both to hold her up and also because she didn't mind how soft it felt in her hands.
Minutes later, the two of them were on the ground, wearing nothing but their thongs and still kissing passionately. Despite their scene only supposed to be June going down on her, Josie's hand found its way down the front of her partner's panties, where she began to finger the young woman. Underneath her, June began to squirm and groan as Josie's fingers found all of the right spots. However, June had other goals in this interaction than achieving self-pleasure. June was a competitive woman. She wanted to
show her partner that she was just as good, if not better, than those other women she had been with today.
In a quick motion, she flipped the two of them over so that she was on top. They stared at each other a moment before June said, "When I'm done with you, you won't even remember that chick's name on the stage that went down you."
Josie gave a look of confusion. "What? I already don't know her name. What are you...," but she didn't finish that thought. June lowered herself down Josie's body, making a quick stop at her tits to lick them a bit before settling at her intended target. In a single move, Josie's last piece of clothing was removed, allowing the cameras to capture the woman's entire nude body. June was face to face with her partner's vagina. She took a deep breath, told herself that she could do this, and then dove in, tongue first.
Josie's back arched from the sudden and welcomed jolt of pleasure that the feeling of her partner's warm tongue gave her. Even before she could begin to recover from this, another, stronger flash of sexual delight hit her when three fingers slid effortlessly into her womanhood. June's tongue began to manipulate her clit up, down, left, right, clockwise, counterclockwise, and somehow even in undefined dimensions. Each manipulation blossomed a fire inside Josie that quickly grew in strength and soon burned passionately. The three fingers were scratching that ever-difficult-to-reach itch inside her, with the fingertips brushing antagonistically close to her most sensitive of areas.
Josie was surprised at how skillful June was with her tongue and finger. How had she gotten so much better at this from earlier when they first did this. That thought reminded her that somehow, twice, on her rookie partner's first day, she had ended up face-deep in her pussy. She felt ashamed of how she had let these things happen. She had given June such a warped view of what police work actually was. She must think she'll be required to lick her clit every day now. Josie had not ever intended for these situations to happen, but she was sure, from June's perspective, she thought Josie was a manipulative lesbian pervert who was taking advantage of her position as her mentor for her own sexual delight.
These worries, though, instantly went away when she felt June's free hand pinch her nipple, opening up a third front of pleasure that sent Josie into a sexual-filled tizzy. She was building up to something truly special. An orgasm for the ages that would rock her to her core. "Okay, let's get Shelly in there. You take over going down on big tits there," the director said.
June's face shot up, covered in vaginal juices. A blond, overly tan woman, already naked, walked on the set and lightly pushed June aside to make room for herself as she prepared to take over the role of going down on Josie. June, meanwhile, couldn't believe what was happening. "Umm, sir. I wasn't done yet. If you could just let me finish."
But the director didn't care. "If you had bothered to read the script, you would know that it is critical to the story of the film that Shelly here be the one to get tits to an orgasm. I'll tell you what. Since you are so pussy hungry, you can go down on Shelly while she does her work on your girlfriend."
"I'm not pussy hungry! I don't even know what that means, but I know I'm not it! Tell the blond bimbo she can wait until I'm done. I was working up to something truly special there. Did Leonardo let some fake titty slut finish the Mona Lisa? Did Stanley Kubrick let a no-talent-tanned bitch film the final scenes of The Shining? Did Joe' Big Dick' Joey let a whore write the final draft of Booty Bitches 7? No!"
"But Joe totally did hire a whore to write Booty Bitch 7," the director shot back.
"No, you are thinking of Booty Bitch 8: Bitch Booty Returns. Seven, he wrote all himself."
"Wow, you know your anal-based porn movie directors. Respect. But still no. Shelly finishes her off. Or do we have a problem, and I need to get Dominic involved," the director said in a threatening tone.
June looked to Josie, who was already enjoying the feeling of this new girl's tongue on her highly stimulated sexual organs. "No...," she said, defeated.
"Good. Now get your face under Shelly's pussy and get your tongue in deep. I want the taste of her pussy to linger in your mouth for weeks after you're done."
Knowing she could not compromise the mission by disobeying, June slowly and reluctantly positioned herself underneath Shelly's womanhood. Meanwhile, this new girl had started up where June had left off and had her hands and tongue all over and in the vagina of Josie. "Oh god, don't stop! I'm so fucking close already. You feel amazing," the veteran cop yelled out.
"Only because I got her into that state," June muttered to herself before taking the first stroke of her tongue along the labia of Shelly. She had the same slightly salty taste but lacked the subtle sweetness she had experienced with Josie's own vagina. June proceeded to put the bare effort into this oral act, running her tongue up and down her labia but taking no further actions.
A minute later, Shelly stopped her own pleasure-giving activity to complain. "You have to be the worst lesbian lover I've ever had go done on me. You could spend a week down there and not get me off. It's no wonder tits here wanted me to take over for you."
"That's not true, Josie...," but June's defense of her pussy licking skills were interrupted by the horny calls of her partner.
"Don't stop! I'm right on the edge!" Shelly pushed June away and put her total attention into the veteran officer's pleasure. June watched, laying sprawl-legged on the floor, as Josie's legs lifted into the air and convulsed. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her face contorted into a look of yelling loudly, although she made no sounds. Her breathless state went on for a dozen seconds as Josie's face turned purple, and June worried she would pass out. But finally, her muscles relaxed, and she was able to take a breath as her orgasm released its grip on her.
"Holy fuck, I didn't think I could cum that hard," she announced between heavy breaths. The director yelled cut, and the production crew clapped for the two women. Josie lifted herself back up and gave Shelly a long, open-mouthed kiss.
"Maybe we could do a few more takes of that scene?" Josie half-jokingly asked the director. Maybe more like quarter-joking. But the director shot that idea down. She then turned her attention back to her scene-mate.
"Thank you. You were amazing from start to finish. I don't think anyone will ever give me anything nearing what you did today."
"I was the one who was going down on you at the start, remember?" June whined.
Without even looking at her, Josie replied. "Were you? I guess I didn't notice. Maybe we can make some more films with each other in the future, Shelly?"
June was having enough of this. "Creamy Analover. Remember why we are here?" Reality started coming back to Josie, and she remembered she was not actually a porn star but rather a cop undercover. Although she made a mental note to explore maybe doing both in the future. Provided she gets to pick her costars.
June was ready for the two of them to leave the set, but the director had other ideas. "Where are you going, miss? We are far from done. Tits, you aren't in this next scene, but you with the ass, you stay there," he said, pointing at June.
The two women exchanged worried looks, but Josie cautiously left the set. "Do you need me to masturbate? I'm good at that," June asked, nervous about what she was about to be asked to do.
A young, muscular man walked onto the stage. He was wearing nothing but boxers. "You'll be getting railed in this scene. I'll leave it to you both to figure out what positions and where he should cum."
Josie, knowing the inexperienced nature of her partner when it comes to men, spoke up. "Maybe I should be in this scene instead."
"If you knew anything about film making you know it has to be her. If you're that horny, any member of the crew is happy to fuck you in the meantime," the director said, dismissing her concern.
"That's not what...," Josie started to object as several men around her started to give her a look of desire.
"It's okay. I want to do this," June said, looking at Josie.
"Don't be mad, but I've never had sex with a man before. I hope that's okay," she said, looking at the director.
"You're... a virgin? You want to have sex for the first time while recording porn?"
"Is that okay? Should I have fucked someone first off camera?"
"No! This is perfect. Everyone get in position," the director yelled out.
"Hi. I'm Fuxxx Cocksucker. Although I'll tell you, my real name is June. Figured it's okay for me to tell you that since you'll be balls deep in me in a bit," June said, holding her hand out to her scene partner.
"I've never taken someone's virginity on camera. Usually, I'm just focused on trying not to make the actresses pass out from cumming too many times. People call me Ten Inch Dick Ted, by the way."
June's eyes widened with a mixture of horror and amazement. She couldn't help but look down at his crotch a few times. "Ten... inches?"
Seeing her worry, Nick tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, it's just a nickname. I actually have a twelve-inch dick."
As June tried to calculate how that would even fit, the director called for action, and the scene began. The young woman realized she had no idea what she was supposed to do or say beyond getting fucked, but Nick pulled down his boxers, and all thoughts left her. He was fully erect and June realized she didn't appreciate just how long a foot actually was. Nick approached her and took her into his arms, and the impressively sized male genital pressed up against her as they started to kiss. She couldn't focus on anything except the feeling of the dick as she knew that would soon penetrate her, all on camera.
She had started off the scene already fully naked, and thus, it didn't take long for them to end up on the floor of the set, with her continuing to get poked in the stomach by his tip. Finally, he released himself from her lips and asked June the question that she had been waiting for her whole adult life to hear. "Are you ready to get plowed on camera for tens of thousands of people to later masturbate to?"
Maybe that wasn't the exact wording she had always imagined, but at long last, she was going to lose her virginity. "Let's do it!"
June tried to relax as much as possible, but feeling the tip of his cock rub against her labia and start to press in was making her feel everything but relaxed. Just when she was wondering if he needed help, a large portion of his length entered her, and with that motion, her virginity was gone.
"Cock, dick, penis, fuck!" June yelled out as she experienced the sensation of pain and pleasure.
Nick was still and looked to his scene-mate to see if she was alright. "What are you doing? I didn't say stop. Fuck me like a porn star, you giant dong moron," June yelled out in response to his stopping. Shrugging his shoulders, the porn actor resumed driving deeper and deeper into the former virgin.
June was pleased to find the pain waned rapidly, as the pleasure building up inside her was a sensation she never knew was possible. The entirety of her womanhood was being stretched satisfyingly. Having fingered herself extensively, it felt like she had no less than twenty of her fingers inside her right now, each finding a spot more intensely pleasurable than the last. She didn't resist her body's reactions and was soon yelling out moans and wrapping her legs around her first lover. "I take it you are enjoying your first time," Nick asked with a goofy smile.
"Unless you are able to get that tongue onto my clit while fucking me, I suggest you keep that mouth shut and focus on continuing to smash my pussy, you fat-cocked moron!" June shot back. Apparently, she was a bit of an angry fuck.
Her current lover obeyed her command, and she was able to focus fully on what was approaching. Nick was deep in her, deeper than she thought possible. But it was amazing and after reaching the most delightful spot yet inside her, she lost it. Her entire lower half convulsed, she yelled out in ecstasy, and her world went white. Her mind was lost to extremely sexual visions of her giving up the police force and filming porn all of the time. Videos of her taking cock after cock filling the internet, and everyone she knows will see her get fucked over and over. But finally, her orgasms ended, and June remembered where she was and what she was engaging in. Despite finishing herself, Nick was far from done.
"Let's change things up. Get on your hands and knees," he suggested. Pulling out of her temporarily, June managed to get into the requested position despite her shaky arms and legs. Nick remounted her, with this penetration only slightly less overwhelming than her first. With twice the vigor as before, he proceeded to slam his hips into her ass, giving her almost the entirety of his length with each thrust. The orgasm had given her relief from the immense pleasure she was feeling, but she could already feel something equally as awesome building up inside her.
In her post-lady-nut clarity, June realized the insanity of her situation and should address it. Not being an undercover policewoman filming porn, but something else. "Shouldn't you be wearing a condom," she asked, looking back at the man slamming her pussy with his bare cock.
"It's not needed. As I'm sure you know, all female porn stars, like yourself, are on birth control. If one were to reveal she wasn't, that would raise many questions about whether that woman was a professional porn star or actually here for other reasons that management would not approve of. But that's not the case with you, right? I'm all good to cream pie you when the time comes?"
A wide-eyed June paused before answering, "Yep! Nothing life-altering will happen when you load me up with your potent cum at all. I'm totally good with you unloading your balls into my womb." Whatever worries the young woman had, though, were immediately forgotten by Nick's cock, giving her yet another spark of pleasure that shot up her spine, causing her to moan, which echoed around the room.
Over the next half-hour, June was fucked extensively by Nick in a variety of positions, all of which were new to her, obviously. Josie and the crew watched on as Nick demonstrated impressive endurance, not having cummed once yet. June, meanwhile, was not able to claim anywhere near the same. At the end of the half-hour, she was rapidly approaching her fourth orgasm. Her body and mind were wrecked from the endless sexual bombardment the cock inside her had been giving her. Officer Martinez was currently lost to the young woman. She was now only Fuxxx Cocksucker, the porn star.
She was on top of Nick, slamming herself down onto his cock and chasing the dream of having a fourth orgasm on camera. She made for quite the sight as her tongue hung out of her mouth and her body glistened with sweat. Watching her bare breasts bounce in front of him and feeling her ass flex as she humped him, Nick finally reached his limit and began pumping his cum into his current lover. June knew immediately what the warm feeling inside her meant. She was awash with feelings of dread, shame, and never-ending pleasure. At that moment, all of these mixed together and made her achieve that one last orgasm. Her feelings were so conflicting, but in her ecstasy, she yelled out, "Fucking knock this bitch up! Spray your cum into my womb and impregnate me!" This last orgasm was the most intense yet, and having no more strength, she melted onto the floor, where her mind was blank as she recovered.
It was Josie's voice that finally brought her back to awareness. "You good June? Need anything?"
Slowly, the young woman lifted herself back up, where she saw Nick and the director standing over her, looking worried. "What the hell was all that yelling about getting pregnant? Are you actually on birth control," the porn actor asked.
June barely remembered what she said. She could scarcely remember her own name. "What? Of course, I am. What, do you think that I decided to give up my virginity and get impregnated all while on camera on the same night? All that stuff I yelled was just me trying out a catchphrase. From now on, whenever a guy cums inside me during a shoot, I'm going to pretend I'm getting impregnated. I figured that would make me more memorable to the audience and make a name for myself as an up-and-coming porn actress."
The two men looked unsure but finally let it go. "Yeah, it will certainly make you memorable," the director remarked.
They walked away as they prepared for the next scene, leaving June and Josie alone. "I'm so sorry you had to give up your virginity like this. That was never my intention when I suggested we go undercover like this. I mean, I assumed a lot of stuff could happen when we pretended to be strippers in a shady joint like this. But losing your virginity while filming a porn film was not one of them. Well, not in the top ten most likely things to happen, at least," Josie said, looking worried she had allowed things to go too far.
"I agreed to all of this. It's fine. Yeah, I would have liked to give my virginity to a long-term boyfriend or that handsome garbage man that stops by my house every day, but I still have anal, right?"
"You still have anal," Josie smiled.
"By the way, you are actually on birth control, right?"
"Why does everyone think I'm a dumb bitch that willfully allowed herself to get inseminated on a porn set without any protection? I'm good, okay," June said defensively before looking down at her cum filled pussy and thinking she is a dumb bitch. "Besides, even if I wasn't on birth control, which I totally am, what's the odds one load of cum is going to get me knocked up? Ten loads? Then I'd me worried."
"Okay, ladies, for this next scene, these ten men will be cumming inside each of you at least once each. So lie on the floor, and they will do the rest," the director announced. June and Josie shared a look of dread. Ten now fully nude men were standing on the set. Surprisingly, they were nothing like Nick. They looked to be middle-aged, very out of shape and weren't going to win any awards for their looks.
Josie questioned the director about this. "What's with the new actors? They don't have that typical... male porn star look."
"You are right about that. We hired these guys for another skill they all possess."
"What's that," June asked.
"They cum fast. We can't have all then of them lasting as long as Nick. That would take us all day to film them fucking you all. Now, get on all fours right next to each other. Feel free to kiss some while you are getting loaded up with cum."
The two women got into position. Cameras were positioned all around them to capture all of the angles. Josie, despite her earlier willingness to take June's place, was not thrilled about being filmed fucking one guy, let alone ten. She had been hopeful she could avoid having sex with any men
at all. Being filmed nude and cumming on the tongue of that very talented lady was one thing. This was another. Hopefully, their hair dye and makeup would prevent any of the tens of thousands of men who would end up watching this film from recognizing her.
A heavy-set man looking to be about fifty-five positioned himself behind Josie, while June's second-ever lover was a skinny, pale man in his late forties. Both helped themselves to groping the girl's asses before finally taking the plunge and filling their pussies with their cocks. June noticed that they were nowhere near the size of Nick, but it was still an intense feeling to have yet another bare cock rubbing back and forth inside her. Josie looked to be much more comfortable and maybe even enjoying herself. It had been a lot of sexual interactions today without getting fucked herself till now.
"How weird is it going to feel having multiple guys cum inside us, one after the other," June asked Josie with a shaky voice due to the cock repeatedly slamming inside her.
"Why are you asking me? You think I've done something like this before?" Josie replied, offended.
"No! It's just... you are more experienced than me, and I thought... never mind. Sorry."
After a few moments of silence, Josie replied. "After the fourth guy cums inside you, expect cum to start flowing down your legs. It makes for great lubrication for the next guy." June looked at her partner, surprised. Josie took a deep breath. "My second husband and I thought we could save our marriage by adding some excitement to the bedroom. So we had seven or eight guys come over and run a train on me. After the fourth time we tried it, we realized it wasn't helping us, and it was only acting to make the neighbors we weren't inviting jealous."
Before June could ask any of the many questions she had, both ladies felt their current lover unload inside them. After a few seconds of silence, the director started waving his hands at June, who looked confused. "Aren't you going to say your stupid catchphrase?" he said in a hushed voice.
"My catchphrase? Or right, shit. Ummm. I really hope that sperm finds my eggs," she said, not remembering her original wording.
The two men were quickly replaced by new men who seemed older and more out of shape than the last. These men lasted no longer and gave each of the women yet another addition to their quickly filling wombs. From there, the men lined up and took turns with each of them, effectively turning the girls into a free-use pussy for them, all while they were filmed. As Josie predicted from her previous experiences, after the fourth man, cum started spilling out of them and down their legs. With each man's climax inside her, June continued to call out something about her being excited to get impregnated.
Somewhere around guy number six, Josie couldn't deny her feelings anymore. While she had been given multiple orgasms throughout the day from various women, the constant male attention her naked body had been getting her had made her craving the intimate touch of a man. Thus, despite these men not being anywhere near the type she desired, she yelled out in orgasm just as yet another man cream-pied her. Of all the things she had done today and had been filmed doing, this was maybe the most embarrassing for her.
The tenth and final guy for each girl reached their climax, and their rapid-fire orgy was completed. But that was far from the end of their filming. More men were brought in for them to fuck and suck. Cum was shot onto their chest, ass, and faces while loads were continuously deposited into their mouths and pussies. Both women lost track of how many men they had serviced and fucked, but the cameras caught it all. It was the most exhausting experience of either of their lives, but police work requires dedication like this. "Oh fuck, that's right. I'm a policewoman," June said quietly to herself, having forgotten that was why she had countless men's cum sitting inside her various orifices.
The director announced after finishing their latest scene, where both of them had simultaneously taken cocks into their mouths and pussy while multiple other men jacked off onto their backs, they were done with filming. They would soon meet Dominic, get the information they needed, and no one would ever connect June and Josie to the short-lived stripper and porn careers of Fuxxx Cocksucker and Creamy Analover. They had done it.
"Everyone, stay where you are! I'm Officer Tess Shah, and this is my partner, Officer Ryker Hall. You are all under arrest for filming porn without a permit!" Both officers were now in full uniform and holding up their badges. Josie thought about taking June and making a run for it, naked be damned. But her legs were in no shape to run or even stand.
"Those mother fuckers were undercover here themselves, but as customers. Fuck, why didn't we think of that instead of pretending to be strippers?" Josie said, feeling like an idiot. Numerous other policemen followed the two of them into the room, and she knew they had no way of escaping.
"Let's just hope our extensive makeup will keep them from figuring out who we really are," Josie said, trying to stay hopeful.
"But... we've been sweating, blowing, and getting cummed on for hours, Josie," June replied worryingly.
"I don't need reminding of that, June. What's your point?"
"Our makeup...," but the young officer's point couldn't be completed as Ryker and Tess had come across the two women who were still lying on the floor, fully exposed and sprawled out. An obscene amount of cum leaking from their orifice.
Ryker and Josie locked eyes, and his face slowly started to show recognition while hers turned to horror. "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Tess, look! It's Conley. She's a porn actress," he yelled out.
"No fucking way. She was the stripper that blew you, and I went down on. As a joke, of course," Tess said, also correctly identifying their fellow officer.
"No, she isn't! Her name is Creamy Analover, and she's been working as a stripper and porn actress for years. She strips for and bangs dudes all day and doesn't have time to also work as a respective police officer if that's what you are implying," June said, trying to cover for her partner.
"That's the rookie partner she was assigned this morning. God damn, Josie. You turned your rookie into a whore in less than a day? You are a really shitty policewoman," Tess said insultingly.
"But you give really good head," Ryker added. This was a complete nightmare, thought Josie. She couldn't think of a worse situation.
"So, how long have you been stripping and acting? Were you that fat ass chick in Anal Nurses vs. Blow Job Baristas 4," Ryker asked.
"No, that was Scarlet Johandjob. The same woman who won a Boner award in 2019 for her work in Cum Slut Zombies 12: Night of the Blow Jobs," June corrected him.
"Oh yeah! For her acceptance speech she went down on the host right there on the stage. It was beautiful," he responded, excited that he found a fellow porn enthusiast.
But Josie was not amused. "I am not a stripper or porn actress. We were here tonight as an undercover operation. Things just... got out of hand, that's all," she yelled, trying to get things back on track.
"That's the truth! We got a lead that Dominic, the owner of this strip club, is behind the stolen cars," June added.
"There... is no Dominic. We just made up the idea that there is some cool gang leader running this place. You be surprised how many dumb sluts will agree to be in a porn film if it means they get to meet a rich and powerful owner of a strip club," the director admitted.
"Then who owns this place," June demanded to know.
"Some private equity firm across the country. Large financial firms bought up all of the strip clubs. The idea of the small, locally owned, mom-and-pop strip club is dead."
Josie couldn't believe this. "No. We heard from other gang members that they got cars from Dominic. He has to be real. They called his gang the Latin Dragons."
One of the crew members laughed hearing that. "There's a rental car place attached to the club. A lot of our strippers work there during the day. They were doing really bad business until they started telling people they were associated with Dominic's gang. I forgot that dumb name they came up with. They aren't a gang any more than we are. They're just an Enterprise Rental run by strippers/porn actresses."
"So what you are saying is my two fellow female officers showed off their bodies to hundreds of men live, proceeded to blow numerous men, then get fucked on camera, for nothing? Yeah, that's pretty in character for Josie," Tess said before laughing extensively. Josie was bright red and ready to punch somebody in the face. She just didn't know who. But most of all, she wanted to get dressed. This was the third time today she was standing around naked around other fellow police officers. However, she realized her original clothes were long gone after her initial strip act. That left her with one option to put on. The sexy police outfit she had worn for the film, which she did. June followed her lead and seeing them in such a ridiculous costume only heighten the laughter from Tess, Ryker and other other policemen. Especially since they couldn't find the thongs, thus leaving their vaginas visible due to the skirt's extensively short nature.
Taking June by the hand, Josie started storming out, looking for this adventure to end. But a policeman stopped them. "Chief wants you at the station right away."
"Of course he does," Josie whined.
Once again, they had no time to change and the two women were sitting in the chief's office wearing clothes far from regulation. "Jesus Christ. Jesus H Christ on a stick. Jesus, H Christ, on a stick, and call me a mother fucker. Each time I've
chewed you out today, you both have gone out and done the exact opposite of what I told you to do. Should I have actually ordered you two to become strippers and film a porno? Would that have prevented you both from once again embarrassing yourselves, this department, and the whole city?"
"Sir, I think you're overreacting a bit," Josie said, arguing back.
"Two of my officers are the stars of the fastest-selling porn film on the internet right now."
"They already got it online for sale? God damn, they edit fast. Why were they allowed to put the movie out anyhow? Weren't they arrested for filming smut without a permit," Josie questioned.
"And they will be expected to pay the fifty dollar fine for doing so, which won't be an issue considering how many copies they are selling. It turns out having real policewomen star in your porn is a very popular gimmick."
"But sir. They don't know it's us in those scenes. They only knew us as Fuxxx Cocksucker and Creamy Analover," June added.
"Creamy Analover? Dear lord Josie... But no, both of your real names are credited on the film," the chief said, turning around his monitor and showing them one of the many sites selling the film. It read, 'Introducing Officer June Martinez as Fuxxx Cocksucker and Officer Josie Conley as Creamy Analover.'
"Fuck! How did they find out," Josie yelled in disgust.
"State law requires porn actors and actresses to use their real names. A fact that Officers Shah and Hall made sure they were all aware of."
"I'm going to punch that bitch Tess so hard in the face when I next see her," Josie said, making a fist.
"And you'll be charged for assaulting an officer as a civilian when you do so. You're both off the force," the chief said.
"What? You can't be serious, sir!" Josie said, objecting.
"I am, and you can't be surprised by this. This is the third time today you've been caught naked while on the clock. In what normal job could you film yourself getting fucked by numerous strangers and not get fired for it," the chief asked.
"A pizza delivery guy? I heard they get pulled into some pretty erotic scenarios while on the job," June added.
"I don't think he was actually asking, June. But what about the stolen car case. Whoever is doing it is still out there, taking who knows how many vehicles. We were getting close. Just give us more time."
"Close? I read the report from the arresting officers. You were tricked into thinking this Dominic person was real. Besides, the mayor's office called, and the case is now closed. Not that it's any of your business now. Get out, and don't bother applying for work anywhere else as a police officer. You're done."
Josie had no more arguments to give and solemnly got up and left, accidentally flashing her pussy as she did so to the chief. June followed suit, including showing off her vagina, which was still leaking cum. The two of them silently went to the locker room, where they changed into their civilian wear. On their way out, they were subjected to harsh, judgmental stares by their former co-workers, although many of the male stares were less harsh and more lustful. At the exit, they found Tess and Ryker waiting. Josie gave them both a look of pure hatred, expecting them to get in some last jabs before she left. But that wasn't the case at all.
"I'm... sorry this happened to you, Josie. Despite everything, I always thought you were a good cop. The force is lesser with you leaving it. Oh, and when I whispered to you in the strip club that I was a lesbian, I was totally joking, of course. But if you ever want to get together and go down on each other again, let me know. For laughs, of course," Tess said, unable to make eye contact with her now-former rival.
"I was so harsh on you all of these years, Josie, because truthfully, I was jealous. You were the better investigator between us, and I hated you for it. But that wasn't fair, and I never wanted you to get fired. I'm sorry to see you go. Maybe sometime I can take you out to dinner to make up for it. Afterwards, we can get some drink, reminisce about old times, you can give me another of the greatest blow jobs of my life, and then maybe ice cream. Let me know. It will be my treat. Except for the blow job part."
The four of them shook hands and left on friendly terms. Josie was thankful that at least something good came out of today. Standing outside the station on the street, Josie declared, "I need a drink. Follow me. I know a half-decent bar a block down the road." The two of them entered the bar and quickly got a drink in their hands. They sat silently for a while, neither knowing what to say to the other. A news report came on the TV. "The two police officers, who have now been identified as June Martinez and Josie Conley, agreed to partake in a graphic hardcore pornographic movie that is taking the internet by storm. We here at Channel Seven News have secured the rights to broadcast the film in its entirety later tonight, fully uncensored, despite numerous warnings from the FCC. Owners of the channel are quoted as saying, 'Those bitches are too hot not to show the video. Fines be damned.'" Despite pleas from both women, the bartender refused to change the channel. Both of their drinks were quickly consumed.
"Thanks for having me as your partner, Josie. Even if it was just for one day, I'm glad I was a police officer with you," June said, smiling.
"You're kidding, right? I ruined your career in a single day with my stupidity. I don't understand why you aren't taking a swing at me right now," Josie said in disbelief.
"What? Doing cop things with you was awesome! We were so close to solving that case. If only we had more time."
"Yeah. But you heard chief. Even if we did have more time, the mayor told him to drop it. Even if we did everything perfectly, the case would still have gone unsolved."
Something about that didn't sit right with June, though. "Does the mayor typically ask for ongoing cases to get dropped?"
Josie thought about that. "No. I've never heard of that ever happening. Weird."
"It's more than weird. It's potentially illegal. We might have been close to stumbling onto something that would implicate the highest levels of city government," June said excitedly.
"Why would the mayor be involved in stolen cars?"
"I don't know, but we should find out. Everything about this feels like a cover-up. Even our firings are probably to keep the true nature of this crime hidden. What do we have to lose by looking deeper?"
Josie found herself starting to see June's view here. "But we aren't police anymore. How do we even go about this?"
June got her phone out and pulled up a news article. "The mayor is hosting a party at his mansion this evening. The chief will be there. If anything funny is happening, we can find out there."
Josie read over the article. "It says the governor will be there too. This is going to be a tough party to crash."
"You let me worry about that," June said confidently.
Josie's phone went off, and she looked at me worryingly. "Fuck," she said, seeing the name of the caller.
"Is it one of your ex-husbands again?"
"No. It's my current husband. I'm sure my exes told him all about my misadventures today," she said, still delaying answering the call.
"Why are your exes talking with your current husband? That seems weird."
"Well, they're all brothers, so I hope they talk with each other. Family is important." Josie finally accepted the call.
"Hi Jerry... So they told you all about that?... Yes, that is me in the film... Well I'm sorry that it got played for everyone to see at your office. That wasn't my fault, obviously... I lost count, but it was enough that I'm still leaking cum... I know I told you I didn't want to do that. It didn't save my marriage to your oldest brother... And that didn't save my marriage to your second oldest brother... Fine. Have your lawyer call mine... Wait, before you go. When does your youngest brother Tom turn 18? Next Month?... Well, you tell him I'm going to give him the best birthday present out of everyone... Same to you, bye."
Josie hung up the phone. "Hypothetically, if you were going to seduce an 18-year-old teenage boy, what lingerie would you wear? What do guys his age like? Do they make Fortnite underwear?"
"I'm sorry that your third marriage didn't pan out," June said.
"Fourth, actually. My first marriage was to this older guy who had three sons when we got together. But enough about that. Let's get ready to party!"
The two, now former cops, schemed and came up with a plan. A quick shopping trip to buy some dresses worthy of the mayor's ball, and they were all set for their heist. They parked a block from the house and headed towards the mansion. An extensive line was formed to the front door, with all guests holding invitations, which they obviously lacked. "Street view showed a side entrance over here," June said, leading them.
As they approached the door, they found two guards standing in front of it. "Now what," Josie questioned.
"I told you, I got a plan," June said, smiling. Josie was impressed with the leadership her young ex-partner was showing here. At this point, she could have any number of ideas on how to get around these men. Maybe she had some kind of homemade smoke bombs. Perhaps she knew some critical information that would convince them that they should be allowed in. Heck, on the drive over here, she could have even found them on social media and found something to blackmail them with. Josie waited to see what method June would employ.
"If you guys let us in the door, my friend and I will get our tits out and blow you both," June said. Josie was disappointed but also conceded her strategy would likely work.
Both men eagerly accepted, and a minute later, June and Josie were on their knees, with yet more cocks in their
mouths, all while their tits were exposed to the cool evening air. "God, I've been waiting so long for some sluts like this to blow me. It's the whole reason I became a security guard. But for the past five years? Nothing. Well, except that one old broad last month," the guard that June was currently sucking on said.
"Yeah, I remember her. What a mouth...," the other guard said, smiling happily.
A few minutes later, both women weighed five grams more. The guards thanked them and upheld their end of the bargain, allowing them entry into the party. "I hope all of your plans don't rely on us getting face fucked," Josie said, wiping her mouth off.
"What? No. That would be crazy," June said, looking panicked.
"But now we need to get to the security office. We need to find out where the mayor's computer is."
Doing their best to avoid running into anyone that might recognize them, which considering they were the hottest porn stars on the planet, would prove to be tough. They walked by many famous faces, including the governor and his wife. However, they made it to the security room without issue. "Okay. All of the guards will be out watching the guests. So we get what we need and get out quick, okay?" June said confidently to her partner.
Entering the room, they found five men staring back at them. "Don't you dare suggest we suck them all off," Josie whispered to June.
"What are you two doing in here?" One of the guards demanded to know. June and Josie stood there frozen, both unsure what to say. This hesitation was quickly drawing even more suspicion from the five guards, and June knew she had to say something, or they would quickly be found out.
"My friend and I need someone to rate how good I am going down on her. Can you boys help with that," she blurted out. It was the first thing to pop into her head. The guards' faces looked serious, and both women were sure they were about to be kicked out if not arrested for trespassing.
"Yeah, for sure. We can help you out with that. Go ahead and start when you are ready," he said, turning friendly. The other four guards also relaxed in their chairs in anticipation of this unexpected lesbian sex show.
"Not exactly what I meant when I said I don't want to suck them off," Josie complained but didn't object to the idea.
Both women started removing their dresses while all five men got their phones out. "No! No filming... actually, you know what? Knock yourself out," Josie said, remembering the events from earlier today.
She took off her bra while June removed her panties. "Why are you stripping June? You don't need to be naked for you to go down on me," Josie asked her.
"And why did you take your bra off? I don't need access to your tits to go down on you either," she replied. Both girls looked at each other, shrugged, and then continued stripping fully.
It was when Josie's panties hit the ground that June pounced without warning. She wasted no time stroking her tongue along the labia of her ex-partner, and before long, she had four of her fingers vigorously pumping themselves in and out of her increasingly moist pussy. "Holy fuck June. You are almost as good as Shelly at this," Josie cried out. Hearing that name, June doubled her efforts and had the soon-to-be thrice-divorced woman wailing on the ground of the security room while the five men watched and filmed.
June's fingers and tongue were hitting her with a near-constant volley of pleasure waves. No relief or breaks were given, and Josie's mind was lost to her sexual fantasies. Every muscle in her body twitched and buckled as areas she experienced sexual delight in areas she didn't think was possible. The events of the day replayed in her head, but this time she looked back, wishing she could relive them all again, but even more slutty than the first time. Lost in a flood of dirty thoughts and unrelenting pleasure, Josie's back arched, her face contorted, and an explosion inside her rocked her world. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming," was all she could yell as that was all she was concerned with at the moment.
The men watching clapped, and June couldn't help but blush, proud of what she had accomplished. Once Josie had caught her breath, June commented, "Better than Shella, right?"
Josie smiled. "Not quite. Top five, though." June was about to protest and make a vigorous case as to why the oral pleasure she just dispensed should be much higher on the list, but the stares of the five men reminded her why they had just fucked in the first place.
"We didn't really think this through. What do we do now? Just because they saw me munch on your mound, using much better techniques than other porn actresses that we don't need to name, doesn't mean they will let us access the house security cameras. What do we do now," June said, fretting.
Josie looked over the hungry eyes staring at her tits and pussy and knew what she had to do. "Get dressed, and when the men are all occupied, find out where that computer is and go."
"What are you going to do," June asked.
"I've never pleasured five men at once, but I've always wanted to try. Pick a hole, boys, and let's have some fun," Josie announced.
"Ohhhh fuck. We could trade jobs if you wanted," June offered, but the men were already pouncing on her, and she knew it was too late. Next time, she told herself. She shuffled off to the side to watch the show and wait for her moment.
In nearly a flash, all five men had their erect dicks out, ready to stick them in any available orifices of Josie's. They were surprisingly well-coordinated, and there were no arguments about who would take what position. It almost made Josie wonder if she wasn't the first woman to burst in and have a six-some with them all. One man laid on the ground while another positioned himself nearby. Josie was instructed to lower herself, ass first onto him, and the two of them would take it from there. Cautiously doing so, the man lying down took hold of her with his hips and proceeded to do what no man had ever done before, ass fuck her. Well, she had technically done it with her first husband right before he proposed. And also right before her second husband proposed. And the third, too, now that she thought about it. And her current one... Crap, was this guy going to ask her to marry him after he unloads his balls into her colon?
But that thought was whisked away by the familiar feeling of a raw dick pressing into her asshole. "Oh fuck, you are bigger than my husbands," she yelled out. However, she had little time to dwell as this was only twenty percent of the dicks she needed to satisfy simultaneously. The other security guard in front of her angled himself and enter her pussy, marking this as the first time Josie had ever experienced double penetration. Based on the glorious feeling of being doubly pumped, she made a note to ensure this wouldn't be the last time. The sudden appearance of yet another penis in her face, and she accepted it into her mouth. Her taste buds then joined her many other senses, currently being overwhelmed by the sexual organs of various strangers. The final two men, with their ready-to-get-jacked-off cocks positioned themselves on either side of her, and taking hold of them with her hands, she was successfully pleasuring five men at once. Although it was she who was truly receiving the pleasure.
June nodded her head in approval. "Way to go, Officer Conley. You are an inspiration to policewomen everywhere," she whispered to herself. Josie successfully fully distracted all five men, and she was free to access the cameras and find the computer. After five minutes of watching Josie getting pounded from all sides, June finally got around to it.
The computer was located in a bedroom upstairs and was currently empty. She prepared to slip away while Josie continued to enjoy her distraction. June debated if she could still switch places but once again decided she couldn't and left.
Reaching the bedroom proved easy enough. Inside, the room was almost pitch black, with the exception of the dim glow from the computer. All she needed to do now was access it and find out why the mayor was so keen on stopping the investigation into the car thieves. Her first obstacle would be hacking past the login. No doubt it was being protected by 256 bit encryption and double fire walls. Hacking past it would take all of June's skills, but in less than two minutes, she was in. Mainly because the mayor seemed to have left the computer fully signed in, allowing easy access.
Opening up the email program, she searched for correspondences between the mayor and the chief, which presented a treasure trove of information. June couldn't believe what she was reading and knew Josie and her were right. She quickly forwarded the incriminating emails to herself and prepared to leave. But then someone came into the room.
"Martha? Is that you in there." The voice was that of an elderly man who sounded familiar to June. He closed the door behind him. "Hello?" He called out. It then hit her who this was. It was the governor.
She needed to think fast or he would turn on the light and she wouldn't be able to explain why she was snooping around this bedroom. "It's me, Ben. I'm here. Don't turn on the lights," June said, doing her best impression of the governor's wife. Luckily, while in the police academy, she had tried to make friends by doing impressions of local celebrities, most especially the governess. It didn't work, and in fact, it became a source of mockery. But she had gotten good at the impression.
"Why are you in here? Why can't I turn on the lights? This seems all so strange," he questioned. This whole operation was on the verge of collapsing. She needed to think of a valid excuse and fast.
"You can't turn the light on because... I'm naked and wanted to fuck you. Real bad."
"Wow,
okay. I would question why you chose this random room at a party where anyone could have walked into, but since we haven't had sex in seven years, I won't question it."
Realizing that she was apparently going to make love to the governor of their state, June quickly got her dress and underwear off right before he pounced on her. His hands ran over every inch of her body, squeezing, groping, tickling to his heart's content. June was thankful but also very offended that he couldn't feel a difference between her young body and that of his seventy-year-old wife. But she was a bit of a GILF, so she let it go.
"God, I need you now. Bend over," he said in a shaky voice. He turned her around, bent her over, then penetrated her with the full length of his statesmanly penis.
"God, you have the pussy of a woman twenty years younger than you. It's incredible," he moaned out.
"Maybe even younger? Like a woman in her early twenties who just had her first sexual experience today," June asked, feeling his hips bang up against her ass.
"No, that would be too generous. Definitely feel like the vagina of a fifty-five-year-old chick. Still something to be proud of at your age."
"Yeah, well, your old man dick isn't that impressive either," June muttered to herself before letting out a loud moan due to said dick hitting a very pleasurable spot.
The governor took notice of how much his 'wife' was enjoying herself. "After all this time together, I'm so glad you still find making love with me enjoyable. Never for a second have I stopped loving you. I'm sorry we haven't physically connected in so long. With my work, sometimes I forget what's most important."
"Yeah, that's great husband. Can you hump me faster and maybe spank me some," June requested, barely remembering to keep using her old lady voice. He complied with her request without question.
Watching her partner take on all of those dudes had made June horny. Combined with the fact that she was always horny, she was beginning to lose herself in this cock currently ramming itself inside her. She bit down hard on her lips, pinched her nipples, and after one last spank from the seventy-plus-year-old man, she lost it. Her tits felt like they were on fire, and pleasure burst throughout her body as she experienced yet another orgasm on this best of days. "Fill me up, governor! I'm a lying slut who will pretend to be anyone as long as it gets your hard cock in me. Fuck me raw every day until my belly is heavy with your child! I'm your whore to do with whatever you want," June yelled out as she felt his cum pour into her.
As her mind recovered and the governor withdrew June realized her orgasmic outburst may have blown her cover. "All that stuff I said was a quote from a movie I saw. I'm totally your wife and not some random chick that you walked in on who was getting information off the computer."
The light turned on, and a totally nude June was revealed to the elderly man who she just willingly had unprotected sex with. "Who the hell are you," he asked, eyeing her naked body.
"Would you believe me if I said a very strong supporter of your re-election? No, I can't lie about that. I think your policies are bull crap, and I would have much rather voted for and/or fucked your opponent."
Security was called. June tried to further argue that she totally wasn't some random whore and that she belonged at the party, but the men wouldn't listen. Finally, having heard enough, they took her by the arms and escorted her out wearing only her dress, which had been put on hastily and not very well. As they headed towards the exit, June saw Josie also being escorted out, as it looked like her orgy had been broken up. She, too, wore her dress in a very disheveled state. Simultaneously to this happening, the chief was standing up and making a toast. "... happy to report we have crime rates lower than they... oh fuck me until Tuesday," he said, cutting his speech short upon seeing his two former officers at the party.
The two women broke away from their escorts and managed to grab a microphone. Josie grabbed a chair and held back the approaching security. "I got you covered, June. Tell these people what you found out. Also, your left tit is out, and you're leaking cum on the floor," Josie said, all while her left tit was also out and was leaking even more cum.
"Thank you, Josie," June said into the microphone, which echoed around the hall. Several hundred guests were watching her, including a red-faced chief and mayor. June knew they were mad because she was about to expose their corruption. Also because two half-naked women were interrupting their nice party after having fucked numerous staff and guests.
"Our names are June Martinez and Josie Conley. Until a few hours ago, we were both were police officers for this great city until the chief fired us. Why, you might ask? He will tell you because we disobeyed orders and ended up being stars in the most popular porn film on the internet currently. Check it out if you haven't seen it. I'm not sure if Josie and I get paid for marketing it or not, but it's really good. There's this one scene where the two of us are taking four guys at once. One in our pussy and another in our mouths and..."
"June. Focus," Josie yelled out as she continued to hold back security.
"Right. Sorry. But the chief is lying. He fired us because we were close to uncovering the greatest corruption scheme this city has ever seen and it rises all the way to the top. Well, not the top top. It stops with the mayor. The governor has nothing to do with it. I'm sorry you got caught up in this, sir. I never intended to fuck you raw just a few minutes ago, but I'm sure you'll agree it was worth it once you hear what I have to say. I mean, I hope you already think it's worth it because I'm a good fuck if I do say so myself."
June then noticed the governor's wife not looking happy about the news she had just shared. "Don't worry, Martha. If I can call you that, which I think I can since we are now Eskimo sisters. I tricked your husband into fucking me. I mean, not that I needed to. I could have totally bagged him if I wanted to. I mean, just look at how much hotter I am compared to you. Not that you are ugly. It's just I'm like a nine, at least. I'm in a best-selling porno while I doubt you could even..."
"JUNE! FOCUS!" Josie yelled once again. "Also, your skirts hiked up, and everyone can see your vagina."
"Right, right. The corruption. As I was saying, Josie and I were assigned to solve the rash of car thefts throughout the town, but suddenly the mayor requested the case be dropped. Strange right? Why would the mayor not want this to be solved and stopped? Well, going through emails exchanged by both men, which I have here on my phone, reveals the truth." June held up her phone, and she could feel the party attendees anxiously awaiting to hear the truth.
"It turns out the cars weren't being stolen at all. They were being towed by mistake due to a simple misunderstanding of a recently changed city ordinance related to parking on the street. The mayor has been aware of this issue for the past several days but hasn't been able to address it with the police until today due to other priorities, such as the recent bridge collapse, taking precedence. That's right, people. Your mayor was putting the rescue effort ahead of some cars incorrectly getting towed and now that I'm saying it out loud, that was totally the right call to make. Crap...," June said, feeling like they have misjudged this whole situation.
Josie could sense June was waning in her resolve, so she dropped her chair and took the microphone. "Okay, so maybe we made a bad call this time. But at least we took the initiative to look into it, which is what every good cop should do. Let me ask you this, our good citizens. Would you rather have a police force that does what it's ordered to do without question? Or officers like June and I? Officers who relentlessly seek out corruption and wrongdoing in our city, even if the out-of-touch leaders don't want us airing out their dirty laundry. And we've proven we will do whatever it takes. A potential drug bust calls on us to anally fuck a bunch of barely legal eighteen-year-old high school seniors? No problem. Bribery case that requires both of us to wear vibrating panties for a week? Sign us up, no question. Tax fraud investigation needs two policewomen to be free-use pussies at a fraternity house all weekend? June and I were already there doing that before you even asked. So let your voice be heard. Tell your mayor and police chief right here and now what type of cops you want serving you!"
Both women were promptly removed from the party at the loud urging of every guest in attendance at the party, thus ending any hope of either of them getting their old jobs back. In fact, as word of their many naked adventures made their way around the country, they found every police force they applied to were not interested. However, the two women would soon find their calling.
Initially, they spent a year trying their hand at being cam girls. However, soon, their investigative itch started to become too much, and they needed to get back on the streets solving crimes. Also, their doctor said their vaginas needed a break from the constant stress of the many orgasms they were receiving from all the men they had as guests on their internet sex shows. So, the two of them started up their own private investigation firm. Soon, they became world famous for solving mysteries that required women to go undercover as strippers, prostitutes, sluts, and waitresses who accepted oral sex as tips. When asked about what advice they can give other women seeking to follow in their footsteps, Josie simply said, "All it takes is finding the right partner. And making sure that partner is really good at licking pussy."
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Obedience: The Training
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BDSM
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She woke up still gagged.
The inside of her thighs was sticky with need.
The metal plug had shifted in her sleep -- each movement a reminder that she was owned, filled, watched.
Ashley pulled the ball gag from her mouth slowly, strings of drool clinging to the strap. Her jaw ached, her lips were swollen. And she loved it.
She didn't move for several minutes.
Not until her phone buzzed.
5:58 a.m. -- a message from Sir.
"Day 3. Tasks begin. Plug stays in. No panties. Breakfast naked. Kneeling. Hands behind back."
She swallowed hard. Stood.
Her knees wobbled a little as she walked to the kitchen, completely nude except for the silver weight still resting inside her.
Andrew was already there, reading the news.
He didn't look up.
"Kneel."
She obeyed instantly. Hardwood floor. Back straight. Hands clasped behind her.
"Good girl. We're increasing expectations."
His tone was calm. Smooth. Even kind, if you didn't listen too closely.
"Today you will complete the following:"
He slid a handwritten list across the table.
Ashley read it without moving her lips.
⸻
Today's Tasks:
1. Wear plug until 10:00 p.m. -- no removal, no excuses.
2. Submit 3 photo check-ins throughout the day.
3. Edge twice -- no orgasms. Record both sessions.
4. Complete all chores in heels only.
5. Make one voice recording: beg for your punishment. Cry. Mean it.
⸻
"Any questions?"
"No, Sir."
"Then begin."
He stood, left his coffee half-finished, and walked out -- leaving her on her knees, wet, obedient, and shaking.
⸻
9:12 a.m. -- Check-In #1
Ashley stood in the mirror.
Heels on.
Naked except for the plug.
She lifted one leg onto the chair and snapped a photo between her thighs -- slick, red, stretched.
She attached a short message:
Check-in 1. Plug still in. Leaking already. I want to be slapped. Tied. Used. Denied. I'm disgusting. Please break me today.
Send.
Seconds later:
"Not yet. You'll know when I start."
Her legs went weak.
⸻
11:38 a.m. -- Edge Session 1
She lay on the couch, legs open, wand buzzing gently against her clit. The second her muscles started to tighten, she lifted it away and sobbed.
Over.
And over.
And over.
By the third time she was shaking, a mess of sweat and spit, and screaming "please please please please" -- she hit record.
Sent the audio.
"Toy begging. Session one. I hate how much I need it."
⸻
1:04 p.m. -- Chores
Laundry. Dishes. Trash. Sweeping.
All in heels.
Plug shifting.
She bent to grab a sock and nearly moaned -- her legs twitching at the pressure. At the ache.
She caught herself in the hallway mirror. Bent over. Plug out.
Dripping.
She took a photo.
Captioned it:
"Check-in 2. Toy's a mess."
Send.
Reply:
"It'll get worse. Clean the floor with your tongue."
She obeyed.
⸻
4:47 p.m. -- Edge Session 2
She gagged herself this time. Just to keep quiet.
Her fingers shook holding the wand.
One minute of bliss.
Then three more of begging.
Then five of silence, just crying into her sheets, cheeks hot, mouth full, thighs clamped.
She sent the audio.
"Session two. Broken. Please ruin me."
Reply:
"Later. For now: crawl to the living room. Wait."
⸻
5:12 p.m. -- The Living Room
She crawled.
He was already there, sitting.
Calm.
Watching her move like she was prey.
She knelt.
He stood.
Walked a slow circle around her.
"You've followed every task."
She nodded.
"Except one."
She froze.
"You forgot the voice recording. The one that mattered."
Her stomach dropped.
He leaned down.
"Where's my punishment begging, toy?"
She shook her head. "I... I was going to... I just--"
"No excuses."
He stood tall.
"You want punishment?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You've earned it."
Ashley's heart thundered in her chest.
She was already kneeling.
Already wet.
Already afraid.
Andrew stood over her, rolling up his sleeves calmly.
"You missed an assignment. A direct order."
She nodded.
"So I'll punish you in two parts. First: discipline. Then: shame."
Her breath caught.
He gestured to the couch.
"Bend over. Hands on the cushions. Legs wide."
She obeyed instantly, trembling as her chest dropped onto the seat. Her ass arched up instinctively -- trained by years of sketching her own fantasies, her own filth.
He walked into the kitchen.
She stayed frozen.
When he returned, he held a wooden spoon.
She whimpered.
"Count. Loud."
The first slap cracked across her right cheek -- sharp, loud, shocking.
"One, Sir."
The second followed just as quickly.
"Two, Sir."
By ten, she was shaking.
By fifteen, she was moaning.
By twenty, she was soaked down her thighs.
He stopped.
Ran his hand between her legs.
"You're filthy. You love this."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now comes the fun part."
⸻
6:23 PM -- Downtown Café
Ashley walked three paces behind him.
Still sore.
Still plugged.
Still soaked.
She wore a long coat over a loose white dress, collarbone exposed, no bra underneath.
No underwear.
No dignity.
They entered the café. Quiet. Hipster. Intimate.
Andrew ordered for both of them.
Then turned to her.
"Toy will be having the iced chai. She's feeling... hot."
The barista blinked. Then smiled slowly.
Ashley flushed.
They sat in the corner booth.
He handed her a folded slip of paper.
"When the drinks arrive, you'll read this aloud. To me. Loud enough for the barista to hear."
Her hands shook as she unfolded it.
The paper read:
"I came twice today without permission. I was supposed to beg for punishment and didn't. I'm not just disobedient. I'm desperate to be corrected. Please help me become a better toy."
She looked up at him -- eyes wide, pleading.
He said nothing.
The drinks arrived.
The barista smiled politely. Placed the drinks on the table. Gave Ashley a once-over. She was clearly sweating.
"Anything else?"
Andrew nodded at her.
"Yes. My roommate has something to say."
Ashley nearly choked.
The barista waited.
Ashley's lips trembled. She gripped the note, then began reading aloud.
Her voice shook.
The first sentence came out soft.
"I came twice today without permission..."
The second was worse.
"I was supposed to beg for punishment and didn't..."
She couldn't look up.
The last line was barely a whisper:
"Please help me become a better toy."
Silence.
The barista smirked.
"Whatever helps her sleep at night, man."
He walked away.
Ashley buried her face in her hands, shaking, legs clamped together under the table.
Andrew sipped his coffee.
"Next time, you'll say it to a stranger on the street."
She nodded.
Whispered:
"Yes, Sir."
⸻
9:04 PM -- Apartment
She wrote her report naked, standing in the corner, arms behind her back.
⸻
Nightly Report -- Day 3
Sir,
I failed you. I disobeyed. And you punished me.
You made me scream into the couch. Made me beg through tears. My ass still stings. I've never been so wet.
The café... Sir, I wanted to die. I couldn't believe you made me say it. But I've never felt more like yours. I want more. I want worse. I want to be your example of perfect, obedient shame.
Please make me lower tomorrow. Make me less. I need to deserve your ownership.
I'm plugged. Corner. Waiting.
- Toy
⸻
His reply came ten minutes later:
"You're not broken yet. But you will be."
She smiled.
And leaked down her thighs.
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[
"dominant",
"submissive",
"obedience training",
"punishment",
"spanking",
"public humiliation",
"confession kink",
"plug",
"voice control",
"submission"
] |
The Naughty Niece Ch. 01
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-naughty-niece-ch-01
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Taboo/Incest
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"Hey, Don!" said Emily happily from the other end of the line.
"Yo girl! What's going on?" I grinned.
Emily was my favorite step-niece.
She was twenty years old attractive brunette, smart and funny, and with a great body. She was a second-year college student.
"Listen! My friend Corry and I are leaving campus for the holidays. I was wondering if you had anything planned. Like a cabin in the woods, for instance, that we could join you..." Emily held her breath.
"It's your lucky day," I informed her, laughing, and I could hear her scream with excitement. It seemed she was relating my reply to her friend.
"What have you planned? Where? Can Corry come too?" Emily bombarded me with her questions.
"Calm down, sweetheart," I giggled. "I'll start with your last question. Corry can join as well. Happy?"
Another scream on the other side of the line. I laughed.
"Now, regarding the two other questions, I am planning a five-day visit to my cabin up north near Lake Oahe, and do some sailing with my yacht. How does that sound?" I asked.
"Wow! Uncle! This sounds super!" cried Emily enthusiastically.
"That's settled then," I chuckled. "I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow, and we'll drive north. Mind you, it'll be a long drive, so get yourselves prepared."
"Sure thing Unc!" said Emily, and we hung up.
I felt the excitement building inside me. I loved my time with Emily.
When Emily was younger, I took her on day trips and she loved the time spent outdoors with mother-nature.
As she matured to become a young woman, I became physically attracted to her. I never implied anything, nor did I initiate any physical contact. I loved her as an uncle loves his niece and kept my thoughts and desires to myself.
We were always close, but in recent years, I could feel the physical attraction was becoming mutual.
During our time together, we shared hugs, and she always used to kiss me lightly on my cheeks. Then, about 2 years ago, the soft kisses became bolder. She would plant her kisses directly on my lips. At first, I was a bit surprised but enjoyed the extra attention. I had thought it may have been by accident, being as open and friendly as she was. But it happened again, ever since on multiple occasions.
Now to come to think of it, these occasions were always when she and I were alone...
Recently, when she kissed my lips (not a French kiss), she also hugged me more intimately. You know... She would practically grind her body against mine. Again, I was taken by surprise by her boldness, but I also noticed that my body started to respond quite differently. Each time that happened, I would get an erection...
I felt awkward and a bit ashamed, and my thoughts were in turmoil.
Shouldn't I be seeing women my age? What would my brother think of me if he ever found out? Why did I need to get myself into trouble over a young woman's infatuation?
My devil's advocate side argued that I, of course, could still date women. I was not obligated to commit myself to Emily. While I was still her senior, I was only thirty-five years old, so the age gap was not unreasonable. And let's be honest, I was good-looking with a muscular body. Women always tried to hit on me.
Eventually, I decided to play along with whatever Emily wanted. I respected Emily and loved her. I never dreamed of hurting her in any way. If she wanted more intimacy with me, I'd give it to her, always respecting her wishes.
As for Emily's friend, Corry, well, I didn't know who she was. I have never met her before. So this was a mystery.
I didn't know what this vacation had in store for me or them. I told myself to take it easy and that things would turn out for the best.
----
The day of the trip came. I dressed casually wearing short jeans pants that reached my knees and an off-white sports undershirt that accentuated my chest and strong arms. I drove to my niece's house and parked in front of her front door. I got out of my jeep and stood by, leaning on my Jeep and waiting for my niece to come out.
After around 5 minutes, the front door opened, and out came Emily pulling a blue trolley suitcase, followed by her friend, Corry, pulling a red one.
Emily was wearing cheeky tight shorts and a short blue top that displayed her flat stomach. She looked sexy and as gorgeous as ever.
Corry was very attractive. She was similar in height to Emily, about 5' 5". She was a blonde with an athletic body. Corry was wearing sexy jeans shorts that displayed her perfect ass and a white bikini top that gave a good indication she had beautiful tits. She grinned as she approached my car.
Emily ran to me and almost knocked me over as she jumped on top of me and gave me a bear hug. I hugged her back and we exchanged a kiss on the lips. Corry came by and also offered a warm hug.
"Hi," Corry smiled. "I'm Corry."
"Hey!" I smiled back. "I'm Don, Emily's uncle. Nice to meet you."
"I've heard so much about you," Corry said, and I noticed her wink towards Emily.
"I hope only good," I laughed.
Not knowing what this was about, I went to place the two suitcases at the back of the Jeep, and then we took off.
The ride was mostly uneventful.
We talked and laughed. The girls shared stories from college. I learned that Corry had met Emily during an outing that took place on campus. They were certainly very close friends, by the way they spoke of their mutual experiences. I could sense that they both shared intimate things, and I was happy for Emily--she found such a good friend.
The drive took 4 hours or so. I made several stops along the way so that we could refresh and rest. During those short stops, Emily tried to become intimate with me every time Corry left us, either for the bathroom or to order food.
Emily would come by, hug me tight, and lay her head on my chest. She caressed my strong arms and always planted a wet kiss on my lips the minute she broke our hug. My body always responded to her touch with an erection. The problem I was having was that it was also quite visible on my shorts, and I wasn't able to hide it.
I don't know whether Emily noticed my hard-on, but during one of those intimate moments with me, as she leaned forward to kiss my lips, I also felt her right hand stroke my erection just lightly. Again, I assumed it was by accident and tried to put it at the back of my mind.
But it seemed that Emily was indeed testing me.
On the next stop we had, she came up to me and gave me another bear hug. As she reached out to me for a kiss, she bluntly placed the palm of her hand on my crotch when it was fully erect!
I gave a small moan, and Emily made contact with my lips and inserted her tongue into my mouth. I was not expecting this. My body acted on its own, and I returned the kiss by inserting my tongue into Emily's mouth.
We French kissed deeply while Emily's palm was still touching the shorts where my hard-on was.
"Ahem..." I heard Corry clear her throat. I meant to break our kiss, but Emily took another moment to release my lips. As she pulled her head back, she gently let my lips disconnect from hers.
It was such a sexy moment that I completely forgot Corry and my hard-on bulged in my pants.
I could sense Corry eyeing my hard-on, and I noticed her nipples harden underneath her bikini top.
I was embarrassed and blushed. I didn't know what Emily had told Corry about me, but it seemed as if Emily was not embarrassed at all by getting caught by her friend. That indicated to me that Emily had probably shared some intimate things with her about me. I wondered what these were...
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Finally, towards the afternoon, we reached the cabin near the lake.
It was a beautiful, picturesque location.
The two-story cabin had a clear view of the lake. It had a green tile roof, and its walls were made from large logs with large glass windows on both floors.
It had a nice paved clearing at its front and a green backyard surrounding its sides.
I had three dark gray lounge chairs placed near the shoreline. My yacht was docked near a wharf that was located in front of the cabin, not far away.
The cabin itself was not big.
On the first floor, it had a small living room, a small kitchen, and a guest bathroom. The second floor had only one bedroom with a king-size bed, and an adjoining bathroom and shower. The second floor also faced the lake, and it had an exit to a balcony that overlooked the front clearing.
When we arrived, the girls screamed with delight at seeing the place and immediately ran into the cabin to examine its interior.
"Uncle!" shouted Emily. "What a gorgeous place! When did you get it?"
I shouted back, "About a year ago!"
I took out the suitcases and pulled them into the cabin.
"It is so romantic!" Exclaimed Corry, as she stood in the middle of the living room and scanned it with her eyes.
"Thank you, darlings," I smiled happily. "Glad you like it."
"What a big bed you've got up here!" shouted Emily.
I climbed the stairs with Corry right behind me, and we joined Emily in the bedroom.
"Yes. It's a big bed," I confirmed seriously.
"Where are we going to sleep?" asked Corry.
"Well, I will be sleeping up here. You two can take the sofas in the living room below", I answered.
"No way, Jose!" cried the two girls. "We're going to sleep in this bed as well."
I looked at them innocently and said, "No funny stuff, right?"
Again, I saw Emily wink at Corry, and they both giggled. I decided to go downstairs and turned around quickly, as I was getting aroused again, just from thinking about what would happen in that bed.
"Don!" called Emily behind me. "Can you please bring our suitcases up to the bedroom?"
"Sure hon," I replied.
After I lifted all of our luggage to the bedroom, I went outside to clean the lounge chairs and tidy up the outside. A couple of months had passed since I visited this place last, and it needed some serious cleaning.
As I was collecting all the leaves, I noticed from the corner of my eye that Emily and Corry were watching me from the second floor. They were talking intently, but I could not hear what they were saying.
I turned towards the cabin, feigning I was concentrating on the leaves, and worked the sweeping slowly. I noticed they undressed. I could see Corry's beautiful breasts as she was showing Emily a new bikini top she had brought along.
Emily was also topless...
I had never seen her that way. I'd always imagined what she would look like underneath her clothes. But there she was... She had firm round tits.
I could feel my erection stirring inside my jeans again. God... This is going to be one long Chinese torture, I thought grimly. Unless... And I began daydreaming.
I shook out of my reverie as the girls came running from the cabin, giggling. They both were wearing small thongs and bikini tops. Emily's color was pink, and Corry's was purple.
Their perky tits jumped as they ran towards the lake. As they passed me I watched their tight asses... And I thought to myself... Yep! This is going to be extremely tough!
The girls jumped into the lake and began splashing water at each other. I heard their giggles and laughs. I was happy they enjoyed themselves.
I finished tidying the place and decided to join them. It was hot and I was sweating, so the cool lake's water seemed very inviting.
I am a semi-professional swimmer, so the only bathing suits I had were Speedo swim briefs. One of the benefits of having a cabin near a lake is that you can go swimming. I loved this location, and I usually enjoyed doing early morning swims before breakfast.
I went inside the cabin and changed into my swim briefs. As I was about to leave the cabin, I got a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. A handsome stud was looking back at me, and his manhood was undoubtedly distinguishable in those tiny swim briefs. I just hoped I wouldn't get a hard-on (yeah right...) cause the fabric would not be able to cover it.
I left the Cabin and trod towards the girls.
As I got nearer, the girls turned their heads my way. They stopped laughing and gaped at me. I could see they were eyeballing me, and I could almost read their minds. Both girls were drooling...
"Having fun?" I inquired innocently.
"Ummm..." Emily tried to regain her composure. "I guess... I mean... We are!"
Corry was still speechless and nodded in agreement.
I entered the water, and to bring them back to Earth, I splashed water in their faces.
"HEY!" cried Emily, and she tried to grab my arm. I side-stepped her and she fell into the water. I laughed heartily.
Corry regained her composure and splashed water at me while giggling hysterically.
Emily dived, grabbed my feet, and pulled them up. I fell with a big splash into the water. The girls screamed with glee at their triumph.
As I tried to stand, Emily wrapped her legs around my waist and held my neck with both hands.
"Hey..." whispered Emily, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Hey..." I responded meekly.
Emily brought her lips to mine. As our lips made contact, we were passionately kissing.
"Mmmm..." Emily moaned and whispered. "This will be a memorable vacation, I promise."
Corry stood nearby watching us, and I suddenly felt embarrassed again. My initial thoughts resurfaced.
Why did Emily have to put her emotions for me on display for Corry to see? It had always been intimate and private. I just couldn't understand Emily's change of behavior, and I felt exposed.
I wanted to say something to Corry, but I just couldn't. I didn't know what Corry was thinking. It seemed like the girls already had some kind of understanding about me, and it bothered me.
As if reading my mind, Corry approached Emily and planted a soft kiss on her neck. She then moved closer to me and placed a hand tenderly on my shoulder.
I watched her closely but could not decipher her move. She grabbed Emily's neck and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
"That's nice..." murmured Emily, and Corry responded with another kiss on her lips.
Corry removed her hand from my shoulder and grabbed the back of Emily's head as Emily returned the favor, and the two girls shared an intense, passionate kiss.
Their kiss was so hot that my initial fear materialized. I felt my erection growing in my small swim briefs.
The girls moaned. Emily released her bear hug of me with her legs and broke their kiss, panting.
"Oh, Corry... That was... Wonderful..." Emily murmured.
Corry smiled at that and reached with her hand under the water to touch my hard-on. She turned her head to me and gave me a mischievous grin.
"Let's go work on our tans," Corry happily suggested.
"Yeah," laughed Emily. "Those empty lounge chairs seem very appealing now."
The girls walked slowly out of the water, their colorful thongs displaying their beautiful round sexy asses. I watched them reach the chairs and lie down in the sun.
I decided to head for a short swim in the lake to recover from the intense scene I just experienced. My mind was trying to unravel what was going on between Corry and Emily. How did I fit in? What were they planning?
I swam for half an hour.
When I came out of the lake, I saw the girls lying face down and dozing with their bikini tops untied at their backs, probably to eliminate bikini lines.
I went into the cabin, brought them two glasses of cold water, and placed them on a nearby table.
"Girls," I said. "You had better drink something. I don't want you to dehydrate."
"Thanks, Don," murmured Corry.
"Have you applied any sunscreen?" I inquired.
"We completely forgot," answered Corry apologetically.
"Would you like me to help you with that?" I asked innocently.
"YES!" they both cried out, and I noticed they were immediately excited.
I went into the cabin and brought the sunscreen lotion.
"Emily, I'll start with Corry, as she's our guest," I said and tried to remain serious.
Emily frowned but nodded, and eventually smiled.
"Corry, my uncle has magical hands," Emily feigned a whisper.
Corry laughed, and I smiled.
The lounge chairs were low, and bending down to work on Corry's back was impossible. So I had to kneel.
I applied a handful of lotion on both my palms and began massaging Corry's back. I applied even pressure as my hands worked slowly on the right side. Corry gave a small moan.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"Hmmm..." Corry murmured. "It feels great..."
I kept working on her right side, starting from the small of her back and up to her right shoulder. I moved to stand on the other side of the chair and started working the left side in the same way. I could see Corry was relaxed, and she kept releasing quiet moans.
I was still in my swim briefs when I began massaging Corry. I had completely forgotten to change, and what a mistake that was... Corry's massage was turning me on again, and there was just no way my erection could escape unnoticed.
Ever since the morning, when we began our trip to the cabin, I'd experienced so many hard-ons that I had just lost count. In all situations (well... except for two of course), I managed to side-step an obvious pitfall.
You need to understand that I wasn't looking to become intimate with Emily. While I was very attracted to her, in the logical part of my brain, she was still my younger niece who needed protecting. The other side of my brain craved for her, though.
You might think I am a complete dork... And maybe I am. I was trying to be honest with myself and my feelings.
Earlier, I had decided to go along with whatever Emily had in mind. But I just couldn't bring myself to initiate anything intimate with her. And I wasn't being naive. I knew perfectly well what she wanted, as you've seen so far. I already tripped the wire a couple of times and couldn't hold back my desire for her.
The massage was a straight pathway to hell, and my subconscious was fully responsible for that. I had placed myself in a situation where the outcome was as clear as crystal.
The inner conflict was reaching its decisive moment, with my rational side poised for a miserable defeat.
Back to Corry...
Well, Corry was another matter, of course. She was one hot-looking blonde, and naturally, I was also attracted to her. I mean, I'm a man for crying out loud! Men get horny for every hot chick they see. I was no different. There was no reason for me to hold back my desire for her fabulous body. I mean, it was, certainly mutual. The only missing piece was Emily and how she would take that. I was afraid to make a mistake, which could derail the entire vacation. So that's what held me back. I decided to let Corry initiate anything. I had a feeling that whatever she would do had already been agreed upon with Emily.
As I changed sides, my cock strained against the thin fabric of my swim briefs. Emily, still lying on her stomach, was watching me closely, of course, working on Corry. I could sense her eyes on my bulge.
Corry turned her head towards me as I kneeled on her left side. I saw she also had witnessed my hard-on.
It felt like I was being eyed by two sexy predators just waiting for me to trip before they stroke me down. By now, I'd given up completely, the will to fight this.
Whatever will be will be. I thought.
I started working on Corry's left side. Slowly, I worked my way over her left side, and Corry gave approving moans.
"I'm going to work on your neck now," I said and moved to kneel in front of her head to allow me to reach both sides of her neck with ease.
Emily kept watching my erection. She had this dreamy look on her face, and I had a sense of what she was thinking.
I started working Corry's neck and eyed her delicious ass, still wearing her purple thong.
My erection was at its maximum and my swim briefs were unable to contain it any longer so my cock's head peeped from the side of the swim briefs.
Corry moved her head so that she was looking straight ahead and was now inches from my cock. She was looking intently at it. As I kneeled over her head and placed the palms of my hands on both sides of her lower back, I felt her lips kissing it.
I made myself unaware, trying to remain calm, although my heartbeat increased.
I moved my hands towards her neck while pressing my palms on the outer sides of her exposed breasts.
"Mmmm," Corry moaned again.
I repeated this, again, kneeling over her head, but this time, I could feel her fingers trace the upper edge of my swim briefs, and then, without warning, she pulled them down.
My cock became fully exposed and stood with all its glory. Since I was kneeling over her, the head was right in front of her mouth.
I didn't have time to react and before I knew it Corry's lips engulfed the head of my penis.
"Ahhh..." I closed my eyes and moaned loudly. I couldn't restrain myself any longer.
Corry grabbed the base of my cock and began licking it feverishly.
"My god..." I murmured.
Not knowing how Emily was taking this, I turned my head slowly in her direction. Emily was fingering herself underneath her thong.
Corry licked my cock and sucked on its head while still holding its base with her hand and working my shaft with the other.
I bent over her head, while my cock was deep in her mouth and I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed. I wanted that ass so bad...
"Mmmm..." Corry groaned.
Meanwhile, Emily was unable to restrain herself. She left her lounge chair and knelt near me.
"I want a piece of my uncle, too," whispered Emily into Corry's ear.
Corry pulled her mouth from my cock and directed it to Emily's mouth.
"Mmmm... What a big cock you have, babe," Emily said with a lustful look on her face.
Emily raised her eyes and locked them on mine.
"I have wanted to do this for so long," she whispered and she opened her mouth seductively and wrapped her lips on my cock's head.
Emily looked at me intently as she began to work her mouth on my hard-on.
"Oh, Emily..." I breathed deeply and closed my eyes. Her hot lips felt wonderful, and her fingers gently stroked my shaft.
Corry bent her head and started licking my balls while Emily continued doing wonders. The sensation was just unbelievable.
Having been tortured for most of the day, I was not in a position to hold off my orgasm.
"Girls..." I groaned. "I'm going to cum..."
My breathing became shallower, and I felt my climax approaching.
"We both want to taste your cum," said Corry excitedly.
Emily was unable to speak with my cock deep in her throat. But she nodded.
I was unable to hold myself any longer and my cum flooded my niece's mouth and oozed out of it down my shaft to my balls. Corry licked it as Emily gulped the cum in her mouth.
When they had finished, they exchanged an erotic kiss and moaned with satisfaction.
"I love your cum, baby," smiled Emily. "It tastes better than I had hoped."
"I concur. You taste great," Corry laughed.
I couldn't believe my ears. I looked at their faces, and they were genuinely happy.
Well, now with the dam broken, all I could do was go with the flow.
I said, "You were both wonderful. However, I haven't finished your massage, Corry."
Corry giggled while Emily let out a soft chuckle.
"Well, I'm certainly waiting for you to give attention to the lower part of my body," Corry gave me a knowing look. "But you'll have to do that without me wearing my thong."
I smiled broadly. As I was already completely exposed, the girls felt obliged to return the favor.
Corry pulled her thong down and threw it nearby. She was still lying on her stomach and her ass was now fully exposed.
I moved to her feet and applied a handful of sunscreen lotion on her legs and ass.
I started rubbing her feet. Then I grabbed her left leg with my palms and slowly began moving my hands upward towards her ass. As my fingers reached her inner thigh, Corry instinctively spread her legs a little. She was giving me a visual of her shaved pussy.
Given this change in view, I was getting turned on again.
I inched my fingers located on her inner thigh and gently touched her pussy lips.
Corry gave a low moan.
I continued massaging her inner left thigh and teased her with my fingers grazing her pussy. I could feel she was getting wet with excitement.
I moved to her right leg and repeated the same motions. Reaching her inner thigh earned me a wider leg spread and her beautiful pussy was fully visible. By now, Corry was panting with excitement, and it seemed as if she had reached multiple small orgasms.
Emily was also becoming very excited. She had remained sitting on the floor near Corry's head and was fingering herself underneath her thong and moaning quietly.
By now I was eagerly waiting to start working that beautiful ass. So I poured some more sunscreen on it and made sure it also flowed down her crack.
I slowly massaged it while squeezing her ass. My hands worked each cheek and I made sure my palms were grazing her anus.
"God..." Corry groaned. "Your hands... It feels so good."
My cock was fully erect by now, but I was building the sensation. I wanted her to beg for it.
Up and down I continued moving my palms between her ass cheeks and let my fingers brush her backdoor. Corry was panting now and was pushing her ass towards my hands.
"Ooh... Don," Corry murmured. "You're teasing me... Oh god!"
I continued to massage her anus more deliberately now letting my fingers penetrate it a little and I moved my other hand to her pussy and inserted two of my fingers.
Corry gasped and cried, "Oh my... Oh my... I'm cumming!"
Her body was shaking as she reached a violent orgasm that had her juices gushing down my hand.
Corry was panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Emily decided to remove her bottom thong. I watched her undress, and her beautiful body was revealed to me.
She positioned herself on top of Corry's lounge chair, where Corry's head was, and spread her legs. Emily had trimmed her pubic hair to a sexy V shape just above her pussy. Seeing Emily's pussy, spread wide open like that was driving me mad with desire.
I wanted both girls right then!
Corry regained her senses and seeing Emily's wet pussy in front of her mouth, she started licking it and sucking on her clit. I resumed fingering Corry earnestly as I felt she was on the verge of another orgasm.
"Oh god... OH GOD! Fuck me, please..." Corry cried. "I want your cock in me!"
I wasted no more time and positioned myself behind her. I started pushing my cock into her pussy slowly.
"Ahhh... Yes... Yes!" Corry panted and she resumed eating Emily's pussy vigorously, as I started fucking her hard.
"Mmm... Baby..." Emily moaned loudly. "Eat that pussy! It feels so good!"
I pounded Corry's pussy for several minutes until Emily bucked her hips into Corry's mouth as she climaxed.
By now, we were all moaning loudly and in a complete sex frenzy. My desire for those two vixens was at its peak, and all of us were in complete ecstasy.
I wanted Emily.
I pulled out of Corry and motioned the girls to switch places. As they changed positions, Emily bent over to my cock and put it in her mouth.
She licked its head, looked into my eyes, and said, "Babe, I've dreamed about this very moment for ages. Please fuck me like I'm your little slut!"
Hearing that from her, expressing her desire in such a vulgar way took me completely by surprise. She always seemed to me such a delicate sweet person. I was getting exposed to her naughty side.
I nodded.
Emily positioned herself on all fours on the lounge chair with her sexy round ass and pussy looking at me. As much as I had fantasized about this very moment, I hesitated. I knew there was no turning back.
Emily wanted me. I had decided to play along with whatever she wished. But it also had severe consequences on me. I didn't know whether Emily was still a virgin. Seeing this side of her I reasoned she probably wasn't, or that she was saving herself for me. Having known for so long her desire for me, I felt it was probably the latter. There was no way of knowing of course. But this was surely not the point.
To fuck Emily, or not to fuck her. That was the real question.
My rock-hard cock was throbbing and by instinct, I began stroking it as this battle was going through my head.
Emily was my step-niece. So it wasn't a real family bond. So from that perspective, I was OK. I loved her and she loved me and I would never do anything to hurt her.
Emily was certainly curious about sex. Suddenly, I had an "Aha moment". I realized that they were both bi-sexual. That explained why the physical intimacy I had witnessed throughout the day was so intense. It also explained why they were both desiring me.
I also felt that saying no to Emily, given the circumstances, would probably backfire on me.
Once again, I felt I had no choice in the matter and it was pretty late in the game to call it quits. I decided I would do my best to please Emily and try to fulfill her desires as she wished. I also knew I would fulfill my own.
Emily wanted to be my slut. Then she'll get her wish.
I moved closer to Emily's ass and teased her clit as I slapped it with my cock.
"Oh..." murmured Emily. "That feels nice."
I felt her round ass with my hands and then I gave her a sharp slap.
"Aaah!" cried Emily as the slap stung her ass.
I could see the area on her ass I just slapped becoming red.
I penetrated Emily's pussy with the head of my cock and she gasped.
I slapped her other side and she cried out again, "Aaaah!"
"Are you sure you want to be my little slut, lady?" I inquired seriously while my cock was still teasing her pussy lips. "Because this is what a good slut gets."
Emily turned her head to me, and I could see a small tear in her eye. I missed a heartbeat at that.
Emily murmured, "Yes uncle, I want you to treat me like your slut. Please fuck me like you would fuck your favorite slut."
I could see Corry watching us. She kept silent but she was turned on by Emily's begging. She had her legs spread open with two of her fingers buried deep inside her pussy and she was massaging her tit with her other hand.
I turned back to Emily.
"So be it," I whispered.
I started pushing my cock into her wet pussy. She was so tight and the feeling on my cock was unbelievable. She was also so wet, that my cock entered her easily.
"Oh Don..." Emily whimpered. "I feel so full... Push it deeper... I want to feel you."
Her begging was arousing me and my desire for her only increased.
To feel myself inside her was to fulfill the desire I had kept hidden for years. I couldn't believe this was, actually, real. I wanted her so much...
Slowly I inched my cock into her until it was buried deep inside her. I kept still and let us feel my throbbing love pole in her. Emily began to relax and I began moving my hips slowly.
"Baby," Emily moaned. "It feels so good."
I pulled my cock almost completely out and drove it completely back in. Little by little I increased the speed of my thrusts and Emily began moaning loudly.
When I felt Emily was ready I unleashed my full temp and fucked her hard.
"OOH! My... My... My GOD!" Emily cried. "FUCK ME!"
I bent over and cupped her firm tits while squeezing her nipple between my fingers and I pounded her like there was no tomorrow.
The three of us were moaning as both girls reached an orgasm. Mine was just around the corner and as I felt it coming, I buried my cock deep into Emily's pussy and shot my load.
I held Emily close as my cock was still buried deep inside her depleting its love fluid. She raised her head, looked at me, and whispered, "Don... I love you."
"I love you too, baby," I whispered back.
When my cock was spent I kissed her on her forehead and released her.
It was getting late and evening drew near. We were all tired from the long drive and the long and intense sex we had together.
I suggested we all go shower and then go out to eat something. The girls agreed happily and went to prepare themselves. As soon as they finished their showers they went to dress and I went to get myself ready as well.
Needless to say, we were all walking naked freely in the cabin, now that there was nothing to hide anymore. Watching their sexy bodies exposed like that was a real turn-on.
I took my nieces out to eat some hamburgers at a local bar. On the way back I stopped at a pharmacy and bought a pack of morning-after-pills and gave both girls. As none of us was using any kind of protection, I didn't want any surprises and both Emily and Corry were utterly grateful for this.
When we got back to the cabin, the girls prepared for bed and wore sexy panties with no bras, and I only put on my boxer underwear. We all got into the king-size bed. I took the left side, Emily took the center and Corry took the right side. Emily cuddled me under the sheet, and Corry's arm was on Emily's thigh.
We fell asleep immediately.
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"college",
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Mike's Married Man Fetish Pt. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/mikes-married-man-fetish-pt-04
| 4.6 | null |
Gay Male
|
4th Chapter in Series: Mike's Married Men
Chapter 1:
Mike finds an online site that allows him to find new male sexual partners. What started out as intrigued turned into more as Mike found out he enjoyed dominating men and having them service his big cock.
Through the app he found Chad, a married man, but hiding a sexual submissive side for men. After chatting they planned for Chad to come over to Mike's. Once there Mike received some very good head, he had Chad on all fours begging for his cock.
After some verbal humiliation to Chad about his small cock and how he doesn't please his wife, Mike cums deep inside Chad, making him cum as well from just getting fucked. The two left, but Mike was now more open and intrigued in finding more naughty married men.
Chapter 2:
Mike uses the app once more to find a new married man to fuck, and after coming across two intriguing profiles, he narrows in on an older married man looking to get verbally humiliated.
Neil, the submissive married man, comes over and begins by sucking Mike off while Mike begins to push his verbal humiliation kink. After teasing Neal about his wife getting fucked by someone else, Mike cums deep in Neil's throat.
Once in Mike's bedroom, Neil is on all fours begging Mike to fuck him. Mike does so and continues to verbal humiliate Neil about his wife, making Neil cum while doing so, after cumming deep inside him, Neil leaves and Mike prepares for a fun business trip.
Chapter 3:
While in Vegas for a work conference, Mike tries to keep his mind on work during the event, but after seeing something very interesting on a co-workers husbands phone, Mike sets a goal to find out more.
Mike ends up talking to the man, and after a bit of drinking and small talk Mike finds out the man has already had man thoughts of his wife with another man. This allows Mike to pounce on that and use it as a ploy to get Luke away.
Once the pair is in Mike's hotel room, the conversation turns to Mike being a dominate top who likes to fuck married men. It didn't take long and Luke was sucking his dick and taking him deep in his ass, while Mike teased him about his wife potentially fucking her bosses.
Characters:
Mike himself is a handsome and striking man. He is only 27 years old but presents himself as wiser and a bit older. Mike stands at 6'2 and has a very strong and solid build. String and toned arms, toned chest and stomach as well to go with it. His short black hair and brown eyes teamed with a strong tone and nice smile made it easy for him to talk to people and get their attention. He has a thick cut cock that goes almost eight inches when he is fully hard. That allows him to be more commanding and dominate in the bedroom, which he takes advantage of for sure.
Chad is 5'9 and has a very average body and only a few years older at the age of 31. Not bulky nor fat, but he does have a rather plump ass for a man. His short brown hair and soft brown eyes also complement his submissive nature. Chad desires to please men as over the past few years he has realized his barely 5 inch cock has not been giving his own wife any pleasure.
Neil is another local submissive married man that Mike recently found. Neil is 5'7 and a bit of flab on his body but not exactly fat. His ass is rather flat too and it matches his looks as they are also just average. He has short black hair and brown eyes, the thing that stands out the most is how small his cock stands when hard, as he is under 5 inches at that point.
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The alarm on his phone began to go off for the third time that morning, as Mike finally rolled over and turned off the snooze from his alarm. He forgot to use the alarm for when he works from home, so he was woken up a bit earlier than expected.
He figured hitting the snooze once or twice wouldn't hurt him, as he still needed to be up soon, as he had a visitor still planned for his morning. Mike grabbed his phone now that he was getting up and decided to check the app to make sure nothing had changed with the plans from Chad. It was almost 7:20am and the plan was for Chad to come by at 8 so there was still some time before that.
Mike wasn't surprised to see a message from Chad, and with the little preview he saw before clicking into the message, he knew Chad was horny and ready. About 20 minutes before Chad messaged him telling him he was ready and just waiting for his wife to leave which is usually around 7:35am.
Chad sent him another message only 5 minutes after that telling him his wife left early for work and that he could come over whenever Mike was ready. As Mike read that he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He figured it wouldn't hurt to have Chad come a bit earlier if he could, so as he got ready he messaged him back.
20 minutes later, Mike was cleaned up for the day and walking to his front door as someone had just rang the door bell. He figured it was Chad, but to be safe he kept on his shirt and shorts, but his cock was already starting to get hard with anticipation of the plump ass he was soon to be fucking.
When he opened the door, he was correct as a smiling Chad stood at his doorstep, and after gesturing for him to come in, he did so as Mike closed the door behind him.
"Thank you for having me over again." Chad said as he followed Mike into the living room.
Mike turned to Chad and smiled before sliding down his shorts and sitting on his cock fully naked outside his shirt. "No problem, and you being able to come earlier is a nice plus." Mike told him as he watched Chad get to his knees in front of him.
"Yeah since my wife left to work early, it made it a lot easier." Chad said.
Mike laughed as he replied, "she probably had her own dick to suck before work." Mike watched to see Chad's reaction and was happy when he smiled and quickly took the head of Mike's cock into his mouth.
"Mhmmm fuck yeah you slut, suck that big dick." Mike told him as he watched Chad eagerly start to slid more of his cock into his mouth.
Chad continued to suck Mike's cock, sliding it in and out of his throat, a bit easier this time than last, but still having a bit of difficulties not gagging. After getting a good six and a half inches down his throat, it seemed to start getting a bit harder for Chad.
Mike saw Chad starting to struggle and wanted to tease him so he would keep at it. "Oh come on, a married slut like you can keep going." Mike told him, and saw Chad quickly pull back, a face full of saliva and spit rolling down his chin.
Chad looked up at Mike and said, "sorry I'm still getting used to how big you are." He grabbed a towel Mike handed him and wiped his face off, before taking off his shirt. "Don't want a bunch of drool on it as I keep going." He said with a smile and went back to sucking Mike.
"You can practice all you want, as long as I get that plump ass of yours to cum in after each time." Mike told him as he enjoyed the servicing.
Chad quickly popped the cock out of his mouth to reply, "I'm glad you like my ass, it felt so naughty and hot to have your cum dripping out of me last time." Chad admitted before going back to sucking.
Mike smiled at hearing that, knowing that the once shy Chad was now a cum hungry slut. "Oh yeah, keep going." Mike moaned as he felt Chad get even a bit more into his mouth, only a bit more and he would have Mike fully in his throat.
Seeing Chad struggle a bit, but then seeing his plump ass in his sweatpants wiggle, Mike wanted to help him reach his goal. "We can't let your wife be the only one in your house deep throat a cock this morning." Mike said and grabbed the back of Chad's head and shoved him down till his nose was pushed against his pelvis.
"Take it all slut, suck that dick like a pro." Mike encouraged Chad as he slowed down and started to control himself now that he got the full cock into his throat.
As Chad got comfortable he started to really get into his duties. Sucking up and down Mike's thick cock, people cling up speed as he went, and within a few minutes he was now practically face fucking himself with Mike's cock.
"Ohhhh yes, keep going." Mike moaned as he felt his orgasm rising. With Chad coming over a bit early he had extra time to reload and be able to cum twice with the married slut.
"Fuck, I'm close slut. Show me how badly you want my cum. Suck my dick and show me you're better than your wife." Mike commanded of Chad.
Chad was far from holding back, saliva and spit pouring out of his mouth as he continued to fuck his own throat on Mike's cock. After a few more times of sliding it in and out of his throat, Mike grabbed his head again. Shoving Chad all the way down again, but as he was used to it now it was a lot easier.
"Fuckkkk Yessss!" Mike moaned as his cock exploded into Chad's throat, multiple ropes of cum sliding down Chad's open throat and into his stomach.
Mike let go of Chad's head and the submissive married man pulled back to get some air. Mike watched him as Chad was catching his breath, but a huge naughty smile never left his face.
"That was really good." Mike told him.
"Glad you liked it too. That was really hot." Chad admitted.
Mike smiled as he wondered if Chad knew exactly why he thought it was so hot. "Oh the married man gets turned on by deep throating a big dick." Mike teased.
Chad smiled as he glanced back at Mike's now only semi hard cock after just exploding in his throat. "Yeah that was really hot, but also I really liked how you talked to me." Chad admitted.
Mike knew what Chad was talking about, but wanted to make him say it. "The name calling?" Mike asked.
Chad seemed on the verge of blushing with his big smile on as he said, "that is hot, but also the other stuff you said." Chad again not fully saying it all.
Mike smiled as he looked at the shirtless Chad, still holding on a bit to his desire to hold back. "And what made that so hot?" Mike asked him.
Chad just smiled, looked down at Mike's cock again, and finally back up to answer. "Just hearing you tell me to suck better cock than my wife was really hot to hear." Chad admitted.
Mike smiled and knew Chad was now going to be even more fun with that plump ass of his and growing naughty mind. He knew he needed a few minutes to recover before taking that ass so he figured teasing Chad was a good use of that time. Plus as it was barely past 8am, the pair still had some time.
"You seemed to try hard to show you were better." Mike said with a laugh.
Chad smiled and asked, "do you think I'm better?"
Mike laughed, "well your wife has never sucked my cock so i wouldn't know, but you did just take 8 inches of thick meat down your throat like a pro, so I assume the 6 inch cock her boss is shoving down her throat probably doesn't match up with what you can do." Mike said and say both a smile and eyes of intense interest from Chad.
"Thank you sir." Chad said with a smile and than asked, "do you think she is sucking her bosses dick?"
Mike once again laughed as he could tell Chad was really thinking about all this now, but totally oblivious to the fact that Mike was only saying words not actually knowing any of it to be true. Plus at this point Mike still had no idea who Chad's wife was, what she looked like, or even where she worked.
"You did say she left early too." Mike began to tease. "Like I said maybe she had a dick appointment too. And just like you she probably wants a big dicked man to fuck her right."
Chad's expression told Mike just how far he had come in his sexual journey so far. He was shocked or hurt by the idea, rather it looked like he was trying to hold back a huge grin as he was only halfway smiling now. He also kept glancing back and forth from Mike's face to his cock, and seemed to also be happy that is was also starting to grow again.
"I did really enjoy your big dick fucking me last time." Chad admitted.
"Oh I remember you cumming on my sheets." Mike teased, which made Chad blush a little.
"Sorry about that." Chad said softly.
Mike laughed, "don't be, you came from getting fucked, I bet your wife did the same thing to her bosses bed." He continued to tease. Seeing Chad's eyes grow at that comment and Mike could now see that chad's smaller dick was now fully hard as it was tenting out of his sweatpants.
Chad didn't speak so Mike decided to keep at it, "you want that don't you?" Mike asked feeling pretty much ready for round two and now wanting to get his hands on that plump ass before diving his dick deep inside it.
"Yes sir." Chad admitted, making Mike smile as he knew he was about to pound that plump ass again.
"Then beg for it." Mike teased, wanting to hear him ask Mike to fuck him deep and hard.
"Please fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep. Fuck me with that huge cock. Fuck me better than my wife's boss is fucking her!" Chad pleaded.
Mike smiled but also was a bit shocked. He really didn't expect that last line, even with all the teasing. It seemed he was more into those thoughts than even Mike realized.
"That was good, now take off those pants and let me see you away that ass into my bedroom, and apply some lube so I can get deep into that ass. You remembered to clean yourself out right?" Mike asked realizing he should have confirmed that earlier but was distracted.
"Yes sir, cleaned out this morning before coming over." Chad told him and quickly slipped off his sweatpants and his naked plump ass walked to the bedroom. Mike smiled and got up, removing his own shirt, and walked to the bedroom.
Once inside, ache was already pinning his ass up, and shocked Mike when he started to finger his own ass.
"Oh I get a show." Mike teased.
"Ohhhhh." Chad moaned a bit at the sensation. "I just wanted to start getting ready for you."
Mike watched on as Chad still slowly fucked his lubed up asshole with one finger. A few moments later, after another squirt of lube onto his ass, he added a second finger.
"Fuck that looks so hot." Mike said watching Chad finger his own ass.
"Thank you sir." Chad moaned out.
"You ready to take this cock again?" Mike asked as he was again fully he'd after watching Chad prep himself for his cock.
"Oh yes please." Chad moaned as he still continued to finger his own ass. "Please fuck me." He begged.
Mike smiled as he walked closer to Chad and was now directly behind him as he grabbed the bottle of lube for his own cock.
"You going to show me that you take a better pounding than your wife too?" Mike asked him as he tapped Chad's hand signaling to him that he was ready.
Chad turned his head to look at Mike with lust and passion in his eyes as he said, "fuck yes. Please pound me with that huge cock. Use me and let me prove I'm a better slut than my wife." Chad begged as he removed his fingers from his ass.
His fingers barely got out of the way before Mike's own cock was pushing past the rim of Chad's asshole and diving straight in.
Mike slid his cock in inch by inch. Slowly thrusting in and out as he went, applying a bit of lube as he went as well. Chad spent most of the time moaning and begging for more as Mike continued to thrust deeper and deeper.
It took only a bit more and Mike bottomed out inside Chad and Chad verbally exploded with a loud moan of pleasure. "I'm all the way in slut." Mike told him.
"Fucccckkkk." Chad moaned. "So thick. Damn I feel so filled." He moaned out.
"Yes slut. Feel my thick cock stretching this tight little ass." Mike said and gave a hard spank to Chad's right ass cheek. Loving how plump it looked as Mike still thrusted in and out of Chad's ass.
"I fucking love it." Chad moaned as he felt Mike's cock thrust in and out of him.
"Definitely something your wife has never said with your small cock inside her." Mike teased Chad.
"Uggggg." Chad moaned. "Yes sir, you are right I have never heard her say that." He told Mike.
As Mike continued to pound into Mike's ass, slapping his plump cheek's from time to time as well, he continued her verbal taunts.
"Don't worry, she is probably getting it taken care of by a real man." Mike said.
After Chad let out another loud moan he responded. "Fuck, I don't know, maybe. Oh fuck!!!!" Chad moaned as Mike bottomed out deep again ask we was speaking.
"Oh you may not know, but you do know what you want and are thinking huh." Mike continued to push.
"Fuck yea, yes sir. I have imagined her getting fucked by her boss." Chad admitted.
Mike smiled as he pounded away into Chad's ass, all while he was finally admitting a true desire of his.
"Did you imagine him fucking you too?" Mike asked.
"No sir, I assume he is only a bit bigger than me. After your cock I can only imagine enjoying big ones like you." Chad admitted and moaned again afterwards as Mike again bottomed out hard.
"If the boss is only a bit bigger than you, you must suck in bed if she is passing you off for only a slight improvement." Mike told him.
"Fuuuuuuckkkkkk!" Chad moaned as the fucking continued on. "I probably do sir. I didn't know sex could be like this until you started fucking me sir." Chad again admitted.
Mike smiled as he knew not only was Chad opening up more, but he was also hooked on his big cock. "That's what happens when you have two sexual partners who desire a specific thing the other can provide." Mike told him.
"Fuck, I love it all." Chad moaned.
"Oh I can tell with how tight your ass grips my cock you slut." Mike told him.
"Fuck sir, I think I'm going to cum." Chad moaned, trying to warn Mike he may make another mess.
"Cum from this fucking or from the thought of your wife getting fucked?" Mike teased Chad as he slapped his ass again.
"Ohhhhh booothhh." Chad barely got out.
"Thinking about that hard working wife of yours bent over taking a cock too?" Mike continued to tease as he pounded, starting to feel his own orgasm close to happening again.
"Yessssss." Chad moaned.
Mike grabbed at Chad's hips tighter and began to thrust as deep as he could each time. "By her boss?" Mike asked.
The sounds of the hard fucking echoed in the room between their words.
"Nooooo." Chad moaned seemingly getting extremely close to cumming.
"Than who slut." Mike asked as he again bottomed out.
Chad loudly moaned in pleasure and then responded, "Yoooouuuuuu." After that word his upper body collapsed and with how tight his ass got for a moment, Mike realized he had cum.
Hearing that extreme begging and hot act of making him cum from only fucking his ass and mind, Mike felt his own cock begin to twitch. Chad's body spring back up as he felt Mike cumming deep inside him. His hands gripping right into Chad's hips as he exploded.
"Fuuuucccckkkk," Mike groaned as he came deep inside Chad.
"Yesssssss." Chad also moaned as the feeling of Mike cumming inside him made him feel amazing.
Mike slipped his cock out of Chad's ass, smiling as he saw a bit of his cum starting to leak out. He grabbed a few towels for them both and they quickly cleaned themselves up, and Chad bending over again teasingly as he cleaned up the cum he left on the bed.
Mike spanked his ass a few more times and smiled as a few of them made some more cum slip out of Chad's ass. As they went back to the living room to grab their stuff Chad asked Mike if he stepped over the line saying he wanted him to fuck his wife.
Mike laughed and said, "no man. It obviously is something you enjoy talking about and it that works for you, it works for me."
Chad smiled and Mike felt like he reassured him that he could be open and not hold back on his new desires. Really hoping that would lead to Chad wanting more as Mike really enjoyed his plump ass and mostly how well he could take a really hard fucking.
"Thanks, I go back and forth on whether it's a fantasy or actual desire I want to happen." Chad told him as they got dressed.
"Well do you actually think she could be fucking her boss?" Mike asked him.
"I would think not. He is in his late fifties and looks pretty worn down. I assume if she is getting some she could do way better." Chad said.
Mike laughed and figured with that description and the fact that Chad himself wasn't horribly bad, just very average, his wife could probably do better.
"Well do you think she is cheating with someone else?" Mike asked.
"Maybe. Like she used to have a high sex drive and now it's all gone." Chad said.
"Well did something change? Maybe she started a new job? Someone new she mentions in passing lately?" Mike asked sort of intrigued now.
"No I thought about all that too and haven't come across anything." Chad admitted.
Mike figured he may not know if she was cheating but he would know if he wanted her too. "Do you want her to be fucking other cocks?" Mike bluntly asked. He saw Chad blush for a moment and respond.
"It would make me feel a bit better about this." He said.
"Oh you feel bad that you are coming over here and getting fucked like a true slut, and she is turned off from it because of your small cock?" Mike teased him as they were now both dressed.
Chad blushed again, "sort of. That's why it is so hot to imagine you fucking her instead of her boss. I know your dick fucks amazingly and if you made me cum from just fucking me, I can't even imagine what you would do to her." Chad admitted with a small nervous laugh.
Mike smiled and felt a bit of pride again knowing he fully had this man as his submissive pet. He fucked him so well just twice that now he was thinking no one else would be a better fuck.
"Well that is a big step, but also I will be upfront and tell you I will do no work on that part. If you tell her about it all and she wants to partake, I'm down. But I'm fine keeping it hidden, just don't want the drama." Mike told him.
Chad smiled as he replied. "Works for me. I don't know how I will bring it up, but as I feel your cum slipping out of my ass I really want to find a way." Chad said happily.
"You naughty slut." Mike said as he was still fine fucking Chad alone as he didn't expect anything to come of it. The two began to walk to the door as they said their goodbyes. They discussed setting up a plan later but for now agreed that at least next Thursday morning again was a good time as well.
Chad left and Mike hoped in the shower a bit as his lower half felt sticky from all the lube and juices. After a quick shower he was back to work, but his mind was definitely distracted. Thinking about how hot it has been to fuck all these men, all while teasing them about their wives. Without even fucking the wives, he had all the men already begging for more.
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Memphis Blues
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https://www.literotica.com/s/memphis-blues
| 4.13 | null |
Loving Wives
|
"It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you." David Levithan
Nothing new here, just a story that's been rolling around in my head. As always, this is pure fiction and any fictitious sex, is with consenting fictitious adults.
Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons sat silently in room 419 of the downtown Hilton in Memphis, Tennessee watching the two naked lovers peacefully sleeping, their limbs intertwined together. It was 3:30 in the morning on a Sunday. Nobody in the hotel was moving. It was completely silent. That was about to change.
Simmons had let himself in with a passkey given to him by the hotel manager. Mike was well liked by the hotel staff. He was a down to earth cop, ready to help folks when possible but never tolerating bull shit from anyone. He'd helped a couple of the hotel staff deal with minor scrapes with the law, so they were more than happy to return this small favor granting him access to a guest's room.
Truth be told, everyone liked Mike. Even the bad guys held him in respect. If Mike told you something you could trust it. He didn't go out of his way to hurt or demean suspects, even the felons. He was a pro and you always knew he'd shoot straight, even if that meant you were going away.
Cops loved Mike. He always had their back and even the beat cops knew Mike was easy going and always willing to step in if they needed assistance. He'd been on the job for sixteen years, so he was the voice of experience and reason when dealing with tough situations. Even the higher ups listened when Mike spoke up.
They'd offered him a captaincy last year, but he turned them down. Captains didn't do investigative work and they rarely got out on the street. These were the two things Mike loved most, solving crimes, and living in and amongst his fellow citizens. Everyone on the force agreed Mike could be chief one day but knew he wouldn't because he loved being a detective.
Even the Feds gladly worked with Mike. He'd done the three-month stint at Quantico the fourth year after he made detective, so he knew the ins and outs of the FBI better than most local law enforcement. Mike was aware if he shot straight with them, they would return the favor. Bottom line, Mike was a cop's cop and it almost always worked in his favor.
So, what the fuck was Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons doing in a hotel room where two lovers slept. Was he a pervert that got off on some sick sexual peeping fantasy? No, the sad truth was Mike was about to engage in the final act of the most important investigation of his life. Sleeping peacefully in front of him was 26-year-old second year cop Kenny Benson and 42-year-old Lisa Simmons, Mike's wife of 21 years.
Kenny 'the dick" Benson was an arrogant prick. Most of Memphis PD hated the cocky piece of shit, but rarely spoke up about it since his uncle was Captain Miles Benson a 25-year veteran who was almost as popular as Simmons. Behind closed doors Uncle Miles had reamed Kenny out on several occasions, but it never seemed to stick. He'd straighten up for a week or so then go back to being a dick. However, when Mike sat Miles down and explained the situation, Miles promised to wash his hands of his sister's kid and told Mike in no uncertain terms he was free to deal with the situation as he saw fit.
Dealing with the prick wouldn't be as tough as addressing his wife's blatant lies and disrespect. Mike was thankful that both kids, Mikey twenty and Sara, eighteen would both understand and support his actions. They'd grown up on honesty, keeping your word and doing the right thing even when it was hard. In the last twenty-four hours they had learned of their mom's treachery, and neither wouldn't accept whatever excuses she would put forward. Mike didn't have to get his kids on his side. They were on the side of integrity, caring for the family and being trustworthy.
So, with a heavy but resolute heart, Mike spoke in a low but firm voice. "Kenny." The young man didn't stir. Mike had been careful to make sure he'd removed the younger officer's sidearm from the bedside nightstand. This was going to be bad enough, no sense anybody getting shot, even accidentally.
"Kenny" just a little louder this time. The young man began to come around.
Mike reached up, turned on the lamp next to him and repeated, "Kenny!"
Suddenly officer Benson was awake. "What?" he muttered looking around the room trying to focus. Slowly his brain began to catch up with his eyes. Sitting a few feet from him completely calm but with a piercing stare that was hard as granite sat Detective Lieutenant Mike Simmons, husband of the woman he'd spent most of the last few hours fucking... again.
"Mike, what the fuck, hey this isn't what it looks like, I'm sorry brother, let me explain," Kenny was babbling realizing this was really, bad.
Lisa was beginning to stir, "Kenny," Mike said, "Shut the fuck up, I'm not interested in your bull shit at the moment."
The fog was lifting from Lisa's lust filled brain as she heard a very familiar voice, but one she shouldn't be hearing in this room. She rolled over and sat up, her 34C tits falling free from under the sheets. When she saw Mike she gasped.
"Cover yourself up slut." Mike said with complete calm but steel in his voice.
Lisa wasn't yet fully alert, so the insult missed her. In the next few moments, however, she would hear her husband direct words toward her she'd never heard in her life.
Kenny... being, well Kenny, didn't take Mike's advice and kept on jabbering. "Listen Mike, I'm sorry, but the bitch came on to me, I never..." That was the last word Kenny got out before the taser hit him in the chest. The twenty-six watts sent a 50,000-volt shock into Kenny's body causing him to shriek and thrash around before falling onto the floor. He lay in stunned silence.
Lisa unwisely decided to come to her lover's defense. "Mike, that was uncalled for, he wasn't..." Her mouth shut instantly when he pointed a second taser in her general direction.
"I'll tell you the same thing I told him, skank, shut your pie hole until I ask you a question. And for goodness' sake, Lisa, cover yourself. You're forty-two, not twenty-two." Lisa was hurt by Mike's insult and wanted to say something in her defense, but she was very certain she'd be the next one writhing on the floor. She wisely kept quiet and pulled the sheets around her naked form.
Mike got up and walked over to Kenny. He had a small cup of water in his hand which he tossed on Kenny's face. He then slapped him a couple of times to fully wake him. With this done, Mike put Kenny back on the bed sitting up.
"Kenny look at me." Kenny just kept rubbing his head and didn't look up.
"Kenny, I'm not going to tell you again, I'll just taser your pathetic ass. Look at me now."
Kenny looked up and Mike held his gaze.
"Good boy. Now, remember don't say anything unless I ask you a question, got it?" Kenny didn't say anything. "That was a question prick, you should answer it. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. When I'm done speaking, you will gather your clothes and step out into the hallway. There are four uniforms there, two of them are Bill Compton and Big Ed Michaels. They will escort you to your precinct station where you will turn in your gun and badge. Your car will be there waiting for you. Next you will have three hours to pack your shit and be on the road out of Memphis. I don't give a rat's ass where you go or what you do, but don't stop driving until you are at least 500 miles away."
The shock having worn off, Kenny was beginning to take all of this in and couldn't believe what he was hearing. Mike continued.
"If you don't leave Memphis in that timeframe there is a chance you'll never leave Memphis. At the very least you'll be dumped in one of the more active cells in county lock up with lots of guys who won't give two fucks about beating and raping a cop gone bad. You'll be a bottom bitch before noon today."
"Am I clear so far Kenny boy?"
Kenny looked up and snarled. "Fuck you Mike, wait until my Uncle Miles hears what you've done to me. He'll make sure you're the one in lock up. Your fucking whore came on to me five months ago. I turned her down the first few times, but she kept coming back begging for my big young cock. I don't know why I should be punished for you being married to a whore."
Mike was about to taser the idiot again, but he didn't get the chance. The right hook came out of nowhere and caught the young soon to be ex-cop on the bridge of his nose. Lisa and clocked her lover boy so hard blood was flying everywhere.
Mike tossed Kenny a towel and looked at his piece of trash wife. "Not sure why you're offended Lisa, Kenny pretty much told the truth there. Did you forget you're married to a guy who is a pretty good investigator? I know you came on to him like a bitch in heat two weeks after Sara left for college. You were so fucking obvious a first-year detective could have figured it out in about fifteen minutes. Now is no time to try and come off as offended or the victim."
Turning back to Kenny he continued. "Kenny, you don't have a friend in the world except maybe your idiot mother. Uncle Miles isn't coming to the rescue. In fact, he told me I have card blanche. He chuckled when I told him I thought 2-4 hours in county might do you some good."
"Bull shit" replied Kenny.
Mike sighed and hit him with the taser again. When he came back around Mike looked at him smiling. "I didn't ask you a question Kenny so again, shut the fuck up."
Mike then produced a small recording device and hit play. "Kenny, this is Uncle Miles. You dumb fuck, I can't begin to tell you how ashamed I am of you. Do whatever Mike tells you or I swear I'll sink you to the Mississippi myself. I'm going to have a long talk with my idiot sister and make sure she understands she won't be hearing from you for a few weeks. Get the fuck out of town and don't come back unless I tell you to."
"Clear enough Kenny boy?"
"Yes."
"Good, pick up your clothes and get the fuck out."
Kenny started to dress. "Kenny, why can't you fucking listen. I said pick up your clothes and get out. I didn't say get dressed. Now if you need help I'll have Bill and Big Ed come in and help you. Kenny looked utterly defeated as he grabbed up his clothes and headed for the door. The last thing Lisa ever saw of her paramour was his little white ass as he stumbled out the door. The four cops in the hallway could be heard laughing and then two of them roughly escorting dip shit Kenny out of the building.
Lisa was sitting up on the bed, covering herself with the bed sheets.
"OK Lisa, I'll listen for a couple minutes, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Mike and Lisa had met and fallen for each other in high school. Mike put himself through college via ROTC while Lisa's family was able to pay for her degree in education. When they graduated they were debt free. Mike gave his six years to the army, serving in the field of military intelligence which gave him a leg up when he came back to Memphis and joined the force.
Their marriage, like many others had its ups and downs, but they had been madly in love with each other, and they worked hard to keep it strong. Even with long hours Mike found ways to get time with his wife and he was always attentive to her desires. He knew she loved flowers, so he worked out a deal with a local street merchant. He doted on Lisa and loved her as well as any young husband could.
For her part, Lisa was a model wife. She adored Mike on so many levels. She was so proud when he'd drop by her elementary school for a quick lunch or just to give her a hug. Many of the other teachers would comment how they wish their husbands would be like Mike. She'd cook his favorite meals as often as she could, and she loved sex with him. At times they would be loving and slow and at other times they wrestled for control in wild passion. Until recently Lisa loved Mike at the same level he loved her.
About five months ago Sara left for college and that was when Mike started noticing a difference. Lisa was creating a divide between them. If he asked, she'd shrug it off. If he felt resentful she'd tell him to grow up. For her part, Lisa was trying to rediscover her youthful exuberance. She didn't want to see herself as middle aged and that is when young Kenny Benson caught her eye.
Kenny hadn't lied, she'd come on to him. Kenny was a prick, but he knew the code, you don't fuck around with other cop's wives. However, after the fourth time she invited him into her bed he didn't say no. Both were attending a local charity event and Mike was out of town in New Orleans investigating a homicide that looked a good bit like a recent killing in Memphis. He was only gone two nights, but it was enough.
Lisa brought Kenny home and they fucked in Mike and Lisa's marriage bed. Lisa was still a fit and good-looking woman so when she led Kenny to the bedroom, walked into her closet and then came back out wearing only a light pink teddy that left little to the imagination, the cheater and her boy toy were off to the races.
Kenny pushed her to her knees and held the back of her head tightly as she eagerly sucked him. He then returned the favor giving her two very intense orgasms with his tongue. For the next couple of hours, he fucked her to orgasm after orgasm. Mounting her from behind, letting her ride him, missionary, bent over the kitchen table, they fucked until they were completely spent. Then they slept for six hours and started all over again. She was an insatiable whore who couldn't get enough, and young Kenny was only too eager to oblige. She even let him pull her over his lap and spank her while she cried that she was a bad girl and needed to be put in her place.
From that night on they would sneak away at least twice a week to a local hotel, the back of his truck, or in the Simmons's marriage bed.. For his part, it only took Mike about a week to intuitively know what was going on and another ten days to put all the pieces together. He then spent a couple of months laying out his plan so nothing would come back to bite him. Finally, he spent a few weeks hinting that something was very wrong, asking Lisa to come clean. She scoffed at his concerns.
Lisa probably didn't even realize that she and Mike stopped having sex about a month after she and Kenny had started. Within another month he stopped touching her all together. They had always held hands, cuddled as they fell asleep and always exchanged small touches here and there. Lisa was so wrapped up in her lying and cheating that the loss of Mike's touch never seemed to hit her.
Now she found herself in a hotel room that smelled like sex. Worse the man who used her for his twisted pleasure wasn't her husband. Naked she realized she was in deep shit.
"OK Lisa, I'll listen for a couple minutes, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Mike, I'm so sorry! I'd been feeling old and lost with Mikey gone and then when Sarah left for school last fall I couldn't shake it."
Mike knew a good investigator understood when to talk and when to be quiet. If you let them, most perps would tell you everything you wanted to know. Lisa was most definitely a perp in this moment. He kept silent.
"I don't know what I was thinking but a several months ago when you were in New Orleans Kenny put the moves on me. I knew what he was doing and should have shut him down." Sniffles and tears... "But I didn't. I let him play me like a high school sophomore. I swore it would only be once, then only twice. I have no idea how I let it turn into once or twice a week for the last few months."
"Every time we'd sneak off and fuck I'd feel terrible. I didn't want to betray you, but I had no idea how to stop and Kenny wouldn't leave me alone. Please Mike, I swear to you on your children, I'll never be disloyal again. Thank you for sending that predator away and protecting me from him. I can focus completely on us, and we can be the same loving couple we've been most of our marriage."
Mike sat stone faced revealing nothing. Suddenly has cell phone rang. Lisa almost jumped out of her skin. Mike simply said, "Yeah?" He then listened for and replied, "Really? OK, five minutes." When he hung up Mike looked at his wife in a way that unnerved her. It wasn't hatred or disgust. Either of those would have been better. There was no sorrow, compassion or understanding. His look was one of utter disregard. In that moment she knew he'd had time to prepare for this moment and now, he'd shut her out. Completely.
"Lisa, I guess you think I was born yesterday and am the worst detective in the history of police work."
"No Mike I..."
He pointed the taser at her. She shut the fuck up.
"I've known for four months every detail. Who, what, when, and where. I know he's fucked your ass. I know he's fucked you over a dozen times in our marriage bed that I bought and paid for. I know one night he shared you with his punk ass friend Earl. There is nothing about your skank slutting around of which I'm unaware."
Lisa winced at the reminder of Earl and the night the two young bucks had taken her unceremoniously in the back of Kenny's pick-up truck. Her ass was sore for a week.
"At first I was shocked. I asked you multiple questions about a month after getting back from New Orleans. I hinted and suggested hoping you'd come clean, and we could have an honest conversation. Do you remember those questions and your response? You told me to grow up, to stop being an ass and you assured me you were completely trustworthy. You betrayed me and then lied to my face about it for several weeks until I stopped asking and started forming my exit strategy."
"No Mike, please! You can't leave me! I know the kids are almost grown but you can't leave the three of us! I am begging. Please put your ego aside and let me prove you can trust me again. I'll show you how good we can be!"
"My ego Lisa? Really? Well, here's a thought for you. Go fuck yourself. The kids already know. They've seen and heard the evidence and before you ask, they demanded to get it. I never offered it to them. I have more class than wanting my children to hear their mother belittle their father while asking some twirp to give it to her hard in the ass."
Lisa gasped at the thought Mikey and Sarah knew what she'd been up to.
"Thanks to you Lisa, my ego when it comes to women is gone, shot, annihilated. But my character and integrity are intact, and they will stay that way. I'm done with you Lisa. I'll never hold your hand again, never tell you how beautiful you look, never try to grab your ass when you walk by me or look you in the eye and tell you how much I love you. All of that is dead and you killed it."
Lisa was numb. She'd never allowed herself to think that seriously about what she was doing. She assumed somehow her fucking around would run its course then she and Mike would grow old together. Now all of that was shattered like a window in a tornado. Tears flowed down her face. Words escaped her. Mike had turned away and was looking out the window at the dead Memphis night.
The soft knock on the door broke the silence.
"In" was all Mike said.
When the door opened, two female officers entered. Michelle Dixon and Sargent Liz Collins strode into the room. If looks could kill each of them would have murdered the cheating cunt on the spot.
Liz began, "Lieutenant there's been a small development. Officer Compton just called and confirmed that ex-officer Kenny Benson affirmed his statement that Mrs. Simmons is NOT just a slut."
Lisa winced but didn't know what to make of the statement. She was very confused.
Collins continued. "He says he paid for sex because Lisa here isn't a skank, she is a professional whore and charged Kenny for the privilege of her loose, used pussy."
"The hell I did, that fucking liar.."
Collins glared at Lisa with a look that could have melted steel. The naked cheating wife decided it would be wise to shut up.
"Is that it?" asked Mike.
"No sir. He says if we look in her purse we will find three crisp new One-hundred-dollar bills. He says if we dust them we'll find both their prints on them."
Mike said nothing to this, he just nodded to Dixon. After putting on disposable gloves she picked up Lisa's purse and dug through it, producing the bills just as Kenny alleged. Lisa gasped, but before she could speak Sergeant Collins pulled her off the bed and cuffed her. Dixon loosely draped a sheet around her.
"Lisa Simmons, you are under arrest for soliciting a police officer for sex, sex trafficking in a place of business and prostitution. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up your right anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the court. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?'
Lisa quietly said "Yes", and she was led away.
Epilogue:
It was quite a site when Lisa was booked. Collins took her to a different precinct to keep the embarrassment to Mike to a minimum. However, the sheet wasn't the best cover up and until they got her an orange jumpsuit there were a few lewd moments.
Prostitution is a Class B Misdemeanor in Tennessee and since Lisa had no priors and ex-officer Benson wasn't around, the charges were dismissed. However, the night Lisa spent in lock up with several genuine pros, was a very rude awakening. She was slapped, fingered, and made to provide oral sex to three prostitutes, all while listening to a chorus of "bitch, cunt, pussy muncher" and a host of other derogatory names.
Lisa's kids didn't completely disown her, but it was several years before the relationships returned to somewhat normal.
Mike and Lisa were divorced within nine months. Lisa was persuaded by her lawyer to take a 40/60 split and leave Mike's pension alone. He knew any judge would make it tough on her given Mike's reputation since even judges are smart enough to know you don't fuck around with other cop's wives.
Mike didn't start dating for over three years. He has a steady now, but who knows?
Lisa lost her job and moved away to Biloxi. She had no choice; her situation was untenable. Dozens of cops kept calling her for dates even offering to pay for her services. Several pimps reached out too, inviting her to join their stable. Sergeant Collins always smiles when she thinks about handing out Lisa's number to a few of Memphis' shady characters.
Lisa doesn't date or even go out with her girl pals to pubs or bars. Most evenings, she sits at home and thinks about what she threw away and how she'll never have another love like that again.
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Ruth's Therapy Ch. 22
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Fetish
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We first met Doctor Robyn in Chapter 16 of the Hanson House series. She also starred in her own sequel.
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Doctor Robyn was very pleased to hear the details of Ruth's threesome with her Master -- and the brown-skinned Deepana. Pleased enough that it made her cunt wet. Often it was best that she did not participate in the deviant therapy she prescribed for her patients. That didn't stop her wanting full reports. After listening to Ruth, she'd already decided she'd ask her wife for some anal play that night.
"Its natural for you to want to give pleasure," explained the Doctor. "But you need to be taken and used."
"That day felt like they were both using me," Ruth replied. "I know they both enjoyed it."
"So you have you misgivings. But this therapy is perfect for you. You are happier. Your marriage is better. And I think your husband is happier."
It was true that Ruth's marriage had improved markedly since she'd begun the perverted therapy. Her needs were being met, at last. Even better, being fucked by other men, engaging in once perverse acts, had increased her confidence to change things in her marital bed. The husband had no inkling of Ruth's therapy -- her sexual submission, her participation in group sex -- but he, too, had learned to enjoy all manner of pleasures.
"My husband initiates sex more often now," she reminded the Doctor. "And he likes to watch in the mirror when he enters me from behind."
The Doctor understood that the husband would never provide all of Ruth's needs. But there was no harm in him trying new things in their marital bed.
"I drank his cum twice last week," Ruth confided.
The classy wife and mother could not hide her delight at using her mouth to pleasure her husband. It had been a major step forward in her marriage. Now she could engage regularly in one of her favourite acts - feeling his throbbing, pulsing cock and the spurting of warm, salty fluid over her tongue.
"You also wanted facials from him. Any progress?"
Ruth could still blush like a new bride. But her shy grin told the therapist that Ruth was still hopeful.
"And I watch him pee, now," Ruth went on. "I wonder if one day he will want to share that with me."
The Doctor knew that this was a genuine desire for Ruth. But she also knew that would be big a mountain for the husband.
"Well, be careful. Your therapy is helping your marriage. But do not mix them together."
Ruth nodded to show her understanding. She was a conservative, middle-aged woman who cheated so totally on her unsuspecting husband. There was no point denying how much happier she was thanks to Robyn's deviant therapy. But above all she was committed to preserving her marriage.
"Besides, I need you to focus," Robyn was saying. "You will make an appointment to see this judge next week."
Ruth took the proffered paper with the details. She guessed that more detailed instructions would follow soon enough.
"Oh, and Virginia will have her assistant contact you soon."
Ruth knew what that meant. It turned out that she'd not felt one bit dirty after being used by the powerful female executive to entertain two male business partners. Her recently found freedom gave Ruth every licence to be a slut. She'd felt safe and yet had shivered with anticipation for what those strangers would want. Perhaps the same two men had requested Ruth again.
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Ruth had put a lot of thought into her clothes for her appointment with the judge. It was important to blend into the professional air of his chambers. That was easy enough since Ruth usually moved in such circles. Yet, Robyn's instructions were clear and Ruth knew that her mission was to be a slut. She had settled for a tight black dress that more than hinted at her ample bosom.
She didn't know it, but the judge had been one of the Doctor's more challenging patients. A man of importance and power, he'd developed thoughts about his inadequacy which had been interfering with his work. As an older fellow, he might have been considered an unlikely candidate for Robyn's strange therapies. But eventually she had prescribed a steady dose of having his cock sucked, and cumming freely into the mouth of women.
All that Ruth knew was that she was once again in the role of assistant. And that an older man, a member of the bench, needed her eager skills.
"I know that we have a mutual friend," the judge said to Ruth. "But I don't think I can give you legal help."
He was more than ten years older than the woman in front of him. He thought her very attractive. Her figure was nicely curved and he appreciated the way her generous bust was highlighted by her dress. It was enough to hold his attention despite his busy schedule.
"Your Honour. I don't need any legal help. But Robyn... our mutual friend... she told me to give you something."
"Well, that's lovely but I don't know what kind of help I need."
"I was told it had to be very special. And discreet."
Ruth was doing her best to smile sweetly. But she was experiencing a new kind of nervousness. The judge was well-connected. And she was in his chambers where she was uncertain of the risks of lewd behaviour. The judge was seeming to feign ignorance of her mission. But Ruth had her instructions.
Still smiling at the older man, she unbuttoned the top of her dress. He maintained his officious gaze and Ruth felt compelled to undo two more buttons. Now her cleavage was easily visible to the judge. She felt wildly exposed, at his mercy. But her therapy, and her submission, required more.
"You see, your Honour," she said while trying to stop her voice from trembling. "The Doctor told me about a service that I am provide for you today."
His face changed in an instant. Or perhaps that was because Ruth was still opening the front of her dress. She'd chosen a particular bra for this visit -- it was the only one that gave maximum exposure to her cleavage while retaining some control over her juicy double-Ds. Ruth had told herself it was a gift for her husband but it was perfect for a mission like this.
"Well... I see..." he was trying to say. "But surely not here."
Doctor Robyn had warned Ruth about this patient. She was expected to lure him into accepting the surprise gift. It was intended as an important milestone in his own therapy. Ruth was motivated by the order that she provide oral sex to this older man. And the opportunity to drink the cum of a senior member of the bench.
"Doctor's orders" smiled Ruth as she made her way around the impressive wooden desk.
"I see... but this is... not the place..."
Ruth perched on the edge of his heavy wooden desk. Her tits - heavy and firm -- threatened to burst out of the skimpy bra that was only barely containing them. Leaning forward, she gave the judge a closer look at her impressive cleavage.
"Doctor's orders," she repeated.
She took his hand and drew it up towards her exposed flesh. The judge was a man, after all, and in no mood to resist the opportunity. He'd been as shocked as any of the good Doctor's patients to discover the nature of her therapy. As a proper man in a serious job he'd wanted to refuse.
"Touch me, your Honour," Ruth said sweetly. "Please."
She had worried about becoming a slut. Now she was being exactly that. And under orders of her so-called therapist. Suddenly she was not concerned at all -- this was exciting and pleasing. She was grateful for therapy required her to follow the orders of the depraved Doctor Ruth.
"Squeeze them," she urged the older man.
"You are very forward," he murmured, letting his hand grope the warm, soft globes of her tits.
"Its therapy," Ruth replied with a naughty grin.
She adjusted her dress -- and her bra -- to make more of her flesh accessible to the judge. He could not really believe what was happening. The deviant Doctor had told him that more lewd behaviour was the best treatment for him. She'd given him numerous opportunities to enjoy sexual play with different women. All of that had helped him to focus better on his important job. But this was different.
"You have wonderful breasts," he croaked from his dry throat.
"Take a closer look," she told him.
The judge had quickly sized-up this woman -- a wonderful body for her age with lovely curves and a very healthy bust. She was the type of woman he mixed with socially. Except that she wanted to draw attention to her big tits. He saw that as Ruth leaned closer, presenting her cleavage so that it was practically touching his face. She was enjoying this assignment - perhaps being a slut was not so bad after all. It was exciting to be so free and easy with her sexuality. The best illustration was to place one hand behind the older man's head and pull his face into her cleavage.
"Yes, that's better," she cooed.
"Hmmmm..." he tried to reply, the pale tit flesh muffling his words.
"This is the kind of therapy Doctor Robyn prescribes."
"Its what I pay her for," he mumbled again.
Of course there was more to the judge's therapy than enjoying her tits. She reached down and gently pressed a hand against his crotch. That made the judge almost jump in his seat. But Ruth could already feel the hardness. This would not be such a tough assignment after all.
"Pleased to see me, your Honour?" she giggled.
"The Doctor promised me a slut."
"Then let me show you."
She dropped to her knees as if it was an everyday thing -- which, of course, it was for Ruth. No need to wait for him to protest. Quickly her fingers were opening his trousers. A nice, hard cock sprang into view.
"Hmmm... your Honour, that is so lovely."
Ruth still had never seen a cock that she did not like. The judge was a man of modest proportions but it was hard and erect. A good size for her to engulf with her soft mouth. Only a little wriggling was required on his part to fully expose his cock and his balls. Ruth could not help smiling as she got to work, gently massaging the precious eggs as she licked up and down the length of his shaft. The judge was not shocked by that - the good Doctor herself had administered his therapy on occasion as well as arranging for fetching young women to attend his sessions. Still, this seemingly classy woman was as eager as any of them.
"Fucking hell," he grunted softly. "You are a slut."
"I love using my mouth on lovely cocks like this one."
She was expertly massaging his balls as she grinned at him. The truth was that she enjoyed being these assignments. It helped that the deviant Doctor kept finding new ways for her to express her true self. So many men and so many cocks. Her fingers curled around his now throbbing phallus.
"Enjoy your therapy," she grinned before lowering her head and wrapping her lips around the older man's shaft.
It twitched as she began to engulf him. All men did that and it was always a delight for a confirmed fellatrix. She swirled her tongue around the shaft as she sank deeper. After so much practice, Ruth knew that she could accommodate the judge's entire meat in her mouth. But a little more practice would do no harm.
"Ohhh... fuck... my whole cock. Dirty whore."
Ruth took that as a compliment. She'd once longed to have men use her mouth for their wicked pleasures. The good Doctor had seen to it that Ruth had developed her cock-sucking talents. Now they were needed by another of the Doctor's patients.
"This whore wants to drink your seed," she announced.
With fingers wrapped round the base of the judicial cock, Ruth began her expert bobbing. Using pressure from her lips and teasing with her feminine tongue, she easily took his average size in her mouth. She was almost loving in her efforts. And the older man's cock grew still harder in response. Which was her signal to work hands-free, hands on his thighs to steady herself as she slurped up and down.
The judge was enjoying his most daring ever headjob. And he thought perhaps this classy woman was the best cocksucker he'd yet experienced. She was amazing in her ability to work from his tip to the base. And he could glance down to admire her fleshy cleavage. Perhaps the kinky therapist would permit him a tit-fuck in their next session. But there was no doubt that this slut was set on consuming all his ball juice.
"Fuck... you love sucking cock."
"I do love it," she replied, now stroking his meat with one hand as she looked up into his eyes. "Especially when the Doctor makes me."
"You are a whore for her?"
"For you. And I want you to cum."
"Gonna swallow?" he groaned.
"Empty your balls. Give me your whole load."
"Dirty bitch..."
She already had his shaft back in her mouth. The judge had as much right as any man to an expert headjob -- and Doctor Robyn had commanded it. Expertly, Ruth alternated her speed and depth, teasing his throbbing meat as his balls began to rise up. And the judge, at last feeling more daring, remembered how the therapist had been encouraging him to hold a woman's head -- all the better to fuck her mouth. Both hands closed around Ruth, his fingers gripping her brown hair as he began to pull her harder onto his manhood.
Of course, Ruth enjoyed her work much more once the judge began to take control. A regular cock-sucking was a fine thing but her body responded all the better once the judge took control, happy to use the willing female kneeling before him.
"You whore... letting me use your mouth... the Doctor... yeah, suck me good..."
With all her practice, and so many men, Ruth knew the telltale throbbing. She knew just how much pressure to apply with her lips as he tried to force her head up and down. Smaller cocks were easier to accommodate and the older man was clearly excited to be deep-throated by the willing slut.
"Take it, slut... here it comes... ohhh, farrrck... you bitch..."
He jammed her head down so that his dick was buried in her mouth. Ruth felt his balls against her chin. Then came that marvellous eruption as his first blast flooded her mouth.
"Yeeesss... faaaarrrckkk..."
It was heavenly for Ruth, as always, to receive this man's cum. He did not have the power of a younger man but the torrent of semen was as welcome as any. Since he was buried deep she was not really able to taste him -- but he gave enough that she was forced to swallow. Which was almost the best part of providing oral to a stranger.
"My oh my... hmmm... what a good slut," he moaned as once more pumped his cock in her sweet mouth.
Ruth dutifully continued her sucking. Of course she would clean him of very drop. It would not do to leave stains on the judge's expensive suit. Perhaps the judge agreed since he kept a hold of Ruth's head until his cock started to soften. She opened her mouth for the judge, showing how she'd received and swallowed his entire load.
"Well... hmmm... I should apologise... sometimes my therapy..."
"That was the best kind of therapy," she assured him with a grin. "Please don't apologise."
"I might have to pay the Doctor a little more for a whore like you."
Ruth thought that was sweet. She was proud to be an assistant in so much deviant therapy. As it happened, the judge had made the assignment more than enjoyable for her. It was always more satisfying to get a stomach-full of semen.
It took only moments to fix her dress so that no-one could guess what had transpired. She left the older man panting and looking stunned.
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The next assignment might have seemed a little disappointing. Ruth had hoped that the same two business partners of Ms Sanders would have requested her again. In truth, on that night she'd felt like a high-price escort -- except that she was provided free to the two men -- and that humiliation had excited her. It had been a frequent part of her masturbation thoughts ever since. Naturally, being used by two men at once was better than a single male. And they'd been insistent, if gentle, so that her secret, submissive self had helped her to orgasm many times that night. She'd been disappointed to realise there was to be no repeat.
Petra was unaware of all that. The beautiful assistant to the imposing Virginia Sanders had been more matter-of-fact when communicating to Ruth about her next assignment for the powerful lawyer. Time and place were simple enough -- Ruth would easily make an excuse to her husband. She was ordered to purchase new sexy lingerie. Ms Sanders' account would be accessible for her. Ruth did not think much of the command to wear red, since that was not her colour, but of course she would obey.
"Thank you," she said to Petra, somehow feeling submissive even to the sexy PA.
"No need," giggled the blonde woman over the phone. "Ms Sanders is giving me a night with her slave boy."
Ruth could hardly have forgotten that young man. And his prodigious penis. Petra was a very lucky employee if she was to play with that massive log. Ruth had guessed she'd never get the chance -- the point of Ms Sanders showing-off her male slave had been to reinforce that she was more powerful than the submissive Ruth.
The new assignment was also about power. Feeling nervous, as always, Ruth had assumed that she and some new business partner would share dinner in an expensive restaurant, getting to know one another. Instead, the arrangement was to meet this man in his expensive hotel suite. Once more, Ruth felt like a call-girl rather than a classy, older woman with needs. It was humiliating and she reminded herself that such depravity was part of her new life. The thought of being used by a stranger was always exciting. She focused her thoughts on what might be expected of her. So long as this man planned to use and abuse her.
At the suite, she found an older man -- looking wealthy and very distinguished in an expensive, tailored suit. Seemingly a man of few words, he at least smiled as he showed her inside. The glass of expensive wine he offered perhaps was intended to help with her nerves. Ruth was relieved that she had chosen a classy dress, not something that screamed "slut" to the room. And she knew this was not like the judge -- no need to be too forward and go to her knees without instructions.
"I am pleased you are here," he said softly.
He was a little shorter than Ruth, which surprised her for some reason. Not much to look at really. Greying hair and not very attractive. He could have been an associate of her husband. Though Ruth knew he was a wealthy and important business leader from out of town. And surely a sexual deviant of some kind.
"It was very nice to be asked," she replied with a smile that ignored the fact she'd been ordered.
Had the order come from Doctor Robyn or from Virginia Sanders? Ruth no longer was sure. The only definite thing was that this was all part of the special, deviant therapy she'd agreed to partake in. It was therapy that had made her into a submissive slut who could be made available to fulfill the sexual desires of rich business executive. Her cunt was throbbing with anticipation.
"You can refer to me as Sir. And then you can remove your dress."
"Yes. Sir."
It wasn't the use of his title that thrilled Ruth. She had her own younger man that she casually called "Master". The older stranger had an air that made it exciting to have such formality. He was letting her know that he was in charge in every way. Slowly, she removed her dress to reveal the red lingerie. A skimpy bra with holes that allowed her erect nipples to be displayed for him. Stockings and a suspender belt that looked so bright against her pale skin. A tiny G-string that Ruth guessed was already damp.
She forgot all about her normal life as the older man admired her near naked form. Her sole focus was on submitting to and pleasing this man. Because that was what her therapy required. And because being used for his pleasure was all that mattered then. She tried not to smile as his eyes showed his delight at her shapely body. But she could not stop her panting as he ran his fingers over her exposed nipples. The gentle hefting of her firm DD-cup breasts. His hand running around her waist and down to her tight arse, gently squeezing her bare bum with satisfaction at what Virginia Sanders had sent him.
"Very fine. Virginia must use you for all her best business deals."
"No, Sir. Umm... no, I'm new to all this."
It was a white lie. Though Ruth could tell herself that she was still a novice at being presented to strangers for them to use. And she had no trouble in obeying when the older man ordered that she remove her bra. She already knew that he'd be impressed by the firmness of her DD-cups. With obvious delight, he squeezed them in both hands, enjoying this all-natural slut.
Of course, Ruth could do nothing except allow him to explore her body. It was different to being pawed and mauled roughly -- it was a thrill to be manhandled but she was anyway helpless and vulnerable, in a hotel suite with a man she'd only just met. She had no way of stopping her soft moan as he began to flick his tongue over her hard nipples.
The short stranger was excited by her moan. She was the true slut he'd been promised. Easier to molest and to use than a mere dinner companion. Still enjoying those juicy, big tits, he grabbed her shapely arse. This slut had stayed in such sexy shape. She was delectable and his experience told him that she was eager to submit.
"You are a fine woman," he muttered to her.
"Th... thank you, Sir..." she breathed in response.
Ruth no longer flinched or feared when a man slid his fingers into her crotch. She knew that her G-string was soaking and she was pleased for him to find out. For what man of his seniority and power would not enjoy knowing he'd made her so wet just from his touch?
The stranger enjoyed her smooth skin. Her lips were warm and engorged. She was perfect for the depraved fun he had planned. Eager to sample her, the older man deftly worked his fingers into her slit. Virginia had told him that this one was married. He had to wonder if it was the wicked cheating act that made her so wet. And whether the husband had any inkling of how much she enjoyed debasing herself for strangers.
"On the bed now. On your back," he commanded softly.
Ruth did not hesitate. Therapy or no, she was not about to resist a man who was so comfortable in his dominance. Nor when he ordered her to spread her legs. Because he thought the red lingerie looked fine against her pale skin and wanted to see the scarlet framing her slut's pussy.
"Show me that pussy."
"Yes, Sir."
It seemed odd that this older stranger was still fully clothed. Only his tie had been loosened as he watched her intently. Ruth felt her own debauchery as she pulled aside the soaked material, using her hands to spread her swollen cunt lips to give him the perfect view of her hole.
He drew his chair closer. All the better to see as he took his wine glass in one hand. Ruth had been expecting him to touch her, hopefully to finger her cunt hole. He seemed content to merely watch - at least for now.
"Good. Yes, very beautiful lips," he commented on her swollen, protruding flaps.
Ruth was almost out of control with arousal. The experience of being looked at -- inspected, even -- was surprisingly erotic for the conservative married mother. It felt so degrading to know that he could see the flow of her juices, almost measuring her arousal. But he wanted to see. And to see more.
"Touch your clit," was his next command.
She could not resist. It was too great a thrill to give the stranger control of her body. And she failed completely to hide her sigh of lust as one finger gently prodded her erect little nub. The older stranger heard it, too, and was excited. He liked to obey and control but it was all the more fun if the slut was eager and hungry for it. And this slut was ready.
"Go on. Play with it."
"Yes... yes, Sir..." she groaned, desperate to please them both.
He saw how aroused she was. For an older woman this one was quite a strumpet. And her toned legs provided a lovey framing for that soaking wet pussy.
"You are a brazen slut. Play some more. I want to watch you cum."
"Oh god... Sir, yes..."
Ruth surprised herself with her need, her desire to release pent-up hunger. Even her husband had not seen her masturbate. Now this stranger was watching intently as she fingered her clit. Her hard, swollen clit that throbbed as she expertly massaged. The older man had said he wanted her to orgasm. It was hard to keep splaying her flaps as she worked on her clit. Did he still want to see her hole? She felt disgusting and dirty as her juices began to flow. But her clit was responding and the approaching orgasm was too powerful to ignore.
"Please..."
"Good girl. Don't stop. You're so close. Let me see you."
"Oh... fuck," she exploded as her body jerked and her cunt spasmed.
He had a close-up view and that thought seemed to make her climax even more powerful. She wanted to give him a show. To prove how much she enjoyed teasing her cunt for him. If only he'd finger her hole or lick her. The thought of being fucked drove her orgasm to new heights.
"Now finger yourself," he was ordering through the chaos of her orgasm. "Stuff two fingers into that pussy."
Cock would have been better for Ruth. But she was still grateful for his command. Her cunt was aching for attention. And so wet that her two fingers easily slipped fully inside her. The throbbing of her first orgasm was incredibly satisfying. She knew if she kept rubbing her clit another would follow in seconds.
"Finger yourself," the older man repeated. "Fuck your pussy while I watch."
Ruth knew she was a total slut. She proved it by cumming again, harder as she rammed two fingers hard into her cunt while the stranger watched. If only he'd take out his cock and fuck her just as hard. She was groaning loudly now but she ignored the shame -- it was all part of the show, after all. If the man had looked up her body he'd have seen her luscious DD-cups heaving as she bucked with the force of her climax. But he was focused only on her cunt and Ruth responded by trying to ram her fingers still harder into her sopping hole.
"Good girl," he commented when she was finished.
Ruth could see that he was, indeed, an experienced pervert. He knew how to read her body and that she needed a short break. If only to regather her energy for another round. She lay panting and broken on the bed as the stranger poured himself another glass of wine. Perhaps he'd want to have his cock sucked next. He still was fully clothed, only removing his tie to leave his collar open. The stranger had other things on his mind than his cock.
"Again," he ordered her soon enough.
A man of few words, the stranger obviously knew what he wanted. And Ruth was still minded to obey him. As Doctor Ruth had said, obedience and giving pleasure was her new, secret life.
"Yes, slow," he urged her. "Two fingers. Deep."
She was still horny. Still wet. But now the stranger was getting into his stride. The bitch was responsive and just as obedient as Virginia had promised. He was ready to take advantage.
"Your bottom," he said simply. "A finger in your bottom."
Ruth was in no mood to refuse. Turned-on, obedient, degraded -- her task was to give the older man everything he wanted and Ruth did not like to fail. Luckily, she'd learned enough from her therapy that she quickly adopted the position. On her side, one leg behind her arm, she now displayed both her fuck holes. This was the kind of behaviour that made her secret life so satisfying. Keenly watching his reaction, she fingered her soaking cunt while solely penetrating her own anus with her other hand. And, fuck, it felt good, too.
"That looks like a tight hole."
"Oh yes... it is, Sir... so tight... do you like it?..."
"You like it in your bottom?"
"Sir, yes I do... oh, Sir..."
In truth, Ruth rarely fingered that place herself. But the heat in that smooth passage was a delight. As was the sensation of her fingers rubbing against each other as she plumbed both holes. She dropped her head back, focused on the exquisite pleasure of being degraded for his pleasure.
"Let me watch you cum again. While you finger that bottom."
"Ohh... fuck, yes... Sir, I'm cumming... cuuummmmingggggg..."
Now the stranger moved his chair closer. Ruth had never done anything like this. And still the older man was fully clothed as she lay almost naked. But his steady gaze was irresistible. The red lingerie highlighting her shapely bottom and hungry hole. Ruth had no idea but she started to drive her finger deeper into her rectum. The nameless man was more than delighted by such a show from a woman who appeared to be so mature and conservative.
"Use this now. In your pussy."
It took Ruth a second to realise that he was pressing the empty wine bottle into her hand. Was that too much? She wondered if this older man was the most depraved she'd ever met. She'd gladly have let him play with her heaving tits. Or choose to fuck her married hole. Ruth was almost desperate to suck his older cock, to take his throbbing hardness against her tongue. Those were all things a slut was happy to do for a dominant man. But, still panting from that last string of powerful orgasms, there was no question that she would obey his wish.
Looking into his eyes, she took the weight of the bottle and pressed the tip into her fleshy cunt hole. The glass was so hard but there was no question the glass neck would easily penetrate her wet hole. Plus she was aching for something more than fingers. She moaned aloud as she pressed the hard glass tip into her opening.
"Virginia tells me you are married, slut."
"Yes... yes, Sir... married."
"Does he know about your talents?"
"No, Sir," she moaned while forcing the bottle further into her gushing hole. "A secret..."
"You really are the perfect slut," he announced, his hand now gently pressing the base of the bottle she gripped so tightly.
"Oh...Sir..." came the desperate moan from Ruth who wished it was a real cock instead.
"Your pussy loves it hard."
"Yes, its good...oh, Sir... faaaarrckkk..."
The older man was so casual in the way he used her. After all, Ms Sanders had promised that this slut would satisfy his every desire. At last he deigned to touch her - a single finger flicking over her erect little clitoris. And the combination of sensations was overwhelming for Ruth who knew she was on the verge of still more wicked orgasms.
"Fuck yourself," he told her. "Fuck yourself."
Ruth was only too happy to obey. It was a different experience to be used in this way. But she had rolled onto her back, forgetting his instruction to finger her arsehole. With the bottle gripped in both hands, she proceeded to drive it into her hungry cunt. The size of the glass neck meant she would reach places her fingers had not. But it was her disgraceful display and the hunger in her cunt that really did the job for Ruth. Ignoring the risk of bruising her tunnel, she rammed hard and fast with the empty wine bottle while cumming all over again. The technique worked well, coupled with feeling his warm breath on her inner thighs.
"Ohh... oh, Sir... yes, I am fucking... fucking myself... cumming, Sir..."
The stranger could see that. The bucking hips and writhing so that those juicy double-Ds jiggled as each climax powered through the slut's pale body. He was more than impressed at her sexual energy, observing how the bottle had made her more aroused. The older man did not care whether Ruth enjoyed an audience for her masturbation. The evening was about his needs. But this slut was willing to do anything he wanted. And now the stranger wanted even more depravity.
With one hand, he grabbed at her rounded arse. At first Ruth thought that he merely was groping her, enjoying her flesh. But soon she realised he wanted her to change position. That interrupted the flow of her orgasms from fucking herself with the hard glass. She was almost disappointed as the stranger took the empty wine bottle in his own hands, still trying to push her into position. Finally, Ruth understood that she was to be on hands and knees, presenting her holes to the deviant stranger.
She felt him tugging the soaked G-string out of the way. It was hot to have her holes displayed to a fully-clothed stranger. But she did not expect what came next -- an unmistakable pressure on her anus as the older man tried to insert the tip of the wine bottle.
"Oh... Sir..."
It might have been a protest. This man was some kind of degenerate. And surely this would cause some pain -- at least the beginning. Could her hole even be opened like that? But Ruth found herself moaning as he pressed the glass harder against her delicate opening. He wanted it and, for that reason alone, she wanted it just as badly. She was thrilled by the challenge as much as the dirtiness.
"Oh, fuck..."
"Good girl," he murmured.
Ruth allowed her shoulders to drop flat on the bed. Some lube might have helped her hole to accept the glass prong. But Ruth was an experienced slut now. She pressed her hips back to meet him and reached one hand to her clit. He would not stop, she knew, hearing him spit on the neck of the bottle to help ease his penetration. Some lovely play on her clit was all she needed to accept the invasion of her arsehole.
"Don't stop," she moaned through gritted teeth.
There was discomfort in her arsehole. Her anus was unprepared. And the glass was so hard. But then she felt that familiar popping as her small, dark hole surrendered to the pressure. And the force of his hand was already driving the bottle neck into her sphincters. Her clit responded well to the gentle rubbing. The rest of her could only be thrilled at being debased by the stranger.
"Take it," he commanded.
"Fuck me, Sir," she grunted through the dull pain.
"What a dirty hole," he commented, loving her pale skin against the sinful red of her garter belt.
Ruth knew the older man must be incredibly aroused. She felt helpless to resist as he used her backdoor in the most wicked of ways. Her part in the play was simply to entertain a stranger in a suit as he fucked her most intimate place with wine bottle.
"Oh, Sir... use me... please..."
The wickedness and the dirtiness quickly caused her body to respond. This was the most craven submission she'd ever experienced. Ruth knew she could object, resist. But the intensity, feeling the neck of the bottle working in her rectum, was too good to let it stop. She strummed her clit a little faster. And the stranger felt the opening of her chute and began to thrust a little faster and deeper, eager to fuck this slut with pure joy. He was more than impressed with this little whore. By the fact that Ruth was cumming now, her body rejoicing in her masturbation as her arsehole was reamed by an empty wine bottle.
"Sir... I'm cum... Sir, ohhh..."
"Good girl. Let it happen," he commanded.
"Don't stop... pleeeeeaassse..."
He was hurting her. The hard glass ramming into her was more than her poor bottom had been trained for. But the dull pain enhanced the thrill of surrendering to his foul desires.
"I'm so dirty. Use meeee...." she cried, fingers still working on her throbbing clit.
He did that happily. The sound of her powerful orgasms filled the room as he filled her chute again and again with the thrusting glass. Such a sexual response was rare, he knew. This slut was the perfect gift from Ms Sanders to seal their new business deal.
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Ms Sanders' new business partner remained fully clothed. That seemed so odd to Ruth. Though she had no complaints about having been used and degraded by this man. Her holes ached dully but she was still panting. Ruth was at her best when being submissive. She did not mean to be greedy. But it was a normal thing now for her to take a cock in her mouth, enjoy the moaning and throbbing followed by the spurting of semen. This man seemed less interested in using her mouth. All the same, providing the utmost pleasure was expected of her.
"Sir... after your wine... if you need to pee..."
"What's that, little girl?"
"Sir... I am here to be used in any way you want."
The stranger's eyes lit up on hearing that. He had enjoyed his favourite deviant pleasures, to be sure. And this precious slut had surprised him already with her capacity to take such abuse. It was not his concern if she would be sore the next day. He'd very much enjoyed ramming her arsehole - harder than any other woman -- and the way she'd climaxed in response. Usually that was about his pleasure and not hers. Some sluts were willing to be degraded and used in that way. Now this classy woman was asking for something more. The stranger was intrigued.
"You want me to urinate on you? Did Ms Sanders tell you to do this?"
"No, Sir. She doesn't know. But I want to be your dirty slut."
His wicked grin was a relief for Ruth -- seeing that he was not offended by a submissive slut making a suggestion. Or was it just the pressure in his bladder that caused his signal to follow him to the bathroom? She caught a glimpse of her pale body encased in the red lingerie. The contrast of colour would be enhanced by his golden piss flowing down her body. A piss shower from a stranger was a new low for her -- and exciting.
Kneeling before him on the hard tiles caused her rectum to flex and stretch. The dull ache she felt was a reminder of the fucking she'd just taken. It was like a trophy for her debauched performance.
"Please, Sir. Let me," she said softly.
Ruth took the liberty of deftly opening his trousers and releasing his cock. She thought it a good specimen -- perhaps a healthy size when hard, though he seemingly could manage only a half erection. Her instinct was to wrap a hand around. She was tempted to stroke it to full size but resisted. His piss would flow more easily if he was half-hard.
"You want this?" he asked, still dressed in his suit. "You are a dirty girl."
"I want to be dirty for you."
Experienced now, confident thanks to her deviant therapy, Ruth gently lifted his cock so that his stream would land directly on her face. Hoping that his bladder was full, she smiled up at the stranger. The look of amazement on his face was all the reward that Ruth needed. Wishing to invite him into the dirty act, she opened her mouth with the head of his cock only inches away.
"I have to," he grunted. "Oh, fuck..."
His shaft twitched. Then the hot golden fluid burst from his tiny hole and blasted fresh onto her pale face. The once conservative woman always enjoyed the power of a cock and the sure soaking of a golden shower. And she was impressed by the power of his stream. She could feel it gushing through his urethra. It was even splashing onto his expensive trousers. Quickly, she directed the flow into her gaping mouth -- the taste was acrid after the wine but Ruth was delighted by it all the same. Enough to swallow a little taste.
"Oh, jesus..." he moaned.
Wanting to really impress the older man, the married woman easily directed his piss blast up her face and onto her hair. Why not get soaked so she could drip with piss - as a true submissive should? He had a full bladder but no control and Ruth moved fast to give herself a proper shower. Then she moved the stream down her face, into her mouth and then onto her heaving tits.
"Oh my, you are a dirty girl."
She made sure to cover them fully. Criss-crossing his still powerful flow, she smiled up at the stranger as she bathed her firm, sexy body in the stinky, acrid piss. Sheets of golden, stinking piss cascaded down her juggling tits as she reveled in her own wickedness. A golden shower was almost the lowest she could sink as a sub -- and now one of her greatest, secret pleasures. Her lingerie was soaked. Surely ruined but what did that matter?
Ruth waited to show her final trick -- when his flow slowed to the last few drops she bent lower to catch the remnants on her tongue. With another man she'd have cleaned him properly with her mouth. He'd not given permission for that. Still, anything that came from a cock was precious. And she was happy to debase herself for this intriguing stranger.
"Thank you, little girl," he moaned with appreciation. "Now I'll send you home to your husband."
Ruth discarded her piss-soaked lingerie on the floor and showered quickly before setting-off for home. She felt intoxicated after her intense performance. And a little sore with the aching in her holes from the wine bottle. But the evening's play had left her more horny and she was already eager to see her husband. There'd be no fucking but a long session of cock-sucking would be perfect.
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From Strict Teacher to Submissive
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https://www.literotica.com/s/from-strict-teacher-to-submissive
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BDSM
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It was Saturday afternoon and Megan, who was nineteen, was walking around the High Street when she bumped into Miss Jones, who last year was her class teacher at the sixth form college for girls. Miss Jones was thirty-one.
Megan had loved it at sixth form college, given all of the girls were either eighteen or nineteen.
Megan had long dark brown hair that flowed over her shoulders, was slim, pert breasts, and was wearing a vest-top and mini-skirt. Miss Jones was reasonably slim, with light brown hair tied in a bun, wearing a short-sleeved blouse and skirt.
Even though Miss Jones had been at the college just that final year, Megan had had a crush on her, and, even though nineteen, really fancied Miss Jones. She liked how she was very strict, was one of those teachers who even made a misbehaving girl bend over her desk in the classroom, and smack her bottom there and then. In fact, as all of those in the class were now nineteen and felt they were too old to have their bottoms smacked, most of the class enjoyed watching all of that, and several enjoyed being the girl who had her bottom smacked. The smacks were never very hard, but did set the tone for behaving.
Megan knew that, as she saw Miss Jones smack one of her classmate's bottoms, she got excited, and her vulva quivered. At the time, she could never work out whether she got excited because she wanted to have her bottom smacked, or that she wanted to smack Miss Jones's bottom. It was only after Megan had left the college, and saw a film that involved spanking, that she realised that her preference was to spank Miss Jones. That was even though most of those films showed men spanking women, but she didn't see that as being set in gold, and became more and more sexually excited at the thought of giving a spanking.
When Miss Jones saw Megan, she recognised her as well, did stop, said hullo, and Miss Jones suggested that they go and have a cup of coffee together. Megan immediately agreed.
Miss Jones chatted quite happily for half an hour or so, but all the time Megan couldn't stop thinking about how Miss Jones used to smack the bottoms of her classmates.
Unable to get the matter out of her mind, and knowing that this might be the one and only time she could ask the question, she asked, "Do you enjoy giving a spanking, Miss?"
Megan was surprised when she saw Miss Jones blush. Had she touched a nerve, she wondered. What Miss Jones said next surprised Megan even more.
Miss Jones replied, "Actually, Megan, I've never spanked anyone. I know I make a show of smacking bottoms in class, but just saw that as a way of keeping control. One lasting memory I have, though, is seeing you after a netball match, sitting on a chair with your skirt risen right up, so the whole of your thighs were showing, and I loved the sight of your bare arms as well."
Megan could see Miss Jones was struggling, and pressed her with, "Was that when you thought you would like to spank me, Miss?"
Again, the reply, surprised Megan, when Miss Jones said, "Not at all, Megan. What I wanted to do, was go across your lap and have you spank my bare bottom. Ever since that day, that is what has been my fantasy, and how I have time and again fingered myself to huge, glorious orgasms. I know what I want to become the reality, is you giving me a bare bottom spanking."
As much as Megan was still shocked, she was also excited, because Miss Jones was not just asking for her own fantasy to be made a reality, but, probably without realising it, would make Megan's fantasy a reality as well. So, Megan replied. "I am up for that, Miss."
Miss Jones was suddenly biting her lip, perhaps thinking she had overstepped the mark. However, that quickly cleared, and she said, "My house is just two hundred yards away from here, Megan. We could go there, and you could give me a spanking."
Megan jumped at the chance and replied, "Let's get going, Miss."
When walking back to the house, Miss Jones said to Megan, "As you are the one who will now be in charge, you should address me by my first name, which is Matilda, but everyone shortens that and calls me Tilly."
Megan liked that, but didn't want to be addressed as, Miss, herself, so didn't ask for that.
Once they got into the house, Tilly wanted to explain some other things to Megan, and so led her into the living room, where they both sat on the sofa together.
Tilly then explained, "Now we are here, I have to say that I really do appreciate you doing this, Megan. I have never been spanked, and would really love for you to give me such a hard spanking that I won't be able to stop myself crying, and still the spanking should continue. Don't worry if you find that difficult, or worrying, because that is exactly what I am asking you to do."
Megan replied, "No problem there, Tilly. I suppose it would help if I had something to spank you with. I will spank you with my hand for as long as I can, but I think it would be right that I use something else after that, which will help me make it a really hard spanking."
Tilly knew that was right because that was also how she had seen in her own mind how the spanking would go. She immediately stood up, went to the side cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out a wooden-backed hairbrush.
As Megan took hold of the hairbrush, she could see how that would hurt, a lot.
Tilly also explained, "Just so you know, Megan, whilst I might be a strict teacher at college, I really am a submissive. I would love nothing more than to be in a long-term relationship where my girlfriend lives with me, but I do everything for her, and, literally, whatever she tells me to do, I will do immediately. Whenever I don't, as she will have full disciplinary control, she will spank me again every single time."
Megan could tell Tilly stopped the explanation, although seemed to have more to say, probably to see her reaction. Encouraged, Megan said, "That sounds really cool, Tilly. It's a pity I'm not old enough to be that girlfriend you want."
Tilly blushed as she replied, "Megan, you are old enough because I think having to obey someone younger than myself greatly adds to my submissiveness."
Megan supposed she understood that, because her fantasy was to spank someone older than herself. In fact, once the fantasy did start, she had often thought about spanking Tilly, at least while she was known to her as Miss Jones. Megan replied, "That's quite funny, actually, Tilly, because my parents have gone travelling for three months, so I am by myself. I could move in here and control you."
Tilly was excited about that prospect, and replied, "That would be really great, Megan."
Megan wanted to say, yes, but decided, first things first, just in case this didn't go as planned. So, to delay answering the specific question about living with Tilly whilst her parents were away, but remaining the one in control, she said, "Let me give you your spanking, and then I will tell you afterwards."
Tilly was immediately obedient and said, "Yes, of course, Megan. Just tell me what you want me to do."
Megan went over to the dining table, turned a chair into the room, yanked her skirt right up her thighs, and sat down.
Glaring at Tilly, Megan rather liked the fact that she was in control. She decided to press Tilly, and so instructed, "I think that when someone my age spanks someone your age, you don't deserve any modesty whatsoever. Therefore, stand up and get undressed so you are fully naked, then stand in front of me with your hands on your head."
Tilly was getting excited as she listened to Megan's very authoritative tone of voice, which she knew was one of the reasons that she had fantasied about being disciplined by her. She had no problem obeying Megan, and started to get undressed.
Megan enjoyed watching Tilly stand up and unbutton her short-sleeved blouse, slide that down her arms, and put it on the sofa. She then put her arms behind her back, unclipped her bra, and, although blushing, but not stopping at all, slid the bra down her arms, caught it, and put that with her blouse. Her skirt quickly followed, and, finally, so did her knickers. After that, Tilly stood facing Megan, with her arms on top of her head. What was clear to Megan, was that Tilly was waiting for instructions and not making any assumptions on what should happen next.
Megan did like looking at Tilly's naked body, saw that she was slim'ish, had lovely voluptuous breasts, a relatively flat tummy, and clean-shaven pussy lips. She also noticed her clean-shaven armpits and legs. So obedient as well, Megan thought, and then thought she saw Tilly's sex juice dribbling down her thigh. Was she already turned on by the thought of being naked and about to be spanked? Maybe that was the case, given how she was the one who had asked to be spanked, and could quite easily have avoided that conversation.
Megan decided to get on with it, and in an authoritative tone of voice commanded, "Right, you naughty girl, get across my lap so I can spank your very naughty bottom." Of course, Megan knew that Tilly hadn't been naughty, at least not this time, but maybe there would be other times when she would give her a spanking because she was naughty, even if she didn't stay here for a few months.
Tilly loved that she was being so submissive, in a way she had never been before. She obediently followed Megan's instructions and went and stood by her side, looking down at Megan's thighs, and then quickly bent down, so her bottom was perched on Megan's bare thighs. She even liked it when Megan placed her hand on her bottom and rubbed in circles, and hoped the spanking was going to be every bit as hard as she had asked for, and, hopefully, even harder than that. After all, as she had never experienced a spanking herself, she didn't really know what to expect, but knew that a serious amount of tears had to be part of it.
As Megan rubbed Tilly's bare bottom, she knew that she had never been spanked herself before, nor seen anyone in real life be spanked, but, since realising that she wanted to give a spanking, she had looked at various spanking videos, and so had quite a good idea of how to give a spanking. So, first of all, she raised her hand and brought her palm down firmly on Tilly's bottom cheek, and watched as the bottom cheek surrendered to her hand, as did the other bottom cheek when she spanked that. She then proceeded to land spank after spank on alternate bottom cheeks, knowing that she needn't leave any particular gap between each spank, but just to do it methodically, landing her hand all over Tilly's gorgeous bare bottom.
As the spanking progressed, Tilly continued to enjoy being submissive. It did start to hurt more and more, though, and, as it did, she wondered why so many people were sexually aroused by being spanked. On the other hand, because so many people were aroused that way, she knew something would happen that would tell her that her feelings of submission, and wanting to be constantly disciplined, would turn her on. She certainly hoped so.
Megan continued to spank Tilly's bare bottom, turning it a nice shade of red. However, she recalled from those videos that the spanking could be intensified by spanking the same bottom cheek time and again, followed by spanking the other bottom cheek time and again. Therefore, she did that, and loved how Tilly let out louder and louder gasps, which, Megan realised, only made her more intent on landing even harder spanks.
Tilly was now struggling to cope, but was equally intent on staying across Megan's lap, making sure that only Megan made the decisions about what would happen throughout the punishment. Tilly didn't want to beg for Megan to stop, and, anyway, was a long way away from that, and the more Megan spanked her, the more Tilly wanted to obey Megan.
As well as spanking both bottom cheeks, Megan knew from those videos that she should be spanking the backs of Tilly's legs as well. When she did, she could see Tilly was struggling even more, letting out louder gasps of pain, but still stayed in place. Megan knew, that as much as she was enjoying spanking Tilly, that Tilly might not be enjoying the spanking, but was readily accepting it. Megan even wondered whether Tilly's sex juice was still dribbling out of her, but decided she wasn't yet ready to check that.
Megan remembered that she still had the hairbrush to use on Tilly's bottom. She knew she could always come back to using her hand, but stopped spanking Tilly, turned and picked up the hairbrush, turned back, then proceeded to spank Tilly's bottom with the hairbrush. The results were instantaneous, with Tilly now clearly crying and squirming around on her lap, but still remaining in place.
As the hairbrush spanked down time and again on her bottom, Tilly knew that all that she was feeling right then was pain. It wasn't horrific pain, but was what she hoped for from being punished like this. She knew that tears and a stinging bottom were both an essential part of a well-given spanking, loved the fact that Megan was doing this to her, probably even better than she could have hoped for, and she really did want it to happen again.
Tilly's thoughts about being spanked then stopped because she was quickly dissolving into uncontrolled crying, which was also what she wanted to experience. The pain took over, but still in a way that she wanted, and she really hoped that Megan was enjoying herself as well.
Megan was enjoying herself, and when she knew she was probably spanking Tilly rather harder than she needed to do, she knew this was an experience for both of them, and they could always discuss the rights and wrongs afterwards. Megan hoped that she was getting everything right, and, certainly from the way that Tilly was struggling and crying uncontrollably whilst staying across her lap, suggested to Megan that Tilly was okay with it.
Once Megan felt that she had spanked Tilly enough, she did stop, but happily left her across her lap, watching her body shake as she cried uncontrollably still. Megan noticed her hand stung, but what was brilliant was that her vulva was quivering as she sat back and watched Tilly crying, and that told her she was really aroused by giving the spanking.
When Tilly had calmed down, Megan smacked Tilly's bottom twice on each cheek, and then said, "Okay, Tilly, get up now, stand in front of me, and put your hands on your head again."
Tilly was relieved that the spanking was over, but soon enough she knew the stinging across her bottom was what she had hoped would happen. Happy to continue to obey Megan, she immediately pushed herself up, stood, faced Megan, and put her hands on her head. She knew that she would much prefer to rub her stinging bottom cheeks, but she wanted to obey Megan, who, hopefully, would be her new dominant partner. Would Megan want to? Tilly certainly hoped so.
As she stood there, totally naked in front of the fully, albeit skimpily, dressed, fabulously dominant teenager, Tilly was ecstatic when she felt her vulva quivering and knew she was right that being spanked was sexually arousing for her submissive nature.
Megan liked the way the tears were dribbling down Tilly's face, and she was sniffing back tears, but remained obedient. She remembered telling Tilly that her parents were away and that she could come and live here. Should she, she asked herself? She decided, quite quickly, that she would like to, so said, "You asked me to live here whilst my parents are away, and be your dominant girlfriend. After disciplining you as I have just done, I can see you need to be controlled, so I will come and live here for these three months, Tilly. During that time, you will do everything that I say. I will be in charge, you will be submissive, and you will be obedient. I will spank you again for even the slightest misdemeanour. I think we can make this work."
Tilly had really high hopes this relationship would happen, and work. She quickly replied, "Thank you so much, Megan. I will treat you with respect, be totally obedient, and not dispute any decision you make about needing to spank me again. I will do all of the housework and anything and everything you tell me to do, including my bedtime."
Megan said, "We will be sharing a bed, Tilly. You will be naked every night, and when I tell you to be naked during the day when we are alone in the house. I will want to know where you keep all of your wooden-backed hairbrushes, like the one I have just spanked you with. Make sure you have six placed where I tell you around the house."
Tilly listened to every instruction and told herself that she would get used to being told what to do by Megan very quickly. Tilly was so pleased that she had found a dominant partner, at least for the next three months, and thought the fact that Megan was just nineteen was a real plus.
Megan loved the fact that she would be the dominant partner in the relationship, where her partner was so many years older than herself. She now knew that that wasn't a dealbreaker by a long way, and probably being less than strict was more likely to cause the relationship to fail. She had no intention of that, and, in her mind, reckoned that she would aim to spank Tilly at least every other day.
There was one further test of Tilly's submission, and, as Megan stayed seated, she eased her thumbs into her knickers, pushed them down to the floor, kicked them off, then sat back, parted her legs, and instructed, "Say thank you to your dominant partner, Tilly. Do it."
This was just what Tilly had hoped for. She immediately knelt down between Megan's parted legs and kissed her inner thighs, passionately, edging kiss by kiss towards Megan's stretched pussy lips. As she started to kiss and lick Megan's pussy lips, she knew they were wet, which was clearly Megan's sex juice. How cool was that, Tilly told herself.
Megan loved the feel of Tilly's lips and tongue. It didn't take long at all for Megan to reach an orgasm, and bearing in mind that she was still a virgin, this was the best orgasm she had ever had.
Tilly loved how she had given Megan an orgasm, and, even after that, still gently kissed and licked her pussy lips. She knew, as the submissive, she couldn't ask for the same in return, but if Megan was going to live with her, even for just three months, she hoped that she would get plenty of orgasms herself in that time.
As she calmed down from her orgasm, Megan knew that she was the one in control, so, actually, there would be nothing wrong with giving Tilly her own orgasm. She therefore stood up and said, "You are now a good girl again, Tilly. So, sit down, and part your legs."
Tilly did exactly as she was told, as every good sub should, and she loved it when Megan knelt between her legs, kissed her inner thighs, and then kissed and licked her pussy lips. The fact that she quickly reached her own orgasm was just so fantastic. It told her, beyond any doubt, that Megan was exactly the right dominant girlfriend for her, and she would do everything she could to make the relationship last, like every sub needed to do, and she had every intention of doing that.
Tilly knew she still had to act out being the strict teacher when at work, but that was nothing compared to being the truly submissive woman she knew she really was.
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The Karens Ch. 01
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Transgender
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Karen:
'A middleclass girl or woman who is self-centred, overly entitled and excessively demanding and uses their class privilege to demand their own way.'
Chapter One - Tribes
Masons Peak High School, Minnesota -- Day One of Senior Grade
"Hello everyone and welcome to the first day of your last year in high school," Vice Principal Mary Applebee announced in her grating cheery voice.
"Not for some!" some rogue at the back of the auditorium called out.
"That will be enough Mister Billingham or it will be you who repeats a year," Ms Applebee said sternly.
"I'd like to introduce you to a new student who has recently moved to Masons Peak and will be joining the senior grade until graduation. Please welcome Alexandra Plessy," Alex Plessy stepped awkwardly to the front of the stage, virtually pushed there by Mary Applebee.
As is the ritual when a new teenage student joins a school, Alex was scrutinised by the various cliques. The boys were of course interested in her looks and body, the girls assessed her clothing critically and tried to decide if she would be competition for the their boyfriends while the goths, jocks, brainiacs, stoners, theatre geeks and the other tribes tried to assess where she might fit in.
The three Karens sitting together in the back row made their own critical assessment. Alex was tall, slim, small-breasted and had a face that was not conventionally pretty but some might think attractive. Her nose was a little crooked, she had a small gap between her front teeth and she had a small but prominent scar on her chin. Her straight mousy hair was cut in a bob and hung to her shoulders. She was wearing green leggings with a short red skirt over, black flats, a knitted, seamless black scoop-neck top and a red wool cardigan to stave off the cold as the fall chill had arrived early this year. Her makeup was minimal but she had used eyeliner and mascara to effectively enhance her emerald-green eyes which were her most striking feature and applied some gloss to her full sensuous lips. She wore no jewellery except for a fine gold chain and locket around her neck.
"Walmart," Constance Dupree whispered dismissively.
"Cheap," Felicity Lichfield huffed.
"Loser," Karen Allbright, the leader of the pack, made a show of studying her fingernails.
"A seven at best," Rick Macklin, Constance Dupree's boyfriend, whispered.
He was sitting in the row in front of The Karens with the other jocks, his feet up on the back of seat in front of him.
Constance Dupree leaned forward and clipped Rick across the ear.
"She's a fucking three... a four maybe!" Constance huffed.
Alex Plessy looked forlorn on the stage, staring out at her new peers who she knew were inspecting her. She couldn't wait to leave the stage and settle into the anonymity of academia. She had no interest in joining any cliques, gangs or cadres. Alex just wanted to complete her final year of high school, graduate and go to college.
Thankfully Vice Principal Applebee nodded dismissively at Alex and indicted that she should leave the stage. Alex found a seat near the wings of the auditorium and sat by herself. She listened to Mary Applebee drone on about the example that the seniors should set to the junior students and spoke about integrity, school spirit and inclusiveness. Alex wondered how much inclusiveness existed in the sea of white faces she had witnessed whilst standing on the stage. The students congregated together in their tribal clans and the small assemblage of minorities sat together in their ethnic groups.
With the assembly over the students rose out of their seats and began to make their way to their classes, the silence replaced with the dull roar of teenagers enthusiastically chatting to one and other. Alex studied her timetable and accompanying map that had been issued to her in her indoctrination package and made her way to the math classroom. She felt eyes on her as she made her way to a vacant desk towards the back of the room. This was to be expected being the 'new kid' although Alex was hardly a 'kid' as she had recently turned nineteen.
As she passed Constance Dupree's desk, Constance stuck out her foot and Alex stumbled over it.
"Watch where you're going Walmart," Constance quipped as Karen and Felicity sniggered at Alex's plight.
"Nice skirt girl. Is that real vinyl?" Felicity smirked.
It was a childish prank and Alex didn't respond to the sleight regarding her cheap skirt. She found a seat away from the three girls who were wearing designer jeans, expensive footwear and whose hair was stylishly coiffed. They were wearing far too much makeup and between them they smelled like the perfume counter at a Chanel store.
"Don't worry about the Karens. They're just testing you to see if you'll bite," a handsome young man with shoulder-length sandy hair whispered to her from two desks away.
He buried his nose back in his textbook and the class became silent when the tutor entered and began to address the assembled students.
Alex got through the rest of the day unscathed. Most of the classes were taken up with the teachers reviewing the curricula, setting first term assignments and reminding the seniors that they were now in their most important year of high school and the need to perform well academically if they wanted to get into a decent college. Alex sat by herself at lunch and politely declined offers from the emissaries sent by the cliques and tribes to go sit with them so they could bombard her with questions to see if she was a suitable candidate for membership.
When school was out Alex put aside the texts that she needed to study that evening and locked everything else in her locker. The texts went into her shoulder bag. She slung the strap over her shoulder as she made her way out of Masons Peak High School. Skipping down the wide stone steps she looked up and saw a red BMW convertible parked in the pickup zone.
"Fuck!" she whispered but made her way towards the vehicle with her head down.
"Hello sugar. I thought I'd surprise you with a visit and pick you up on your first day," Miles Davenport leaned over and opened the passenger door.
Alex climbed into the cherry-red M4 Cabrio and Miles took the opportunity to check out Alex's long legs as her skirt rode up. He put his hand on her knee as he pulled away from the curb.
"How was your first day?" Miles smiled at Alex and she returned the smile, suppressing a grimace as her uncle's hand slipped further up her leg until it was resting on her inner thigh.
Alex had been emancipated at sixteen when she came out to her parents as transgender. Alex's parents had suspected that their son was 'queer' for a long time and when they found girl's clothing and makeup secreted in his bedroom they confronted him. There had been a bitter battle when their son told them that Alex wanted to change their name from Alexander to Alexandra and present as female and wanted to commence gender reassignment therapy, hormone treatment and maybe even surgery. Alex's parents refused and hated it when Alex began started to openly wear androgynous clothing, walk and talk like a 'pansy' and began using feminine pronouns to describe herself.
Her uncle on her mother's side of the family, Miles Davenport, had swooped to the rescue and offered Alex the funds she needed to support herself and rented a small apartment for her near her school on the outskirts of Miami Florida. Alex's emancipation had been uncontested by her parents who shunned her and cut off all contact. Alex transitioned into a pretty teenage girl, fashion model tall with long shapely legs and with the help of medication and a little surgery developed curvy hips, a buxom bottom and perky breasts.
Alex's uncle paid for everything and his lawyers pushed the necessary paperwork through the legal system for Alex to legally change her gender. Miles provided her with a generous monthly stipend and a small car to go along with the rented apartment. Alex was extremely grateful for her uncle's unconditional support and generosity.
Miles Davenport had the decency to wait until Alex turned eighteen until he began to fuck his maternal niece.
Alex came home from school on her eighteenth birthday to find Miles sitting in her apartment and a stack of wrapped birthday presents piled on the kitchen counter. Miles greeted her not with his usual chaste kiss on the cheek and fatherly hug but with a full-on lip smacker and when he hugged her he squeezed her buttocks.
"Open this one first," he handed Alex a package.
She tore open the cheesy birthday wrapping and found that it contained a red chiffon babydoll negligée. The garment had a formed bralette, an attached loose-fitting skirt falling in length to the upper thigh and was trimmed with lace ruffles and spaghetti straps. Hardly the gift an uncle gave his niece.
There was also a pair of red satin panties and matching suspender belt and a pair of expensive Wolford fully-fashioned black stockings.
"Go put them on and wear these too," Miles handed her box, which when she opened it in her bedroom, contained a pair of red Jimmy Choo pumps with ridiculously high heels.
"Tone up the makeup and let your hair down," Miles was not asking; he was ordering.
Alex wasn't stupid. She had guessed that this day might come.
Her uncle wasn't Elon Musk rich but he counted his fortune in millions. She knew that he catted around with attractive young women and high-end callgirls and made no attempt to hide the fact that he did. Alex often found a bevy of young women not much older than herself partying at his estate, lounging around his pool in skimpy bathing suits and occasionally a pretty young call girl leaving his house just as she arrived to visit. But Miles had never made any inappropriate advances and was kind and generous to her.
She looked at the lingerie and heels that her uncle had given her for her birthday she realised that this was the price she was going to have to pay for her uncle's philanthropy. She might be emancipated but she was still at school and there was no way that Alex could make her grades whilst working enough hours to support herself. She knew that the apartment, the car and her generous allowance would all disappear if she didn't bow to his wishes.
Alex allowed herself a few minutes to be angry and then sad but most of all she was disappointed with her uncle. She was well aware that she was pretty and that her body was sensual. She had seen boys at school looking at her the way boys do when they find a girl desirable but none of them had made any advances. When she came out as trans she lost all of her friends and some of them were downright hostile. She was a loner at school. Most of the kids just couldn't get their head around the fact the boy they knew as Alexander was now a girl named Alexandra, especially when the therapies and surgeries began to change her appearance dramatically. School was almost unbearable but Alex was determined to complete her senior year and get into a good college.
Alex stripped and used the bathroom. Being a healthy teenage girl with a blooming libido Alex was sexually inquisitive but in the absence of male companionship Alex had purchased a sex toy and used it on herself while watching pornography. She knew the preparatory requirements before engaging in anal sex and she did what was necessary then she took a quick shower and applied the heavy makeup and let down her hair just as Miles had requested. Stepping into the lingerie, stockings and heels she looked at herself in the mirror and saw a girl similar to the ones she saw on the pornographic websites reflected back at her. She looked voluptuous, exotic and sexy and just wished it was one of the boys she fantasised about at school waiting for her in the adjoining room, not her uncle.
Alex was not comfortable wearing the provocative garments and unsteady on the absurdly high heels but when she walked awkwardly into the living room her uncle did not seem to notice her reticence. Miles had stripped naked and was sitting on the couch sporting a healthy erection. Her uncle was fit, tanned and goodlooking with perfectly coiffed dark hair. His personal trainer, personal chef, personal physician and stylist did their best to keep him looking young, fit and handsome. With the right amount of money anyone can be made to look attractive, Alex thought.
Fleetingly, Alex realised the hypocrisy of her thinking. Wasn't her own face and body the product of her uncle's wealth?
"You are magnificent Alex," Miles sighed and patted the seat cushion beside him indicating that she should join him.
Alex was resigned to her fate but was determined that she would not be in any way responsive or encouraging. If her uncle wanted to gratify himself on her body she would endure it stoically. During her English lesson today the word of the day had been
stoic
and the class had been given ten minutes to write down as many synonyms as possible and Alex recalled the list: unemotional, impassive, emotionless, apathetic, cool, passionless, undemonstrative, indifferent, calm, detached, numb, aloof, unmoved, expressionless, unconcerned, unflappable, passive, resigned, philosophic, and self-controlled. Alex would be all these things.
Alex lumbered toward the couch and sat down gracelessly. She was trying to be deliberately gawky, putting aside the hundreds of hours that she had put in painstakingly developing feminine mannerisms until they became instinctive. Miles seemed not to notice and was fixated on her body and when she was seated he fell on her like a lion on its prey.
He pressed her down onto the couch dragging her into the supine position and lay on top of her. He crushed his lips against hers and she tasted mouthwash and whisky when her uncle thrust his tongue into her mouth. She lay still as Miles' hands roamed her body, touching, fondling and exploring. He tweaked her nipples and despite her resolve to remain unstimulated they hardened to his touch. Alex convinced herself that it was just an automatic response; a reflex.
When his hands stroked her nylon-clad thighs and drifted upward across the front of her panties and she felt her cock begin to thicken, she opined that too was involuntary and she lay perfectly still and unresponsive.
"It's going to be like that is it?" Miles chuckled evilly.
"Well, we will see," he put his mouth on hers again and kissed her deeply, his tongue flittering in her mouth.
He pried her legs apart and lay between them and Alex felt his cock pressing against hers through the satiny panty material. He writhed his naked body on top of hers, his fingers stroking her nipples then drifting down her flanks to her legs where he caressed her thighs. His mouth was obscenely sensuous, his lips soft and inviting, his tongue exploring her mouth. Alex's pleasure centres lit-up and she fought hard to remain unresponsive.
"I was hoping we might spend some time over foreplay and I want to feel your mouth on my cock but if you're not going to play the game I'm just going to fuck you. I've dreamed of this for so long," Miles whispered lasciviously into her ear.
She felt his hand scampering around, searching for something between the cushions and then she felt him slide the gusset of her panties aside and a cool, slippery slave being applied to her anal opening. Miles kissed her again and this time his fingers, slick with the salve, slipped inside her panties and wrapped around her penis. He stroked it until it was tumescent and Miles put his mouth to her teats and used his lips, tongue and teeth on them until they engorged. Despite her unwillingness Alex was becoming uncontrollably aroused. Miles slipped a finger inside her anus and she gasped. He wriggled it around a little and then had the audacity to remove it and sniff it.
"Good. Nice and clean," he chuckled and began to kiss and fondle her again.
Alex hated herself for becoming concupiscent but her body was betraying her. Her nipples were tingling, her penis afire, her legs ached from where Miles had stroked her silken-clad thighs. He kissed her again and she could feel the want and the need in him, her unresponsiveness only served to fuel his ardour. She felt his cock wriggle between her buttocks and she tensed and screwed her eyes shut.
Despite his eagerness Miles took his time deflowering his niece and Alex hated him for it. She would have preferred that he painfully ravish her, causing her pain and discomfort so that she no longer felt so sexually aroused. Instead Miles slipped just the head of his thick, meaty prong inside her sphincter causing Alex to wince but the pain was soon replaced with sparklets of pleasure. Miles kept kissing her, working his mouth sensuously on hers, his fingers stroking her nipples then drifting down across her belly to her thighs where he caressed the pale sensitive flesh above her stocking tops.
When he was satisfied that Alex was no longer feeling discomfort he began to slide his engorged manhood inside her tight, slick anus. Alex felt Miles' fill her rectal void, the pliability and dexterity of his thick, veiny appendage far superior to the silicon imitation that she kept in her top drawer. Her uncle's cock was animated and responsive. She could feel it throb inside her, his steady heartbeat palpable as the veins along the trunk of his manhood pulsed with life.
Her sphincter radiated waves of delectation, the walls of her anus were afire with delight and a deep resonance emanated from her prostate.
Then Uncle Miles began to fuck her.
He kissed her with unbridled passion and his hands found every part of her that could be stimulated as his steely cock slid slowly in and out of her back passage. Alex's body was ablaze with wantonness and desire as she lay underneath him trying her hardest not to respond to her uncle's unwanted ministrations. His attack was overwhelming, accomplished and calculated. Miles was an expert lover and he was using his expertise and prowess in order to breach Alex's defences.
Alex surrendered.
She let out a guttural moan and wrapped her arms around her uncle's broad shoulders and lifted her legs and crossed her ankles behind the small of his back. She returned his kisses, locking her mouth on his, driving her tongue into his mouth as she writhed underneath him, pressing her aching cock against his hard belly as she forfeited her integrity for carnality.
Miles cupped her buttocks and lifted them off the cushion so he could ram every millimetre of his aching cock inside his pretty niece and smiled as he felt her stocking-sheathed limbs rub against his flanks, her heels scour his lower back and her fingernails rake his shoulders as she encouraged him to fuck her harder and faster. She gasped into his mouth and he felt her cock judder against his belly and then her panties became saturated with her essences. Her creamy issue smeared his belly and her orgasm triggered his own.
He pressed Alex down into the cushions and jackhammered his cock in and out of her tight sheath, feeling it ripple and undulate as Alex's anus responded to her climax, milking him, extracting his seed. Alex felt her uncle's cock judder inside her and sensed his hot buttery juices filling her void, driving her climax to an unprecedented summit. She had never felt so overwhelmed with desire and gratification.
Miles lay on top of Alex gasping, trying to recover from the exertion, his body still responsive to the gorgeous young woman who lay beneath him. Her ardour was sated and he was aware that Alex was feeling post-coital regret but he had no sympathy for her. If she was one of his whores, he would simply recompense her with cash but his hold over Alex was far stronger. She depended on him.
Now that her lust was satiated Alex felt dirty. She felt like a prostitute who had surrendered her virtue for privilege. There was nothing she could do to redeem her integrity; the deed was done. Miles climbed off her and walked over to the kitchen counter and unwrapped another of her presents. It was a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and he poured a generous amount into two glasses.
Alex sat on the couch with her arms wrapped around herself defensively, looking forlorn.
"Hey princess, I paid for those tits, that fine ass and that pretty face and I intend to take full advantage of them," Miles growled.
"Grow up and stop being a baby. You still have your freedom but every now and then I'm going to drop by and collect on my debts. You can go home to mommy and daddy or go live in a flophouse while you toil away at some shitty job or you can enjoy everything I've given you," Miles took a gulp of his drink.
"Don't worry I'll only drop by occasionally and I'll give you plenty of warning. You be nice to Uncle Miles and he'll be nice to you," he sauntered over to the couch and thrust the drink at Alex.
She took a beat to think about it and then she snatched the glass from his hand and downed the contents in one gulp.
"Good girl! Now lets go unwrap the rest of your presents and then we can retire to the bedroom and see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours," Miles kissed Alex on the cheek and she used her all of her resolve not to flinch.
Alex had made a deal with the devil and now she had to pay her dues.
For six months Alex lived like a concubine. She attended classes, did her homework, did her community service to gain extra credits, kept house and tended to her uncle's sexual needs when he demanded it. His visits were infrequent and he would call or text her beforehand providing specific instructions about how she should dress for him, often sending her pictures or links to websites or even sending her packages of clothing for her to wear when he visited.
Alex endured her uncle's advances and try as she might to remain disconnected during his visits, Miles was an accomplished lover and she always found herself succumbing to his needs and actively participating. She hated herself for it but considered it the price she had to pay for her emancipation and lavish lifestyle. She knew that her uncle was exercising coercive control over her but she was willing to submit to him until she had the means to break free of his hold on her.
Her aspirations were shattered however when the very conservative PTA and School Board met and passed a resolution stating that
'A person's sex is an immutable biological trait and that students must use the bathrooms, locker rooms and other facilities that reflect their birth gender and must dress accordingly'
. The resolution went further than the legislation recently passed by the state and effectively barred Alex and any other trans students attending the school unless they presented as the same sex as defined on their original birth certificates.
Alex was at first devastated but then she realised that an opportunity had presented itself that could free her from Miles' jackboots. She scoured the internet looking for schools in places considered 'trans friendly' and settled on Masons Peak High School in Masons Peak Minnesota. It was a very good school with a liberal outlook. That was the good news.
The bad news was that the school was unwilling to take in students halfway through their senior year. Alex would have to repeat her last year of high school, also the school fees were quite exorbitant.
The better news was that Minnesota was a long way from Florida where Miles Davenport had most of his business interests. He owned casinos, hotels, shopping malls and a golf course or two. His office was located in a gleaming tower in Miami as was his luxury beachfront estate.
Miles tried everything to keep Alex from moving to Minnesota. He told her that she could quit school and come work for him or even just forget about employment and live in Miami in an expensive condo with everything she needed paid for by him. When that didn't work he threatened to cut her off and leave her destitute but Alex was determined that she would complete high school and get a degree. She wanted her independence.
Alex did everything she could think of to cajole her uncle into agreeing with her plan. She did things for him in the bedroom that disgusted her, she was overly affectionate, she promised that once she finished her schooling she would come work for him in Miami and be at his beck and call. She told him that Masons Peak wasn't that far away, a four hour flight in his private jet, and she would continue to provide him the same services she had been providing for him in Miami.
They reached a compromise. Miles would use his money, his contacts and his lawyers to secure a place for Alex at Masons Peak High School, pay her accommodation and tuition fees and continue to provide a stipend for her to live comfortably. He even agreed to use his influence and money to persuade the Principal to enrol Alexandra as a cis female student and keep her trans identity a secret from the faculty and the student body. Alex did not want to face the discrimination and segregation she had felt at her previous school. She knew that although Masons Peak High School was progressive and inclusive, that some people harboured prejudices.
But Miles was vindictive. It was his way of punishing Alex for going to live so far away from him. He rented her a small one-bedroom townhouse apartment, took away her car and reduced her allowance. She would not by any means be living in poverty but her lifestyle would be frugal compared to how she was living in Miami.
When Alex moved to Masons Peak she changed her appearance. She started wearing clothing purchased at chain stores and packed away her designer labels. She toned down her makeup and straightened and coloured her hair. Gone were the perfectly coiffed, blonde locks, replaced by an unfashionable light brown bob with bangs. She did not want to draw attention to herself. She wanted to blend into the background and concentrate on her studies.
When Miles picked her up outside of Masons Peak High School after her first day of school his smile concealed a grimace. As his hand wandered under the cheap red vinyl skirt and began to fondle her thigh he couldn't help but comment.
"You look like a pauper. I know that I cut your allowance but you look cheap, dour and unattractive," Miles sniped.
"Exactly the look I was going for Uncle Miles but you still seem to be unable to keep your hands off me," Alex replied cattily.
"When I get you home I want you to fix your makeup and get into something alluring. I'm only here for one night and I want to make the most of it," Miles' hand slipped between her legs and stroked her pubis.
"You're tucked really well Alex which is just as well. We don't want everyone to know that you're a tranny now do we?" Miles growled.
Miles knew that Alex hated being called a 'tranny' and she knew that he was taunting her. She refused to bite and let him paw her all the way home. He insisted on opening the door for her and following behind her when she got out of the car so he could look up her skirt at her fine ass encased in the green leggings. When they got inside he pushed Alex against the kitchen breakfast bar and began to kiss and maul her even as she shucked off her shoulder bag.
"Just let be get ready and change Uncle Miles. I'll wear that negligée you like with the satin panties, heels and I'll slutty-up my makeup," Alex tried to twist free of his grasp.
Miles did not reply. His mouth was on hers and he ripped off her cardigan and tore open the scoop-neck top, exposing her brassiere. He slipped his hands inside and caressed her breasts through the lace cups, feeling her nipples harden to his touch. Alex struggled to break free, but as tall and lithe as she was she no match for Miles' muscled bulk.
He spun her around and pressed his crotch into her buttocks and pried her breasts free of her brassiere and pawed at them, flicking her nipples until they were fully engorged. His crotch rubbed against her buttocks insistently and she felt his cock become fully engorged.
"Stop! Let me change and prepare myself for you," Alex pleaded, still struggling.
Miles kept one hand on her breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingertips while the other journeyed down her body to her hip. He rested it there and twisted Alex's head so that he had access to her mouth and he kissed her passionately, almost painfully, crushing his lips against hers, nipping her tongue with his teeth.
"Let me go!" Alex cried.
She hated that Miles had made her nipples sing with unbridled pleasure and that she felt his cock pressing against her ass exhilarating. She hadn't had sex since she had moved to Masons Peak and it was easy for Miles to arouse her despite her reticence.
"I can't wait," Miles growled into her mouth.
His fingers circled her pert buttocks sliding over the spandex leggings, slipping between her legs to stroke her cock trapped along her perineum. She could smell his expensive cologne and scotch whisky and the scent of him reminded her of all the things he had done to her and all the things she had done to him and she couldn't stop herself from becoming erect. The feel of his cock pressing into her the crease between her buttocks ignited her lust despite her efforts to control it.
"I'm not clean Miles," Alex gasped in an effort to dissuade him or at least get him to settle for a blowjob.
Miles's weight lifted off her and for a second Alex thought that Miles was acquiescing to her desire to let her get ready for him and breathed a sigh of relief but it was short-lived. He stopped pressing his crotch into her ass and for a minute and she thought that he was capitulating but instead he pushed down on her back and yanked her skirt down exposing her curvaceous buttocks clad in the skintight leggings.
"Miles no!" Alex cried, exasperated at Miles's insistence.
"You know the deal Alex and you haven't paid me for quite a while," Miles grunted as he yanked at the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down to the top of her thighs.
Her microfiber high-cut panties followed and Alex's cock sprang free. Her testes descended and filled her scrotal sac now that her genitals were untucked.
Alex's face was pressed into the countertop as Miles used all his weight to hold her down bent over the counter and he kicked her feet apart. Miles released her but she heard the ominous sound of his zipper and then Miles gripped her hips and pressed his cock between her buttocks. Now that she was no longer pressed down into the countertop she made one last valiant effort to shake herself free but it was too late.
Miles pressed his glans into her sphincter and Alex hissed and gyrated her buttocks to prevent him entry. Alex constricted her sphincter as Miles tried to force his way inside her. Miles was frustrated and he searched the countertop and spied a little ceramic olive oil dispenser.
"This will work perfectly," he sniggered and dribbled the viscous liquid down the cleft of her buttocks, holding Alex still as he did so.
With her anus and his cock suitably anointed Miles slid his cock slid into Alex's rectum easily and pushed it all the way inside her until his groin nestled in Alex's soft, pillowy buttocks. He gripped her hips and held Alex still, trying to suppress the orgasm that threatened to erupt as her tight sphincter constricted around the base of his penis and her rectal muscles clutched at his shaft and glans, trying to expel his phallus.
But Alex knew that the fight was over and she surrendered. Miles would have to deal with the consequences of entering her unclean because as soon as his cock forced her sphincter to relax and his glans pressed on her prostate her desire overcame her reluctance. Her cock began to dribble pre-ejaculate as ripples of pleasure spread from her rectum to her groin.
She pushed back against him.
"Come on then Miles, fuck your niece. Take your pound of flesh!" Alex wriggled her buttocks.
Miles held Alex by the hips and began to slam his cock in and out of her tight passage, the sensation was overwhelming. Her anus caressed his cock in a velvet grip and her oil-spattered bottom squirmed against his groin when he fully impaled her.
"You are such a whore!" Miles hissed and fucked Alex with a series of long deep thrusts.
Alex hated being called a whore more than she hated being called a tranny. They were controlling derogatory words that Miles often used in the throes of lust to demean her. But despite that, her senses became overloaded with the intensity of the frenzied assault. Her cock throbbed and her anus palpitated as she felt Miles expressing himself deep inside her. Her buttocks ground against his groin as his glans pushed on her prostate and caused her to cry out at the intensity of the pleasure that her uncle had wrestled from her body. Ropes of semen erupted from her throbbing cock. She whipped her hand back and forth along her shuddering cock as her juices spattered on the floor.
Miles held onto Alex tightly as she shuddered and bucked against him. His cock felt like it was about to burst and then he experienced the sweet release of orgasm as his seed spewed forth from his quivering manhood. He savoured his victory. Alex had fought him valiantly and then surrendered utterly to him.
He held onto her tightly as he ejaculated every ounce of his essence deep inside her, the cloying stench of her musky semen invaded his nostrils and Miles knew that Alex had climaxed. His fingers dug into her hips as he deposited the last of his spend inside her warm, tight channel.
Alex stayed bent over, her breathing haggard, her body aching as Miles pulled his cock out of her with an audible plop. She felt the mess he had made dribble down her thighs. The piquancy of olive oil, semen and a tinge of feculence drifted upward from her crotch and she reached down and pulled her panties up tightly and then her leggings. She made her way to the bathroom where she stripped, douched and took a long hot shower. She could wash the skirt and leggings but the dirty panties and ripped top would go in the trash.
She could hear Miles crashing around her apartment searching for glasses, uncorking the bottle of vodka he had brought to her apartment and she resigned herself to a night of debauchery as she opened drawers and closets to retrieve the sexy lingerie that he liked her to wear and then she sat down at the vanity to put on a whore's makeup.
She woke up alone the next morning. Miles had left in the early hours to fly back to Miami. Alex lay under the comforter and for the thousandth time wondered why her uncle was so fascinated by her. With his vast wealth he could easily add a pretty young transgender girl or two to his harem. Girls who were prettier than Alex. Girls who were willing to do almost anything for money.
She figured that it was his controlling nature. Miles had known Alex since birth and began grooming her at sixteen when he rescued her from her mother and father and helped her when she came out as trans. When she turned eighteen and he began to use her sexually she could have left him but by then she was dependent on him. An eighteen year old transgender girl with no means of support and no family network had few options. Many turned to the porn industry or prostitution or lived in squalor and there was no way that she could continue her education.
Alex knew that Miles got off on their turbulent relationship. He liked it when she was reluctant to do the things he liked to do to her and he loved it when she fought back. She knew that it really excited him when Alex finally succumbed to her own desire and she surrendered to him and wallowed in the pleasure that he eked out of her. She was virtually his prisoner but she was a willing prisoner. She could leave at any time. This led her to think about why she endured the things he did to her and why she begrudgingly felt affection for him and sometimes missed him when he wasn't around.
She didn't want to go there and decided that it was enough introspective self-psychoanalysis for one day and she leapt out of bed ready to begin her second day of school. She was a nineteen year old young woman with one year of high school to complete. She was living comfortably without the distractions that plagued most girls her age. She just needed to graduate with good grades, get into a good college, get her degree and she could finally be free to do whatever she wanted.
For some reason The Karens took delight in bullying Alexandra Plessy and Alex didn't really know why. She kept to herself and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible but not to the point where it would affect her grades. She was a high achiever and competitive by nature. This is what infuriated Karen Allbright.
Karen came from a wealthy family and her parents were at the pinnacle of Masons Peak society. Her father was president of Masons Peak Community Bank, a member of the town council, sat on the board of the country club where he was captain of the golf club and he was revered as a civic leader. He also had final say on which student would be endowed with a college trust fund awarded annually by the bank, usually to a student of good character with a high academic record but financially challenged. Karen's mother was a member of all the right committees and she and her friends were 'ladies who lunch' and organised most of the town's festive events; a socialite with the perfect husband, perfect house and perfect daughter. She kept herself trim with hot yoga and spin classes. Fucking the yoga instructor on the side was an additional workout in itself.
Karen was the girl that all the other girls at school wished they could be. She came from a wealthy family, she was pretty with a stunning body, she was intelligent, athletic, head cheerleader, a thespian and she was dating the handsome starting quarterback for the Mason's Peak Bobcats. She had carefully selected Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield to join her clique in junior high because they had similar qualities to her and came from the same background. She was aware that the other students referred to them as 'The Karens' and she relished their jealousy, their adoration and the distain of those who didn't like her but wouldn't dare say so.
What pissed Karen Allbright off was that Alexandra Plessy was unique. She played no role in schoolground politics and remained aloof. Karen had already investigated Alex as much as any girl in her position could. Alex had no online identity. She didn't have a profile on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, Google, YouTube, TikTok or any other sites frequented by teens. She lived alone in a modest apartment paid for by a company based in Miami Florida. Felicity Lichfield's father owned the real estate company that managed the apartment block and she had checked the records.
Karen had Constance Dupree bribe a computer nerd named Colin Brentman to infiltrate the school's personnel records but he found that Alexandra Plessy's personal file was locked. He found her previous school's 'school transcript' summarising the courses she had taken, the grades she attained and other relevant academic data but nothing about her personal life. All the Karens knew about Alex was that she came from Florida, was nineteen years old and because Alex didn't discuss her personal life there was little else to know. Alex Plessy was an enigma and Karen hated enigmas. What also pissed Karen off was that Alex was a high achiever. Alex's grades were in the top percentile, she was athletic and had also enrolled in the school's drama class, all of which were Karen's Allbright's domain.
Another thing that really pissed Karen off was that Alex was stunning. Despite of, or maybe because of Alex's efforts to dress down, wear her hair in an unflattering colour and downplay her good looks, she couldn't completely hide the fact that she was unconventionally attractive and had a great body. Her very dowdiness stood out in a school where the girls primped themselves and competed with each as to who was the most attractive. Alex's insistence on solitude made her stand out and piqued people's interest.
There were sixty three students enrolled in the senior year at Masons Peak High that year. Most were aged eighteen, there were a few nineteen-year-olds and single twenty-year-old who had been held back due to an extended illness. Sixty three was not that many students by national standards but Masons Peak High was a private school and located in an area with a small catchment area. It was hard to remain anonymous amid a group that small and what Alex didn't realise was that by remaining detached and presenting herself as unappealing it had the opposite effect to what she wanted. The other girls were curious and the boys could tell that she was trying to mask her attractiveness and hide a killer body under those unflattering, cheap garments.
Masons Peak High maintained a physical education program through all grades and as much as Alex loved to exercise and play sports it was the activity that engendered the highest risk of exposing her true identity. She was not concerned about exposing her breasts to the other girls in the locker room. Miles had sent Alex to the best cosmetic surgeon money could buy and the surgeon had used transaxillary incisions, also known as the armpit cut, when he performed Alex's breast augmentation surgery, a procedure that left no tell-tale scars.
The individual shower stalls in the girls locker room featured floor to ceiling walls and doors so there was little chance of being exposed there and Alex's tuck was so perfect that she could present with a perfect Vee. When she wore skirts or dresses Alex wore tucking panties to keep everything in place. The girls in the senior grades wore lycra tights and sports tops to PE and put their hair in ponytails. When Alex wore her sports tights she didn't need her tucking panties. But the form-fitting tights and figure-hugging top exposed Alex's physique and teenage girls and teenage boys always scrutinised each other to find faults.
In her PE uniform Alex looked stunning. Her perky breasts, slim waist, wide hips, pert buttocks and long shapely legs were on display for all to see. She tried to hide her body under an oversized tee-shirt but she had to take it off for the more strenuous activities.
"I've decided that this academic year our project is to haze Alexandra Plessy," Karen Allbright announced to her small coven when they met in her bedroom on the Saturday after the third week of school.
"Any particular reason?" Felicity Lichfield asked.
"I just don't like her. There's something about her. Don't you think it's suspicious that she lives by herself and has no family in town? She doesn't mix and she thinks her shit doesn't stink," Karen huffed.
The Karens could usually care less about losers. They considered themselves elite and looked down their noses at those they considered below their social status. They kept their vindictiveness and contempt for girls they considered competition. Girls who hovered on the fringe of their little clique hoping in vain to be accepted by The Karens and were easily crestfallen by a snarky comment or who swooned when a compliment was tossed their way. Most of these girls craved for The Karens' approval and those who knew that were unworthy stayed well away from them and revered them from afar. Alexandra Plessy had committed the cardinal sin: she ignored them.
"Rick said she was a seven. A
seven
for fucks sake! I was blowing him in his car yesterday and he asked me what I thought of the new girl. I nearly bit his cock off!" Constance Dupree hissed.
"Denton said she has a great ass and perky tits! That lanky skank with her ugly face, shitty hair and Walmart fashion sense!" Felicity added.
"She's in my drama class and I can tell that Mister Vogel has taken a shine to her and the bitch nearly outran me at the cross country last week. She needs to learn her place. I let Chad fuck me in my cheerleader uniform yesterday, you know he gets hot for me when I wear it, and I told him it could be a regular thing is he agreed to help. He gave me an idea for Monday's cross country tryouts," an evil grin formed on Karen's face.
On Monday morning Alex was on the starting line for the six kilometre cross county event which started on the sprint track and led out through the stadium into Masons Peak Forest Reserve which backed onto the school. The boys had already started as they were running eight kilometres. The track was about five meters wide through the forest to allow competitors to pass others during the race but narrowed in places to pass between large fir trees. The track and the turnaround points were clearly marked.
Karen had taken off the baggy t-shirt that she normally wore over her spandex crop top because despite the cool conditions she would heat up during the race and in previous races the baggy shirt had caught on branches in some of the narrow spaces between the conifers. On the outward leg Alex was leading with Karen Allbright hot on her tail but both young women were conserving energy for the sprint to the finish.
Alex was approaching a sharp bend where the track constricted to its narrowest point to pass between two firs and she accelerated to pass between the trees ahead of the other competitors because she knew that the women's turnaround point was just around the bend and she wanted to be in front of the pack on the return leg. She also knew that the inward bound boys would pass the outward bound girls on their return leg on the straight that led into that final bend.
Suddenly her feet flew out from under her and Alex was airborne and she landed painfully facedown on the forest floor. At first she thought that she had tripped over a protruding root or an errant stone on the track but the pain in her shins belayed that thought. Her left knee was throbbing, the pain quite intense and she rolled over and clutched at her knee.
"Clumsy cunt!" Karen Allbright hissed as she breezed past Alex and Alex was sure that she saw a smile on Karen's face.
Alex heard a rustle in the undergrowth next to the track and a cackle of evil girl's laughter and then footsteps and the creaking of branches as someone scurried away through the thicket. Constance Dupree and Felicity Lichfield were fleeing the scene, holding onto the spool of sixty pound fishing line that they had stretched across the track at ankle height and pulled taunt between the firs just as Alex approached.
Alex lay on her back and triaged herself as the rest of the pack ran past her, none of them stopping to help. She had put out her palms to break her fall and she could feel the superficial cuts and abrasions on her hands. Her legs still worked but her left knee was throbbing and when she explored it with her fingers they came away bloody. Then she heard the cries of exertion and the pounding of sprinting feet approaching. The men's race was on their return leg and Alex curled into a ball and rolled sideways off the track so as not to impede them or become trampled. She covered her head and closed her eyes.
The pack of young men ran past her either not seeing her or not caring, their competitive spirit driving them. When Alex opened her eyes she was surprised to see a pair of Nike running shoes, short ankle socks and a pair of male calves clad in black sports tights in her eyeline. She looked up to see the handsome young man with shoulder-length sandy hair who had spoken to her the first day in math class bending over her with a look of concern on his face.
"Are you ok?" he asked and Alex blushed; she felt like a klutz.
"I'm fine. I tripped over my own feet or a branch or something," she was able to sit up and saw that her knee was skinned.
"Let me take a look," the boy still looked concerned but Alex was determined to stand and frustrated when she couldn't.
"Keep still and let me look at that leg," the young man's tone was authoritative but gentle.
He knelt down beside her and looked into her eyes looking for signs of concussion and noting that Alex appeared alert and fully responsive he looked for obvious signs of injury and focussed on her left leg where her tights were torn and her bloody knee exposed. He lightly examined her leg looking for physical signs that a bone might be broken, like severe bruising or swelling or a deformity or an unnatural bend.
"Looks like you just skinned your knee but it's starting to swell so you need to get it looked at. Let me see your hands," he reached for Alex's hands and turned them palm up.
"Let me just do this..." Alex winced when the young man pulled a splinter out of the flesh of her left palm.
The young man turned his attention back to her legs and gently examined her right leg checking to see if there was any damage. In other circumstances the feel of his fingers running up and down her spandex-clad leg might be appealing but Alex just felt embarrassed and clumsy.
"Let's see if we can get you to your feet," the young man bent down and put Alex's arm around his shoulder.
Alex put her other hand out and pressed it against the trunk of the fir to help as the boy helped her to her feet. The boy was about the same height as Alex with a slim but muscular frame. He was dressed in men's sports tights and a tank-top with his number pinned to the front and back. He smelled faintly of deodorant but the smell of his sweat was strong; not unpleasant, just manly and slightly tangy. His hip was pressed against hers and his face was inches away. He had a sharp jawline and chin, brown eyes with long lashes and thick eyebrows. His mouth was generous, his lips were sensual and his nose was rather large but proportional to his face. His skin was tanned and smooth and he had a stubbled beard.
She could feel the strength of him as he took most of her weight. Alex let go of the tree and she stumbled and fell into his arms. He caught her easily and they stood face to face, her body pressed into his. When he smiled her heart flipped a little.
"I've got you Alex," the boy helped Alex regain her balance and she stood beside him with her arm still over his shoulder for support.
Alex was flushed but the boy remained cool and unperturbed.
"You know my name," Alex said, unsure of what else to say.
"Everyone knows your name. You're the new chick in school so everyone is curious about you. Now let's see if you can walk. I'm Mitch by the way. Mitch Bellingham," he took a pace forward and Alex followed suit.
She was unable to put all of her weight on her left leg and the step was more of a hop and she leaned heavily into Mitch. They took five steps more before Mitch stopped them.
"Look this is going to take forever and even if one of the other runners reports your accident, help is going to have to walk in," Mitch said.
With that and without further warning he picked Alex up in his arms and began to carry her down the trail. She locked her wrists around his neck and let him. It was like some sort of fairytale. Mitch was the white knight and she was the damsel in distress. She felt comfortable in his arms although she was still embarrassed that she had tripped and had to be carried out of the woods. Mitch did all the talking and he spoke about the common courses they were taking, about some of the teachers and about the local scene in Mason's Peak while Alex listened attentively, very aware of the feel of Mitch's body.
About a klick and half before they got to the stadium the on call medical team arrived and Mitch put Alex down and helped them put her in a stretcher.
Alex smiled up at him wanly as he clicked the fastening around her upper body closed.
"Sorry I was a pain and prevented you from finishing the race. I'll find some way to repay you," Alex whispered still feeling very sheepish.
"You bet you will," Mitch leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek and then sprang to his feet and ran off down the track before she could even register surprise.
Alex was on crutches for two days before she was able to get around without them. Because she hadn't finished the race she had not made the cross county team but of course Karen Allbright had finished first and been made the women's team captain. When she got home after the accident and removed her tights Alex found abrasions just above both of her ankles and realised that she had been hobbled. The scurrying noises she had heard in the undergrowth next to track and Karen Allbright's contemptuous smile confirmed her theory but she had no hard evidence and there was nothing she could do about it. The Karens smirked at her knowingly in the hallways and cafeteria. Now that they had ousted her from the cross country team maybe they would leave her alone.
But the hazing continued. Nothing quite as monstrous as the hobbling in the woods but annoying and embarrassing roguery that set Alex's nerves on edge and served to remind Alex that the Karens hadn't finished with her. One Sunday in the early hours of the morning she was awakened by a car revving its engine continually outside her window and loud heavy metal music screaming from the speakers. When she opened her door she found a pile of empty liquor bottles, beer cans and pizza boxes dumped on her doorstep. Chad Pemberton's Mustang sped off in a squeal of tyres and a cloud of blue smoke. She went inside and back to bed but as soon as she fell asleep the car returned, revving its engine and hooting its horn and blaring out death metal. This continued until dawn. The neighbours either side of her reported Alex to the residents committee and she was issued a warning.
A pair of 'granny panties' with shit stains in the rear was found hanging in the girl's locker room with her name stencilled in the waistband. Her locker was broken into and a bag of human excreta deposited inside. Unsubstantiated rumours were spread about her at school: she was a dyke, she had been expelled from her last school for being a slut, she'd had a baby and adopted it out, she would trade sexual favours for completed homework assignments.
Fake profiles appeared on Tinder and Zoost. Alex could see that the profile pictures of her had been taken at school. The pictures were just head and body shots, nothing profane but the accompanying text was explicit. Her bicycle was stolen and when she replaced it and fitted a locking device, she found her tyres punctured.
Alex treated the bullying and inane pranks as a nuisance more than anything else and refused to be drawn into conflict with The Karens whom she was sure were behind the hazing. She had a number of options open to her: she could report the bullying to the school counsellor, welfare officer or the Principal but she had no actual proof that The Karens were behind it. There were helplines where she could report the cyberbullying but the online profiles disappeared after a week.
If she really wanted to eke revenge she could tell Uncle Miles, whom she was sure had contacts who could reign down terror on The Karens in ways that would probably scar them for life but she decided not to. She was indebted enough to her predatory uncle.
Alex chose to do nothing. She just wanted the bullying to stop, keep her head down and graduate with a decent GPA. Those boys who were stupid enough to believe the rumours that she was loose were served short thrift and sent packing with their tails between their legs when they approached her but most of the senior year knew that the rumours were false and spread by The Karens.
Alex finally confronted The Karens one day in the cafeteria.
"What do you want Walmart?" Constance Dupree hissed.
"No. That's my question to you," Alex directed her response to Karen Allbright.
"I've been humiliated and nobody likes me now, if they ever did. I'm an ugly duckling and no threat to you. What more is there to be gained by bullying me," Alex looked Karen in the eyes.
Karen ruminated for a minute before she replied.
"Okay, you're obviously a spineless softy but I guess at least you didn't go snitching. You know the old saying... snitches get stitches. You're not worth the effort now that you know your place. Keep out of our way and we'll keep out of yours," Karen replied dismissively.
Alex turned and left realising that anything else she might say could might jeopardise the truce she had negotiated.
"So is that it?" Felicity Lichfield asked their leader.
"Far from it but we leave her alone for now. We need to think up something really big and surprise her with it when she least expects it," Karen gave her two compatriots an evil grin.
Alex received a text from her uncle advising her that he would be visiting her over the weekend and that he would be arriving early Saturday evening and would be taking her out to dinner that night. A red satin evening gown was delivered to her home address the same day as the received the text with instructions for her to be wearing it when Miles arrived.
This was a departure from Miles' modus operandi which was to keep their relationship secret. Even when she lived close to him in Florida he seldom took her out on the town. When they did go out they presented as an uncle and niece platonically enjoying each other's company. A day at the beach followed by lunch at a swank North Beach hotel, maybe a movie or a visit to the markets or a shopping spree, nothing more than any caring uncle might do with his young niece.
The only time that Miles had behaved inappropriately was once when he took her hiking in the Miami Whitewater Forest. She was wearing spandex sports tights and a crop top and walking ahead of him and Miles had been unable to take his eyes off her ass. Miles had dragged her into a secluded clearing, pulled down her tights and sodomised her up against a tree.
But this was a bold move on his behalf. Miles had booked a table at the Masons Peak Country Club for eight and Alex wondered what his motive was. Was it a public display of his power and patronage, a way for him to show off his niece and a warning to others to stay away from her? If that was the case he need hardly have bothered, the only person with whom she had a passing relationship with was Mitch Bellingham who was playing it cool and might nod at her in the corridor or say hello to her in class but that was all.
Mitch had not followed up on his promise to her that she would have to somehow repay him for rescuing her during the cross country race and the kiss on the cheek was nothing more than a pleasant memory.
Alex had no choice but to glamourise herself, Miles would expect nothing less of her. She went to a hair salon on Saturday morning and the stylist put in some highlights and turned her straight mousy hair into a wavy, layered, shoulder-cut coif. Alex prepped herself with a cleansing saline solution, took a long relaxing bubble bath and then went to work on her face. Gone was the subdued minimal makeup that she wore to school and around town. She gave herself smoky eyes, rouged her cheekbones and put two coats of ruby-red matte lipstick on her full lips. She took some time to shape her nails and apply the same shade nailpolish as her lipstick.
The evening gown fitted her like a sheath and if not for the thigh-high side-split she would hardly have been able to walk in it. Her plan had been to wear glossy fleshtone stay-up stockings but there was no way she could do so with the high-cut split so she wore glossy fleshtone sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose instead and a pair of red seamless nylon/spandex-blend bikini panties over for both the aesthetic and comfort with the added benefit of showing no VPL. She doused herself in Dior Poison and was slipping on the red Jimmy Choo pumps that Miles had bought her for eighteenth birthday when he let himself inside her ground floor townhouse. Of course he had his own key. He was still exercising coercive control, even from a distance.
"You look amazing honey," Miles closed in on her.
"Watch the makeup and clothes if you want me to stay looking amazing," Alex chided him and he surprised her when he just kissed her lightly on the cheek instead of groping her.
"There will be plenty of time to explore what's under that dress later but I'm famished. We'd better get going if we are going to make our reservation," Miles patted her gently on the ass.
"But before we go I have something for you," Miles rummaged around in his overnight bag and produced a small velvet covered box.
"Turn around and close your eyes," Miles whispered in her ear and Alex complied.
She felt him unclasp the fine gold chain and locket from around her neck and replace it with something more substantial. When she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror she saw that she was wearing a white gold necklace with a large emerald pendant. It sat just above her cleavage in the lowcut gown.
"It matches your eyes and I have the matching earrings," Miles handed her the velvet box inside of which was a pair of emerald drop earrings set in the same white gold.
She hugged Miles and kissed him on the lips. She could fix her lipstick in the car. Uncle Miles could be a manipulative asshole but it was times like this that she felt a smattering of love for him. She removed her plain studs and put in the emerald drops and looked in the mirror, marvelling at how the brilliant green stones dangling from her ears and the pendant lodged in her decolletage caught the light and set off her red dress and accentuated her green eyes.
Miles had rented the same red BMW as the day he picked her up from school. As they dove off he put his hand on her knee and she put her hand over his.
"Please don't put a runner in my pantyhose. You can tear them open and fuck me when we get home," Alex gave him a cheeky grin and Miles stroked her leg gently, careful not to snag her nylons.
Alex was glad of the distraction. She was concerned about who might be at the Country Club and what they might think when they saw her with Miles. Alex had gone to great pains to dress down and disguise her unconventionally pretty facial features. Whenever possible she hid her body under cardigans, coats or sweaters. She seldom wore jeans because despite everything she still wanted to appear feminine. She had spent most of her life wearing boy-clothes which she secretly hated, so she mostly wore skirts over primary coloured opaque tights but nothing overly flattering. When she did wear jeans they were cheap and baggy not the fitted fashion label skinny jeans that the other young women wore.
Modesty aside, she knew that she looked stunning in the sheath gown and her hair and makeup were perfect. She felt like a butterfly that had emerged from its chrysalis or an ugly duckling that had transformed into a swan. Despite the passage of time and her uneasy truce with The Karens, Alex was still the subject of speculation at school because on one really knew much about her and she still remained reclusive and she was hoping to stay that way until graduation. In a way she was glad that she would be seen as her true self and had already concocted a cover story should she need it.
Alex felt very trepidatious as she exited the BMW being careful to keep the split in her dress closed to preserve a modicum of decorum. Miles tossed the keys to the valet and she crooked her arm through his and he escorted her into the foyer of the country club where a smiling hostess led them into the restaurant and to their table. Alex felt the stares and the heard the whispers as they made their way to the table. She kept her eyes focussed ahead of her, a little afraid to look around but she knew that the whispers were about her.
A stunning young woman wearing a low cut red satin sheath dress, split to the waist, showing off her perky breasts and long legs was bound to attract attention, even amongst the well-dressed moneyed elite of Masons Peak. Being on the arm of a, fit, tanned, goodlooking older man wearing a tailored black dinner suit would only add to the intrigue and get the tongues wagging. She was grateful when they were seated, Miles holding the chair back for her like a true gentleman.
They sat across from each other at a table for two in a corner of the restaurant. Miles ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses which did not raise any concern with their waiter. Although the legal drinking age was twenty-one there was an understanding in the Country Club that teenagers eighteen and over may consume alcohol provided they were in the company of a responsible adult, did not cause a disturbance, and did not drive when they left. The local police chief was a member of the club and would prefer that the teenagers drink in the company of responsible adults rather than sneak away into the park and get drunk, get up to mischief or drive while drinking. In any event Alex looked a lot older than her nineteen years.
Alex concentrated on listening to Miles who behaved like a true gentleman and steered the conversation to how Alex was performing at school and then went on to bore her a little as he spoke about his business interests. No mention was made of Alex's parents or other members of the family because Alex knew they cared not what had happened to her. She was an aberration that they had wiped from their memories.
Halfway through her second glass of champagne Alex dared to look around the room. A large table dominated the front part of the restaurant where some kind of celebration was taking place. Besuited men and gowned women sat beside each other on one side of table talking and laughing animatedly. Their adult children sat on the other side: Karen Allbright with Chad Pemberton, Constance Dupree with Rick Macklin and Felicity Lichfield with Denton Stevens; boyfriend next to girlfriend. Karen Allbright was sipping from a champagne flute, staring fixedly at Alex. To Alex's surprise, Karen raised her glass in a salute to Alex and then rejoined the conversation.
Between the entrée and main course Alex had to pee and she excused herself. She saw the sign for the toilets and opened the door that led down a corridor to the restrooms and made her way to the ladies. It was empty so she went into a stall, peed and took a tiny sachet of Wet Stuff bodyglide capsules from her handbag and inserted three of them into her anus. She knew that Miles would want sex as soon as they got home. Then she washed her hands and freshened her lipstick. When she came out of the restroom Denton Stevens was leaning against the wall opposite.
"Well, well, well, don't you look classy tonight," he closed in on Alex and she could smell the booze on his breath.
She gave him a wan smile and attempted to pass him but he spun her around and pressed her to the wall.
"You don't look anything like the homely excuse for a bag lady we see at school. In fact you look quite fuckable," he pressed his body against Alex's and she squirmed and pushed against his shoulders.
Denton was a linebacker and Alex might as well have tried to push a concrete block out of the way.
"Pretty face, perky tits and legs to die for," Denton tried to kiss Alex but she evaded him.
She couldn't stop him pawing at her breasts however as he used his bulk to keep her pinned to the wall. He slipped a hand inside the side-slit of her gown and stroked her thigh.
"I bet your pussy is nice and tight too," his fingers scampered up her thighs and rubbed the front of her panties.
Alex had retucked after peeing and her pantyhose and tight-fitting nylon/spandex-blend bikini panties gave the illusion of a woman's pubis but would not stand up to a physical examination. Alex didn't know if she was more horrified by the fact that she was being molested or the fact that she was about to be outed as trans.
She drove the spike of her Jimmy Choo into the top of Denton Stevens' shoe and felt a small pang of victory when his menacing face turned into a grimace of pain and he hissed through pursed lips. Then suddenly Denton let go of her and bent over double. Alex knew that spiking his foot wasn't responsible for this reaction.
Mitch Bellingham had punched Denton Stevens in the kidneys from behind. The quick, forceful jab had nearly incapacitated Denton and he was defenceless against the smaller man despite his bulk. Mitch pressed his advantage and pushed Denton against the wall and grabbed his testicles through his trousers and squeezed viciously. Denton keeled over and threw up most of his dinner.
"Leave her alone Denton. Clean yourself up and go back to your table. Put some ice on your balls tonight and it won't be long until you're knocking the back out of Felicity Lichfield again," Mitch poked Denton with the toe of his shoe.
Mitch turned to Alex and led her down the corridor away from Denton to where a door led into the kitchen. Mitch was wearing black pants, a white shirt, a short black jacket and a long apron. A formal busboy's uniform, which explained what he was doing in the corridor.
"Are you ok?" Mitch had a look of concern on his face.
"My white knight has rescued me again. Let's keep this between ourselves, I don't need any more heat from the Karens and I don't want to cause a ruckus," Alex straightened out and smoothed her gown.
"Ok, I get it. I've gotta get back to work," Mitch smiled at her and kissed her quickly on the cheek and turned towards the kitchen door.
Alex tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around and she pressed herself against him and kissed him on the lips then she turned away and headed back out towards the restaurant. Denton Stevens had disappeared into men's room leaving behind a puddle of vomit.
Alex felt exhilarated by the experience rather than revolted or dismayed. She could still feel Denton Steven's hands on her body and Mitch Bellingham's mouth on her lips and his body pressing against hers when she kissed him. The danger followed by the salvation, the alcohol she had consumed, the expectation that Miles would ravish her when they arrived home fused into an exciting combination of fear and euphoria,
When she got back to the table Miles could see that his niece was flustered.
"Are you ok?" he showed genuine concern for her.
"I don't want dessert. Take me home and fuck me," Alex whispered into Miles's ear and nibbled his earlobe discreetly.
Miles did not need to be asked twice and he dropped a wad of cash on the table and led Alex out of the restaurant. To anyone interested it looked like an uncle escorting his niece home after a nice family dinner but as soon as the BMW left the curb Alex leaned over and began unzipping Dale's fly. She freed his penis and took it in her mouth.
"I don't know what's got into you tonight but I like it," Miles turned off the highway and took a longer route home through the quiet country lanes so that Alex could finish the blowjob before they got home.
Whilst Alex was fellating her uncle in the red BMW Karen Allbright had excused herself and made her way to the foyer. She opened the guest register and took a picture of the page where Miles Davenport had entered his details when he signed in.
Miles had refrained from sex for a few days before he left for Minnesota and it didn't take him long to blow his load. Alex swallowed, wiped her lips and zipped his fly and then she sat upright and put on her seatbelt.
"That was nice," Miles stroked her cheek.
"That was the appetiser, my cock is throbbing like a sock full of grasshoppers," Alex smiled lewdly at her uncle.
"Jesus! What happened to you?" Miles was astonished at Alex's vulgarity.
Alex's moods swung from reluctance to enthusiastic when they had sex but he had never witnessed her being so lewd and she hardly ever initiated sex. She never denied him his needs but it was always Miles who reached for her not the other way around.
When they entered the townhouse Alex threw herself at Miles, pulling off his jacket and ripping open his shirt, crushing her lips against his, squeezing his cock through his trousers. Her kisses were needy, almost vampiric as she sucked on his tongue, nipped at his lip and rubbed her body against him. She took his hand and put it to her breast and Miles popped her tits free of the inbuilt bralette in the lowcut gown. Her nipples hardened to his touch and Alex guided his face to her bosom.
She sucked on his neck while he suckled her breasts. He lapping at Alex's berry-sized nipples and nipped at them with his teeth. He heard her gasp and felt her hand slip inside the slit in her dress and rummage around. She guided his hand inside the slit and he found her erect, her cock pushing against the fabric of pantyhose and panties. Miles seldom touched her there but he gripped her aching appendage and stroked it through the layers of nylon and spandex while she unzipped him and freed his cock, which despite being recently drained by her luscious mouth, was once again rock hard.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" Alex moaned and lifted his face from her bosom and kissed him deeply.
Miles guided Alex towards the couch until the back of her legs brushed against the seat then he lowered her onto the cushions, still kissing her, her hand still gripping his cock. He ruched up her gown and lay between her legs and Alex opened them wide and directed his cock to her pubis. She slit open her pantyhose with a long manicured nail and slipped her uncle's cock inside the gusset of her panties, then through the hole in her pantyhose and nestled it in her sphincter. She was still kissing him, sucking his mouth like she was trying to siphon the essences out of him.
She pushed upward, impaling herself on Miles' steely organ, feeling it open her sphincter like a flowering bud, feeling it fill her anus with its abundant meaty shaft, feeling the glans press on her prostate causing her cock to leak a continual stream of pre-ejaculate. Miles gasped as his cock slid into her tight, slick sheath. She locked her legs around him, encouraging him to fuck her. She sucked on his mouth whilst her anus constricted around the shaft of his cock. She was like a succubus attempting to drain him of his lifeforce.
"Fuck me Miles! Cum in me! Fill me with your jizz!" Alex gasped into his mouth as she writhed beneath him.
Her hips gyrated and her groin rose up from the couch to meet his thrusts as Miles fucked her harder and faster, her anus felt like a velvet glove gripping his cock. Her nylon-sheathed legs chafed against his flanks, encouraging him, her heels clicked together in the small of his back as she clung to him so she could grind her pubis into him so that every millimetre of his cock was inside her and she could rub her cock on his belly.
She writhed beneath him like a banshee, making animal noises as an overwhelming orgasm wracked her entire her body. Her sphincter lit up with sparklets of delight, her rectum contracted around his throbbing organ and her prostate radiated a deep resonance as her cock juddered and filled her panties with her scalding jism. Miles felt her issue on his belly as she moaned into his mouth and his aching penis erupted, filling her void with his creamy milt.
He fucked her hard, driving her into the couch, emptying the contents of his scrotum into her as Alex clawed and mewled beneath him. He felt her cock juddering against his belly, her panties sodden with her milky secretions, her silken-shrouded limbs scouring his flanks.
They lay exhausted in each others arms, basking in the afterglow until eventually Miles climbed off his niece who lay on the couch with her dress rucked up around her waist, her panties sodden with semen, her makeup ruined and her hair tousled. She smiled up at him salaciously and once again Miles wondered what had got into her.
"Let's go to bed. We can sleep in tomorrow and spend the day in bed," Alex sighed.
Miles was not about to argue with that proposal. When he left Alex's apartment early on Monday morning he felt delightfully drained and his cock was sore.
To be continued...
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[
"nylons",
"pantyhose",
"stockings",
"panties",
"anal sex",
"fellatio",
"incest",
"coercion",
"forced",
"submits"
] |
Mom Busted Us Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-busted-us-ch-02
| 4.44 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Rachel still stared in astonishment at Sarah. The forty-four year old woman had caught the three girls at their grandmother's house exchanging kisses and starting to sexually touch each other. When Rachel had threatened to tell her mother (and the girls' grandma) that her daughter Jennifer and her niece Kate were involved in sex games, Sarah took charge of the moment and disarmed the woman with her irresistible charm. By then, Rachel knew there was no turning back, and she said:
"I know I have to do as you say, Sarah, my princess. But Kate is my niece. I'm not sure it's okay if she touches my body."
Sarah came close to Rachel's face. The woman admired her green, spellbinding eyes and her full pink lips that thrilled her mature body:
"Listen to me, Ms. Lawson. Kate wants to touch your body and you'd be kind of
heartless
to push her away when she's just being sweet."
"Yes, I would," the woman nodded. "I'm so sorry," Kate, she mumbled looking at her niece, then she gazed at Sarah again and inquired; "How old are you, my dear?"
"I'm twenty-one. Why asking, Ms. Lawson?" She smiled throwing her arms around the woman's neck.
"Call me Rachel, please. I was just asking." Yet, deep inside, the woman knew the truth--she was scared of yielding to a girl so young. She couldn't help herself. "Can I have your sugar lips before I let Kate touch me?"
"Listen, Rachel. Powerful women don't ask for kisses, they just kiss!" The girl said as her impetuous mouth was really close to Rachel's lips.
The woman could catch the scent of her perfume. She kissed the girl deeply on the mouth, and Sarah closed her eyes tenderly as she tasted the experienced woman's soft lips against hers. With her mouth agape, Jennifer looked at her mother and her friend, still in disbelief at the situation. She just sulked and crossed her arms while Kate walked to the women kissing.
"Well, what about
me?
" She begged.
"Oh, of course," Sarah ran her fingers sensually over Rachel's white bra with full coverage cups. Sarah unhooked it with agility and speed, and the big breasts bulged out freely. Kate was the first one to touch the left breast, her fingers close to her aunt's nipple, and Rachel sighed in pleasure. Sarah gently stroked the right breast and smiled:
"You're very beautiful, Ms. Law... Rachel."
"I'm sorry my breasts are a little saggy, girls," she showed her teeth as she parted her mouth with another happy sigh at the two young women's touch.
"Shoo, don't say your breasts look saggy, Rachel. They're so
sexy!
" Sarah said moving her mouth towards the orange nipple and she suckled on it.
"Oh,
heavens!
You're too be good to be true, princess Sarah!"
Kate imitated her friend and brushed her thin red lips over her aunt's hard nipple, and then she sucked the woman's breast. Jennifer thought that she had had enough and cried:
"What
the fuck
are you girls doing? Aren't we supposed to have girl power? Or is some
old lady
gonna be the star of all the fun now?"
Sarah stopped sucking Rachel's breast leaving her saliva on the nipple and glared at her friend:
"That's no way to talk to your mom, Jenny! Especially when she's so cool and understanding!"
"Ah, never mind, Sarah," Rachel grunted. "My daughter's always been ungrateful!"
"I'm not ungrateful, Mom! I'm 20, so I don't have to be glued to you, clinging to your lap! Just look at this
pathetic
situation. You're half-naked, stealing my friend and kissing your own niece on the mouth! It's so embarrassing!" Jennifer ran her hands through her black hair and made an annoyed face. Sarah shook her head, disapprovingly:
"I'm really disappointed in you, Jenny. Being jealous is just
mean
and messed up! Now go apologize to your mom; and the best way to do it is with a hug and a kiss on her mouth!"
"
What?"
Jennifer freaked out.
"Yes, you're going to give a long and
passionate
kiss on your mom's lips just like Kate did. That's the best way to make up with her," Sarah smiled, and Rachel sighed sadly:
"Oh, no. Jennifer abandoned me. Kissing me is the last thing I ever thought she'd do. And honestly, it wouldn't be the right thing to do since she's my daughter."
"You have to kiss her on the lips!" Sarah exclaimed, almost angry. "It's the only way you can have a normal and healthy mother and daughter relationship. I'm not asking. I'm
telling
you to do it! Rachel, you said you'd do everything for me."
"I would, Sarah. You're so sweet when you want me to reconcile with my daughter," Rachel said, still fragile and looked at Jennifer. "Come on, Jenny. It can't be so bad. An affectionate kiss, that's all. Sarah wants us to be friends."
"Oh, if Sarah told you to
jump off
a cliff, would you do it too?" Jennifer asked sarcastically, and her mother sighed again:
"Sarah would never ask anything bad. She just wants what's best for us. Now come here and kiss me, or I'll go tell your grandma
myself
that you and Kate have been kissing!"
Kate stared at the woman, aghast:
"Auntie Rachel, it's not
fair.
I didn't do anything bad!" She cried.
"Don't worry, dear. Jennifer is going to give in," Rachel assured her niece and looked back at her daughter. "Now, Jennifer, you'll do what Sarah says or get out of this house and let the three of us party."
"
Do what Sarah says.
I didn't know she was
Simon
." Jennifer huffed, fed up with being left out. She walked up to the woman and touched her naked shoulders; "I hope you don't blame me if this shit messes up our mother-daughter relationship, Mom," she nagged.
Rachel caught the scent of her little girl. It felt so good to be close to her. Jennifer locked lips with her mother, and they kissed passionately. At first, the 20 year old girl thought her mom would pull her away and be pissed off at Sarah for asking them to do that, but then feeling the woman's soft and experienced lips made her body release happy hormones. She felt sensual electricity and her pussy tingled. Rachel was scared at first, but then she relaxed and was amazed by the beautiful connection she was having with her daughter. Jennifer's lips tasted like sugar, and Rachel felt her nipples get hard and aroused at the same time she was also experiencing a pure and tender love stirred in her soul, born from the simple nearness of her daughter. Rachel was so emotional and happy that she started to sob when they parted their lips:
"I love you, Jennifer."
"I love you too, Mom," Jennifer smiled at her mother and they gazed at each other for a while.
"You're my piece of heaven, do you know that?" Rachel whispered with tears in her eyes, and they hugged. Sarah beamed as she watched them:
"Aren't they the cutest? I've earned myself a little corner in heaven for that sweet thing I did."
"You've earned yourself a little corner in heaven for making a mother and a daughter kiss on the mouth?" Kate stared at her, in shock. "Look! They're tongue kissing now! Are you
insane
, Sarah? What the fuck are you doing to us?"
"Oh,
shut up
, and enjoy the show." Sarah brushed her lips against Kate and kissed her deeply. The latter closed her eyes, pleased at her kiss. She was all docile when they parted their lips:
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I didn't
mean
to be rude," Kate purred wrapping her arms around her friend's neck. "You're so gorgeous and magnetic I could even
get married
with you."
"You'll have plenty of time to propose, babe. Now how about licking your auntie's pussy?"
Kate widened her eyes.
"Licking my own aunt's pussy? Aren't you going a little too far?"
"Not at all. Look at them."
Kate gazed at Rachel and Jennifer. The daughter was sucking on her mother left breast while the woman moaned, eyes closed. Kate gulped as if she were afraid of Sarah's power, but she tried to act as if nothing weird were going on and replied:
"Well, it's just a daughter with her mother's breast. Nothing more natural than that."
Sarah laughed:
"Even if Rachel is moaning like a
bitch?
"
"What did you just call my aunt?" Kate got pissed off.
"Come on, Kate. We've got a woman who's literally
desperate
for sex, and you're just standing there. Do you really think that's the human thing to do?"
"Literally
is wrong in this sentence. You should have said that my aunt is
clearly
desperate for sex."
"Ok,
teacher
, if you know that the woman is
clearly desperate for sex
, eat her pussy then!"
Kate came close to her aunt and whispered shyly:
"Aunt Rachel, Sarah says I should eat your pussy. Do you think it's all right even if I'm your niece?"
"Ah, honey, you're so sweet and polite to ask," Rachel touched her niece's chin with the tip of her index while Jennifer went on sucking her breast. "If Sarah said so, it's totally fine, I guess."
"Did you wash your lady jane, auntie?" Kate murmured as the woman removed her panties and lifted her blue dress.
"Now you're not being polite, dear. Of course I took a shower and washed my
private parts.
"
Kate stared at her aunt's hairy pussy. The woman gasped as she opened her legs for her niece as the girl's head approached her clit. Jennifer was licking her mother's nipple, and Rachel thought she was in heaven. Kate licked the woman's twat and it tasted sweet, sour and metallic at the same time. Rachel gasped and moaned; that tender tongue felt so good on her clit. Kate liked pleasing her aunt and sucked her fanny by spreading her saliva around the woman's pubic hair.
"Oh,
shit!
Good girl!" Rachel groaned looking at her niece as Jennifer gazed at her:
"Mom!" Jennifer gasped with discomfort.
"Oh, yeah!" Sarah was pleased to look at that scene. "That's what a good niece gotta do; eat her aunt's fucking cunt!"
"Sarah!" Jennifer cried, perplexed.
"Oh, don't worry, Jenny. You're next. You wanna please your mother too, right? You wanna devour your mom's cunt just like your cousin is doing!"
"I shouldn't do that. She's my mom!"
"Cut out that guilt trip! She's your mother. So what? She's also a
bitch
in heat. Just make her happy!"
"Don't be so damn disrespectful, Sarah!" Cried Jennifer angrily. "I won't put up with that!"
"I'm making your mom happy and saving our asses; you should be thanking me on your knees for that!" Sarah exclaimed pretending she was outraged, and then she giggled. They looked at Rachel; she was screaming as Kate did a great job licking and eating her pussy:
"Oh, I'm almost there, sweetie! Yes, yes, hum!"
"Are you gonna let your mom cum in Kate's mouth, Jenny?" Sarah teased her friend. "She'll always remember this nice moment with her niece. She may even like Kate better than she likes you."
Those words got Jennifer all jealous of her cousin. She pulled Kate away and took over her mother's pussy. Rachel's eyes closed when she felt a sweeter mouth devouring her clit, and she opened her mouth wide, ready for a huge orgasm. Meanwhile, Sarah touched Kate's shoulder and murmured:
"I'm dying to taste that old woman's cunt in your mouth, dear. Kiss me!"
"Mm!" Kate moaned when Sarah pressed her lips against hers and they made out.
"Oh, yeah, hum," Sarah mumbled as she kissed her friend. "Let me drink Rachel's pussy juices on your lips, Kate. Mm.
Slurp!
"
Jennifer went on sucking her mother's pussy. She stuck her tongue inside it. Rachel's eyes nearly popped out of her head:
"Ah! Fuck, yeah!" The woman orgasmed, she was in pure bliss, eyes wide, glowing and she closed them. Jennifer coughed with liquid in her mouth since her mother squirted a lot of it as she came.
"Oh, gee, that was wonderful!" Rachel was amazed at how her body was happy and relaxed after that beautiful sensation. However, her mother's instinct aroused when she saw Jennifer coughing. "Are okay, babe? I'm so sorry. Mom's so sorry. Will you forgive me?"
"I'd never drunk so much pussy juice in my life, Mom."
"Oh, no! So it's not the first time you've given a woman oral sex?" Rachel gasped and hugged her daughter.
"Stella, Mary, Lindsay, Kate and now you, Mom. But I guess you don't count since you're my mother."
"You're right, dear. I don't count."
"Oh, yes, you do, Rachel," Sarah smiled and teased her. "You're one of the many whose fanny has ended up in Jenny's mouth. Deal with it!"
"As long as you tell me it's okay, Sarah," Rachel said coming close to her. Sarah scoffed and said:
"Your
own daughter
sucked your cunt, and you climaxed in her mouth. Yeah, totally
normal
," she said sarcastically, but the woman hugged her as if the girl were being serious:
"Thank you, honey!" She beamed. "Now it's time to keep your promise."
"What promised?" Sarah frowned.
"Don't you remember, dear? You said you were going to make love with me if I did what you asked. And I did."
"Oh, yeah. You did everything I said," Sarah nodded. "You kissed your niece on the mouth, then you and your own daughter made out. You must be so proud of yourself."
"I'm proud of making you happy, Sarah," Rachel smiled as she touched the girl's face. "You're so beautiful and intelligent."
"You're so beautiful that my aunt wants to fuck you, Sarah," Kate said, and Jennifer crossed her arms.
"Oh, but she's just climaxed." Sarah laughed. "Are you still horny?"
"Well, uh..." Rachel blushed. "I think women can experience multiple orgasms, honey, and I...."
"You are a bitch in heat. I knew it," Sarah giggled, and Rachel shook her head:
"I'm a classy, pure, and disciplined woman. I just think pretty girls ought to keep their word, Sarah."
"You're a
whore
, Rachel!" Sarah laughed again and grabbed the woman's breasts. "Okay, let's fuck, but only if you admit you're a bitch!"
"Ooh! Wow!" Rachel moaned when the girl touched her. "Okay, I'm classy and sometimes a whore."
Sarah took off her pants and underwear. They interlocked their legs and pressed their vulvas together. The moment Sarah's clit touched Jennifer's mother's fanny, she moaned and declared:
"Oh Rachel, yes. I love the way tour hairy pussy touches my cherry! I want to slide my slit against yours and spread your wetness all over my cunt!" Then the girl started grinding her vulva against the woman's. Rachel gasped when she could feel the sweet girl's clit against her own.
"I love your pussy on mine, Sarah," she purred as her breasts bounced while she was moving sexually. Jennifer and Kate came closer to see both pussies joining together. Sarah's pink clit sliding up against Rachel's opening.
"Oh, wow! They're fucking! It looks so hot!" Kate started rubbing her twat. "Doesn't it, Jenny?"
"No, it doesn't!" Jennifer crossed her arms. "Because it's my mother!"
"Yeah, she is. Sarah's right; your mom's a slut!" Kate moaned. Jennifer opened her mouth, incredulous. She slapped her cousin's face for the insult. Then she grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her away from her mother. She took her friend's position. She removed her underwear, sat in front of her mother and touched her hairless red pussy to hers. With her thigh over Rachel's leg, she started rubbing her clit against her mother's.
"Oh, Mom, fuck!" She parted her lips and moaned.
"Oh, Jenny, darling. Are you sure you want to do this?" Rachel tribbed her daughter and felt really good.
"Well, that's the best sex night I've ever had!" Sarah smiled as she saw the mother and daughter fucking. "The girls won't believe when I tell them!"
"You won't say anything to anybody!" Kate warned her. "You know this must be top secret."
"Come on, Kate. I won't say any names. Now just kiss me and shut up, will you?"
"Promise you won't say any names?"
"I won't mmm." She kissed Kate's lips while Jennifer and her mother went on tribbing. The girl screamed as she came and went on moving:
"Aahh, Mom! Yeah, fuck me."
"Oh, yeah, Jenny, I'm going to come again!" Rachel gasped and exclaimed. "Oh, wow,
whew
, mmm," she groaned and her body erupted with a huge orgasm. She panted and saw her daughter in front of her, both pussies soaking wet having exchanged each other's liquid. She grabbed her head in shock and blurted out: "Oh, no! I had sex with my own daughter, what am I going to do?"
"Kiss her mouth, Rachel," Sarah said and laughed. Kate slapped her friend's face, came close to Jennifer, wrapped her arms around her cousin's neck and murmured:
"I'm sorry your stupid friend dragged you into this."
"I'm not sorry, cos it was a delicious orgasm. You should try it with your mom."
"No, thanks," Kate said thinking she would keep her sanity if she went away. When she saw Jennifer and Rachel hugging affectionately, she got jealous and wondered. Sarah smiled as she looked at the three of them.
|
[
"cousin",
"mom",
"daughter",
"aunt",
"niece",
"lesbian"
] |
Beach Day
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https://www.literotica.com/s/beach-day-12
| 4.47 | null |
Exhibitionist & Voyeur
|
As pretext, know that some of my stories are fiction, some are non-fiction, and some are embellished off of actual experiences or experiences shared to me.
It was a beautifully warm day, so my husband Tim and I decided to enjoy the day at the beach. With cooler in hand, we traversed our way through the crowds of beachgoers until we found a free area to setup our beach tent.
With the warm sun's rays beaming down, I had asked Tim to apply lotion on my back. His hands felt wonderful on my body as he rubbed the oils into my skin. He applied oil to my upper back, and then I asked him to apply to my legs. The feeling of his hands moving up in between my thighs sent tingly sensations through my body. It ignited a fire from my loins and I didn't want him to stop. Disappointingly however, his attention to my needs were short lived as he rolled onto his beach towel to nap.
Maybe it was the warm weather on my skin, or maybe it was the drinks, or maybe the sounds and smells of the beach, or maybe the feeling of Tim's hands on my body, but I found myself in an aroused state that wanted more attention.
I turned and adjusted my beach chair at a slight tilt to lay on my back. My hands brushed sand from my tummy, chest, legs and thighs. As I brushed sand from my thighs and bikini bottom, my pussy yearned for more attention.
Sneakily I softly rubbed my pussy through my bikini bottoms. I so wanted to bring myself to orgasm to relieve my tension. Looking around, Tim appeared to be sleeping and while there were others around, being somewhat sheltered in our beach tent gave me a sense of privacy. Just enough privacy in an otherwise crowded beach to be naughty and play with my pussy to bring myself to a wishful orgasm.
As I gently rubbed my bikini covered pussy, surveying my surroundings, my eyes caught notice of a man sitting not to far in front of me. Initially I was a little startled knowing he had a direct view of my hand in between my thighs, which instinctively caused the motion of my hand to stop what it was doing.
This man looked to be sitting with his family, albeit slightly away from them, sunglasses on, facing opposite the water towards our direction. Staring through my sunglasses at this man, he was the only thing stopping me from my need to release the sexual tension that needed attention.
I weighed my options on how best to satisfy my needs, and I became aware that subconsciously I once again began gently rubbing my bikini covered pussy. My actions were discrete enough that I thought nobody could see, not even this strange man sitting near me.
I had fallen into a very calming, comfortable state, completely absorbed in the present moment. This man's eyes were probably closed behind his sunglasses, and even if they were open, there's little chance he could see what little movement my fingers were making on my bikini.
My arousal grew thinking that maybe he WAS watching me, watching me from a safe distance. And maybe he too was becoming so aroused that he needed release. My mind drifted off into perversion, thinking this strange man would have the gall to watch me with his family near him, and my husband lying next to me. The thought of it actually excited me and I continued to discretely rub myself, wondering if I could bring myself to orgasm in such a situation.
As my thoughts had drifted off into a perverted haze, my pulse jumped as I noticed this man's hand move to his crotch. Was he actually watching me, and could he see what I was doing? And if so, was he enjoying watching me, and he too was getting into a state of arousal?
Somewhat shocked, I watched as he started undoubtedly rubbing his cock through his shorts between his legs. Fortunate for him, he was sitting in a position such that his family could not see what his hands were doing.
Being somewhat of a closet exhibitionist, now knowing this man was obviously watching me, I became even more aroused. I began rubbing my bikini covered pussy again such that he undoubtedly could see what I was doing. I become aware of the kinky situation, knowing this strange man was looking at me rub my pussy while I watched him rub his cock, and I begin to feel that warm sensation of an orgasm building stronger.
Keeping my gaze on him, I noticed that the head of his cock ever-so-slightly protruded from the end of his shorts. I intently watched as his hand grabbed his hard pole, pushing his shorts up to allow me a view of his completely erect member. Then his hand moved to the end as it disappears from my view, only for him to do it again.
I looked over to check Tim who appeared to still be sleeping, then back to my voyeur friend. With my legs slightly parted so that only this man had a view between my legs, I brazenly pulled my bikini aside. My heart was pumping with excitement. It's only been a fantasy, one which I never thought that I could follow through with in reality.
This stranger in front of me now had full view of my bare, very wet pussy. Staring at him rub his hard cock, I began slightly rubbing my pussy for him to watch. The eroticism of the situation had me so turned on that my orgasm built fast and it didn't take long before my legs began to shake as I uncontrollably tilted my head back as my orgasm hit me.
Trying not to be obvious, my orgasm released in an incredibly lasting gloriously discharge of sexual tension. Still gently rubbing my bare wet pussy I looked back to my stranger only to see him jerk as stream after stream of his cum shoots from his cock onto his leg and into the sand.
I bite my lower lip and smile instinctively, knowing that we have shared something so intimate in such a public setting. Looking around, nobody was aware of our actions. I felt a connection to this man, this strange man, one in which is indescribable.
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Sissy and the Divorcee, Pt. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/sissy-and-the-divorcee-pt-03
| 4.52 | null |
Transgender
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Dear Reader,
In part 2 Tracy, the divorcee, dressed herself and April, the femboy, in matching sailor suits. Underneath their navy blue dresses they wore frothy petticoats, nylon panties, garter belts and sheer stockings. They had become intimate friends but Tracy's passion for April was still unrequited. I hope that you enjoy this chapter.
Sincerely,
Whippet
P.S. I've included a sissy fashion tip at the end.
--
I had become so horny since meeting April that I'd taken to drinking at local bars and going home with men I didn't even know. The sex was meaningless though and it only made me crave April more. I hoped that his mother, Lois, would soon allow me to bed her son.
"I'm in love with April," I confessed to Lois when we met for coffee.
"I know you are, Tracy," she replied warmly, "and I'm thankful that he's loved."
"Have you spoken to him about the facts of life?" I inquired rather desperately.
"I have, Tracy, and you'll be glad to know that he's interested in learning more."
"That's wonderful, Lois!" I replied, perhaps a little too eagerly. "Can I give him a lesson tonight?"
"Not tonight, Dear," she said. "That's much too soon. Besides, April wants to be a virgin on his wedding night."
This was a new wrinkle that I had not considered before. After a moment's reflection, though, the notion of marrying my precious sissy boy seemed delightful. Then I could ravish him every night!
"I'd love to marry April!" I said excitedly.
"I'm so happy to hear that, Tracy."
"Can we set a date, Lois?"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Tracy. First there's the question of an engagement ring. April has already chosen the one he wants."
Lois showed me the ad for a diamond solitaire on her phone. I nearly blew coffee out of my nose when I saw the price. It cost more than my car!
"Is there a problem?" asked Lois.
"No, not at all," I lied. "Send me the link and I'll get it for him."
--
The next day I approached 3 banks and 5 credit unions for a loan. Every one of them turned me down. I didn't know what to do. That evening I phoned Lois and admitted that I couldn't get a loan for the ring.
"I thought that might be the case," she said sympathetically. "Would you like me to finance the ring?"
"You'd do that?!" I said in surprise.
"Yes, but there's a condition. Come over tonight and let's talk about it."
--
I put on my sailor suit and petticoat for April. My reflection in the mirror was a vivid reminder of seeing my sweet sissy boy dressed in the same adorable outfit. I was already leaking vaginal fluid in my panties. So I fetched my rabbit vibrator, penetrated my veejay and stimulated my clitty with the rabbit ears.
I fantasized that April and I were wearing identical bridal lingerie and screwing blissfully on his frilly canopy bed. My excitement spiraled out of control and I climaxed in a glorious starburst of sissy-loving euphoria!
After changing my panties I drove to Lois's house. She served us tea in their parlor while April played with dolls in his bedroom. We made small talk and then Lois came to the point of our meeting.
"I'll purchase the ring for April, as I said earlier, and you can pay me back."
"Oh thank you, Lois!" I gushed.
"Can I see April now, please!" I begged.
"There's still the condition that I mentioned on the phone, Tracy."
"Do you mean the repayment?" I asked in confusion.
"The condition is how you will repay me. You'll do that by being our live-in maid."
"That's outrageous, Lois!" I squawked. "I don't want to be your servant. I just want to marry April!"
"That's not going to happen, Tracy." She said flatly.
So, I picked up my purse and stormed out.
At home I tried jilling off again until my pussy was raw but I was too upset. I spent the evening in a funk and slept poorly.
As if things couldn't get any worse, the office manager where I work fired me when I arrived at work the next day. Theresa explained that I had missed too many days recently and that I was always daydreaming on the job. The dismissal pushed my financial woes to the breaking point. I was already behind on my rent and my credit card debt was increasing every month.
After I returned home, I cried myself out. Then I phoned Lois, apologized for leaving in a huff and accepted her offer of employment. She told me to come over in the afternoon.
I dressed in my sailor suit again and drove over after lunch. Lois and April were waiting for me with smiles on their faces. April was wearing his matching outfit.
"Mommy says you're going to be our maid, Miss Tracy!" he said excitedly.
"Yes, April," I replied with a forced smile, "and I'll be living with you, Sweetheart."
"That'll be fun! We can play with my dollies and wear pretty dresses when you're not working!"
"I can't wait, April!" I said truthfully.
Then Lois broke in.
"That's fine but first we have to get a maid's uniform for Miss Tracy."
"Okay, Mommy," said April, "but I don't like calling her 'Miss Tracy' anymore. Can we give her a new name?"
"Of course, April. What would you like to call our new maid?"
"How about Bubbles? I love her nice round titties!"
I was delighted that April liked my breasts and I accepted my new name.
Lois drove the three of us to a shopping mall. I thought we'd be going to a department store or a clothing outlet. Instead, Lois took us to a sex shop. I had an uneasy feeling about this.
Lois had obviously been here before because she led us directly to several mannequins dressed in scanty French maid outfits.
"Which one would you like Bubbles to wear, April?" asked his mother.
"I'm not sure, Mommy. Can she try on all of them?"
"Of course, Dear," Lois replied warmly.
Lois called a sales girl to help. The lovely young woman's name was Amy.
April was only too happy to tell Amy that I was her maid and that my name was Bubbles. I lowered my eyes in embarrassment.
Then my real humiliation began. April chose a two-piece black satin outfit with lace trim on the halter top. The coordinating miniskirt featured a dainty white apron. There was also a white lace collar with a pink ribbon bow for my neck.
Amy took me to the fitting room and helped me into the lewd uniform. When I emerged, Lois and April giggled at me.
"Bubbles looks funny!" April said with glee. This also caused Amy to snicker.
Then April approached me and felt my breasts through the top.
"Her titties feel really nice, Mommy!" he exclaimed happily. "Can we buy this one for Bubbles?"
"Of course, Honey Boy," she replied happily.
I supposed that April's weenie was rock hard from groping me. I should have been angry but his attention turned me on.
Next was a one-piece black vinyl outfit with a deep plunge neckline and lace trim on the sleeves and the hemline. The skirt barely covered my panties!
April caressed my booty and smiled.
"I like Bubbles in this skirt, Mommy. Can we get this one, too?"
"Yes, Dear," she replied merrily.
I was happy that April liked me in the uniform and I wished that he would fondle me more.
The final outfit was a soft blue satin organza puffy dress. The ultra-feminine short sleeve frock had white lacing on the bodice. It came with a waist sash that tied behind my back in a big bow and a frilly lace servant's bonnet. I couldn't wait to show April!
She liked that one, too, and petted me again. My panties were soaking wet by then and I hoped my juices weren't running down my legs.
"Amy," said Lois. "I'll take all three and I want Bubbles to wear the vinyl costume home. Do you have it in a size small?"
"Lois," I interrupted, "I'm a medium."
"I know but April wants you to wear the same size dress as he does. I'm sure Amy can find a pretty black corset to squeeze you down to a small."
Amy fetched a boned overbust corset with metal busks. Then the four of us went to the fitting room. I stripped to my panties and then Amy put the corset on me.
April was fascinated by my shrinking waist as Amy tightened the laces.
"Can I help, Miss Amy?" he begged.
"Of course, Dear," she said pleasantly. "You take one lace and I'll take the other. Then we'll both pull as hard was we can."
Amy and April each put a foot on my derriere and pulled with all their might. I could barely breath when Amy knotted the laces.
Finally Lois selected my accessories which included a leather collar and leash, locking stilettos with 6-inch heels and black fishnet hosiery. Amy showed April how to fasten my fishnets to the garter straps of my corset. Then she buckled the collar on me and handed him my leash.
April was beaming with joy as he led me out of the sex shop on my tether. I was frightened that I would be recognized in my maid uniform and guess who spotted me. My office manager, Theresa, was strolling arm in arm with her boss, Harry.
"Harry, look!" she exclaimed. "It's Tracy. We just fired her today."
Then April piped up. "She's not Tracy any more. Her new name is Bubbles and she's my maid," he said cheerfully.
"That's such a sweet name, Dear," said Theresa in mockery. Then she said to me, "Now I understand why you were so distracted at work these past weeks, Bubbles." Her little joke made Harry laugh and they walked away chuckling.
--
This story will be continued
--
Whippet's Fashion Tip
Women's fashion accessories include belts, brooches, bracelets, earrings and similar small items. They aren't required for dressing en femme, but they can add to your enjoyment. Consider a cameo pin or pendant with a female visage to help you get in touch with your inner girl. Earrings are also great feminizing accessories especially dangly styles and specialty items like feathered earrings. Barretts are good for keeping your hair in place and they'll add to your beauty. Hats are nice, too, and some feature pretty bows, flowers and even veils. There are hundreds of accessories to brighten up your girlie day.
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"pantywaist",
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"bra",
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Webslut Madison Ch. 33 Part 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/webslut-madison-ch-33-part-02
| 4.79 | null |
Exhibitionist & Voyeur
|
Madison's mother picked up the phone and dialed.
"911, what's your emergency?" Came the voice on the other line.
"Hi, um - my name is Laura and I'm calling because - um - there's some really weird sexual stuff posted online about my daughter and I don't even know where she is, and I - I just.-"
"Ma'am, I need you to calm down, okay? And I'll do my best to help you, but I need some more information, okay?"
Laura nodded absent mindedly before saying "Ok," to the operator.
"How old is your daughter?"
"Twenty-three."
"Oh, okay. So she's an adult..."
"Y-yes. But I don't know where she is and I'm afraid someone is forcing her to do this, she's even live right now!"
"Okay - what is she being forced to do, ma'am?
"To - to go on live - naked - posting disgusting, humiliating filth -"
"Okay, okay, I understand. I can get you to an officer at the station who can advise you from here, okay?"
"Okay," said Laura through her tears.
Moments later a man introduced himself on the line. "Hello, I'm Officer Martin, City Police. I understand you have an issue with your daughter?"
Laura answered frantically. "Yes! Oh, thank God. She's in - I think she's in some kind of trouble, there - she's posting all this - this - well, it's basically pornography - I don't know where to - I mean, I just think - it's not her, it can't be her, someone is forcing her -"
"Okay. Ma'am, ma'am. Please - I know you're upset and I know you need our help, I just - I need you to take a breath, just calm down a smidge. Just tell me - first of all, your name and your daughter's name?"
"I'm Laura Holt, my daughter - she's Madison Holt."
"And where are these things being posted?"
"Socials, every one of them."
"What - is it photos? Videos? Can you tell me what the content is?"
Laura sniffled. "All of it..." She stopped for a moment. "There are photos, links to photos..."
"What kind of photos?"
"She wrote - expose me please, Webslut Madison, humiliate me! On her body in marker!" Laura cried hard as she spoke those words. "My little girl! How could she! No, someone..."
"How old is she?" The officer asked.
"Twenty-three."
"Well - I mean, ma'am - at that age, as - as humiliating and poorly thought out as it might be, if she really did post it -"
Laura cut him off. "That's the thing! My sweet girl would not do this to herself! She's wanted to be a teacher ever since - well, ever since third grade. And to give that up? No, I'm telling you. Someone is blackmailing her, someone has kidnapped her even. She won't take my calls, she won't -"
"What about the posts?" The officer asked. Sitting in front of his computer, he was beginning to locate Madison's socials.
"Is this her?" He asked. He went on to read the post.
"I am really nothing more than a slut that loves to be seen naked and I want to be seen by all my family and friends and humiliated for what I am. I'm all over the internet known as Webslut Madison. I know I'm stupid for doing this to myself. I know it will absolutely ruin me, but that's what I want. It makes me feel so good, makes me cum so hard and I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I crave complete public exposure and humiliation forever."
"Yes! See how awful!" Laura said in disbelief. "Here's another one: Ruin my reputation and my life, I need it. Tell your friends. Repost so I lose all control and can't ever be forgotten."
"Ma'am - I'm sorry, I know this must not be easy -"
"Thank you but - she keeps - posting - or someone does, posting asking for - to be ruined, humiliated, spread around! Can we find whoever is doing this to her and - can we save her, please?"
Officer Martin, however, had just found some videos of her. "Will you make my dirty little cunt go viral?" She begged. His mouth dropped open as he watched, stammering.
I'm - confessing everything on all my socials - because - like - I know I'm ruining myself, my life and my future, but - I've already posted confessions today. Google me, Webslut Madison, and like - repost me, everywhere - make it so I can't ever undo this. I am sacrificing myself for this. I know it and I - I need to be exposed and ruined and I want all my friends, my family, everyone who knows me to know how nasty I really am! So please, do this for me? Please make me nothing but a humiliated exposed slut with no future? And make it - make it awful, make it burn. I want to cry in shame and humiliation."
"I want to go viral on social media for being such a fucking slut! Don't save me, don't help me, it's - ohhhhh it's what I really want!" Clearly someone had clipped some of the worst things she had said together and made a slightly different version of her video.
"Ma'am - have you watched the videos?" Officer Martin asked.
"N-no, I couldn't - I can't watch those -"
"I can see why," he remarked bluntly. He watched a video of Madison, someone had made a montage of her slapping her own face repeatedly. Then the video played of her sitting in her car, begging to be exposed. "Help me, push me, help me get ruined! Make me cry when I regret it, make good girl Madison cry, make her cry when I have to admit all this to my family! But you now what? I want to cry." Then another short clip. "I ruined myself. I destroyed my future, and I literally couldn't be happier. God, mom and dad are going to hate hearing that but it's SO FUCKING TRUE!"
"Ma'am - I really don't want to be the bearer of bad news here but, from what I see in these posts and videos, it does not look at all like your daughter is being forced here.
"So - so she-"
"That's what it looks like. Like she made the decision herself. I don't see any indication that any of this is against her will."
"No, no no!" Laura exclaimed, unable to accept what she was hearing. "My poor, sweet Maddie would not - would never do this to herself!"
"Ma'am, I - I just found her live stream. She's actively going as we speak."
"I have to find her! How do I find her, I don't even know where she is?!"
"Did she make any statements to you asking you not to contact her?"
"No, she..."
"Does she have any - anyone who might want to hurt her? Does she owe anybody any money?"
"No!"
"Ma'am, just trying to be thorough."
"Can you please, please help me find her?!"
"She's in a hotel room it looks like. That's all I can tell at the moment. It's not like it's on television, where it takes ten seconds and -"
"What hotel? Can you trace the livestream?!"
"Easiest thing we could do is - if we had her cell phone number we could get a pretty good idea where she is, what hotel. Then we could do a well being check, but that's all. If we find her, if the hotel doesn't stonewall
us, if we make contact - if she says it's consensual, she's an adult and it's her decision if she wants to for his to herself. There's nothing we can do at that point"
Laura quickly provided Madison's phone number as well as her own. She sat down on the couch in her living room and cried as her husband Mark tried to console her.
Meanwhile, officer Martin sent Madison's number to his colleagues to try to get a location on her. They would get in touch with him if they found something, and in the meantime all he could do is watch the live stream, which is where he turned his attention. After all, it was a work assignment, even if his pants started to bulge at the sight of her.
He saw Madison, crawling on the floor of the hotel bathroom, on her knees, stopping to look up at the camera.
"I have almost half a million views now on my - like - my main exposure post. So I'm almost halfway there!" She laughed and smiled.
"Probably like 90% of the way there. Remember, exponential."
"Yeah, true," she said with a laugh.
"So you've doxxed yourself tonight, ruined your life, trashed your reputation, run from your parents, been fucked, humiliated yourself, ran down the hallway naked, sucked off a delivery guy and abused yourself. Basically all live streamed."
"Like the dumb little exposed slut I am!"
"So why are you on your knees in the bathroom?"
"Because guys keep tasking me to - like, lick the toilet."
"And...?"
"I'm not going to disappoint them!" She laughed. "Plus...it would be so humiliating, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it be the perfect way to show everyone - my friends and family - how - what I really am, how much I crave this - to be ruined. I mean - nobody with any shred of self respect is going to lick a toilet on live stream and post it with their name..."
"You're different though, Madison. You don't have any self respect."
Madison stared into the toilet bowl, the seat still down. "I know, I don't." She paused, looking at the porcelain in front of her. "I don't want any. I don't want anyone else to respect me either."
"Then what do you want them to do?"
"Use me...ruin me. Spread me. Make it impossible for me to ever have a good life and make me suffer and regret my choices daily." Madison looked up at the camera, held by Aaron, then back at the toilet, taking in what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and looked back at him and slapped herself in the face hard.
"I deserve to lick the toilet," she said, cracking a slight grin. Madison was consumed by arousal. "I've already destroyed myself. And my family, and - and l still need it to be worse."
Madison looked down at the toilet, pulled her hair back, and took her tongue and made a long swipe down the length of the top of the seat.
"Come on, whore, get your tongue on the rim." Madison looked up and smiled, raised the lid, and moaned loudly as she pressed her tongue against the top of the rim, slowly
"Oh my God, you - you know that's a hotel room toilet. Do you know how many people have probably used this thing?"
"I mean, it looks clean," giggled Madison.
"Yeah. That's not the point..."
"Yeah, true," she said. She thought about how many thousands of people must have pissed and shit right where her mouth was. "Get closer," she told Aaron. He practically stood over top of her as she lowered her head again. "I want more," she whispered, and lowered her head into the bowl. She greedily scrubbed her tongue along the side of the bowl, moaning, kissing, licking. Finally she plunged her face in, opened her mouth, closed it, and raised her head up. Water dripped off her face as she opened her mouth, put her head back, and gargled. She closer met mouth again and swallowed. "Mmmmm," she said and smiled. "God, I'm a stupid Webslut."
"Did you just drink toilet water?"
Madison laughed. "Yeah, oh my God, gross. Get out of here, I have to brush my teeth!"
Aaron backed up as Madison looked around in her bag for a toothbrush, found it, and went to the sink. "You ever drink piss?" He asked.
"I tried a taste of my own once. Been a while." She put the toothbrush in her mouth and started to brush.
"Ever do it again?"
"Would I? I don't know. It's not something I really found hot."
Aaron nodded as Madison spit into the sink and started to rinse off the toothbrush. She looked a little silly standing there brushing her teeth like she was just any other girl, concerned about where her mouth had just been. After all, the writing from earlier was still visible as ever - "Webslut" across her upper chest, "Ruin my Life" just under her breasts, and "Madison Holt (real name)" right under that. "3 hole whore - $5" was across her navel. "Sorry mom and dad" was on her lower abdomen and "rape meat" was written just above her pussy.
"Jesus Christ," officer Martin said out loud when he saw her come into full view, showing the writing in all its glory. "This slut really wants it...I feel sorry for that lady, but damn. This girl knows what she's doing."
At the hotel, Aaron pulled out his phone. "Over half a million! Nice job Madison!" She smiled and blushed.
"Come on guys, we're in the home stretch! Let's get me to a million and ruin me for good!" She egged on her viewers, smiling big. "I can't believe I just licked a hotel room toilet." She laughed. "It like - it wasn't even that bad, like - it's - I'm sure they clean it -"
Meanwhile, someone at the police station was able to get a read on her location. "Officer Martin, she's at the Halfway Inn, off Route 69. Do you want to head over there and do a wellness check?"
Officer Martin almost coughed, but regained his composure. "Uh - sure, I'll head over there now," he said. He took a glance at the screen again. Madison had made her way out of the bathroom, and on the live stream she was thanking her viewers and asking for suggestions for what to do next. Officer Martin picked up his keys and motioned for his partner, Wayne, to head for the cruiser, neglecting to even navigate away from the live stream on his computer.
"Any ideas you guys have?" Madison asked. "I - I mean I can't really leave the room. I don't want - I'm sure my parents are looking and I don't want them finding me. So - it's not like I can - I mean, I could go out somewhere but I don't - it's not a good idea to attract attention to myself. So I need things I can do here, in the room. Just message me or something, I'll look in a few minutes and I'll pick the best ones. Until then," Madison stood up and walked over to the window, the lamp near the air conditioner illuminating her body as she stood, posing, wondering if anyone could see her.
A few minutes later, Aaron and Madison sat down to check the ideas.
"Wreck your pussy with something big like a water bottle, wine bottle or something that size," she read. "Stay in the room while your friend goes to find a guy for you to hook up with, bring him back and Madison should be blindfolded and he has his way with her without her ever seeing who it is. All live streamed." Madison stopped reading. "WOW, that is really hot, like - such a great one!" She paused and let Aaron read some suggestions. "Take her to a strip club....well we'd have to stop the live stream, right? Hmmm. Let's see, piss on her in the shower, or have her piss on herself...answer a bunch of humiliating questions."
"I don't know..." Madison said.
"Oh - blast your current location on socials and invite all your followers to come fuck you."
"Wow, holy shit," Madison laughed. "Tall about ruined..." her voice trailed off, imagining what that would be like. She looked off to her left, with Aaron watching her as she reacted.
"Madison - oh my God. You're actually thinking about that one, aren't you?"
"I mean - just a fantasy. Not that I'm going to do it - it would be - it would defeat the purpose of coming here. Because then my parents could just come. Or try to get time out of here or something. You know they're trying to track me down right now." She looked away again, thinking of them. How selfish she had been, throwing away the future they wanted for her, they were buying for her with every rent payment and tuition check. She threw away her parents' love and respect for her, they really truly loved her as any parent should. They were wonderful parents and role models too. And here she was, in a seedy hotel, hiding from them as she intentionally destroyed her life and reputation. How sick!
"You know," Aaron said, breaking her train of thought. "You could post that anyone can come fuck you and if they're serious just send you a DM and you'll respond with location.
"How do I make sure I'm - not like - getting catfished by someone who's working with my parents?"
"Just use one of the socials they don't. And then hope you get to a million before they can get to you."
"Yeah, 'cause I'm pretty sure they would chain my hands to my ankles and never let me touch myself again!"
"Ooh, kinky..." Aaron joked.
"I mean - I don't know, I'm already kind of a huge slut. Maybe it doesn't matter."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Madison, still nude but covered in writing, scurried over to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's the cops!" She whispered to Aaron, who was not far behind.
"Cops? Shit!" He whispered back.
"I know! Please tell me you ordered male strippers, because if you didn't....there are two very real police officers right - there!" She whispered pointing to the door.
"Police! Can you open up please!" Came the call from the other side of the door.
"I thought they'd be harder to find," muttered officer Wayne.
"Never figured she'd be naked standing provocatively by the window," officer Martin replied. "Oh, Wayne - make sure your BWC is on. I don't know what we're walking into but I assure you, we don't want to be falsely accused in this situation." Of course, he was referring to his body cam, and Officer Martin had already activated his the moment he stepped out of the cruiser.
"What do I do?" Madison asked in the other side of the door.
"I don't know..." Aaron replied. "But you're going to have to convince them this was all your idea!"
"It WAS all my idea!" Madison whispered back.
Aaron pointed to the door as if to suggest that Madison plead her case to the officers, that she was wasting her breath telling him instead. A million thoughts raced through her head, as she replayed her actions in her mind, trying to think of any crimes she might have committed. Character assassination, perhaps, although that wasn't actually a crime despite the nomenclature. Slander? Was it a crime to slander oneself? Of course she didn't know slander was merely a civil matter, not somethjng that the police would involve themselves in, nor was it possible to commit slander by speaking the truth. And everything she had said about herself, down to the juiciest, most degrading morsel, had been true.
Maybe it was her displays at the window. Maybe someone had complained? Someone had seen? Oh, God, she thought - maybe someone saw her prancing naked down the hallway. Someone who didn't want to see her. Or someone who didn't want her boyfriend to see. She wondered if those guys had been able to keep straight faces when they went back to their girlfriends. Or that delivery driver...perhaps he had too many questions to answer when he finally made it back to work. Madison took a deep breath and exhaled. Maybe she had actually attracted too much attention and they were looking to arrest her, she thought. Then again, maybe it was nothing serious. Maybe she could talk her way out of it?
All of those thoughts raced through her mind in a matter of seconds, though it seemed like ages. She was trapped, though. There was no other way out. The police officer knocked again. "Police! We're just trying to make sure everything is OK!"
Madison looked at Aaron, confused. Maybe she wasn't in any trouble at all? Or maybe it was a trick, trying to get her to open the door. One thing was for sure - she was getting a click out of the adrenaline rush. Slowly, Madison opened the door, without even bothering to put clothes on. Slowly, she craned her neck, putting her head in the crack created by the partially open door. "Hi, I - uhh - what's going on?" She asked nervously.
"Why don't you tell us?" Officer Martin said.
"We're - we're just here to make sure you are okay," officer Wayne added.
"I - like - am I in trouble or something?"
"No, I mean, not with us, anyway. We're just here if you need some kind of help, can we come in?"
"Wh- what kind of help?" Madison asked. She may have opened the door another inch or so, but didn't make any significant move toward letting the police inside the room.
Officer Martin paused. This wasn't a time to beat around the bush, but he also needed to ensure Madison's cooperation to do his job. He took a deep breath, tried to relax himself and explained. "Madison - you're Madison, right? Madison Holt?"
Madison turned and looked back at Aaron. "Y-yes, how do you -" she trailed off as she spoke, wondering how the cops knew her name. "Have you been-" she started but she wasn't quite sure how to finish.
"Okay - Madison," officer martin continued. "I'm just going to be frank with you, can I do that?"
"Ummm - sure," Madison said slowly.
"I take it you're aware there are some - some raunchy things posted online about you."
"Oh, yes," Madison said. She blushed, embarrassed and smiled wide.
"Okay. We just need to come in and - because it's a little unusual for a young woman like you to - to post those kinds of things voluntarily - and I know you know what I'm talking about. We just need to come in and talk to you, and anyone else in here, and make sure this is all above board, do you know what I mean? Make sure you truly want to do this - to yourself, make sure you're not being forced, against your will, to-"
"To be a webslut?" She asked, opening the door a little farther.
"Yes, to -"
"Oh, um - yes, I mean, I'm - I know what I'm doing, I'm ruining my future." Madison could feel her pussy throbbing admitting this to a couple of cops who came and knocked on her door.
"If that's what you really want, let us in, we'll talk for a bit, check it out, and if that's really the case, you're an adult, you have the right to do that to yourself and we'll let you do it. We won't have a choice. Understand? Just - just keep it - you know. Don't make a scene in public or do anything public and indecent and we won't have any issues if you know what I mean."
Madison nodded submissively, opening the door as she dropped her hands to her sides, the full breadth of her nudity and the degree of her self-humiliation becoming apparent as the officers gazed upon her naked, marked body.
"Look, this IS what I want," Madison said firmly.
"We need to come in," Officer Wayne spoke up. "Can't have folks walking by seeing...you, like THIS," he said as he pointed at her. "Especially when cops get involved, everybody wants to gawk."
Madison nodded again and backed up, turned around and positioned herself in the center of the room, making a point not to cover anything - not her pussy, not her breasts, not the writing that still adorned her body.
"All of - that...". Officer Wayne pointed at the writing on her body as the officers got a good look at it for the first time.
"Yes, it's true...I'm a Webslut. I want everyone to help me ruin my life, and my real name is Madison Holt." She looked at one line in particular, suggesting that she was a 3-hole whore costing only $5. "Actually, that's not - that's not true, I haven't actually sold myself as a - I'm not a prostitute. It's a fantasy I've had but it's still just a fantasy."
"You can watch her old videos, she's fantasizing about that," Aaron spoke up. "Just call it research," he said with a smile. "You won't want to miss it, officers."
"And who are you?" Officer Martin asked.
"Oh, I'm - I'm Aaron, Aaron - Aaron Delfino. I'm - I'm just a friend helping her -" For the moment, the officers turned their attention back to Madison. "I mean, I do everything for free, honestly. But the rest of it is true."
"Rape meat?" Officer Wayne asked. "You're advertising yourself as...rape meat?"
Madison shook her head, her eyes beginning to well up. "I - it's not like - an - I mean, an advertisement - I - it's just hot that if, you know, someone were to do that..."
"To rape you?" Officer Martin inquired.
"Y-yes, to rape me, well, I - I might not - you know."
"Might not call the police?"
"Exactly, I'd just - sort of - let them."
"If you'd let them, it's not rape," Officer Martin explained, perplexed. "I mean, if it's consensual..."
"I know, it's just - maybe it's - a fantasy?" Madison said, sounding unsure of herself.
"Madison, be truthful with us, have you been raped?" Officer Wayne asked.
"What?" Madison asked, taken aback.
"I'm just asking - has anyone forced you to have sex or to perform sexual acts against your will. That's all."
"Why - why would you - who? When?"
"I don't know. Any-"
"No, no, I haven't been raped." Madison shook her head. "And Aaron, he - he hasn't raped me or anything or done anything wrong. This was all my idea. If you look at our messages, I asked for this. Asked for help with - with running myself, going viral."
"Sorry mom and dad," officer Martin said, reading the next to last line written on her body. "I hope they accept your apology someday, because right now, your mother is - she's very worried about you," he went on. As much ad he enjoyed the sight of her body, degraded for all, he also was trying to talk some sense into her. But as he suspected, she wasn't going to have it.
"So, umm - are we good?" Madison asked. "Like - I really did ask for this," she explained.
It was Officer Martin who took the lead. "So - again - you aren't in trouble, okay? I mean - are you sure this is really what you want?"
"Yes - yes," Madison admitted. Her head dropped and she looked at the writing on her body. She knew the officers were taking it all in, doing their jobs to be sure, but not without ogling her in the process. "My pussy is soaking wet right now, I'm so fucking turned on."
"By - by what?" Officer Wayne asked nervously. He wondered if he should have just kept his mouth shut - he wasn't sure if he was asking that question because of his professional duties, or if he was getting turned on too, wanting Madison to embarrass and humiliate herself further, wanting her to have to admit what she was doing.
Madison smirked. "All of this - you officers here - questioning me about whether I really want to," she stopped for a moment, swallowed her saliva nervously, and trembled as she continued to speak. "To ruin my life, be a Webslut, be disowned by my family...be humiliated."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I -"
"Don't be sorry," Madison said with a big grin. "I don't mind, I mean, I - I kinda like it - the cops come in and make me stand here naked and answer all these questions - ask me a hundred different ways if this is really what I want, like it's a - like it's an eternal, absolute rejection of the idea that someone might have put me up to it." Madison paused for a moment, with the officers just staring at her, open-mouthed. "And that thing is on I'm sure," she said, pointing to the body cam that the officers had been wearing. Officer Wayne, at least, had been adjusting his vest the entire time, ensuring the whole scene was captured, and making it obvious that the camera was on. It's not like Madison wasn't used to being filmed naked and humiliating herself. She just wasn't used to the cops doing it to her.
"Like - it's just - you're filming me, as I admit that I wanted all this, so I can't take it back - it's like the ultimate humiliation," she explained. She trembled hard, more turned on than she had been in a good, long time. It didn't help that she desperately needed to cum, that she had been turned on but denied for quite some time. "I - you have - do you know what that kind of humiliation does to me? To a slut like me?"
"O - okay," officer Martin finally spoke up. "I think we just need to separate the two of you for a moment. Madison, why don't you stay in here and Aaron, go out in the hall with Officer Wayne and we can just make sure everything is above board and then we'll determine what's going to happen," he explained.
Aaron nodded and stood to walk out of the room, where Officer Wayne followed him, allowing the door to close behind him.
"So, Aaron - you heard her say this was all her idea?"
"Yes, Sir," he replied. "This - she had posted online asking for someone to help her with this, and to be honest, I thought it was hot, and I reached out to her -"
"Okay. I mean, you'd agree this - what she's doing isn't exactly normal behavior and - you can understand why we have questions, can't you?"
"Yeah, sure, I mean, it's - she's completely crazy for wanting this. I mean, it's fucking stupid what she's - but it's all her, really, I mean it's what she wants. I'm just going - you know, helping her with it because it's - as crazy as it is, it's hot to watch her destroy herself like that. I mean how often do you find someone so willing...."
"Yeah, ok. Now she mentioned there were messages?"
"Sure." Aaron pulled out his phone and showed the messages to Officer Wayne.
"I guess I'm looking for someone to push me to admit on all my socials that I'm Webslut Madison and maybe post a couple of my more tame pictures so they don't get reported. Would you be interested in something like that? Like I need someone to be there and get me turned on and talk me into it, lol."
The officer kept reading. "So...she did want you to talk her into it based on this. I guess I'm confused as to where the lines of consent were. Was she willing to do this to herself, or did she need convincing?"
"Both," Aaron said after thinking for a moment. "She begged me to convince her, to make sure she went through with it."
"And did she have any way of - you know, of backing out if she changed her mind?"
"I guess not, but - she really didn't need much convincing," Aaron said. "I mean, ifI really thought she was chickening out or changing her mind, I would have - I would have called it off. But she seemed to - the more turned on - she got, she just - she wanted it even more, and she's been begging to ruin her life all night so I just don't see - you know, what the issue is. Except, like you said. It's really stupid. For her."
"Okay, Aaron," Officer Wayne replied. "Let's just hang out here, we'll see what she says. I'll talk to Officer Martin and we'll see what's going to happen, okay?" Aaron nodded. Somehow he was starting to feel better.
Meanwhile, Officer Martin talked to Madison. "I just need to do my job and make sure you aren't a victim here, that's why I came out here tonight. So I have to ask you, now that he is out of the room - if we need to help you with anything, this is the time to speak up and we can help you. Or this is really what you want?"
Madison stood in the center of the room, in front of the television. She stood, spreading her legs wide. She pulled her hair back and placed her hands behind her head, locking her fingers.
"I stand in this - this pose - with my legs spread, offering my cunt, my hands clasped behind my back, because I - I want to portray with my body, remove any doubt that this is what I crave, what I need even. That I am truly relinquishing any right that I ever had to self-respect, to consideration, to respect from anyone else. I am an object, to be used and discarded, to be shared and ruined. I am a slut and a cunt. I absolutely crave to ruin my own life and reputation and I fully accept the consequences."
Officer Martin's mouth dropped as he watched her, and his pants showed a visible bilge. "You're - you're sure? I just - I'm leaning toward letting you keep going, Madison. I just need to be a hundred percent sure you're asking for this. I mean, it all points to yes right now. I just - it's hard to believe."
"I know it's hard to believe and it's not what I should want for myself. But I am Webslut Madison Holt. I choose to be exposed permanently online as a slut. It is my choice. I am choosing to deliberately ruin my life, my future, and my relationships. I have not been forced, coerced, or threatened but make this decision willingly." She paused as she trembled, licking her lips. "I would swear in court that my ultimate goal is to be - to be fully ruined, to be the biggest Webslut, to have people search my name online and find my most explicit content. It's my goal to completely go viral so everyone knows I'm a slut, so I'm completely, absolutely ruined forever and I can't ever take it back." Madison, still holding her pose, looked down at the floor. Officer Martin did nothing to stop her, but stood, mouth gaping, catching the scene on his body cam.
"I will be a laughingstock," she continued. "A pariah. I am a stupid slut and I am a cunt," she continued, making sure not to use the word whore, not with the cops anyway, lest they ask further questions. "I know I'm not supposed to want this." She swallowed nervously. Her pussy was soaked and leaking down her thigh. "It's - you think I'm too pretty, too smart, too young. I'm sacrificing so much. I know I'm giving up a good life." Madison looked at the camera. "But I want to suffer. I want to regret it. Because I do want this because it makes me cum so fucking hard. I'm addicted to it, to the rush of self-destruction, to suffering, to ruining myself." Madison raised hand and slapped her face. "I wanted that," she explained. "I want to live in the agony of my arousal. I chose this, and if you want proof, I beg you to feel - to feel in between my legs," she said, still trembling. "To feel my cunt, how - how indescribably moist it is, dripping wet, begging to be - exposed, ridiculed, ruined - how it's dripping down my leg, how it would willingly accept whatever you or anyone else wants to do to it, put inside it. My hands are clasped to show that I make no effort to - to restrict access to my body or my holes, to hide from anyone or anything."
"Madison, I - as - I can't do that, I'm not going to touch you," Officer Martin said. He licked his own lips looking at the poor girl. My god, he wanted to use her, devour her even. Never in his love had he seen such a spectacle. Madison fell to her knees, keeping her legs spread. She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes into the back of her head, making herself look as dumb and useless as possible. "I can't," he continued. "It goes against...our code of conduct." He struggled to explain it as he looked at her, watching her humiliate herself.
"They might enjoy it," she said as she pointed at the computer.
"I'm sure they would, I mean - it would be a good porno, but I can't." Madison nodded.
"So...I'm not in trouble, right? I mean - do you see how much I want it? Even if you didn't touch my pussy? I mean, the offer stands..."
"Yeah, I - I have to go talk to Wayne." Madison nodded again.
"Wait," she said.
"Yes?
Madison stood, turned around, and slowly bent at the waist. Her hands instinctively went to her ass cheeks, which she spread wide as she bent over, exposing her bare asshole to the officer. She was desperate for him to just take her and use her. He just stared for a moment, watching her, seeing how she spread herself.
"Madison - that's -" he began, trying to find the words. "Next time the police come knocking, you really ought to put some clothes on. I know technically this isn't public, but - this is the kind of thing that - if I wanted to be an asshole, you'd end up in the hold for the night, you know?"
Madison turned around and stood up and smiled. "I know," she said seductively. The bulge in Officer Martin's pants was plainly visible as he turned to walk to the door. Opening it, he called for Wayne.
"As far as I can tell, it's legit. I hate to say it, but I think she wants it."
"Yeah, I mean, they both seem to agree that it was her idea to start with, that she's not doing anything she doesn't want to do." Officer Wayne replied.
"And if she - if she says she wants it, she wants to do this, then I mean, legally, that's her right to ruin herself like this as long as she's not out there stripping in public. Even if she's posting stuff she shouldn't online, on socials and stuff - that's not us. I mean - I think we have to let them keep going and report back."
"We can always keep an eye on the livestream," Officer Wayne replied.
"Oh, you would, wouldn't you?"
"Just to make sure she's safe," he replied.
Officer Martin looked at him, saying with his expression that he knew Officer Wayne just wanted to watch the girl destroy herself. But he motioned for Officer Wayne to call for Aaron, and then they all entered the room where Madison sat on the bed.
"So, after we've had a chance to speak with both of you," officer Martin began, "we see that - it looks like this is all consensual. So if that changes, Madison, you call us, okay?" She smiled politely and nodded. "And don't let us catching you exposing yourself in public." Madison nodded again. "And I suggest that - that - you're - what you're doing - it's really worrying your parents, your mom, so I would give her a call and maybe think about how this is affecting her and the rest of your family and friends. And - think about a different path. This is a - I've seen ruin, rock bottom. It isn't fun. This doesn't lead anywhere good. I know I'd be heartbroken if you were my daughter."
Madison looked up and smiled, crossed her right leg over her left and swung her foot back and forth. "But I'm not....not your daughter," she said with a smile. "And when it's not your daughter, sometimes, you just want to see the girl get it, don't you? Get used, corrupted, broken....humiliated? Ruined? Just - one thing. If my parents sent you out here - I'm - please don't tell them where I am."
Officer Martin shook his head. "Just...take care of yourself Madison. And call us if you have any problems." She nodded and the officers walked out the door.
"Speaking of the live stream, was that still on?"
"Yeah I'm pretty sure."
"I mean - I know people are allowed to video us. After everything that's happened, we can't really stop them -"
"Yeah, I mean we have BWCs anyway."
"See, good thing you didn't let that get out of hand, and now we have proof."
Officer Wayne switched off his body camera and watched as Officer Martin did the same. "I would have liked to have pounded her good though," Wayne said.
"That little slut was begging for it. The question is, how do we break it to her mom?"
Madison walked to the computer, smiling seductively. "So, um....I'm sure you saw, but two cops just came to check on me. Not sure what that's about, but, um...they said this was all consensual and left. So now I think maybe that frees me up to take an extra step, if you know what I mean. Find me, if you're local, DM me, I'll have my friend go through my messages and pick a few of you to come and fuck me. Now that the cops found me and left, nobody can stop me. Right?" She bit her lip and stood up.
"Six hundred thousand," Aaron reported.
Meanwhile, the officers sat down in the cruiser, and Officer Martin dialed Laura. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"Hello?" Laura answered.
"Hello, Ms. Holt, this is Officer Martin with the police department. I just wanted to reach out and let you know we were able to make contact with your daughter."
"Oh my god! Is she okay?"
"Seems fine. A little troubled, but....Ms. Holt, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news here, but after we made contact - it appears she's chosen this for herself. And as she's a consenting adult...there's - we can't intervene. Advise, yes, which we did, but we can't stop her." Laura began to sob. Mark, her husband, sat beside her on the couch, stroking her back.
"Wh-where is she?" Laura asked, through her tears.
"That's the other thing," Officer Martin said, sighing deeply. "She asked us not to divulge her location. And as a grown adult...we have to respect that."
Laura completely lost it at that point. She cried heavily, barely able to breathe. She was unable to speak another word, although she tried, and she wasn't even sure what to say. Part of her wanted to thank the cops, and part of her wanted to tell them to go to hell. If she could have spoken, she probably wouldn't have been polite. But in her anger and sorrow, she quickly hung up, tossed the phone down and buried her head in mark's chest.
"Honey, what's - what did they say?"
Laura shook her head and sobbed. The tears poured from her eyes and soaked Mark's shirt. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Laura sniffled deeply, closed her eyes and wailed. "Our daughter is a stupid webslut whore!"
(to be continued...)
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"police",
"slut",
"college",
"hotel",
"cops",
"webslut",
"body writing",
"humiliated"
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Sissy Drilla II
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https://www.literotica.com/s/sissy-drilla-ii
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Anal
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Scene One
Joe Black trotted down the dark, shadowy streets of Darktown on his way to the train station, however his purpose to get there on time came with caution, because 'running-while-black', could prove hazardous to any Black man's health.
He reached the bottom of the staircase and looked up behind him at the overhead tracks. He nodded his head to acknowledge he'd made it to the station. However, catching a train was not his top priority this hot, humid morning.
His eyes glanced up at the steps as a name floated on the surface of his consciousness. Kelly, yeah...Kelly. Just her name made him lick his full lips and brought his spear to life.
Only a month ago, on a rainy, soggy predawn hour, they spotted each other on the station platform. The storm was intense, as was the rain that drenched anyone caught in the downpour.
Joe retreated beneath a narrow canopy at the far end of the station, and when the pretty, petite girl asked could hide there with him, he warmly welcomed her. The proximity brought their raw energy together, and a connection was made; however, it was only seconds later that he realized his little cutie, with a pretty body, long braided hair, with blondish streaks, pinkish lips, and well-shaped bubble, was not an average girl but a very passable sissy.
Joe tried to turn off the switch or douse the fire within, but could not win. The sissy's energy was powerful as it ignited his raw, primal, savage instincts to breed.
Over the next few days, they played a game of cat and mouse as they conversed before the train arrived and during the ride.
Joe took every opportunity to stretch, flex, and pose his action figure-like physique before his audience of one, while Kelly took every opportunity to touch and brush against the muscle hard, black stud as well as wear provocative outfits that highlighted her sexy legs, curvy body, and fat, but tight bubble.
Joe's focus returned as he climbed the long staircase. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he heard voices nearby. He found that unusual, simply because in the two years he'd taken this train at this station and until Kelly showed up, it was rare that he had company. The voices sounded hostile, and Joe quickened his pace.
Once he reached the station platform, his eyes locked on three shadowy figures around Kelly, and it didn't sound like a pleasant conversation.
"Yo bitch, do you have any more money?"
"No, I don't...I don't carry that much cash." Kelly cried.
"Yo, why don't we take her ass to an ATM and make her take out some funds?" A slim, tall guy suggested, while another chimed in."
"Come on fellas, we're already in enough shit, why don't we just..."
"Chill, dude, chill, the short instigator interrupted as he adjusted his baseball cap, then returned his attention to Kelly. "We're just having some fun, right wanna be bitch?"
"Guys, you're drunk and this is wrong, I haven't done anything to you."
"Oh no, cum breath, you see you're wrong. The very fact that I have to look at your faggot ass is an offense to me and folks everywhere." The instigator growled, then added in a drunken slur.
"I should toss your worthless ass down on those tracks and put you out of your misery. After all, who's gonna miss a lowlife, cum drinker?" The investigator laughed as he wrapped his large hand around Kelly's throat and brought her to the edge of the platform that overlooked the train tracks.
"Don't you think that would be a humane thing to do, huh faggot, I just tossed you down on the tracks and..."
"Alright, dude, that's enough. Barry's right, we don't need any more trouble, let's go." The tall, slim man suggested.
"Man, you guys are blowing my high with all this good Samaritan bullshit."
"Yo...you need to listen to your boys and leave my girl alone."
All heads turned toward the sound of the voice. The instigator's eyes shrank as he examined the intruder.
"What, did you say...this is your girl...what are you blind, the bitch is a dude."
"I'm sorry she doesn't meet your standards, but she's my girl, all the same."
"Really, so what...are you a faggot lover, or just a buffed, faggot too?" The instigator growled as he released Kelly, and he and his boys closed in on Joe, who casually slid his hand into his gym bag, located his handgun, and readied himself for whatever.
"So, you like fucking faggots, is that it?" One man asked with his baseball cap on backwards and was referred to as Barry.
"I like living my life according to how I choose to live it, not someone so insecure and afraid of what others think and fear about themselves that they take out their frustration on others. That shit is weak, feel me?" Joe fired back.
"So, you're saying this sissy is your...girlfriend?" The tall guy asked curiously.
"Yo...Kelly, get your ass over here." Joe barked, and Kelly dashed beside him. The alpha wrapped his heavily muscled, veiny arm around Kelly's waist and pulled her into his super hard, dark, chocolate colored, sweat-covered physique, then turned the sissy to him and kissed her lips.
Kelly reacted initially in shock, but once she felt the hard body, the full lips, and spear against her body, she melted into the alpha's arms.
The three bullies cried out in unison, "Oh shit," then watched as the alpha squeezed and pulled the sissy close as they walked to the opposite side of the platform.
"Oh wow...thank you...Thank you, Joe." Kelly cried as she now freely ran her hand along the alpha's broad back, which, along with his massive chest, shoulders, and arms, stretched out his purple and gold polo shirt to the max.
"No, probably, damn young boys, got nothing better to do than fuck with folks about their insecurities."
Joe casually looked back and saw the young thugs as they walked down the steps.
"I know, would you believe the loudmouth guy tried to flirt with me a while back and I rejected him," Kelly interjected.
"Yeah, that explains it. I'm not surprised. There's nothing worse than a fake ass bullshit artist." Joe explained as he kept the sissy close to his body.
Kelly opened her mouth to speak, but the heated alpha energy sent waves of lust through her frame. The adrenaline rush initiated by the bullies, now transformed into the adoration and erotic friction of being with a man she'd fantasized about every night she while in her bed since she met him. he was her hero, and only accentuated her love and lust for him.
She shuddered as she felt dwarfed in the arms of the 6-foot-one-inch, 230 Lbs. Black bodybuilder, yet somehow she stammered.
"I guess...I...I should be thankful to those bullies."
"Why?" Joe asked.
"They allowed me to be taken in the arms by a real man and kissed like a girl, heh he, I'm still shivering. I don't think I'll ever get over it."
"Oh, so you like it when a real man kisses you?" The alpha asked as his hand squeezed even tighter around her waist.
"That's because I got a sweet tooth for petty little cutie sissies like you...in fact,"
Joe spun the sissy back before him once more, then engulfed her lips with his own as he kissed her passionately and forced his hard body into her.
Kelly flung her arms over her lover's massive shoulders and curled her leg up behind her as she gave into her lust for male comfort.
The brilliant light of the oncoming train briefly broke the spell between them. Kelly's face glistened in the pale lights as she exclaimed.
"God, I feel so...so weak."
Joe's rapid reflexes and powerful arms held the sissy up as he saw she was barely conscious.
"Hey...Kelly...Kelly what's wrong?"
"I...I don't know, I just feel so...dizzy."
"The trains here, do you think you can make it to work?"
"I don't know. I took some meds for my neck; I don't usually take them this early. I guess it's having an adverse effect on me."
"Whatever the case, the doors are open; we need to get on."
"No, that's okay...I think I need to go home." Kelly replied in a drowsy voice.
"Damn, you can barely stand, how are you going to make it home?" Joe challenged.
"I guess I could call an Uber."
"How far away do you live from here?"
"I'm only a block away. Don't worry, Daddy, I can make it."
Her soft, sweet voice, her warm, tender body sent waves of erotic heat through the buffed black hunk, and despite his best efforts to stifle his words, they flowed smooth and easy out of his mouth.
"Yo, I'll walk you home, just lean on my shoulders."
"No...Joe, that's not cool, you need to get to work, don't let me hold you up."
"No, you just shut up and let me hold you up, and I'll take you home." The alpha insisted, however, he silently agreed; the move wasn't cool. It was a little over a month before his date with destiny, as he planned to marry his girlfriend of the last two years. Tardiness was important to him because he was scheduled for a promotion with his construction crew. Yet at this moment, he lacked the strength and the discipline to fight off his primal feelings. It wasn't the first time he'd given in to his hunger for sissy flesh. With love for his beautiful fiancée, he thought he'd put these feelings to rest, but nevertheless, when the Lion is Hungry...The Lion will Feed.
Scene Two
As they entered Kelly's apartment building, the pretty sissy lost consciousness once more, and her buffed black protector carried her up the four floors to her apartment.
Joe easily carried Kelly into her bedroom and laid her softly on the bed.
"Okay, you're safe and sound at home. I need to get back to the station, I don't want to be late."
"Thanks again, Joe, thanks for everything." Kelly cried as her hands gripped and held on to the man's thick, muscular forearms.
"Hey, no problems, I had to look out for my cutie girl."
"That's so sweet, do you think...I mean, get you get me a bottle of water before you leave. I think I'm gonna lie right here until I feel better."
"Yeah..." Joe glanced down at his watch, then nodded his head.
"I can do that, I saw your kitchen when we came in, I'll be right back.
"Kelly's body was on fire as eyes devoured the body of her black hunky guest. His hard, chocolatey, steel-hard, sweaty body and manly odor had her on the verge of orgasm. She fought and lost the desire to let things here as she covertly decided to see if she could entice this incredible manly man to stay for a while longer.
She kicked off her shoes and curled her knees up into her body. She lifted her long sweater to display her tight abdomen, then nervously rubbed her legs together to control her urgent lust.
The sissy quickly dashed into her bedroom, then hopped into bed. She kicked off everything but her panties, then snatched the sheets up to cover most of her nakedness.
"Joe...I'm in the bedroom." She shouted.
"Here you...whoa..." Joe exclaimed as he saw the sissy curled up on the bed, with a weak and vulnerable look in her eyes, and brought his spear back to life.
Once again, before Joe could walk away, Kelly called him over, then licked her lips as she asked meekly.
"Joe, I don't want to get you into trouble, but could you do me one last favor?"
"What now?" Joe asked impatiently.
"Can you kiss me one last time, like you did at the station?"
"I don't think so, I've been around long enough to know, one kiss leads to another and another, and you figure out the rest of the scenario."
Kelly's lips trembled as she slid her feet and toes out from the sheets, and then along the lengthy bulge in the shorts of her guest.
"I'm so sorry, when I get like this...I just can't help myself."
'Oh fuck...girl...Kelly...shit, you're gonna get me caught out there." Joe groaned as his willpower weakened under the touch of the sissy in bed.
Kelly marveled and sat up in the bed as she felt the spear as it bounced and stretched the fabric of the alpha's shorts in response to her toe-taps about it.
No words were spoken as the sissy lay back down and continued to massage the fabric-covered spear with her feet and toes.
"Hey...Kelly...don't do this, I can't refuse you right now, it's not wise to fuck with a hungry man."
"You're asking me to be logical, you're asking me to be reasonable, that's something I'm unable to do...watch this."
Kelly skillfully slid her toes up to and down between the alpha's waist and the elastic waistband of his shorts, and in one swift moment, she yanked them down, and out popped the erect black lumber that had already poked outside his boxers.
"Damn...Kelly, it's not cool to fuck with a hungry lion," Joe warned in a deep, intense, beasty voice.
"I guess I'll have to take my chances."
With that said, Kelly lifted to her knees on the bed, leaned down, and gave the big, long, veiny, uncut spear a kiss upon the slightly skin-covered, pinkish brown crown, and from that point on, it was game on.
The powerfully built alpha curled and flexed his arms as he saw his 9-inch-plus spear as it twitched with every inch that disappeared between the sissy's pinkish lips.
He snarled and clenched his teeth as he saw the cock hungry sissy's lips and jaws smooch and sucked about his hard, angry tool.
"Yeah, cutie...give daddy all that lip service, um hm, yeah, suck up on that dick baby, yeah.
Kelly allowed her freaky lust to take over when she gripped the tool at the base, bent it downward, then released and allowed it to pop up and slap he face. She smooched it up against his abs and slid her tongue about it and the snake-like muscles.
Suddenly, Joe barked as he slapped Kelly's face.
"You really think you're slick, doncha, sissy, you seduced me into taking you home, you took advantage of me."
"No, Joe...it wasn't like...ugh," the sissy cried as the large hand wrapped tightly around her throat.
"I told you about my job and my relationship and you still lured me here anyway. So, you wanna play my Sissy Bitch, alright, let's play."
In an erotic rampage, the buffed black alpha lifted the sissy over his head and spun her around several times to disorient her, then tossed her down on her back on the bed. he quickly hopped up on the bed, straddled the sissy, planted his knees down on her arms to prevent any resistance, then stabbed his spear down into her mouth.
"You wanna be a bitch...right...you just had to have all this big black dick, huh...okay, now get it bitch, swallow that shit...cutie little slut." The alpha barked as he face-fucked his helpless sissy.
"Gulp...gulp...gak...gak...gulgak...gagak!"
Despite her excitement, Kelly welcomed the huge spear that stretched out her throat and scent ripples of lust each time the hot, manly odor filtered through her nostrils.
The Bitchmaker snatched his slippery, wet tool from Kelly's mouth, then slid it about her nose, lips, and decorated her pretty face with a saliva-precum mask. He slapped his spear against her lips, then grabbed her hair and forced he off the bed.
He forced her down on her back, then raised and planted his foot on her lips, and then forced his toes into her mouth. Once he had fed her both his feet, he proudly strolled over to a recliner chair. He took a seat, raised the chair, and ordered the sissy to continue kissing his feet.
"Tell the truth, if those guys wanted to fuck you at the station, would you have done it, would you suck them up and take that cock?"
"No, but then again, I don't think they would've given me a choice."
"Good, then you know when to fall in place. I like that shit." The alpha declared as he hopped out of the chair and then yanked the sissy up to meet his kiss. Black Joe cradled the sissy's face as his tongue stabbed into her throat. He slowly licked and bit her neck, sent his lips, tongue, mouth, and hands out to ravage the pretty sissy. He firmly bit her nipples and made them a hot pink; he smooched and licked her clavicle bone as he continued to smooch his way down and poked his tongue into her belly button, and as he did so, he reached down and grabbed the small bulge in her panties, and then squeezed it hard as he laughed at her the size of her clitty cock.
"Little dick bitch," He laughed, then ordered.
"Go put something sexier than those panties you're wearing?"
"Yes, I can..."
"Don't waste time talking, get it done, slut." Joe snapped, then mushed Kelly's face playfully.
Eager to please her lover of the moment, Kelly raced over to the closet, yanked it open, and decided to slide into the first thing she saw, which happened to be a purple lace and mesh babydoll & G-String outfit, and with one look into the alpha's eyes, she knew she had his approval.
He forced her to her knees on the recliner chair seat cushion, then spanked her bubble with authority.
"Tell the truth, bitch...you wished those brothers had fucked you raw on that platform, didn't you?"
"No daddy, ahh, shit it hurts, you're spanking me so hard."
"Stop that whining, slut, daddy knows best, because daddy brings pain, but he also brings...pleasure."
The buffed alpha forced the sissy face to the floor, while he gripped and spread his sissy's cheeks and then attacked her warm, tight, underused anal ring of flesh.
"Oh, fuck daddy, it's like that...you're just gonna eat my hot little pussy...oooh it feels so good."
"Yeah, bitch, well feel this," Joe growled as he dropped the sissy to the floor, grabbed her neck, as he had her face away, placed her knees down into the seat cushion. With his large, dark hand gripped around his huge, black, shiny, hard tool, he forced the sissy to slide her hole back to meet his dark invasion.
Joe became a black, enraged muscle beast. He stumped his foot as he gripped the sissy's waist and pounded her savagely. He reached forward, grabbed her hair, and yanked her back to meet his intense thrusts.
Kelly desperately attempted to grip the back cushion of the chair to pull away, but the lion was as hungry as he was relentless. He harshly slapped her ass with authority as he barked.
"Keep that back arched, bitch, feed that dick to your ass-pussy."
Kelly whined as her makeshift pussy, made loud, nasty, wet, airy noises.
"Oh yeah, look at you little cutie...umm, cumin all over my dick. Ahh...girl...get all that dick."
Once again, the madness set in for the black hunk as he snatched the sissy from the chair and placed her back on her feet. He bent her over, reinserted his spear, straightened her up, and fuck-walked her across the room and over to a window. He slid the window open and forced her torso outside and partially closed it at her waist. A wicked smile grew on his face as he warned.
"You better hold on to that window ceil bitch, and don't let go, or I'll fuck your ass right out this window."
Although in her heart, she knew he would most likely not carry out his threat, nevertheless, the intense pounding from behind and her weak grip, as well as the possibility of falling, were enough to create a firestorm of multi-orgasmic bliss.
Kelly gave up and surrendered as this black, big dick muscle god, fucked her into Sissy-Heaven.
"Argghhh...aarrgghh...gonna feed that pussy with some hot seeds." The alpha growled as his body stiffened and his hard, veiny weapon discharged a quick load while he tongued her ear.
She babbled incoherently as the alpha snatched her from the window, and fuck-walked her back across the room, spun her around several times, then slapped her face and pushed her down on her back and on the recliner. He yanked her up, then he sat down in the seat, ushered her up to mount him and slide down on his humongous ebony tower.
Kelly's body shook ecstatically as she bounced up and down on the extra-long black pole. She rolled her eyes back as once again, she surrendered to her lust. She threw her arms around her lover's shoulders and used them as leverage to twerk up and down and about on the big, hard spear.
Joe's large, dark hands firmly gripped the sissy's bubble as he twisted it about, then slammed it down on his spear.
"Oh, daddy, it's so deep...it's so deep...I love how your cock feels inside me. I feel so complete."
"Yeah, get that dick, cutie ass sissy, you were born for this."
Frantically, the sissy caressed her daddy's sweat-covered face, then pressed her lips to his lips as they kissed with unbridled passion.
Kelly reversed her position, spun away from her lover, and slid back down on the big black lumber. She cooed.
"I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow."
"You mean the day after tomorrow, cause I gonna fuck your pretty ass stupid." The alpha growled as he pushed the sissy off him and laughed as he watched her crash to the floor.
The strong black lion stood and looked down on his slavish lover and chuckled.
"I hope you realize what you've done, bitch. You've wrecked my vows before I even took them. You released the beast in me, after I thought I lost him and now that he's out, I don't know if I can control him."
The longer he spoke, the more intense he became. His voice grew darker, deeper, and he spoke through clenched teeth as he flexed his powerhouse body. He ripped off his polo shirt and then flashed a double-biceps pose. He growled and grunted as he flexed his hard body until veins, striations, and shredded hard muscle danced all over his body.
"You did this to me, you brought out my beast, and now, your ass is gonna pay...in spades. Get your ass back up in this chair, ass out, back arched, head in the cushion...hurry up...bitch.
Joe took a wide-legged stance and then used his legs, his back, his chest, and arms to yank the sissy back as he slammed into her furiously, passionately.
Kelly took the dick down as best she could, but once the spear attacked her inner ring, she once again attempted to escape, but as she did so, the alpha hunted her down and climbed on top of her, yanked her hair, as he continued to drill her wildly.
The sissy's body convulsed as she was overwhelmed by hot, urgent lust. She noticed her ass-gasm cream had splattered down and absorbed into the chair cushion, and then she realized something miraculous had happened to her. Her clitty cock was soft, and although it leaked profusely, she had no sign of an erection, yet her makeshift pussy made up for any penial stimulation and instead rocked her prostate in continuous waves of ass-gasmic bliss.
With sweat in her eyes, and saliva on her chin, the sissy fought to climb higher on the chair, but the alpha continued to stalk her as he pounded her harder and harder as if to make her pay for the futile attempt, however once he climbed too high on the back seat cushion, the balance changed and as a result the chair flipped down and snapped away from the base of the chair.
Kelly dug her fingernails into the carpet and tried to drag herself away, but the alpha stalked her and put her to the dick until she could barely think, speak, and barely breathe.
"You want some more babies, cutie, huh...are you ready for more of daddy's babies...yeah, bring your ass here." Joe barked as wrapped the sissy into his arms and squeezed her tightly as his spear ejaculated and gushed hot sperm into Kelly's overmatched sissy womb.
As the afternoon arrived, Joe held Kelly in a spoon position as they lay in bed, then suddenly the black alpha sighed as he broke free and turned over on his back.
Kelly never turned to face her conqueror; instead, she simply asked with her eyes closed.
"Are you okay, daddy?"
"No, I am not okay, not after what we just did. I am supposed to be getting married next month, and my job position might be in jeopardy after this shit."
"I'm sorry...daddy."
"Fuck it, there's no need to for you to be sorry. It's not you...it's this mutha thing right here." He growled as he grabbed and strangled the base of his semi-hard spear.
"Please don't blame him, he's my savior and he's only doing what he does, we're the ones always trying to control him."
"Nah, you don't understand, it goes deeper than that. You exposed me. I always thought I wanted the marriage, the kids, the house, the car, and the dog and cat life, but now...here you come along and in just a few hours, you've challenged all that. This isn't the first time I've fallen in lust with a sissy before, but that was back in the day when I was a man cub. This time it's different, and the fact that it happened so easily is what really worries me. I mean...shit, how can I play the role of someone I'm not? I love my girl, I would love to marry her, but I can't live like that, the stakes are just too high."
The sissy rolled over on her stomach, then climbed between her alpha's legs, took the tool from his hand, held it up right, and licked it like a popsicle until it once again stood tall, shiny, and erect.
"Daddy, I know I could never be the wife you dreamt about, but I do know this. I adore you, from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes, and to the crown of your big, beautiful, black cock. I would serve you like the king that you are and..." She paused as her mouth and tongue licked, kissed, and swirled her lips about his bulbous cock head, and then concluded.
"If you make me your sissy bride, I'll make the transition...for you and you won't only have a sissy wife, you'll have a slave...for life.
"Damn, I already pumped my sperm inside you over five times, and you know what...I am ready to go again." Joe growled as he flipped the sissy on her back, spread her legs, and bred her once again.
The sissy spread her legs and wrapped them around her champion lover. She whispered.
"Let me be your sissy wife...black me for life?"
As the black alpha's spear breached the sissy's love canal once more, and his lips pressed down on her lips, he knew no matter what happened beyond this moment forward, there'd be no going backwards. His beast was released, and when the lion is hungry, the Lion Will...Feed."
DN
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"dominant",
"black alpha",
"sissy",
"top",
"bottom",
"submissive",
"erotic coupling"
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Odd Jobs
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https://www.literotica.com/s/odd-jobs-3
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Taboo/Incest
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The justifications came fast and furious as I accepted a blow job from Zelda, my tenant, the daughter of my best friend and a girl less than half my age. Making a list of reasons why it was okay to be having that particular girl sucking my cock, I hedonistically enjoyed the fabulous sensations while a remote, almost separate part of my mind squirmed, trying to twist what was happening into something okay to be doing.
Enjoying her warm, wet mouth enthusiastically sliding so deliciously over my erection, I recalled her doing that nine months before, in the winter. I'd been astonished by her desire to have sex with me then, and was once again blow away that she was willing to blow me.
Zelda took my cock deep into her mouth, as far back as she could into her throat and I groaned as sensations flooded through me. Appearing perfectly happy, Zelda moved her succulent mouth up and down my shaft, clearly relishing the sucking me as she explored as much of my cock as her lips and tongue could reach. I was certainly enjoying it. As she lightly ran her trim, working-woman's fingernails over my balls and exposed shaft, she grinned, teasing me exquisitely.
A selfish, approval hungry part of me unworthily thought maybe I deserved to have a teenager sucking me off. It wasn't the first time, so why fight it now? But I had tried to stop her. Feebly, but I'd made an effort.
In and out, Zelda suckled me, moving her mouth over my hard-on and I hoped she was enjoying having me in her mouth as much as I was enjoying being there. It was difficult to say looking down at her face, the small woman on her knees, peering up at me as she took me deep in her throat, her tongue dancing all over the underside of my member.
I felt shocked, terrified and mesmerized all at once, but, I admit I'd stopped asking her to stop pretty much as soon as she lowered her mouth to my pole and kissed the knob. A depraved part of me argued why not just let it happen, if she wants it too? I'd wanted her to put my erection in her mouth for so long, I didn't know how to resist, same as last time.
Nine months. Nine months pretending I hadn't fucked her daughter whenever around Zelda's mom, Lizbeth. Almost a year pretending to those that worried about me that I hadn't had any sex in years. Pretending to myself that I was cool to never repeat what had happened late one night when Zelda got scared and crawled into bed with me.
Zelda had known me her whole life. I was friends with her parents before she was even born, I've known her mom since college and have been like an Uncle to Zelda forever. The realization that she had wanted me for a long time when she crawled into my bed last winter and then letting her seduce me had been pretty disturbing. It was weird because, among many reasons, she'd used to always want her mom and I to get to together in spite of us repeated letting Zelda know Lizbeth and I were more like siblings.
For years she'd tried to get her Mom to be with me, but we insisted that we were too much like brother and sister to have a romance and eventually Zelda had dropped it. Yet somewhere inside, it seemed something had been percolating inside her fertile mind.
Last time we'd slept together, Zelda told me she compared her lovers at University to me and found them lacking. After fulfilling her fantasy of sleeping with me, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been with anyone since and if I still measured up to her original fantasy.
Zelda happily continued deep-throating me as I remembered the moment I realized she'd wanted to have sex with me snuggled in my guest bed in her Mom's house. It had been a chilly winter night and a frightened nocturnal visitor crept into my bed and seduced me in spite of my rather feeble efforts to dissuade her. We'd always been close because I was the kind of family friend that would come by and pay attention to her when the other grown-ups just wanted to talk to each other. I was among the first to treat her like a grown up and tried to never make her feel anything other than safe, loved and special, so taking advantage of her was not something I'd wanted to do.
However, I could never deny her anything she really wanted and she proved that night what she wanted was me. Back when her parents split up and later when she and her Mom moved away, I'd done my best to be someone she could trust and connect with. Whenever she and her mom needed my help with anything, I was there, if possible.
Removing my cock from her mouth, Zelda began to run her soft lips up and down the sides of my shaft, her tongue wriggling along my flesh, teasing me. The lewd way she used her mouth made me moan deep in my throat, making Zelda smile. It was excitingly taboo to be engaged in a sex act with her and the more excited she got the greater the titillation I felt.
Zelda had gushed over my physique that first night, which felt amazing coming from someone as adorable, attractive and sexy as Zelda was. I'm a working man who, eats healthily and doesn't over indulge in much of anything, but in my forties, balding, greying and stuck in my ways, I never anticipated a woman still in her teens would ever want me. But twice now she had slipped past my defences and seduced me.
As Zelda began to suck and bathe my balls, my justifications continued.
'She does owe me rent...' I uncharitably thought.
Zelda was broke and I was her landlord. This was her idea of a way to pay rent. No matter how much I also found it exciting, she considered it payment for her shelter since she didn't have any money. Zelda's folks had raised her to pay her debts. They weren't wealthy, but they worked hard and were proud to be able to make their way in the world without taking handouts. We all were. Yet when Zelda had needed to move to the city for University there wasn't much money. The options for schools and a place to live were limited. To make matters worse, Zelda's Mom lost her job as a therapist when the organization she worked for closed just before Zelda moved and it got much harder to make ends meet.
Luckily, I was able to help once more.
Most of Zelda's life, I'd been broke, like most of the folks we all knew, but a few years back I had managed to scrape enough together to start my own business and it had taken off. I'd moved to the city, bought a house and was making more money than I knew what to do with. My kid was finished university and I'd paid all her student loans. She'd moved away for work, leaving a vacancy at my place.
Naturally, I offered Zelda a room to live in while she attended school. Lizbeth and I had worked out a deal where Lizbeth would pay $300 a month for the room, even though I insisted I didn't want it. I couldn't say no to either Lizbeth or Zelda, both because her mom was a force to be reckoned with, but also because I cared about them too much to argue with her.
Once Zelda realized that the rent money was going to dry up because of her Mom's job loss, she and her Mom had agreed that Zelda would do whatever odd jobs she could around the house to make up for not being able to pay rent. I was pretty embarrassed to have her cleaning my place, cooking for me and fixing little things I hadn't gotten around to. I knew her mom was pushing her to find any little odd jobs she could to make up for not being able to pay me rent for her room. I hoped they understood, I would happily let her stay for free, but they insisted.
When she first moved in, there was an almost awkward, shyness between us as she settled into living with me for the first time. Even though I'd stayed at her house all through her childhood and she'd visited my old place many times, I was in a new house and nothing was familiar to her, including my stiff, reserved demeanour with her those first few days. I'm not very talkative at the best of times, but usually I have no problem discussing uncomfortable subjects, but her youth and the illicit nature of our first encounter choked the words in my throat.
That first time together we had not used a condom and I'd finished inside Zelda. The act of cumming inside her had been powerfully erotic for both of us, her begging me to do it and it making me cum harder than ever before. Spilling my sperm inside such a ripe, potentially fertile young woman had been a highlight of my entire sexual life.
However, it had been tense and awkward communicating about it the next day with her mother right there. We both texted each other on social media and she assured me she would take a Morning After pill. I transferred her money for it and we flirted back and forth, enjoying the playful game of teasing each other in the room with her mom.
However as soon as we went back to our real lives communication dropped off and reduced to sending memes fairly quickly, then silence. I'd assumed she felt badly about what we did and guilt kept me from communicating with her like a mature person should have.
The planning for her to move in frightened and thrilled me. I did my best to pretend nothing had happened between us for some dumb reason and, as she settled in, Zelda adapted my attitude. Her work around the house as she did odd jobs to make up the lack of rent was impeccable, her general demeanour warm and friendly, as usual, so i decided to let the past be the past, assuming we'd never be together again.
Then, only a week since Zelda had moved in, I had unthinkingly complained that my neck and shoulders were stiff from work. Of course Zelda immediately offered to give me a massage, constantly vigilant for ways to pay me back for letting her live there for free. Hesitating, I then remembered Zelda had often given her Mom massages and I thought she might be good at it.
As usual, I had been reluctant to take advantage of the much younger woman, but Zelda gave me her best imitation of her mother's glare and told me not to be stupid. Impressed with her, I laughed and relented.
"Where can we do this? On the floor?" she'd asked.
"Bit painful, I think" I mused.
"Your bed!" Zelda offered and rushed toward the stairs to my room.
Reluctant to be on a bed with her again, having not yet spoken about our night of passionate sex, I didn't follow right away. Seemly unconcerned, she looked back and beckoned me.
"Come on!"
Zelda reached for my hand and I enjoyed the womanly feel of her soft, tiny hand as she pulled me up the stairs behind her. Before Zelda plunged into my home, it had been days since anyone had touched me, weeks since my last hug and I hadn't been with any women since the astonishing night with Zelda the winter before.
Simply holding her hand was a thrill.
When I took off my shirt, Zelda's eyes widened. The last time we'd been together she'd gushed over my body, making me flex for her as she ran her hand, then mouth over my muscles, but it had been a dark night. That was the first time she had a full view of my torso and her face told me she was pretty impressed.
I'm pretty cleanly defined, not big, but strong. I rarely take my shirt off, because in spite of wanting the female attention, its embarrassing when it happens. I get shy, assuming women will judge me for being too vain, but I really love the way a woman responds to my body when I'm in good shape. I can't help it.
After a moment of her ogling my torso while I blushed, Zelda told me to get on the bed and I complied. Zelda knelt on the bed beside me and began to massage oil covered hands across my neck and upper back.
Yes, I have massage oil, so what?
The first few moments were uncomfortable, the intimacy of her touch and the nature of our relationship so complex. Before we'd fucked, she rarely ever touched me after she'd reached puberty. I had thought that natural and hadn't questioned it. So, not only had it been a long time since we'd been physically close, now the past sex was hanging over us, never discussed.
Feeling like a coward for not having a conversation about what happened on New Years night, I maintained my silence as her wonderful hands kneaded sore muscles. The slide of her slippery hands over my flesh was titillating, stirring unseemly thoughts. Yet, soon her skill and the enjoyment I got from her massaging sore muscles overcame the desire I had for a girl I'd known her whole life.
As I drifted under the spell of her magical hands, I recalled that even as a child Zelda hadn't called me uncle as she did to most of her parent's male friends. Our connection had always been different. Closer. We conspired and whispered inconsequential secrets and when we played imagination games she'd always called me her husband.
Just as the memory came back to me, as if in perfect synchronicity she blurted out.
"Do you remember how I always called you Dear and Husband when I was little? I loved pretending we were married and now here we are living like a real married couple."
My muffled laugh rumbled back at me from the crook of my arm where I cradled my head.
"You know I would never let a wife do so much house work on her own, right?"
"Maybe." she thought for a moment, the replied. "But you'd have to divide the labour and maybe the deal would end up the same way we have it."
Still rubbing, she massaged my back seeking knots and working them hard while I endured her ministrations.
"Maybe your wife's love language would be acts of service, just like yours." Zelda said using a phrase I didn't know.
"My love language?"
"Yeah! How you express your feelings. It a thing most people do. You ought to try it."
I had to assume she meant I was supposed to be the adult who brought up the elephant in the room, but I was too lulled by the excellent massage to end it by getting into a deep conversation.
"Nah. I tried that once. It didn't feel good."
Luckily she laughed. probably because I was usually pretty good at expressing myself, unlike the men her Mom dated... and her Dad truth be told. There was just that one, huge conversation...
We fell into a more comfortable silence and Zelda worked diligently on my aching back. After a time, she crawled over me and knelt on the other side to work an area she couldn't reach, being small at five foot three.
"Damn, you are good at this" I complimented her as she loosened a fairly old knot in my lower back
"Thank you!" she beamed, loving the approval.
Recalling Zelda had daddy issues and felt abandoned by him, I'd stroked her sense of pride in doing a good job at something. She deserved to know it was a good job, but I also knew she was susceptible to compliments. However, I think taking pride in hard work is a good thing. My work was very physical and I do yoga every day afterwards to decompress and keep healthy, but every place she massaged felt like corded rope, tight and sore until she worked it loose. She was legitimately earning my praise.
Soon after, Zelda swung one leg over my buttocks and straddled me, sitting on my butt and beginning to massage along the ridges of my spine. It should have been innocent, she had crawled all over me like monkey bars the whole first half of her life, but she was a woman now, we'd had sex once and I could feel the heat coming from her vagina through both our jeans.
Reminding myself I was her landlord, old family friend and twice her age, I tried not to grow erect as she pressed herself to my buttocks. Intoxicated by her excellent hands, I was none-the-less profoundly aware of her pussy pressing against my butt and the memory of being inside her last winter. As she rocked back and forth on top of me, giving my back long up and down strokes with both hands, I recalled her grinding back against me as I fucked her from behind, spooned together for warmth in a chilled bedroom.
I groaned in appreciation of the press of her hands on my back and with the tormenting erotic memory of cumming inside her. The sound was unintentionally erotic and I felt myself flush.
"Good spot?" she asked archly.
"Fuuuuck yeah..."I drawled languidly.
Being caressed by her slippery hands was deeply erotic and I found that my body was responding to her touch in spite of my attempt to stay reserved. Now that my cock remembered fucking Zelda, I couldn't stop my thoughts from going to lewd places.
'Maybe I should ask for a happy ending' a sinister part of me whispered.
Even as I smiled to myself about it, I felt myself grow warmer at the thought. Allowing her hands to roam, Zelda caressed me while I indulged in the idea of fucking her again. For several moments her small, strong hands ceased being instruments of toil, my libido converting them into tools of erotic delight. Sliding over my flesh, Zelda both gratified my hunger for touch and worked out uncomfortable stiffness. The caress of her soft hands fulfilled my longing for her and craving for a her touch.
Leaning further forward, she massaged the muscles of my shoulders bunched up by my ears because my head rested on my forearms. The massage felt over, Zelda wasn't being as clinical at all, the sensation feeling far more sensual the way she stroked rather than kneaded my muscles.
A small woman, Zelda had a long way to reach sitting on my buttocks- I'm around six feet. As she leaned her weight on her hands, exploring my shoulders., Zelda wriggled her hips and ground herself into my bum. Enraptured by what she was doing, I grew more and more aroused as I lay beneath her increasingly agitated body.
"I think that's good, thank you" I murmured up at her.
Scrambling off me she said. "Great!"
Feeling a little drunk, I marvelled by how powerfully horny I was. As she sat on the bed for a moment, I found I wanted to run my hands through her long hair. Gazing at her, I saw she looked odd, dazed and out of sorts. Taking a moment to compose herself, Zelda almost ran her hands through the hair I was staring at, but she had lotion on them. Looking around for something to use to clean them, she and I made eye contact, a lot of unsaid words passing between us.
"What?" she asked.
"Uh, are you... um..."
Halfway though, I stopped myself from asking if she were as horny as I was and switched gears.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome" she smiled at me and held up her oily hands.
'Let me get you towel."
Automatically I jumped off the bed to help her. As I did so Zelda caught a glimpse at the front of my pants and the significant bulge therein. I knew what she was looking at and felt hope bloom in my chest that she might let me fuck her again, quickly followed with layers of shame. Even if she weren't wildly inappropriate for all the reasons, I'd not followed up on our night together well, behaving like a shitty lover.
When I returned with a towel for her, Zelda stared directly at my groin seeing the prominent erection. Wiping her hands, she couldn't take her eyes off it as I stood awkwardly watching her clean herself.
Shocking me, Zelda fell to her knees, still wiping her hands.
"What are you doing." I asked quietly.
Zelda dropped the towel and reached a hand for my bulge, cupping my girth. I leapt back and Zelda gazed up at me, mortified, but hopeful.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to make you hard."
"Shit!"
"No. Don't be embarrassed. It's my fault."
"It isn't. Don't say that Zelda. It's me."
"I was the one who was rubbing you like a perv."
"No. I should be able to control myself."
"But I was grinding my pussy on you."
"Jeezus." I took a step back pressing against the wall of my room.
It was still surprising to hear her swear and, even though we'd had sex before, I was having a difficult time allowing myself to give in to the sexual tension in the room Shame, guilt and a humiliating hunger for her affection stole my confidence.
"Let me help you." Shuffling on her knees, she reached for my belt and pulled on it. "Let me make it better."
"Zelda!" I gently batted her hand away, but secretly wanted her to touch me.
"Think about it. This is perfect" she encouraged me. "I owe you money... and I loved our last time together. Did you?
"So very much..."
Looking down at her concerned hazel eyes melted my heart. "I really do want to" I affirmed.
"And I want to please you so badly" she admitted to me.
She got my buckle undone before I twisted my hips away.
"Zelda this isn't right. I'm your landlord now." I was embarrassed by that being the reason i offered to stop.
"This can be one more odd job I do around the house" she grinned wickedly, spiking lust along my cock.
Dexterously, her nimble fingers reached for the top button of my jeans. Twisting my hips again, I managed to pull hard enough that half the buttons of my button-fly jeans popped open when she held one side as I tried to get away.
"You can be my Sugar Daddy."
I froze. Those words happened to be important to me.
Encouraged by my reaction Zelda continued.
"I will do anything you want..." Reaching up Zelda gently stroked her fingers over the erection still hidden in my partially undone jeans. "And in return you'll take care of me. You want to take care of me don't you...?" I nodded, her words an unasked for treasure I'd longed for. "Its just a little adjustment to our existing deal. I'm opening up the services I'll provide."
"Zelda. Please stop."
Having exactly what I wanted presented in the perfect package except for the unfortunate detail that her mother was my best friend caused me real anguish. My voice sounded more pleading than authoritative. Once again I shifted my hips to move my erection from her groping fingers.
"You like me, don't you?" there was honest insecurity in her question.
Regretting letting her ever wonder about how I felt about her after New Years, I had to tell her. Nodding, unable to deny the obvious, I gazed down at her as her hands slowly slid to my thighs.
"I appreciate how you look after me. It makes me feel so loved." Zelda was saying all the right words.
Fingertips drifted over denim covered thighs as she gazed longingly up at me.
"You don't have to be lonely anymore. Not when I'm willing to fulfill your needs." Zelda spoke the naked truth letting me see her sincerity.
Roaming fingers skimmed over my jeans back up to my button-fly.
"I want to make you feel good."
One by one she popped the rest of my buttons.
"I'm the bad girl that made you hard. Let me fix it" she said in a playfully girlish voice.
Looking up at me from her knees, Zelda made eye contact, seeing my torment, letting me see her desire. Being more sincere once again, she continued.
"Owen you deserve this. Let me give you just a little happiness." Zelda cupped my bulge with one hand while pulling my pants open with the other. "Last time was spectacular. I can't stop thinking about it."
That was the exact confirmation I'd been wanting.
"Please." Running her restless hands up and down my thighs, she implored me, making me feel powerful, washing away all my doubts and shame.
"Wouldn't you like to have a Sugar Baby?" Once again I went still. "Wouldn't it be nice to have an adoring girl do anything you like. I do adore you Owen. I always have."
"I love you Zelda..."
Smiling, pleased to get what she wanted, Zelda pulled her t-shirt over her head. In a bra and her jeans, she knelt before me letting me gape at her. Then the young woman undid her bra and let it fall from her breasts. Leaning back Zelda sent a tremendous thrill through me, offering her nudity for me to ogle Seeing her bare breasts exposed for the first time- it having been dark last time and she'd not taken off her top- I was stunned by how fantastic her breasts were.
Astonishingly perfect for her frame, her small, full breasts were exquisitely proportioned to her ideal little body. Achingly adorable, she showed off her toned torso, flat, smooth tummy taut and flexed as she leaned back, her slender arms strong, slim and feminine supporting her sleight weight. Zelda's slender neck and delicate clavicles seemed designed for kissing, her cute face more sweet than stunning made my heart ache with desire.
"Now we're both topless."
I blinked a long, slow blink and stared at her exposed chest avidly. Last time we'd fucked I hadn't had the opportunity to really see her body like this and the sight was everything I could have dreamed. After glimpsing her body over the years, actually seeing Zelda's breasts was special. Her firm, smooth orbs were capped with pale, pink nipples, hard and delicious looking. Seeing such perfect breasts on someone who I knew so well, but had never seen naked added keenly to my enjoyment of her nudity.
Zelda reached up and began to caress my prominent abdominal muscles. Our last time together she'd seemed to love running her hands over the hard muscles when I tensed.
"Just think of it Owen... I could fulfill your every desire in exchange for room and board."
Moving her face close to my hidden erection, she spoke directly to my throbbing cock.
"I loved sucking you last time. It's one of my favourite things to do. And yours is the best I've had"
Zelda nuzzled her face against my straining erection covered by my jeans. Pressed against the wall, I was trapped.
"Please. Please let me, Daddy" she begged, pleasing me with her filthy submission.
She'd called me Daddy last time and it had been keenly erotic. Being called Daddy in context of being her Sugar Daddy filled me with more lust that I want to admit. The fact that I was friends with her actual Dad made it so much more sordid, sweeter and sexier.
Zelda kissed my cock through my pants, breathing hot, moist air onto my warm manhood. Gently I placed a hand on her head, a silent benediction. In reply, she licked my erection through the cloth.
Somehow the taboo of the situation, feeling the need to resist in spite of my obvious desire for her and the complex lifelong relationship we had, all combined to ignite a perverted need to let her suck me unlike anything I've ever experienced in my life.
"Please!" she begged directly to my erection.
"Anything for my baby girl"
My own daughter and I had a complex relationship as well, but I never called her affectionate names, addressing her by name only, the sound music to my ears. Calling Zelda baby girl felt more like being in a porno scene than addressing a child. Although, Zelda is in fact younger than my own daughter by several years, which perversly made being with the nineteen year old so tantalizing.
Finally given permission, Zelda pulled my jeans and underwear down until my cock and balls were exposed to her hungry gaze. Still holding my jeans, she stared at my erection standing tall before her, mere inches from her face.
"It's so beautiful. Oh! I want to hold it. Please Daddy can I?"
The hard pole in front of her twitched violently when she called me Daddy.
"Its ok for you to be my Daddy." Zelda adopted a higher, more seductive tone than her normal speaking voice. "I know its bad, but it makes me slippery inside to know it gets you hot."
Zelda reached both hands for my exposed member. Wrapping her little fingers around me, she gently held my shaft.
"It is such a wonderful cock, Daddy."
I felt myself swell when she said that.
Zelda moved close and kissed the tip of my penis. Then she began to suck my cock and I proceeded to attempt pathetic justifications as to why I deserved such a wonderful gift, which is where we came in. Still dumbfounded that I, of all people, was the man who Zelda so unexpectedly wanted, I stared dumbfounded as she slurped my knob enthusiastically. Soaking wet from her drool, her little hands slid up and down my shaft, her small fingers unable to reach all the way around my thickness.
When Zelda felt me begin to hump my hips, helplessly driving myself into her mouth, she matched my rhythm, apparently happy that I was fucking her face. Opening wide, she took me deep as I stroked forward, grazing her tongue along my glans and everywhere she could reach. Pumping and sucking, Zelda seemed elated, so I gave in to her hunger for me a second time, the small young woman deserving of anything she wanted.
"I want to taste your cum." Zelda whispered up at me, still stroking my cock.
Going right back to work, she stroked faster and suckled me wantonly. Seeing the pretty girl I'd only known in the context of her family- at least one parent around most of the time- behaving so vulgarly was bizarre. It was utterly astounding to see her lewdly slurping an erection. Having that erection be mine was almost hallucinatory.
When both my hands lifted to her head, Zelda probably suspected I must be close. Sensitive to my rhythm, she matched my thrusts with strokes of her hands, her timing matching mine easily. Wriggling her tongue all over my cock as it moved back and forth, Zelda vulgarly urged me to cum.
"Give it to me Daddy. Give me that big load."
Those words were a lash to my libido, obscene urges filling me. The moment she put her mouth back around my tip after saying that, I filled her mouth with the thick gush of my sperm exploding from an outrageously good orgasm. Pulling back her head so my load landed on the front of her tongue, she milked me for every drop with lips, tongue and both hands.
Zelda seemed to love the taste of jism. Running her tongue all over my cock, she fucked her face and slurped my cum down her throat looking smug and pleased with herself. It was the most sordid thing I'd ever seen her do. Gratified and fascinated as the nubile university student guzzled my load, I poured my cum into her and she licked it up like a perfect little slut. Feeling a thrill specifically because of how taboo it was for her to swallow my sperm, I pulsed another gush of semen into her glorious mouth thinking about how wrong it was.
Wishing the forbidden nature of it all wasn't such a goad to my lust, I empties my balls into Zelda's luscious, suckling mouth, the lascivious caress of her tongue outrageous in its carnal inappropriateness. Looking down at the young woman she had become, adjusting to the new reality that
Zelda had just given me the best blow job of my life, I felt supreme gratitude and affection for the person with my cock in her mouth. Stroking her cheek softly as she continued suckling me, teasing more drops of sperm from my knob as she milked my shaft and balls, she grinned her familiar grin with my penis ensconced in her mouth.
Filled with the need to reciprocate, I took her to my bed once more, stripped her jeans and underwear, not bothering with her ankle socks. I pried apart her smooth, lean legs and gazed at her sex. In the dark nine months before, I'd no chance to scan her vulva to see how well trimmed her pubic hair was, the light brown curls short and bristly. Her outer labia lips were smoothly clean of hair, the edges of her pubes obviously tided and freshly shaved.
The pale pink outer lips gave way to the bright coral pink of her inner vulva, the nestled petals of her lips delicate and thin, beautiful in their vulnerability, Spreading her lips, I looked at her clitoral hood, the tiny fold covering the most precious of nubbins. The urge to dive right in and suckle it filled my mouth with a saliva, but I resisted. Instead I rose further and kissed her neck, holding myself above her, giving her less than ten percent of my weight.
Stretching long on the bed, she offered her body to me, the daughter of my best friend, the most gorgeous being I had ever laid eyes on.
"You are stunningly beautiful" I reminded her, but I knew she didn't believe me. Zelda could always find something to complain about when talking about herself.
Looking into her pretty hazel eyes it was easy to see the insecurities she hid so well from further away. The need deep inside her for approval and stability should have made me hesitate and perhaps not take advantage of the much younger woman, but instead it spiked a hunger and compulsion to claim a woman like I'd never felt before. The very vulnerability she tried to hide urged me to hunt.
As I kissed her neck, moving down her upper chest, I wondered why she tasted so good. The salty, spicy taste of her smooth soft skin was somehow sweeter than any other. The sounds she made, so high and quiet were angelic music to my ears. The light smell of her perfume, hair product or whatever her scent was added to the melange of flavours filling my senses as my mouth found the swell of her cleavage.
Forbidden fruit tastes sweet.
The warm press of her breasts to my mouth was achingly pleasing. Knowing it was a part of her body I wasn't supposed to ever see given our history, I lifted up to ogle her breasts for another moment.
"Please" she implored me, perhaps thinking my hesitation was asking for consent.
A jolt of guilt throbbed momentarily that I hadn't even stopped to ask her permission, I then gazed at her chest for a brief moment, compelled to memorize her body in case I never saw her nude again.
Zelda's breasts were utter perfection from my point of view. Everyone has their own preferences, but mine, shaped by numerous lovers, glimpses of movie stars as a young person and whatever else drives one human to yearn for someone who looks a particular way, my preferences were perfectly fulfilled by what I saw.
As she lay flat on my bed, her breasts were made smaller by spreading wider, the meat of her taut mounds settled on her ribs in delicate pillows of smooth, pale flesh, the curve made my mouth water as they rose up toward me from the surface of her chest. Bright, hard nipples reached for my mouth, the slightly wrinkled flesh puckered with passion. With her arms stretched overhead and her muscles stretched, she looked petite and tiny under me.
Lowering my mouth to her right nipple, I began to lick, letting my saliva filled mouth wet her hard nubbin of flesh. Sliding my lips and the tip of my tongue around her nipple, I thrilled to feel her and hear her respond to my teasing. Sighing, she lifted her chest, urging more stimulation, so I suckled. Her moans delighted me.
For a blissful age, I worked her nipples with my mouth, moving back and forth, massing her tits, tugging her nipples, keeping the hard points as wet as possible so when my mouth wasn't on her flesh, my fingers still slipped over her skin easily. Patient, having already climaxed, I took my time and explored her breasts with focused attention to detail.
The girl under me grew restless, her body squirming. She'd been wriggling at first as sensation demanded reaction, then she'd settled as she grew accustomed to so much attention on her chest, but her new movements were from the need for new stimulation.
I moved my mouth lower.
Zelda's tummy was flat, soft and glorious. The walls of abdominal muscles were firm and defined, a soft feminine layer of flesh coating the hard tense muscles as my mouth kissed and licked lower and lower toward her belly button. Following the ridges of her abs, tantalized by the play of muscles on her young stomach, I worshipped her belly, having glimpsed it many times as she pranced around in revealing outfits over the years.
The young woman she'd become loved to show off, but a shy, reserved quality remained that didn't give in to the temptation to use her body as ploy to get attention. She dressed carefully, showing off, but not offering herself. Or maybe I was reading too much into it, but that's how it seemed to me. Finally being granted permission to ogle her, I did so, lifting up again to gaze at her torso, flexed long on the bed, her breath short and fast as she endured my slow seduction.
Flushed and dazed looking, she looked inquiringly at me, curious about why I'd stopped.
"Gorgeous" I reminded her, and lowered my mouth to her belly button.
The small hollow was indented, no nubbin of umbilical left, only a tiny divot so small the tip of my tongue could fill it easily. Wiggling my tongue in her tiny belly button, I groped both breasts while I fucked her tiny hole with my tongue. Zelda wore shirts that frequently exposed her belly button and I'd secretly coveted doing exactly what I was finally granted permission to do. It made me fantastically horny and exploring every nook of her body was stupidly erotic, my cock throbbing hard even after already cumming in her adorable mouth.
Moving lower while my hand carried on mauling her breasts, I resumed tasting her. Kissing and licking the fantastic plane of her lower belly, I could smell her sex already, but the soft, unblemished expanse of her abdomen between her prominent hip bones was so sexy, I couldn't resist kissing it all. Licking her inguinal region and kissing her hips, I made her sigh with passion. Wetly stroking the canal leading toward her sex with my tongue, I teased her, inching closer to her pussy, the smell filling my brain with atavistic need.
Giving in, helpless to resist any longer I licked a long stroke of my tongue up the crease of her vagina, parting her inner lips with my tongue. The odour of her soaking sex increased when I broke the seal of her lips. Groaning, she lifted her hips slightly, urging me to touch her harder. Instead, I once again licked lightly, bottom to top along the groove of her sex.
That was the end of my restraint however. Same as last time we'd been together, I had no capacity to resist devouring her sex as much as I wanted to tease her as she had me. The taste of her juices robbed me of reason. Whatever high brain functioning I had left gave way to pure primal hunger. I began to devour her sex, suckling, licking and touching her with frantic abandon. Using skills I'd honed over years with many other woman, I unleashed my oral talent on the teen woman spreading her legs wide for me.
I love eating pussy. Even before I'd ever been with a woman, I dreamed of going down on all my crushes. Something about the intimacy, the power and the lasciviousness of eating pussy filled me with connection, pride and passion whenever I did it. I was intentionally aware of my partner's sounds and movements, using them as guidance about how she was feeling, but I also did what felt good to me. Sometimes focused on her, sometimes focused on me, I would try and make my lover cum, then switch to pleasing my lips and tongue for a while, which perversely usually made woman cum faster for some reason.
Sliding a finger inside Zelda, I curled around pressing lightly on the inside wall of her pelvis, seeking her g-spot. When she flinched, her hips lifting away from my finger toward my mouth, I clamped my mouth on her clit flicking the button with my tongue as I rubbed the area around the spot I'd touched to make her flinch.
In moments it seemed like Zelda climaxed. She trembled violently, her breathing stopped, her hips lifted as I worked her nubbin and rubbed her insides. Rigid with tension, Zelda shivered and I rubbed faster and slightly harder, suckling her clit and grinding my tongue on it. The reaction was delightful, her body quaking, little mewling sounds beginning in her throat as I worked faster and faster.
Zelda lifted her hips higher, her feet planted on the bed and I had to adjust my position in order to maintain contact with her clit and my mouth. Struggling to carry on fucking her with my fingers as she started bucking and humping up at me, I smiled into her vulva as I understood just how hard she was cumming. The intensity didn't let up, so I relaxed every muscle not actively struggling to make her climax, settling in for a long session of oral sex.
Up and down she lifted her hips, writhing, seeking escape and more stimulation in alternating waves as her orgasms alternated between peaking and releasing. Zelda's roaming hands gripped the bed-sheets, pulled my hair, cupped my cheeks groped my shoulders or caressed her breasts, ceaselessly seeking new activities. Relentless, I used all my skills, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she let me, hoping I could outlast her, but it turned out my tongue grew too sore first. The underside of my organ scraped my teeth as I lapped her clit and started to hurt, so I had to stop.
"Holy fucking shitballs" she gasped when she recovered enough to speak. "I forgot how good at that you are! Wow wow wow!"
"You like?"
"I've never cum so hard in my life!" Which wasn't very long by my standards, but I took the compliment.
Then the little minx kissed me, both out mouths full of the taste of the other's orgasm and I didn't care if I did consume any of my own sperm, the chance to fully explore her soft yielding mouth with my own was too amazing to pass up. Pressed together on my bed, our mouths dancing delightfully, we held one another, kissing as she recovered from her climax and I memorized every sensation her body gave me.
Wishing her youth wasn't such an exciting part of the experience, I made out with my best friend's daughter, my tenant and the sexiest woman I'd ever had the pleasure of making love to. As her tiny hands explored my body, my own stroked and caressed her smooth skin and massage the petite, firm muscles of her supple body. We kissed feverishly, longing having been building since she'd arrived a week before. Hands made up for lost time by groping everyplace they'd been denied touching for a week, for nine months, for years maybe.
Having her little hands stroking my cock while I fondled her breasts and fingered her slit was ambrosia to a lonely spirit thirsty for intimacy. The fact that it was a second helping of her made it so much sweeter, having presumed it would never happen again. With less anxiety around being caught, her mother not on the other side of the wall, we moaned and spoke filth to one another.
"Suck my nipples again."
"Cup my balls."
"Use two fingers"
"I want to fuck you so badly."
"Fucking give it to me!"
As feverish as we were, the moment my penis was pressed to her vulva, ready to slip inside, we both became more serious. Preparing to violate the taboo around our union, we looked into each other's eyes, her beautiful face anxious, biting one adorable lip as her warm hazel eyes filled with concern, her brow furrowed, feather light eyebrows lifted beseeching me to... what? Be gentle? Not do it? Do it now?
"Are you sure?" was all I could think of.
"Please Daddy. I want you so much."
Words so intoxicating I almost wept.
I pressed forward and she yielded to my insertion with wet, welcoming warmth. Thrusting inward, I nudged tightness almost immediately, feeling her body opening, but realizing she was in fact not actually fully ready. With short, slow strokes, I eased her vagina open with my slippery erection, her juices abundant, but her vaginal muscles constricted slightly.
"Its been a while, please go slow." she implored me.
Taking a deep breath, her brow still furrowed, she relaxed and I felt her open, so I pressed forward slowly once more. Bit by bit I opened her, she welcomed me, we kissed, she stroked my arms and we made sweet, slow love. Gradually, as she crossed some inner boundary, Zelda grew deeply aroused once again, her kisses hungry, her hands desperate and her sex stretching around me.
Being in her mouth was glorious, but the sensation of being so fully engulfed within her pussy, the wet heat, the totally immersion was ecstasy. There was no nimble tongue dancing over my shaft, but most of my length was engulfed in her warmth, the friction absolute in ways she couldn't achieve with her mouth no matter how amazing it felt. Being able to look into her eyes and kiss her lips and face was better too.
I couldn't believe I was fucking Zelda again. Precious, little Zelda, the lovely, petite, clever girl I'd known so long, now a woman sexier than any I'd been with. Decades of lovers and none compared to her. None as beautiful, none as sexy, none as interesting, clever or compassionate. My cock was nestled deep inside the most compelling woman I'd ever had the delight of being with, my mouth kissing lips full and soft that yearned for my kisses hungrily. Hands I'd first seen nineteen years before were caressing my buttocks intimately, urging me to fuck her harder.
Gradually we increased our intensity, once her pussy acclimatized to sex again. Taking my cues from her, I increased my pace, adjusting my angle to slide further up inside her rather than down onto, hoping to graze her g-spot with the knob of my cock as I passed. Enjoying the necessity to be gentle- most lovers faster at wanting to be pounded- I relished the tight, young pussy I was inside of. Distracting her with kisses, I worked at building intensity in time with her moans, the press of her heels on my back, her hands on my shoulders or whichever cues she gave me as she writhed seductively on my bed, squirming with bliss, I told myself.
Seeing a person I'd know so long in the throes of passion was more exciting than most anything I'd ever witnessed. The grimace of lust on her lips, the blushing glow on her cheeks, the furrowed brow and dazed, unfocused look in her eyes was familiar from other women I'd been with, but seeing Zelda's features contorted in erotic passion seemed almost too carnal. Witnessing the expressions my best friend's daughter made while being fucked was deliciously forbidden.
More keenly aroused than I could ever remember being, indulging in sleazy thoughts about Zelda while making love with her created a wickedly delectable frisson in my body.
"Please fuck me harder Daddy." she encouraged.
Happy to comply, I once more increased my pace, but focused on jolting my hips as I plunged all the way into her. The extra kick at the apex of my movement made her gasp, her eyes wide and delighted by the increased sensation. Forced to stretch longer to accommodate the rest of my length, my knob nudged deep, special places inside the tiny girl, her gasps of gratification confirming how good it felt for her.
Soon, her lusty grunts of pleasure shifted my style of fucking. I powered into her, urging her to cum, grinding my pelvis on her clit as I jammed myself as deep into her sweet vagina as I could get before pulling back and driving inward once more. I held myself higher, groped her chest with my left hand while balancing on my knees and right arm.
"Rub your clit." I ordered her.
Immediately reached between us, she worked her tender button aggressively while receiving deep, hard thrusts from me. As I expected, she began to cum not long after, the added stimulation what she needed to climax. Frenzied, she rubbed faster and harder, whimpering as her chest grew bright red, her mouth agape, emitting a sexy, low moan long enough I wondered where all the air came from.
We were both sweating as we strained in the extremity of her orgasm. Matching her intensity, maintaining all the sensations I was giving her, I fondled her tits, fucked her aggressively leaving her space to rub her pussy while Zelda's orgasm rolled along. Seeing the precious girl climax was a treasure to cherish, being the man helping her cum so hard made me proud.
Yet, the perverse glee burbling beneath it all was degenerate, my brain seething with vulgar elation to be corrupting such a young woman, someone so dear to me and the miraculous offspring of people I loved. The idea that what I was doing would utter destroy friendships, cause rifts in our families and disrupt everyone's lives added a provocative, lurid quality to my pleasure. I was ashamed even as it added profoundly to my gratification.
Long ago as young man and a drinker, I had sought out risky, self-destructive behaviours constantly. Fucking a girl younger than my own daughter felt like that old madness. Letting my best friend's daughter, who was in my care seduce me was a fundamental betrayal of my usual morals. I'd worked on being a better person for longer than Zelda had been alive, but she shattered my resistance so easily I wondered if I'd ever really stopped being that reckless young man.
Dark sensations entwined with honest love and affection made the sex ecstatic.
I dumped the second load of sperm of the night into Zelda.
Not knowing if she was on birth control or not terrified me and enhanced my orgasm powerfully. Last time Zelda had told me directly she wasn't on birth control and we had both climaxed powerfully when I deposited my seed inside her. The way she spoke to me was filthy and salacious, impelling me to spill a huge load in her.
I wanted to hear her talk like that again.
"I'm gonna cum" I informed her.
"Yes! Yes! Fill me up Daddy" she enthused, her adorable face fierce in her greed for my sperm. "I want it so bad! Give it to me!"
The sweet, conscientious girl she usually was gave way to a lecherous, cum hungry slut when she understood I was reaching orgasm. Zelda's face lit up with pleasure. Climaxing again, she carried on rubbing her clit, while I shoved myself deep, still gripping one breast, straining everything as my body did it utmost to shoot as much jism as far into her fertile young pussy as possible. Seeing her cum, knowing both on a primal level and mentally that her orgasms increased the chance of pregnancy, I spurted more and more semen into her, my body grasping at the opportunity to procreate.
Savage lust filled me from head to toe as I watched Zelda climax and receive my load. The sight of her that evening is seared into my brain, her passionate expression, flushed and sweaty, her naked body tense, every perfectly formed muscle straining with the extremity of her ecstasy, my own climax the impetus for hers. It was fantasy fulfilled, a life culminated in perfect bliss, a moment golden and special in my memory forever. The meeting of vulgar lust and unconditional love exploded within us both and the elation carried on for both an age and yet was over far, far too soon. I slumped beside her, still engaged with her physically as much as possible, but spiritually scattered across the universe.
Dazed, intoxicated on bliss and still firmly wedged inside her sex, I tried to catch my breath and return from the far place my orgasm sent me.
Our enmeshed genitals throbbed, pulsing with aftershocks, my cock twitching, her pussy clenching as we stared at one another flinching with each pulsation in our sex.
"I can't think clearly" Zelda told me.
"That was amazing" I confessed.
"I've never felt anything like that" Zelda admitted.
"You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
"You fucked me so good!"
We touched each other restlessly, needing contact, compelled to confirm the other was real.
Grinning like idiots, we kissed and stroked each other, falling further in love every passing moment. I had always loved Zelda, first as an extension of my love for her mother, then as she won my heart as a precocious child, then as an evolving, entertaining teen and now as a blossoming woman. Astonishingly grateful to be allowed the opportunity to be her lover as well, I drank her in with thirsty eyes, enshrining her beauty as she sprawled on my mussed bed.
My cock subsided and slipped out of her when she laughed at some dump joke I made. Missing her pussy right away, I touched her skin everywhere, compelled to memorize every detail of her as I could. Lost in her body, I missed her grow pensive.
"I worry that with our deal... I might start to resent it, doing all the 'women's' work."
"Totally fair. I never needed that to be the deal."
"If we..." she looked in my eyes. "If we're lovers... can we renegotiate?"
I kissed her, pouring all my affection and passion for her into that one kiss.
"No lover of mine owes me rent, housework or chores. You do what makes you feel good as a roommate in our shared space."
"Well.. wait... not so fast..." Zelda looked shifty, sort of guilty, but mischievous as well. Swallowing, looking at me for a measured span, she assessed whether to say something or not. "Part of what made that sex so hot just now was, uh... the ah... transactional element to it." She looked ashamed and aroused in rapid flashed of expressions. "It made me so horny fucking you for rent. I want you to be my Sugar Daddy. Not my Dad, but my Daddy. Its my favourite kind of porn" she confessed.
"Oh!" My cock pulsed. I grinned at her, exposing my own sordid excitement about the sleazy part of our sex. "It was super fucking hot" I confirmed. "We can play whatever games you like around the Daddy/Sugar Baby stuff. And isn't it even hotter knowing it doesn't have to be real. You don't actually have to do any odd jobs you don't want to, you don't actually have to pay rent with sex, but you
can
. I can order you to do things, but you can use a safe word or something to deny any of it, if you aren't comfortable or in the mood."
I watched her mull that over. Lying still entwined, our limbs tangled together as we both tried to make as much physical contact as possible while facing one another on our sides.
"Would that work?"
"I bet it would. The thing with this sort of stuff is communication. Open, trusting conversation outside of the bedroom, so-to-speak."
"You've done this before?" she asked, incredulous.
"No. Not at all. But I listen to Dan Savage's podcast."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Its a sex advice podcast. He is clever, funny and gives great advice. There are experts about all sorts of sex on the show and he addresses it all. If humans fuck that way, he's talked about it."
"Cool!"
"Basically after listening to thousands of calls, It seems to boil down to everyone thinks the dirty stuff they like is totally unique and perverted. And it is. But since everyone is unique and perverted, that makes being unique and perverted normal. Average."
"Huh."
"If people could get over feeling bad about liking sex the way they like it, things would be a lot better."
Clearly working up the courage, she asked "What perverted thing do you want to do?"
"Well, we just did a bunch of them..." I smiled.
"Yeah...?"
"Just having you at all is a fantasy come true."
"Really?"
"Since last winter... I can't get being with you out of my head. You take up a lot of erotic real estate in my mind."
Seeming pleased, she blushed, and buried her face in the rumpled quilt.
"The Sugar Baby thing... you calling me Daddy... that's so fucking hot! I see that stuff online- I know what the internet thinks of Daddies- so you calling me Daddy does plenty for my ego, thank you."
"You're a totally Daddy!"
"And the risk of getting you pregnant is crazy sexy. I'm terrified of it, but it gets me off so hard."
"Me too! I cum so hard when you shoot into my pussy. But I'm on the pill now. I want all the cum in me, but none of the babies."
"Clever girl," I knew complements from Daddy got her hot too.
Zelda began to run her fingers along the muscles of my stomach, it seemed she was particularly interested in my abs, starting there as she had before. Licking and kissing the ridges of muscle, hypnotizing me with her soft mouth and nimble tongue, the petite nymph seduced me once more, working her way toward my rising cock.
Once again engulfed in her delectable mouth, I lay back and indulged in the bliss of being suckled by a lover. Both of us fully satisfied, there was less urgency with that blow job. It seemed as if she were sucking my cock simply because she could. The obvious pleasure she took in sucking me felt wonderful. Softly stroking me with her hands, she bathed my entire manhood from the tip of my knob to the base of my scrotum, even my perineum, pushing my thighs apart so she could get her pretty face down deep between my legs and slide her soft tongue all over my flesh.
It had been decades since I'd gotten three erections in one session with a lover and I was grateful I still could. The erotic power of having such a young lover helped, but her skills at sucking cock were abundant as well, edging me closer to orgasm then letting me relax again before cumming. For several minutes she worked my cock and I lounged on the bed giving her free reign of my genitals.
When Zelda satisfied her oral craving, she climbed on top of me and slid my manhood deep inside her steaming pussy. The heat was tremendous, the small girl soaking wet as she impaled herself on me. Lifting to meet her downward strokes, I fucked up at her as she rode me, her gorgeous body displayed above me in perfect view. Groping her breasts, rubbing her clit and massaging her thighs, I teased and titillated her as she used my cock to reach orgasm.
Cumming in waves of bliss, Zelda showed me how much she loved fucking me, panting, gasping, flushing red all over her chest and face. Grinding her clit on my pelvic bone, she climaxed while I fondled her tits, tugging her nipples and driving myself up into her when she could no longer control her muscles.
When she was spent, she slipped off me, tumbling dramatically to the bed, laughing as she twitched, too sensitive for more.
"Oh gawd. I can't take it anymore!"
I stroked her flesh easing her down from her orgasm, gawking at her beauty as she sprawled languidly soaking up bliss. The vibrant teen looking even more desirable mussed up, blotchy and sweaty than when she was perfectly made up in a tiny dress to go out party.
"You didn't cum" she accused.
"No. It's not likely I'm going to have three orgasm in one night."
"Really that sucks! I love making you cum. You make incredible noises. So sexy."
"Huh. No-ones ever said that before."
"Oh hell yeah, your orgasm is so intense, you make these primal sounds, so raw and sexy. It makes me want you to cum so much."
Zelda stroked my still hard cock.
"You sure..."
"It rare."
"But not impossible!" she suddenly had hope. "I wanna make you cum. Tell me how. Order me to do it, Daddy!"
"Yeah? Ok. But what is a safe word for if I ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with and saying no seems too hard?"
Zelda thought about that, clearly not sure what to pick.
"It should be a word that will come to mind easily, like 'No', but that doesn't make you feel vulnerable to say it."
"Uuummmm. 'Yikes'? I say 'yikes' when people say offensive, sexist or racist stuff."
"That sounds right... do you want that to be your safe word?"
"Yes. I like it." Then she pierced me with her intelligent gaze. "What's yours?"
"Oh... do I need one?"
"Yes. I intend to try and get you to do shit to me I know you're going to hesitate to do. Degrading, humiliating things that I've wanted to try, but don't trust anyone with."
"Oh! Okaaay... do you mind if I use 'yikes' too then?"
"Huh... okay, sure!"
That settled, I needed to get into the head space she was asking me to. What did I want the teen daughter of my best friend do for or to me that she hadn't already done?
"Get on all fours" I ordered her in a firm voice.
"OooOooo..." she gushed.
"Ass up, face down"
The speed of her adjustment hinted she'd been anticipating that order.
"Spread your legs. Wider. Wider!" I let a hint of heat enter my voice, giving her a taste of discipline to see what it felt like. My cock throbbed. She obeyed, her thighs almost in a split as she knelt on the bed, offering me her ass.
"To be a good girl, you need to obey quickly. I'm going to have to punish you for not being fast enough.
"Yes Daddy."
I spanked her once, a harsh slap, without leaving a mark. She moaned low in her throat.
"I'll do better Daddy" she whimpered.
I spanked her until her sweet ass glowed red. Zelda took it all with a look of ecstasy on her adorable face. The surprised look on her face when I shoved my cock into her gleaming slit was pure delight to me. Fucking her slowly, I spanked her and drove myself deep with firm strokes, timed to my slaps. I felt her pussy clench each time I smacked her cheek, milking me, encouraging me to slap more frequently and harder.
When it seemed like we'd reached an apex of punishment, I bent over her little body, reached around and began to rub her clit as I carried on fucking her with faster and faster thrusts. Zelda came with a lusty moan, her body trembling as she nudged back against me, taking me cock deep. Gyrating my hips, I ground my cock all over her cervix as I wedged myself far inside her at the bottom of each stroke.
Juices seeped from her slit, lubricating my fingers so I could caress her clitoris smoothly. Going as fast as I could with light pressure, I rubbed her nubbin, fucked her hard and fast while she bucked and humped below me. Prolonging her climax with constant groping and slaps while continuing to fuck her, I tormented Zelda with bliss for as long as she could maintain it.
When she collapsed to the bed below me, slipping off my erection panting and gasping trying to catch her breath I knew it was time to challenge her.
"Give me you asshole" I told her.
Zelda's shocked face turned to look up at me over her bare shoulder.
"Don't make me repeat myself." I slapped her ass to remind her of what happened if she didn't obey fast enough.
A wicked gleam in her eye, she shyly rose back up below me, nestling her ass to my groin, pressing my cock between her buttocks. Willing to do what I told her to, she offered me her asshole.
I slid my cock back into her dripping pussy, lubricating myself while she sighed and quivered with passion. It was difficult to make myself pull out, but I had other things in mind. Placing my knob on her sphincter, I leaned over and spat several times on my tip and her anus. Each time I spat on her, Zelda shivered, her sphincter winking at me when she felt spit land there.
Then I recalled the massage oil from earlier. Pouring it on my cock, I oiled up my whole length. Sliding my knob around in the wetness, I lubed us both up as she held herself ready, lewdly spread for me.
"Touch yourself. Rub your pussy."
Immediately her fingers delved into her sex as she did what I told her to. While she touched herself, I glided my tip all over her ass, teasing us both, warming her up to the idea as I lubed up her sphincter. I used an oily finger to pierce her ass, fucking her while she used her own fingers on her pussy. Watching her, following her rhythm, I fucked her ass with a finger, then two as she began to press back against me.
When she started to cum, making sordid grunting noises, I replaced my fingers with my cock. Pushing my knob into her while she came. Slipping into her sphincter, knowing the hardest part was when I was widest, I pressed forward, slipping my knob all the way past her tightness. popping inside suddenly. As her asshole relaxed slightly around my shaft, the wider knob inside her, Zelda whimpered, shivering as she took a cock in her bum.
When she resumed touching her clit, I moved forward, easing more of my cock into her anus. Zelda masturbated and I invaded her ass, the feeling was wonderful, velvety, hot and tight.
Slowly, gradually, we increased the pace and moved more and more quickly, her taking all of me in no time. When she was driving back against me, urging me to fuck harder and faster, I decided to give over to my own pleasure and gift her with another of my orgasm, if possible. If anything could do it for a third time that night, it would be fucking her ass.
Below me, Zelda's pretty face was turned to the side, flushed and sweaty, her eyes squeezed tight, blushing and passionate as she took me in her ass. I watched her face, while I fucked her hard and fast. Wincing periodically, panting, but never opening her eyes, she looked anguished, aroused and embarrassed in different moments, and each expression filled me with lust.
When Zelda looked anguished, I felt powerful and accepted because she didn't stop me. When she looked aroused, I felt sexy and desirable. When she looked embarrassed, I felt sinister satisfaction. Defiling her was far more thrilling that I wanted it to be, but it was keenly titillating.
"Beg for my cum" I instructed her.
"Please! Please Daddy give me that hot cum!" Her pleading was fantastically earnest. "I want it so bad! I need it!" Zelda looked back up at me, imploring me to cum. "Fill up my little asshole. Give it to me Daddy"
I did.
I spilled myself into her third hole of the night. I'd filled her with jizz from head to tail. She'd swallowed one load, taken one deep in her pussy and finally I was squirting into her anus. The darling girl groaned with lust from feeling me fill her ass and hearing me make whatever noises I made while cumming.
Still frigging herself, Zelda clenched around my cock as she climaxed with me. The two of us straining, filled with tension as ecstasy lashed us both with carnal pleasure. Outraged to be cumming into such a young girl's anus, someone so vastly inappropriate felt tantalizingly special. It was deliciously taboo, and she wanted it so badly, I had to comply.
She'd begged me to.
I'd done it, I'd fully defiled my best friend's daughter. I'd corrupted a teen girl less than half my age. I'd exploited a long term relationship and turned it into something sleazy and tainted. With my softening cock stuffed up her asshole, I gazed down at a sweaty and dishevelled Zelda, flushed, out of breath and dazed from multiple orgasms.
I'd never felt more gratified or accepted
Carefully disengaging, I spooned her trembling body as we both recuperated from our activities. Stroking her hair, skin and kissing her cheek, I adored her, profoundly appreciative for what she had just done for me.
"Such a good girl."
I asked later and Zelda confirmed what I felt at that moment. When I told her she was a good girl she trembled, a quiver going through her entire body and I suspected she was cumming. Zelda told me later she had.
"Thank
you
Daddy." she mumbled, emotional as she climaxed from my words.
Zelda twisted around to face me and kiss my mouth deeply while I held her close.
"There, Daddy. Now I've paid my rent for the day."
"The day?"
"Yes. I know. Rent is so expensive, but I'll pay again tomorrow. I promise."
I chuckled, thinking 'I won't be able to do
this
everyday.'
"You'd better" I actually said. "Or you'll be out on the street" I was testing the edges of her fantasy.
"Oh no. Please don't. I'll pay."
To demonstrate, she wiggled down my body and held my soft penis in her tiny hands and I felt a reaction in my quiescent flesh. Again? Could she get me hard again? Probably. Zelda was the sexiest woman I'd ever been with. I'd already loved her for so long, Zelda could get whatever she wanted from me, probably even another erection.
I made a mental note to see me doctor about a prescription for little blue pills. I was going to need all the help I could get to keep up with a lover half my age.
I pulled her back up to the pillows. Stroking her sweet face as we snuggled, I felt myself opening up to her, love flowing out. It felt like anything was possible with her in my arms. However, either we had to keep our affair secret, or else we were going to lose our families. I would anyway, my daughter unlikely to appreciate me dating a woman years younger than herself.
Zelda was worth it, but I wondered what the fallout of being her Daddy was going to be. It was inevitable, I supposed there would be some, but in those early days of our relationship, I hoped it might work out for the best.
Zelda deserved optimism.
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"family friend",
"oral",
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"anal",
"cream-pie",
"age gap"
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Four Kitties - Pt. 04 of 04
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Four Kitties - Part 04 of 04
Thursday morning when Sheena checked her email she found the signed paperwork from Anita Reynolds. She also got replies from Becky, Pristine, and Dani. Both Becky and Pristine were available and interested. Dani would be out of the country. She called Anita and arranged a time for a FaceTime call on Monday. Anita selected Becky Bandini as their star. The actual shoot would be the following Friday at 1:00.
Raquel called the person who was requesting the mother/son live show.
"You're very prompt," the man said answering the phone."
"I try to be. My name is Raquel, with Four Kitties productions. I see in your email you wish to be addressed as Mr. S. We will respect your anonymity. Tell me what it is you're wanting to see, please."
"May I be frank?" he asked.
"Please. The more I know, the better I can tailor your experience," Raquel replied.
"I have been in love with my mother for as long as I've known that males and females differ. My father died ten years ago and since that time my mother has lived with me. Except for intimacy, we essentially live as husband and wife. I desire intimacy with her. I believe that if she sees an actual mother and son being intimate it will help to lower her resistance to the idea and allow us the intimacy."
"It will be just you and your mother in the studio?"
"My sister will also be with us."
"Are there specific acts you wish to witness?" Raquel asked.
"Kissing, fondling, giving and receiving oral sex, and vaginal sex. I want my mother to see the son ejaculate into his mother's mouth and into her vagina. So, she will understand what will be expected of her."
"Mr. S, is your mother a submissive woman?" Raquel asked.
"She was very submissive to my father."
"How submissive?" Raquel asked more out of curiosity than a need to know.
"I have seen him tell her to fellate him during dinner with the family present and she would comply. Had he told her to fellate me, I believe she would have complied without hesitation."
"That's pretty submissive. Your plan during the presentation will be for you, your mother, and sister to simply observe?"
"It is, although once the presentation has begun, I'm hoping she will choose to fellate me," he said.
"And you believe she will?"
"I do."
"Is your mother aware of what she is to be seeing?"
"I have not told her yet. I will, however, inform her just beforehand."
"What is your sister's role in this?" Raquel asked.
"My sister is aware of my love for my mother. She has, for the past ten years, been my sexual outlet. As head of my household, I have granted her permission to marry next year. She is the one who suggested that my mother assume her duties."
"When are you hoping to do this?" Raquel asked.
"We will be in California most of next week. Wednesday would be my preferred day."
"I'll meet with our management team later today and advise them of our discussion. The team makes the decision whether we do it or not. If they agree, we'll need a deposit from you."
"I will provide half a million for the deposit and the remainder at the presentation. Should my mother fellate me at the presentation, I would like that recorded. I really don't care for a recording of the mother and son," he said.
"Your mother and you would both need to sign a release form prior to recording."
"I would expect that. Let me know what management decides," he said abruptly ending the call.
"That's one for the off the wall list," Raquel mumbled.
Raquel met with her daughters and her three grandchildren to review what Mr. S had told her. After some discussion everyone but Liz agreed.
"Give me an hour. I need to think this over," Liz advised.
Liz spent lunch alone in her office then joined the group.
"Let's do it," she informed them all.
*****
Greg and Julie Burton arrived at 1:30 and were greeted by Liz. After introductions she took them into her office and closed the door.
"Julie, please tell me why you're here?" Liz requested.
"It's my birthday and my sweet loving husband has arranged for us to live out one of our fantasies."
"Which is?"
"Me having sex with another man while he watches and maybe joins in," Julie replied.
"The way you said that it sounds like you'd like him to," Liz said.
"That's another fantasy, I suppose."
"Greg, this is what you want?"
"As long as I'm there with her, yes. I wouldn't want her to do it without me. No cuckold comments. That would piss me off," Greg told her.
"Understood. That won't happen," Liz replied.
For the next thirty minutes Liz checked their IDs, reviewed their lab reports, and went over the rules and guidelines. Once done, she presented them with consent forms for filming and the contract. After reading it over, both Greg and Julie signed. Greg gave her his charge card and paid the fee.
"We still have about forty-five minutes before starting. We have showers available if you'd like. Our crew is setting up the studio as we speak. We have a green room, of sorts, if you'd like to relax in there, or one of our staff can take you on a studio tour."
Greg and Julie talked it over and decided on the tour.
Liz pushed a button on her desk phone.
"Raquel," the woman answered.
"Julie and Greg have a little free time before the shoot and have requested a tour. Are you free?" Liz asked.
"On my way. Drinks?" Raquel asked.
Liz looked at the couple. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Whiskey and coke?" Greg asked.
Liz nodded.
"Can I get a screwdriver?" Julie requested.
"I heard them. Give me about three minutes," Raquel said, ending the call.
*****
"Give her the time of her life. Ignore the cameras. Do NOT, I repeat, do NOT belittle the husband. He's adamant about that. Take your time with her. Make her cum at least twice, more if you can. If the husband wants to join in let him. Their notes indicate fingers only in the ass. She's on birth control, so you're safe unloading wherever she wants. Ask her. In the ones you've seen online the guy finishes on her face. That's marking territory. She's Greg's territory, not yours. Remember that," his aunt warned.
"Got it."
"Howard, our security guy should be here soon. He'll be in the room with the rest of us. We've never had a problem with one of these and I don't expect one today. Your mom is directing. Gram has the stationary setup. Me and Sheena will have handhelds. Nina is there in case Julie decides she wants a woman's touch. Questions?"
"Not at the moment."
"Go shower then dress. When we're ready for you Nina will come and get you," Debi advised.
Mike left the office and went to room four where he had been assigned.
*****
Raquel finished the tour by taking them into their studio. Except for the lights and cameras, it looked like a nice bedroom.
"Let me introduce you to everyone. You've met Liz, she'll be directing. I'll be running the big camera on the stand. Sheena will be filming from one side and Debi from the other. Howard, the big guy there is our security man. That leaves Nina. She'll be here to help with whatever," Raquel advised.
"Where's the guy?" Greg asked.
"That's Mike. He won't come in until it's time for the action. Sit on the end of the bed together. Liz likes to start these with an interview."
As they sat, Raquel went to her assigned spot.
"Let me know when you're ready," Liz told her mother then turned to Julie and Greg. "This is where we get to know you a little. I'll ask you to introduce yourselves then ask a few questions. Talk to me, not the camera."
"Stationary ready," Raquel said.
"Room 4 monitor?" Liz asked.
"Up and running," Nina replied.
"Mobile 1 ready," Sheena said.
"Mobile 2 ready," Debi announced.
Liz looked at Julie and Greg. "Ready?"
Julie grinned, holding her husband's hand in her lap then nodded.
"Quiet on the set. Action," Liz said. "Julie, I understand it's your birthday."
"It is."
"Happy Birthday from the Four Kitties staff. May I ask which birthday?"
"This is the big 3-0," she said.
"And this is your husband, Greg?"
"The love of my life," Julie said kissing his cheek.
"Greg, you got your lovely wife a very special present for her big day. Can you tell us about it?"
"Julie and I have been married for ten years. She's the love of my life and the woman I plan to spend it with. Since the beginning, we've been open and honest with each other. That includes our fantasies. Through role play we've been able to live out many of them. One of hers, and mine too, is her making love to another man while I watch. Today, with the help of Four Kitties, we're making that happen."
"Your marriage is strong enough for that?" Liz asked.
"It is. I'm aroused just anticipating this," Greg said.
"Julie, are you excited too?"
"Nervous, but definitely excited."
"Ready to meet the man who's going to make it happen?" Liz asked.
"Ready," they both said.
"Cut," Liz called. "That was outstanding. In a moment, Nina will bring Mike in. He's nineteen and has done a few other shoots with us. After greetings, Greg you have a seat in the chair here at the foot of the bed where you'll be able to see everything that's happening. At times you may want to move around, just don't block the stationary camera. Julie, you're free to touch both Greg and Mike. Greg, feel free to touch and interact with Julie, but not Mike. You're both straight. Questions?" Liz asked.
"It's okay if I, let's say, I want to suck Greg?"
"That's fine. It's your party," Liz replied. "Anything else?"
Julie and Greg grinned at each other.
"We're ready," Julie said.
"We'll pick up from where I asked if you're ready to meet Mike. Action," Liz said. "Ready to meet the man who's going to make it happen?" Liz asked.
"Ready," they both said.
The door opened, and Nina, now wearing only a bra and a thong, led Mike to them.
"Julie, Greg, this is Mike," Nina told them.
Greg stood and offered his hand to Mike who took it.
"Nice to meet you," Mike said.
"You too. This is my wife Julie."
Mike leaned to her and put his hands on her cheeks then kissed her deeply on the lips. Nina took Greg's hand and led him from the bed to his chair, then sat on the arm of the chair next to him. Greg, with his eyes glued to his wife and Mike, didn't seem to notice her.
"Oh my god," Julie whimpered as Mike's hand slid over her breast.
"Stand up for me," he told her taking her hand.
Once standing, Mike reached behind her and unzipped her sundress. She stared at him with her lips slightly parted. As he began pulling it off her shoulders, Julie looked at her husband.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yes, baby. Go ahead," he replied.
Mike slowly pulled the top of the dress down exposing her breasts. Julie's nipples were already erect. He continued pulling it down over her hips and finally let it fall to the floor. Nina, using her toes, picked it up then placed it neatly over the back of Greg's chair. Julie now wore only her heels and a white thong.
"Turn around. Let me look at you," Mike told her.
As she slowly turned Mike ran his hand over her breast, along her side to her hip, then across her nearly bare ass.
"Lovely," he said giving her cheek a soft squeeze.
She continued turning and Mike let his hand slide over her. When she stopped his hand was just above her mons. He leaned in and kissed her. As their lips touched his hand cupped her pussy.
"Ohhh," she whimpered.
Mike moved Julie's hands to the buttons on his shirt. She once again looked at her husband. Greg smiled and nodded. Julie began unbuttoning his shirt, finally pulling it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. This time Julie looked at Mike for guidance.
"Keep going," he whispered.
Nina tapped Greg on the arm. "Her breasts look lonely. May I touch them?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess."
Nina stepped up behind Julie then reached around cupping the woman's breasts, squeezing her nipples gently with her fingers as she kissed her on the neck.
"Oh fuck," Julie panted.
"Take off his pants. Let's see what he's hiding in there," Nina whispered to her.
Mike had to help with his belt, but Julie unfastened the button and zipper.
Mike slipped off his shoes then pulled down his trousers, finally standing there in only a G-string. Nina took Julie's hand and placed it over her brother's semi-erect cock. Then guided her movement stroking it before sitting back on the arm of the chair.
Nina looked back at her mother. Liz gestured for her to undress, which she did without getting up.
Mike took Julie's arms and sat her back on the bed. His hard cock, still in the G-string was just inches in front of her face. Julie looked at Greg.
"Go ahead," he said.
Julie grasped the elastic on the front of the G-string and slowly pulled it down. Mike's cock sprang out nearly touching her face.
"Shit, he's big!" Greg said.
Julie's eyes widened. Her husband had a nice sized cock, but Mike was bigger around and at least an inch and a half longer.
Cupping his balls in one hand, she ran a finger the length of his cock as if to make sure it was real. Julie grasped the shaft with both hands, and the head was still protruding. She squeezed gently, expressing a drop of precum, then licked it away.
"Will this even go in my mouth?" she asked Mike.
"Only one way to find out," he replied.
She looked at her husband whose smile gave her the go ahead. Leaning forward she took just the head into her mouth and began swirling her tongue over it. After a moment she cupped his balls with one hand and took him in a little further.
Greg never took his eyes off his wife as she began sucking Mike in earnest. Mike allowed it for several minutes before he felt himself building.
"My turn," he said pulling back, then gently pushed her back onto the bed. He knelt in front of her then kissed her thong covered pussy.
"Ohhhh," Julie moaned as he nibbled with his lips.
Growing impatient, Julie lifted her hips and pulled off the thong and tossed it to her husband. Nina caught it in the air and put it to her nose.
"Lovely. Think she might let me taste her?" she asked Greg handing him the damp thong.
"Right now, I think she'd allow about anything. Whoa," he said finally noticing Nina was nude.
Mike raised Julie's legs giving the camera a full view of her neatly groomed triangle and pussy. Her clit was obviously swollen, and red. Mike began his approach just as Sheena had taught him. Slowly kissing and nibbling his way up her inner thighs.
Greg noticed the hand held camera moving up close to catch the action for the first time. He'd forgotten they were there.
Once Mike had reached the labia, Nina got onto the bed. Julie looked at her smiling as Nina leaned to her for a deep kiss. Julie's pelvis was already rocking from Mike's activity, but now with Nina making out with her and massaging her breasts, it increased.
Mike moved between Julie's labia and explored. She began moaning continuously. When he finally accosted her clit she stiffened and let out a long continuous moan as she came. Mike eased off to allow her to recover.
"My turn," Nina said moving her head near Julie's mons and her own pussy just inches from Julie's face.
"Too sensitive," Julie whimpered.
"Trust me. I'm good at this," Nina said moving downward, but keeping her pussy near Julie's face.
Nina kissed and nibbled everywhere except the sensitive clit. Julie was soon rocking and moaning again. Nina felt fingers sliding over her pussy for a moment then felt Julie's lips and tongue. A camera moved to film Julie eating Nina. Greg moved up to watch his wife getting her first taste of another woman's pussy.
"This is so hot, baby. Make her cum," he told his wife.
Nina was pacing herself. She wanted to cum with Julie. Although Julie had never done it, she had learned well from being on the receiving end.
Mike had stepped completely out of frame and was standing next to his mother.
"Stay hard. You'll be back in the action in a few minutes," his mother told him as she offered him her water bottle.
Watching his sister sixtynining with Julie kept him hard. Both women were beginning to flush. Mike noticed that Julie had managed to find her husband's cock and was jacking him off. He walked over and put her other hand on his cock, and she stroked him as well.
Julie moaned just once and stiffened. Nina stiffened about ten seconds later as both women came. Julie's hand movement stopped as she recovered.
Nina got off the bed. She turned to her brother. "You're up," she said.
Once Julie had stopped her tugging, Greg had quickly kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. He scooted up next to her rubbing the head of his dick over her lips. She took him in and began sucking.
Nina stepped to her brother's side and raised Julie's left leg, pulling her more toward the side of the bed for a better camera angle, then rested the woman's leg on her brother's shoulder. Mike slid his cock easily into her drenched pussy. Julie began moaning on her husband's cock with Mike's every thrust.
Nina then moved to the other side and moved Greg's leg to allow the camera to see her being spit-roasted. She looked back at her mother and got a thumbs up.
Nina went to the foot of the bed and sat on the floor. She reached up and began fingering Julie's clit. In just seconds Julie was rocking her pelvis and moaning.
"Uhhhh," Greg moaned as he erupted into his wife's mouth and onto her face.
Julie moaned loudly as her legs began to tremble from her third orgasm. Mike released his first stream into her pussy then pulled out unloading onto her pussy and his sister's fingers. In about a minute everything stopped. Greg fell back onto the bed exhausted. Mike stepped out of frame. Nina got up and walked to her mother offering her cum covered fingers. Liz smiled and licked a finger.
"You can have the rest," she whispered to her daughter.
Nina looked at it then did a tentative lick before licking it all.
Julie was still motionless on the bed.
"Cut," Liz said. "That's a wrap."
*****
It took about forty minutes for the participants to shower, redress, and return to the room. Greg and Julie thanked everyone then left, happy at how the day had gone.
"Comments?" Liz asked the crew.
"Howard, how would you like a blowjob before you go?" Raquel asked.
"I'd love it," he replied.
"No other comments from me. I'll see you all tomorrow," Raquel said leading Howard out of the room.
"That was one of the best we've done. Mike and Nina worked well together," Debi said.
"I agree. Thanks kids," their mother told them.
"Mike, remember the stationary camera location. Keep your angles facing them if you can," his sister reminded him.
"Yeah, I forgot about that," Mike agreed.
"It'll become second nature before long," Sheena pointed out.
"Okay. If there's nothing else, I'll see you tomorrow. We've got Mary, Alli, and Mike on the schedule for 11," Liz said.
As everyone was walking to their cars, Debi took Nina's arm.
"Did I see you licking Mike's cum off your hand?"
"Would you believe I thought it was icing?" Nina asked grinning.
"Not for a second. You haven't done him yet, have you?"
"No, but once I put a script together I intend to."
"Make it a story, not just a scenario. With the right story you can make your brother as big a draw as you are," her aunt told her.
"Did you have a story in mind?"
"Specifically, no. But a loving story of a lesbian sister seducing her straight brother gets my juices flowing."
"Debi, everything gets your juices flowing," Nina said smiling.
Debi nodded and walked to her car.
*****
Nina walked into the Starwood Cafe minutes after eight on Friday morning. Her mother was already there sitting in a corner booth and waved her over.
"You sounded urgent on the phone. What's up?" Liz asked.
"Not urgent. I'm excited. I had an idea for a story for me and Mike."
"We usually discuss ideas as a group."
"I know, but I wanted to run this by you beforehand."
"Ready to order?" the server asked.
"Avocado toast and coffee," Liz said.
"And you miss?"
"Strawberries and creme waffle with a side order of bacon. Grapefruit juice to drink," Nina told her.
"Coming right up," the server said walking away.
"What's your idea?" her mother asked.
"For my birthday, my girlfriend decides to give me a special surprise. She knows I'm attracted to my brother. She has me undress and binds me to the bed. I assume she's going to make love to me. I have an open mouth ring gag in place and I'm already horny. After a little teasing she leaves the room. A moment later she returns with Mike as my birthday gift. I'm frantic. This isn't how I want my first experience with Mike. With the gag, I can't speak, but I frantically shake my head no. My girlfriend thinks I'm just playing along."
"Honey, our clientele generally doesn't go for forced encounters. That's more of a mainstream story," Liz pointed out.
"You didn't let me finish. Mike sees my tears and releases my bindings. He apologizes and leaves. I'm so pissed that I breakup with my girlfriend on the spot.
"The next day a dozen roses arrive with a written, heartfelt, apology from Mike. He explained that my girlfriend convinced him this was something I wanted. When he realized I was crying he called it off. He went on to beg for my forgiveness.
"I text him and ask him to come over to talk. He does and that's when I seduce him. What do you think?"
"That has potential. It's a good story," Liz said. "I still don't understand your need to run it by me instead of the group. They'll love it."
"I'd like Sheena to direct it. To do that I need you to approve. Gram and Debi will balk at that. They don't think she's ready."
Liz thought for a moment before replying. "I don't know if she is ready. I do know that the best way to find out is to let her try. Have you spoken with her about it?"
"Last night. I told her about it and she's writing the script," Nina replied.
"I'll back her on the directing. The script needs to be reviewed by the group and Mike, since he's your costar. What's your timetable?"
"Once the script is approved. Mike and I will need to rehearse everything but the actual sex. When we're filming, I want it to be our real first time. One or two days for rehearsals and shoot it in one day," her daughter advised.
"If Sheena can do it that fast. When I first started I would have wanted at least a week," her mother cautioned.
"Will you help edit?"
"Of course," Liz agreed.
*****
Liz called everyone together to discuss today's shoot. Alli came over to Mike with her usual big smile.
"Looks like we get to play together," she said, giving his cock a squeeze through his pants.
"I'm ready," he said smiling.
Liz spoke mostly to Mike and Mary since they were the newcomers. Alli, who was playing Mary's mother, and a seasoned professional, was ready.
Once everyone was in place and the cameras were ready Liz called action.
Mary and Mike came in the front door and Mary led him to the sofa. They chatted for a few minutes.
"Are we here alone?" Mike asked.
"My mom is working," Mary told him. "We're good."
Mike smiled and kissed her. They sat there making out for a moment before Mary moved her hand to his lap. Mike's eyes went wide.
"Please don't start something we aren't going to finish," he told her.
"Why would you think we aren't going to finish?" Mary asked.
"At my house the other day you kinda left me hanging."
"Your parents were home," Mary replied.
"My door locks," he protested.
"I'll prove I'm going to finish. Take off your pants. I'll suck you right now," she said grinning.
Without hesitation Mike kicked off his sandals and took off his pants. His hard cock stood up proudly. Mary took it in her hand and stroked it for a minute before leaning over and licking the tip. After teasing it with a few full length licks, she took the head into her mouth. Mary worked her way about half way down the shaft sucking him. That's when Mike felt the hands on his shoulders from behind. He jumped slightly and looked up.
"What are you doing with your penis in my daughter's mouth?" Alli asked seriously.
Mary didn't even slow what she was doing.
"I, I...," he stuttered trying unsuccessfully to get Mary to stop.
"She's good, isn't she," the girl's mother asked.
"Uh, yeah, she is," he replied sheepishly.
"I taught her."
"I, I didn't know that."
"You wouldn't mind sharing that lovely cock with both of us, would you?" Alli asked.
"I guess that's okay," he replied.
Alli walked around to the front of the sofa, slipping her dress off and dropping it onto the floor. Mike stared as Alli stood there next to him in a matching bra and panties.
Mary pulled off and smiled at Alli then offered the big cock to her mother. Mike reached over and unhooked the clip on the front of Alli's bra. The bra fell open revealing her lovely natural breasts.
"In a minute," she told Mary. "What's your name?" she asked Mike.
"Mike. My name is Mike."
"Well, Mike. Since you're feeding my daughter your big dick, how about you feeding on these for a while?" Alli asked.
"Yes, ma'am."
The shoot continued and everyone played their roles perfectly. Liz put them through the paces, and by the time she called a wrap, they had done almost everything but anal. The end product would turn out marketable, but something about it bothered Liz. Raquel could see that her daughter wasn't particularly happy. After the actors had gone to shower Raquel went to her.
"Why the long face?"
"It was a BS shoot. There are a thousand pieces out there just like it," her daughter replied.
"I suppose there are, but we'll still make a pretty penny on it. There's something else bothering you, isn't there?"
"It's nothing," Liz replied.
"You want to know what I think?" Raquel asked.
"No, actually. I don't," Liz said then left the room.
*****
At the appointed time on Monday, Sheena placed the FaceTime call to Anita. Becky was sitting just out of view.
"Good morning," Anita said smiling.
"Is this a good time?"
"Perfect," she replied, handing the phone to her husband. "Someone wants to talk to you."
Richard looked at the screen and recognized Sheena from her videos.
"Holy crap! I know you," he said.
"Got a minute to talk?" Sheena asked.
"Sure," he replied as his wife joined him onscreen.
"Your wife has arranged a very special birthday gift for you."
"What?" he asked looking at his wife.
"She'll tell you," Anita said directing her husband back to the phone.
"On Friday, she's bringing you to Four Kitties studio to meet someone really special."
"Who?" he asked.
Becky leaned into the frame.
"Recognize me?" Becky asked.
"Holy shit! Becky Bandini?" he said excitedly.
"In the flesh," Becky replied smiling. "Before we meet, I need you and Anita to do something."
"What's that."
"Get a screening test from the doctor's office. If you bring that with you on Friday, I'm going to fuck your brains out for your birthday."
"Is this for real?" he asked his wife.
"It is. They're even going to video it for you," his wife replied. "I already made the appointment for the tests."
"Richard, if you can talk your lovely wife into getting tested, I'll eat her pussy and let you watch. Or maybe, you can fuck me while I do it."
"Oh, my fucking god! Would you like that?" Richard asked his wife.
"Depends, can I eat her too?" Anita asked him.
"Yes. Hell yes!" Richard said excitedly.
"Anita, I suspect your husband's cock is going to need your attention when we get off the phone," Becky said.
"I know exactly what it needs," Anita said grinning.
"Okay, I'll see you both on Friday."
"Bye, Becky."
Becky sent them an air kiss then ended the call, turned to Sheena and grinned.
"Cute couple. I'll bet he cums in the first two minutes."
"Probably, but Liz's edit will make him look like he can last for hours."
"He'll get a second one when Anita and I go at it," Becky added.
*****
On Monday afternoon all four women, along with Mike, met for their weekly staff meeting.
The first item they addressed was a formal offer for Mike to become a full partner. He accepted without hesitation.
Sheena shared the script she had written for Nina and Mike.
"You're directing?" Debi asked her.
"I'd like to," Sheena replied.
"Liz?" Raquel said.
"I think she's ready. I'll be there if she needs me," Liz replied.
"Everyone agree?" Debi asked. They all nodded. "When are you doing it?"
"Rehearsal tomorrow and shoot Thursday," Sheena said.
"Nina, you're sure you want to do this?" her grandmother asked.
"I'm actually looking forward to it, and based on the grin on Mike's face, he is too," Nina replied.
"What can I say?" Mike said innocently.
"That leads us to Wednesday, Liz and Mike," Debi said.
"The client is only requesting that we record him and his mother. I think we should record everything," Raquel suggested.
"Why?" Liz asked. "I have no intention of publishing it."
"Liz, this is something special. An actual mother and son is nearly unheard of. Nina and Mike's shoot is a rarity too. Some of our more elite members would be willing to pay big time to see it. Seriously, look at what the client is willing to pay. I agree that we shouldn't share it with everyone, but this is really special," Raquel said.
"Mom, we can film it and decide later after you see it," Mike suggested.
"It would need to be unedited," Debi said.
"Okay, record it, but Mike and I get the final say."
Everyone agreed.
"Friday is Anita and Richard. We're bringing in Becky Bandini for the shoot," Sheena advised. "No men on the set at all."
"What about a security person?" Liz asked.
"Lynne Zalenski is going to come in. She works VIP security."
"Anything else?" Liz asked.
"I have a question," Mike said. "In Sheena's script, Nina has a girlfriend. Who is that going to be?"
"I've asked Uma Jolie to do it," Nina replied. "It's almost a walk on role."
"I don't think that's a good idea. I love Uma but she's too well known. You want this about you and Mike with no distractions," Liz advised.
"Who would you suggest?" Sheena asked.
"A newbie. Look through the one's you've already auditioned," Liz said.
"I'll call Uma," Nina said, leaving the room.
"I'll find the replacement," Sheena said following behind her.
*****
Mike arrived at the studio thirty minutes ahead of the ten o'clock rehearsal. Sheena was already there setting up the set.
"I'm glad you're here. I wanted to talk to you," she told him.
"Sure," he said sitting on the side of the bed."
"Did you look over the script?"
"I did. I've got the first part down, but you left the second part wide open," Mike replied.
"I did that for a reason. Being with a man is completely foreign to Nina. Until you, she's never shown any interest in it. Although lately she's coming across as enthusiastic, my gut tells me she's a nervous wreck. I want her to decide how she wants to approach this. Let her do what she's comfortable with and proceed at her own pace."
"That makes sense," Mike replied.
"We're only going to rehearse the first half today. The sex has to be spontaneous. When you first come into the bedroom, Nina will be naked and restrained. She'll be wearing a gag. You're excited initially. Celeste has told you she wants this. Initially you just look at her admiringly. She's struggling, but you think she's role playing. When you touch her breast, you look into her eyes and see tears. That's when you realize she isn't acting. She's really wanting you to stop. Say your lines and leave."
"Got it. Who is Celeste?"
"The one playing her lesbian lover. She'll be here shortly."
Nina and Celeste walked in together a few minutes later. Celeste was just a little taller than Nina and very attractive. After chatting for a few minutes, Sheena talked each of them through their parts and showed them their blocking. Within two hours, they had everything down.
Just as Mike was leaving the building he got a text from his mother. It was sent to Nina and Sheena as well and asked them to meet her in editing. They walked in together.
"What's up?" Mike asked.
Liz handed an envelope to her son.
"Read this aloud," she told him.
He looked at the return address.
"It's from Cindy Richards," he said taking out the letter." He began reading.
'Dear California Angels,
I made it home safely and it's almost like I live in a different world. I wanted to tell you what all has happened since I got back.
Two days after returning, a lady in an expensive suit showed up at our front door. She's a lawyer.
The first thing she did was give momma the deed to our house. Somebody, she wouldn't say who, paid off the whole mortgage.
She told us a bunch of contractors would be coming by to start repairs. They're going to replace the roof, windows and doors, landscape, paint or put siding on, and any other fixes we need. It's all paid for.
Then, and you're not going to believe this, she gave each of us a card for the Ford dealership for a new car. We went that afternoon after she left. Momma got a new Escape, and I got a new Mustang. For free. Even the taxes, title, license, and insurance is paid for. Can you believe that?
There's more. She gave me a letter from Valdosta college. I'm accepted into their two year Dental Hygienist program and the tuition, books, and uniforms are paid for.
When we got home from getting the cars, I got a call from Macy's at the mall. I start on Monday.
I know these can't be coincidences. Somehow, I know my California angels did all these amazing things. Me and momma will never be able to thank you enough or ever be able to repay you. What we will do is someday we'll pay it forward.
Thank you. You saved my life and momma's.
With all my love,
Cindy Richards'
Everyone had tears in their eyes as they looked at Liz.
"Want to explain this?" Mike asked.
"What can I say? Four Kitties has connections with some very influential people. You three saw a need and started the ball rolling. I just gave it an additional push. Cindy now has the tools to pursue her dreams. Now go away. I have work to do."
*****
Liz and Mike arrived at the studio in separate cars. Raquel was already meeting with Mr. S, his mother Gagandeep, and his sister Diljan. They were from India. The mother spoke little English and Diljan translated for her. Mr. S essentially did all the talking for the three. He wore western style clothing while the women wore traditional saris. The brother and sister appeared to be in their thirties. The mother, although still an attractive woman, appeared much older.
Raquel got all paperwork signed, including releases from Mr. S and his mother.
"We still have a few minutes before you meet our mother and son. Would you like something to drink?"
"Water for all three. Thank you," Mr. S replied.
Raquel returned in a moment with their drinks then escorted them to the set. It was a traditional looking bedroom with comfortable chairs for the guests, lots of umbrella lights, and three stationary cameras. The biggest camera was aimed at the bed. The two smaller ones were on tripods and aimed at the guest's chairs from opposing angles. Two other hand held cameras were sitting on a table off to the side.
The Indian women were speaking to each other in their native language.
"My mother would like to know the ages of the mother and son," Mr. S said.
"Liz is thirty nine. Her son, Mike is nineteen."
"Are they married?" he asked.
"No, they're not. Mike's father died in an accident before he was born."
"Do they live together as husband and wife?"
"They live in the same house, but as mother and son."
*****
"Almost time. Are you ready?" Debi asked her sister.
"I'd rather be behind the cameras," Liz replied.
"You'll do fine. Remember where the cameras are. Don't block your angles."
"How many cameras are you running?" Liz asked.
"Relax, you aren't directing. Sheena is on the stationary and directing. Mom and Nina have the handhelds. I've got two on the clients that I'm operating remotely. And yes, I've been practicing."
"Sorry, just anxious, I guess."
"Get over it. It's time," her sister told her.
They walked down the hall to where Mike had been waiting.
"Raquel said it's probably best if Mike does the talking," Debi told them.
Both nodded, then Liz smiled and took her son's arm as they entered the set. Mr. S stood as they entered but remained expressionless. Mike offered his hand, and the man took it like he was holding a dead fish.
"I'm Mike. This is my mother, Liz.
"Call me S. This is my mother Gagandeep and my sister Diljan."
"Nice to meet you," Mike replied.
"I would prefer to give you instruction and have you or your mother perform what I ask. Would that be acceptable?" Mr. S asked.
Mike looked at his mother. Liz nodded but said nothing.
"That's fine," he said. "Our main camera is directed at the bed. Will that still work?"
"Yes, the bed is acceptable," Mr. S said. "Mike I would like your mother to undress you."
Everything that was being said in English, Diljan was repeating in Indian to her mother.
Cameras began rolling as Mike and his mother stepped the few feet to the foot of the bed. Liz had her son's shirt off quickly. Mike sat and Liz removed his shoes and socks. She motioned him up then knelt in front of her son to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down but left his briefs in place. His semi was obvious to the spectators. Liz smiled as she pulled down his last remaining item, then stayed where she was to wait on the next instruction.
"Fondle him, please," Mr. S told her.
Liz didn't hesitate as she took her son's cock in her hand and began stroking him. Mike's erection grew quickly.
The mother began talking excitedly to her daughter.
"My mother has never seen a..., he hesitated,...a penis that large," Mr. S finally said, then spoke to his sister.
"My brother is less familiar with the English terminology than I. He has asked that I translate further instructions for him. Is that acceptable?" Diljan asked.
"That's fine," Mike replied.
S spoke again, but this time his mother stood then knelt in front of him, still her head turned to Mike and his mother. Mr. S said something to his sister.
"Mike, please undress your mother," Diljan said.
Liz slipped off her shoes then stood and turned her back to her son. He unfastened her dress at the neck then slid the zipper down. She turned back to him and stood still as he pulled it off her shoulders and slid it down. He picked it up off the floor as she stepped out of it then folded it neatly and placed it on the corner of the bed. His mother's bra and panties were next, leaving Liz nude in front of the clients.
Mr. S spoke to his sister. Her brow raised and he repeated what he said. She shook her head no and spoke back. He raised his voice as if scolding her. Diljan turned back to Mike.
"He wishes you to strike her," she said.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand," Mike replied.
"Strike her face with your open hand."
"No. I've never hit my mother and I'll be damned if I'm starting now." Mike looked directly at Mr. S. "If you want a mother to be slapped, slap your own. What the fuck is the matter with you?" Mike asked angrily.
Mr. S' eyes went wide at the scolding, but he didn't reply to Mike. Instead, he and his sister exchanged what appeared to be heated words as Mike gathered his clothes to leave.
Mr. S stood. "Wait, please? I owe you and your mother my apologies. I was under the impression that this was normal behavior in your culture. I did not mean to offend you."
"There's nothing normal about any of this. I was told you wanted to see a mother and son make love. You're ordering us around like a couple of trained animals. That's not making love. If you want us to make love, sit down, shut up and pay attention. If you can do that, fine. Otherwise, we're done here."
Mr. S and his sister exchanged words back and forth for about a minute.
"Mom, we're done here. Fuck him," Mike said taking his mother's arm and leading her from the room.
The minute the door closed behind them, Liz laughed.
"Thank you. I didn't realize what a man you've become."
"Mom, you deserve to be treated with respect. Nobody pulls that bullshit around my mother. I don't care who it is or how much money they have."
They walked into the dressing area and put on their clothes. Raquel walked in grinning a few minutes later.
"Debi is showing them out. Mike, you've got some balls. I'm so proud of you," his aunt said hugging him.
"That pissed me off. Sorry, I lost us the money."
"You didn't. We already had half for a deposit. He transferred the rest, and another 500K to us as an apology. Before taxes, you earned a cool half million today," Raquel chuckled.
"I still want his subscription revoked," Liz told her.
"Nina did that the second the money was in the bank."
"Mom, since I have a few extra dollars, how about you and I take a vacation somewhere?" Mike asked.
"Hang on to your money. We're all going to Vegas in two weeks for the AVN Awards and Expo," his mother told him.
"Four Kitties has full VIP access. You're going to love it," his aunt said.
"Is that where you guys have been going every year when I've been sent to those wilderness retreats?"
"Yep. You were too young to go," his mother said grinning.
"That's really cold," he said.
Debi, Sheena, and Nina were waiting for them when they left the room.
"Our hero!" they all three cheered when they saw him, then showered him with hugs and kisses.
"I say we close up shop and celebrate over lunch," Debi suggested.
Everyone agreed.
Mike and his mother didn't record a video that night, but they did enjoy their best marathon love making session ever.
*****
Nina's apprehension about doing the shoot with her brother was gone when she arrived at the studio on Thursday morning.
After a quick walk through with everyone present they began.
Celeste and Nina walked into the set with Celeste nudging her along. Nina saw the restraints already on the bed and giggled.
"Birthday bondage?" she asked.
"Uh huh," Celeste replied as she began undressing her.
The undressing took several minutes with Celeste adding in playful kisses and caresses. Leading her to the bed, Celeste began at the feet then restrained her arms. There was more playtime and teasing before Celeste pulled the ring gag from the dresser drawer.
"I won't need that," Nina laughed.
"Humor me, prisoner," Celeste said grinning as she put the gag on her. "Comfy?"
"Ah yah ahah," Nina replied.
"Don't go away. I'll be right back."
Celeste stepped out of frame then opened and closed the door. About a minute later the door opened again with both Mike and Celeste walking up to the bed. Mike was nude with his hard cock seeming to lead the way to his restrained and gagged sister.
Nina's eyes went wide as she frantically shook her head no and struggled with her restraints.
"My baby is getting her first cock today," Celeste said grinning.
"Oh, oh, oh," Nina tried to tell them as she struggled even harder.
Celeste ran her finger through her girlfriend's pussy collecting moisture and offered it to Mike. Mike took the finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmmm, my sister tastes good."
At no time did Nina quit struggling or frantically try to get them to stop. Mike reached for his sister's breast and looked her in the eyes. He saw the tears streaming from them and her terror.
"Oh, my god. You aren't pretending are you?" he asked.
Nina frantically shook her head. Mike turned and hurried from the room. Still grinning, Celeste removed the gag.
"Let me up!" Nina snapped.
"But you said...," Celeste began.
"Get these fucking things off me. NOW!" she shouted.
Celeste quickly and silently released the restraints. Nina nearly jumped from the bed and got in Celeste's face.
"Get out of my fucking apartment! And don't ever come back. We're through, you stupid bitch!"
Celeste, crying now, ran from the room. Nina sat on the side of the bed with her face in her hands crying.
"Cut," Sheena said. "That was awesome."
Nina had struggled so hard she was covered in perspiration and a bit out of breath.
Mike had watched the rest of the scene from the doorway.
"Bravo," he told her.
His sister looked up at him grinning. "Was it believable?"
"Oh, hell yes," he replied.
"Nina, shower then put on your next costume. Mike go get dressed," Sheena directed.
Cameras were powered off and they all worked together to straighten the room for scene three.
Scene two went well. Mike came over to his sister's apartment carrying roses, chocolates, and a heartfelt apology. After some tears, Nina accepted his apology and admitted that she did want to have sex with him but not restrained. As they sat on the couch hugging, she kissed him passionately, then took his hand and led him out of the room.
They all took a short break before tackling the third and final scene. It began where the second had ended. Shooting from inside the bedroom, Nina led her brother over next to the bed. She turned to him and lovingly looked into his eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she said kissing him again.
The camera was close. Their faces completely filled the screen. After about a minute, Nina stepped back and began unbuttoning her brother's shirt, then rubbing her hands over his muscular chest.
"I'm accustomed to larger breasts and less hair," she said smiling.
Mike let his shirt fall to the floor, then pulled his sister's shirt off over her head. Nina wasn't wearing a bra, and her firm breasts and hard nipples were fully exposed. Mike gently cupped them both and gave a soft squeeze, before taking a nipple into his mouth. Her hands moved to her brother's head to hold him there.
"Fuck that feels good," she said, then started laughing.
"Cut," Sheena called.
Everyone in the room laughed with her.
"Sorry, but I'm about this far," she said holding her index finger and thumb about a half inch apart, "from cumming. Give me a minute."
They stayed facing each other. Liz handed her daughter a bottle of water. She took a sip and handed it to Mike.
"I can't believe how turned on I am," she said, fanning herself with her hand.
"Let me know when you're ready to continue," Sheena told her.
"Mike, where did you learn to kiss? That melted my thong."
Her brother chuckled.
"Carol Soden, when I was a freshman."
"If you ever run into her again, thank her for me," Nina said.
After another sip of water, she handed her mother the bottle.
"Let's do this," Nina said taking a deep breath.
"Mike, we'll pick up with you cupping her breasts," Sheena said. "Action."
Mike cupped his sister's breasts and gave each a light squeeze then leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth. Her eyes closed as her hands moved to hold him there for a moment before moving his head away.
"Let's take off all these annoying clothes," she told him.
They both kicked off their shoes then unfastened their pants and pulled them down. Mike had pulled down his briefs with his jeans. His sister still wore her tiny black thong. Mike knelt, then while looking up at his sister's face pulled down her remaining piece of clothing. He leaned forward, while not taking his eyes off hers, and kissed her red protruding clit.
"Oh," she sighed.
Nina stepped back to the bed and laid back, resting on her elbows, with her knees apart. Mike, already kneeling began kissing his way up his sister's thighs. Mike, and everyone else in the room, could see her face flush. Placing his hands under his sister's thighs, he raised her legs and licked her from her asshole, between her labia, and over her clit.
"Oh, fuck," she said then raised her ass off the bed for more.
Mike didn't disappoint her. His lips and tongue seemed to be everywhere. Sometimes kissing. Sometimes nibbling. Sometimes licking or sucking but always moving. Nina began to pant and the flush from her face spread down her neck and onto her chest. Her brother sucked his sister's rock hard clit into his mouth.
"Uhhhhh!" Nina groaned loudly as her orgasm completely consumed her.
Her back arched so much that the only part of her body touching the bed was her elbows. She held that position with her pelvis and legs shaking for at least thirty seconds, then fell onto the bed completely limp. Mike kissed her pussy again then sat up watching her. She shuddered every few seconds for another full minute then opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Did Carol teach you that too?"
"No. I never got past the kissing with her."
"Give me a couple of minutes. I want to do you."
"You don't have to do that," he said.
"I want to," his sister said.
"Cut," Sheena called.
"How was it?" her grandmother asked.
"Awesome. Totally fucking awesome."
"You're welcome," Sheena said smiling. "Go tidy up. We'll pick up in ten."
Nina and Mike went to the bathroom. Mike peed then washed his hands and face. Nina peed then gave her still sensitive pussy a once over with a warm wet washcloth. They returned a couple of minutes before time to begin.
Sheena sat them on the bed to talk.
"Nina, you've seen enough dicks in action to know how they work. In our story, you aren't a porn actress. Play a little dumb. Not Jessica Simpson dumb, just inexperienced dumb. Mike play along. You're doing great, by the way."
"Thanks," they said together.
"I need fluffers for both. Hands and fingers only please," Sheena announced.
"I've got them. I'm the only one here that isn't working," Liz said, stepping forward.
She knelt in front of her son and daughter. Liz took her son's soft cock in her left hand and using the other hand began sliding her fingers over her daughter's clit.
"This is a first," Nina said smiling.
"One day soon, maybe we can take this up several notches," her mother replied.
Both were fired up and ready to continue quickly. They returned to their earlier marks and nodded to Sheena.
"Action."
Nina sat up then patted the bed for her brother. He fluffed a couple of pillows and sat back against the headboard to watch. Nina crawled up between her brother's legs. His hard cock was just inches from her face. Debi moved up with a handheld for a POV view.
"Mike, I've never done this before, so I'm probably not going to do it very well. I may need guidance."
"Have you seen it done?" he asked.
"In videos," his sister replied.
"You'll do fine," he reassured her.
Nina grasped her brother's cock and seemed surprised at how hard it actually was when she squeezed it. She smiled when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the opening, then wiped it away with her finger.
"Why is this part so soft compared to the rest of it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"My guess would be cushioning. I'm not sure."
"That makes sense."
Nina gave her brother a few gentle test strokes then began stroking him more vigorously. As pre-cum leaked, she smeared it around the head with her finger. Her free hand moved under his balls and cupped them. Mike flinched slightly at the pleasant sensation.
Nina pulled his cock toward her and licked the head on the underside. He sighed deeply when she did.
"I think I found a sensitive spot," she said smiling.
"You did. The whole head is sensitive, but that spot is the most sensitive."
As she continued stroking, Nina began flicking her tongue over the frenulum. She could see on her brother's face how much he was enjoying it. Nina took the head into her mouth and continued teasing the underside with her tongue.
"Careful or this is going to be over very quickly."
She eased off with her tongue and began to bob, timing her movement with the movement of her hand. Once her mouth reached about half way down the shaft she increased her fondling of her brother's balls.
"Careful," he said grabbing her wrist to slow her stroking.
She continued her bobs, moving a little deeper each time until she gagged herself. She backed off a little but continued. A moment later as she pulled back, Nina began swirling her tongue over the head before going back down. Mike's expression told her everything she needed to know.
"I'm gonna cum," he grunted, expecting her to pull off.
She didn't. Keeping only the head into her mouth she began stroking him again. Mike grunted as the first stream blew through him and into his sister's mouth. He gave her six large streams before finally draining himself.
"Stop now, it's really sensitive," he told her.
Nina carefully pulled off and swallowed but kept stroking him. Without a word she moved up and straddled him then gently impaled herself on her brother's cock.
"Oh, my god," she said as she held herself about two inches from the base. "That's all that fits," she said.
Nina raised about an inch then lowered herself again. She began raising and lowering herself from the head to as much as she could take.
"Oh, Mike. This is much better than my toys."
Nina continued moving on her brother for several minutes. When he reached up and cupped her breasts, her flush began. She began moving faster. Her breathing sped up to a pant, then with no warning she stiffened. Mike began moving into her. Nina fell forward onto his chest, moaning as she came. Mike erupted into her with little warning. After a moment they rested together, both covered in sweat."
"Cut and wrap," Sheena said then everyone started clapping.
It was several minutes before either moved.
"I guess I'm not a full blooded lesbian after all. I like sucking and fucking my brother."
"I thought this was a onetime thing," he said.
"Plans change," his sister replied.
Note to the reader
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When I started this story, I never planned for it to be this long. With the situation and characters, the story could go on for years. If someone wants to pick it up and continue, you have my blessing. I'm moving on to one of the other seventeen stories I've started but not finished.
Thanks for reading my stories.
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For at least a decade, Abel had been frustrated by his balls. His testicles were perpetually alert, perched tightly just under his penis. Winters were rough, and warm temperatures did not make much difference. His scrotum was perpetually scrunched up, keeping his balls uncomfortably tight.
Naomi, his wife, knew Abel liked when she gave attention to his balls, and she did the best she could with what he had. She would reach for them while his cock was sliding in and out of her. Sometimes, one of his nuts was tight enough that she couldn't find it at first. But she would search it out, move them together in his tight sack, and then grasp them in her warm palm as he enjoyed the heightened pleasure.
He didn't remember the first time she'd held his balls during sex but surmised she'd tried it and made it a regular part of their intimacy after hearing how positively he'd reacted. When she cupped her hand around his balls and tugged them, it kept them stretched an inch or so away from his erection. They would by nature tighten to his shaft as his arousal grew, but her ministrations helped counter this tension. After holding them like this for a few minutes, they would remain a little relaxed when released from her hand. They would swing a little, bouncing against Naomi, and they both enjoyed the sensation. After ejaculating, his spent balls would relax, laying in his sack and resting an inch or two under his cock.
Abel wished his balls were always a little more relaxed. He wished Naomi could grasp them easily and did not have to feel for them in the heat of sex.
Another reason his tight balls bothered him might seem more trivial: His balls simply didn't look like they felt. When he was on vacation, laying on the beach in the warm sun, they were tight and alert in his trunks. When he was tremendously aroused, hadn't come in what felt like forever, and his balls felt impossibly full, they remained high and tight. Abel had often thought, if they looked like they felt in these situations, they'd be heavy in his scrotum, stretching his sack low and keeping it taut as gravity tugged on their mass.
Naomi was a generous lover, usually granting what Abel asked for and enjoyed, but he felt a little dumb sometimes. How could he tell Naomi, in the midst of lovemaking, that his balls felt so full that he couldn't wait to orgasm, when his balls looked exactly the same way as they always did?
When Abel and Naomi exchanged dirty texts and he said his balls felt full in an urgent way because it had been several days since he'd came, she didn't mock him outright, but he felt like she probably thought he was being a little hysterical. He had expressed the way pent-up desire turned to genuine discomfort in his balls after a busy work trip or after having visitors over for several days. There were other times when he intentionally abstained from ejaculating for a few days, letting his arousal grow in anticipation of sharing the experience of build up and then release. She seemed more amused than anything when Abel told her that all could he seem to think about was relieving that tension.
So, why even tell her how he felt? Or, specifically, how his balls felt and how much he was looking forward to freeing what they held? The answer was that he truly loved the times it felt she fully sensed where he was in his arousal and could ride the wave along with him. The times when their bodies were pressed closely together. She would moan purely in sympathy with his own outpouring of pleasure, like two wolves howling together. She would coax him on towards release at just the right pace, picking up on cues and recognizing the arousal that was electrifying every one of his cells. She would recognize when he could not hold back any longer. Sensing his need, she would pump her hand over his stiff cock faster to bring him to the point of no return. Ejaculation may be a purely biological experience, vastly different from the kissing and caressing of foreplay. But when Naomi was in lock-step with him, Abel felt an ultimate oneness with Naomi as he achieved orgasm. He knew she cared for his orgasm and did not judge him for his deep need to reach it. In the afterglow, their connection continued into her obvious pleasure at Abel's relief and relaxation. It might not be the type of sexual connection that everyone seeks, but these were amazing moments for him.
They'd talked about this some, and Naomi listened between a little blushing. But in some ways, Abel was worried that overanalyzing it with Naomi would take away the genuine nature of these moments, So he hesitated. Talk was cheap, and these experiences were not.
Where words seemed like a risky way to create this connection, Naomi had always recognized and reacted to physical signs of arousal from Abel's body. When she felt his cock was growing hard in her hand, she would slap its underside against her thigh. When his cock was especially stiff, she would trace the ridge just under its head with her finger or tongue, feeling how engorged he was. His precum was undeniable proof of his arousal and she would use its slickness to tease his cock head. These were all ways his body effectively communicated his arousal.
Call it greedy if you want to, but Abel wished his balls could effectively communicate their message to Naomi as well. After all, they were producing testosterone and hundreds of millions of sperm every day. When he was turned on, they felt fuller and heavier. They even ached for release when it was delayed too long. They were a symbol of virality.
And yet, Abel's balls were still perched stubbornly tight, even as he was preparing to celebrate his 36th birthday. He was not one to make wishes on his birthday, but if he made an exception, he'd ask for his tight balls to relax.
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Abel's 36th birthday was like most of the recent years'. It was a weekday, so he and Naomi both went to work after she gave him an extra birthday kiss. They'd discussed going to a restaurant that evening but Abel had voted for something more enjoyable. Shortly after they returned home, they had freshened up, had a couple glasses of wine, and went to the bedroom.
Abel had been looking forward to this. For the past three days, he'd stroked himself in the shower, building up his arousal with thoughts of what he and Naomi would experience. As he felt himself drawing close to release, he would pause, letting the urgency wane a little. He then would start to stroke again, edging for long minutes. He'd then stopped, a little frustrated each time, but aware that this would save his arousal for sex.
Now that he and Naomi were laying close in bed, kissing and feeling each other's bodies, his arousal quickly roared into high gear. Naomi reached for Abel's cock and wrapped her hand around it. After feeling how stiff it was for a few moments, she moved her hand lower. As usual, his balls were tight and it took a moment for Naomi to find both. When she did, she stretched them down a little. Abel couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure.
After a few minutes of kissing her while she cradled his balls, Abel rose to his knees and moved between her legs. He entered her in missionary position, feeling his cock enveloped. He felt her wetness around his head and then around his shaft, as he introduced more of his length to her. After sliding slowly inside her a few times, he started thrusting at a medium pace.
"I want to turn over", she moaned close to his ear. He pulled out of her, hearing a wet sound as he withdrew. She quickly rolled over, pulled her knees forward, and leaned back, offering him entry from behind. He lined up his dick with her wet opening and slid its stiff head into her.
He pushed deep into her for a few minutes, increasing the speed. The volume of Naomi's moans increased. She reached one arm between her legs and he felt her hand around of the base of his dick. She kept it there for a moment, feeling its rigid, slippery girth. Keeping his rhythm, he felt her then reach for his balls. They were still tight and were bucking forward and back with each thrust, so she had some trouble grasping them. Finally, she did and she tugged them as he pushed into her. Abel groaned at the added sensation and at the slight pressure around his balls.
"That feels so good", he said, breathlessly.
"Good", she said, also breathing heavily.
"My balls feel so full", he told her, eyes closed and focused on the sensations. "They've been feeling heavy since I woke up this morning."
"Mmhmm", she responded as he continued pistoning inside her.
"When's the last time you came?" she asked after a pause.
He responded quickly, "Four days ago".
She was moaning and gasping a little, but gave a little laugh. "Well, that's definitely too long. We need to fix that. Some birthday fireworks."
The laugh was a touch patronizing, but might have also conveyed some good-natured teasing, which was fair game.
"Pull them a little more", he said. "Please." Naomi complied, tugging a little harder. The sensation seemed to make his cock somehow stiffer.
"A little more", he said.
"Really?" Naomi asked between breaths. Abel didn't respond but he bucked his hips forward harder a few times. Their bodies clapped together as he entered her to the base of his cock. As her moans applauded the hard thrusts, she tugged his balls again.
Abel moaned in return. He was close, but he wanted the pleasure radiating from his genitals to last.
"One more time", he groaned.
"Seriously?" she asked. He had his eyes half-shut, focused on enjoying every moment, but he could see Naomi. Her head was turned to the side on the mattress, and she had her eyes open.
"Because..", she started to say, but Abel broke in.
"Yes, PLEASE...". As Abel continued to piston his throbbing cock in and out of her, she gave his churning testicles the firmest pull yet, lasting several moments. Abel gave a long, hoarse groan.
He was close to erupting but felt Naomi reach for his leg, placing her hand on this thigh.
"Stop, Abel." She said in a serious voice. When he hesitated, hoping he'd heard wrong, she quickly said "Stop, stop, stop."
He stopped and was exasperated to see her pull forward, allowing his cock to slide out of her. The room was dim, but he could see her face as she turned. She looked alarmed.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yes", he responded, perplexed. "What happened?"
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Abel was starting to get frustrated. "Yes. Why did you tell me to stop?"
"Do you not see them?" Naomi said, still sounding concerned. She pointed down into the shadows between their naked bodies. Abel's eyes took a moment to adjust and then, in the midst of the crumpled sheets he saw what looked like two large eggs at the end of a long, smooth sock. He reached for it and started. The "sock" was warm and soft and it was attached to him. He was looking at his scrotum, but it was draped loosely, with his balls resting on the bed about two feet from the base of his cock.
Suddenly queasy, he pulled his hand away. He reached for them again quickly, worried he'd had some kind of horrible accident. He felt for the balls. They felt like they usually did, though understandably sensitive from the arousal of the past minutes. Holding his balls in his left hand, he slowly brought the fingers of his right hand up the long, slack scrotum to where it met his body.
Naomi was watching his expression to try to gauge what he was thinking. "Does it hurt?"
"No... it doesn't hurt at all."
"Did -", she hesitated. "Did something break?"
"I don't think so", he said. "It feels normal."
Abel was still on his knees, and his legs were starting to cramp. He carefully laid down at Naomi's side. The testicles followed him, sliding over the bed. Naomi was inspecting them, now.
"I pulled on them and it felt like there was more give than usual", she said. "And then you asked me to do it again. It's like there was no resistance. They stretched and then seemed to just stay that way. Did I hurt you?"
"No, I really don't think so." His sack was laying over his upper leg and his balls laid on the bed, between their bodies.
She still looked concerned.
"Maybe we should make sure you're alright", she said, looking into Abel's eyes.
The shock he'd felt a moment ago still had his heart rate up a little. His erection had withered away and now looked pitiable, perched just over the long, smooth sack that still laid over his thigh. The sight of his balls, like a couple of plump avocados resting lazily on the mattress, was making him feel several things at once. He was nervous, but realized he was a little worried this couldn't be real.
"We probably should", he agreed.
He stood, a few minutes later, carefully cradling his balls in his hands, and made his was to the restroom to urinate. They had a small dinner in bed, watching TV. He still didn't feel any pain, but they agreed he would ask his doctor about it in the morning, even if he felt completely fine.
As they turned off the bedside lights, Abel jokingly asked Naomi to give his balls a little tug. She guffawed and it relieved most of the remaining tension.
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Abel did not fall asleep right away. After about 30 minutes, he assumed Naomi had drifted off. But then he heard her shift in the bed. She was still for a second and then he felt her hand slowly slide under the sheets, reaching for where his testicles were resting. Her fingers brushed one of his balls. He knew it was intentional because she then moved her hand closer, tracing her fingers over the warm orbs. She slowly slid her hand up his relaxed scrotum. She brushed part of its length gently with her short fingernails, from just above his testicles to where it was draped over his thigh.
Abel felt an erection forming and starting to press upward on the sheet. Naomi must have felt the movement as well. She stopped brushing his sack with her fingers, and she wrapped her hand gently around his scrotum, a few inches above from where his balls sat.
Her hand stopped moving and he heard her give a big yawn. He heard her breathing deeply soon. He fell asleep as well.
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When Abel awoke, it took time to remember last night's events. After he did, he opened his eyes quickly. He wondered if last night was a dream, or if whatever had happened had reversed itself overnight. He had turned to his side in his sleep and was still covered by a sheet. He pulled the sheet down, holding his breath a little. His morning wood had not dissipated yet and emerged first. A moment later, there was no doubt that his balls and sack were still in the same state as last night. His nuts lay close to the edge of the bed in his sprawling scrotum. Abel couldn't deny he was glad. In his mind, this was too good to be true. The sun was shining through a gap in the curtains, and it fell on his testicles. He admired them as they sat like ripe plums in a still life painting.
From the corner of his eye, Abel saw the door open a little. Naomi stood in the doorway, smiling a little impishly.
"Are you awake?" Not waiting for an answer, she walked in. He did not bother to cover up.
"Looks like last night wasn't a dream", he said.
"I would say so", she said. She walked to the side of the bed, and they both looked at his development.
"When I got up, I might have taken a peek...", she said in a coy tone.
Then, almost admonishing, she said "They were dangling off the side of the bed, mister!"
Abel was stretching his arms and yawning when she said this and he let out a laugh.
"Did you peek at my balls because you were concerned?" he asked.
"A little", she responded. "I set them on the bed so they wouldn't be dangling and covered them with the blanket so they'd be comfortable."
Abel laughed again. "Well, that was nice of you." Truthfully, he loved the idea of her sudden interest in his balls.
"I was glad to do it", she said, and reached and gave his balls a soft pet with her hand. His erection was at full mast, and she noticed.
She gave his nuts a final pet, and then turned. "Don't forget to talk to your doctor", she said, walking toward the door.
After another careful trip to the bathroom, Abel returned to bed and sent a message to his doctor. It was a Saturday, but from experience, he would likely hear back from her within a couple hours.
Naomi brought him breakfast.
"Don't get used to breakfast in bed", she said.
They both ate. He was scrolling through his phone and Naomi was reading a book when Abel heard his phone vibrate.
"My doctor", he said, glancing at the screen.
She put down her book and scooted closer to him, looking over his shoulder at his screen.
He read the response out loud.
"Good morning, Abel - The kind of sudden change in your testicles that you're describing is very unusual. If there's no pain and everything feels normal, I wouldn't say it is an emergency, but I will need to know more.
You said you've been really careful with your testicles since this took place, particularly when moving around the house. That is a good precaution to take, but you may not know if there is an issue unless you treat them normally. Wear whatever you usually would today and do your best to keep to a normal routine. Take note of anything unusual.
Specifically regarding your testicles' health, you should watch their temperature and make sure circulation is maintained. If they feel cold to touch, tell me right away. We'll test for hormones at your next appointment, and I will need to know if there is discomfort during sexual activity."
He read the conclusion: "Let's start there and we can decide if we need to go further."
Abel and Naomi were silent for a moment.
Naomi finally said "Sexual activity... I'm still a little nervous."
She put her hand on his arm, "But what if you made yourself feel nice?"
"I can be close by. Just in case." she added.
"Just in case of what?", he smiled. "In case I pass out and need to be revived?"
"No, I mean if there's anything wrong." She blushed a little.
He got the feeling that she was interested in watching him. That maybe she was still working through the way the sight of his balls now made her feel. He felt his cock stir at the thought of stroking himself while she watched.
"Sounds like a plan to me", he said.
"I'm going to take a shower", he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. He rolled to the side of the bed and stood. He'd picked up his balls as he moved off the bed. As he straightened up, he carefully released them. They sat in his sack at their new spot, just above the level of his knees.
It was a new sensation, but good. He felt their heft in a new way, as opposed to when they'd stayed lodged close to his dick. Now, they felt relaxed and cradled in the bottom of his ample sack.
He was standing still, but slight motions as he gave himself a look caused his balls to swing a little, like a pendulum. He'd never felt the forces of physics working on his nuts like this before.
He turned. Naomi hadn't moved and she stared, with what looked like disbelief, at his balls swaying between his legs. He leaned to one side and then the other, making his nut swing. Her mouth fell open.
"Do you like them?", he laughed. She still looked to be in shock.
Finally speaking, she shooed him away. "Go take your shower. And bring those with you."
Abel grabbed a t-shirt and boxers on the way out of the bedroom, feeling his nuts swing with his steps.
He quickly realized that showering was a little different now. There was more territory to cover. Rinsing soap off his shoulders and chest, the suds slid down, traveling his slack scrotum and then over his balls, which hung even lower in the warm water. It felt like the new length of his sack had added new nerve endings, increasing sensations from the water, and keeping his cock partially hard through most of the shower.
When he finished, he toweled off and then pulled on the shirt and boxers. Before leaving the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror. His balls hung well beyond the length of his boxers.
Walking out and down the hallway, he saw Naomi sitting on the couch in the living room. She had gotten a snack and the TV was on. Naomi looked over when he walked into the room. Her eyes immediately went to his balls, which swung freely when he walked. She quickly scooted to the side a little, making room for Abel to sit.
"Is the show taking place here?" he asked.
"Sure", she responded.
He slid his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. He turned and sat on the couch. His balls were dangling just over the edge of the seat cushion. A little self consciously, he reached for them, first placing them just below his shaft, where they had been every day of his life up to now. Then, changing his mind, he unbunched his scrotum, extending it over his right thigh, and resting the balls on the couch outside his leg. They sat on the side where Naomi was observing him.
She had her arms crossed, but smiled and raised an eyebrow in a way that seemed meant to encourage him on.
"You seem a little more eager to get this experiment underway than I am", he said.
Her expression turned a little more serious.
"I guess I'm just expecting things will be alright - Maybe more than alright."
He took a deep breath.
"Well, here we go", he said.
He picked up his mostly flaccid dick. He began stroking with his right hand, and held its base with his left.
He was not in a hurry and Naomi did not seem to be either. The TV was still on and a sitcom played. She would watch him stroking and then glance at the screen when there was a big laugh from the TV audience.
About 5 minutes passed. He was feeling more turned on, more comfortable now with doing this in front of Naomi. Precum had collected on his head. Pausing for a moment, he wiped it away with his left hand.
"What a waste", Naomi scolded, jokingly.
A few more minutes passed, with Abel starting to breath a little deeper. Naomi picked up her phone and seemed to be looking at something. He focused on the task at hand, leaning his head back to rest on the couch cushions, as his hand kept its pace. Naomi cleared her throat.
"I don't want to distract you but..." He glanced over and she was still looking at her phone.
"When aroused, testicles can grow up to fifty percent in size", she read. "It says your testicles are swelling in preparation for sex."
"That is... crazy!" she said, looking up from her phone at him. "I looked it up because I swear yours look totally different than a few minutes ago!"
He shifted his arm and followed her gaze.
Sure enough, his balls were noticeably larger. His scrotum had tightened around them some, and their size and form were more visible.
"You've told me before how they feel when you're really turned on... I sort of though you were being dramatic." She paused. "Maybe I owe you an apology."
He relaxed his head back on the couch and laughed. "No apology necessary. I'm just glad you noticed."
They were silent for a moment, with the TV and the sound of his hand stroking along his cock being the only sounds. Finally, he turned to her
"I like the idea that you can tell how turned on I am, just from my balls." He felt a little silly saying it, but it was true.
"It's like precum. I don't really control it. It just happens naturally, like my body has this intended function that it's going to relentlessly try to achieve."
"Is that intended function to cum?", she said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Well, yeah", he responded. "And cum a lot."
She laughed but he continued.
"Seriously. My body is doing so many things to produce sperm and deliver them, healthy. Balls get tighter when it's cold because it keeps them at the right temperature. Precum makes a pathway for the cum that keeps the the sperm healthy while it's leaving the body."
"I thought precum was just a tasty snack", Naomi said unseriously. She leaned across the couch and reached toward his cock. He slowed his arm's movement, watching her, and she dipped her finger into crystal clear precum that had pooled on his head and was threatening at any moment to run down the side of his cock. Retracting her hand, a thick, sticky strand of the precum stretched the space between her finger and his cock head. It lengthened about a foot, sagged, and then broke, with some of the strand falling over his wrist.
"Sorry", she said, clearly not sorry at all. She put her wet fingertip in her mouth and then removed it after she'd licked it.
"Now you were saying..?"
Abel smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back again.
"Ahh, nothing important. Just, if I was looking for signs from my own body of what it prioritizes - or what's important...".
He knew he wasn't being particularly eloquent and felt self-conscious.
"If there's some... message from your body on its priorities, the act of ejaculating-" He glanced over to see if she was rolling her eyes. She wasn't and he continued. "You know, letting loose the biggest fucking loads of cum that you can possibly produce is pretty high up there."
He'd trivialized what he was saying to give her an opening to take his point less seriously, but, looking at her expression, she wasn't laughing.
She was closely watching his balls. "You don't have to convince me how much you need to cum", she said. "I can see it."
He realized that she was carefully sliding her left hand just under his balls.
"Is it ok?", she asked. He was feeling nothing except arousal.
"Yes, more than ok".
She started caressing his balls, which currently felt like they were churning with his arousal. She ran her fingers around their circumference. There was an immediate reaction: A couple quick and spontaneous spasms sent a deposit of precum to the end of his cock. As his cock trembled with his steady strokes, a rivulet ran off the side of his dick's stiff head into his hand and the precum squelched with each stroke.
Naomi gathered his nuts in her hand and lifted them a little.
"It's crazy. I've felt your balls a thousand times, but now I can feel... I guess the right word is their heft." She raised and lowered his balls, weighing them for a few more seconds and then laid them back on the couch. Leaning back, she crossed her arms again and watched.
He'd been jerking off for at least 20 minutes, but he was on a plateau of pleasure, stroking less urgently than if he was just trying to come. He was enjoying every moment.
He saw movement. Naomi had been sitting close to the other end of the couch, legs crossed, but she uncrossed them and laid to her side.
"Just ignore me", she said, grasping his balls once more. She laid her head on his thigh and raised his balls to her mouth. First, she gave them a lick. She ran her tongue carefully along the crease between them. Abel gave a moan at the sensation. Reacting to his obvious approval, she gave another couple long slow licks. Then, opening her mouth a little wider, she placed it over most of his right testicle. He felt the warmth of her mouth and then gentle suction, as she sought to suck his nut into her mouth. Unsuccessful at first, she quickly adjusted, widening her mouth. His nut slipped into her warm wet mouth. There, she kept up the gentle suction, all the while licking it with her soft tongue. Through his half-shut eyes, he saw her open her mouth even wider as she bunched both of his balls in her hand. She positioned her mouth wide over both balls and then sucked. He felt both of his balls slip into her mouth.
"Ohhh", he moaned.
Naomi had moaned at the same moment. With her mouth full, he felt her voice vibrate through his balls. Taking up just about all the available space in her mouth, they pushed her cheeks out. It looked they they would pop free of her mouth, if it wasn't for her hand around his sack that kept them collected. She looked up at him and saw him watching her. She let his balls slip out of her mouth.
"Don't get distracted or I'll have to stop. Keep doing what you're doing and let me know if anything feels off at all." He leaned back and closed his eyes, stroking himself at a quicker pace.
He felt her suck both of his balls back into her mouth. She laid her head on his leg and alternated between gentle suction and tracing her tongue around their mass.
Abel felt himself quickly moving to the point of no return. Hearing his ragged breath, Naomi let his balls out of her mouth again, a little out of breath, herself.
Between quick licks to his sensitive sack, she said, "I want your balls in my mouth when you come. I want to feel them give up the load that they've been working so hard to prepare. I want you to show me what these big, heavy nuts are meant for." She immediately stuffed his balls back in her mouth, sucking them as deeply into her mouth as she could. With her free hand, she felt up and down his ball sack.
Her words and the pressure that had been building by the second pushed him over the line. He groaned and then held his breath.
His cock launched a sudden spray of cum that rained on his t-shirt. Naomi moaned, sensing the moment had arrived from the way his balls were spasming in her mouth. His body's muscles clinched tightly, Abel let loose a long rope of white cum that arced in the air and fell in a thick stripe across his chest. Naomi had reached a hand up to the base of his cock and she circled it with her fingers, feeling it throb in her grip as his contracting muscles sent more of his hot, wet seed up its length. Rope after rope of his cum burst in quick succession from his cock, landing on his shirt, soaking it through. Naomi was busy, swirling her tongue around his balls, intent on setting their all of their contents free. Gasping for a breath, Abel shot one last strong spurt of cum and then slowed his stroking hand. He relaxed to the couch, breathing quickly.
Naomi let his balls out of her mouth. Straightening up, she looked at him and smiled at his spent expression and half-shut eyes.
"It didn't sound like you felt any discomfort", she said.
He let out a happy, sleepy sigh. "No, nothing at all."
"Good", she responded. She gave a gentle nudge to his balls, still damp from her mouth. Any tightness in his scrotum associated with his orgasm had passed now and his nuts rested in his loose sack on the couch, again.
"I am really going to enjoy these", she said.
She looked to his shirt, which he had nearly soaked with his load. It clung to him, as his chest rose and fell with his breath. She laid her hand on it, feeling how saturated it was.
"Don't ever worry that I won't know how much you need to cum." She gave him a wink. "Just give me little reminders like this."
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"balls",
"testicles",
"exhibition",
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"edging",
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] |
Sissy and the Divorcee, Pt. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/sissy-and-the-divorcee-pt-02
| 4.36 | null |
Transgender
|
Dear Reader,
In part 1, Lois introduced her divorced friend, Tracy, to her T-girl son, April. The cute pantywaist worked his charms on Tracy and now she's become obsessed with him. This story is written from the woman's perspective. I hope that you enjoy it.
Sincerely,
Whippet
P.S. I've included a sissy fashion tip at the end.
--
I was in a tizzy driving home after my encounter with pretty April and I sideswiped a parked car. So, I stopped at a cocktail lounge to steady my nerves with a stiff drink. A handsome man offered me another and I accepted. Then I took him to the ladies room to feel his hot rod in my pussy. It didn't satisfy me though, I wanted April. At home, I continued drinking until I fell asleep.
The next morning I was hungover and miserable. I phoned Lois and told her that I couldn't live without April.
"We're at the hair salon, Tracy," she replied over background noise, "April likes you too, but you sound terrible, Dear. What's wrong?"
I told her about my reckless driving and my drunkenness but left out the part about being balled by a stranger.
"Let's talk after class tomorrow when you've gotten a grip on yourself," she said.
I went through the motions during our yoga class the next evening. Then Lois and I walked to our favorite coffee shop. She'd broken down in tears there revealing to me that her son was a ninny. This time I was the nervous wreck.
"I'm crazy about April, Lois," I confessed as tears welled up in my eyes. "May I see him again, please?"
"Of course you may, Tracy. I don't want April to become romantically involved just yet though. He isn't ready."
"But he is ready, Lois. April showed me his stiffy!" I exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly.
"Oh God!" she replied. "I didn't know!"
"It's true Lois and I want him so badly that I could scream!"
"I understand, Dear," she said. "Let me talk with April again and I'll phone you tomorrow."
I spent a sleepless night twisting and turning in bed. I tried jilling off to fantasies of men screwing me but without any satisfaction. Then I pictured sweet April laying beneath me in a baby doll nightie while I pumped his willy with my hooha. I climaxed splendidly and drifted off to sleep just before sunrise.
I woke up when Lois's called a few hours later.
"April wants to see you, Tracy. He said something about you and he wearing the same outfits?"
"Yes, Lois. I can get us matching dresses. May I come over tonight, please!"
Lois agreed. So, I called in sick for work and went clothes shopping. After visiting several stores I found one that had adorable miniskirt sailor suits with petticoats. I purchased a size 6 for myself and a 4 which would fit April. I also bought two pairs of white kitten heel shoes with pretty bows on their vamps.
Then I went to a lingerie boutique and found nylon bikini panties with daisies embroidered on their tummy panels. I bought two pairs of the knickers along with lacy white garter belts and sheer ecru nylons for both of us.
After returning home I went to bed for some beauty rest. When I awoke late in the afternoon I felt refreshed. I enjoyed a scented bubble bath, fixed my hair in a French twist and applied my makeup. Then I put on my new lingerie and the sailor suit. I was not accustomed to petticoats and garter belts but I discovered that they made me feel wonderfully sexy!
When I phoned Lois, she said that April was ready to see me. So, I put his clothing in a gift bag and drove over. This time April answered the door himself and hugged me enthusiastically.
He eyed me up and down and asked, "Did you bring me an outfit like yours?"
"I did, Sweetie Pie!" I replied happily. "It's called a sailor suit."
"Mommy!" April cried to Lois, "I'm getting a sailor suit!"
"That's nice, Darling," replied her mother pleasantly. "Are you ready to try it on?"
"Oh yes, Mommy!" squealed April.
We three went to April's girlie bedroom. I eagerly helped him out of the cute party dress and frothy petticoats he was wearing. He looked like a little angel standing there smiling at me shyly in just his undies. The white cotton panties and matching training bra featured lollipop prints.
I wanted to throw sweet April on the bed and unleash my passion on him. Instead I removed his sailor suit from my the gift bag along with his lingerie and placed it on the duvet.
April's sparkling eyes glanced happily over the navy blue outfit. Then he focused on the garter belt and nylons.
"Mommy said that I could wear a garter belt when I grew to be a big girl," he said to me.
"Am I a big girl now, Mommy?" he asked Lois.
"What do you think, April?" she replied.
"Yes, I think so Mommy," said April glancing back and forth between me and his mother.
"Shall I leave you alone with Miss Tracy?"
"Yes, Mommy. I want Miss Tracy to dress me."
Before leaving, Lois looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Remember that he's my child."
--
I excitedly removed April's cotton panties. Then I held out the nylon bikini knickers and he put his feet through the leg openings. I pulled the panties up April's legs and settled the narrow elastic bands around his waist and thighs. His wonderful dickie began to stiffen.
"I love my big girl panties, Miss Tracy!" he gushed. "They're so soft and smooth!"
"I think you'll like the garter belt and nylons, too, April," I said encouragingly.
I showed April how to wrap the garter belt around his trim waist, fasten it in front and then rotate the clasps around to his back.
"Is that how big girls, do it?" he asked naively.
"Yes, April. Now I'll show you how to roll stockings up your legs and fasten them to your garters."
By the time we finished with his nylons, April's sissy stick was fully erect and protruding above the waistband of his panties. I stared at it in awe, wishing that it was inside me. My knickers were already wet with pussy juice, and my lustful concentration was only interrupted by April's voice.
"What about my sailor suit?" he asked.
"Of course, Dear. I almost forget." I replied rather incoherently.
I held out April's petticoat and he stepped into it. Then I helped him with his sailor suit and buttoned it in back. Finally, I surprised him with the kitten heel shoes.
April stood before his full length mirror, fluffed up his petticoats and admired himself.
"I love being a big girl, Miss Tracy!" he squeaked happily. "Let's show Mommy!"
Lois was happy to see that her son was still smiling, and she knew at once that I had not molested him.
"Look, Mommy!" said April as he pirouetted before Lois. "I'm a big girl now and I'm ready to do big girl things."
My passion was still unrequited but I savored the precious moments I had shared with the sissy of my dreams.
--
This story will be continued.
--
Whippet's Fashion Tip
I discovered side support brassieres a few years ago and I love them. These bras have extra panels that extend high under the arms. The panels prevent 'side spillage' which is the term bra makers use for the soft flesh that squeezes out of a regular bra. Side support bras will give you a smoother profile and you'll look more attractive in form-fitting blouses. My favorite part about side support bras though is how I appear without a top. The side spillage is gone and I look much prettier in my bra.
|
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"sissy",
"femdom",
"pantywaist",
"panty",
"bra",
"garter belt",
"feminization",
"girdle",
"corset"
] |
An Offer She Couldn't Refuse
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https://www.literotica.com/s/an-offer-she-couldnt-refuse
| 4.15 | null |
BDSM
|
An Offer She Couldn't Refuse
Officer Charlotte Naomi Bellamy - Charli to her friends and family - loved her new assignment. She was only the second female motorcycle officer in the history of the Jacksonville Police Department, and she already knew this is exactly what she needed to get herself right - both physically and mentally.
Charli was a twenty-eight-year-old police officer who had been on the department for seven years. After two years in patrol, she was assigned to the Detective Division where she first worked in Sex Crimes before transitioning to Homicide for four years. Charli thought Homicide was going to be her forever assignment, a job she would happily do for the next twenty years, until she was assigned as the lead detective on the disappearance of an assistant district attorney, Ms. Phoebe Quinn, a little more than two years ago.
The evidence pointed toward foul play, so the Homicide Unit took the lead on the case. Assistant DA Phoebe Quinn was a gorgeous woman and a phenomenal attorney who was on the fast track in the county prosecutor's office. When she disappeared, the list of potential suspects was ridiculously long - from former lovers, criminals that she had put away and their acquaintances, and a jealous ex-husband - but no leads panned out, no trace of Phoebe Quinn was ever found and every bit of new evidence led to brick walls or even more questions.
Charli had an addictive personality - a trait she personally loved and fostered - but that personality ate away at her. She took the case too personally. She thought she had so much in common with Quinn, that Charli kept seeing herself as the victim and doubled down on trying to solve the mystery of her disappearance. After a while, Charli was up to all hours of the night going over all the case files, she stopped working out, drank way too much, she stopped hanging out with friends, her personal life ground to a halt and she even stopped going to church. Her dynamite good looks took a downward spiral as she gained weight, became increasing pale, had bags under her eyes during all waking hours and flew off the handle at every little perceived indiscretion.
She lost friends, her fiancé ended their three-year relationship - which at the time did not concern her in the slightest - and her work product suffered. Finally, her supervising lieutenant ordered her to the department's psychiatrist. After a short time in therapy, Charli could see what the Quinn case was doing to her and knew she had to get as far away from it as possible for her own health, sanity and well-being. She talked with her lieutenant and sergeant and asked if the case could be reassigned, and if she could be transferred out of Homicide until she got her mind right.
Because she was a fine detective, and because her supervisors knew the case had driven her to this point and not because of any lack of effort, they bent over backward and got her assigned to wherever she wanted to go. Charli had always loved riding motorcycles since she was a teenager, and the thought of riding one for her job topped the list of assignments she wanted.
Her bosses got her into the proper training classes, got her police motorcycle certification and used some leverage to get her into the unit as soon as a vacancy opened. During all that time, with no Homicide cases to investigate, specifically the Quinn case, she was able to clear her mind and steady her life. She stopped drinking alcohol. She began working out every day - a mix of weight training, running, MMA and high-intensity interval training - and the exercise paid dividends. Charli was always considered very attractive with her 5'7" athletic frame and her jet-black hair, but the intense working out had sculped her body to where she was now a muscular 130 pounds.
She worked a steady day shift, Monday through Friday, and enjoyed enforcing traffic laws and investigating simple traffic crashes. She wrote more warnings than tickets, met many different citizens throughout the day and felt herself finally starting to enjoy her job and her life again. She had even attended church service a couple of times and was thinking about entering the dating pool in the near future.
She loved riding the powerful motorcycle eight hours a day in the beautiful Florida sun. Charli especially loved the uniform, if truth be told. Especially since she had gotten into phenomenal physical condition. The dark navy blue, short sleeve uniform shirt adorned with the silver badge over her heart and yellow patches on the sleeves looked great with her defined, yet feminine, arms. The soft Kevlar body armor and sports bra she wore while in the uniform shirt could not totally hide her perky 32C breasts. The navy blue Alpinestar Vika v2 women's pants, a mix of leather and stretch aramid fabric, which were skin-tight, showed off her tone and athletic legs and ass. The knee-high Bella Napa leather boots just looked amazing on her. The white helmet over her French-braided hair and topped off with the Maui Jim Mavericks aviator sunglasses completed the ensemble. She knew she looked amazing and, in turn, felt amazing. Charli loved being a cop again!
She continued to attend counseling to keep the demons at bay, because it was extremely hard for her to completely stop trying to work the Quinn case in her head. Fortunately, she knew that was a part of her she had to keep in check less it would destroy her personally and professionally.
Charli glanced at her watch just above the black Hugger gloves and saw that she had less than an hour before her shift ended. She had one more traffic complaint on this particular Friday that her sergeant had assigned her - speeders in a well-to-do neighborhood - and then she could start her weekend. She was planning on going to the subdivision in question, run radar for about an hour and then head to the house when a white panel van blew past her doing at least twice the posted speed limit.
She gave the bike more throttle and easily closed on the speeding van. She keyed her helmet mic and said, "Headquarters, this is 8222, 10-50, Atlantic and Penman."
After telling the headquarters dispatcher she was about to conduct a traffic stop at Atlantic Boulevard and Penman Road, and the dispatcher acknowledged her transmission, Charli continued.
"Florida tag, Echo-Bravo-Foxtrot-six-six-Lima on a white Chevy panel van. Unknown number of occupants."
The dispatcher repeated the information back to ensure it was logged correctly and that all units listening on the radio frequency knew where an officer was conducting a traffic stop. Charli then activated her blue lights and siren.
The van's brake lights illuminated but continued east on Atlantic Boulevard. Charli ensured she could be seen in the driver's side mirror and motioned the van to pull over. The van slowed but continued another half mile before it pulled into the empty parking lot of a closed down K-Mart. Charli was not too worried, even when the van pulled as far as possible from Atlantic Boulevard and stopped on the side of the abandoned building, but she did remind herself to pay attention to her surroundings.
She stopped the Harley-Davidson Police Road King at least ten feet from the driver' side rear door of the panel van. She could she the driver in the sideview mirror, but he was in shadows and not moving much. She stepped off the motorcycle and slowly approached the vehicle.
Her radio chirped, "8222, tag comes back to a white 2019 Chevrolet Express Cargo Van. Registered to a Thomas Kincade of Ponte Vedra, Florida. No wants or warrants on the vehicle or registered owner."
Charli keyed her radio and replied, "10-4 Headquarters. Final stop in the old K-Mart parking lot."
"Are you 10-77?" inquired the dispatcher, asking if the situation was under control.
"I'm 10-77," she replied.
With her right hand on the butt of her Glock 17 9mm service pistol in the holster on her right hip, she approached the driver's window which rolled down as she got closer.
"Is there a problem, officer?" the man said from the gloom of the interior of the van in a gravelly voice that belied too many years of smoking.
Peering into the interior of the van, Charli could see that the two front seats were the only seats in the van, and the driver was the sole occupant. A solid metal wall was behind the seats separating the cab from the van's interior.
"Good afternoon, sir," Charli said. "I'm Officer Bellamy with the Jacksonville Police Department. May I see your driver's license, registration and insurance please."
"I asked," the man said, "is there a problem?"
"You were doing eighty in a forty mile per hour zone," Charli said. "I'll need to see your license, registration and proof of insurance, please."
The man shook his head slowly. "You don't need to see my license, Charlotte."
The use of her given first name did not get past her. Charli peered intently at the man and asked, "Do I know you?"
The man smiled a humorless smile. "No, Charlotte, you don't, but you want to..."
Charli sighed in frustration. "Step out of the vehicle, sir."
The man slowly unfastened his seatbelt, opened the car door and stepped out deliberately. Charli took a few steps backward toward her motorcycle, never taking her eyes off the driver and looked him over. Shoulder length brown hair, clean shaven, darks sunglasses, a Bass Pro Shops ballcap and medium build. His rumpled t-shirt and jeans gave nothing away, and he did not look even the slightest bit familiar to Charli.
With her hand still on the pistol grip of her pistol, she said, "I'm going to need to see your license, sir."
He smiled that humorless smile again and said, "Are you enjoying your new assignment, Charlotte?"
She cocked her head in confusion. "Who the hell are you, mister?"
"Do you miss the days looking for Pheobe Quinn, Charlotte?" the man asked.
Alarm bells sounded in Charli's head! She took another step back, drew her service pistol and pointed in center mass at the man in front of her. "Keep your hands where I can see them!"
The man did not flinch. Just continued smiling that creepy smile.
Charli reach to activate her portable radio, but before she hit the transmit button, the man said, "I've grown bored with Phoebe Quinn, Charlotte. I'm going to give her back to you - safe and sound - but if you call for the cavalry, I'll just claim I have no idea what you're talking about. They'll think you've got off the rails again. That you've relapsed. Trust me when I say, my bona fides will check out. They will think you're going nuts again."
Charli was trying to process what he was saying. "Get on the ground now! And put your hands behind your back!"
"If you arrest me, Charlotte," he said, "Phoebe Quinn will die. I left her in quite the predicament. If I don't get back very soon, I promise you that she will expire, but if you come with me, I'll let you take her back to her friends and family..."
For the first time in a long time, Charli had no idea what to do. She had no idea if this guy was legitimate, but something deep inside her said this had to be the guy who abducted Pheobe Quinn over two years ago.
"8222, 10-77?" the dispatcher radioed.
The speaker in her motorcycle helmet was loud enough for the man to hear and he said, "You should tell her that you're okay, Charlotte. I for one don't want to be disturbed right now."
Charli removed her left hand from the Glock, keyed the helmet mic and said, "I'm 10-77, headquarters. Thank you."
The man's smile widened. "Excellent. Now we can go get Pheobe and you can be the hero who rescued her."
Charli adjusted the grip on her pistol but never stopped aiming at his chest. "How do I know you're for real? How do I know you still have her and she's still alive?"
"If I may show you something," he said, "I'll dispel any doubts you have about my authenticity."
Charli could only nod her head.
The man reached into his back jeans pocket.
Charli put her index finger on the trigger of the Glock and snapped, "Slowly! Pull it out slowly or I'll end you!"
The man smiled that humorless smile again. "You end me, you end her, Charlotte. Simple as that."
He pulled out a Polaroid photo and held it up so Charli could see the picture. It was a photo of a woman's face. She was looking into the camera with vacant, sunken eyes. Her hair was messy and very thin, her lips were chapped and cracked and her cheeks were hollow. She had changed in appearance drastically over the last time anyone had seen her, but the picture was of Pheobe Quinn. Behind the woman's head and over her right shoulder, the front page of the local paper was tacked on a white wall, and it was today's edition. Charli had seen that newspaper on her sergeant's desk that very morning.
Charli blew out a long breath, looked away from the Polaroid to the man in front of her and said, "What do you want?"
"First," he said, "give me your gun."
"Get the fuck out of here!" she snapped. "There's no fucking way I'm giving you my gun!"
"I'm not taking you with me while you are armed," the man said slowly.
"You aren't taking me anywhere, asshole!" Charli growled. "Where the hell is Pheobe?"
He reached into his pocket, produced a pack of cigarettes and popped one in his mouth. He pulled a lighter from the pack, ignited it and lit the cigarette. Then he put the flame to the photo which went up quickly. He blew out a steam of smoke as he dropped the burning photograph to the ground.
"These are your choices, Charlotte," the man said casually as he smoked the cigarette. "First choice, you can give me your firearm, come with me and I'll take you to Ms. Quinn. I will then return you both here and leave you both unharmed. Second choice is that you don't come with me, and Ms. Quinn dies. Third choice is that you call for backup, tell them I'm the boogeyman, nothing checks out, everyone thinks you're crazy and Ms. Quinn dies. Fourth choice is that you shoot me, Ms. Quinn dies and you will be prosecuted for murder - but they probably end up confining you in a state mental institution for the rest of your life after you tell them your tale of me being the bad guy you have so long been looking for..."
Charli's head was swimming. "Why do I have to come with you? Why don't you just abandon her somewhere that she will be found?"
He took a drag, exhaled lazily and said, "When I finish this cigarette, I'm getting in the van and leaving with or without you. If you follow me, I'll just drive around wasting gas. Then, in about," he glanced at his watch, "an hour, give or take, Ms. Quinn will be dead and I'll still be free."
Charli knew the worst thing she could do was give up her weapon and voluntarily go with this madman, but his demented argument actually made sense to her. She could not poke any holes in his logic.
He took another drag, exhaled and flipped the smoldering butt away. "What's your decision, Charlotte?"
"Fuck me!" she hissed, as he lowered the Glock, spun it around and handed it to the man.
He gingerly took the firearm and placed it in his waistband at small of his back. "I knew you were a smart girl and would see the genius of my plan."
"Hardly," Charli said. "I just want to get Pheobe home safe."
He smiled and nodded. "Now, before we leave, you'll need to clear from this traffic stop and then tell them you are out of service for the rest of the day."
Not seeing she had any choice now, she reached to key the helmet mic.
"I'm sure you might suspect it, and it's true. I know all the signals and 10-codes," he said in a friendly tone. "Don't do something foolish that gets Ms. Quinn killed when you're so close to rescuing her..."
Charli surmised this with him knowing about 10-77. She unconsciously nodded, keyed the helmet mic and said, "Headquarters, 8222. 10-8 code X-ray and I'll be 10-82."
The dispatcher replied immediately. "10-8 code X-ray and you'll be 10-82."
As Charli lowered her fingers from the transmit button, the dispatcher added in a happy voice, "Have a good night, Charli!"
The dispatcher's happy demeanor made Charli even more anxious for some reason. As if everyone listening to her few radio transmission had no idea about what was going down and she was most certainly in a precarious position and on her own.
"Time's a wasting, Charlotte," he said as he motioned toward the passenger side of the big van.
Charli grabbed her keys from the bike and locked the handle bars. She started to grab her phone from one of her saddle bags when he told her to leave the phone. She put it back, locked the saddle bags, clipped the keys to her duty belt and walked toward the passenger side of the van.
The man followed Charli. She kept her head turned so that she could see him at all times. There was no way she was going to turn her back on this lunatic who had her gun - regardless if he had only placed it in his waistband.
Charli grabbed the passenger door handle and the man said, "Not there, Charlotte. In the back." As he opened the sliding side door to reveal an empty storage area.
"Why the hell do I have to get in the back?"
He smiled that annoying and frightening smile and replied, "Because you're not going to see where I'm keeping her."
She knew this terrible decision she was making was getting worse by the second. Not seeing a way to get around his newest demand, she walked toward the open side door but was stopped before she got inside when he stepped in front of her.
"Now what?" Charli said in a stressed and exasperated voice.
"I'll need all the toys you are carrying on your belt, please," he said nonchalantly.
"You have my gun!" she snapped. "Why do you need the rest of it?"
He pulled the gun out of his waistband and handed it to Charli. "Here. Take it and go. Unless you play by my rules, we don't go and get Ms. Quinn."
Not seeing that she had a choice, she removed the canister of pepper spray from the leather pouch on her duty belt and handed it to the man. He put the gun back in his waistband, grabbed the canister and placed it on the ground at his feet. She next removed the Taser from its holster and handed it over. Finally, he removed the expandable baton, gave it to the man testily, who placed them on the ground next to the pepper spray.
"Happy!" Charli snapped.
"Everything on your duty belt, Charlotte," he ordered.
Exasperated, she pulled the two spare ammunition magazines and handed them over, which he placed on the ground next to the other procured equipment. She detached the portable radio from her helmet mic, pulled the radio from its holder and handed that over. As he placed that on the ground next to the pile of equipment, she pulled out the tourniquet that was secured to the front of the Glock holster, handed that over and then removed the silver Smith & Wesson handcuffs. When he took the cuffs, he grabbed her outstretched and gloved right hand and snapped the cuff around her wrist.
Charli pulled her hand away and took a defensive step back. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?"
"There's no way you are going to see where I am taking you," he said slowly, "and no possible way you will not be secured."
"Fuck you!" she yelled. "No fucking way you're putting me in handcuffs!"
"Fine," he said. "Use your key, unlock that cuff and you can have all your stuff back. I'm growing bored with your games, Charlotte."
Charli closed her eyes, sighed a ragged breath and held her cuffed wrist to the man in front of her. "Fuck you! Fine!"
He grabbed her by the dangling handcuff on her right wrist, slowly turned her around facing away from him, grabbed her glove-covered left hand, pulled it slowly, almost dramatically, back behind her and snapped the cuff around her wrist. Charli instinctively pulled her wrists apart and the cuffs were perfectly applied. She did not think she could slide either of her hands out.
He spun Charli back around to face him by grabbing her left bicep and slowly rotating her toward him. The man then grabbed the keyring secured to her duty belt and pocketed the keys. He reached up and disengaged the chinstrap of the motorcycle helmet and slowly removed the head gear. After placing it on the ground, he removed her Maui Jim Aviators and swapped them for the sunglasses he was wearing.
He grinned at her. "Yours are much nicer..."
With his hand still gripping Charli's left bicep, he helped her into the back of the van. Once she was inside and sitting on the floor, her quickly placed her feet together, slid the tourniquet over her Bella Napa leather boots and tightened the strap stringently around her ankles.
"Is that really fucking necessary?!" she yelled at him. "It's not like I'm going anywhere!"
"Charlotte, I can't have you free to move about as you wish," he said. "I will take you to Ms. Quinn, show you where she is and take us all right back here. Once we arrive here, I will give you all your items back, release you both and I'll be on my way. I'll probably leave your radio, keys and gun on the other side of the building just to ensure that I can escape, of course."
Before she could reply, he slammed the rolling door closed bathing her in darkness. There were no windows and the only light was from a closed sliding viewport and only a small amount of light could be seen around the edges. After less than a minute, the van started to move.
"What the fuck have I gotten myself into?" Charli said to the darkness.
Her heart was thundering in her chest and she tried to keep herself from hyperventilating. She kept telling herself that she had no choice. If she did not do exactly what he had demanded, Phoebe Quinn would most likely die today. She could not think of a reason this guy would want her to accompany him, a question he had specifically not answered, but he obviously had his reasons.
She pulled at the cuffs again, tried to pull her hand out of the secured shackles and quickly realized they were on tight enough to ensure she would not get free without a key. She pulled at her secured ankles, but the lock on the medical strap, which was intended to staunch blood flow from a traumatic wound, would not loosen in the slightest. She knew she was hopelessly bound, but she still had a few tricks up her sleeve if it came to that.
Even though it was very dark in the back of the van, Charli could see enough to know the two rear doors and the sliding door she had entered from, did not have any handles. This vehicle's cargo compartment could only be opened from the outside. So, even if she could walk around and manipulate her hands, she did not have the ability to open a door and try to flag someone down. And flagging down someone might ensure this guy got arrested for her kidnapping, but Phoebe Quinn was as good as dead, if this guy was telling the truth about her predicament.
She could not see her watch, but it felt as if they were driving for well over an hour when the van slowed and began to drive along an uneven road which felt as if it was in serious disrepair or not paved. Addition time went by as they bounced along the uneven terrain. Enough time that Charli was certain they had been traveling for over an hour - an hour was supposed to be the amount of time before Phoebe would die if they did not arrive.
Finally, the van slowed to a stop and the engine cut off. Charli could hear the driver's door open and then slam shut. Less than a minute later, the sliding door opened and the man stood there in the waning daylight, still wearing her sunglasses.
"Did you enjoy yourself, Charlotte?" he asked jovially.
"Let's get this over with," Charli said. "You said she only had an hour. We drove for what felt like double that amount of time!"
He gave her his smug, humorless grin and said, "I exaggerated to get you in gear. In all honesty, we've been driving for well over three hours. She most certainly would have perished if you had delayed me in returning, but we still have time."
Charli scooted herself to the open door. The man reached to her ankles, loosened the tourniquet and slid it up Charli's legs. He helped her get out and onto her feet and then tightened the strap around the area just below her empty duty belt. He grabbed her by the left bicep and led her away from the van.
She could see that they were stopped in a wooded area and a small, yet picturesque, log cabin sat situated several yards behind the van. He led Charli toward the cabin and around the right side of the home.
"What's your game?" she demanded as they walked. "Where are we going?"
"No game, Charlotte," he said. "I'm taking you to Ms. Quinn and then we will be leaving shortly thereafter."
He stopped at an access door angled on the ground to what appeared to be a cellar.
"She's in the basement?" Charli demanded.
"She is," he replied, as he unlocked the cellar access and swung open the door.
Charli could see a stairway leading downward into the dark. He guided her down the stairs which opened into a small, 10x10, room with beautiful hardwood flooring. He turned on the light and she could see the room had only a plush, expensive looking recliner in the far corner. There was a closed door at the far end of the small room. He sat her down in the chair, slid the tourniquet back down around her ankles and tightened it again.
"You stay here," he said. "I'll go fetch Ms. Quinn."
"Were the fuck would I be going?" she snapped.
He smiled his patented smile. "Nowhere, obviously, but I don't want you moving around while I'm getting her."
"Just go get her!"
"Let me make sure your handcuffs are sufficiently tightened," he said, as he bent down behind her and grabbed the handcuffs securing her wrists behind her back.
She heard the ratcheting as he tightened by cuffs down to the point they dug painfully into her wrists.
"God damn it!" she yelled. "That's too damn tight! Loosen them up!"
He stood back up and, still smiling, said, "We'll be right back."
And he opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind him.
"Fuck!" Charli hissed as she tried to adjust her wrists but was greeted with a stabbing pain.
She knew from academy classes and experience, handcuffs applied too tightly could cause nerve damage to a person's hands. As long as he did not keep her cuffed like this for too long, she should be okay, but it still hurt like hell with the steel bands uncomfortably torqued down against her wrist bones.
A minute later, the door opened and he entered carrying something, or someone, wrapped in a tarpaulin over his right shoulder and a black gym bag slung over his left. He dropped the gym bag unceremoniously on the floor and carefully placed the tarpaulin on the floor. He rolled it to face Charli and she saw Phoebe Quinn. Her eyes sunken but wide open in a look that conveyed sheer horror. Only her head was visible, and she was unable to speak due to the heavy, restrictive gag of silver duct tape that was wrapped around the bottom of her face.
Charli took an unconscious intake of breath, but then said, "It's going to be okay, Phoebe. We're getting out of here very soon."
She only moaned a pitiful, mourning whimper and shook her head.
"We most certainly will be getting out of here very soon, Ms. Quinn," he said, "but first I'll need to prepare Charlotte."
"What the hell are you talking about?" she quipped. "Prepare me for what? I'm ready to leave. And loosen these damn cuffs! They're seriously crushing my damn wrists!"
Acting as if he did not hear Charli, the man slowly unwrapped Phoebe. In a few seconds, Charli could see that the former assistant district attorney was naked and tightly wrapped in clear Saran Wrap. Under the plastic, which was wrapped around Phoebe from her shoulders to her ankles, Charli could see black leather straps around Phoebe's ankles, calves, knees, thighs, waist and chest.
"Is that necessary?!" Charli cried. "You know she's not going to give you any trouble!"
Sporting that smile, he picked up the gym bag and dumped the contents on the hardwood floor. Coils of white rope, among other things, spilled onto the floor.
"I don't think she needs any more restraining, asshole!" Charli barked. "Just get us into the van and take us back to Jacksonville."
"The rope isn't for her, Charlotte," he said. "It's for you."
Charli froze for several seconds, then said, "I can't give you any trouble with the handcuffs - which are too fucking tight! - and the tourniquet! Why would you need all that damn rope?!?"
The man closed on Charli, reached down, unbuttoned the top button on her uniform shirt and began unzipping the shirt open.
"What the fuck are you doing!?" Charli yelled.
The man pulled the Velcro shoulder straps on her body armor and then the chest straps. Then he pulled the front panel of Kevlar from inside Charli's uniform shirt. He reached behind her, grabbed the top of the rear panel and pull that clear of her shirt as well.
"What the fuck do you need my body armor for?" she snapped angrily. "Not like I can hurt you with it or escape using it!"
After admiring her bosom-covered sports bra, he zipped her uniform shirt closed and said, "It'll just get in the way."
He then grabbed her by the tourniquet around her ankles and roughly pulled her from the recliner and onto the hardwood floor. She grunted in pain as she hit the floor and the pain in her wrists exploded. He rolled her onto her stomach and straddled her by sitting on her upper thighs. He grabbed a piece of white rope and began tightly wrapping it around Charli's elbows. She tried to flair her elbows outward, but was unable to prevent him from securing the rope to the point her elbows were touching behind her back.
Through gritted teeth, Charli stammered, "This isn't necessary!"
After he tied off the elbow binding, he grabbed another coil of rope and began to wrap it tightly around the area below her knees, just above the top of her black leather boots. When he was done cinching the rope binding her knees painfully together, he removed the tourniquet from around Charli's ankles and began wrapping that same area with a coil of the white rope.
Charli had stopped yelling at the man because of his lack of responding and tried to find a position where her wrists did not feel as if the bones were grinding to fragments under the steel bands. She turned her head and was looking into the face of Phoebe Quinn.
Phoebe was weeping. The sorrowful look in her eyes was painful for Charli to look at. They stared at each other while the man finished binding Charli's ankles tightly together. When he was finished with the ankles, Phoebe closed her eyes slowly and shook her head sluggishly side to side.
"We're gonna be okay, Phoebe," Charli said. "Don't worry. We're gonna get out of this. You and me together."
Then she looked back toward the man working on her ankle binding and said, "Can we please end this? You got what you want! It's time to go now!"
The man stood up and looked down at Charli. The ever-present smile was now even more creepy than before. He squatted next to her head, blocking Charli's view of Phoebe, and shoved a large sponge into Charli's mouth. Once it had completely filled her entire oral cavity, he began to wrap duct tape over her mouth and around the back of her lower face. He lifted the back of her French braid so that the tape was flat against the back of her neck. After he wound it ten times, he tore it from the roll and smoothed it out over her mouth.
He said, "You are correct, it's time to go, but I must tell you, Charlotte. I did mention, after we arrived here, that I did somewhat exaggerate, possibly embellish, the time frame of Ms. Quinn's possible impending demise..."
Unable to speak, Charli could only look at her tormentor.
"I wasn't embellishing when I told you I was growing tired of Ms. Quinn," he continued. "Her Aphrodite-like beauty has somewhat diminished over time, possibly because of hard living, and I needed a change. You, Charlotte, will be taking Ms. Quinn's place."
Charli's eye flew open and the yelled into the gag but her words were unintelligible.
He shook his head slowly. "Please, Charlotte, you knew. Deep down inside, you knew this was going to happen. You knew you were trading yourself for Ms. Quinn. In fact, I think that you actually wanted this to happen. You wanted me to take you. You wanted to be my helpless captive. Powerless to stop anything that I want to do with you."
Charli shook her head angrily.
He laughed and said, "There's no way you didn't know that when you submitted to me and allowed me to put your handcuffs on you - securing your hands behind your back - that this was for keeps! Even Ms. Quinn admitted to me she knew her fate as soon as she allowed me to bind her hands when I gave her the offer that she couldn't refuse! The lady she replaced was a former prostitute that Ms. Quinn had rehabilitated and turned into a productive member of society and a successful entrepreneur. I had acquired her almost five years ago, and when I gave Ms. Quinn the same ultimatum I gave you, she knew she was destined to be my property. Now, it's your turn."
He grabbed Charli by her bound ankles and dragged her to the door. He opened it and dragged her into the room beyond. It was a dark, wide-open area - possibly the entirety of the structure above - with bondage implements hanging from the walls and ceiling. Chains and other items dangled from the rafters and there were serval pieces of equipment strewn about the area - such as St Andrews Cross, a bare bed with chains and shackles secured to the head and footboards and several padded benches and tables.
He dragged Charli to the far wall and released her ankles. He grabbed a silver steel collar that was attached to a two-foot chain and secured it around her neck. It was extremely tight but did not restrict her ability to breathe enough to be in danger of asphyxiating her. He locked it in place with a padlock. The chain attached to the collar was bolted into the cinderblock wall.
To make a point, he pulled the chain roughly from the wall, and it did not give in the slightest.
"As you can see, Charlotte, you will not be going anywhere anytime soon."
She cursed at him through the gag.
"I also embellished about bringing her back home," he said slowly and deliberately.
Charli stopped yelling into the restrictive gag and listened intently.
"I was one-hundred percent truthful when I said I had grown bored with Ms. Quinn," he continued, "but this is where her story ends. Unfortunately, she knows this because she knows what I did with the young lady she replaced. Unfortunately, she discovered my true intentions when she was already, shall we say, committed. Past the point of no return. She had truly thought I was sincere when I said I would release the woman, but she learned I'm hardly ever sincere..."
Understanding what he was getting at, Charli began to shake her head and beg him not to do what she was sure he was saying he was going to do.
He lovingly rubbed her ass over the skin-tight leather and aramid fabric bike pants and then stood. "If you'll excuse me, Charlotte. I'm going to dispose of Ms. Quinn. It'll take a few hours, but when I return, we are going to have so much fun together."
Without another word, he turned around, walked across the large open room and disappeared through the door at the far end.
Charli was frozen in shock. She kept thinking about Phoebe's eyes, her expressions, her actions...Phoebe knew that she was going to die and Charli was her replacement.
Then Charli wondered if the man was right. Did she want this to happen? Did she know it was going to happen? At first, she dismissed the idea but then quickly thought it might not be that farfetched. She was obsessed with Phoebe and her disappearance. The case had almost destroyed her. Was there a part of her that wanted to endure what she had to endure over the past two years?
Shaking her head to clear the swirling thoughts and emotions, Charli knew that regardless of her fucked up decisions or her insane subconscious mind, she had to get free immediately if she had any chance of saving Phoebe Quinn...and herself.
She pulled her hands upward above her duty belt, and then wiggled her right thumb and index finger between the duty belt and the underbelt that went around her waist through the loops in the tight motorcycle pants. The duty belt was secured to the underbelt by four thin leather straps called keepers. This ensured the duty belt would not move around while an officer was conducting business during their shift. This also ensured that there was very little space between the two belts.
Charli felt around for the small sleeve she had on the inside of the duty belt. With the thin leather gloves she was wearing, she was having a difficult time feeling for what she was looking for. In this hidden sleeve on the inside of the thick leather belt, Charli kept a hidden handcuff key. She did this after losing her only handcuff key when she worked in patrol years prior, and she was forced to call for assistance to release someone she had detained and cuffed. She decided she needed to always keep a second key on her person. Never did she believe she would be using this key to get herself out of her own handcuffs during a life-or-death situation.
Unfortunately, she had never practiced getting the key located and removed while wearing her riding gloves and handcuffed, and the situation was proving exceedingly difficult. She dragged her index finger around the area near the small of her back when she finally thought she felt an indentation on the smooth surface.
She played with it until she felt the sharp point of the back of the small key. She manipulated her thumb and finger until she was certain she had a decent grip on the object. Then she slid it free and pulled it clear of the belt.
Charli looked back and did indeed see she was pinching a handcuff key between her thumb and finger. She also saw that the keyhole on the cuff of her left hand was not visible, therefore, she knew the keyhole was on the other side of the cuff nearest to where the single strand bow enters the double strand body.
She did her best to ignore the searing agony in her wrists with every movement, realizing if she dropped the key, she might not be able to locate it again. Charli angled the key to the finger side and felt along the surface with the end of the key. After eight excruciating minutes, which felt like an hour, the key popped into the keyhole.
Not getting overly excited, Charli turned the key toward the body of the cuff and it popped open. Instant relief flooded her as the pain in her left wrist abruptly ceased. She plucked the key with her now free left hand and unlocked the other cuff freeing her hands completely from the steel restraint. She shoved the key into the glove on her right hand, figuring she might need it again soon.
She still had another trick up her sleeve. The elbow tie made it still impossible for her to move her arms from behind her body, but she did have more mobility. Charli bent her feet back toward her ass and shoved her right hand in between her calves, just below the rope and above her boots. She reached into the boot and grabbed the Benchmade Claymore folding knife that she routinely kept secured to the inside of her riding boot. Like the hidden key, this knife was hidden away, used as a tool like most motor officers carried, but now she was using it to free herself from a madman.
She opened the knife with the press of a button, spun the knife around in her hand and began cutting at the rope around her calves. Within two minutes, she had sawed through the cord and was working on the rope around her ankles. Ninety seconds later, her legs were free from the ropes.
Flipping the knife around again, Charli tried to reach the rope that bound her elbows together, but the four-inch blade would not reach the binding.
"Fuck!" Charli cussed in frustration.
She then started to shimmy her arms up and down in an attempt to make the rope slide down her arms toward her hands. It took ten excruciatingly long minutes, but the rope finally slid downward enough to where the blade could barely reach. Five minutes of cutting and her elbows and arms were as free as her legs.
Charli sat up, spun around and faced the wall. She pulled on the chain that was bolted into the cinderblock. She placed both of her feet against the wall and pushed with all her strength. The steel collar around her neck did not give in the slightest, and the bolts holding the chain and attached U-joint plate in the wall held strong.
She took off her left glove and felt around the collar and padlock. She tried to use the handcuff key, but it did not fit. Putting the glove back on, she tried to wedge the knife between the cinderblock and the bolted-on U-joint, but only the tip was able to get inside the sliver of a gap between the two. She pounded on the back of the knife handle, in an attempt to drive it between the wall and U-joint but made no progress. She pulled downward on the knife, trying to use enough leverage and pry the bolts loose, when the knife blade snapped off the handle with a loud clang and flew over Charli's head.
She looked back and saw where the blade had landed. She stretched for it, but the short, two-foot chain did not allow her to get far enough away from the wall to reach it. She spun around and tried to reach the broken off blade with her booted feet, but they too were too far to touch it as well.
Charli screamed in frustration. She spun around again to face the wall, planted her feet and began to push yet again, but only to get the same result. The U-joint attaching the chain to the wall was securely fastened, and unless she had a drill, she was not going to get it free from the wall. That thought did not deter her as she continued to pull at the chain and push herself with her feet against the wall.
After twenty minutes of trying to force the chain from the wall, Charli finally stopped. She was drenched in sweat and her labored breathing through her nose was getting difficult. She thought about peeling the tape away from her mouth and removing the gag, but thought of another idea that might help her get free. Pushing the removal of the gag to the back burner, she decided to remove her duty belt to ascertain if anything on the belt could help in freeing her from the chain.
It only took a minute to get the belt removed from her waist, but the inspection provided nothing that would get the chain detached from the wall. She tried to slide the thick plastic of her holster between the wall and U-joint, but it was laughably fruitless. She hung her head in defeat and did her best to fight off the tears that had started to well in her eyes.
Tears not just for her predicament but knowing that Phoebe Quinn was most likely as good as dead. Like during her time investigating Phoebe's disappearance, Charli felt as if she had completely failed the woman, and her failure resulted in her intense suffering, unspeakable pain and, now, ultimately her passing. Fighting the anxiety and crushing depression that was weighing down on her, Charli shook her head angrily and screamed into the gag.
She peeled off her soaking wet gloves and started to peel away the tape around her lower face but stopped just as she found the end of the tape and began pulling it away. A thought popped into her head. Knowing that she would not be able to detach the chain from the wall or the collar from around her neck, she had to make her captor believe she was still helpless. If she had known the outcome of her endeavors, she would have pretended to be cuffed and lie in wait for him to get close enough that she would have been able to stab him with her knife, but with the blade broken and out of reach, that was a non-starter.
But she still believed she could make him think she was powerless but still maintain the ability to escape if the situation presented itself. She might not be able to rescue Phoebe, but she sure as hell could enact some revenge for her and any other victims of this monster.
Charli put her duty belt back on her waist and secured it with the keepers - just as it was when he had left her. Then she put her gloves back on and hid the handcuff key deep in her right glove, but it was not deep enough that she would not be able to retrieve it when she wanted it. Next, she picked up the handcuffs and snapped one of the bracelets around her left wrist. She moved her hands behind her back, slotted her right wrist into the open cuff - thought seriously about her course of action - and the ratchetted the cuff tightly around her right wrist.
This way - hopefully - he would think she was able to use the hidden knife to get free of the ropes but could not free herself from the cuffs and collar. Not knowing if this would work in deceiving him, she wanted to make it as plausible to him as possible. So, after cursing into the gag again, she tightened both cuffs painful around her wrists - just as tight as he had put them on her previously.
With nothing left to do, Charli waited for his impending return. She sat with her back against the wall, looking across the room at the closed door. After what seemed like an hour at least, she rolled onto her side, with her back still against the wall, and closed her eyes. Thinking there was no possibility of her falling asleep was the last conscious thought she had before sleep overwhelmed her.
The sound of the door opening woke Charli. She saw the man had entered and was walking toward her slowly as he surveyed the sight before him. She sat up and put her back against the wall. He whistled a low sound as he stopped, crouched down and picked up the broken folding knife blade from the floor approximately eight feet from where Charli sat. watching.
"I needed to check you better, Charlotte," he said. "That knife could've caused me some problems. I'm usually better than that, but I'm guessing I was so excited about getting rid of the old and playing around with the new, that I let that slip past me."
Charli only looked at him and remained quiet and still.
He stood up. "Lay on your belly so I can see your hands please."
Charli did as instructed. She maneuvered herself onto her chest and looked at the man. He took several steps toward her, looking at her cuffed wrists. When he was sure they were still secured to Charli, he approached her, squatted next to her and inspected the restraints. He put his finger around the bindings, saw they were still painfully snug and nodded.
"You had a blade but not a key, huh?" he asked mockingly. "Not like a key would've helped. No way you're getting free from that collar without a key for the lock. Those bolts go all the way through to the other side of the cinderblock wall and are secured with hex nuts. The only way you get yourself free from this is with a blow torch, Charlotte."
He removed a key from his pocket and unlocked the collar from around her neck. He grabbed her by her right bicep and pulled her up until she was standing next to him. He spun her around slowly and admired he's newest captive.
"Damn, Charlotte," she said in a voice dripping with excitement, "you look so sexy in that uniform."
He unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, unzipped it down and pulled the shirt open to expose her sports bra. He pulled a knife from his pocket - one much cheaper that the one she had kept hidden in her boot - cut away the bra, tossing it aside and admired her bare breasts."
"Like I imagined," he said get even more excited. "Not enormous but definitely big enough for me!"
He pulled at the tape around her lower face and began to peel it off. Within a few minutes, it was piled on the floor with all the rope and he pulled the sponge from her mouth.
"Where's Phoebe?" Charli demanded. "What did you do to her?"
"Are you thirsty, Charlotte?"
"Where the fuck is Phoebe?!?"
He smiled. "She's gone now. Gone and she can't bother us as we play my favorite games with you from now on."
"You sick son of a bitch!" she yelled in a scratchy voice. "You're going to pay for this!"
Lightning fast, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the cinderblock wall. She could not breathe as he lifted her up onto her toes. He pressed his body against hers, so she could not kick or knee him.
He leaned in nose to nose with her, and hissed, "You're going to start showing me much more respect, Charlotte! Your very life depends on it! Do I make myself abundantly clear?"
Unable to take a breath, and pinned up against the wall, Charli could only nod her head slightly up and down in his iron grip. He held her fast for several long seconds, then slowly loosened his grip. She was able to take a breath, but he then slammed her back against the wall. The back of her head impacted with the cinderblocks and she almost blacked out.
With a grunt, he threw her to the floor and she crashed onto her side. He pulled both of her boots off and tossed them to the side. Next, he removed her socks and dropped them to the floor. He stood up and grabbed a coil of white rope that hung from a nearby peg. He squatted placed her ankles together and tight bound them with the cord. He cinched it extremely tight and ensured the knot was in front of her ankles so her cuffed hands could not reach it.
He rolled Charli onto her back, pulled her Glock service pistol from his waistband and forced it slowly into her mouth.
"Suck on it, whore!" he ordered. "Practice on it like you're going to do to my dick in a few minutes."
Charli was still out of it from the blow to the back of her head, but she heard him and knew what was happening when the pistol barrel entered her mouth. She could taste the steel, plastic and gun oil as it pushed deeper into her open mouth.
"Wrap your fucking lips around it, you slut!" he ordered.
Charli complied as he began to methodically move the weapon in and out of her mouth. She could see that his finger was on the trigger, and she knew with only four pounds of a trigger pull, he would blow the back of her head out.
She was drooling out of the side of her mouth and could see her spittle drenching the barrel of the Glock 19 as she sucked on it. She looked from the pistol to the man and his grin was maniacal. His eyes were boring into hers as he panted in excitement. Finally, he pulled the handgun from her mouth and her saliva dripped back onto her face.
With his left hand, he forced Charli to her knees. Then he unzipped his jeans, pulled out his engorged cock, placed it in front of her and put the still dripping gun to her temple.
"You will suck my dick, like you've waited your entire life to suck my dick," he ordered slowly. "I want you into it like it's what you have craved for all these years! If you do this half-hearted, or, god forbid, you try to bite me, I will splatter your brains against the wall and call it a day. Do I make myself crystal clear?!?"
Before she could even answer, he shoved his dick violently into her mouth and pressed the pistol barrel even harder into her temple. With his free hand, he roughly grabbed her French braid and forced her face forward as he thrust into her mouth.
Taking this psychopath at his word, she did her damnedest to ensure she was pleasing him. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cock, used her tongue to rub the head and bottom of his shaft and took it down her throat as far as it would go. She tried not to gag, but that was an impossibility, but she ignored it and kept trying to suck off the man.
She could feel him getting thicker in her mouth, and knew he was getting close, when he abruptly pulled out and popped her hard on the side of the head with the butt of the pistol.
Charli collapsed to the floor in a heap, as he roughly rolled her over and pulled her backside upward. He placed the pistol on the floor, reached around her and undid her belt. Then he unfastened her tight leather blend motorcycle pants and forced them down to below her knees. With Charli's face resting on the floor and her ass in the air, he grabbed her by both hips and angrily entered her pussy from the rear.
"You're such a fucking whore, Charlotte!" he hissed. "You're soaking fucking wet! You're loving every second of this, you disgusting tramp!"
Charli was only half-conscious at this point, but she was sure she was not aroused in the slightest, nor was she wet in her privates. The only reason he was not tearing her up was because his dick had been thoroughly lubed with her saliva and his pre-cum.
He angrily thrusted repeatedly into her for several minutes and then pulled out, repositioned his dick to her ass and entered her anally. This surprise action dusted the cobwebs from Charli's beaten head and she found herself much more conscious than before. She tried to pull away, but he had such a tight, painful grip on her hips, that she could not squirm away.
In a quick motion, he released her hips and grabbed her French braid with his right hand and her cuffed wrists with his left. He pulled her hard and fast back onto his dick as he thrusted furiously into her ass.
Her sphincter was on fire. Her wrists felt like they were about to shatter. Her head was pulled so far back she found it hard to take a breath. Just when she thought that she had to get the hidden handcuff key from her glove and get free because she could not last much longer receiving this type of punishment, he bellowed loudly and released his seed deep into her rectum.
Before he even finished ejaculating into her, he pulled out and stood up. Never releasing her hair or secured wrists, he spun her violently and threw her into the cinderblock wall. Charli's left shoulder was the first thing to impact the ungiving barrier followed by the side of her head. She was unconscious before her bound and tortured body crumpled to the cold floor.
After he zipped up his jeans, he dragged her unmoving body to the collar chained to the wall and locked it around her neck. He looked around, saw her shredded sports bra, picked it up and shoved it into her mouth. He then used her two socks to cleave the torn apart brassier into her mouth tightly.
He looked at her and smiled that sinister grin and reveled in what he saw. His newest toy, her uniform shirt open and pulled over her shoulders, exposing her breasts. Hands cuffed so tightly behind her back that he could see the indentations in her skin and the bruising on her wrists. The black gloves still on her hands looked sexy for some reason. Her skin-tight leather and aramid fabric pants pulled down below her knees, ankles brutally bound tight with white rope and his cum dripping from her ass. Her face was starting to swell from the several strikes he had landed, and her cheeks budged from the impromptu gag her had put on her.
He had two thoughts as he left the basement, locked the access door and entered his cabin. His first thought was that he would do more to her as soon as he could get hard again, because he was ridiculously turned on right now about his newest acquisition. His second thought was he needed to try and calm himself down because at this rate, he did not think Charlotte Bellamy would last nearly as long as Phoebe Quinn - maybe not even last through this weekend...
|
[
"police",
"abduction",
"kidnap",
"bondage",
"handcuffs",
"forced",
"non-consensual",
"bdsm",
"reluctant",
"chains"
] |
She Never Expected to Get Caught
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/she-never-expected-to-get-caught
| 4.49 | null |
Loving Wives
|
I waited until the kids were asleep. My hands couldn't stop shaking, so I did the dishes just to keep them busy. She walked in halfway through -- hair damp from a shower, loose shirt, no bra - nipples poking against the thin almost translucent fabric, that casual intimacy that used to make my chest ache with love. Now it just made me feel sick.
She stood at the fridge and opened a bottle of wine. Poured one glass. Just hers.
"Want any?" she asked without looking.
"No," I said. "Sit down." Gesturing with my free hand, the double pour of Bookers in the other.
She turned, sensing it. That tone in my voice. That absence of affection, only transactional.
"What's wrong?" she asked. Not concerned -- cautious. Like she already knew.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and dropped it on the counter. The screen was still lit. Her text thread with Matt was open.
Her face drained. No confusion. No attempt to deny. Her mouth parted slightly like she was about to say something, but the words didn't arrive.
"How long?" I asked.
She pulled out a chair slowly, sat down across from me, and stared at the floor.
"It was one night," she said.
"Bullshit."
"I swear--"
I interrupted, reading particularly selected texts back to her:
"'I can't wait to feel you inside me again. Feeling you run down the inside of my leg when he came home last week gave me such a rush.'"
"I read everything," I said, my voice deeper, more condemning. "I know what he did to you... what you did to him... for him... that you never did for me. I know where. I know how many times. How many times you called him Daddy, and he called you his whore while I was in a hotel three time zones away, sleep deprived and just wanting you, trying to talk, trying to be intimate in any way possible, but you were 'just too tired.'"
She closed her eyes. Her lip quivered. I wanted to slap the wine glass off the table but didn't. Although the idea of the shattering glass and her momentary fear would have given me some solace, I knew it was fleeting. I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw my flesh from my body just to be someone else that this wasn't happening to. I wanted to make her fear equal to the pain I felt, but I didn't. Instead, I leaned forward, elbows on the table, and spoke like I was reading a eulogy.
"In our kitchen, Emma. Where I taught our daughter to make pancakes. Where I held you while you cried after your father died. You bent over that island and let him treat you like a toy. And then you wiped down the counter and made our kids dinner like nothing ever happened."
Her eyes snapped up then. Defensive now. Angry.
"I needed something. I needed to feel alive again. You haven't touched me in months. You barely even look at me unless it's about groceries or who's picking up who from school."
"You haven't let me touch you in months! And thank God, knowing what I know now!" I retorted, my voice assertive but still calm. "Every time I tried you were either too tired, not in the mood, going out later, some... any God damned excuse! And now you want to be the victim? Go fuck yourself! Oh wait, you fucked Matt instead!" I said, more aggressively than I meant to. "That's your solution? That's your grand rediscovery of self?"
"You were gone!" she shouted. "You've been gone!"
"And you kept me gone even when I was here," I said, now calm and with a sense of finality.
I stood. So did she. The chairs scraping in unison against the tile floor. We were two feet apart now, years of resentment coiled between us like a lit fuse.
"I was raising our kids," I said. "I was providing for you and keeping this house from falling apart while you posted curated smiles on Instagram and forgot how to talk to me unless it was through sighs and sarcasm."
She crossed her arms and looked away. I stepped in closer, voice low again.
"Did you even think about what it would do to me? To the kids? Or were you just so desperate to feel wanted that nothing else mattered?"
She didn't respond. Just stood there, chin trembling, eyes wet.
"I hope it was worth it," I said finally. "Because you just torched everything. I don't care what I walk away with from this, just so long as you suffer. Your reputation, your mother's respect, your perfect image. I'm taking it all."
With that, I left the room. I didn't slam the door. I didn't cry. I went upstairs and packed a bag, each item going into the bag, giving me clarity. That night, I slept on the daybed in the upstairs loft
In the morning, I texted the screenshots of her conversation to her mother, then Matt's wife, and finally my lawyer.
---- Aftermath----
Life was tense for the next few weeks. I paid maintenance for Emma's apartment while we began the divorce proceedings. I figured a judge would look favorably upon me for not just burning her outright.
The kids understood what was going on. As teenagers, they were old enough to know why their parents wouldn't be living together. They took it surprisingly well, at least on the surface, having several friends with divorced parents. The real challenge, for me at least, came as the court proceedings began.
After the initial discovery phase, the judge required counseling to determine if our marriage could be saved. Living in South Carolina, judges tend to focus on their views toward morality first and being neutral arbiters second.
Our first appointment was on Tuesday afternoon in October. The view from Dr. Levin's second-floor office was a steel grey punctuated by pine trees and the occasional hardwood clinging to its last few leaves. We sat on opposite ends of the beige couch like clients in a waiting room, not spouses. Emma crossed her legs, arms folded tight against her chest. I mirrored her without meaning to. Even now, even after everything, part of me was still syncing with her body language like some pathetic echo.
Dr. Levin was a soft-spoken, middle-aged man, glasses perched halfway down his nose. He had the tired eyes of a man who'd seen too many couples try to salvage something that had already burned.
"This is not about blame," he said, gently. "This is about understanding what happened, so we can decide how to move forward -- whether together or separately."
"Separately," I said immediately. "There's no decision."
Emma didn't flinch. That stung more than it should've.
Dr. Levin nodded, scribbled something, and then asked her, "Emma, when did things begin to break down for you emotionally? Not physically. Emotionally."
She didn't hesitate. "Two years ago."
I blinked. "Two years?"
She looked over at me, not apologetically -- just flatly. "I started resenting you around then. You'd come home late. You'd zone out during dinner. Everything became about logistics. You stopped seeing me. I was just a function -- a mom, a scheduler, a bed partner when it was convenient."
"I was working," I said, stunned. "For us."
"You were building a life you thought we were supposed to want. But you never once asked me if I was still happy. You just assumed I was fine."
"I did ask you!" I snapped. "You'd just say you were tired, or 'it's fine,' or go on your phone while I was talking. Don't rewrite it like I ignored you."
Dr. Levin held up a hand to cool the tension.
Emma exhaled sharply. Then said, "You want honesty, right? Full honesty?"
"I want you to finally tell the truth," I said.
She turned to the therapist. "The night with Matt... wasn't the first."
A pulse of silence thudded in my ears.
"What?"
She looked me dead in the eyes. No flinch. No tears. "That message wasn't even the worst. You just found that one."
My jaw locked. My hands curled into fists.
Dr. Levin's pen stopped moving.
I swallowed. "How many?"
"Does it matter?"
"How many, Emma?"
She looked down, adjusted a loose thread on her sweater. "Three. Over the course of two years."
I laughed. One bitter, disbelieving puff of air. "Were they all married, or was that just a fun bonus with Matt?"
She didn't answer.
"And what about the stuff you did with them?" I asked, my voice cracking. "You gave them things you never gave me. The stuff you called weird or gross, or said you 'weren't into.' You let them fuck your ass - I never got that! You let them cum on your face - you always said it was degrading. You never even let me finish in your mouth but all of a sudden these ass holes are worthy? And you're doing it in our house? In our bed?"
Emma finally looked up. "Because I didn't care how they saw me."
That hit harder than anything else.
"I didn't have to protect an image with them. I didn't have to worry about being a 'good wife' or what they'd think of me in the morning. I could be selfish. With you... I couldn't."
I sat back, stunned. Hollow.
"So I was just a transaction... but with them, you could be honest? Me... your husband, a God damned benchmark? Do you have any idea how fucked up that is?" My voice now hollow with disbelief, a dam holding back the anger, tears, and disbelief.
"You saw me as your partner, your teammate. Which sounds nice," she added, "but it also meant I stopped feeling like a woman. I felt... monitored. Praised when I played the role right. Punished with silence when I didn't."
I stared at her, mouth dry. "So you wanted to feel like a slut?"
She didn't blink. "Yes. And I didn't want to feel ashamed about it."
The therapist scribbled something, said something forgettable. I wasn't listening.
Everything I thought was sacred -- intimacy, boundaries, what was ours -- had been loaned out like it meant nothing. She hadn't just cheated on me. She'd found some piece of herself she never let me near. And then shared it with strangers.
There was nothing left to salvage. No image of her I could keep. Not the woman I married. Not the mother of my children. Just a stranger who'd lived next to me for years wearing her face.
As we left the session, she touched my arm lightly.
"You asked for the truth," she said. "I gave it to you."
I shook her off.
"You didn't give me anything," I said. "You just kept taking."
---- Divorce ----
Following counseling, Dr. Levin found our marriage to be at its end. The divorce was finalized in late April, six months after the counseling session that had quietly demolished whatever was left of us. The judge gave me joint legal custody and primary physical custody of the kids. I kept the house. She got the car she wanted, a modest alimony check, and visitation rights every other weekend. It wasn't a clean win. But it was more than I expected - my lawyer showed the court the screenshots which I'm sure helped. The ones with the dates. The timestamps. The things she wrote about what she liked and when. There was no coming back from those.
Emma barely looked at me during the proceedings. When she did, it was with a flat expression -- not regret, not rage. Just... vacancy. Like she'd been hollowed out and was trying to remember how to pretend otherwise.
Her spiral didn't make headlines, but it didn't stay secret either. She lost three of her closest friends, including Rachel, who moved back to Connecticut with her son and didn't tell Emma until she'd crossed the state line. Emma's mother, the ever-judging matriarch, stopped coming over unannounced. Emma called her a hypocrite. Her mother called her "reckless" and "vulgar." She was too proper to use the term "slut" or "whore."
Word spread. A town like ours isn't cruel, but it's observant. Whispers took root in PTA meetings and charity circles. Suddenly, Emma was no longer the well-dressed, wine-paired suburban goddess people admired. She was the cautionary tale. The one who slept with her friend's husband and then tried to rebuild a life from rubble while clinging to designer handbags and unstable men.
I kept my distance.
I told myself I was doing fine. I smiled when the kids were around. I hit the gym more, kept the house clean, learned how to cook more than pasta and Trader Joe's freezer meals. But behind closed doors, I drank too much. Not drunk-dialing levels. Just steady, quiet self-sabotage. Whiskey mostly. Sometimes rum. Never beer. Beer felt too recreational. I wasn't having fun.
Nights without the kids were the worst. The silence wasn't peaceful. It was accusing. So I filled it with noise -- music, podcasts, people I had no business sleeping with. There were a few -- Tinder, Bumble, late-night bar connections. Some were single moms, others were just... bored women in their thirties and forties who didn't want names, only validation. One STD scare forced the need to start using condoms which significantly reduced any fleeting pleasure.
I didn't tell them much. They didn't ask. We had unremarkable sex in dark bedrooms, whispered about our kids or jobs or regrets, then parted like transactions. No mess. No trace. No judgment.
Still, every morning after, I felt like a man crawling out of a hole only to fall into a deeper one.
It was at a birthday party -- my daughter's friend Mila turned seven -- when I saw her again. Jenna. Mila's mom. Emma used to know her tangentially. They volunteered together for a school fundraiser the year before the fallout. I remembered Jenna being quiet. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes. That sort of graceful beauty that didn't need to announce itself. The type that didn't flirt -- she simply was.
"Hey," she said, handing out cupcakes. "You're Sadie's dad, right?"
"Yeah. Michael," I said. "You're Mila's mom?"
She smiled. "Jenna."
There was a pause. I expected her to glance around, maybe keep things light. But she looked directly at me. No pity. No smirk. Just... recognition.
"I heard," she said. "I mean -- not all the details. Just enough."
I chuckled, dry. "That makes two of us."
Jenna tilted her head. "That was cold."
"I've had time to workshop it," I replied.
We talked for twenty minutes while our daughters ran around the backyard. It wasn't flirtatious -- not at first. Just real. Unfiltered in a way that felt dangerous and comforting all at once.
At one point, I asked, "You still talk to Emma?"
Jenna gave a short, dry laugh. "No. I stopped after the fundraiser. Before it all came out. She never said thank you. Just criticized the decorations and took credit for everything."
I laughed. "Sounds about right."
She handed me a juice box from the cooler. "You doing okay?"
"No," I said, then surprised myself. "But I think I'm getting there."
---- The First Night ----
It started two weeks later. Jenna invited me and the kids over for a movie night with her daughter. Normal enough. The girls watched Encanto for the hundredth time, and we sat on opposite sides of her sectional, exchanging dry commentary and quiet smiles.
After the girls passed out, we cleaned up. I stayed behind to help. She poured wine. I took whiskey. I didn't mean to say what I said, but it slipped out.
"She did things with him she never did with me. She made me feel like the reason was me. Like I didn't earn that part of her."
Jenna looked at me for a long time. Then said, "Maybe it was her shame, not your lack."
Something shifted then. She didn't move toward me, and I didn't pounce, but the distance between us felt charged.
"I'm not fixed," I told her.
She walked around the counter and stood in front of me. "Neither am I."
We kissed. Slow at first. Hesitant. But it broke fast -- her hands were in my hair, my fingers around her waist. There was none of the performance I'd felt with others. Just heat, tension, honesty.
She whispered, "Upstairs."
I followed.
As we climbed the stairs I admired her curves swaying in front of me in her shorts. She was well toned but not overly so. The sex wasn't rough or loud or exhibitionist. It was real. Messy in places. Hungry, but not desperate. Her skin was warm and soft.
Our movements were deliberate and in unison - focused on each other's pleasure. As I rubbed her clit while maintaining the same rhythm I could feel her body start to tense. She arched her back beneath me, and grabbed a pillow to scream into as her orgasm hit. As she came down, I knew I wasn't just a shadow that would be gone in the morning. I felt wanted. For the first time in years, I wasn't pretending to be okay. I wasn't trying to forget. I was just... present.
She rolled out from underneath me and onto all fours, positioning her toned ass directly in front of me. I entered her slowly, knowing she was still sensitive from her orgasm. I reached between her legs and gently squeezed my balls. I knew I wouldn't last long. She told me not to cum inside her, to cum in her mouth. As I pulled out, ready to cum, she quickly rolled over and grabbed my cock. Taking it in her mouth I felt her lips soft but firm around the head of my shaft. She sucked hard and pulled all the cum out of my balls in an instant. It's hard to describe how hard I came. It wasif my brain stopped working momentarily and the world tilted on its axis and then returned to normal leaving me disoriented.
As I came down from the best orgasm of my life she smiled sweetly, remarking that she'd like to help me experience more of the things my ex-wife wouldn't. I leaned down and kissed her lips gently. She lay against my chest, her hair fanned out across my arm, and I expected the usual post-coital silence or polite withdrawal. Instead, she said, "You know, you don't have to earn someone's darkness to be loved by them."
I didn't answer. I just kissed her and we fell asleep.
---- Emma's Decline ----
Emma missed her weekend pickup two weeks later. No call. No text. The kids waited on the porch with backpacks packed, excitement turning to confusion. I made excuses. "She's running late." "Maybe she got stuck in traffic." After an hour, I took them out for ice cream.
That night, she texted at 11:38 PM.
"Sorry. Something came up."
No apology to them. Just the bare minimum, as if checking a box.
Rachel texted me two days later.
"Have you seen Emma lately? She's not okay. Drinking a lot. She's got this guy who's practically moved in -- he's 26. Drives a motorcycle and sells vape pens."
I didn't reply. I didn't need to know.
But part of me still cared. Not romantically. Not even protectively. More like watching someone you once loved slowly disappear into someone else's mistake.
She stopped attending school events. Her calls to the kids became less frequent. Birthdays were awkward. Our daughter asked me why "Mommy always sounds sleepy."
I didn't shield them anymore. I just told them their mom was having a hard time, but we'd always be here.
And we were.
---- New Rhythms ----
Jenna didn't move in. We didn't label things. But she came over more often. The kids loved her. She had a way of folding into the rhythms of our house without forcing anything.
I loved that on evenings when the kids were with their grandparents Jenna gave me all of herself. She gave me all the things Emma never would... all of them. We were honest about our wants and desires and allowed each other the space to explore both ourselves and each other, not just sexually but emotionally as well.
We didn't talk about Emma much. Once, she asked if I ever thought about taking her back.
"No," I said. "Not even the version of her that came before. That version never really let me in."
Jenna nodded. "That's fair."
Sex with Jenna became more than a release. It was where I stopped pretending. Where I let the bruises show. She didn't need me to be fixed. She didn't want me shiny. She wanted me honest. So I gave her that.
There were still bad nights. Nights where I drank too much, where I almost texted Emma something bitter just to feel heard. But those nights got fewer. And when they came, Jenna didn't try to fix me. She just stayed. Held me if I needed it. Gave me space if I didn't.
And slowly, the wreckage stopped defining me.
---- Emma's Epilogue ----
The last time I saw Emma face-to-face, it was at a parent-teacher conference. She looked thin. Worn. A shadow of herself in designer sunglasses and a forced smile.
When she saw Jenna next to me, her face fell.
We didn't exchange words. Just glances.
Later that night, Jenna said, "Do you think she regrets it?"
I thought about it.
"I think she regrets being caught. But I don't think she ever really wanted what we had. She just didn't know how to leave until she blew it up."
Jenna nodded. Took my hand. "And you?"
"I regret not leaving sooner."
Then she kissed me, slow and certain, like she'd known me longer than she had.
And for the first time in two years, I believed I might be whole again. Not because someone healed me. But because I finally stopped handing my pieces to the wrong person.
TBC...
|
[
"swallowing",
"cheating",
"divorce",
"renewal",
"oral",
"oral sex",
"sex"
] |
Double Devil Day
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/double-devil-day
| 4.57 | null |
Humor & Satire
|
Double Devil Day
"This is my cousin Dante, he'll fill in while I'm gone." The haggard little shoulder angle said, suitcase in hand.
"Where are you going?" asked Kris.
"It's been a rough go. I need a vacation." Said the tired angel, his robes tattered, his halo slouching. "Dante will take good care of you. Fresh out of Seminary."
"He's a devil." Said Kris.
"No. No, he's an angel. See the halo?"
"But, I mean, he still has a tail. A devil's tail. It's pointy."
"He used to be a devil but he's reformed, right Dante?" said the tired little angle.
"Yep. On the straight and narrow. And on my way to a full benefits package." Dante said with a grin.
"The tail...?" Kris asked.
"It's an angels tail." Dante said proudly.
"His wings are safety pinned on." Kris said.
"It's fine. Jiminy Cricket was a bug. Look, you are my final test before full redemption, a 401k, and dental." Dante said.
"Don't I already have a shoulder devil. I haven't seen him in decades, but I don't think I should have two shoulder devils. Isn't that against the rules?" Kris asked lazily.
"Rules? It's your head, mate. You make the rules. And besides, there's no place for an angel like me here today. Good luck." And with a divine puff, the angel was gone.
"Dante. Huh. I never knew you guys had names."
"Did you ever ask?"
"I guess not. Tell me about yourself."
"I'm an angel now, and I'm here to encourage you to make pious choices and lament wickedness and all that. What else do you need to know?"
"Huh." Kris said, taking a long puff on his favorite cigar.
Kris felt another poof and then a pinch on his ear on the other side. It was his long lost first shoulder devil.
"Hey, I'm back. Names Diablo, thanks for asking. I like beaches at sunset and bitches til sunrise!"
"Oh yah!" said Dante, starting a high five before composing himself. "I mean, no. That's bad."
"But seriously" Diablo corrected "there are no beaches in Hell. It's, you know, Hell. But the ladies...turns out there's a special Heaven within Hell for all the sexiest ones." He said. "I had VIP seats at the demons only Cock Gobbling Bukkake Queens Club tonight. This better be important."
"God, I miss the CGBQ Club." Dante sighed before catching himself. "So many lost souls to guide and to the light. Have you thought about reforming? Divine light and stuff. Way better benefits. Better cafateria options." Dante said.
"Nah, I don't want my street cred to drop. And I've got an in with the demon's union. Supervisor gig." Diablo said with a shrug.
"Oh, middle management. Ouch. I'll pray for you." Dante winced.
"What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment. Self-masochism gets me off. Nothing like infinite unpaid overtime to get me hard." Diablo laughed.
Kris smiled a little. "Welcome back." Kris said. Double demon day. So be it.
The little demons made themselves comfortable on his shoulders and Kris leaned back in his chair.
Kris sat on his porch, enjoying the spring sunshine, his well-manicured lawn, a glass of bourbon and a cigar, all indulgences he rarely had the opportunity to enjoy. But today was special. Kris was having a bad day. The worst day of his life, actually.
You see, his life's work was on the verge of being taken away from him. He was born to be a baker, christened by destiny and his parents at birth by name. Krispen Crumb, his loving parents bestowed, a young Dutch immigrant couple. There was nothing explicitly binding about the name itself, but it sounded delicious. It was not the name of a plumber or a lawyer. It was the name of a pastry chef.
And he'd never fought the pull of fate, rather he embraced it enthusiastically chasing his place in pastry history. He'd studied abroad in France, Thailand, England, Japan, Brazil, and apprenticed gifted chefs in the US. He was passionate about his craft and had an unfoulable good nature. His final mentor gave him his personal spatula, admitting that there was nothing left to teach him. He'd retired, leaving his bakery to Kris, encouraging him to let his creativity flourish. And he had.
His mastery of the many nuances of the sweet treats from around the world allowed him to create new flavors. Cakes, pies, donuts, cookies, all dazzling. His most prized creation, though, was his sweet cream recipe, a perfect blend of the richest dairy and a subtle blend of spices he'd gathered from around the globe, Krispen Cream. He guarded it close, the light, perfectly sweet ingredient becoming a part of most of his treats. He quickly grew his bakery locally and within three years he had six bakeries across the country. He even opened three restaurants and was working them up to be 5-star establishments. He was able to afford a lovely house and married a lovely girl.
But then came the lawsuit. A large donut corporation claimed he had infringed on their trademarked name too closely with his Krispen Cream and they wanted to take everything from him. He'd tried to keep his spirit unbroken but the legal fees wore him down, working his shoulder angel ragged. The legal battle raged over the last year. He sold off his restaurants and all but one of his bakeries to remain above water. One month ago, as his funds dwindled, his wife left him for an artisan candle maker. Still, he kept hope that this would end and he'd be able to continue his work. That morning, the courts presented their final decision. He'd lost everything, even his last bakery. He was bankrupt.
He sat in the sun, trying to focus on the pleasant breeze, the flavor notes in the bourbon and the cigar, a life raft in the boiling ocean of his mind, waiting for the storm to calm so that he could plan the next step in his journey. If he could just make it through today he'd be fine, he knew it.
"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing!?" a high voice shrilled like nails on a chalkboard. It was Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery, HOA President of the Silver Oaks Community, a menacing woman in her 40's, slender, blonde, and she had no idea that today was double devil day.
"Oh, she's kinda hot if you can stomach that much plastic and smug." Diablo suggested.
"Poor prideful soul." Dante lamented. "But think of just how many sea turtles she's saved by storing all that extra plastic in her face rather than just letting it be thrown into the ocean. Perhaps there's good in her."
Diablo nodded in agreement. "Like the grinch. The sexy grinch."
"The bylaws are quite clear about tobacco and alcohol use in the front of our homes. It's forbidden. Take that filth to your back yard." she barked, holding up a red binder like it was an unquestionable holy text. He took a deep breath and slowly nodded, trying not to let slip that his good nature was lost at sea.
"But that's not why I've scheduled this appointment." she continued to approach up the steps to his porch, emboldened by his submission, grinning wickedly, baring her perfect teeth. Kris was not notified of any appointments, likely one she'd made with herself.
She was dressed far more formally than necessary for the occasion, tight white blouse with a black pencil skirt with matching black stockings and black heels, like she was attending a funeral. She reached the top of the steps and walked closer to him than necessary. He still didn't stand up.
That's when he noticed Ms. Montgomery had a shoulder angel, dressed identically to Elizabeth but with a halo, and well-kept white wings, and wearing a very amused expression. She also had a shoulder devil, wearing an identical outfit to but a little tighter around the chest, a lot shorter in the skirt, with a tail and little manicured horns. The devil wore an unamused expression, twirling her gum with her finger.
"Praise the Lord." Dante said.
Diablo proceeded to whistle, his eyes bulging out of his head like a Tex Avery cartoon.
Her shoulder angel scowled at them, the devil waved.
Elizabeths position gave Kris a peek of the top of her stockings through the high slit in her tight skirt, sitting on her smooth white thigh. Liz pushed the red binder in front of his face, it's pages well worn, littered with bookmarks and tabs. "The Crumb residence is in clear violation of statute 84.3.27!" she said as she smacked the back of the binder. She paused as though he should know what that meant, still grinning impishly.
Diablo's eyes grew big. "Fuck, not bylaw 84.3.27! Are we going to have to shut down the geriatric drive-thru glory-hole?." He laughed. "How's Nanna going to afford her Werther's Originals?"
Dante smothered a smile shaking his head in shame.
"And the midget Chip'n Dale show in the garage. The 'Little Smokies' are going to be homeless. That's going to be a real shame." Diablo added. "The community is going to suffer for these losses in so many ways."
Kris fought a grin but lost. He noticed Ms. Montgomery's shoulder devil was rolling with laughter as well.
"Uhhg" Liz moaned indignantly and opened the binder, flipping the pages dramatically. She found the incriminating passage. She stabbed at it with her finger as she pushed the pages under his nose, then dropped the sacred binder in his lap.
"There shall be no obscenities or offensive decor posted or placed in the visible front yard or front of any home." She read vigorously and then glared at him as though she'd clearly trapped him.
Kris still didn't say a word. He broke his gaze with her and surveyed his yard. His landscaping was immaculate, he kept his grass trim and green, and not a weed to be found. He looked back at her questioningly.
"That is a beautiful lawn, Kris." Dante commented piously.
"Yep, a very lovely gay lawn. Tell me your gay without telling me your gay..." Diablo taunted.
"I'm not gay." Kris thought.
"Hey, it's okay if you are. Pope says it's aye-okay now. A little sodomite fun in the sun every now and then on a beautiful lawn could really hit the spot." Dante comforted.
"I'm not..." Kris thought but was cut off by Diablo.
"Kris, again, we are figments of your imagination. So...who are you really trying to convince here."
Kris imagined dicks in both Dante and Diablo's hands and they appeared. Dante tossed his dicks aside with a "you rascal" chuckle.
"Nice one, homo." Diablo said. "You sure think a lot about dicks. I guess it's not surprising from a guy who's master work was called Krispen Cream. You know everyone thinks the secret ingredient is your..."
"I'm not gay." Kris said out loud.
Elizabeth cocked any eyebrow "That's not..." then growled at the sky as she stomped off the porch and plucked his lawn ornament out of the ground, a sturdy plastic pink flamingo he'd picked himself and was quite fond of. It had sunglasses. He'd picked it up the day his wife left him. He'd named him Leroy. They were just two cool guys chilling in the sun.
"I'd party with Leroy." Dante confirmed.
Elizabeth climbed back up the steps and dropped the flamingo at his feet, the thin legs falling off.
"This obscenity is offensive to the eye and ruins the aesthetic of this upscale community. We have standards here." She yipped, almost frothing with gleeful spite.
Diablo winced. "She's like a chihuahua. You should punt her off the porch." Diablo suggested then made a whistling sound and then a splat.
Dante shook his head. "Hmm, I bet she just needs a little compassion and maybe a nice biscuit."
Kris looked down at his flamingo, the painted-on sunglasses had a chip now. Then back at Elizabeth. She was leaning in aggressively now, her cleavage finding gravity and almost spilling out of her tight blouse. She wore a black bra and had perky C cups, he guessed, that appeared to be much firmer than she should have had a her age. Probably surgically improved, he decided. It was a pleasant distraction. Still, she snarled at him.
"If you can't understand our standards, then you have no business being here. I know about your business failure, your marriage failure, and now this. Can you even afford this neighborhood anymore? Pathetic. This infraction will cost you a fine of $247. The public intoxication will cost you $768 more. And they are accruing a late penalty of $100 dollars per day that they are delinquent." Her petrified smile somehow grew more wicked than before, tickled by a sense of victory, her personal cloud of smugness suffocating. He had no money.
Diablo shuddered. "She's like an insecure VP pressing me to meet an unreasonable deadline. I'm so aroused right now." Diablo whispered, looking down at his trousers. The devil was dressed like an old-timey Brooklyn gangster, Kris didn't know why. But he did have an exaggerated erection, far disproportionate to his size, straining at his pants, his suspenders stretched. Elizabeth's shoulder devil stared at Diablo with a hungry grin, licking her lips. Even her angel stared down her nose, biting her lip discretely, Kris noticed.
Liz locked her eyes on Kris and her face turned stern again as she stood strait, pulling the busty display away. "I dedicate all my personal time to keeping this neighborhood perfect and rarely have time for myself."
The prude angel on her shoulder caressed Elizabeths face comfortingly, her head shaking sullenly. Poor Ms. Montgomery.
She continued. "For some reason, I'm unable to find a suitable successful, obedient man that can handle my strength and commitments to excellence. You are certainly not that man." Her angel smirked smugly at Kris. Her devil made lewd gestures to Diablo, conveying to Diablo that she'd like him to park his extension in her rear docking bay.
"So, here's my offer." Liz continued. "Pay now, or I start calculating the delinquent fees. After one month, I put a lean on the property. The end." She licked her lips. The excitement of the hunt in her eyes, her prey cornered, all the power was hers.
Kris sighed. He was trapped. He didn't have the money. He didn't have any money.
Psst.
Psst.
Kris looked up. It was Ms. Montgomery's shoulder devil, waving her arms at Dante.
"Hey, Dante, remember me? Lil?." She said with a flirtatious smile.
"What do you want, temptress." Dante asked with a glower.
"Oh, easy there, little fella. I just thought you'd have a harder time forgetting me and this little kitty." Lili said rubbing her hand over her crotch. "Especially after that night at the CGBQ Club. I still don't walk right and it's been, what, three years."
"Nope. I don't recall any such debauchery." Dante said, avoiding her eyes.
"He just finished seminary." Diablo said with a chuckle, poking Kris's earlobe with his clothed erection peskily.
"Oh boy. That explains the costume, I guess. You're an angel now?" Lili said.
"Yep."
"I don't buy it. Do you wanna have some fun?" she said, blowing a kiss at Dante who smiled, holier act melting for a moment.
"We could use some fun today." Diablo said.
"Hey!" Elizabeths angel interrupted. "Don't talk to them. Why do you have to try to seduce every angel you see. And, I don't think that angel is even real. Do you see that safety pin?"
"I know, right? I still think he's cute, Celeste. And the other guy has a huge dick. I've got a good feeling about them." Lili said petting her kitty again.
Diablo stepped in. "Well, hello there. I'm Diablo."
"Lovely to meet you." Lili said with a wink and a wiggle of her curves. "Wanna know a secret?"
"Yes." Diablo said.
"Don't you dare!" Celeste threatened.
Lili continued unphased. "Lizzy girl hasn't been laid in over four years. She was married to a very successful banker but she had to go back to Poland to take care of her mother for a year. The bank fucker couldn't even wait two weeks before finding a cheap piece of ass to replace her with. She stayed in Poland for a whole year until her mother passed away."
Celeste looked sad. "That is true. She's incredibly lonely and struggles with pride. She's very insecure about how she looks and having control in her life. And she has some resentment towards men."
"So...if you're up for some fun, I could tell you how to push her buttons just right. Maybe we all win this afternoon." Lili said, licking her lips.
"No. You can't do that, it's cheating!" Celeste protested.
"What are you going to do? Throw some smug at me? Besides, thoughts and prayers aren't going to bring water to Lizzy's desert. She's getting really creative with her toys as well. Like, even I'm worried for her health."
"I don't like where this is going." Dante cautioned. "I know she looks like a desperate, lonely, middle-aged cougar that you could take out your frustrations on sexually again and again and again and maybe even again. But I'm pretty sure that would be a sin." Dante said cautiously. "And if you sin today, you'll go to Hell and I'm going to lose out on my stock options."
Diablo grinned. "Brilliant, Dante. Kris, I think we could find something cathartic to do with this situation, don't you? Grind some lemonade, if you catch my drift." he suggested with an eyebrow waggle.
Kris contemplated. Then he nodded to Lili, who danced on Liz's shoulder.
"So. What will it be?" Elizabeth pressed.
Coffee. Coffee sounded good, Kris decided.
Appetizer
With one last slow, savory puff on his cigar, gently tapped out his cigar, bent forward and picked up the pieces of his cool, pink, feathered friend. Then he stood up slowly. Liz paused for a moment, as tall as she was, he was still a head taller and had broad shoulders more suited to a blacksmith than a baker. She forgot her facade for a moment as she took him in, towering over her, and for just a moment, battled a mix of fear and excitement.
Lili waved her arms to get his attention, pointing to a spot on Elizabeth's neck just below and behind her ear. Then pantomimed melting.
Kris looked her in the eyes thoughtfully, gently brushed a stray strand of Liz's hair back, then lightly caressed the indicated weak spot before resting his hand on her neck. Then he leaned in slightly and whispered in a low rumble.
"When I was young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy. And the only cure was a cup of coffee."
Elizabeths face softened and Kris felt her melt into his hand, her lips parting softly. She was quite pretty when she wasn't in terrorist mode.
Lili pantomimed an explosion in her crotch, then gave him a thumbs up. Celeste was staring dumb founded, her hands on her hips.
Kris continued. "I can make you a cup of coffee that will be better than any other you've ever had. It's a sensual experience, like drinking the memory of a night of hard-won passion with a forbidden love, one you'd gladly live forever but by nature can only last one... perfect...moment." He slid his fingers up her neck softly, then back to her shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine but she liquified further. Liz found herself breathing a little quicker as well.
"I can make you a cup." He offered.
The spell was cast. Liz forgot why she was there for a moment.
"Yes please." She whispered and slowly nodded yes. He spoke eloquently and his voice was like an echo from a deep well, clear, low, enchanting but distant. It was hypnotic.
"I'll make you a cup."
Celeste was sitting now, flush, fuming.
Diablo grinned "Well done, chef sociopath."
"I think you made the right choice, offering an olive branch. Look how well this turn the other cheek stuff is working." Dante congratulated. "You know what? I'm proud of you. That's right. I'm a proud, real angel that deserves a full pension."
"We're just getting started." Kris said.
Kris opened the door and invited her in with a gesture. He took her back to his kitchen, noticing her hourglass figure, setting the flamingo down on the couch in the living room as they past. Liz sat on a stool at the kitchen island, watching Kris work hungrily.
Kris was a pleasure to watch, clearly a master, and moved through the kitchen like he was dancing, his muscular mass finding grace and rhythm easily.
They returned to the living room, Kris on a chair, Liz on the couch next to Leroy. Kris hadn't lied about the smells and the first sip of the finished coffee was everything he'd promised. She closed her eyes and tried not to let him see how much she enjoyed it.
"How do you like it." Kris asked cooly.
"It's lovely." She said hesitantly. "I think it really is the best coffee I've ever had."
"Please, enjoy it. There is often a sadness associated with finding something so good that you fear you may never have anything so good again. A pinnacle reached. Perhaps, though, that's the beauty of it, what makes the occasion so special. Every cup after this one will be a disappointment but you had the privilege of enjoying this great one." He rumbled slowly, thoughtfully, with no bitterness.
"Psst." Lili said. "It sounds corny, I know, but give her a sincere compliment. She'll buckle."
"Oh, look at you! That sounds lovely. She could really use a confidence boost." Celeste said, offering Lili a high five.
"Yah, tell her that her fake tits look awesome. Then seal the deal with a wet willy." Diablo said. "I call that move the Gentleman's Passport."
"Are you serious?" Celeste chirped?
"Yah. It even worked once. At the drive thru geriatric glory hole." Diablo said reminiscing.
"What? No." Dante said. "You don't understand woman. If I were a demon, which I'm not, I'd call out her insecurity and tell her they are unfounded while still insulting her behavior. But, you know, definitely don't do that."
"Oh, sploosh. Yep, that will do it. Total power play." Lili said. "Devious."
Dante half-heartedly accepted a high five from Diablo.
Kris considered the advice for a few moments. He breathed in deep slowly, setting his coffee on the end table, and then softly spoke.
"She seemed a rack for avarice, gaunt and craving. Many a soul she has brought to endless grief. A fitting beast for breaking." Kris said.
Liz looked up from her coffee, confused.
"You're not very good with compliments, Kris." Dante informed him.
Kris sat back comfortably and continued, not explaining himself.
"Elizabeth, you are a beautiful woman, perhaps one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. Only God himself could craft such a gorgeous creature, slender, long legs, perfect curves, and a smile that men start wars over. A wolf queen. But your insecurities are tragic. The botox, the designer hand bags, the attitude are all like graffiti on a master-worked marble sculpture. Someone tricked you, robbed you, robbed all of us of a Venus."
Liz didn't say anything, her eyes wide in shock, her cheeks flushing. Lili peaked out from under the hem of Liz's pencil skirt. "Oh, yah. Either she really liked that or she pissed her pants on your couch out of spite. Either way, it's a slip-n-slide in there."
Kris smiled slightly, encouraged, keeping eye-contact with Liz.
"Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery, I have a new proposal." Kris said. "Today has been the single worst day of my life. I have a darkness I've never felt before, deeper than I felt possible. I'm fighting demons. I'm glad you came over today. You have a very rare opportunity. I'd like to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked and in ways you've never been fucked. I'd like to unleash my demons on you in a way that makes today the day you mark with fondness and sadness knowing that you'll never experience sex this gorgeously brilliant and terrifyingly intense again in the rest of your mortal days." He boomed, still calm but his volume building in a steady crescendo. Then softly again. "Would you like that?"
Liz sat stunned. Then she carefully sipped the last of her coffee.
"Yes, please."
Kris kept his poker face and didn't let slip just how happy he was to hear that.
"Alright boys. Now what?" Lili asked.
"He's a chef. Everything is a meal with this guy." Diablo said.
"You're going to eat her!?" Celeste screamed and fell to her knees.
"Fuck, that's dark." Lili said.
"No, no way. No cannibalism. Kris is way too picky about his food." Dante reassured. "But, if I were a demon, and I'm not, I'd suggest a five-course fucking with each course progressing deeper into the depths of his plagued little mind until all the black on his soul has been scrubbed clean by the screams of her orgasms." Dante caught himself again, shaken back to his new identity by the breeze on his own massive erection that couldn't be contained by his heavenly garb. "But we should probably enjoy some time singing a hymn together instead. That could be stimulating and basically just as fun, right?" He sighed. "Fuck. I'm going to lose the dental options."
"Wow." Diablo said.
"No way." Celest said, wiping her tears. "It's better than getting eaten but Liz isn't a toy. She's a strong, independent boss bitch."
"Oh, even boss bitches need love. Sometimes tough love." Dante said.
"Alright chef, order up." Lili said.
Kris knew just what to do. He stood up slowly and began to speak again.
First Course
"A gourmet meal service is like a play for the senses, all the senses if it's done correctly. The beautiful visual experience of each plate, the sentimental aroma's building the anticipation for the pallet then to enjoy the flavors and textures of each creation. Every course building to greater and greater pleasure on pleasure."
"I'm going to give you a three-course service like you've never had and will never forget. Appetizer, three plates, then dessert. It will give you more pleasure then you thought possible and you will never find so much pleasure again with anyone else. Ever. That's the price for experiencing perfection. Eternal disappointment."
"Damn." Diablo praised. "I'm going to use that line. Eternal disappointment. Who would ever suspect you put lavender talcum powder on your balls."
Elizabeth found herself nodding 'yes' subtlety.
"No!" Celeste yelled in Elizabeths ear. "Stop this. You tell him that you're the boss then make him lick your toes. Say it. Say I'm the boss."
"Oh, kinky." Diablo said to Celeste. "You are naughty after all."
Kris stepped forward, his strong hand gently found its way to rest on Elizabeth's neck and she found herself leaning into it, a little ache in her groin growing at his low, smooth voice, like a thunderstorm a county over on a quiet night lulling her soul.
"I'm the..." She started but stopped as he rolled his thumb up to her lips. She melted into his hand and instinct took over. She opened her mouth and guided his thumb in with her tongue, gently sucking, spellbound.
"You're a wizard Harry. Erecto Petronus." Diablo congratulated as he watched her overly pouty lips work.
Liz was still surprised by her body's ability to override her determination to be the one in control. But she loved it.
"Oh fuck, that's hot." Lili said. "Now pin her down. She is way turned on by your control and strength. And she could use a little disciplining, don't you think?"
Kris grasped her neck firmer and guided her to the couch cushion with a slurp and a whine as he took his thumb back. She was on her knees now with her chest resting on the couch, arms extended overhead like she was bowing to the broken flamingo pieces, Leroy, her new God. Her ass was in the air stretching her skirt tight, riding up to show her stockings and black panties. His hand caressed the lines of her panties, slowly down her thigh to trace the top of her stockings, taking his time. His left hand still held her to the cushion by her neck, his thumb back in her mouth and she began sucking again.
"The first course will set the mood. To create the crescendo of pleasure, it will be necessary to push your limits. It's important that you know, you are here by choice and you can leave by choice at any time. Do you still want to proceed?"
Elizabeth didn't answer, just pushed her ass back onto his hand. He gave her ass a firm swat. She squealed and turned her face to look at him, still pinned to the cushion.
"I need to hear you say it. I have no interest in forcing you." Kris said.
He started to stand to step away, but she responded in a panic "Yes, yes. I want to proce..." Kris returned to his position and gently buried her face in the cushion again as she finished her plea. She didn't protest as Kris held firm, pulling her skirt up around her waist, swatting her tight ass two more times a little harder, leaving light pink handprints. She squealed again but then relaxed, panting into the couch as he massaged her rosy ass gently. One more swat, one more squeal.
Again and again he slapped her glowing cheeks, massaging between rounds of swats until her squeals were replaced with moans and she relaxed under his hands, no longer writhing with the strikes, but wiggling with anticipation. Kris hummed a verse to her.
"Ah, rosy cheeks, how sweet, how fair,
A blush of life, with death to spare.
They bloom like petals, soft and shy--
Then turn quite pale when mortals die.
For nothing pleases hell's critique,
Like biting wit and blushing cheek."
"Mmm. Poetry again. That get's me..." Celeste started before catching herself, her little hand on her crotch.
"Spanking poetry. Nice." Dante complimented.
She slowly rubbed her glowing ass on his hand to sooth her cheek. He pulled it away and she groaned. He spanked her harder. Then, as she pushed back against his hand again, he traced his fingers over her lacy panties stretched tight over her pussy lips. They were already soaked. He teased her until she squirmed and her body tensed in ecstasy. He swatted her one more time, a little harder than all the rest and it pushed her over the edge. She shook in an orgasm and her legs dropped out from under her. Kris held her up as she screamed into his couch cushion.
Finally she relaxed.
"Second course?" Kris rumbled.
Second Course
"That was a mistake, but we are not our mistakes." Celeste encouraged Liz, trying to pull her out of her pleasure haze. "We can get up and walk right out of here and go find a nice spot to sit in the sun and weave some boondoggle key chains for the church fund raiser. That would be just as gratifying, right?"
"Oh, let her be. She needs this as much as you need it." Lili said, who was now sitting on Kris's shoulder next to Diablo.
Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery was breathing heavy now, softly moaning as Kris massaged the wet spot on her lacey panties. "Yes..yes" she said breathily.
Kris slipped his finger under the slick lace, tracing around her entrance with two fingers.
She groaned in frustration and pushed back against his fingers. But he pulled away and spanked her hard again.
She wiggled her needy ass and moaned. "Yes, please. More." she panted.
"Oh, I know this is hot as hell, but we're not a whore." Celeste chided.
Dante and Diablo both leered hungrily. Lili was sitting between them now, lazily stroking both of the demon cocks while they enjoyed the show Kris was putting on.
Kris caressed her wet lace faster, pushing the slick cloth into her entrance. He swatted her one more time softly, then lifted his hand off her neck and sank his fingers into her pussy while massaging her ass with his other hand. He pulled them out and tasted them. "Hmm. Slightly tangy but surprisingly sweet. Like honey in lemon tea. I don't know if you're quite ready yet. What do you think?" he asked as he dipped them back into her as she gasped. Then he pulled out for her to taste, pushing a finger to her lips. She resisted at first but accepted, and instinctually began sucking his finger.
"Dammit!" Celeste said.
Kris continued to massage her ass cheeks firmly, teasing the outline of her labia with his fingers as she sucked.
"Honey Lemon tea?" he asked
She nodded yes.
"Pull your panties down for me when you think you're ready."
Head still resting on the couch cushion, a small puddle of drool staining the velvet, she reached back eagerly and peeled her panties off, strings of her juices stretching from her aching, teased pussy. She pushed them off all the way and kicked them across the floor.
Kris guided her hands and placed them on her ass cheeks and she spread them apart, completely exposing herself, giving him even better access. Kris pushed two fingers back into her pussy deep with a force that made her gasp, though she stretched to accommodate them and she was slick. She moaned with each thrust and he caressed her insides with a "come here" gesture that drove her wild. He also massaged her asshole with his thumb, slick with her juices.
"Hey Celeste," Lili yelled. "Isn't Lizzy being a little greedy? That's a sin, right? Sharing is caring." She said as she gave each demon dick a slow kiss to emphasize her point.
Celeste thought about it for a moment, then whispered into Elizabeth's ear, who eagerly responded, fumbling at Kris's pants until she had the belt undone, his boxers around his knees, and his generous cock in her hand. She began to stroke him and moaned as she felt it grow even larger.
Kris calmly let her work though he was surprised. He switched hands and pushed his two dripping fingers into her moaning mouth and she sucked them clean, intoxicated by her own taste. She pushed back and she felt a quiver build and erupt before she knew what was happening. She shook and squealed into the couch cushion as she came hard again.
Kris was shocked at how fast her soft little hand had progressed him to the edge. It had been months since he'd been touched but he didn't realize just how pent up he had been through the chaos in his life. He quickly echoed her orgasm, glazing her face while she squealed with pride, licking her lips and fingers as she played with his frosting.
Third Course
Kris pulled his fingers free and turned her over on the couch. He spanked her sensitive pussy lightly as she whimpered. He tore her blouse off and unhooked her bra from behind her, her C cups poured free, still looking far better than they had any right to be. Kris took a moment to admire them.
"Touch them." Diablo said dreamily.
"Yes. They were made to be touched." Lili confirmed.
"No, no, no. You've had your fill. Let's go find that Butter Cream Gang VHS you still keep in the cupboard. Good clean fun." Celeste said sweetly.
"I don't know, Celeste." Dante added, losing his own battle with sin as Lili swallowed his flaming sword. "Kris seems like he's strayed pretty far from the light. Elizabeths' heavenly globes are pretty divine. Could even be the religious experience he needs to bring him back."
"Hmmm. They are a gift from God, aren't they. I guess if it could be a missionary experience..." Celeste considered.
"I could go for some missionary." Diablo said with a grunt as his iron rod disappeared again into Lili's mouth. How did the oversized cock not split Lili in half. It was as big as her entire body.
"Jeez, Lili! Get control of yourself." Celeste said, biting her lip.
"You heard her, Kris, worship those blessed fun bags until you're back in the fold." Dante said.
Kris put his hands on her perfect tits, softly at first, enjoying her perfect skin, tracing her nipples, his fingers still greased with her juices. She squirmed at the touch but didn't move away. He couldn't resist long before the need to squeeze set in bad. Her gorgeous C-cups stress balls worked better than he could have ever imagined. Enough that he almost forgot what he was doing. He kneaded her breasts like dough for two fine loaves; he could almost taste them. Then he did, sucking hard on each of her nipples, squishing them together while Liz gasped.
"Oh, my." Dante said to Lili. "His composure is hanging on by a thread. If Liz were to accidentally give his cock a little kiss with her lower lady lips, he'd be done for. Let's pray she doesn't."
Lili grinned and took the cue, whispering into Elizabeths ear.
Kris was finding some zen in her therapy pillows. He could have continued forever, but Liz wrapped her legs around his waist and began grinding her wet easy-bake oven on his spatula.
"Uh-oh." Dante noted.
"What?" Celeste asked innocently, a little panic in her voice.
Kris felt his cool, controlled facade boiling away, her slick hot lips igniting the TNT that was buried just under the paper-thin layer of his control, begging him for what he wanted anyways; unrestrained fucking, no holds barred, no remorse.
"It's on now." Diablo said, summoning a horned war helmet from somewhere. "Prepare for battle. Ms. Montgomery has unleashed Grond, the great battering ram of legend."
Celeste looked confused.
"Oh dear." Dante said remorsefully. "Not even the Great Gate of Minas Tirith could stand against Grond."
"Fuuu...Lizzy girls pussy is about to be pulverized." Lili said before positioning herself between Diablo and Dante, swallowing Dante's sacred scepter again, Diablo's cock pushing at her pussy entrance until it pushed in with a squish. Lili moaned on Dante's shaft and they both started a matched rhythm, like two lumberjacks' sawing a tree in half.
Kris pulled his hips back from Elizabeths beckoning lips and, then, using her tits as handles, rammed Grond into her slick pussy forcefully while pulling her back to him. Liz screamed in shock and thanked god the force hadn't knocked her teeth out.
"Its...so...big..." she said weakly.
Kris paused for a moment to let her accommodate him, but Liz wrapped her legs around his hips, kicking him like a cowgirl encouraging a stallion, and his horse cock was eager to run. Kris levered his ram back again and crashed into her with a growl that surprised and excited Liz. Kris didn't stop this time, pounding at her gates relentlessly. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream, still encouraging him with her legs around him.
"Grond! Grond! Grond!" Diablo and Dante chanted as they thrust in unison, Lili squealing and giggling, holding Dante's ass and pulling his war hammer into her throat and pushing back on Diablo's spear at the same time.
"Grond. Grond. Grond." Celeste said under her breath, the slightest bit of unangelic jealousy creeping into her pious heart as she watched Liz writhing with pleasure despite the brutality of the assault on her hot gate.
Liz felt her body tighten and she quivered an orgasm around his cock, her legs squeezing him in even tighter. Kris paused until her grip loosened a little, then resumed his same pace and rhythm. Pounding and hammering, his primal needs driving him. The catharsis of the unrestrained fucking was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping until his ramrod drove her little body clean through the couch. And Liz loved every rageful, lustful blow colliding against her cervix.
Kris grunted as he lost control and injected a huge load of liquid fire from his siege engine into her moat. He didn't lose any speed or momentum, plowing forward as his cum and her juices frothed and squeezed out of her.
Liz squealed and writhed in orgasm three more times. Or maybe it was one unending ecstasy, it was hard to say as jostled as her body and mind were at the moment. She was pleasure drunk and hungry for more. He kept going and she kept encouraging him with her body for longer than either could keep track.
"Yes!" she screamed as Kris filled her a second time.
"I'm worried for your health Liz." Celeste suggested hesitantly. "You should probably stop, get a snack, some electrolytes, and read the bible for a bit, don't you think?"
"More, please. More." Liz said with a weak squeeze of her legs.
Diablo waved at him. "Kris, remember, you've got lots of options." He said, as he and Dante switched places, spinning Lili around. Dante lined up with Lili's dripping pussy but pushed his drool slick cock into her tight asshole instead and she moaned.
Lili looked at Kris, bouncing forward as Dante pounded. "When Lizzy-girl... helps herself,... she always has...one toy on her clit...and the other...in her...mouth." She said, then licked a serving of her own juices off Diablo's cock before swallowing it to the hilt. They began the lumberjack treatment again while Lili moaned loudly.
"Do you always have to moan like a whore? Geez, have some dignity." Celeste said, while despising her own dripping lady angel bits.
Lili paused for a second, slurping off Diablo. "Awwe, I know jealously when I see it. Is this better for the pouty little toddler angel?" then resumed the rhythmic teeter-tottering threesome, but now each thrust was punctuated by a comical squeaky toy sound.
Celeste put her hand to her face then looked back to Elizabeth, perversely, sinfully enjoying the satisfaction in her face and wishing it was her. She would definitely need to repent later.
Kris paused his pounding abruptly.
"No... No. Please no... More...I want more." She panted weakly. Fuck me. All your demons, just fuck me." She said desperately.
He spanked her hard again and she moaned this time. He picked her up and put her on her back on the floor, still wearing her stockings and her skirt bunched up around her waist.
Kris knelt down over her head and leaned over her. He put her own hand on her pussy and started her rubbing. He pulled her legs up and leaned forward, tucking her knees behind his arms and rested on his elbows, his hands pulling her cheeks open, his hard cock hovering over her mouth. He could feel her warm breath with each pant.
"Mmm. Make her beg..." Celeste slipped accidentally, then slapped a hand over her mouth.
Kris slid two fingers from both hands into her ass, prying it open, enjoying another gasp on his cock. He kneaded her ass cheeks while his fingers probed and pulled her open. She lifted her head up and lapped at his cock, but he pulled away.
"Mmm, please." She said greedily, lifting up, lips pursed to pull him into her mouth. He pulled away again, but licked the long path from her from the top of her clit, over her sacred alter, all the way down slowly to her sin bin while she squirmed and pushed her pussy up to meet his tongue. His thumbs played with the space between pussy and asshole while he felt her tongue flicking out to taste his cock.
"Please." She whined. "Please, Mr. Crumb. I need your cock in my throat. Please..." she begged as he traced the path with his tongue again.
Satisfied, Kris waited until she pursed her lips again and slowly began thrusting into her mouth. She moaned around his cock and sucked him in deeply and he just about lost his load. The vibrations on his shaft from her groans, the way her throat massaged his head were all so intense. It made him wild again and he pried at her asshole, squeezing her cheeks hard. She screamed on his cock and rubbed her pussy furiously, her font frothing and streamed her juice into her asshole. He pushed two fingers from each hand deep into her asshole at the same time as he drove his cock into her throat. She writhed and gagged on his iron rod, then clenched around his fingers in another orgasm, her most vicious yet. She quivered for what seemed like minutes and Kris didn't let up. When she was finally finished, lying limp, panting, his cock still in her drooling mouth, his fingers still pulling her relaxing asshole open, a mind broken rag doll.
Kris pulled his dick out of her mouth with a slurp and his fingers out of her ass with a slick pop. Liz was still grinning in a daze. He moved around her, still holding her knees up, kneeling between her legs. He teased his cockhead at her still stretched asshole. Liz held her legs for him with a pleasant sigh, and Kris secured her lovely tits again before firmly pushing against the gates to her dark abyss. With a wink, the abyss welcomed him, stretching further around his girth, he reamed her open, plunging in up to his hilt. Liz gasped, then screamed in another orgasm strait away, her halo gripping and milking Kris harder than he'd expected. He grunted in surprise as he filled her with another load after just ten incredible thrusts. It felt amazing. Kris just kept plumbing the depths of her rectory, the cum making her even more juicy.
Kris squeezed her fun bags tighter and gained even more steam. Liz moved one hand, still keeping her leg raised. She grabbed Kris's hand and brought it to her mouth and began sucking on his fingers.
"Oh, shit. I didn't tell her to do that." Lili said.
"This should be fun." Diablo said.
Kris lost any remaining control over his primal instincts. He dropped his hands to her hips. He pounded away at her grateful vortex, her body skidding up the carpet with each blow, their juices amplifying the slapping, squelching, crashing almost enough to be heard over her screams. He didn't stop. Hammering away like John Henry, one blow for each dollar he'd had taken from him, each injustice cleansed by his growls and her squeals, and he'd continue until he'd been fully baptized, every demon slayed on his crusade through her backdoor holy land. Elizabeth's pussy poured juices that kept his cock lubed and each time he blew his load inside her, it just felt slicker and better.
"Look at them go!" Lili said. "I think they're both going to be exhausted." She was laying on her back, catching her breath on Kris's shoulder, talking to herself in a haze of sinful pleasure.
Dante and Diablo were feeling pretty good about life as devils and as a team. After their fun with Lili, they decided to explore Elizabeth's being a bit, specifically her ample breasts, which the were riding like rodeo bulls as they bounced with each forceful blow from Kris.
"Yee Haw!" Diablo yelled, clutching tight to her erect nipple.
"Get off of there!" Celeste demanded.
"Easy there, little buckaroo." Dante said. "Come on up and I'll give you a riding lesson."
"As if. And where's your wings." She said, hand gesturing quotations around wings. Dante had lost his robes and wings.
"I gave up."
"You just gave up? After all you work to get through seminary? Benefits packages?" Celeste asked skeptically.
"Well...I really tried, but Lili said I could put it in her butt if I gave her my wings. What was I supposed to do?" Dante said, looking up at Lili who was trying on her new outfit.
"Fucking sexy." Lili said, modeling, wearing nothing but the pair of wings. She winked at Dante.
"Fucking sexy." Dante said, falling off the bucking nipple after a particularly vicious quake, 7.8 on the riktor scale.
"But what about your angel vows!? Why haven't you turned into dust yet?" Celeste said sadly.
"Hmm." Dante said, sitting down beside her. "I don't know. Perhaps that's just a way to manipulate the angels."
"Fuck. You might be right. Fuck it." Celeste said, dropping her robes revealing a truly heavenly body. She pounced on Dante, kissing him aggressively with celestial tongue skills that no angel should have. She lined herself up and sat down on Dante's still hard cock, skewering her juicy angel pussy on his pitch fork. Celeste squealed melodically as she rode Dante, back arched, blessed tits pointed to the sky.
"Yee Haw!" Dante said, finding her rhythm and bucking back up into her.
"Hell yeah, Celeste! Break that bronco!" Lili cheered.
Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery scream weakly, drunk on the deep anal dicking she'd needed for too long. So drunk, she didn't notice the repeated chirp of her phone, lighting up with texts, noise complaints at the Crumb residence. She'd take care of those complaints with an iron fist. Later.
Finally, Kris filled her with another load of his world famous man-chowder. That was the third, maybe fourth in her ass, he'd lost track and they had been working her ass for almost an hour without tiring. He had many demons to slay that day and Liz enjoyed every second.
He fell next to her, breathing heavy. She rolled over, snuggling under his arm. Kris was satisfied, no longer worrying about his business, his life and he could think clearly. He had started with nothing and he had skills and practice. He would be just fine.
Dante lay on Kris's chest too, smoking a cigarette while Celeste kissed at his neck lazily, her hair a mess, mascara smudged.
"That was awesome." Dante said.
"That was awesome." Kris agreed out loud.
Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery rolled back off of him, lying back on the carpet.
"More please." She whispered, still lost in ecstasy.
Dessert
She didn't wait for him to say yes or to start. She sat up and sucked his battered battering ram into her mouth and gently sucked, savoring her own taste on it. She slid her legs, straddling him, her ass up in the air, his and her juice cocktail still dripping out of her down her thighs and onto his chest.
He kneaded her ass gently, thumbing at her pussy, happy to continue. But then he remembered someone. A friend who had received a grievous insult.
"Do it." Diablo said.
"Do it." Dante and Celeste said together.
"For the fallen." Lili said angelically.
Kris reached up to the couch cushion and secured Leroy. He smoothly hooked Leroy's beak into Elizabeths pussy, anchoring it deep and pulling pressure up. Liz moaned long and deep on his cock. The vibrations felt amazing. Kris bounced the pressure up and down, milking his own cum from her pussy and asshole as he did. Liz went wild.
"Fuck!" she screamed around his cock before letting it plop out of her mouth. She pushed his thighs apart and slid further down him. She positioned her pound cakes around his shaft and squeezed them together around him. At the same time, she licked a quick line down from his dumplings to his doughnut hole and latched on, licking, rimming, and sucking, probing with her tongue while she stroked his cock with her tits.
"Holy fuck!" Kris groaned.
Kris couldn't help thrusting a little between her tits as she stroked him. He probed Leroy in and out of Liz's pussy a few more times before, pulling him out and lining his beak up with her asshole. Liz screamed into his chasm as he pushed Leroy firmly into her depths, stretching her until he slipped past the apex of his head, then her ass almost sucked him in to the neck as she cinched around the lucky bird. Liz lapped and ate more furiously.
Kris used his other hand to tease, then slip three fingers into her pussy, feeling Leroy pushing down against his fingers from inside her ass. He wiggled a fourth finger into her pussy and probed in and out. She was slick but with Leroy sharing real estate inside her, four fingers was a big stretch. Kris pulled his hand free and offered the mess to Liz. In her wild, depraved state, she took a short break from eating his asshole to enjoy this treat, sucking each of his fingers clean before returning to his ass. Her soft tits felt amazing and he'd never had his ass eaten before. He grunted and delivered a generous batch of Krispen Cream between her sugar loaves.
"Dante, tell him to do that thing you did to me at the CGBQ club!" Lili said.
"The Chupacabra's Dirty Chalupa, 90's Alternative Variation? No way! No mortal could survive that. We don't want murder charges." Dante said in horror. "Even I was traumatized. Enough to send a devil to seminary..."
"You do remember me! Nice." Lili said with a proud grin. "I could do it again. And we could teach Celeste."
"No!..well...maybe. Where would we find Jenco jeans and a Creed CD at this hour?" Dante pondered.
"Kris needs to step up his game. He's getting the royal treatment." Diablo said with a devious grin. "Kris, it's muppet time."
"Muppet time?" Celeste asked.
"Do it." Lili said eagerly.
"Wakka, wakka." Kris said.
Kris slid his fingers back into her pussy and Liz moaned in gratitude. Kris tucked in his thumb and pushed harder. Liz screamed but pushed back against his hand, stretching her little pussy further than it had ever gone. She bounced her weight back, mouth still latched to his ass, tits around his cock, desperate to take his whole fist. Finally, with a groan, he slipped past his knuckles and she enveloped his fist, clenching tightly around his wrist. Liz looked up and squealed at the ceiling and Kris felt the rhythmic clenching of an orgasm from inside her. He pushed and pulled, churning her butter as she writhed and screamed. She almost squeezed Leroy free but Kris held him secure. When Liz relaxed, Kris repositioned his hand until he could feel Leroy's head in her ass through her vaginal walls, cupping his hands around it. He began to push and pull both his fist and Leroy, alternating both. Liz tried to resume his work on Kris's asshole but the feeling was so intense, she screamed and collapsed. He kept working, pumping, rubbing Leroy's head through her insides, thrusting up through her slick tits. Her legs shook with intense pleasure and she bit at his thighs between screams, pushing back on his hands.
Kris focused hard but the view and the sensation of Liz lying on him, totally depraved, letting him use all of her and loving it was incredible, quite possibly the closest thing to a religious experience he'd ever had. He said a quiet prayer, then grunted hard as he came between her tits again. She quivered in another intense orgasm, clenching so hard she ejected him and Leroy forcefully, digging her hands into his ass hard as she came, her nails digging into him. It only made Kris cum harder, emptying the frosting factory completely onto her slippery body.
When they both finished, Liz turned and slid her body over him, resting her head on his chest. He held her, both panting, hearts still racing but recovering, both of their demons slayed. Metaphorically. Dante and Diablo explored Elizabeths gaping holes, Lili and Celeste slip and slid down the slick of juices on Kris's thighs.
"Double Devil Day. That's what you should call your next restaurant. Or maybe like a food spa. That could be a thing." Liz said softly.
"I like that." Kris said softly. That did sound good. The sun was setting. Kris hadn't realized how much time had passed.
"May I make you dinner?" he asked, his low, controlled thunder of a voice returning.
"I'd like that." Liz said softly, melting into his chest. "But after..." she brought Leroy to her lips and kissed his beak. "...I think I still have a few more rounds in me. Maybe we could even try the..." she paused while Lili whispered in her ear. "the Chupacabra's Dirty...Cha... Chalupa...90's Alternative Variation?"
Lili nodded enthusiastically.
The Chupacabra's Dirty Chalupa
90's Alternative Variation
The Crumb residence was surrounded by police and EMS. The fire department had cleared the scene and extinguished the numerous property fires. From somewhere in the wreckage, Creeds "Take me Higher" blasted on repeat. It had been two days since the neighbors had seen Ms. Elizabeth Montgomery assault Mr. Krispen Crumb with her issues about his lawn ornamentation. Now, the entire roof was missing.
Captain Rogers looked at the wreckage in concerned awe, shaking his head, having been one of the first on the scene after the explosion.
"I've never seen anything like it." Detective Parker said. "I thought for sure it was a drug fueled murder-suicide. But no. We found them collapsed in a lovers embrace, giggling like they were mad, wearing nothing but queso cheese and oversized jeans. I can't believe they both survived the explosion. And it looks like they were battling a pack of gorilla's for two days in there before the place blew. I can't tell if they are the perpetrators or the victims. I found white feathers and cloven hoof prints everywhere. There's tortilla chips all over the carpet, broken furniture everywhere, and dough." He said.
"So much dough. Everywhere." Captain Rogers confirmed. "Destruction and dough. I counted thirty-three pies. Apple. I guess the guy was a chef. I've never had sexual feelings towards a pie before but these are...well...it's very strange. But why were they wearing those jeans?"
"Jenco's, Captain. Jenco jeans." Detective Parker said. "Bizarre but popular in the 90's. I don't understand it. And where did they find so much Surge soda? The bathtub is full of it. And did you see all the symbols on the floor around the tub? Some kind of cult thing, maybe?"
"Burnt. The symbols are burnt into the tile. Very difficult to do. And we had the forensics look at it. It's Latin. It translates to 'Leroy Demands Pie'." Captain Rogers said. "What do you make of the two paintings? Disturbing."
"Very disturbing. Polar opposites. First we have the Back Street Boys in brutal hand to hand combat with their rivals, NSYNC. So much gore. Perhaps even cannibalistic. Why would they put that in Lance's mouth?"
"Why Lance? Why?" Captain Rogers lamented.
"Then the other picture, a graphic, perhaps even pornographic depiction of the groups engaging in vigorous love-making with each other. Haunting yet arousing. Get that out of your mouth, Lance." The detective said shaking his head.
"Are they meant to be a message or perhaps a metaphor? We may need to notify Homeland Security, have them check in on both bands. They are national treasures." Suggested Rogers.
"That would be wise. And that flamingo, sitting in the center of the crater in the living room. Doesn't it look like the explosion was centered around that bird? Like it erupted from the bird? But there's not a scratch on it, other than the small one on the glasses." Said Rogers, scratching his head.
"That flamingo has seen things. Things no lawn ornament should have to see." Detective Parker noted. "How are the suspects/victims?"
"Amazingly well, all things considered. A bit dehydrated, hypoglycemic. Both are walking a bit funny. Mr. Crumb has a minor chemical burn on his scalp from bleaching the tips of his hair himself. Ms. Montgomery appears to have a minor infection in a homemade tattoo on her lower back. 'El Chupacabra Eats Ass'. That's what it says. Mr. Crumb has one too, identical tramp stamps. Both are expected to make a full recovery." Captain said, pausing, clearly troubled. "Sir, did you see the hamsters? What were they doing with twenty-one hamsters? They weren't using them...you know...sexually were they?"
The detective sighed. "No. Worse. They were training them."
"Training them for what?"
"Tamagotchi. In just two days they've successfully trained hamsters to raise and nurture the electronic pets." Detective Parker said. "And they're good at it. Mindful. No Tamagotchi will ever want a human owner again."
"It ain't natural. I don't like it. All of this. It feels sinister. Like it was designed by the devil himself. Did you find any drugs?" Captain Rogers asked.
"None. And their toxicology came back relatively normal. Did you know you could get guacamole poisoning?" the detective poised. The captain looked surprised. "It's possible. If consumed rectally and in high volume. Perhaps a gallon. It's not unpleasant. Or so I'm told, of course."
"Of course. So... the victims have guacamole poisoning?" Captain Rogers asked.
"No. I just found that fact fascinating, worth pondering."
"Oh."
"We may never know what actually happened here. If only that flamingo could talk." The detective bemoaned.
"Have we found the roof yet?" the detective asked.
"No. It's like it just disappeared into another dimension with the explosion."
The detective stood in silence for a moment, shaking his head.
"I don't understand what happened here...but it was evil. I'm closing the case. Have an exorcist visit the home before anyone else is allowed in. I feel like going to church today. Maybe stop at the Piggly Wiggly and get some guac on my way." The detective said somberly, tipping is hat and walking away from the scene thoughtfully.
"I'll take care of it. But...I'm taking a pie." Captain Rogers said.
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Cousin Chooses Me
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https://www.literotica.com/s/cousin-chooses-me
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Taboo/Incest
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My uncle called me early one morning to ask a favour. "The girl's moving out your way to go to college. Can you help her settle in and get some things?" The girl in question was my first cousin, Chelsea, who had just turned twenty if my math was right. I hadn't seen her since she was about thirteen so I had no real connection to her since then. I do remember her staring at me a lot and dressed in clothing tightly stretched over her chubby body.
"Sure, Uncle Bob, when's she heading this way?"
"She's taking the train next Wednesday. She should be there on Thursday."
"She doesn't drive then?"
"Right you are. Never had, likely never will. She's got her bike and that's what she uses. She doesn't have too much stuff but if you have a truck, best bring that in case she packs more than expected. Can you take her to IKEA as well to get some furniture if she needs it?"
Uncle Bob was my favourite uncle. He used to travel out my way to go hunting and fishing and always took me along with him. I was glad to have a chance to pay him back now. "For sure. Whatever she needs. Where's she going?"
He named a small art college located in a large, old building downtown. Each student basically had a studio / apartment to live and work in while at the school. Very cool based on the pictures but very expensive. My uncle was very well off but Chelsea must have had skill to get into that place as they only took the best and brightest.
My own business was just down the street from there in an old garage. At twenty seven, I had a small cleaning company that was just started to take off. Depending on the season, twenty women worked for 'Carl's Cleaning Service' providing residential and commercial cleaning. I paid well, ran things properly, and gave flexible work options to people. In return, we were growing due to our exceptional service and customer relations. We had the cleaning contract for Chelsea's new college so I was familiar with the building.
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Thursday came quickly and I waited at the station for people to get off her train with my hand truck. You might laugh but it makes moving heavy things over distance a whole lot easier and makes me look much more handy, if not more handsome. My uncle said she didn't have a cell phone so I stood there with a 'Chelsea' sign. People got off and looked at me and my sign but no one approached. When it seemed like no one else was going to get off, one woman in a tiny skirt and giant Doc Marten boots came out of the door. She was pulling a large duffel bag behind her and as she started off the train, she turned to pull the bag out as it appeared she couldn't lift it. Well, the wind certainly lifted her skirt to reveal that she was fastidious about hair removal below the waist. She continued to pull the bag out and let it bump onto the platform.
She saw my sign and waved. "Hey, Carl!" She was a solid woman with a voluptuous body that was mostly covered with what she was wearing. Picture Velma Dinkley from Scooby Doo but with dark hair. "Thanks for picking me up. It means so much to know you are here for me." She embraced me in a long, tight hug with her head pressed to my chest. "Dad said I could rely on you and here you are already waiting for me."
I had her duffel bag, thankfully a wheeled one, so that she could focus on getting her stuff from the baggage car. "I don't have too much, just my bike and a chest." Glad that I brought the hand truck now as we walked down to see her items being pulled off. She checked her claim tickets with the worker and soon had a large steamer trunk, honestly, a steamer trunk, and her bike, a single speed messenger bike kind of thing. I got the trunk on the hand truck, took the duffel in hand, thankfully a wheeled one, and let her deal with the bike.
It wasn't much of a walk to where I had parked and we had everything loaded in no time. It wasn't too far to the college either and we made good time with every light green. They had a loading area at the college that made for a quick offload of her items. She went in and got a visitor pass for me so I could park and help her bring things up. Trunk on the hand truck, duffel in hand, and bike under her control, we went to the huge elevator that took students to their studios on the top three floors. She had one on the third floor on the corner overlooking the whole city with the name *Meadow Suite* on the door.. Pretty sweet for a new student. "How did you get this room?"
"I was the top applicant, Carl. They really liked my portfolio and interview so I got a scholarship and room and board. I can't wait to see the room." And what a room it was. All glass on two walls, it was a massive space, a thousand square feet at least. By the door was a kitchen and a walled off room that I assume held the bathroom. The rest was bare as she was other than a bed against the wall. "Wow, this is great." She beamed with excitement. "I can't wait to create in here. Thanks so much for being here with me, I wouldn't want to be here on my own without sharing this with you." Another big hug followed and, taking me by the hand, we walked the whole place. The bathroom was modern and had a huge shower stall with a toilet and bidet. A sink and massive mirror with a large counter filled the rest of the room. The rest of the room was simply open floor space, other than the huge four poster bed, the floor mottled with spilled paint, scars of rough treatment, and a long hard life. It was spotless though, my girls had done a great job preparing it for her. I'd have to pass on thanks to Juanita and Mary when I saw them next.
She ran over and jumped onto the bed showing me everything once again. She rolled onto her back and beckoned me to join her. "Carl, come feel how soft this is!" I had a full view of her shaved sex and I had a very good idea how soft it was. I did go over and try out the bed with her. She lay with her head right beside mine. "This is going to be awesome. I even brought king size sheets because they told me about this bed. It was left in the factory when they shut and the school put it into this room to keep some of the history. Who knows who got fucked on this over the years? C'mon, let's look out the windows." Sliding off, she came over and pulled on my hand to pull me up. Her hand was soft but strong and it provided some good pull. We went over to look out at the street and buildings. It was a great view for sure and nighttime was going to be even better.
"Let me take you for dinner to say thanks, Carl. I saw a food blog that said that there was a great taco place a couple of blocks away."
"Juan More Taco?"
"Yessss! Do you know it?"
"One of my worker's husband runs it. It's great. You'll love it. It's a short walk from here but it's close to my shop as well so I can drop the truck and we can walk there. I can drop you off later to make sure you get back safely. Do you need to shower and change or are you okay after the train ride?"
"Oh, a shower would be grand. Can you move my duffel by the bed and put the trunk there by the wall while I shower quickly? I'll only be a few minutes." She found her soap and shampoo in her bag and quickly ran into the bathroom and pushed the door halfway shut. "Wow, come and see how big the shower stall is, Carl!" I walked into the bathroom expecting her to be standing outside of the shower but instead, she was in there, soaping up her body. First cousin or not, I was instantly hard. "Come wash my back, please. As family, we need to help each other out always!" I rubbed soap from nape to crack getting suds everywhere. She turned and pressed her large breasts against the glass and said, "This is going to be so much fun. Can you get me a towel from the duffel bag, I forget to grab it.
When I came back in, the water was off and she stood there dripping. "Don't just stand there, dry me off like a good cousin should." She put her arms straight out and stood there while I dried everywhere. "Don't forget under my boobs, too." She bounced to emphasize what she said. I had her dry in a a few minutes and had touched every inch of my first cousin that I hadn't seen in years.
"That was great and so needed." She walked out naked to her duffel, bent over, and started to choose an outfit. "It's pretty casual there, right?" She found another skirt, almost as short as the travel one, and a boob tube for the top. No underwear. "Does this look okay?"
Oh, yes, yes it does.
"I came to school here because you were here to make my move easier. I remember you being so kind to me when I was a kid and helping me do all sorts of things so I expect you are just the same now!" We had visited often until I got older and I had helped her put up tree forts, make go karts, and set up a painting space in a large garage they had. "I still have that studio you helped set up for me in the garage, by the way. I think it is what made me who I am today so you really had a hand in creating me. I think I was just about to start high school when I last saw you. You never seemed to realize that I fell in love with you all the way back then. No matter what I did, you never took the hints of what I said or did. I guess I was just an awkward girl trying to get you to notice me in too short skirts and too tight tops." It did explain an awful lot and I put a few more pieces together. "But you were older and I was just a kid so you couldn't have done anything anyway. I didn't know that then but when I think back we could have been in so much trouble." She blushed madly as she thought about the 'trouble' it seemed.
"So when you fell into the river in your all white outfit, that was you coming on to me? You said you were so cold you needed to be held till you dried." She nodded.
"And you deliberately didn't wear panties at all when we spent that week building the tree fort?" Once more, a nod.
"And when you were naked in the bathroom with the door unlocked when I walked in?" She nodded again.
"And always suntanning in your bra and panties just outside my room window?"
"And when you volunteered to ride on my lap for that eight hour ride to the family vacation in that sundress?" Her head bobbed up and down. "Do you know how hard that was to be a good cousin with you wiggling around for the whole trip?" She just smiled.
"Damn."
She gave me a big kiss and hugged me tight. "If I look cute enough to take out, I am ready to go, good cousin."
We went down to the truck and headed over to my shop. The size of the place allowed me to park inside along with the work cars. "Wow, Carl, this is quite a place. When daddy said you had a cleaning company I pictured you, a crew, and a van, not all this. You've done very well!" She grabbed me in a hug that nearly cracked my ribs. She took me by the hand and asked me to show her the rest of the place.
We did the shop floor then headed upstairs to my living space. I had built an apartment module into the large second floor leaving nearly all the rest open and accessible. It was pretty basic but very functional. I used to live on a property out of the city but the commute and traffic was too much for me so I just shifted into my building after finding out the building was zoned for this live work aspect.
"Wow. This is great." She twirled around wildly spinning her arms out from her body and letting her skirt lift. "What a great space. I can totally live here. What are you going to do with this part?"
"I have some gym equipment I am going to put in over in that corner and I plan to make it into a place I can entertain as well. You can see the speakers on the walls and I have a couple of rolling tables that I use for food and drinks when we have the office parties here."
"So cool. I can't wait to help host the next party with you, Carl. I'll be your girlfriend! Oh, wait, do you have a girlfriend?" She looked crestfallen as she asked.
"I'm single. Work has taken so much time that I don't really get out at all."
"No problem, Chelsea's here now so that's taken care of."
I wasn't sure if she was joking or was totally serious but I leaned toward totally serious based on what she had just said.
"Let's get those tacos, I'm starving."
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"Hang on, I have to push my skirt down otherwise I will get stuck on the bench as I slide in. I hate when that happens. Come sit next to me like a loving boyfriend would, please." The series of odd comments were continued through dinner.
I slid in beside her on the vinyl booth. We had the very back booth and lots of privacy. It was late and there were only a few customers. "The beef cheek tacos are great here but pretty much everything is good. We can get a platter to share or have whatever you want, Chelsea."
She leaned close to my ear and said, "I know what I want you to eat, Carl. It's my taco." With her hand, she lightly squeezed my crotch. "I know you have been checking me out all day and I love it. I hope you liked today's train outfit I wore it just for you to see how much I had grown since we last saw each other. Now I can act on all those fantasies that kept me up at night rubbing and playing with myself."
"Well, okay..." It was hard to know what to say to that.
"Please touch me."
I slid my hand along her thigh and up under her skirt. It was nearly at the top of her thighs and her spread legs gave me full access.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm right there, right there."
Her clit was under my index finger and I pressed on it lightly while I watched her bite her lip and try not to moan.
"If I cum loudly, I am sorry in advance." It was too public and I was too known in here so I reduced the pressure.
I continued to rub her gently as we waited on our food. She was flushed and excited while I was trying my best to keep the hard on in my pants out of view of the other diners. It was a tough dinner and we took most of the food as takeaway after a short, intense time in the booth. Chelsea had slipped out of the booth on her own juices and I had grabbed a rag and bottle of cleaner from the waitress station behind us to clean it off quickly. There was no way I was explaining that to Juan.We tried to compose ourselves but I walked out mostly hard to the stares of many of the people eating. I was pleased to see many of the women checking me out and smiling.
"Let's go to my place, Carl, I want to christen that bed."
This evening took a completely unexpected turn. It was only got more surreal though.
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I pressed against her in the elevator feeling her tits and her ass as we rode up. We made it down the hall without meeting anyone else and locked the door. She pulled my pants and underwear down to let my cock spring from my pants. She sucked on my cock before the pants hit the floor with long strokes up and down my shaft. She could just about deep throat me and gagged as she tried her best. Popping her lips off, she said, "Do you know how long I have wanted to do this? Forever! So fucking good."
The gluk, gluk, gluk of her oral actions echoed through the room as she sucked me off like a woman possessed. I was usually good for a half hour or so of oral but being so horned up with her intensity, it wasn't going to be too long. I let her work on my cock as I held the sides of her head.
"Carl, I dreamed of swallowing your cum so just let it blow." I was so close but tried to hold off to enjoy more of the sucking. I tried to think of other things but it was too much though and the tip of her tongue pressing right under my head put me over the edge.
"Cumming... I'm cumming now!"
She intensified her efforts and I could feel the orgasm from the tips of my toes to my scalp as she worked my pulsating cock. It went from pure pleasure to more pleasure. She continued to work me as the cum flowed into her mouth. Spurt after spurt of my load hit the back of her throat as she greedily sucked for more. I had to push her away when it got to be too much and I stood there in a mix of shock and awe at her performance.
She played with my cum in her open mouth while she looked me straight in the eye. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and showed me it was all gone. "Mmmmmmmmm Carl, you tasted so good." She stood and slipped her skirt down and her tube top off. "Can you come and eat me out now? I may cum again just standing here but I want your tongue in me when I do." She laid a towel out on the bed and lay back on it with legs apart and hips gyrating slowly.
"Right here. Right now. Come eat cousin Chelsea."
And eat Chelsea I did. I'd guess I spent a good hour and tried everything I had ever done before in giving her pleasure. From licking the alphabet and finding K was the winning letter, to zooming in on her clit, I listened to her increasingly frantic moaning and cries echo around the room. She had said and proven she was a loud cummer on at least three occasions so I knew I did something right for her. When she moved from lying on her back to a face down, ass up arched back position, I knew she was going to be a continuous surprise for what she wanted from me. With a long lick from clit to asshole, I felt her clench as my tongue touched her rim. That set off the loudest cum of the night and my continued ministrations kept her vocal. With my hands on her hips and tongue buried deep, she shook and shuddered like a woman possessed. Finally, after minutes of this, she collapsed to the bed, out cold. I slipped off the bed, washed my face, and peed as I contemplated the day and evening. I found a blanket in her trunk and covered her with it. I left my number and card so she had my contacts. She snored softly as I made my way out.
---
Halfway down the street, my phone rang.
"Did she make it there, Carl?"
"Sure did, Uncle Bob. I just finished up with her and am heading home. She's fast asleep and all set for the start of school."
"Oh, good, thanks for helping her out, you were all she was talking about when she left here. She had offers to so many colleges but chose that one to be close to her family. I want you to do whatever she needs."
"I'm on it, Uncle Bob, don't you worry."
---
It was late when I got home and Friday morning came very early. I had my cleaning teams packed and out by seven and was about to sit down and start ordering supplies when I saw her looking into the office from the sidewalk. I went over and let her in.
"Carl, that was just like I dreamed it would be. Oh Em Gee when you licked my ass with your tongue my mind was on Mars. After a bit I just don't remember anything other than waking up to the sun shining on me under my blanket."
She stood blushing.
"Know what, Carl? It was my first time doing that. Doing anything actually."
Hey?
A virgin?
She was a virgin?
"You're a virgin?"
"Yes, I was waiting for you. You are the one."
"Wow."
"You are going to deflower me. You are all mine now."
Deflower? All mine?
"Chelsea, maybe you should wait for the guy you will marry? What an awesome treat for him."
"Carl, you don't seem to understand. You. Are. Mine. And I am yours. Forever."
"Do I get any say in this?"
"No, none at all, actually." She smiled sweetly as she said that.
"Chelsea..."
"We can plan all that later. What are you doing now?"
She walked into the office area and sat down in one of the chairs. "Show me what you are doing so I can help." I knew there wasn't much to do but I did show her some of the systems I had. She was a quick learner and even made some suggestions to streamline things I had not tried before. With her help, I had orders done in no time so moved on to organizing the product that had come in yesterday while I was busy with her. She moved quickly and helped me shelve everything in its place.
"I came over to give you your morning blowjob but glad I could help out, too." She knelt between the shelves, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my cock. "I'll come and do this every day so you start the day relaxed unless I have a project to work on." My cock was stiff as she worked up and down. "Can you believe this is only the second blowjob I have ever done? Fuck, I wish you would have stuck around. This could have been..." I could tell she was doing the mental math, "about blowjob 2600 if I did one a day since I fell in love with you. Don't worry, these will be daily from now on." Her tongue was exceptional and I held onto the shelf to keep my knees from collapsing. "I think a woman should be orally pleasing her man daily at the very least. We will make love every night as well, either here or at the studio. We will figure out what you need though. Don't worry."
My first cousin was laying out the rest of my life for me as though there was no option to say no.
"Chelsea, we are going to have to..." Whatever she just did to my cock with her tongue took all thought out of my mind. The sensation built from my stomach and radiated into my balls as I simply exploded into her mouth. She licked and cleaned me completely then stood.
"Let's go have a shower and make some breakfast. You must be hungry."
After scrubbing each other completely clean in a long hot shower, I found a robe for her and shorts for me. We made a nice, simple breakfast and enjoyed it sitting at my small table. She was a great cook and what I thought was going to be simply eggs and toast became something much more with the few spices she added.
"Chelsea, we have to talk. We are first cousins."
"I'm not in a rush to have kids so other than it being somewhat awkward when we go back to our hometown, it won't really matter much. My dad is fine with this other than the kids thing and with your dad having passed... sorry to bring that up... we are all that are left with both our mom's long gone as well. If you don't have family, what do you have? Did you know my mom was dad's second cousin? She picked him just like I picked you."
"Yeah, but..."
"Yeah but what? I love you, I want you, I will have you. I think you find me attractive or at least your cock does. I have a great body, well, I like it, anyway. I'm pretty smart, too. What is wrong with this?"
I couldn't argue with anything she said so nodded in agreement which brought a smile.
"Well, I don't even really know you."
"That's why I am here. You get to meet me and you get to meat me to see if you like me."
"But what if I would have had a girlfriend or a partner?"
"But you don't. I'm here now. You don't have to worry about that anymore."
"Chelsea."
"Carl. It's just that easy. I want you with me. Other than me letting you know this is going to happen, you are my man and I will listen to you."
"Chelsea, it's not that easy."
"Why not, Carl?"
Yeah, why not Carl, weren't you just complaining about only finding shallow women when dating and spending time on the business rather than having some fun? Here you have Chelsea and she, other than being your first cousin, ticked all the boxes you have ever wanted and more.
"Because this isn't how things are done. There's the dating process, and the getting to know you part where you figure out if someone is right or not."
"Okay. How is this different? I love you and have loved you since I was little. You are going to be mine and I am going to be yours. How about we work on that premise instead of trying out multiple people? Was the other way working better for you? Not to be a dick here, but I didn't notice any women's clothing here or bath items they would normally leave at a serious relationship."
She was completely right. It was a crap showing and other than some decent blowjobs and some good fucks and some basic laughs, nothing much had come of it other than time wasted looking online and at the bars.
"Okay. Assuming I accept your argument, let's suppose this is the way. Where do we go from here, Chelsea?"
She bounced with excitement and broke into tears before hugging me tight. "I'll use my studio during the day and evening then I am coming here to stay with you. I might be busy sometimes so I might have to stay at school but I will check with you first to get permission. If you can, maybe you can come and stay there when that happens so when I take a break, we can fuck or I can please you? That way I can get work done and do my duties, too. I know you may need to adjust to me being here so when you are ready for me to move in permanently, you just let me know."
And like that, I was attached it seemed.
"Carl, can you come over to the bed and eat me out for a bit? I want to be super horny and super wet when you stick that big dick into my pussy right to the balls to make me yours completely."
And like that, I had her in my arms as I walked to the bed. I tried to remember my arguments and why I made them as she held me tight.
The robe was off in a second, she was on her back, and she held her ankles and wiggled her pussy at me. "Dive in, Carl, the water's hot and horny!" I went from Z to A this time and thought of a few new things to try along the way. I was able to roll her hips high enough to lick her back hole while I held her cheeks apart with my hands that caused an amazing sexual reaction in her whole body. She managed to stay conscious despite vigorous shaking and twitching so I knew she was ready to go. My cock pressed into the sheets while I ate her so it was simply a matter of crawling up her body.
As I kissed her tits, throat, and lips, the head of my cock bumped against her shaved lips. There was a loud intake of breath. "You sure you want this, Chelsea?" Her response was to wrap her legs around me and use her heels to pull me against her. Lined up perfectly, I slipped in to her up to her hymen. "This might hurt a bit." She just opened her legs more and used her heels to pull me in as I pushed forward. I was balls deep in a second and she was shaking wildly.
"Finally, ohhhhhhhhhhh fucccccccccccccccccccck."
I let her get used to my cock then slowly started to pump in and out an inch at a time. An inch in, an inch out.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's better than I dreamed..."
A couple of inches went in and out now. From the root of my cock to slightly out and back in again, I took my time and with morning blowjob, I was ready for a long fuck.
"What are you doing to me, Carl..."
Three now, in and out, in and out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck..."
Half way now, half in, half out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that's the spoooooooooooooooot."
I could feel the wave of orgasm washing her body as she contracted on my cock. She tightened so much that I had to push back to slip any out and had to use all my weight to go back in.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmm, uuhhhhhhh."
Wracked with orgasm, she flailed wildly on the bed. Her eyes rolled back and she bucked hard against my body as she rode the sexual wave coursing through her. When I lifted her breast to my mouth and bit the nipple slightly she screamed in ecstasy and peaked in her orgasm. As she slumped back down arch gone from her back, I kept up the fucking, and lifted her legs so that I could get more of her to go deeper. Her calves on my shoulders and legs wide open, I got every inch deep in her. She was slick and moaning as I pumped her sopping pussy.
I had both breasts in my hands as well and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned in time with my strokes and her pussy continued to pulsate around my shaft. I looked in her eyes and said, "I want you to cum hard in twenty strokes, Chelsea. I'm going to go almost out to buried completely with my cock and you are going to cum hard on 'one' as I go all the way in, understand?"
She bit her lip and nodded as I started to count down. I could tell she was holding the orgasm in and that this would be a great one. When I reached 'eight' she moaned and chewed her lips, barely in control. From the very tip to full pressure to drive my cock as deep as possible, she inhaled in time with me. On 'five' she was close to hyperventilation. On 'four' she begged me to speed up. On 'three' I pushed harder to get another fraction deeper and she rewarded me with a tight squeeze of her contracting pussy. On 'two', she repeated 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck' over and over.
As I pulled out and prepared to thrust in, I called out 'ONE!' and dropped my full weight through my cock into her willing pussy. As I pushed her legs down, she opened a tiny bit more, my cock twitched, and she came hard. I am not sure if she peed or was a squirter but with the all encompassing orgasmic forces running through her, she drench my cock and sheets with her juices. I pumped hard and fast, looking to catch up with her so that I could blow my load which only made her twitch and flail more.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... cum in me cum in me cum in me"
First cousin or not, my cum was going deep into her pussy.
With each stroke, I told her I was going to cum.
"Here. It. Comes."
As she felt my cock twitch and the jets of cum blow out, she went wild. She writhed on the bed and wrapped her legs around my arms to pull me as tight as possible to her. I buried my cock to its fullest and let all the cum flow into her. With the final squirt, she finally relaxed from the tense position she was in and lay back. I let go of her legs and she let them come down on either side of me. I slipped out of her moist pussy and kissed her on the lips. I rolled to the right of her and came up on the bed.
"I will always be your first, Chelsea. Remember that."
---
We showered up after that session. It was her first time having sex or making love so she was quiet and pensive. I wondered if she was rethinking her decision as she dried her hair in the bathroom.
"Carl?"
"Yes, Chelsea?"
"Do you know when you make a decision that is life changing and you really have to think about it? Whether it was the right one or not?"
This should be interesting.
"I had a lot of time to think about this on the train and last night and this morning."
"It's always good to think and reflect." I was preparing myself for the let down. From thinking her crazy to planning a future with her, it was a wild couple of days. Now I was worried it was going to end right here.
"But after a lot of thought and thinking, now I know I've made the best decision. Ever."
She looked at me with such clarity and purity of expression there was nothing I could say.
"Yesterday was the first day of my real life."
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Breckenridge Pt. 01: Curves
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Novels and Novellas
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Breckenridge Pt. 1
Curves
Driving through the snow covered passes of Colorado makes for an exciting ride. The winding roads, steep and foreboding. Coming around corners to see massive open dips, plummeting down thousands of feet into waves of trees. The majesty of the mountains and crisp, pine soaked air is intoxicating in comparison to being in the city.
My husband and I are on our way to Breckenridge, our first trip for ourselves. He drive fast, turning around curves makes my body push against the seat and console. At one point he's driving one handed, with his other on my thigh while we discuss what our plans are.
"There's supposed to be pretty nice steak place near the hotel," I say, looking down at my phone.
"Mm." He nods, with a subtle smile.
"Also, there's a couple of galleries but the preview page is literally all just paintings of aspen trees." I murmur.
"Mmmhm."
I scroll on my phone for a bit, slightly put off realizing that off season for Breckenridge may not have been the best vacation plan. "It seems like everything is ski-centric and since it's off season, everything is closed."
"I guess we'll just have to make use of the hotel room as much as possible." He murmurs softly. I look up at him, he's smiling, staring ahead. His aviators glint in the light as we go around a curve. He turns the wheel to the right as we dramatically curve around the mountain, the rock so close I could touch them if I had my hand out the window.
As we turn, his hand on my thigh moves up into the space between my leg and crotch and he squeezes downward, pushing me into the force of the cars turn. I feel a rush of blood move into my pussy as we swerve back over to the left around the curve. He's going too fast to only be driving with one hand...I start to feel a rush of nerves, thinking about how deep the gorges are below the thin flimsy barrier on the side of the road.
I groan and breathe out one long shaky breath, he smiles, still looking ahead. I'm wearing a shorter dress and very thin sheer nylons, no panties. The pressure on my inner thigh is stretching the fabric of the nylons taut over my pussy, pushing down on my clit.
The first car we've seen in an hour zooms past us and I gasp. He chuckles lightly to my dramatic response. "It doesn't take much to make you gasp."
I start to breath a little heavier as he squeezes again, we hit a dramatic U in the road that is leading us down and then back upward again. As we hit the dip at the bottom of the curve, the g-force moving me into the seat is coupled with his hand, fully cupping my clit. He pushes down onto me, rolling his hand into the sensation. I let out an involuntary yelp as he pushes the nylon slightly into my pussy lips, the seam in the middle slides in just remarkably well.
We mount the top of the hill after the curve and for one brief moment, there is a weightlessness that makes my stomach have butterflies. He squeezes me with his cupped hand, pushing my pussy lips together and pulling upward into the motion of the cars ascent. The sensation makes me giddy and I exasperatedly giggle in response.
I'm not sure what I see in his expression, his smile is curled up and he shakes his head and squints slightly, "Okay, that was new."
As we drive, I'm feeling more and more excited. Each curve brings a new sensation until he seems to get a little annoyed. We hit a straight road that is mostly just up and down for a good while. Once we're past the curves, he reaches over and pushes his finger hard into the nylons right above my vagina. I feel the fabric stretch and stretch onto the rim around my pussy. We hit another dip down in the road, feeling the G-force of the car pushing my ass and thighs against the seat. The fabric is taut and shaking, pulling down onto my clit, until finally in one last aggressive motion as we hit the bottom of the hill, he breaks the nylons barrier and enters me, forcing his fingers in, filling me. I push down into my seat with the force of the motion and let out a remarkably new guttural moan. Everything pulls downward, my head, neck and breasts are dragged downward slightly until we are released from the cars punishing gravity.
The feeling rises up dramatically into my thighs and clit as I moan, my breasts bounce back upward and my head falls back into the head rest. The motion of the cars gravity changing is making me light headed, the blood in my pussy is pounding as he rips the nylons away from me, creating a gaping nudity that leaves me exposed.
I feel the cool air from the vents waft over me, the wetness on my legs makes me shiver with pleasure.
He looks at me for the first time since we entered the straight stretch of road. The area around us has flattened a bit, less mountainous and just rocky plains. We're moving up a long stretch of a hill, I can see it fade off into the horizon line. He looks down at my nudity, he licks his lips and breaths in slowly trying to make a decision.
"I'll make you a deal," he looks at the phone to see we're 27 minutes from the city. "If you can suck my dick until we get into town and leave no trace, I'll take you to the hotel room and eat you out until you beg me to stop. The rest of the night, I'm yours to use."
I excitedly sit up. "Yes, please-"
He interrupts me, "You have to make it go for 25 minutes though, I want full service."
He says this because we usually only could go a maximum of about 10 to 15 minutes before either he takes me or I lose patience and force it down harder to get to completion.
"Challenge accepted."
"You have to take your pants off though, I can't work like this." I gesture to his jeans.
He gestures, "Fair. But I'm keeping my boxers on in case we get pulled over."
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When Hidden Desires Arise 7
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Fetish
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7th 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.
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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Katy woke up Monday morning excited and ready to hopefully fulfill her lustful desires with Alex. She spent Sunday thinking about what would happen this morning. Alex told her to block off her first hour of her day and meet him in his office. Was he planning on fucking me in his office she wondered many times, both worried about the risk, but also extremely turned on by the idea.
She started her morning a bit slower, as she knew her husband would need to leave about 30 minutes before her to get to work, and she planned on making sure she was dolled up and sexy once he left, so he didn't begin to worry their conversation was already going into plan.
Greg left after the two kissed and said there I love you's and good bye's. Katy quickly going back to the room and slipping out of the loose blouse and jeans she was wearing to change into a tight blouse with a red satin bra over her 34dd cup boobs, and a tight skirt which went down to her mid thigh, but she planned to raise it up more once alone in the office. A pair of red satin bikini style underwear on beneath them.
She grabbed her original outfit and a boring pair of bra and underwear to through into her bag, so she could change before getting home again. She didn't know what was going to happen with Alex, but she wanted to be ready just in case.
Katy got in her car a little earlier than normal as her excitement just continued to grow. She got to work 15 minutes earlier than normal thanks to her eager driving, and got even more excited to see Alex's car already in the parking lot. Katy parked in her normal spot, quickly grabbed her bag and things and hurried into the office.
After dropping off all her things in her office, Katy hurried to the restroom to check herself one more time. Only a few people were in the office, and they all looked like they hated Monday's, so Katy was able to go through with disruption. Once satisfied with her looks, she exited the restroom and walked straight to Alex's office.
Katy saw the door was open but the blinds to the one window into his office closed, Katy hoping that meant he had naughty plans. She poked her head in and smiled as she saw him look over and motion for her to come in the door.
Once inside he said, "you should probably close the door."
Katy quickly turning to do so and turning back to Alex with a smile before walking to the desk and standing opposite of him as he sat in his chair.
"You look amazing today." Alex said with a smile, making the excited and a bit nervous Katy blush.
"Thank you. You look fantastic yourself." Katy said a bit shyly. She knew she wanted him, she wanted to feel him, taste him, experience him, but still a part of her was scared of how it would effect everything.
"Are you nervous?" Alex asked as he could tell she was a bit tense.
Katy blushed again, she didn't know she was that obvious, but also something about him calling her out on it made her excited. "A little." She admitted.
Alex got up from him chair and walked around his desk, now standing in front of Katy as she turned to him, looking up at him a bit as he is taller.
"Why?" He calmly asked as he stared into her eyes.
"Because." Katy started at stopped as she stared back at Alex. She knew why, and she knew he knew as well, but her verbally admitting it was a whole different thing.
Alex looked at Katy and gave her a smile. "Is it because you want something you don't think you can have?" He asked, and Katy just nodded her head. Alex smiled again before asking another question.
"You want what we have been talking about don't you?" Alex asked her directly, seeing her blush and again only nod, he knew she wanted it, but was going through the final up front process of admitting it.
"You know what that would mean right?" He asked and again she nodded, but he knew she needed to say it so he pushed her to. "Tell me what that means." He said staring straight into her lustful eyes.
Katy looked up at Alex and took a deep breath before replying. "It means I become your submissive slut sir." Katy responded, having done a bit of online research on bulls, cucks, and dominate men after learning more about Alex.
"And?" Alex pushed her to go on.
Another deep breath from Katy as she replied, "you also make my husband your submissive slut to sir." She responded, knowing his goal was to make the couple submit together, something she started to love the more and more she imagined it.
Alex smiled at Katy, slowly moving his arm to her lower back and pulling her in tightly to his body. "Do you want your new sexual master to help you out with that?" Alec asked her as her head was now in his chest, her chin almost digging into him as she looked up at him.
Her eyes said yes first, and her reply agreed after that. "Yes master." She said first, feeling sparks throughout her body from saying that and being so close to him. Her boobs pressed against him, and his cock starting to get harder and harder as she felt it close to her.
"Good because if you're a good girl and listen, we can make this happen very soon." Alex told Katy. Another sensation of lust flowed over her being called a good girl, something she didn't know she licked, but definitely wanted to hear him say that again.
"Yes master." Katy replied again. "How will you help?" She asked wondering.
Alex smiled at her, knowing he came up with a new plan the night before, one he thought would work a bit better than just showing her videos and picture of Greg serving him.
"I think I can help convince your husband that not only is he right that you need a better sexual partner to be satisfied, but to also realize that he is best used to watch, clean up, and be used for mine and yours pleasure." Alex told her. Katy getting hornier and hornier with each sentence, along with feeling Alex getting harder and harder against her.
Katy now had a bunch of questions and it slipped out sloppily. "How? When? Do you know him? Where?" Was all Katy got out before she felt Alex's finger press against her lips to stop her. His hand still on her lower back, Katy wanting it so badly to explore her turned on body.
"All you need to know is that I got his number and we had a small talk, something I think may help open his eyes to how he can help you." Alex told her.
Katy began to panic a little, wondering when they talked, wondering if that is why Greg suggested being ok with seeing her with another man.
Alex could tell she was starting to worry so he continued on, "he knows nothing of our conversations, only that I am a co worker. I have seen his pictures from your office, so when I saw him picking up dinner the other night, we talked a bit and before leaving he asked for my number."
He looked down at Katy who looked less worried and now more intrigued on his story so he continued on. "I was surprised when he text me later and he wondered if you were happy at work, which led to him admitting he may not please you as well as he should." Alex said and saw a confused look on Katy's face wondering how the conversation would lead to that.
"Well as you can tell with your own experience, it's quite easy for people to open up about these things to me." Alec said still holding her tight and their eyes still connected. Katy hanging on every word he said.
"Before the conversation got to in depth, I suggested a face to face conversation which he agreed to but said would be hard as he didn't want to admit it to you, as he worries you will be worried about someone knowing your not getting the pleasure you deserve." Alex told her making sure to end on a high note.
Katy stood there stunned. She wanted so badly this morning to be this close to Alex, and now that it was happening she felt she was only halfway enjoying it as the story kept taking her for ups and downs.
"But now I need you to do something for me." Alex told her, Katy's worried pushed to the side as she hoped it involved sexual pleasure.
"Yes master." She said seductively looking up at Alex.
"I want you to text Greg and tell him you will be working overtime tonight." Alex told her, Katy gave him a confused look but as he let go of her body, she slowly pulled back and pulled her phone out and sent a text to Greg saying she was working late tonight.
"I did it." Katy said as she put her phone down, realizing a good chunk of their alone time has now passed.
Alex smiled. "Good, now comes the interesting part." He told her and again grabbed her and pulled her in tight, this time his hand was placed just above her plump ass, and her boobs smashed even tighter against him.
"What's that master." Katy said looking up at Alex.
Alex only smiled as one moment Katy's notification on her phone came on, and seconds later one came to his phone. He kept Katy close and leaned and grabbed his phone and smiled before putting it back down.
"Seems your husband has some free time to talk tonight." Alex said with a naught grin.
Instantly Katy was a bit sad as she was hoping the time would be spent with her and Alex alone, but she also was now very interested in what he seemed to have planned out.
"Are you going to meet him?" Katy asked.
Alex looked down at her and smiled as he finally started to move his hand from just above Katy's plump ass, to now having a handful of it and squeezing it before he replied.
"He will come over to my house tonight." Alex told her.
Katy could feel how hot her body is now, she wanted Alex so bad, but also knew they didn't have the time or privacy to do so.
"And then what?" Katy asked.
"Well that depends on what you want to happen." He told her with a smile.
"I want him to do it." Katy said.
"Do what?" Alex teasingly asked her, and quickly spanked her ass cheek.
"Mhmmmmmm." Katy moaned into Alex's chest. "I want him to submit to you master." She said and looked up at him.
A huge smile covered Alex's face as he looked down at Katy. "Good, because you're going to be in the house to hear it all go down." He told her and saw a shocked and excited look cover her face.
"You will hide in the guest room, and let it all play out. Once he is gone, we can talk and figure out the next steps." Alex said, Katy so turned on by him and the plan she nodded her agreement quickly.
Happy that she agreed, Alex slide his hand on her ass to under her skirt and continued to feel her until he got to her wet underwear. Still just staring at her, he slide the underwear to the side and slipped a finger into her soaking pussy. Katy pushing her face into his chest as she moaned.
Alex only teased her for a moment before pulling out his finger and sliding it into Katy's mouth. Which she sucked and licked clean as sexy as she could.
Before she left his office, he told her to not talk to Greg about anything yet, and that she would follow him I. Her car later to his house, but she would park in the garage to hide her car, something she quickly agreed to.
Katy left Alex's office, feeling like her face was flushed with blood and quickly returned to her office. Her mind wondering what she was going to see, and how the evening would all play out. Greg wouldn't really submit to Alex that easily and quickly right? Or was Alex really right about Greg and he did just want Katy to be satisfied, even if it is by another man.
The only thing she knew for a fact was that it was going to be an extremely long wait until the end of the work day.
Greg's day on the other hand was filled with pure excitement. He was a bit surprised when Katy messaged him quickly into her work day that she needed to work late that evening, but figured something must need to be worked on from her most recent trip.
He didn't even hesitate in texting Alex that he would be free that evening. Especially since his conversation with Katy on Saturday night about expanding their sexual experience, Greg had been excited to tell Alex while he served him.
Greg worried for a bit as it took Alex about 30 minutes to get back to him, but was again horny and happy when Alex said he was free and that Greg should come over cleaned out and ready to go by 5:30pm. That worked perfectly for Greg and said he would be there on time and ready.
After they decided the time, Alex asked him if he wanted to try a little role play game which Greg agreed to. Over the next several messages Alex laid out his idea to Greg. They would pretend they really don't know each other and that Alex works with Greg's wife. Greg will admit to Alex he doesn't please his wife, and will agree to let Alex dominate him if he will fuck his wife and give her the pleasure he can't.
Since it is already very close to what they already do, Greg quickly agreed and also thought it was a very hot idea. Not realizing though that it was all part of Alex's plan. Alex would have Katy hidden away in his guest room, listening to him dominate Greg for the 'first time' and hearing him beg for Alex to fuck Katy. He knew that would break all her hesitations and worried and allow her to fully submit to him.
Greg did end up asking Alex if he should bring a pair of his wife's underwear, which Alex told him he didn't need to, as he had a pair already planned out and he knew Greg would like the selection.
By the time 4:00pm came around, Greg, Katy, and Alex were all ready for their evenings, but only Alex knew the full extent of it all, making him eager to finish off his plan.
Katy and Alex left as normal, separately from the building, but Alex waiting to pull out of the parking lot until Katy was behind him. He gave her his full address before they left just in case she wasn't able to follow the whole way over.
The drive over took a while due to traffic, but the long drive was finally over as she pulled into the open garage at 4:40pm. Her mind having spent the last 40 minutes convincing herself to calm down, and holding back from asking Greg anything more as he was even texting her while she drove to Alex's.
He told her he planned on just hanging out at the house until she got home, making her a bit mad he was lying, but also realizing she was in no place to judge as she was going to be in the same place as her husband.
Katy got out of the car and Alex walked with her inside his house through the garage. Katy felt nervous walking into his house, not because she was scared, but that it meant that it was all really happening. She thought this morning maybe she would at least be able to suck Alex in his office today, but now she was going to be hiding in his guest room while he attempted to get her unknowing husband to submit.
After the quick tour, Katy listened to Alex as he let her in on what he had planned for when her husband arrived. He showed her his couch and how it was perfectly positioned for him to sit down and a willing cock sucker to please him, all while the cock suckers back was to the guest room. Telling Katy once Greg started sucking him she could peak out and watch.
"You really think he is going to give in and suck you tonight?" Katy asked, and just as she finished her sentence her eyes went big at what she saw.
Alec heard her question and quickly slipped his pants and boxers off, showing his almost fully hard cock. "You think someone can turn this down when they are horny?" He asked a wide eyed Katy.
"Fuck no!" Katy quickly answered and her eyes went big again as she realized she really said that out loud. Katy also trying to hold back as now that she saw his cock in person she really wanted it.
She just stood there as he walked to the bedroom. As he got to the door he told her to follow and she did. Katy got to the room and was a bit sad as she saw Alex putting on a pair of shorts. Her smile came back though as he pulled off his work shirt and changed into a basic t-shirt. Seeing his toned body and amazing smile like that really was turning Katy on, and she could feel that her underwear was once again wet.
Alex got his shirt on, and walked to his dresser, opened it up, and pulled out a bottle of lube which he threw on the bed. He turned to Katy and said, "take off your underwear."
Katy instantly got excited, wondering if Alex was going to fuck her right then and there. She slowly slide her hand under her skirt and slid the red satin underwear off and held it up.
"Good now place it on the bed next to the lube." Alex told her and she did so but with a quizzical look.
"Your husband will be wearing them when I fuck him tonight." Alex told her.
Katy again was shocked. "You're going to fuck him?" She asked.
Alex smiled and replied. "Yes I'm going to fuck him in your panties while he begs me to fuck you." He said.
"But won't he wonder how you got them?" She asked quickly.
"I'm not going to directly say they are yours, just someone I work with who is a very needy and desperate slut." Alex said with a naughty smile.
Katy knew that sounded so bad and wrong, but every word turned her on. She felt her phone vibrate as she silenced it already to make sure she stayed hidden later, checking and seeing that it was Greg, telling her he loved her and that he missed her. She started to wonder if maybe Alex got the wrong person, that thought was squashed as Alex got a text a moment later saying Greg was 5 minutes away.
Alex took Katy to the guest room and told her again to just stay there no matter what through it all, and that they would talk once Greg left. She hoped she could do that as she didn't know how she would react if she actually saw her husband sucking Alex, or even getting fucked by him, but she wanted to get through the whole evening as planned.
The two kept going over everything and when it would be clear for Katy to get a glimpse, and finally the knock at the door came. Katy's body tensed up for a moment at the sound, but instantly felt Alex's hands on her hips and he pulled her into him again. A short but amazing kiss followed, calming Katy, and making her feel her pussy start to drip down her as her underwear was off.
Alex left the room, leaving the door only slightly open and the lights off. Luckily since it was in a part of the house that didn't get sun in the evening, it was very dark in the room. It was never a room Greg looked into or mentioned when they played previous so Alex knew it would be a safe spot.
As Greg stood at the door, he calmed his mind, remembering to play in character as Alex told him earlier. A fun role play where they pretend to not know each other, but Greg submits and offers up his wife.
The door opened and the fun game began.
"Hey Greg, glad you could come by." Alex said.
"Thank you, Alex. You have such a nice house." Greg said as he entered, playing it up as he had been to the house numerous times before.
"Let's go in the living room and talk." Alex said.
"Works for me." Greg said and followed Alex to the living room like he had done dozens of times before. This time having to remember to actually sit on the couch and not just get straight to his knees.
The role play conversation started with Alex telling Greg to break down why he thought he didn't please his wife. Greg went on to tell Alex pretty much his exact story as it fit the role play perfectly. How his wife is gorgeous, sexy, and thick, but he only seems to give her a bit of pleasure and it's only from oral.
Next, Alex asked if he knew of any ideas to fix that. Greg replying that he was unable to be the dominate lover she desired and that he cums very quickly when they fuck even when he tried to hold out. Telling Alex again that he loves his wife so much and just wants to make her happy and satisfied.
That's when the role play turned up a lot when Alex asked if Greg ever thought about allowing Katy to be satisfied by other men. Greg replying that if she wanted to and would still love him, that he would be ok with it as long as she was satisfied as she desired.
"Is that why you are here?" Alex asked Greg.
"Yes." Greg said with his head hanging a bit low pretending to be shamed, when in reality he wanted that so badly.
"You want Katy to fuck another man don't you?" He asked a bit louder, making sure Katy would hear from the guest room.
"Yes." Greg said a bit softly. Alex needed Katy to hear it though so he pushed Greg more.
"Don't say it softly. Really say it. Say what you want for your amazing wife!" Alex demanded of him.
"I want her to finally feel satisfied when she gets fucked! I can't do it but I know she needs it and wants it. I want to see her truly orgasm for the first time." Greg loudly pleaded.
Alex smiled and said, "and what would you do to make sure that happens?" He asked.
Greg's horny mind began to take over more and his desire started to spill out a bit. "Anything." He almost begged.
"Anything?" Alex replied back.
"Yes, please. I just want Katy to be satisfied." He begged loudly again.
"Then become my submissive slut, and I will make you and your wife sexual satisfied beyond your dreams." Alex told him.
"Your submissive slut?" Greg asked playing into the role again.
Alex smiled as he was now at the point of breaking it all open. He pulled down his shorts and his fully hard 7.5 inches cock stood out as he sat back on the couch.
"Yes you will suck my cock, and then I will take you into the room and fuck you." Alex told him, Greg trying his best to stay in the role, but seeing Alex's cock really made his distracted.
"And once I do that you will give Katy the satisfaction and pleasure she deserves?" Greg asked.
"Every chance I get." Alex said, and smiled as Greg slipped to his knees. Taking Alex's cock deep into his throat again, and while Alex loved how well Greg sucked him normally, he needed to put on a good show for the hidden Katy.
"That's it slut. Savor that first taste of your new master's cock." He told Greg and saw that he instantly slowed his pace, remembering to act like it was his first time.
"You are so big master." Greg said slipping the cock out of his mouth before licking it up and down slowly.
Alex smiled as he looked at the eager Greg licking his cock. "Taste it slut, put your master's cock into that mouth of yours. Maybe you can actually fully satisfy someone with it for once." Alex teased Greg and he started to take more into his mouth. Still trying to go at a slow new suckers pace, but his lust and desire wanting so much more.
He continued to suck Alex slowly over the next few minutes, and after a few teasing moments of him almost taking the whole thing in his throat, Alex grabbed the back of his head and shoved him all the way down. Making him gag as he didn't expect it, pulling back and saliva dripping down his face and chin.
"That's how a slut should look." Alex said. "You were so close to bottoming out, I just wanted to help you stretch that throat of yours."Alex finished.
Greg smiled up at his master before taking his cock back in his mouth and now sucking it like a true slut.
"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk!" Alex moaned. "That's it slut, suck the dick you want your wife to cum all over." Alex commanded.
Greg doing so and now back to his normal deep throat sucking of Alex. Taking him quickly and deeply hearing his breathing get more rapid and his insults slow as he could tell Alex was going to cum soon.
"You want me to cum deep inside your throat?" Alex asked.
Greg quickly pulled the cock out of his mouth to respond. "Cum wherever you want master, just please one day cum in Katy so I can lick it out of her." Greg begged and went back to sucking.
Moments later he heard a groan and felt Alex's cock twitch in his mouth. Ropes and ropes of cum hitting the back of his throat and sliding down. He slowly slipped Alex's cock out of his mouth as Alex recovered. Greg sat stunned when Alex leaned down and began to whisper in his ear.
"When you go to the bedroom, I want you to pretend like you're taking a shower to get cleaned out to really play up this first encounter." He whispered.
Greg didn't know why he whispered that, but he didn't care as the whole thing was so hot, and it meant he was going to get fucked soon.
Alex sat back up and loudly said, "great job for a first timer."
"Thank you master." Greg said with a smile.
"Now go to the bedroom. In the bathroom you will find a lot to clean your ass out. Do it and shower then meet me in the room." Alex told Greg a bit loud, and Greg hoped up and went to the master bedroom.
"It's the last room down the hall, and oh I left you something to wear." Alex told him as Greg walked off, Greg almost laughing as he knew where the room was of course, but with the role play it did make sense.
"Something to wear?" He asked, having a good idea of what it already was.
"Yes, I had a very naughty and kinky slut give me her underwear for you to wear tonight. Don't worry if it's a bit wet, she was fantasizing about my cock." Alex teased Greg.
Greg quickly walked into the room and saw the sexy pair of red satin underwear. He grabbed them and instantly felt how wet they were, figuring they must have been soaked if they came off the woman a while ago and still so wet. He took them into the bathroom and turned on the shower, playing along with the role play.
He is already cleaned out so he just stared a bit at the wet panties. Thinking they would look so good on Katy if she wore stuff like that, hoping that maybe with their talks and more break thru's he could see her in something like this.
Greg slipped them on and looked at himself in the mirror as he waited, not having a clock made it hard, but he felt he needed to wait a bit longer to make it really seem like he did what he was supposed to.
Katy's heart was racing hard until she heard the door to the bathroom shut. She panicked thinking Greg would open the door to the guest room on his way to Alex's room, but luckily Alex told him the correct door.
She jumped and almost gasped as Alex came into the guest room. His smile as he entered the room only growing bigger as he saw Katy. The clothes on her body having fallen off just like his had.
"Seems you enjoyed the show." Alex said quietly.
Katy blushed and looked down at her body before responding. Her skirt, blouse, and bra all on the floor. Her fingers and thighs dripping from her pussy juices, and her nipples bright red from squeezing them as she watched on. Alex knew that though as he saw her watching as Greg was sucking him, Katy slowly fingering herself as she watched on from the door.
"I can't believe that all happened." She said quietly to start. "But I guess you were right." She finished.
"Just wait, you haven't even really heard him beg yet." Alex said with a smile.
"Really?" The naked Katy asked.
"Yes, he will be begging for me to cum inside you very shortly." Alex teased with a wink. "Now stay quiet and enjoy the rest of the show." He said and walked his stunning naked body out of the room, back to fully hard from looking at Katy's fully naked body. He wanted so bad to just take her in the room and fuck her then, but wanted to finish his plan.
When Greg walked out of the bathroom with only the sexy red satin underwear on, he went to the bed and got on all fours. Alex smiled and looked at the eager slut.
"Once you give me your ass, you're my slut for good, and I will make sure to fuck Katy as hard and often as possible." Alex told him.
Greg turned his head back to look at Alex. "Thank you master. Fuck me and take my place in pleasuring my wife." Greg begged.
Alex smiled and playfully slapped Greg's ass. "You seem to look right at home wearing that pair of underwear." Alex said to him.
"It's definitely different." Greg said playing up the newbie role again. "But if it means you will fuck my wife that I'll wear them anytime you want." Greg begged, loving the feel of the panties and also loving how he could still feel the previous wearers juices.
Alex slowly started to lube up Greg's ass. Playing again into the role that he was new to this. Greg also playing along as he moaned loud and pleasuring as Alex continued to stretch him out. He clenched a bit tighter to make it more real on stretching him. Finally after a long ten minutes Alex asked him if he was ready to give his ass up for the first time.
"Just be gentle." Greg playfully begged.
"Is that how you want me to fuck Katy? Gently? Or should I fuck like a real man fucks a needy slut?" Alex commanded and slapped Greg with some force.
"Ohhhhhh." Greg moaned and turned to look at Alex. "Fuck me hard master. Show me how you will fuck my wife and make her orgasm over and over again." Greg begged.
Alex smiled and grabbed his cock and lubed it up. This part he knew would be fun as he was going to just bottom out in Greg and make Katy hear his moans of pleasure. He slipped the head of his cock into Greg's ass and he let out a loud moan, and instantly turned even louder as Alex shoved the rest in and he was bottomed out.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ffffuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!!!!!!" Greg moaned as he felt every inch of Alex deep inside him so quickly. Alex slowed his thrusts a bit letting Greg get loosened up, and then really turned it all on.
"Take it all you slut." Alex said.
"I will master!!" Greg begged. "Yes fuck me like a slut. Make me watch you fuck my beautiful wife." Greg begged.
Alex spanked Greg again, looking at his ass, now almost matching the color of the panties he still has on.
"Oh I will. You will beg me to cum deep inside her so you can lick it all out." Alex told him while still pounding away, Greg giving off moans of pleasure as it happened.
"I'll eat your cum out of her as much as you both let me master." Greg begged.
"I know you will slut. Maybe I should send her home from work each day with a nice little treat for you to lick out of her." Alex teased Greg and spanked him hard once again.
After another moan Greg started to feel his own orgasm rise. The thought of Katy coming home and him eating her pussy for Alex's cum really turned him on, now wishing that the role play was real and Alex did work with Katy.
"Your juices would taste so great together master." Greg barely got out between moans of pleasure.
"Just think, maybe next time she works late it will because she is being bent over my desk, begging me to fuck her, begging me to make her feel pleasure and satisfaction that your little dick can't give her." Alex told him, spanking Greg once more, and all of that combined making Greg cum again without being touched. The wet panties only getting more soiled.
Alex spanked Greg again, feeling his own orgasm closing in again. "Beg me to cum in you slut." Alex demanded of Greg.
"Please, please master!!! Cum in me!! Make me your slut and fuck me and my wife. Own us sexually, make us please you anywhere and anytime. Make me watch you give my wife the pleasure my little cock can't." Greg begged, really turning on Alex and with a few more hard and deep thrusts, he was cumming deep inside Greg.
"Yes, yes!" Greg moaned as he felt Alex unload into him. "Cum deep inside me like you with to Katy." He begged.
Alex smiled as he caught his breath. Looking at the naughty married slut on the bed he just pounded. His ass now slumped down and the underwear covering him, but Alex could see it starting to get wet from his cum leaking out.
"I think you may need to go so Katy doesn't beat you home." Alex said, bringing Greg back to the moment and realizing he was right, as he really didn't know when Katy would get home, his lust and desire making him forget all about that part.
Within moments he was out of the underwear, back in his clothes, and pretended to say thank you for his first time and telling Alex that he hoped he did fuck Katy at work tomorrow, finishing off the fun role play in his mind. He barely walked out of the door and he checked his phone, no messages from Katy yet so he felt a bit less worried. He sent a text saying he loved her and wondering when she would get home.
Just as he started his car and was heading home he got a text back saying she figured she would be home in an hour to an hour and a half. Greg smiled as that would give him time to shower, gets his clothes in the wash, and dry off the stain that will be on his seat from the leaking cum by the time he got home.
Katy heard the front door shut, and waited. She thought about just going straight out there but figured Alex would come when he knew the coast was clear. Naked, and extremely turned on she tried to distract herself grabbing her phone to check it. She almost laughed as she saw Greg just text her and she smiled as she replied. While it sounded very much that he enjoyed every moment of submitting, she couldn't help but feel loved with how much he begged for her to get pleasure.
She wanted to badly to finally fuck Alex, but after he just fucked Greg in the ass, she at least wanted to clean his cock off. Katy heard foot steps and saw Alex come into the room, naked once more, his cock somehow already half hard again, impressing Katy with his ability to get hard over and over.
"So?" Alex said with a smile.
Katy returned his smile and quickly walked forward grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the door to his bedroom. "We can talk in the shower, but we need to clean your cock off first." She said as her horniess took over.
"Hey I'm the one in charge here." Alex said laughingly as they entered his room.
Katy turned and smiled. "I know master, but I need to at least feel this cock in my mouth before I leave tonight." Katy said, really hoping for more than that.
Alex smiled. "We can work with that, but no fucking." He said and saw a hint of sadness on Katy's face. "I want the first time I enter you to be in front of that cuck husband of yours." He said, making Katy smile as she loved the idea now.
They hoped in the shower, Katy washing Alex as they talked. Her telling him how she felt so loved hearing Greg beg for her pleasure, but also so turned on and even jealous that it wasn't her getting fucked. Alex reminder her it wasn't her yet but will be soon, which made her stop cleaning and get her first taste of him in her mouth.
She sucked him for a few minutes before he was fully hard again. He pulled out to her dislike, and said we had a fun naughty plan. The two got out of the shower dried off and went back into the bedroom. Alex walking over and grabbing the underwear he just fucked Greg in and told Katy to put it on.
"But he came in it." She said.
"Yes, while getting fucked so I would fuck you." Alex told her making her realize she was going to do it either way. She slowly slipped them on, feeling the wetness on her pussy and ass from the juices of Greg and Alex.
Alex motioned for Katy to get to her knees which she did, pushing out her ass so Alex could see it as he towered over her. He grabbed her head and brought it to his cock.
"Since im waiting to fuck the other two holes, I'm at least going to pound the hell out of this one." He said and Katy got the hint as she opened her mouth wide just before he thrusted in.
Alex didn't waste anytime breaking Katy's throat in, her initial skills were better than Greg's when Alex first met him, but still lacked where he was at now. Though with the quick and rough training she was getting, and her longing desire to taste Alex's cum she was getting better quickly.
Within a few more minutes, and after a few breaks for Katy to catch her breath and body, she has taking all 7.5 inches down her throat and loving every moment of it.
"Yesssss slut!!!!" Alex moaned as he continued to fuck Katy's throat. "Your new master is going to cum, you better swallow it all like a good whore." Alex commanded. Katy listening well as once Alex exploded in her throat, she made she to swallow it all, and continue sucking his cock even while it started to go softer.
Alex pulled out of her mouth a couple moments later, smiling down at the very happy and naked slut. Thinking about how tomorrow he would be back at their place, fucking her over and over again while Greg watched.
Katy finally started to get up, slipping off the wet panties and smiling. "These definitely need a wash." She said.
Alex laughed hearing that. The two got dressed as they talked about the next steps. When Alex said he wanted to have Greg walk in on them, not only did Katy quickly agree, she suggested it be the next day after work. Alex slowly agreed and reminded her to play it cool that night and that Greg would probably be exhausted so don't push him.
Katy slipped back into the garage, grabbed the bag of clothes she was wearing that morning and changed before leaving Alex's. Still a bit bitter she didn't end up getting fucked, but she could tell it was soon, and the anticipation was only making her lust for it more.
As Alex said, Greg was exhausted and tired when she got home. She suggested an early night which he quickly agreed to, also noticing that he was wearing boxers, shorts, and sweats to bed. Katy had to hold back commenting on it and even laughing as she figured he was trying to make sure he didn't leak anymore from Alex's cum deep inside him.
It took a while as her mind was still raving, but Katy finally got to sleep, wanting to make sure she was well rested for the new experience that tomorrow was going to bring.
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Mature
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I've grown up in a small town (population 20,000 or so). There are both good and bad things about that, but ultimately it is what it is: I didn't have a lot of choice in the matter. I had graduated high school 4 days ago, and my 18th birthday had been a week before graduation, so I had two reasons to be feeling good. Come fall, I would be attending the local college one town over, but I would be taking my classes online: I just didn't feel like leaving my comfortable space. In the meantime, I was planning to just chill and enjoy the summer.
It was a pleasant morning as I walked into the grocery store at 10:04 a.m. I picked out a candy bar and went through the self-checkout. As I was standing around outside, scarfing down the bar, I saw Martha, the mother of one of my fellow high school graduates, emerge from the store, struggling to carry about six bags worth of stuff. She didn't head for the parking lot: she turned towards the sidewalk. Was she really planning on walking all that stuff home?
I stepped over to her. "Need some help?"
She smiled at me. "Thanks, Jimmy." I took four of the bags from her, and started walking with her towards her house, which was about a ten-minute walk away. "My car's in the shop today, and I didn't realize quite how much stuff this would be."
"Glad to help, Martha," I replied. We chatted pleasantly on the way back to her place. I'm no athlete, but I'm tall, toned and have short red hair and what the girls at the school called a ruggedly handsome face, which I keep clean-shaven. Martha was six inches shorter than me, and her frame had filled out over the years. When I first met her, back when her son and I were both six years old, she had been a trim brunette. Now some salt was starting to creep into her hair and she had a plump chest, a thicc body and a soft, round butt. I happen to like women who have some meat on their bones, and I think she caught me stealing a glance or two at her. I definitely caught her stealing several glances at me.
We got to her house, and she asked me to come inside and help her put the groceries away. "My husband is at work all day, and as you know because he's your friend, my son has already moved out to the next town, gotten a job at the college and they're giving him free room and board as long as he stays a full-time student." I accepted, and she locked the front door behind us. While putting things away, she deliberately bent over and stuck her ass, covered by a very short skirt, practically up against me. I could see that she was wearing white panties. She also leaned forward so I could look down her shirt and see her bra-covered chest. I made sure to brush against her a time or two, so she could feel my hard cock through my jeans. The groceries were put away in a few minutes.
"Let's not waste more time," she giggled. "Come to the bedroom with me."
After pit stops, we headed for the master bedroom, hastily removed our clothes, and climbed onto the bed. Martha pulled me in for a long lover's kiss. After we broke for air, she asked if it was my first time. "In a bed, yes," I explained. "At the graduation party one of the young ladies dragged me into a closet, bent over, lifted her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties, and I stuck it in, fucked her hard, pulled out at the last instant and blasted cum on her butt. It was the first time for both of us."
"Beds are much more comfortable," Martha giggled. "You can take your time." With that, she directed me to kiss down from her lips. I did so, moving slowly to her neck. She made little squeals when I kissed the part of her neck near her shoulder. I moved across and found that the other side of her neck was just as sensitive. When I kissed down towards her chest, it looked huge up close. "E-cups," Martha said, reading my mind. I softly groped them with my hands as I kissed tentatively through her cleavage. Martha gave me a smile, and I moved my lips up to her nipple. She nodded, and I began suckling, switching between her breasts every minute or so -- that way they both got attention. Her breathing deepened. I suckled with more intensity. Martha began shivering. I wrapped my arms around her, groping her big, soft butt. She moaned and wrapped her arms around my head, securing it in place. I licked and teased her big nipple with my tongue, and she gasped. I flickered my tongue across it, and her entire body shuddered as she let out a lustful screech.
"I haven't cum just from having my tits sucked in a long time," she said. "That was... amazing."
She produced four silk scarves and tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts, leaving me spread and exposed. "My turn to make you cum," she grinned.
She got between my legs and gently rubbed my balls until my cock was fully hard. "When I was in college, and used to party, I loved sucking on a cock until I would make it cum down my throat," she grinned. "Having your hot young body in my bed is making me feel like a college girl again."
"I'm glad," I replied. Then she started kissing the tip of my cock, and I made soft moans of pleasure. She stuck out her tongue and licked all around the head, continuing to gently rub my balls. Then she opened her mouth and slid her lips around my rod. I shivered as she sucked and licked the bulb. Her mouth opened wider and she took most of my shaft in, sliding her tongue up and down along it. I started panting with excitement. She slid her head all the way down and opened her throat to accommodate the head of my cock. My thighs tensed and my pole twitched and pulsed. She lashed her tongue vigorously up and down and massaged my balls with greater force. With a gasp, I started blasting jets of cum into her eager throat. She sealed her lips around the base of my dick and swallowed every drop before lifting her head up.
I lay still and spent. She untied my limbs and pulled me against her, placing my head between her massive orbs. I dropped into a doze.
When I woke, she climbed off the bed and bade me to follow her to the kitchen. We each had a sandwich. The wall clock read 12:57.
"I want more of you," she grinned. As she walked in front of me back to the bedroom, she jiggled her naked, juicy ass at me. "See something you like, stud?"
"Yes, I do."
She giggled. When we got back to the bedroom, after making pit stops, she again bound me to the bed. Then she positioned herself so she could lower her plump butt towards my face.
"Is the view even better from up close?"
"Yes, it is."
She shifted her position slightly. "Stick out your tongue," she told me. I did, and she began sliding her pussy lips along it. I noticed a small nub seem to pop up and gave it an experimental lick.
"Good boy. That's called a clitoris, clit for short. Keep licking it."
"Yes'm." I continued licking the nub, and her body started shivering. She positioned herself so I could easily tongue her. I could see her thighs visibly tense and heard her making soft moans. I began moving my tongue in a circle around the nub. She gasped with excitement. I tongued her more firmly and she shuddered. She shifted her position so my tongue was between her pussy lips. She was very wet. I lapped up her leaking juices. She clamped her thighs around my skull and trembled. I swirled my tongue around, and she let out a lust-filled screech. Her honey flooded my face.
She lifted herself up. "Great job. You made me cum by eating out my pussy. Now I want your cock inside me. After my husband and I had Ken, I got my tubes tied and he got snipped -- one is plenty." She repositioned her body and lowered her pussy onto my already hard dick. "I do love how quickly young men recover. In college, I could take a frat boy home at 9 p.m. and make him cum three times by 2 a.m."
"So, you want me to cum inside you?"
"I'm going to ride you until I make you cum inside me, handsome."
I nodded. That sounded good to me. Martha placed her hands on my chest for balance and began slowly sliding up and down on my pole. I lay still, enjoying the feel of her pussy around my dick. She gradually built a smooth rhythm. I began instinctively moving my hips to match her. She shivered through an orgasm, then resumed her pace. Now every time she slid down, she gave my cock a squeeze with her internal muscles. I let out soft moans. She sped her movements and began squeezing my rod a bit harder.
"I love how your dick starts twitching and throbbing as you get close," she purred. I merely gasped in reply, as I could feel the cum rapidly building up in my balls. Martha locked her legs around my hips and squeezed with more intensity. I shuddered and my body tensed. She continued to ride me.
"Go ahead, boy," she murmured huskily. "Cum for mama. Fill me with your hot, sticky juice."
I gasped as my cock began squirting. She expertly milked my balls completely dry with her skilled pussy. When my cock started softening, she climbed off me and unbound me.
"Good boy," she whispered. She held me against her soft body. I dropped into a doze.
When I woke, she and I climbed out of the bed and got dressed. "You'd better go out the back when you leave," she said. "Don't want the neighbors being nosy."
"I wouldn't mind doing this again," I told her.
"I'd like that a lot," she replied. "But I don't want it to be a case of sneaking around. I want to be able to see you openly." She frowned for a moment, then it was like a lightbulb going off above her head. "I think tonight I'll have a chat with my husband. I know he's been wanting to fuck his hot young secretary. Maybe we can work out a deal."
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"swallowing",
"brunette",
"older woman",
"big tits",
"big ass",
"tit sucking",
"blowjob",
"facesitting",
"cowgirl",
"creampie"
] |
The Pacific Vacation Pt. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-pacific-vacation-pt-03
| 4.36 | null |
Taboo/Incest
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Chapter - 3
Amrita's vacation was ending soon and we weren't done fucking each other. We decided not to go for anymore events at the resort and just spend the last couple of days eating and fucking. I shot my cum into her mouth, her talented cunt and her heavenly asshole. If you remember, I had achieved the ability to reduce my refractory period and therefore stay hard as long as I want. Due to this I could fuck her for a long time until it was no longer physically possible for me and she took full advantage of my ability.
She made sure that all three of her holes were filled with my cum in each fuck session. In addition to my dick, my tongue and my fingers and even sex toys entered her three holes frequently. One thing she liked to do was squeeze my cum out of her asshole into my mouth. She used to have a wicked smile whenever she wanted to do it. She also forbid me from wearing condoms as she wanted to feel the warmth of my semen in her. We even drank each other's pee a few times while we were showering together. Sometimes I would bury my face in her ass during sleep so that I would start my day by licking her sweet asshole. In short we became inseparable mates. We wished that we could mate like this forever.
There was one last thing that was left to do before she left. Her room faced east and in the morning when the sun is up, she would want the blinds opened. The warm glow that comes into the room from the sun was the perfect setting for a morning fuck. We wanted to try that before we started packing her luggage.
It was Saturday morning, the last day of her vacation. Her flight was the next day. So on Friday night we planned our activity for the next day. In the morning after waking up we went to the bathroom to do our morning ablutions. We ordered coffee and had it. And we drank a lot of water. About half an hour later we looked at each other and sent a silent signal that we were ready.
Ammu dropped her robe and lied down on the bed naked. I opened the blind and let the sun grace her beauty. She kept shifting positions to get the whole body warm. I also stood against the sun naked and got my share of Vitamin D. After a few minutes I went towards her feet and looked at her. Her wicked smile came back as she lifted her right foot towards me. The bitch wanted me to worship her feet. Well... I already put my tongue in her asshole. So licking the feet wasn't a problem.
I held her foot with both hands and started sucking her toes one by one. Sometime later I took all 5 toes into my mouth and started sucking. My saliva was flowing down her foot. Then I started licking the sole of her foot from heel to toe. She giggled due to the tickling sensation. After worshipping her right foot I moved towards her ankle and shin and started worshipping them. From there I began kissing and licking her right thigh and moved towards the pussy. But this time I didn't want to tease her. After licking her thigh I went straight to the pussy and started sucking and licking it. While attacked her clitoris, I put one finger inside and stimulated her G-spot. She went ballistic and squirted within no time. My face was littered with her pussy juices and I didn't mind at all. I moved towards her left thigh now and repeated the process in the reverse directly going downward until I reached her left foot. I worshipped her toes and her sole just like I did with her right foot.
I asked her to lie down on her belly. I started licking my way up again but this time towards her ass. After reaching her ass I licked all over it and kneaded her ass cheeks and squeezed them for a while. Then I spread it and sniffed the intoxicating ass scent. We hadn't performed any enema or sanitization routine that morning. She just washed it with regular soap. I actually liked this aroma more than the sanitized one. This one was more feminine and highly inviting. Wasting no time, I started licking her asshole while listening to her moans of pleasure. I couldn't hold it any longer so while I licked her asshole, I reached down and started stroking my penis. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. But since I could stay hard even after cumming, it was fine.
With my cum laden hand I inserted a finger into her pussy and stimulated her G-spot while I tongued her asshole. She squirted again in a couple of minutes. Though I had given her several toe curling orgasms, she took every orgasm as a fresh one. She absolutely loved the pleasure.
I left her ass and went straight to her face and gave her an open mouthed kiss and we both started sucking face. We tongued each other and drank copious amounts of each other's saliva. All the while we caressed and squeezed each other's bodies. Since we drank a lot of water, we had started to sweat in the sun that was still coming through the large glass windows.
We assumed the Kamasutra lotus position and Amrita grabbed my penis and inserted into her vagina. I sat a little more close so that there was full penetration. We locked our mouth and our tongues started playing and we started moving our pelvic areas. It was a smooth, moderate paced sexual intercourse which was more about intimacy than orgasms. Our movements made us sweat even further and soon our bodies were gliding on each other. It was a new sensation and slowly our speed increased.
The electrifying sensation in our private parts started growing higher and higher until we both had an orgasm together. We pumped for a few more minutes and had another orgasm. The sun and the sweating was exhausting me but I pushed myself for another orgasm before we both collapsed. I let my penis go limp inside her vagina. Soon I pulled it out and watched the cum drip out of it. I went down and started eating her pussy with my cum in it and that gave her one more orgasm.
I started licking her body again because the intend of this exercise was to taste each other's sweat. I went from head to toe on the front and back of her body and licked every drop of sweat I could get. Her body was a salty paradise. I gave another good lick to her pussy and asshole and gave her another orgasm.
After getting all the pleasure Amrita asked me to lie down and returned the favor. She licked me clean from head to toe on both sides and I was turned on again. And then she did something she hadn't done before. She asked me to assume doggy position. She then spread my ass cheeks and started rimming me. Woah! The sensation! While tongued my asshole, she started rubbing my dick.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!" I had this really powerful orgasm and the white fluid just shot out of my dick again. She kept rubbing my dick and tonguing my asshole with the rubbing going even more vigorous. The pressure was building up again and it was going higher. I clutched my fingers on the bedsheet and my toes curled up tight. Ammu continued her onslaught.
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH..........!!!!!!!!
I roared like a lion! This was perhaps the most powerful orgasm that Ammu gave me. After all these shots my penis was probably just shooting thin liquid now. I didn't matter. I shot another load which fell on the bedsheet and I just collapsed and fainted while Ammu's face was still buried on my asshole.
Ammu got scared and she quickly took some water and sprinkled on my face. I woke up for a brief moment and she gave me some water to drink. I was probably dehydrated with all the sunny fucking and cumming. After drinking water I dozed off again. She immediately closed the blinds and turned on the air conditioner.
About an hour later I woke up. The body had cooled down but I was really exhausted.
"I am so sorry bhayya," she said as she hugged me.
"It's okay. Now we know what not to do in sex," I said and she agreed.
"Anyway, I think this is it. No more fucking. We will spend the rest of the evening packing your things and I will drop you at the airport tomorrow morning," I said and there was immediate sadness on her face. It was expected but all good things had to come to an end regardless of how we feel about them.
We had a normal shower without any sex. I couldn't get hard even if I tried due to the exhaustion and she was okay with that (at least acted like it).
We ordered brunch and ate it and got down to the packing process. After a few hours, her suitcases and carry on bag was packed. There weren't much souvenirs except for the ones she bought from the resort's souvenirs shop.
I wanted the last dinner to be memorable so we went to the beach restaurant near the resort and had a candlelight dinner with wine. There was also some traditional dance form performed by the natives.
At night we lay there looking at the ceiling. She will be back in India and I will have another week to spend here - alone. I didn't realize when I dozed off.
In the morning we both got ready. We had booked a taxi the previous night itself which arrived promptly. I took her to the Fa'a'ā International Airport. She hugged me before entering the terminal. I returned to the resort in the same taxi.
As I stepped into the resort I saw Noa.
"Oh hi again! I thought you were leaving when I saw you with those suitcases in the morning," she said.
"I was just sending my partner back. Her vacation time is over. I however have another week," I said.
"Oh dear..... that must be painful without a partner," she said.
"Yeah, it is..." I said.
"If there is anything I could do, please let me know," she replied.
I was in no mood to continue that conversation. I just thanked her and returned to my room.
I needed to have a drink and sleep off again.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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"cousin",
"pacific",
"vacation",
"tahiti",
"magical place"
] |
Sissy and the Divorcee, Pt. 01
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https://www.literotica.com/s/sissy-and-the-divorcee-pt-01
| 4.42 | null |
Transgender
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Dear Reader,
This story is told from the female's point of view. If you dream of being a woman, like I do, you may enjoy her perspective.
Sincerely,
Whippet
P.S. I've included a femboy fashion tip at the end.
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Lois and I became acquainted at an evening yoga class. We enjoyed chatting after the sessions. She told me that she was a single mom with a teenage son, while I related that I was recently divorced.
One night after class Lois seemed distraught. She needed someone to talk with. So, we walked to a nearby coffee shop and sat in a quiet corner booth.
"It's my son, Aaron," she said with tears welling up in her eyes. "I don't know what to do with him."
"Tell me what's wrong, Dear," I replied handing Lois a tissue from my purse.
"I'll show you, Tracy," she said while searching through images on her phone. "Here, look."
I was seeing a picture of a pretty school girl in a plaid skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was in pigtails tied with pink ribbons and she was smiling coquettishly.
"This is your son, Lois?" I asked.
"Yes, that's Aaron but he likes me to call him April."
This revelation touched something deep inside me. I had always been fascinated by sissy boys and I'd even fantasized about having a pansy of my own. Life would be sweet with a submissive boy in skirts performing household chores during the day and attending to my personal needs at night.
Now Lois was sobbing. So, I slid around next to her in our booth and let her cry on my shoulder. I hugged my friend and ran my fingers gently through her wavey hair.
"He's 18 and he just graduated from high school but he doesn't have any plans. He just wants stay at home and live as a girl."
I sympathized with my friend and at the same time I reasoned that this could work out well for all three of us.
"Lois," I said encouragingly, "I may be able to help."
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I drove to Lois's home the next Sunday afternoon. When she opened the door to me, April was hiding behind her. All that I could see was his flared skirt and the frothy petticoat peeking out from underneath. When Lois stepped aside to introduce us April ran away. A door slammed shut and I was left a bit dismayed.
"He's gone to hide in his room," sighed Lois. "Won't you please come in, Tracy?"
Lois led me to a cozy parlor where she invited me to sit on the sofa.
"May I offer you tea?" she asked pleasantly.
"I'd love a cup," I replied as brightly as I could.
Lois returned with a tea tray and served us. We sat side by side and chatted amiably for a while. Then she turned serious and apologized for April's rude behavior.
"I'm sorry that April ran away, Tracy," she said. "He isn't a bad boy but he's very insecure."
Lois began crying and I dabbed her moist eyes with my hanky.
"I understand, Lois," I replied sincerely. "I'd be frightened, too, if I were him."
Then I continued, "I think that April needs a woman in his life besides his mother."
"I know," she replied, "and I hoped that he'd accept you as a his friend."
"I still think I can be, Lois. What does April like to do besides dress in girlie clothing?"
Lois thought about that for a moment and replied, "He loves playing with his dolls."
"Well, let's try that gambit," I offered.
We walked down the hall to April's room. Then Lois spoke to her son through the closed door.
"April, Sweetie, Miss Tracy asked whether she could meet your dolls."
"Please, April," I affirmed in my sweetest voice. "I love dollies, too!"
"Do you really like dollies?" he replied suspiciously.
"Yes, Dear," I said, telling a white lie. "May I come in?"
"Only if Mommy comes with you," he said.
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When the door opened, I had my first good look at April. He was absolutely adorable in his poodle skirt, back-button white blouse and Mary Jane shoes. Lustrous curly hair and pink lip gloss added to his appeal along with the innocent look on his angelic face. I wanted to take him in my arms and squeeze him.
Instead, I kept my cool and remarked on how much I liked his room. The centerpiece was his frilly canopy bed with a duvet featuring unicorns and rainbows. The wall paper was a cheerful floral design, and there was a lovely doll house in one corner.
"It was all April's idea," said Lois perhaps a little chagrined.
"May I see your dollies, April?" I asked in a honeyed voice.
"Yes, Miss Tracy," he said happily. Then April took my hand in his and led me to the doll house. His pretty polished nails and soft touch left me breathless. We sat side by side on the floor. A fruity aroma wafted from April's hair. I was barely able to keep my hands off of him.
"This is Katrina," said April excitedly. He was holding up a doll dressed in a poodle skirt and white blouse that were identical to his.
"She's very pretty, April," I cooed, "Just like you, Dear."
"Thank you, Miss Tracy," he replied happily. I sensed that April was warming to me.
"I see that you and Katrina are wearing the same skirt and blouse," I remarked.
"Yes, Miss Tracy," said April brightly. "We wear the same undies, too."
April lifted Katrina's skirt and petticoats to show me that she was wearing miniature bikini panties trimmed with lace. Then he lifted his own petticoats.
"See, I'm wearing the same ones," he said coyly.
April's panties were indeed like the doll's. There was one big difference though and it was poking out above the waistband. I hadn't seen a stiffy since my divorce and I was spellbound!
Lois finally interrupted my revery, "Perhaps that's enough for today, April. I sure that Miss Tracy has other things to do."
"Okay Lois," I said reluctantly, "but may I say goodbye to your charming daughter?"
"Alright," said Lois. "I'll be right outside the door."
I stood and helped April to his feet. Then I embraced him warmly and spoke softly to him.
"I like you very much April and I want to be your special friend."
"I like you, too, Miss Tracy," he replied. "Would we wear matching outfits?"
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This story will be continued.
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Whippet's Fashion Tip
Gurls, I recommend shortening the straps of your garter belt until your stockings are tautly stretched. I love how tight nylons tug on my garter straps, especially when I'm walking in public places. Tight stockings and a pretty garter belts are confidence builders.
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"nylons",
"sissy",
"panty",
"garter",
"femboy",
"femdom",
"girdle",
"dominatrix",
"bra",
"dom"
] |
King and I
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https://www.literotica.com/s/king-and-i-1
| 4.83 | null |
Gay Male
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Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so feedback on writing, pacing, structure, or even like formatting would be much appreciated. Be warned, it ends before the end of the night, but my writing was dragging on and I needed to get it out. There are strong themes of degradation and humiliation in a consensual setting. It's loosely based on a real experience.
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I had always been solidly in the "straight" camp. All of my relationships were with women. When I downloaded dating apps, I was looking for dates with girls. I was no frat guy, but you wouldn't've mistaken me for that either with my long hair and nose ring. And to be fair... I wasn't unfamiliar to hooking up with guys. I had had a handful of experiences over the years with men, once in high school and a few times in college. These times were just exchanging head, exciting given the risqueness of a sucking cock or running my hands through the hair of a guy with his nose buried in his pubic hair. Once, after moving out to San Francisco, I had even gone all the way with a man from a dating app. This is that story.
His profile had been headless pictures of an absolutely ripped black guy, about five years older than me. Our messaging was hot. I could admit I was inexperienced and wasn't sure what I wanted and he was kind about it, assured me that he'd go slow, and the thought of turning on a hunk of a guy turned me on. Men acted differently than women in bed. Don't get me wrong, the sex I had with women was great, but two guys rubbing their bodies on each other had a carnal energy to it that I rarely saw with women. They thrusted, wanted it harder, wanted to push you into them. The yang/yang energy was palpable. No holding back or capping the raw sexual energy. Every encounter I had had with guys, they thought I was fucking hot. I would pull my dick out, and they were delighted. When they went down on me, they sucked like their life depended on it. They sucked like having a cock in their mouth was the best thing that could happen to them. Having my cock in their mouth was the best that that could happen to them.
So when I was messaging this black guy, who's name on the kik was just "King," that was what I was excited for. Unabashed sex with no inhibitions. Two sided sex appeal with someone who thought my body was infuriatingly erotic. Being admired and turning them on from it. And that was exactly what happened.
Even before we had started messaging I had been getting bolder. Guys liked sexy bodies, and I liked being sexy, so I ordered myself a single lavender pair of panties from a gay underwear site. It hugged my ass in the mirror and propped my package up into a satisfying bulge. Just slipping it on got me hard. I couldn't take a picture in it without straining against it, and King gushed over them. His text responses to them, dirty and drooling, made me leak, staining the lavender a dark purple.
King loved my body. I was in my late twenties with a toned body. Not overly muscular, but playing cardio sports through college and the few years afterwards left me very fit. My gym habit developed throughout that time, too. I finally nailed down my diet in the past couple years and started to gain some muscle on top of the figure that had burned down all my fat. An injury to my arm meant I had to resign myself to leg day every day for about half a year, which at the time was just an inconvenience. When I started messaging guys I learned that the ass it had given me was a sight to behold. An unexpected side effect but hey, I wasn't complaining. I was tall, standing around six foot, but King was even taller. His profile put him at six foot three. If my body was nice, his was chiseled. Strong arms, defined pecs, and a true six pack. His nipples stood out from his dark skin, and for the first time I thought about myself licking and sucking at a guy's chest. He had put in his time at the gym, and it showed. It made me nervous, but the pressure in my pants mixed that nervousness with excitement. I hadn't seen him totally naked yet, but it didn't matter. Whatever he had, I was going to like.
After about a week of texting, we discussed testing and logistics, and later that evening I drove to his apartment complex, thong clinging my ass, dick hard the entire drive. I cleaned myself out beforehand, not knowing I was going to need it, but hey, I wanted to cover my bases just in case. I had read online that it was the right thing to do. It had been years since I had been with a guy, and I didn't want to mess up something basic. My heart pounded as I walked up to the door. I knocked, and he answered shirtless. He welcomed me into the dimly lit living room and we immediately started making out. I remember my hands squeezing his pecs and arms, having my ass pulled at, my face grabbed while we kissed, nipples licked, dick squeezed through my tight undies, groaning uninhibitedly. He was relentless. He had me stripped down to my underwear, and there I was, wearing nothing but a thong, making out with one of the most masculine men I had ever seen. He, too, was down to his boxer briefs at this point. Eventually, he broke away, smoothly walking to a nearby couch. He signaled for me to sit me on his thigh with a pat of his hand. I gulped, feeling timid, and paused. He smiled back sweetly. I was still worried, but it was comforting.
After several seconds, I walked over. I swung one leg over, planted my ass on his leg, and draped my arms over his shoulders. He pulled me in for a long, wet, slow kiss, and guided one hand to his crotch. Even though I hadn't seen it yet, his cock felt so full through his sweatpants. I rubbed it as we made out, his tongue exploring my mouth, my hips grinding on his massive leg. When had I started grinding on him like that? His thick thigh felt huge beneath me, and I could feel it pressing between my ass cheeks, a place that didn't get much attention in all my other hookups. I had gotten that unabashed sex I had wanted, but a tension was still within me. Was I really doing this? Was I really hooking up with this huge, jacked black guy? Was I going to keep letting him take the lead, taking me god knows how far tonight? I wasn't sure if I would, but I could tell I wanted to.
He pulled my thong down, hooking it under my shaft and above my balls. My dick twitched as it became naked in the air. I gasped at the cool sensation, but kept grinding. With two fingers he gently, slowly rubbed the exposed underside of my cock as I kept grinding. "Fuck..." escaped from my lips at his first touch to my cock came. I thought my cock was harder than it had ever been before. His movement was slow and gentle.
"Inexperienced yet so eager," he teased, breaking the silence. We hadn't spoken much yet, though there had been plenty of gasps and moans that had occurred.
Despite my body's obvious reaction, I still felt shy.
"You... you make me feel good." I muttered back.
"I like how you hump my leg like that. Very slutty." I whimpered. Slutty? I'd never been called "slutty" before. I could've been offended... but I undeniably liked it. I didn't respond to him.
"Do you like being called a slut? Do you like dirty talk?" He asked with a kind directness. It helped. I might've been afraid to admit it to myself, but it made me feel like I could admit it to him. I nodded slowly, unable to refuse how my body was burning. His other hand found my right nipple and gently toyed with it.
"Tonight, I'm going to show you how much of a slut you can be." I shuttered at the sexiness. How much of a slut could I really be? Was I ready for it? My cock was clearly enjoying it. When I pulled my panties on before I drove over, was I ready then? My nipple felt a hard pinch. My voice buckled and gasped at the sudden feeling, at an embarrassingly high pitch.
"I love those moans, boy. Keep 'em coming." My gasps, shallow, frequent, and desperate, continued as his face descended on my chest. The wetness made me more sensitive as he flicked his tongue across my nipple. He sucked and played with it, sinking me deeper into a submission, finding it harder and harder to keep any barrier between the reaction of my body and the girly way I was vocalizing it. My hand had found its way to the back of his head, pulling him into me. His hand had left my cock, roaming from my back, arms, and side, until it found my ass. He groped it, giving it a light slap, encouraging it to keep moving. Fuck, I was so turned on.
"Suck my tongue, boy, and keep grinding on me," he commanded, pulling away from my nipple.
"Think about rubbing your hole on me as you do it." I did as instructed, licking and sucking on his tongue as if I was pleasuring it. His other hand joined the first on my ass, and my lower body kept moving, now more due to his hands pushing and pulling me than my own movement. My lavender panties were still pulled down under my shaft, my dick standing out at attention as it leaked, occasionally poking his side and leaving a smear. I had almost forgotten how unprepared I had felt before I had showed up. I was more and more willing to do anything King wanted me to
King pulled away from our kiss. I caught my breath and leaned back, putting my hands behind me on his knee. His arms roamed my body, feeling my arms, grabbing my chest, even squeezing my thighs, in a sensual moment. Much more slowly, and more automatically, I kept moving my hips.
"How are you doing?" He asked softly. I looked back at him, taking him in. He had a wide nose and short cropped haircut. His goatee was trimmed, with a short, neat mustache I had been feeling while we kissed. His eyes were easy, giving his question a gentleness that wasn't present a few moments ago. He was handsome.
"Good... good," I managed to stagger out. "I'm very turned on," I coyly admitted.
"I can tell," he responded with a chuckle. "You seem to like the dirty talk."
"I, uh..." I started. I looked away. I did like it. Obviously. But vocalizing that took another round of courage. King was patient, waiting for me to respond on my own time. "I really like it. I like letting myself be turned on by hearing all this dirty stuff. It's sexy how sexy you think I am."
He smiled back at me. "You are sexy. I hope you realize what a good looking guy you are. And this ass" - he put both hands on my ass, giving them a squeeze and a shake - "is to die for."
I bit my lip. Fuck it was hot when he grabbed my butt. The way he pulled it open sent shivers down my spine.
"It's fun to be the object of attraction. Usually I'm the one doing all the 'being attracted.'" It was an overgeneralization, obviously I only slept with people who were attracted to me, but it was the way they expressed it that was different from right now.
He laughed, a nice, real laugh. "You gotta sleep with different women!"
"You know what I mean!" I shot back, smiling.
"I do, I do." He leaned into and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him access, sighing as his lips touched my skin. "You also seemed to like the name calling..." he probed me further.
"I think it goes with letting myself go. Being a sex object and - ah!" King started nibbling on my earlobe. "Fuck..." I rasped out.
"Go on..." King whispered into my ear. "What turns you on about being a slut?"
I steadied my breathing, distracted by King's tongue. "It turns me on to just let go and be that turned on sex object. Especially because - oh!" King's tongue hit my inner ear. I sighed in pleasure, but wanted to finish my damn sentence. "Especially because I know it'll turn you on too. I can just sink into it and not care if it's depraved. I can just be a slut."
King retracted from my ear and met my gaze. "It does turn me on to turn you out. I like bringing it out of you. Showing this mostly straight boy how nice it is to play with a man."
"Yeah... the way you bring it out of me is really sexy too. You really know what you're doing."
I shyly looked away again, a little embarrassed. His hand found my chin, directed it towards him, and he kissed me deeply. I felt him suck my lip, then lightly bite it. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring, before mine met his, and they twirled around each other. He pulled away and looked down at my exposed erection, then brought two fingers down to my cock and collected a dollop of precum.
"You're like a faucet down here." he stated. He brought his hands up between us to where we could both see his fingers glisten. We stared at each other, and without looking away from me, he slowly and sensuously licked it off his own two fingers. My breathing got shallow. He then lowered his fingers back to my cock again and gathered another bulb of precum, but this time he brought it up to my face. I needed no instruction. I put both hands around his and drew it to my mouth. His fingers, thick and wet, went in my mouth as I tasted my own precum for the first time. It was slimy, a little sweet and a little salty. Now King groaned, clearly enjoying the work my tongue was doing as I lapped the gooeyness up, circling every side of his fingers to lick them clean. I stared directly at King and smoothly pulled them out of my pursed lips. King and I made eye contact again, his eyes focused and direct, mine potent and alluring. I could feel myself getting bolder.
"That's some good shit the way you lick my fingers." He told me.
I blushed. "Glad you like it," I said, feeling proud... it was fun turning him on.
"Now... is there anything else you want to suck?" He asked. I looked back at him, understanding exactly what he meant. I nodded, slow at first but then with a more enthusiasm, still shy despite my cock currently leaking onto him. "Use your words," he instructed.
I gulped. "I want to suck your cock." I stated, staring straight at him.
He raised an eyebrow. "You can ask better than that," he pushed me.
I wanted to impress but how far did he want me to go? I took a breath, remembering why I came here. That yang/yang energy. That unabashed sexuality. That thrusting, that hardness, that drunkenness from sex. I wanted it, and I was going to get it right now. I was going to take it.
I leaned forward, whispering in his ear. "I want to see your hard cock. I want it on my face. I want to taste it in my mouth." I went on, still a little nervous, still not sure of what I was saying, but my cock twitched at my perversion. My lips nibbled at his earlobe.
"More," he whispered back at me. I whimpered. More? How embarrassing was I supposed to get? How much more would he make me confess? His hands found my ass and squeezed. "Get filthy. Get slutty. Let go." Fuck. I was melting. This guy was turning my horniness to another level. I bit my lip. Fine. I'll fucking prove it.
"I want to worship your cock," I kept on in a hushed voice, straight into his ear. "You made me feel so good early and I want to return the favor. Can I lap at your balls, daddy?" I swallowed. My body knew what it wanted and I let it go, my mouth running like a tap. "Can I taste your sweet cum? Would you let me try to fit your fat cock down my throat?" It was fat, I was so sure of it from the feel of his bulge. "I'm nervous I might not be able to do it but would you let me try? I want to gag on it. I want it to fill up my throat." Fuck, I guess I loved begging.
"Climb down and get on all fours," King told me, finally satisfied with my pleading. "And put that cock away for now."
I did as instructed, stuffing my cock back into the lavender underwear, though at it's current state it hardly fit. I crawled off his thigh and down, in between his legs. Looking up at him, I stared at his still covered crotch. His cock strained against the underwear and my mouth watered. I was gonna be able to lick it soon.
"Can I see it, sir?" I asked. It was all just coming out now. Sir, Daddy, whatever, I was so turned on I felt like a different person. I was a horny slut. His horny slut.
He stood, hooked his thumbs in his waistband, and slowly pulled down. His gorgeous v line was revealed, the pants caught on his cock, then finally it sprang loose. It was huge. Hard and pointing at me at attention, with a beautiful, pinkish head. It was dark brown and veiny, with a gorgeous set of balls hanging far below it. I nervously gulped. There was no way I was going to be able to fit it down my throat. My lust and excitement was mixed with anxiety and a little bit of fear. I sat on my heels to bring my face up to it, eyes transfixed as it swung back and forth.
"Do exactly as I say. Nothing more, you understand boy?" I could only nod hurriedly in response. He stepped forward and placed his shaft on my face, with his balls on my chin and the head of his cock on my forehead. I didn't move, in shock of what was happening. There was a massive dick sitting on my face, and even more than that, my own cock was throbbing and my mouth watered. I wanted that thing so bad. I was annoyed that I couldn't try to swallow it right that moment.
"You look so pretty down there, boy. Lick the bottom of the shaft there. Treat it nice and go slow" he commanded, directing me to the bottom third of his cock above his balls.
I put my lips to it, finally getting to touch it on my own. I pushed them together and kissed it softly, then opened them slightly to suck his skin while the rest of his shaft stayed resting on face. My tongue came out, licking slowly up and down the bottom of his thick trunk, savoring his taste. It roamed with a mind halfway between mine and one of its own. It reached up one side, trying to get as far on to the top of the thick cock as it could, coating the shaft with saliva. My hand reached down to squeeze my cock through the lavender panties. I was finally getting to play with the manhood I had been drooling for.
"I love your big cock, sir." I moaned.
"Fuck yeah you do. You look so damn good with it draped over your face. You're practically drooling. Stick that ass out." He responded. I arched my back, pushing my ass out as far as I could, while my mouth still clung to the underside of his cock. Anything to be sluttier. I hadn't ever acted like this before, but I loved doing it. Whatever he needed from me, I'd do it. He reached down and smacked my ass, which pulled something between a gasp and moan out of me. He chuckled and did it again, spanking the other cheek. I gasped again. "Oh fuck daddy."
"You like being spanked too, little boy?" King taunted.
I hated and loved having to admit how much he was turning me on. "Yes, yes I love it." I spat out between breaths.
"Ha. So do I. Like I said, it's a damn a fine ass." Another spank, another gasp. "Now purse your lips," He said, standing up straight again. Then he put both his hands on either side of my face and began thrusting his cock forward and backward on top of my face, resting on my held out lips out. Wet and soft, they kept the underside of his dick nicely moisturized. He groaned, delighted, and I felt that satisfaction again. His hands around my head made me feel like a plaything. His plaything.
I kept my cock in my underwear, but I was squeezing it from the outside, giving it some relief as it cried out in my head for touch.
"Let your cock breathe, boy, I see you grabbing it. Take it out but don't stroke it. Play with your balls while you give me head." I did as he said, pulling the panties down, letting my dick pop out and the cool air touch the skin of my agonizingly hard dick again. I hooked them under my balls, moving my hand to them, touching them softly, massaging them, pulling them, sometimes roaming to my own thighs and squeezing, but not daring to stroke my cock, not just because King told me not to, but because I was afraid of coming while I sucked this dick before King even touched me. I was getting worried. Intimidated. I couldn't have expected acting like this because I didn't know anyone could act this slutty before I found myself doing it at that exact moment.
He pulled my face to the end of the head of his cock. I looked up at him, seeing his cock extend out from my face, his strong arms coming down to my head, his built abs and chest flexing as he held me. He was so manly, so hot, so strong, and his cock was leaking onto me as I stuck my ass out for him.
"You're so fucking sexy, King," I told him. "You're so hot. This cock is so big. I want to stroke myself so bad."
"You make me feel like it, boy. I like the way you talk. My little whore down there, salivating on my fat cock." He rubbed the tip and shaft over my face, leaving a trail of his precum. "I'll make you feel good soon enough, but now I wanna see how far down your throat you can take me. Open your mouth."
I did as commanded, and King put the tip of his cock between my lips. He thrust himself forward, slowly and deliberately. I stretched my jaw as wide as it could go to allow him to enter me. It felt even bigger than it looked, invading every part of my mouth, filling me up. The only thing I could think about was this girth entering my face. It was warm, soft and hard at the same time as I tried to feel it with my tongue. It felt massive, already pushing on the back of my throat, but opening my eyes and looking down the shaft, only about half of it was in my mouth. I was leaking uncontrollably above my panties, my cock twitching. This cock was turning me on so much.
"Moan on it." He didn't need to ask me twice. I started emanating "mmm"s, high pitched and needy, actively adding lust to my voice, showing my earnestness. I didn't need to exaggerate anything, but the pleading, desperate, horny sounds coming from within me flipped a switch in my mind. I was a slut. A wet, cocksucking slut, getting off to pleasuring this dick. I squeezed my balls hard, needing more touch. My eyes were closed as I focused solely on worshiping this throbbing dick in my mouth. My tongue was working, rubbing the bottom of his cock, moving back and forth. I pulled it out a little to circle his head, which King groaned in approval of.
"Oh shit. That's good. Good slut. Keep going." His encouragement kept me motivated, and I pulled more of him into my mouth, taking as much as I could before his cock pushed against the back of my throat. I held him there until I gagged, hard, and I pulled off. I gasped for air when it popped out of my lips. A combination of spit and King's precum covered my mouth and face.
King grabbed my hair, yanking my head back til I looked up at him. His other hand held the base of his dick and he slapped it on my face several times. My hands came up to the shaft and replaced his own. With both hands stacked on his cock, there was still space left at the top of it, and my hands weren't small. This cock was huge.
King's hand left my hair as he let me take over. I guided the head back into my mouth. What I lacked in experience and actual ability to take much of this cock in my mouth, I made up for in passion. My two hands stroked his shaft, twisting in opposite motions, as they competed with my mouth for most enthusiastic pleasuring of King's dick. I bobbed my head back and forth on what I could fit in my mouth while continuing to jack him off. I moaned and gagged on it, hearing that "glug glug glug" emanating from me as I tried my best to suck this big cock. I was lost in the effort of it. One hand drifted to his balls, massaging them, sometimes moving from one to another. This freed up room for my other hand to stroke the thick shaft more.
Despite my inexperience sucking a dick, it seemed like King was enjoying it. He was groaning, occasionally adding and "Oh yeah" or "fuck yes." A "Good job, boy" gave me more resolve to keep going. I loved sucking this dick. A hand found the back of my head and he guided my mouth. He started moving my head faster, his dick pounding the back of my throat. I couldn't take it that long, and gagged hard, pulling off his cock and coughing a bit. I was covered in my own spit and saliva. His cock glistened with it. I composed myself and looked up at him.
"Damn I fucked you up, boy." He said, admiring his work. I paused, a little dazed still.
"Thank you, daddy," I replied. King whistled. I was honestly astonished at myself for saying that. But I had just sucked this cock as hard until I couldn't anymore, so was it really that out of place?
"How's my pretty little whore doing down there?" He asked, looking down at me. I nuzzled up to his leg.
"So good. I love sucking you, Daddy. I love how it fills me up," I said into his thigh.
"That mouth you have is getting dirtier and dirtier," He said, hand on the back of my head.
"It's your cock, sir. It turns me into such a whore." I loved talking like this. A part of me was still shocked at the perversion, but more of me was turned on. I looked up, eyes coming into line with his balls, and instinctively reached my mouth out to pleasure them, taking one between my lips and sucking.
"Ohhh yes." King responded. They hung low, and the skin was rough in my mouth. I could feel the little hairs, but didn't care. I took one and swirled my tongue around it, getting it as wet as possible. I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.
"Fuck yeah," King spoke from above me. "Treat those balls nice. Lick that shit clean." I got more feverous, taking both in my mouth at once.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I angled my eyes up to meet his gaze, his balls still in my mouth, my eyes giving the most alluring, puppy dog look I could. He took my head and shoved it against him. My mouth was still full of his balls, and now my nose was full of his scent. My own spit on his cock now rubbed off onto the rest of my face. My eyes rolled back at the demeaning position I was in. It made me so, so hard. "You look pathetic down there. Such a good boy." He pulled me off, and I gasped for air once his balls left my lips.
"I wanna taste my little whore." He pushed me away from his crotch and, while I still faced him, pushed my head down, putting my cheek on the ground. He leaned over and groped my ass, giving it a slap. I was being used with my ass on display. This man was putting me in my place as a subby little bitch... but I was hornier than I ever had been before. With my ass in the air and the taste of his cock and balls in my mouth, I was a toy for him. His huge hands grabbed and squeezed my ass, reminding me my place. Face down, ass up, that's the way... I like to show off my fuckable ass for King, I finished in my mind. The thought made me throb again.
King circled around behind me. I kept my face on the ground, too engrossed in the moment to make any movements. He knelt down and I felt his face rub against my ass.
"So fucking nice like this," he muttered, and spanked me again. I felt him grab my panties and pull them off my crotch and down my legs. My legs were pushed together to let them slide off entirely. It was a tiny piece of fabric, but the difference between having them on and being completely naked was stark. I was on display, fully exposed, asshole in the air.
He spread my cheeks, putting my hole out in the open and tugging it tight. That feeling of being totally revealed overtook me. A few of his breaths tickled my asshole, then his wet tongue touched my skin a few inches from my entrance. I gasped audibly. His tongue circumnavigated me. Each new centimeter of skin wettened by him made me gasp and moan. I don't know if I had ever been rimmed before, but everything King was doing, I loved. These new sensations, the wet, firm, slow teasing around my ass, drove me insane. As his tongue approached my folds, my hole squeezed and shuttered at the new visitor. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," I was mumbling into the ground as he got me wetter and wetter. He finally got to my hole, and circled it. "Ohhh shit..." leaked out of my mouth like my precum leaked out of my dick. He flicked across it, up and down it, and sucked it. I was in heaven. My voice kept moaning out curses between moans.
Then, suddenly, his tongue went from licking my outside to diving into me. He stretched me out and plunged it into my depths. He was entering me already, and not even that deep, but it was unmistakable. "Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck you're inside me!" I cried out. King, too, was making plenty of noise, hungrily licking me up and audibly enjoying his meal.
"Yeah? You like when I put my tongue deep in your pussy?" he taunted.
"Yes sir please sir I love it." I blabbered back. Calling my ass a "pussy" didn't even register in my mind anymore. It was a fitting name for my hole, my hole that was getting wetter and looser the more King licked it. He growled into it, pushing his tongue in and out like he was fucking me with his tongue. I loved the wet pressure in and out. My eyes hadn't been focused in a while, eyelids half open as my entire existence was King tongue-fucking my asshole.
King then withdrew from my ass and picked me up in one swoop. It blurred together, and I could hardly recognize any part of my body beyond my twitching asshole and throbbing cock. He carried me out of the living room and over to his bed, where he placed me down on my back. My mind was in a daze. He then took my legs and pushed them back to my shoulders.
"Hold these," he told me, and unable to do anything other than what was ordered of me, I grabbed them. I was now so open, holding myself wide with my asshole spread in missionary position, like so many of the women I had fucked before. My cock rested against my abs, still hard, and still leaking. King then leaned onto me and kissed me, with all his weight pushing into me as our tongues danced. I hungrily kissed him back, sucking and twirling my tongue on his as it explored my mouth. His being on top of me like this made me feel so small and in his control.
He rose from our kiss and moved away. He propped me up, raising my ass in the air and laying it against him while my weight rested evenly between my upper back on the bed and my hips against his body. I was still holding my legs to give him the best possible access to my hole, my pussy. It was a ridiculous position, but surprisingly comfortable. It was hot, too. My body wasn't able to do anything at that moment but let King play with it. I got to look at his incredible body again, his dark skin and muscles in control as he looked down at me. I could see him from the middle up, as my own body obscured everything below his waste. This absolutely hunk of a man was gracing me with this pleasure and I could hardly handle it. I wasn't handling it, I was completely submitting to him. In this position, I was completely exposed and at his mercy. Before I drove over tonight, I wanted to "not hold back." I wasn't able to even think about holding back at this point.
"Youre doing such a good job, little slut," he told me, before reaching down and circling my raised asshole with a finger. "I'm gonna open you up now." My face must have affirmed him, because while I couldn't respond, his finger went from circling my asshole to pressing on it. I was clenching, nervous for what came next. "Relax your hole," he told me kindly. "Don't put up any resistance and it'll be easy to take."
I swallowed and nodded back at him sheepishly. I took a deep breath and did my best to relax my body. My muscles loosened, as did my asshole. I consciously let the tension melt away from my pelvis. I could feel my hole go from tight and clamped to loose and easy. I kept breathing, trying to let the feeling sink in. Just as I felt it set in, King's finger pushed in. I gasped, and looked up at him in shock.
"Good boy, just like that. Keep breathing and stay open for me," he cooed down at me. One knuckle was in, and I focused on letting him inside me. My hole was adjusting to the feeling. It was just one finger, but it felt like an entire staff had been inserted within me. Another knuckle slipped in. He spit on my pussy where his finger entered me, lubing it up, and started to pull it in and out. He was slow and deliberate, sometimes moving in a small circle around my sphincter to ease it open, sometimes going in and out. I was writhing beneath him, lost in the pleasure. I was making the most obscene noises, moaning, whimpering, and panting. It didn't matter what King did, I loved it.
"Are you enjoying yourself down there?" He asked.
I mustered out an "Mmm, yes, yes sir" between my breaths.
"Tell me what I'm doing, boy. I like hearing it come from your lips." He was staring down at me, chin slightly elevated, relishing in his power over me. His hand that wasn't playing with my hole was playing with his nipple. I even found that hot, for some reason. I returned his gaze and tried to satiate him.
"You're fingering me. You're fingering my ass so good, sir."
King egged me on. "Am I opening up your tight hole?"
"Yes," I panted out. "My hole is so open for you."
"Do you like being fingered like a bitch in heat?" He pulled that lustful, submissive shame out from me again. He put some bite into the word "bitch." I responded immediately.
"I love being fingered like a bitch. I love it when you play with my tight hole. It's so hot to be your slut. You can do anything you want to me."
King pulled his finger almost all the way out, only to introduce a second finger, and push them back in. His preparation paid off, and while I was still tight, it slipped in with ease. My eyes rolled back.
"Oh fuck!!" I moaned loudly. "Oh fuck your fingers are filling me up so good." My voice had gotten higher over the evening, like it was eeking out over some precipice rather than coming from my voicebox. King started flicking his fingers, tapping forward towards my cock while inside my ass, tapping my prostate. The effect was incredible. Every tap spread pleasure out from my ass to the rest of my body. I was in heaven on this bed, holding my legs back, exposing my asshole to this stud while he fingered me.
"I love making you my little bitch boy," he growled down at me. "I'm showing you just how much of a whore you really are tonight." Pants of agreement came from me. King was still fingering me, increasing his speed, thrust in and out more, pumping my prostate more. My cock was bouncing against my abs as I stared up at him, transfixed as he finger fucked me.
Then, King's hand came down and slipped below my cock. At first he just cradled it in his off hand, but then he leaned over me. "Sluts cum when their pussies get played. Do you want to cum while I play with your pussy?"
I couldn't respond. I was lost in his fingers, now deeper than they had been before, toying with my asshole. I wanted to cum so bad, but I couldn't get that across to my voice, too drunk on the feeling in my ass.
"I asked you a question, boy." He said, voice tinged with annoyance, putting emphasis on "boy". His fingers stopped thrusting, and his hand squeezed around my cock, hard, to grab my attention.
"Ah!! Yes, yes please!! I want to cum!" I blurted out. The sudden grip on my cock felt good and too rough at the same time.
"Beg me. I know you love to, and I love to hear it."
He was right. I gathered myself.
"Please make me cum. Please. You play with my ass so good, you-" King cut me off
"Your pussy. Call it your pussy."
"You play with my pussy so good, daddy. Please, please let me cum. I need it so bad."
"Are you my bitch?"
"I am. I'm your bitch. I'm your turned on little slut. You've put me in heat. I can't think about anything other than my hole getting fingered. Nothing except my pussy. Daddy, please, fuck, Daddy." Between the humiliation dribbling out of my mouth and King's assault on ass, I could feel my orgasm building. He wasn't even stroking my cock yet, just letting it sit in his hand, but it was enough touch to activate that feeling deep within me, and I could see how little distance there was between the start of it and actually cumming.
"Say thank you. Say thank you for the fact I let you suck my dick and I'll let you cum"
"Thank you for fucking my face daddy. I loved it so much. Thank you for opening my pussy up and showing it how good it can feel. Thank you for teaching me how to be the slut I really am." I was so turned on. I was so depraved. I was such a whore.
"Yeah, you are my little slut. You liked sucking daddy's dick way too fucking much." King then stopped, pulling his fingers out of me before swiftly moving around to the other side of my body. I was so close, what was he doing? He repositioned, sitting on my face, draping his balls over my nose. His body faced me, so our chests aimed at each other. His left hand steadied my back, holding my hips up high so that my asshole stayed exposed, while his right hand grabbed my cock from the front. My hands were still holding my legs, now trapped in the back of my knees as King sandwiched them between his body and mine. The sudden onslaught of his weight on top of mine momentarily distracted me from my orgasm.
King's hips shifted, and the head of his cock appeared at my mouth. I had to strain my neck back, looking at it upside down. Some part of me knew this was how people got face fucked.
"Because you liked to suck it so much, you can suck it now. Suck it like you love it, faggot, and cum while it fills your throat." My tongue reached out of my mouth, and his head found my lips. He slipped into my face, and thrust in and out as far as he could. At the same time, his mouth found my asshole, his tongue finding new depths in it's opened state. His other hand was jacking me off, my dick lubricated from all the precum I'd been leaking. It didn't take long. The way he used my mouth made me submit. His tongue invaded my pussy while he stroked me. It sent me over the edge. The sounds coming from me, high pitched moans and whimpers, along with gagging and slurping at the massive dick using my mouth, were pitiful. I did love the cock thrusting into my mouth. I loved being a faggot cocksucker getting his hole tongued. And to think, I was so shy when I showed up.
I exploded. I felt surge after surge of pleasure. I felt my cum hitting my chest, then my chin, then some on my cheek, and more on my chest. I couldn't stop. King kept milking me as more pulses came out. Some hit my abs, some dribbled down onto my nipple, another landed somewhere near my face again. A few more sensations of pleasure washed over me as they started to die down, and King's mouth rose from my hole. His cock retreated from my mouth. He gently laid me down on the bed, hips finally making contact with the sheets and I released my legs for the first time in what felt like hours.
I was out of breath, exhausted, but in bliss. It was undoubtedly the best orgasm I'd ever had. I realized I was absolutely covered in my own cum. It was sticky and slimy, but I had no energy to do anything about it. I just relished in it like a coat of armor. King walked around and sat on the side of the bed, giving my thigh a quick pat. We made eye contact through my half-closed lids, and both cracked a smile. I laughed, and he did too. What a fucking experience, we were saying to each other.
Several moments passed by. A few minutes, likely. I finally shook my head and broke the silence, still slightly out of breath.
"Insane. So good. You're so fucking sexy." My brain wasn't making much more advanced thoughts than that right now. King smirked, leaned over, and kissed me deeply. "It's fun making pretty boys cum," he said, lips close to mine. We kissed slowly, enjoying ourselves. He broke away and licked some of the cum off my chin, then came back to my mouth and passed it off to my tongue. Our tongues twisted on each other with the new flavor of our cum between them. I was still recovering from the momentous orgasm, existing halfway between on the bed with King and some heavenly state, when I noticed the gentle movement of King stroking his own cock as we made out. I pulled away, looked down, and confirmed my suspicions. He hadn't cum like I had, afterall.
"Bring that up here," I whispered to him, our faces still close. He smirked again, an incredibly good looking, devilish smile, and crawled on top of me. He sat on my chest, pinning my arms to my side, not seeming to care about getting the cum on my body all over his legs. His gorgeous dark cock was now pointed directly at my face, as I looked up at it, over his body, and up to his face. He reached down with a strong arm and continued his slow masturbating, but now aimed his cock at me.
"I want to make you cum," I said, softly and seductively, making eye contact.
"That'll happen soon looking at your handsome face." He responded. "You still have cum on it."
I giggled. "Do I? Where?" I said with a smile. I wasn't processing things very quickly. He smiled back, reached up to the side of my face, and scooped a dollop off. I guess I was so out of it I hadn't noticed that particular blob of cum.
He moved his cum covered fingers in my mouth. I obediently licked them clean, that slimy texture hitting my tongue. He sighed pleasantly.
"Actually," King reached around his body and scooped up more of my cum from my abs. You looked good like that." He turned back, and I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out a bit, expecting to taste that sweet and salty taste again. Instead, King smeared it over my face. I gasped, taken aback by the sudden shift. Despite my shock, I could tell I didn't mind.
"Handsome and filthy... that makes me hard." I saw his cock swell in his hand. "Covered in your own cum, and about to be covered in mine. Do you like being down there, boy?" I sheepishly nodded back at him, maintaining eye contact.
"Yes sir. It suits me, sir."
"Yes it does. Make out with the head of my cock," he commanded, placing the head on my lips. I obeyed, kissing it gingerly, forming an O with my lips around it. I kissed and sucked, taking only the head into my mouth. I massaged it, flicking and circling it with my tongue, doing my best to pleasure King's big cock. I imagined it was his tongue, dancing with it as I had earlier, but instead it was the thick, hard head of his dick. He moaned loudly, still working his cock with his hand while my lips went to work.
"Make love to it. Show me how much you like it there." I was so eager to serve him. I had only cum a few minutes ago, but already he had switched me back to slutmode, and my cock was responding.
King pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it on my face a few times. I felt it hit the cum on my face. I was trapped below King's massive body, covered in cum, pleasuring him, and I loved it. I felt like such a whore, doing whatever he wanted. I was a whore for this man.
"I'm close," King announced. "Beg for it. Beg for my cum."
"Please cum, sir. I need it. Cover me. Cum on my face and in my mouth."
His breathing was shallower and he was pumping his cock faster. He was close. The glistening head was pointed right at my face. I reached out my tongue and licked the tip.
"Degrade yourself," he growled down. He was going feral. Any semblance of my dignity was far gone at this point. When King told me to do something, I did it.
"I'm a slut for you. You've turned me into a filthy cum covered slut, daddy. Thank you for turning me out. Thank you for licking my pussy til I came. I want you to fuck me. I can't wait for you to fuck me. Teach me how good my pussy can feel when it's fucked by a big, fat cock like yours. Use my ass til I can't walk. 'Til I daydream about riding it. Claim me. Claim my hole with your cock. 'Til you burst in my guts. My-" I was cut off as a rope of cum hit my face. A roar erupted from King. Two more spurts hit my face, then suddenly he shoved at least half his dick in my mouth. He was grunting and growling like an animal. He let loose the rest of his cum down my throat. I sucked it out of him, amazed by how good it felt to have his cock throb and release onto the back of my tongue. He was leaning forward onto his hands now, gyrating his hips back and forth, milking the end of his orgasm between my lips with small thrusts. He stayed there for a while, letting the throbs die down while I kept worshiping the load that he had just given me. I was truly sucking him dry, pulling every drop out of that gorgeous dick.
Eventually, he shifted his weight back to sitting on my chest, and his cock left my mouth with a pop. He was out of breath and let his head hang back. I simply sat there, looking up at him as his orgasm and hard-on slowly subsided. He rolled off and laid down next to me, exhausted from his orgasm. I propped myself on an elbow. Now it was my turn to smirk at him as he laid down in bliss. I let him stay there in the feeling as long as he wanted.
"I love that mouth of yours." He finally said. "The way it pleases me and the things it says."
I smiled at the praise. "It's easy when you work me up like you do. I'm not lying about any of it."
He opened his eyes and met my gaze.
"You're COVERED in jizz," he said with a chuckle. He propped himself up and kissed me again. "Let's clean up in the shower and relax a bit." He lowered his tone and his hand found my ass. With a squeeze, he whispered, "I want to recharge before I fuck you."
I shuddered.
"I can't wait, sir," I whispered back.
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Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 08
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Taboo/Incest
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We ordered some food, the piled into the shower. I was the first one out. I had just pulled on some jeans when the doorbell rang. The delivery woman didn't know what to make of my barefoot shirtlessness. I was too spent and hungry to give it a second thought. The ladies came out, wet hair and smiles, and we all tucked in. It was the best fast food Chinese any of us had ever had.
We asked Hannah to spend the night, and she did. We watched a little TV, relaxed with some wine, and were in bed early.
Hannha and Melissa had dessert. I had a live show. What? I'm telling you, I was drained. But I got a few licks in.
The next day Melissa found a tattoo artist. She made appointments for the three of us. The artists was really busy, so the appointments were two months away.
A few days later I had to work late. The marital emergency had cost me some work time. My boss understood. I'd covered for her through a family crisis or two. But some things just had to get done. I called Melissa and let her know it would be eight or nine that night before I got home. She appreciated the warning, and asked if I thought I'd be hungry when I got home. I told her I'd get something delivered, I didn't want to eat that late.
It was quarter after nine when I walked through the front door. The house was dark. I guessed Melissa was already in bed. I crept into the bedroom. I was really looking forward to just holding my wife. I got undressed -- we always slept naked -- and slipped between the sheets. I spooned, wrapping an arm around -- my sister!
"Hi big brother -- I think it's time I earned my lipstick, don't you?"
"Well hello there little sis! Why yes, I think it is! Where's Melissa?"
She didn't answer, unless reaching back and stroking my rapidly growing erection counted as an answer.
"I need you to fuck me big brother. I was so fucking jealous that I couldn't come over the other night, I haven't been sleeping well. I need your cock. Please -- I need you to stuff that thing into me. You want your little sister's pussy don't you? My raw, unprotected cunt?"
She was rubbing her ass against me. I slid down a bit, and she lifted a leg. I thought about asking about Melissa again, but then my dick slipped in between my sister's lips. That's not good for the concentration.
"Oh fuck, it's almost in me -- fuck! Make me beg for that dick big brother!"
"Beg for it. Beg for my cock or this is all you get" I said. I flexed my Kegels when I said "this," and hoped she'd feel the resulting swell.
"Oh fuck please please PLEASE give me that dick! Ram it in! I promise I'll suck it, you can fuck me any way you want, just give me that FUCKNG COCK! I want you on top of me -- or if you want you can bend me over, I'll be your fucking sex doll I don't care I just have to have your fucking dick! I dreamed about it last night and woke up so horny I almost mounted the bedpost! Please fuck meeeee!"
If she was acting, she was really good. Then again, we hadn't had sex in quite a while, so she may well have been that horny! I pushed an inch or two inside her and then pulled out.
"Fuck no, please fuck me, force me to take your cock oh fucking hell I need my big brother's COCK!"
"Suck it."
Susan never needed much encouragement; she loved the feel of my cock -- and my sperm -- in her mouth. She eagerly obeyed, and I couldn't help but throw back my head as my sister's warm, hungry mouth pulled me in. That woman loved to suck. And nothing beats enthusiasm, so it was even better for me than it was for her.
After she sucked me for a while, I rolled her over and mounted her face. There's something wonderful about being on top in a sixty-nine. She fits right between my legs, the angle is perfect to give her my cock, and of course that face full of pussy! I fed her my dick, and then began to lick. She tasted amazing. You know how some memories just stick with, standing out in your mind? Pressing my face against my sister's wet, needy pussy that evening has always stuck with me. Her aromas, her sensational, incredibly feminine musk when right to my brain. I was high on her fragrance.
I was so focused on my sister's amazing pussy I almost forgot my dick was in her mouth! She whimpered, wanting me to use her mouth. I took it as appreciation for my tongue. She had to work her arms free and pull on my hips to break through my fog and get me to move my cock. Her grateful moan felt fantastic, but I was still concentrating pretty hard on seeing how much of my face I could get between her lips, or at least paint with her scent.
Now that my hips were moving, Susan put a hand on my head and pushed. Hard. I certainly wasn't complaining, but it refocused my priorities on her clit. I had an idea -- see if I could get HER so focused on my clit that she lost some focus on my dick in her mouth.
I like a challenge.
I began working on her clit. At first I teased, stroking gently, carefully splitting my attention between tongue and my other tool. She started to relax, and her hand stopped pushing quite so hard on my head. I licked her lips, diving deep to tongue her hole, then kissed my way back up toward her clit. This time I licked a bit harder, swirling my tongue around the little pea still somewhat hidden in its pod. I slowed my hips. She pulled on my waist. I gave her mouth more cock.
I began licking harder. Her slit opened, growing wetter. I began sucking the hood around her clit. She moaned on my erection. I sucked and licked, pulling at her clit and rewarding the response it gave me. If I thought she was fragrant before, her body was really turning up the heat. I slowed my hips. She responded, but it took a lot longer.
I felt like I was close to my goal; the distraction, but also making my little sister cum on my face. I sealed my lips around her, hummed, and licked. I focused, trying to refine the technique from the feedback she was giving me. I licked, hummed, kept it all going, and realized I wasn't moving in her mouth. I quickly decided I'd accomplished that goal, and got back to using my sister's mouth. Gently -- the priority was definitely my lips and tongue. I snuck a finger around, teased her opening, and the pressed in. I curled my wrist and stroked inside her drenched vagina.
That set her off. I licked, hummed, fingered, and tongued her. She was panting through her nose, desperate for air, but never so much as hinting that I should pull out of her mouth. Her moans really inspired my dick to slip in and out of her mouth. Knowing my sister, that made her orgasm even more intense. She really loved having me in her mouth. Still does, actually.
When she had wrung all the pleasure possible from my tongue and lips and dick, she pushed up against me. I spun around, opening her legs and bringing my erection to the mouth of my sisters creamy, delicious, incestuous pussy.
I entered her. Her body took me into its wet, clinging depths. I was mating with my sister again. She stared up at me as I violated her, and violated just about every rule and norm and standard of conventional behavior. I was starting to revel in that fact.
"I love fucking you little sister. My bare dick is in your pussy. You are my lover, Susan, and my wife knows it."
"She fucking loves it! Know what I love?"
"What?"
"I love that you kept fucking me when you didn't know it was... okay."
"Fucking you is never just okay you dirty girl. But I know what you mean."
"I didn't realize it until we all found out you didn't know. I'm sorry big brother, but I masturbated knowing how much you loved my pussy."
"Not loved -- love" I corrected her. "And you love this dick, don't you? You love it so much my married little sister can't resist -- THRUST -- this -- THRUST -- dick!"
"Please don't talk about my hu- AAAAHHH! NOOO!"
I had pulled out of her. She squirmed under me, trying to get my dick back into her slit.
"Tell me you want it."
"So fucking bad! Fuck me!"
"Tell me you need this dick."
"I need your fucking dick! Give me that cock, please please please fuck me!"
Good enough. I slammed it back into her. Her body clearly did need my cock. She was so wet, so open underneath me, trying to get me as deep inside her as possible. There's nothing -- NOTHING -- like fucking a woman who's hot for you. Especially when that woman is your sister.
My cock was pounding her, shaking her body. She pulled my head to her breast, and I sucked her nipple as we fucked. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled, winding up on my back. Now I had her breasts in my face. Her hips took over the job of grinding our genitals together, working my shaft deep inside her. I grabbed her tits and sucked, feasting on the sweet, succulent flesh of my sister's motherly breasts. I remembered when she'd breast fed Hannah, and I'd been so curious, secretly hoping for a split second's glimpse of the nipples that were now in my face, pressed into my mouth while my erection pressed into my sister's vagina. Holy fuck do I wish we'd fucked in high school. We could have been lovers for so fucking long! I imagined telling my sister about my first date with Melissa, or being inside Susan while telling her I had asked Melissa to marry me. I bet I would have had an even better bachelor party if that's how life had played out.
Ah, what might have been....
But that night I was fucking my sister. I was remembering watching her daughter lick her pussy while I used my niece's body. Taking her virginity while my sister watched. Knowing that wherever she was, my wife would be thrilled to know my sister was earning her lipstick. Or did that mean a threesome? I didn't remember for sure, what with being stuffed up my sister's unprotected pussy, and having her breasts filling my face.
We grunted, writhed, consumed by our mating. Consumed my our mutual desire. Wet insides, throbbing erection, and a mouthful of breast. That was the universe. We were wrapped around each other, humping like animals. And how do animals do it?
"Hold still"
"Yes big brother" she panted. I got out from under her. I gripped her ass. I slid back inside her, fucking her harder than she'd been riding me. I leaned forward, pressing more of her luscious ass against me, and grabbed her tits. She was gasping as I fucked, babbling "take my pussy, fuck me big brother, fuck I love your dick!"
A few more minutes and I felt it. "I'm gonna cum! Your fucking pussy! Fuck!" Would this be the time I finally orgasmed in my sister's pussy? I fucking loved it when she'd swallow me, and I knew how much SHE loved taking my cum in her mouth, but I really wanted to fuck her to completion, to coat her cervix with my sperm.
Denied.
Something caught my eye, and I turned my head just in time to see my naked wife slip out of the closet. She'd been watching the whole time! She climbed onto the bed and knelt beside us.
"Please cum on my face baby! Please?" She grabbed my cock, pulled it out of Susan and gave it a few good sucks. My wife was tasting my sister on my cock, fresh and sexy! She pulled her head back, stroked my dick like a madwoman, and before I knew it I was cumming. She aimed carefully, getting some across her nose, some on her cheek, and a lot around her mouth. I'm really not into launching into the air. I much prefer to be inside a woman. There's nothing like a feminine body clutching your cock as sperm fires from the cannon. But what happened next almost made it worth it.
"Come here baby!" my wife said, but not to me. Susan was on her in a flash. She kissed my wife's creamy mouth. She ran her tongue over every inch of skin Melissa had painted with my load. She displayed her whitewashed tongue to me before swallowing every bit of what she licked up. Fuck, my sister loves my cum.
They kept making out long after my wife's face was spotless. I saw fingers working between both pairs of lips.
"Can I watch him fuck you?" Susan asked.
"Lick me out and I'll let you" Melissa answered with a wicked smile.
She lay back, spread her legs, and my sister dove for the wet, bare pussy my wife was offering. I knew how good she was at licking pussy. I'd seen her with her daughter. Soon Melissa was spread wide, holding Susan's head to her cunt. I watched for a few minutes, then brought my cock to my wife's lips.
"Taste her while she licks you, wife."
"Yes husband" she said before drawing me into her mouth. She sucked, and I slowly regained my erection.
She pulled me out of her mouth to tell me "Watching you fuck her was so fucking hot. Promise me from now on I'll aways get to watch!"
"Nope."
"What?"
"That's not how this is gonna work."
"So you're just gonna fuck whenever you want to, whoever you want to?"
"You read my mind."
"I created a monster!"
"And you love it! Besides, you didn't create the monster. Unleashed it maybe, but it was always there."
"Holy fuck you are a stud. MY stud!" And she took me back into her mouth. After sucking for a while, she pulled off an asked me a question.
"So are you going to tell me when you get laid?" She didn't wait for the answer before engulfing me again.
"Probably. Most of the time, sure. But not all the time. I want you to wonder."
"You mean not only won't I get to watch, I won't even know sometimes?"
"Correct. If I'm out of your sight, I want you wondering if I might have a woman under me. Sucking me. Riding my face. Whatever I feel like."
Melissa didn't say anything, but her sucking took on a frantic air. Clearly the idea really turned her on. I pulled out of her mouth and said "you can watch now!" as I mounted my sister. She was fucking drenched. I gave it to her hard, rocking her body forward to press her face against my wife's pussy. I felt like I was fucking them both at once.
"Oh god he's fucking you, isn't he Susan?"
"Fuck yes" she said, diving right back into what she'd been doing.
"My husband's going to cheat on me, don't you feel sorry for me?" she panted.
"You're the luckiest woman I know. You get his dick any time you want it, and he sure knows -- uuugh! -- what he's doing. I wish -- oh who cares, I'm getting his dick too. You are going to keep fucking me aren't you big brother?"
"Any time I feel like it little sister."
I pulled out of her and moved back around to my wife's mouth.
"Don't you dare complain about your mad being a sex god" Susan reiterated, and then began fingering my wife while she licked. Melissa was sucking for all she was worth. She wanted my cum, but I hadn't decided where I was going to shoot it. I held off a bit longer.
When Melissa's orgasm started, I reached down and played with her breasts. She sucked, moaning, sending extra jolts of pleasure through my cock. She grabbed Susan's hair and pulled, riding her sister-in-law's mouth. We both worked to pleasure my wife as long as possible.
"Fuck fuck lick fuck lick my cunt oh fuck fuck her baby be my stud fuck fuck FUCK!"
She groaned, thrashed, and pushed back. She was too sensitive for more, just writhing on the bed as the final spasms wracked her body. It was a glorious sight.
I was fucking my sister throughout, enjoying the feel of her wet grip as much as the show my wife was putting on. "Fuck me big brother, fuck my poor little pussy, fuck I love your dick!"
I was awfully close to my orgasm when Melissa pounced. She crawled over Susan's back, holding her down with the grip of her thighs, and pulled her off of me. My dick sprang up, and she dove. I found myself pressing against the back of her mouth, then right down her throat.
"Oh fuck taste her cunt!" I said as my wife's mouth sucked the sperm out of me. I held her head and fired rope after rope down her throat. Susan was trying to say something, but her face was pressed to the mattress, gripped by my wife's thighs. I fed my wife, lost in the sensations but occasionally thinking of my sister's cut. Was I ever going to get to cum in her sweet little vagina?
Melissa sucked the last pulse out of my dick. I ran my fingers through her hair, then rolled off and lay there recovering. Melissa rolled over too. As soon as she was free Susan was all over her, fondling my wife's tits and kissing her deeply. She was trying to get the sperm she had wanted for herself. My wife and sister were fighting over my cum. Well, sharing would probably be a much better word, since neither of them seemed at all upset with the other.
In fact, they were so in tune that they broke off the kiss and moved to my dick at the same time. They laughed, and my wife said "after you honey!"
My sister stared at me as she gently sucked my wet but exhausted dick into her mouth. My wife fingered her as she sucked, then moved up and pressed her breast into my mouth. I gently sucked her nipple as my sister slowly fellated me. I was enjoying all this immensely, but I was too spent to object when Sussan let me slide out of her mouth. She got up, and so did Melissa. The two women pressed their bodies together for a long, sensual kiss.
"Thanks for cumming" my wife said. "Watching you fuck my husband was incredible."
"The pleasure was all mine" she answered.
"Well, I think a lot of it was his" my wife laughed. "let's do it again sometime."
"Soon" Susan answered, and began getting dressed.
"You can't spend the night?" I asked.
"Sorry big brother, I've got to get home. I should have headed back ten min -- oh, wow, half an hour ago!"
I got up and kissed her goodbye, and she was gone. I slid back into bed with my wife.
"Wow, that was unfuckingbelievable!" I said.
"You're not kidding stud -- watching you fuck your sister -- I've never been so turned on."
"You know something?"
"Hmm?"
"I've never finished inside her. Well, in her mouth, but not in her pussy."
"I bet she's -- well, hmm. She probably just really loves to taste you. Hey, I hope you weren't just saying all that to turn me on!"
I knew immediately what she was referring to.
"What I meant was get ready to hear and see a lot of nasty stuff, and to wonder what I'm not telling you. That's what I meant baby."
She bit her lip, kissed me, and snuggled against me. She pulled an arm so I was wrapped around her naked body.
"Mmm, so that's what you meant. You are such a fucking stud baby. I'd rather watch or join every time, but I guess I can't always be there. And if my stud forgets to tell me sometimes, well, I guess I'll just have to Jill myself crazy wondering what I don't know!"
I kissed the back of her neck. "We have an understanding. I love you baby."
"I love you."
We were asleep in seconds.
A day or two later, I started getting texts from Tammy. I was getting them from Hannah and Susan too, but that was different. I'd already reunited with them. I think Tammy was starting to feel left out. Melissa started dropping hints. Unfortunately for Tammy, I had decided she owed me something special.
Unlike my sister, Tammy was single. She made no bones about that, either, telling me any time my Sister couldn't get away I could come over for some fun. After a couple of days I decided to lay it all on the line. Tammy texted me, I told Melissa I was going out, and I drove over to her house.
She opened the door and almost ruined my plan. She had done her hair and makeup like an 80s porn star, except she was shaved bald between her legs. She pulled me in and almost assaulted me. I let her kiss me and grind against me for a moment. If I'd let it go on a split second longer I'd have lost my will. But I didn't.
"Tammy -- TAMMY!" I pushed her back.
"WHAT!?"
"Stop it. You haven't earned your privileges back. Melissa has, and Susan has, and Hannah. But not you. You owe me."
"WHAT? Are you fucking kidding?"
"No. I'm not kidding, and I'm not fucking you. Not yet. You helped get this all going, you were the key player, so you owe me more than anyone else does."
I kid you not, she spun around, got on her hands and knees, and spread her ass for me.
"Do it. Go ahead -- fuck my asshole! Punish me!"
"Maybe one of these days, but you've got to do better." I swatted her ass, turned around, and walked back out the door. It was not easy. It was also worth it. The growl of frustration was clearly audible as I walked back to the car. I ignored a few text notifications, but I answered the call. I'd told Hannah when to call, and she was right on time.
"Hi Uncle Carl, where do you want to meet?"
"Go for a walk. I'll pick you up. Just walk around the block."
"Anything you say Uncle Carl" she answered in a voice that positively dripped with lust.
It wasn't far from Tammy's to my sister's place. I spotted Hannah walking toward her house, and pulled up alongside her. I could see us as if from a neighbor's window, and it looked almost as pervy as it was. I leaned over, opened the door, and she got in.
"However can I thank you for picking me up?" she said, getting right down to business.
"Well you can start by taking that top off!"
She did as I asked, surprising me a bit with her lack of bra. Gorgeous.
"Now pull me out and stroke."
"Mmm, you got it!"
She was too distracted by my cock to watch where we were going. I had scouted out a good spot to park a few miles from the neighborhood. It was a little dirt road that went back to a pump house or electrical station or some such cinder block building. As soon as we turned onto the dirt I told her to take off her shorts. Watching my naked niece's body as we bounced along the dirt road was a lot of fun, let me tell you.
I parked behind the little building, and turned off the dome light. I got out and walked around to the passenger door. Hannah had it open and was starting to get out. I hadn't put my dick away, so I was able to slide it right into her mouth. She moaned her gratitude, and began sucking. I used her mouth, running my hands over her naked shoulders and reaching for her tits. She sucked with all of her regular passion as the night air swirled around us. I pulled her out of the car and bent her over the hood.
I knelt behind her to get a taste of the pussy I was about to enjoy. She moaned, enjoying the pleasures my tongue was providing, but she was in a hurry. Honestly I was so worked up over denying Tammy I was in a hurry too. I licked inside her, pressing my face between her cheeks, and licked straight up, over her ass, up her spine, and nipped at her neck as I slid into her tight young pussy.
"Oh yes, fuck me Uncle Carl!"
I moaned, loving the feeling of her body gripping me. I grabbed her tits, feeling her body pressing back against me, needing what I was giving her.
"I fucking love your dick. I love feeling you inside me!"
"I love being inside you. You are such a hot little lover."
"Only for you Uncle Carl,"
"Don't forget, if Aunt Melissa wants you, if your Mother wants you...."
"I know. You're the only MAN."
"Perfect."
"What about Aunt Tammy? Do I have to lick her too?"
"Not yet -- she hasn't earned her lipstick. In fact, I'm gonna make her work for it."
"Oo, really? What's she gonna have to do?"
"Haven't decided yet, but nothing she does could compare with what you do!"
"Mm, Mommy's right, you're a charmer."
"And you're a sweet little lover baby!" I pulled out of her and pulled her off the hood of the car.
"Do you want me to suck your hard, wet cock Uncle Carl?"
"That sounds great but tonight all can think about is your sweet little snatch."
I put her in the back seat. She put one leg up the back of the seats, and the other went between the front seats. I climbed in, and climbed in. I was fucking my niece again. She stared down at my body, entering hers.
"It's nice to have you all to myself Uncle Carl. I love sharing you, but every once in a while I want you inside me -- just me."
"Maybe one of these weekends we'll take a road trip, and you can have this dick all to yourself the whole time."
"Oh, I'd love that Uncle Carl. I'll be such a good little slut for you."
I moved inside her, imagining us at a beach, fucking as the sum went down. Still fucking as the sun came up. Hey, a guy can dream, can't he?
"Uncle Carl, will you cum in my pussy?"
"I will baby. That's what it was made for, and that's what I'm going to do with you, lover!"
"Oh, I love it when you call me lover -- bite my nipples!"
I bend down, tonguing the breast she raised to offer me. Then I bit. She groaned, and I felt her reach down and begin rubbing herself. I pushed deeper. She was getting wild.
"Please cum in me! Please! Tell me you're going to cum in me!"
"Hannah, my dick is going to cum in your pussy. Your bare, wet, sweet little pussy. I'm going to fill it up with my sperm, your Uncle's sperm, and you're going to take it home to Mommy, aren't you?"
"Yes, whatever you want, just fill my pussy."
I leaned down and sucked her nipple. She screamed, and started cumming under me. I loved it -- I hoped she was soaking the seat. I rode her through the first minutes of orgasm, then began pumping my seed into my horny little niece. It was a bit awkward -- beds have some real advantages -- but I filled her up, my shaft throbbing as I probed inside her, spurting.
When we were both done, I had her lay back, wanting to keep my cum inside her. I kissed her breasts, telling her how amazing she was.
"I love taking your cum inside me Uncle Carl."
"I love knowing my cum is inside you. Putting it there s pretty great too!" We laughed.
"Listen, keep it all in. I want you to go home and feed Mommy."
"Oh fuck yes. She'll love it!"
"Good. Get me a picture too."
"Of --"
"Of your Mommy licking it out of you. I want a picture of her mouth pressed against that gorgeous little pussy. Bonus points if I can see cum on her face."
"Oh fuck that sounds hot! Can I lick her too?"
"Of course, but get me that photo!"
"I sure will!" she said, and reached for me. She wanted to taste me.
"Ah-ah, first get me the picture. Besides, I'm saving that flavored dick for someone."
"Oh god is your wife going to suck me off of y our dick?"
"If she's a good girl."
I had Hannah ride home naked. I dropped her off in her driveway and handed her clothes to her. She grabbed them and scurried around to the back yard. Must have seemed like the quickest way to get her cute, naked body out of sight.
I drove home and found my wife dozing on the couch. I hadn't awakened her when I came in, so I softly closed the door and got undressed. I brushed my cock under her nose, over her lips. She sighed in her sleep. I pushed a tiny bit, and her lips parted, welcoming me into her mouth. I wasn't hard, but she was hungry, even in her sleep. Soon I was getting sucked. Her eyelids fluttered, and she smiled up at me.
"You fucked Tammy, didn't you you naughty boy."
"No, that's Hannah. Tammy hasn't earned her lipstick, and she needs to earn my dick first."
"So you fucked Hannah?"
"You tell me. Who did I fuck?"
"I can tell you had some pussy you naughty boy, but I' m not a... taste tester."
"You will be soon. File this away -- that's what Hannah tastes like."
"Mmm, my husband's sexy little niece!"
I let her suck for a bit longer, the pulled her to the bedroom. We just went to bed -- I wanted to think. And wait for the text. I was expecting a photo.
It never arrived. I woke up the next morning and checked my phone. Nothing. I sent Hannah a message.
"So little one, did she lick you? Were you a good girl for me?"
"I'm so sorry Uncle Carl, I wanted to so fucking bad, but daddy kept Mommy in their room. I never got licked."
Dammit. I was pretty annoyed -- unreasonably annoyed. I really wanted that picture. On the plus side, it meant I needed to pump another load into Hannah. It wasn't her fault, so I walled off those thoughts in a little room with my brother in law and a pack of rabid rodents.
"Can you come over tonight?"
"Sorry, I really can't. I want to so fucking bad. Tomorrow Uncle Carl?" She followed the text with a picture of her pretty little pussy.
"Okay, tomorrow night."
She replied with a kiss emoji.
Tammy and my wife texted that day -- Melissa told me about it. Apparently Tammy was crawling the walls, mounting the rolling pin, just going crazy. I just smiled, and griped about my brother in law ruining my plans. Mostly to avoid showing any sympathy toward Tammy. I wanted her desperate for my dick, my tongue, anything I could give her.
The next day Melissa and I were just about to have dinner when the doorbell rang. It was Hannah. She was wearing a trench coat and heels. As soon as she was through the door she dropped the trench coat. She was freshly waxed. She looked amazing.
"Auntie Melissa, will you lick my little coochie? I want it really wet. I want Uncle Carl to fuck me again."
Melissa smiled and knelt, pulling one of Hannah's legs over he shoulder. My niece began to ride my wife's face.
"Baby, you are already wet as can be. I'm drowning here!" Melissa said.
"Am I ready?"
"So ready." Melissa reached out to me. I'd gotten undressed while I watched my lover and my wife. Melissa guided Hannah onto her back, then pushed me between her legs.
"Husband, here's your lover. Can I watch?"
"Certainly wife. Enjoy yourself!" I gave her a big kiss. Hannah fanned out her hair around her head. She looked amazing, spreading her legs to accept my passionate violation.
"Ohfuckyesyesyesyes!" she said as our bodies joined. My wife was right -- Hannah was amazingly wet. I listened to out bodies squish as we fucked.
"Auntie, he feels so fucking good! Thank you for giving me his dick!"
"Who owns your pussy, you sweet little thing?" my wife asked.
"He does -- you do Uncle Carl!" she said, squeezing me despite her widely spread legs.
"Well I can't deny him what he owns, can I? Also I don't want to -- fuck her baby!"
The squishing sounds were amplified when Melissa began fingering her pussy in time with my thrusts.
"Now, what are you going to do with my cum tonight if you earn it" I asked my lover.
"Feed it to mommy! And send you a picture!"
"Good girl."
"Can I suck you after you cream my pussy?"
"Sorry little one, you have to complete your task before you get a reward like that."
I swear, she looked pained. She really wanted a mouthful. She was her mother's daughter.
I was in a hurry. I pounded her. Hard. She gasped, rocking her hips underneath me. I jammed myself in so deep she almost whimpered, and shot my load. I could hear my wife encouraging me to give Hannah my sperm. I did; really deep.
When I was done, I told her "you get your orgasm as soon as I get my photo -- not before."
"Yes sir" she said, reluctantly. But she said it. I slapped her ass, wrapped her in her coat, and sent her out the door. Then I pulled my wife to our bed and sixty-nined her. She tasted amazing. I loved how much she got off on watching me fuck. She had two orgasms when I rolled off and told her to lick my face clean. I rested as my wife bathed my face with her tongue.
No photo. I was really getting aggravated. I know it makes no sense, but my brother in law was really pissing me off. I distracted myself by spooning with my wife, focusing on the feel of her tit in my hand.
When I woke up, I checked my phone. There it was. Finally. The flash made my cum really stand out on my sister's face, and on my niece's naked mound.
"I had to get her in the middle of the night" my niece explained.
"Good job" I replied. "Next mouth will be mine." She texted back a splash emoji.
I sent the photo to Tammy. "I'm in no hurry" I said.
She replied "I need your dick!" I didn't answer.
A few days later Melissa came on to me, hard, a bit before bed. She surprised me with a nighty so sheer it was barely there. She rubbed against me, stroking my cock. Then she knelt to take it into her mouth. Then she bent over, holding her lips open to show me what she needed -- and what I couldn't resist.
I mounted my wife. She gasped and rocked in front of me, doing everything possible to get us both off. It was quite a performance. I gave my soul mate my cock, and managed to hold off until she was cumming. Then I fed her body. It was wonderful.
As we lay gasping afterward, she pulled off the nighty and snuggled up to me.
"That was wonderful husband. No wonder other women can't keep their hands off of you. Or their cunts."
"I do what I can, wife."
"You need to do it for Tammy. She's going nuts baby."
So THAT's what this was leading up to. "Ah, I've got you, I've got Susan and Hannah... I dunno..."
"Baby, she needs it. Do it for me?"
"Okay, but only when she earns it."
"So what does she have to do to earn it?"
"I don't know. I'll know it when she comes up with something good enough."
"What if she gets you Laurie again?"
"Oo, Laurie wasn't bad. Don't know what that has to do with Tammy though."
Melissa slapped my chest playfully. I could tell she wasn't really upset with me. I could also tell her wheels were still turning.
A week later, I fucked Laurie again. She was even better. I got a picture of her sucking my cream coated dick, and sent it to Tammy. No answer.
I got together with Hannah again, then Hannah and Melissa a few nights later. Then I got a text from Tammy. It was an address, a date and a time. I checked the address; it was a little hotel a town over. Five minutes later, Melissa texted me one word.
"Go."
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Tracking Evil: Nordland Part 1
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https://www.literotica.com/s/tracking-evil-nordland-part-1
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Interracial Love
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Story note: This is a 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, action set 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' Again, characters from this series created by Firsttimewriting appear.
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Chapter One: "If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don't want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all." -- David Livingstone.
Failure can teach a person far more about themselves than success. Erica Anderson was getting tired of these lessons though. The back seat of the car she found herself in lacked nothing in comfort but still she found herself sitting in a rigid pose, muscles tensed with worry. The interior smelled of the fragrant cedar air freshener that swung from the rearview mirror by the driver. On its own, pleasant enough, however mixed with his aftershave which he must have showered in, it made her nose crinkle with distaste.
It had been about six months since Rufus had sought to enslave her to his will and Christ alone knew what else he'd had planned for her at the Spider's command. She didn't like to dwell on it but somehow she couldn't shake the feeling he was always close by, biding his time, content for now to just watch her. Time might have been a resource the Spider and Rufus were happy enough to waste, but for Erica and her friends, they felt every movement of the hands on the clock, sweeping through every clue they could gather, scattering them. Chasing down hopeful leads and impaling them with their lance-like forms. Because from the moment Shondra had told her, that was all Erica thought about, keeping hope alive and gathering clues and information. Information about Denisa.
Six months, one week, two days and coming up on four hours at present. That's how long it had been since her friend had been taken. Another piece snatched from the chessboard by The Spider, the man who controlled both a business empire and an organization of serial killers. On their own, these people would be terrifying enough. He had given them resources, training, support and purpose. Now all that Erica could think of was that each stranger she passed on the street could be a killer sent to end her. Even now as she was travelling down the road the scenery passing by her window was both seen and unseen. Whatever beauty lay beyond the limits of the car window faded into a blurring collage, only the people she noticed, checking for threats. Was it the bus driver sounding his horn at a distracted Tesla driver? The traffic cop waving them both on? Perhaps it was the Uber driver seated in front of her? Paranoia was exhausting and no doubt a weapon that The Spider was well aware of and had engineered circumstances to bring it to bear on Erica.
The car she was seated in, a Chevy Malibu in brilliant white, pulled up to the drop off point outside the international departures area at the airport. Erica smiled in thanks as the driver helped her get her bag from the trunk of the car, relieved to be escaping the cloying bouquet of the car's interior. He pulled away quickly while she cast suspicious glances to either side of herself before hurrying into the terminal and heading for the check in area. Until she was through security, Erica didn't mean to let her guard down for a moment. It was the middle of the week, not that it made any difference to the crowds clogging the departures section of the terminal. All Erica could do was to be glad that at least she wasn't travelling during peak season, as she found herself whipping her head from side to side with every accidental nudge by passing strangers. Steeling herself, as finding a sense of calm wasn't on the table, Erica tried to not overreact, knowing that it would only draw more attention to herself.
In the last six months, there had been three more direct assaults by members of The Web against Erica, Arlene and Shondra. Nothing as overt as Rufus's infiltration or as blatant as the heavily armed trio that had tried to kidnap Arlene, they had all been lone attackers. The strikes had all the characteristics of opportunistic endeavors, no real planning behind them. That had made them hard to predict but easy enough to defeat, the only injury sustained was a cut to Shondra's forearm from a knife thrust. Arlene's opinion was that these men had simply come across the women, recognizing them from their struggles against The Web and had just seen a chance for glory in dispatching the women. She felt that if The Spider had planned an attack it would have been more sophisticated than say a lone assailant hiding in a wardrobe of their motel room with a knife. Erica agreed with her.
Still, if any of them were being tracked, by only Rufus or The Spider's entire organization, this was a vulnerable moment for Erica. To travel abroad, she'd needed to ditch her alias and use her own passport when booking the flight. That meant she had no intention of dawdling because safety lay on the far side of the scanners and detectors at the security gates. She joined the queue, patiently shuffling forward while weary looking TSA agents processed the people in front of her. An old woman, clearly no frequent flyer, moved with glacier slowness as she placed her carry-on luggage on the conveyor. All around her, Erica heard the muttered curses of people as they saw the inevitable delay this one passenger would cause. Perhaps no more than two extra minutes having to queue but already there was tension so palpable you could cut with a knife.
A flight abroad, a holiday should have been a dream come true. Somewhere exotic where she could lie on a beach, sip margarita's and worry only about where she might dine that evening. That wasn't the purpose of this trip, much less that type of destination. She was on a flight to Nordland, a cold windswept island nation in Northern Europe. No beaches and warm weather for her, Erica's bag stuffed instead with thermals and thick woolen clothing. She'd opted to travel efficiently, wearing what she'd need on her arrival. Grey combats that were hard wearing and warm, close fitting so that her pert rear filled the seat of them to almost tailor-made perfection. A red and black flannel shirt, open now as the airport was warmer than anticipated, and beneath it a square necked black ribbed tank-top with three buttons at the front, two of them open to reveal her cleavage. Slung over her shoulder along with one of her bags was a grey mid length winter jacket. The fur lined hood promised to keep her head warm but still Erica had a woolen grey beanie cap stuffed in one of the coat's pockets along with a pair of gloves. Arlene owned the jacket, so naturally it seemed to be festooned with numerous exterior and interior pockets, the kind of practicality so typical of her friend.
It wasn't a holiday, because like everything else she'd done in this last six months, this trip was related to investigating Denisa's capture.
The TSA agent waved her forward, bespeckled and ferret faced, the middle-aged man had a decidedly officious manner about him which he combined with a supercilious look on his face. Erica passed her bags onto the conveyor belt leading to the scanner, stepping forward through the metal detector. It emitted a small beep, and the same TSA agent beckoned her over, requesting that she stand with arms raised to shoulder height while he passed a wand over her. She felt his hand settle with over familiarity on her hip as he passed around her, raising an eyebrow in a 'not fucking amused' arch that he caught as he finished his check.
"Ahem... yes, you're good to proceed... next," he mumbled, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Erica didn't push, for one thing, he wasn't worth her time and effort and for another, she was just relieved to be through, safe in the knowledge that no armed assailant could have passed through the security sweep and be waiting for her.
She walked to her departure gate, hitting one coffee stand on the way by. The aroma of strong Colombian coffee was so very tempting but instead she opted to go the decaf route, Erica hoping to snatch a few precious hours of sleep on the flight.
Sleep. Now that was an underappreciated activity. As a teen she'd fought to be allowed to stay up late, bugging her parents for ten more minutes and then ten more after that. As an adult, part of a small group looking to take on an unknown number of serial killers... the chance for sleep, in a bed she could call her own, had become an irregular event and always what sleep she did manage was haunted by dreams that left her more tired than before she'd closed her eyes. It wasn't sleep really; it was untroubled rest that she needed. The lack of it hadn't begun to materialize physically, maybe she was a shade paler in complexion these days but that was all. If the pressure didn't let up, dark circles would soon mar the hollows beneath her eyes and her brain, it would lose most of its sharpness. What good would she be to Denisa then?
Denisa's fate haunted her. She'd been wounded defending Erica and her baby, still recovering from them when she'd been kidnapped. Had she been a hundred percent, perhaps she'd have fended off her attackers? The niggling question and the spike of guilt associated with it had left Erica tossing and turning restlessly night after night. So, when this lead arose, she'd jumped on it. A change of scenery, a chance to find her friend.
It had been Sam, a senior FBI agent, who had provided the lead. Some of Denisa's attackers had been identified from blood left at the scene, their DNA popping a hit once Sam had pushed it through. These men had connections with organized crime, Mexican Cartels, some Mafia families in the East, New York, New Jersey and Boston, the last being the most significant to Denisa's abduction. Smuggling had been a part of their repertoire and Sam postulated that Denisa had been taken out of the country using their contacts. Airports, as Erica was seeing for herself at this moment, were sewn up tight. Ports, however, still offered opportunities for narcotics, weapons, even people smuggling. Armed with this information, some tenuous sightings of dark SUVs at different locations, a rough timeline and access to shipping manifests courtesy of Sam and his contacts... Erica had been able to develop a number of possible leads on ships that might have been used to transport Denisa.
Those ships that had taken their cargo between different harbors up and down the eastern seaboard of the US, Arlene had taken responsibility for. This was the bulk of the leads, so she'd enlisted help, Victor, Trent, Duncan, Lincoln, JP all stepping up. They'd faced killers before, helped Erica bring down The Graffiti Killer and avenge Amos at the same time. None had hesitated in volunteering their time and effort in this quest. Even as Erica was sipping her decaf and waiting on her flight, her friends were paired off and running down any witnesses, crew members or dock workers who might be able to help.
There were two other ships on the list, both listed as transporting chemicals, but Sam had flagged remote connections between their captains and the suspects in Denisa's abduction and that had been enough for them to be worth chasing down. The first ship had docked in Lisbon Portugal, the second travelling to Nordhaven in Nordland. Shondra and Erica had engaged in an increasingly bitter round of Rock, paper, scissors until at best out of fifteen, Erica had conceded defeat, Shondra getting to travel to Portugal. A little of the sexy black woman's devilish nature showed as she began expounding on the quality of wine in the sun-drenched country. It was all banter, Shondra every bit as intent on Denisa's rescue as Erica. Besides there was no other choice, Arlene unable to fly given her condition. The older redhead falling pregnant had taken everyone by surprise. If it hadn't been for the shadow cast by Denisa's crisis, it would have been cause for celebration. There was joy attached to it, Erica especially pleased for her, but it was muted.
The airport's Tannoy system squawked into life, the semi comprehensible voice typical to every airport in the world garbling out an announcement that Erica deciphered to mean her flight had begun boarding. Erica didn't know if Denisa was going to be there or how she'd begin looking for her. She'd armed herself with some guidebooks on Nordland and more importantly she'd been able to organize an actual escort from the local police; Victor reaching out via a friend in Europol to a sympathetic police captain who'd promised an officer would be waiting for Erica at arrivals and would provide her with assistance for a few days at least.
Finally settling into her seat by the window, Erica fastened her seat belt and closed her eyes, not even waiting for take-off before seeking sleep. She'd need to be on the top of her game for Denisa's sake, she just prayed to God it wasn't some rookie cop waiting for her in Nordland or worse, some grizzled veteran with a chip on his shoulder and an eye on retirement. In a few hours she'd know.
Chapter Two: "Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing." -- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey
The Nordhaven International Airport terminal was bustling with activity as travelers, flight crew and airport staff crisscrossed the floor of the modern facility. Amongst the throngs of holiday makers and businesspeople, Emelie Vikander stood near the main display boards, staring up at the flight information, her heavy woolen coat draped over her arm. Skiing in Nordland had grown in popularity over the last decade so the sight of tourists carrying long equipment bags that seemed demonically predisposed to trip their bearer or just an unobservant passerby was becoming commonplace. Dressed in a business casual style of tailored black slacks, a fitted blue blazer over a nondescript cream blouse and low-heeled ankle boots, with her blonde hair tied back in a simple ponytail, the young policewoman blended easily into the crowd.
She tapped her finger against her chin as her eyes scanned the board, looking at the arrivals information. Hmm... just landed, she thought, spying the flight number she was looking for. At least thirty minutes or more to clear customs and immigration, another fifteen or so to collect any luggage... I've probably got nearly an hour to wait, she mused to herself.
Glancing around the busy terminal, Emelie saw a nearby café and started to make her way towards it. Having just come off a demanding shift cycle over the past fortnight, and having gone for a brisk run this morning, she felt in need of some caffeine. It probably didn't help staying up with Sven the night before -- he'd been quizzing her on various intricacies of Nordlandic criminal law, part of her preparations for her Detective exams.
What had started as an innocuous Q&A session had soon turned steamy with Sven gently teasing her leg as he lay next to her on the couch in their living room. Emelie had sighed to herself as he did, it hadn't helped that she'd only been wearing a singlet top and a pair of shorts, not expecting her fiancé to be in such an amorous mood. Despite her desire to complete her study session, his teasing strokes had soon aroused her.
It hadn't taken very long at all for both her and Sven's clothing to be stripped from their bodies with Emelie swinging her leg over his lap to straddle him as he sat on the couch. She'd let out a long sigh of pleasure as she had slowly sunk onto his hard cock, feeling it parting her pink folds and burrowing deep into her pussy. She'd ridden him for several minutes, enjoying both the sensation of her handsome Nordic fiancé inside her and the look of ecstasy on his face.
As Sven had unloaded inside her, Emelie had shivered with both guilt and pleasure. She had felt him reaching his peak and she'd whispered in his ear for him to come inside her, assuring him it was a safe time of the month for him to do so, when, in fact, she was secretly receiving birth control injections. Part of her hated the fact that she was forced to lie about her birth control with him, being honest with him about it might have made him ask questions about her past that she didn't want to confront.
As they had collapsed panting on the couch, Emelie realized that these quick, spontaneous fuck sessions had become more frequent. Not that she was complaining -- Sven was a handsome man with classical Nordic features and a chiseled physique as befitted a member of the Nordland Police Service Tactical Team.
But, as had been the case over the past several weeks, Emelie realized that she couldn't, or wouldn't deny, Sven's advances, rationalizing it as a way to assuage her lingering guilt over what she had done in that back alley with the young African migrant. God, I can't believe I did that... Emelie said to herself, pushing down the feelings of guilt and shame that arose every time she recalled the event. There were other feelings that went hand in hand with these recollections, one's she wasn't prepared to dwell on. She still didn't fully know why she did what she did, taking his cock into her mouth under the pretense of searching him. She could still recall the taste of his warm, thick seed that had flooded her mouth.
Perhaps it had been her lingering memories of Kofi, the young African migrant who she'd embarked on a torrid and highly illegal affair with several years previously and was now imprisoned for drug dealing and awaiting deportation back to Africa, that had caused her to do something so illegal and taboo that the thought of it sent a shiver of fear and excitement through her, even now.
Thankfully, nothing had happened to her since then. Emelie hadn't seen the youth on her patrols around Nordhaven as a member of the Interracial Liaison Officer squad. In truth, she hoped that she would never see him again, the guilt and shame would be too much. There was also the real possibility he might imagine he had some leverage over her now, if he tried to blackmail her in some fashion, things could turn ugly or worse, public.
Why did I do that? The thought echoed in her mind. Had it been because of her unresolved feelings for Kofi, their affair burning hot and intense before that fateful night when she had been forced to arrest him. There was another possibility, one that she tried as hard as she could to ignore but lingered in the back of her mind.
Maybe I wanted to do it... maybe I wanted to enjoy the feeling of intimacy with a Black man again.
She contemplated this disconcerting thought to herself as she lined up in the queue at the café to order behind several Air Nordland flight attendants in their trim blue uniforms. She vaguely overheard them talking about a colleague named Sigrid before she pushed the conversation from her mind and turned her thoughts towards the task at hand. She would deal with the lingering guilt over Kofi and the teen later, now she had a job to do.
"What can I get for you?" The voice of the young woman behind the counter jolted Emelie back to the present. "Oh... um... just a small espresso, please."
"That'll be seven euros, please."
Emelie dug out her wallet from her pocket. Shit! Seven euros! With a sigh, she tapped her credit card on the reader on the counter and made her way around to wait for her drink to be prepared. As she did, her mind drifted to her assignment. Ha! Assignment, she thought to herself. Nursemaid, more like it!
While she watched the barista make her coffee, her thoughts drifted back over a week to a family dinner she attended at her parents' house. Her father, a previous commander of the Tactical Team when he had served as police officer, had also invited several of his old colleagues over for dinner. To her surprise, Emelie had found herself in conversation with an Assistant Commissioner heading up the international engagement division in the National Investigation Service. He'd been delighted to hear that she was preparing for her Detective exams.
He'd even offered her an opportunity to gain some experience. An easy task, as he'd called it, to be a liaison officer with an American, some sort of investigative consultant who had been vouched for by the FBI to do some background investigations. Emelie had nodded eagerly when the offer was made but she was still smart enough to realize that by sending her, the Commissioner didn't have to send a qualified Detective on the task. Nonetheless, it was an opportunity to work in plain-clothes and would look good on her record when the Board sat to consider her application for Detective.
"Thank you," Emelie said as she collected her coffee and made her way over to sit down at a nearby table to wait, her eyes glancing around the swirling mass of humanity that was walking by the café. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and fair complexion, she certainly didn't stand out in a Nordic country like Nordland, but she couldn't help but notice the increasing numbers of non-Nordic people in the terminal.
Southern Europeans, Eastern Europeans, Asians, Africans... Nordhaven was increasingly becoming an ethnic melting pot. In a place like an airport terminal, filled with lower paid manual labor opportunities, the influx of these migrants was especially visible amongst the staff manning the shops and cafes, amongst the airport staff that kept the terminal clean and functioning. This had been both good -- she and Sven had enjoyed a fantastic curry several nights earlier at a new Indian restaurant near their apartment; and bad -- the influx of migrants had brought a commensurate influx of criminal gangs. She had spotted at least six individuals, three Africans, one Middle Eastern and two Eastern Europeans, who she was certain were criminals, scouting out the heaving throng of passengers. Pick-pockets, human traffickers, pimps... she didn't know but she could tell they were up to no good.
Leave it to the airport police, she told herself as she sipped her coffee, wincing at the taste. That cost seven euros? The young policewoman shifted in her seat, trying to get more comfortable on the hard, wooden surface, the comforting weight of her Glock service pistol in its holster on her hip, still discretely covered by her blazer.
Another sigh. Sergeant Nilsen wasn't happy when the request had come through from the National Investigation Service for her to be detached temporarily to this task. She could still recall his stern expression as he'd told her that she was going to leave her shift even more short-staffed. The Interracial Liaison Team was doing good work, helping to defuse the tensions on the streets with the migrant communities, but she didn't want to stay there forever -- she wanted to land the coveted role of Detective. And every little task, even something as mundane as babysitting an American, would undoubtedly help.
Finishing the last of her overpriced coffee, Emelie stood up and made her way towards the arrival gate. Standing in sight of the passengers slowly exiting into the terminal, she fished a paper sign from her pocket and held it in front of her for the passengers to see: Erica Anderson. She had no idea what this Erica Anderson looked like or even what she wanted to do here in Nordland. The directions from the National Investigation Service had been vague. However, her father had always taught her to be flexible. If driving an American around to see the sights for a couple of days meant she would receive extra marks on her Detective application -- well, she could do that...
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it from her pocket. It was a message from Sven:
Hope you're having fun with your special assignment!
He'd signed off with a grinning emoji. Smart-ass, she thought good-naturedly to herself, he'd been teasing her about it that morning, calling it a super-secret mission to uncover a criminal empire. Her finger hovered over the screen, thinking up a retort when she heard an American-accented voice in front of her.
"I'm Erica Anderson"
Emelie glanced up at the young woman standing in front of her. Automatically her Academy training kicked in: Mid-late 20s, brown hair, blue eyes, about 5'6" or 5'7", around 120lbs. She certainly didn't cut the figure of a hardened investigator, more a pretty small-town girl making her way in the world, but there was something about her eyes, Emelie thought. A hardness and determination that shone through despite the clear appearance of fatigue from the trans-Atlantic flight.
Smoothly, Emelie pocketed her phone and reached out with her hand -- the message to Sven would have to wait. "Officer Emelie Vikander. Nordland Police Service. Pleased to meet you." The two women shook hands as Emelie's eyes glanced over Erica. She was dressed quite appropriately for the weather and climate, but she could tell that the gear was new, as if this had been an unexpected trip. Except for the boots, these looked to be well worn in and ideal for hiking. She had a backpack slung over her shoulder and a small travel bag at her feet -- clearly she travelled light.
Emelie hesitated -- now what? Her orders had been to collect this Erica Anderson and accompany and assist her. That was it. I just love my job... she mused to herself. At least this would give her a chance to practice her English. Even in her role as a police officer, she didn't find much opportunity to use it, mainly just lost tourists. "You look tired, Ms. Anderson. Would you like me to take you to your hotel?" she asked, somewhat formally.
Erica nodded. "Yes please, and its Erica, okay?"
The Nordic policewoman nodded, a small smile creasing her face. "Of course... and please, Emelie." Erica nodded in response and reached for the handle of her travel bag. "What hotel are you staying at?"
Erica pulled a piece of paper from her pocket and peered at it. "The... um...
Havutsikt Hotell
"
"The Oceanview" Emelie said in English, nodding as she turned to lead her towards the exit. "It's nice enough, not too expensive. It's down near the Harbor and Port facilities. You should be able to walk to most of the tourist areas from there."
"I'm sorry, I'm not here to see the sights," Erica replied. There was something in her voice that made Emelie pause, and she turned back to face the young American.
"And why are you here then, Erica?" she asked.
That was when Emelie took note of the wary glances Erica had been sending out towards the other people in the arrivals hall since first approaching Emelie. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled. Something's going on here... what is she really doing here...?
"Let's talk in the car, I'm a bit tired." Emelie nodded, wanting to push, to get to the bottom of what this was all about but knowing any discourtesy to this consultant would stand against her. "Of course, it's just outside."
As the two women made their way to the exit, neither of them noticed a man standing near the newsagent, his dark eyes following them.
Chapter 3: "First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do." Epictetus, The Discourses.
Thankfully the car, a nondescript silver Volvo EX30, that Emelie led Erica to was parked close by, the biting cold of this northern country with its proximity to the Arctic chilling her to the bone despite her winter wear. Some of it could be written off to tiredness of course but it was a blessing to get into the car all the same. She took a minute to evaluate the young police officer as Emelie navigated a path through the parking structure and out of the airport, swinging onto a highway leading into the city of Nordhaven proper.
The fact that she hadn't pressed Erica for answers or shown any irritation at being asked to wait was a good sign. Patience was a rare quality in most people but especially in those who were younger. That didn't make her a good cop of course and perhaps she was anything but, getting sent out to babysit Erica. Attractive, young and female, Erica was sure that Emelie had pulled more than her fair share of bullshit assignments before this. The fact that she'd cut straight to the chase though, asking about Erica's purpose here... it boded well.
The warm air from the heater in the car was tugging at her gently, lulling her towards sleep. Erica would have liked nothing more than to answer that siren call but she owed Emelie answers, so instead she shrugged off the now too warm jacket awkwardly beneath the seat belt, tossing it onto the backseat before clearing her throat.
"Guess it's probably easier if you tell me first what you know about my trip here," Erica said. Emelie didn't respond at first, eyes on the road as she overtook a car in front of her, sliding back into her lane before answering.
"Not much. You're an American consultant, working with the FBI and I'm to offer you assistance while you're here."
"Jesus, vague much? Well, I'm not sure actually how much my friend in the FBI shared with your superiors so the lack of detail might be on our end," Erica offered, comforted somewhat by the fact that at least Emelie spoke fairly good English. Her own Nordic was only as good as the translation app on her phone. "To keep it short, six months ago an American citizen, born in Romania, was abducted by armed men from a house in Massachusetts. We've reason to believe she was taken out of that state via ship. To somewhere else in the US or to Europe, we're not quite sure. I'm here following up one of the potential leads."
"And 'we' are?"
"The FBI, and some other... umm... Consultants."
"So, you aren't law enforcement, you're a civilian. Why wasn't an FBI agent detailed to travel here instead?"
"Good question. I'm part of a separate line of investigation. Less official." Erica stopped talking, seeing confusion and disbelief of Emelie's face as she glanced over at her. She wasn't good at bullshitting, and her tiredness wasn't helping. She needed this woman on her side and feeding her crap wasn't going to do that.
"Simple truth, the woman who was taken was a friend of mine. I'm invested in finding her. I have friends at the Bureau, and they pulled strings for me," Erica said, omitting a lot but speaking the truth all the same.
"She must be some friend, that sounds like a lot of favor's being called in," Emelie noted, offering Erica a half smile.
"I guess I never considered what Sam and Victor, my FBI friends, had to go through to organize this. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what they've done, not like I'm selfish, not considering them. It's just...," Erica paused to yawn, jaw cracking from the stretch. "Sorry... where was I? Yeah... have you ever discharged your weapon in the line of duty? Killed someone?"
Emelie didn't answer, there was tightening in her face that could have been read as anything given the question, so Erica simply decided to assume the young cop hadn't had to face an ordeal like that so early in her career.
"My friend, Denisa. She put herself in harm's way. Killed two men who needed killing, to save my life and the life of my baby. Doing that might have led to her being taken. Coming here, burning favors... small price to pay if I can help her." There was silence for a couple of minutes, Erica's eyelids becoming heavy, her head sagging slightly. She started, head jerking, when Emelie spoke again.
"I still don't understand, why you? I understand it's personal for you. But what sort of consultant are you? What do you specialize in?" Emelie probably had a hundred more questions, good ones likely, but it made sense that she, as a police officer would want to know about who was sitting beside her first, the rest could wait. Another indication she was good at her job by not allowing herself to be sidetracked.
"I don't specialize in much of anything. I'm a reporter... was a reporter." Erica could tell Emelie felt about reporters much the same as most cops around the globe did, a look of distaste passing across her fine features. "I did some investigative work, looking for my break. My investigations put me in an orbit with a serial killer and I've had dealing with others since. So, my forte I guess is acting like a magnet for some of the worst people imaginable. So yeah, not something I'd put on my resume." That earned Erica a snort of laughter from Emelie, a nice way to bring this conversation to a close as the blonde cop pulled the car smoothly to a stop outside the hotel Erica was booked into.
"Do you need help checking in?"
"God no. Just give me five minutes and we can head out," Erica said, stretching behind her to reclaim her coat. There was no way she was stepping outside until she had it back on.
"Head out? You want to start now?"
"Sure, why not?"
"It's already after three. I assume you want to go to the docks where the ship arrived? Well, you need to give me the name of the vessel so I can trace the berth number, contact the dock supervisor and arrange a meeting. I'll be lucky to get them on the phone before they finish their shift, so forget about meeting them tonight," Emelie explained patiently.
'She probably thinks I'm an idiot,' Erica thought, rubbing at tired eyes, another yawn bursting free.
"You're tired, you aren't reasoning very well I imagine. Give me the ship's name and the date it was berthed. Let me do my job, helping you. All you need to do is get some sleep, have a shower and we'll start tomorrow. The Nordhaven Police Service is on the case. Does that sound good?"
"Yes, but no... but yes. You're right of course," Erica admitted. Emelie stepped out of the car to take Erica's bags from the trunk. By the time she'd set them on the sidewalk in front of the hotel, Erica had joined her, a folded piece of paper in her hand.
"The information," Erica said. She picked up her bags as Emelie pushed the paper into her coat pocket. "Oh, I added the address of my podcast there as well."
"Your podcast?" There it was again, the same look that signified Emelie's suspicion and distrust of the media.
"Give it a listen, it might give you a better impression of me than I've managed to make so far." Erica left it at that, her rueful smile crumbling with tiredness as she turned and walked into the lobby of the hotel.
Emelie shook her head muttering, "Americans... such a strange people." Despite this, she selected the app Erica had listed on the paper, scrolling till she found Erica's name. She pulled away as Erica's voice began to sound out from the speakers in her car.
'The Graffiti Killer, the true story behind one of the most devious serial killers you've never heard of. For me, Erica Anderson, the story began...'
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"I'm coming... I'm coming... for fuck's sake" Erica grumbled impatiently as she hurried towards the hotel phone ringing on the side table next to the bed. Catching her toe on the leg of a chair made her turn the air blue with a string of curses. She was dressed in just a white towel, her brown hair still damp from the shower. Once she'd checked in, she'd debated whether to have a shower first or just collapse into the bed. The thought of a few hours of uninterrupted sleep had been too much and, to her surprise, the bed had been much more comfortable than she'd expected.
Fortunately, she had set her alarm on her phone, otherwise she would have likely slept through to the next morning. As it was, she'd managed three hours of blissful sleep before the beeping device had awoken her. The shower had been a godsend, the hot water washing away the fatigue and grime from her flight and leaving her skin pink and refreshed.
Hopping one-legged after stubbing her toe, Erica dropped unceremoniously onto the bed, snatching the phone from its stand.
'Ok... ok...' she thought to herself, seeking focus as she picked up the phone, noting the time on the clock next to it. 7:57pm. Her stomach rumbled instinctively. Little wonder having eaten nothing since the morning before, prior to the airport back in the States.
"Hello, Erica?" She immediately recognized Emelie's voice.
"Yeah, hello... Emelie" she managed to pull the young cop's name from her foggy brain, her speech sounding tired even to herself despite the nap and shower.
"I... um... listened to your podcast... Is it all really true?"
"Every word of it, if anything I left a lot out." Erica wasn't about to share her sexual journey that had somehow been set into motion, moving in tandem with her hunt for a killer.
"Then I think I understand more about what you are trying to do here. I stopped at my station and ran those details through our computer system. I think I might have some ideas about where to start tomorrow."
"Uh-huh," Erica responded, doing her best to stifle a yawn as she eyed the bed she sat on. If Emelie had heard her, the Nordic cop didn't give the impression of being affronted by Erica's lackluster response, she simply continued in her polite manner of speaking, "I was also calling to see if you'd had dinner yet. I wasn't sure if you were going to sleep. You looked quite tired this afternoon."
The mention of both her fatigue and hunger made Erica yawn and her stomach rumble again at the same time and she hoped to God Emelie couldn't hear that cacophony through the phone. "Yeah, I... uh... got some sleep and just had a shower."
There was a brief pause on the line. "Are you hungry? I was thinking you could come over to my place and have dinner with me along with my fiancé and we could... talk... discuss where we could start."
Erica realized that the young policewoman was trying to be friendly, and that she herself hadn't been putting her best foot forward. Erica's Mom would have kicked her ass for acting so ungraciously, exhausted or not. Then came the cynical voice, the part of her that had moved to the fore since Rufus's betrayal. 'She probably thinks I have some pull at the FBI, will be able to put in a good word for her after this', she thought. 'No harm in having dinner with her and it's probably better than waiting for room service or raiding the minibar fridge.'
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea," she replied, adding a swift 'Thank you" at the thought of her mother folding her arms in displeasure a few thousand miles away.
"Ok, my station is only a few minutes away. I'll meet you in the lobby in ten minutes."
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Erica was standing in the foyer waiting when Emelie arrived. The young Nordic policewoman shook her coat as she came through the doors of the hotel lobby -- it was raining again outside; a cold, soaking rain that was common this time of the year with the onset of winter just around the corner. Thankfully the lobby was warm and bright, and she made her way to where Erica was standing, idly leafing through tourist guides for the small Scandinavian nation.
"I thought you didn't plan to do any sightseeing," Emelie said as she approached the young American reporter. Erica looked up and shook her head. "Not sightseeing, just getting a lay of the land."
Emelie's eyebrows raised fractionally at her words -- she didn't expect that. The young woman who looked like she had just left college was acting more like a police officer, soldier or spy, gathering information, understanding her environment. 'She's done this before', Emelie mused briefly to herself, there was something in this American's eyes, a hardness that seemed so out of place in her soft attractive features.
"Are you hungry? My apartment is about ten minutes from here. Nordhaven is fairly small, so it doesn't take long to get around."
"Great, I'm starving," Erica replied, grateful to have some food at last. From what little research she'd conducted she knew Nordlandic food was very similar to Norwegian and Danish cuisine. The thought of dinner made her stomach growl again, a red blush appearing on her face as she realized Emelie could definitely hear her body's reaction this time.
"Apparently," was all the comment Emelie made, and they both laughed, dispelling Erica's embarrassment.
"Come on then, I'm parked just outside," Emelie said, leading her towards the doors. "You'll need those clothes, especially that coat... it's raining again outside." Erica had pulled on the same clothes she'd worn earlier, too tired to dig around in her bag for something else. Besides, she was here to look for Denisa, not take part in a fashion parade. The young Nordic policewoman didn't mention anything, her clothes slightly more fashionable but still professional.
As they walked to the car in the rain, Erica pulled her hood up to shield her head from the rain and her eyes glanced over at Emelie. The Nordlandic woman seemed unconcerned about the rain and the cold. 'I guess she's used to it', she thought. They stopped in front of the car that Emelie had picked her up from the airport in and Erica was grateful to get out of the foul weather.
As they drove towards her apartment, Emelie did her best to engage Erica in light conversation. It was clear that the reporter was tired despite the nap and the shower, but she gamely carried on answering Emelie's questions. Both women became visibly more comfortable with each other through the relaxed exchange of banter. Emelie explained a few landmarks as they passed by them and Erica nodded politely. Soon, however, Emelie turned the conversation towards more practical matters.
"I have some information that might be useful for us," she told Erica, using the word 'us' instead of 'you'. She still wasn't sure what the American's story was, but she wasn't going to let her go wandering around Nordland by herself. If anything happened to her, Emelie would be the one explaining herself to her superiors.
"I wasn't able to get the dock supervisor who was on duty the day your ship arrived, but I did manage to get hold of his manager before he left for the day," Emelie continued. "We have an appointment to see him first thing in the morning."
Erica nodded. "Do you think he'll be able to tell us anything?"
"I don't know," Emelie replied with a shrug. "I don't know how it is in America, but here, well it's a pretty unionized workforce down there, and they tend to be rather reluctant when it comes to cooperating with the police." She paused for a moment. "If we don't have any luck with them, I might have a thought regarding a different approach we could take..."
The reporter turned her head to look at her. "What do you mean?"
Emelie paused for a moment, as if weighing her words. "My, umm... my team that I'm part of... we deal with migrants, I'm what you would call an inter-relations liaison officer." Erica nodded, not sure where the young cop was going with this.
"The docks are a good source of work for migrants, the unions might control a lot of the official activity but there are always unpopular tasks they are happy enough to farm out to undocumented workers. The dirty jobs essentially. It's cheaper, and easier, to use migrants for some of the more dangerous manual work." She paused, as they arrived at an intersection, her eyes darting in both directions before she turned the car and continued towards her apartment.
"I have a few contacts down there at the docks; if we aren't lucky with the manager, we could try them and see if they saw anything when your ship arrived."
Erica shrugged, it seemed like a good idea. From her experience over the past several years, sometimes it was quicker, easier and gave better results to skip the office-workers and talk to people on the ground, the ones who really knew what was happening.
A few minutes later the pair were pulling up at Emelie's apartment building, a relatively modern structure that screamed middle-class, young family housing. Thankfully the rain had eased somewhat, leaving a cold drizzle that hung in the air as the pair made their way to the entrance. "Is the weather always this good here?" Erica asked half-jokingly, shaking the water from her coat.
Emelie gave her a little grin. "This is mild as we are on the coast. Wait a few weeks or better yet, go a bit further north of where we are now. You'd gladly swap the arctic conditions for a bit of rain then." Erica huffed out a breath in agreement, she was cold enough as it was without Emelie invoking images of Arctic tundra, so she'd keep her observations about the weather to herself for the moment.
Just as they reached the front door of Emelie's apartment, it opened in front of them and a tall, well-built man emerged, clearly in a rush. "Em, sorry... I've got to go," he said to Emelie in Nordic. "We've been called out."
The cop turned to look at the young reporter. "Umm... Erica... this is my fiancé, Sven."
Sven gave Erica a brief smile. "Erica, nice to meet you. Apologies, but I need to go," he said in heavily accented English. He gave Emelie a quick peck on the lips and said something in Nordic, flashed Erica a final smile of contrition before dashing down the stairs, pulling on a heavy coat.
"He's a police officer too, a member of our Police Tactical Team," Emelie explained as she ushered Erica into her apartment and closed the door behind them. "He's been called out for a job."
"Does that happen often?" Erica asked as she doffed her coat and hung it up next to Emelie's on the rack near the front door. "Sometimes, we're used to it now," she replied as she led Erica into the apartment. It was cozy... and warm. Immediately Erica yawned, feeling a wave of fatigue washing over her in the over-heated environment.
While Erica settled on the sofa, Emelie busied herself in the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of wine and a pair of glasses. "Whoa, that's some strong stuff," Erica said as she took a sip. "Traditional Nordic wine," Emelie told her. "You could use it as a decent paint stripper," Erica replied with a laugh, Emelie joining in when she realized Erica wasn't actually complaining about the quality of the wine.
Despite her protestations for Erica to relax on the sofa, the young American helped Emelie prepare some dinner -- several hearty Nordic dishes that made Erica's stomach rumble in anticipation. Soon the pair were sitting at the dining table, eating and drinking, the connection between the two growing as the conversation progressed.
"So here in Nordland we have just about every criminal gang you can think of," Emelie said as she took a sip of wine. "We're a small country, but in a very fortunate location that has made it appealing to a certain element. It's easy to get to Scandinavia, Germany, Belgium, Holland and the United Kingdom."
"Makes sense, so who are your biggest gangs then?" Erica asked as she stabbed a piece of delicious lamb on her plate and popped it into her mouth.
"Well, the one that is causing the most trouble at the moment is a large migrant gang, the African Kings. They are mainly made up of migrants from West Africa. Most of them are here illegally. They are involved in drugs, prostitution and the extortion of members of their own communities."
"Do you think they could be involved?" Erica asked. Emelie shook her head. "Not so much at the port. That's controlled by the unions, who are backed by several other Nordlandic crime gangs. The Kings prefer to deal with the downstream aspects, like distribution of narcotics once they've entered the country. There are others of course, but thankfully we have nothing on the scale of the criminal organizations you have in America. We have no Mafia, no cartels. Though we do have a significant biker gang presence, so far they have remained exclusively Norlander in their make-up. They have colorful names of course, like, The Blood Eagles, Ship Breakers, Raven Brotherhood."
Erica nodded as Emelie reached for the wine bottle to top up her glass. Despite the alcohol content, or maybe because of it, Erica found the wine to be very enjoyable and easy to drink, leaving an almost perfect aftertaste in her mouth.
"Thank you," she said to Emelie as she reached for her topped up glass. "then we'll head down to the docks in the morning?"
The cop nodded. "Just leave the talking to me." She grinned at Erica. "Unless, your Nordic is better than you let on."
"Afraid not, it's only as good as my phone," Erica replied, somewhat sheepishly.
"Don't worry," Emelie replied. "English is fairly common here, we're taught it in school from an early age."
As Emelie refilled their glasses, Erica looked about her, a photo on the wall catching her eye, where a younger Emelie was captured standing next to an older man that Erica presumed to be the young cop's father. He was dressed in a police uniform, both of them smiling broadly for the camera at what was clearly Emelie's graduation from the police academy. Erica, feeling she should set aside thoughts and discussions about the hunt for Denisa for a moment, drew Emelie's attention to the photo with a pointed glance.
"Your father?" Emelie nodded before sipping from her own glass.
"Looks like we have something in common then," Emelie's eyebrows rose in an unspoken question, so Erica elaborated. "We both took after our fathers, you became a cop, I became a reporter... of sorts anyway."
With dinner basically over at this point, Emelie didn't immediately respond to Erica's observation. Instead, she rose from the table, lifting the remnants of the bottle of wine, and the two women moved to the sofa, Erica doing her best to fight the effects of a full stomach, good wine and the heating system that seemed to be working overtime as she sank into the padded sofa.
"You said you are a reporter, sort of. What did you mean by that?" Emelie asked it in a light tone, but Erica's backstory intrigued her; the bits of the podcast she'd managed to listen to only adding to her desire to know more about this American sitting in her home.
"Short answer, I thought I was smarter than everyone else, figured I'd break my way into a top job with the New York Times or the Washington Post by exposing a series of crimes that nobody else had seen were linked. Only problem was that I hadn't counted on the fact that when you get drawn into that world, getting back out is a lot harder than you'd think. People died. People I cared about. Fortunately, I also made friends who've made me a better person." Erica paused, clearing her throat that had suddenly grown raspy, despite the wine. "I've seen the face of evil, that's not hyperbole it's as true a fact as its impossible to deny that I'm sitting here in your apartment. Anyways, after all that I couldn't walk away, I couldn't sit around simply reporting on what was happening. I needed to find a way to stop the murders and the man behind them. I wanted to prevent anyone else from being taken." Erica gave Emelie a sheepish smile. "You probably think I'm either full of it or just an idealistic loon."
"No, no... if you were telling me lies, I think they'd be more plausible and if an FBI agent is telling my commander to give you help, well that rules out you being insane," Emelie said; she held up the bottle, but Erica waved it off. It was too late to be hoping for a clear head in the morning but there was no point doubling down on it either.
"I know you've been ordered to help and it's probably the last thing you wanted to do. But I appreciate it, the help, the meal, not judging my story... fuck, oops sorry," Erica raised a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. "Sorry, shouldn't be swearing, it's a bad habit I've fallen into. Shouldn't be getting so maudlin as well. Too much wine, too little sleep."
"Well how about a small coffee and then I'll drop you back off at your hotel? I promise, we'll still start early tomorrow," Emelie offered, Erica nodded, a shot of caffeine was exactly what her brain needed.
Emelie was rummaging around in the kitchen making a coffee when Erica decided to close her eyes. Just for a minute, she told herself.
When Emelie returned a moment later, she saw the young American reporter had drifted off to sleep on her sofa. Americans... can't hold their alcohol, she thought good naturedly to herself. She quite liked Erica and her down to earth, but dedicated approach to her work, not to mention her clear loyalty and commitment to her friends. Her father had instilled similar values in her, which had only grown over the years as a member of the police service.
Grabbing a blanket from the cupboard, she draped it over Erica's body, watching as the reporter shifted slightly in her sleep, looking for a more comfortable spot on the sofa.
'Better get some rest myself, tomorrow's going to be a big day,' she thought to herself as she made her way back to the kitchen to clean up.
Chapter Four: "The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes." Arthur Conan-Doyle
Good to her word, Emelie woke Erica early the next morning. Through eyelids made thick with the detritus of sleep, Erica croaked out an unconvincing declaration that she was awake although this became more convincing when she was passed a mug filled to the brim with strong coffee, the steam rising from it declaring it was burning hot. It didn't put Erica off however, she sat up and quaffed a couple of mouthfuls finding it had been sweetened lightly just as she liked it.
Sven had returned from his call out and not too long ago judging by the state of the good looking man's disheveled state. A streak of grime marred one side of his face and the knuckles of the hand which he held his own mug of coffee appeared grazed.
"Rough one?" Sven looked towards Emelie, the Nordlander cop already dressed and looking none the worse for wear given what they'd drunk the night before. She spoke a few words in Nordic, clarifying Erica's question. Sven nodded affably, he set his mug down and clenched the injured hand with a slight grimace.
"Yes, a rough one. But... uh, you should see the other guy?" he said in accented English. Erica laughed, giving him a thumbs up for his use of the colloquialism.
"Sven needs to sleep, if you like I can make some breakfast, and we can go?" Erica winced at the idea of food, her stomach wasn't up for that challenge. This was her first, never to be repeated, brush with Nordic wine. She gulped back the last of her coffee, resolutely ignoring the burn she gave her tongue in the process. Sven wasn't the only tough guy in the room. Finished, Erica passed the mug to Emelie and went in search of her coat.
Outside, the rain of the previous day had passed and the morning sky over the small Nordic city was bright and cloudless. It was also bitter with cold, and Erica found herself shuffling from one foot to the other as she watched Emelie pat herself down in search of her car keys. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer. Keys located, they hopped into the car, Emelie started it up and turned on the heated seats along with the heater; then watched with a smile as Erica groaned with relief as the sting of the cold faded from her skin.
"Perhaps next time you should visit in the summer?"
"Sure, right, next time," Erica replied with a wry tone.
Since she hadn't planned on sleeping over, Erica had left her notebook in her hotel room. In the digital age it was an anachronism, but she'd learned the benefit of note taking from her father and as a reporter, as an investigator, she had come to rely on it as part of her process. Mentioning it to Emelie resulted in the blonde woman fishing a police notepad from the car's glove compartment along with a pen. Armed with these, Erica felt better as the car swept along the roads towards the docks. The traffic was thickening now with the morning commuters inching along the route ahead of them.
"How long?"
"Ten minutes," Emelie said.
"Sweet... wake me up in nine," Erica said, closing her eyes, in no hurry to leave the warmth of the car.
Three heartbeats by Erica's reckoning, almost ten minutes by Emelie's watch, the car pulled through the security gates of the docks; Emelie flashing her identification at the guard stationed by the gate. The dock manager's office was clearly signposted and Emelie drew the car up in a spot marked for visitors beside the office building.
"Okay, let's see if we can get you the answers you're looking for," Emelie said as she opened the car door.
"Hope so, otherwise I flew thousands of miles just to freeze my ass off," Erica muttered darkly, her mood still sour that morning from the jet lag and the self-inflicted hangover. She followed Emelie into the office block, passing through a nondescript hallway that was lined by cramped looking offices, filled with burly men who didn't acknowledge their presence openly, and yet Erica felt her neck itch from the suspicious stares and outright leers she imagined directed at her.
Emelie stopped in front of an office at the end of the corridor, this one markedly different as it had a door. She rapped her knuckles on the wood paneling just beneath the small sign that read
'Havnedirektør'
. There was a loud but unintelligible response to her knock and Erica followed her police escort into the Port Director's office. The man sitting behind the deck fulfilled Erica's notion of what a Viking would look like. He was in his late forties, his skin leathery and wrinkled from a lifetime of working outdoors. Pale blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail, his beard had a reddish tinge to it and hung to his chest in two plaits. He slowly rose, extending his hand towards them and Erica felt the work calloused skin as he gripped her own hand in a perfunctory handshake, pale blue eyes narrowed in suspicion. Clearly the route to his present position had been straight from the bottom, this man having started on the docks as a laborer and gaining promotions through hard work, certainly not having it just handed to him.
As they had already agreed that Emelie would take the lead, Erica settled to look through the large window in the office, watching as a crane began to hoist a container from a ship anchored opposite the office building. The port was a hive of activity, trucks and forklifts moving about, men with checklists everywhere, cataloging cargo and directing its movements. Beyond the dockside, barely visible as she peered to the left, a forest of containers spread out in an expanse of dull painted metal. Behind her, Emelie was in conversation with the Port Director and already Erica could tell that they'd learn nothing from this interaction, the man's tone one of weary disinterest, her ignorance of the language not an impediment to her understanding the direction of the exchange.
"Erica." She turned at her name, nodding as Emelie beckoned to her that they were leaving.
"No luck?"
"No. He says he spoke to the supervisor who oversaw the ship's arrival all the way through to its departure. No passengers left the ship including the crew. It was berthed for less than a day, took on cargo for Britain; then left just before the supervisor finished his shift."
"Do you believe him?"
"I am not entirely sure," Emelie answered honestly. "He had no reason to lie, we weren't accusing him or his employees of any misconduct or illegal activity. I just have the feeling he didn't push his dock supervisor too hard when he spoke to him; I'd have preferred interviewing him myself. He knew we had no legal reason to insist on a formal interview and made it clear that this was as much help as he was obligated and inclined to give. Essentially, it's not a definitive answer to the question of whether your friend arrived on the ship or not."
"Plan B then," Erica said.
"Indeed."
They left the office but didn't return to the car, instead liberating some spare hi-vis vests that were hanging up in the outer office before Emelie led them towards the docks themselves, Erica shoving her hands in her coats pockets, regretting leaving her gloves at the hotel. They walked in silence for a couple of minutes, focused for the moment on avoiding being run over by the port's hectic traffic, the hustle and bustle more energetic and noisier now that Erica was observing it from close range and not from the remote comfort of the Port Director's office. Finding a quiet space beneath a large crane, Emelie turned to regard Erica.
"Okay so this area is supposed to be a secure area, you saw the gate and the guard we drove in through. There's a chain link fence that surrounds the entire area and from what I understand, there is a small security force that patrols the perimeter and access points 24/7. For all that, there are a few hundred people who sleep rough here. Most of them shelter in the container storage area. Containers with goods in them are locked, customs seals on the doors. There are always empty ones though and these are put to use as makeshift shelters by the homeless who stay here."
"And the port authorities are okay with that?" Erica peered towards the lines of stacked containers just a few hundred yards away from where they were standing.
"No, but the effort of evicting them isn't deemed as a sensible use of resources. They aren't causing any damage and if you move them on, they simply manage to get back within twenty-four hours. Also, its seen as a source of cheap labor for some of the more unpopular manual jobs. Some dock workers... let's say they subcontract out work... paying a pittance, so the management here just turns a blind eye."
"Right, got it. Well, you are the liaison officer, you liaise, I'll watch as I'm just a perfect stranger here."
Emelie gave her a thumbs up which Erica didn't mirror, there was no chance she was taking her hand out of her pocket and followed the young officer towards the container storage area. Moving through the towering stacks, passing clear signs of inhabitation. Food wrappers, discarded items of clothing and other debris were like breadcrumbs scattered on the ground, a trail that Emelie followed until they came to a fairly open space and Erica could see maybe fifty people huddled against the cold, spread out between a number of open containers or stood beside old oil barrels that had been repurposed into fire pits. She hung back, Emelie striding forward confidently, raising a hand in greeting to a number of the migrants who nodded back in a familiar manner.
Soon Emelie was in animated conversation with a number of homeless people, moving from one to another as she began to trace her way through the crowd, seeking anyone who might have been working dockside on the date the ship had arrived. Not bored, but feeling the bitter cold now she was standing still, Erica paced along the edge of the open space, glancing about as she did. About fifty feet away, she spotted a Nordlander, his pale features setting him apart among the mostly African or Middle Eastern migrants, approaching one of the migrants. From his attire, he was a dockworker and Erica suspected she was about to witness one of these subcontracting events Emelie had mentioned.
There was something amiss however and it took her a moment to realize that the person the dockworker had approached was female. It was the layers of clothing that had misled her at first. Erica had supposed the work farmed out to the migrants would be quite physical and she was surprised he was approaching a woman about it. Then, as she continued to watch, the woman stiffly dropped to her knees in front of the man, and it began to make sense. Feeling like a voyeur and yet unable or rather unwilling to walk away, Erica glanced over to where Emelie was still locked in conversation before looking back towards the two figures at the edge of the plaza in this fabricated container city. The woman was fishing the man's cock out from the front of his work pants, probably no easy task with her fingers numbed from the cold. The emerging cock seemed a good size though it was hard to tell at this distance; that might have been a factor in the migrant woman's clumsy movements in freeing it.
Now that it was free, she lost no time in dipping her head over it, Erica watching as the pale skinned cock disappeared into the woman's mouth. Given the circumstances, watching a destitute woman prostituting herself in public and in the freezing cold to boot, Erica was taken aback by the evident enthusiasm the woman displayed as she went to work. Even at a distance, she could see the energy being put into the blow job and the man's pleasure was obvious, his head tilting back, mouth opening in slack jawed euphoria.
She was so caught up in watching, that the unexpected touch on her arm made Erica jump like a scalded cat. An elderly looking woman stood beside her and the expression on her face made Erica instantly contrite over having scared the poor woman by her extreme reaction.
The woman spoke slowly, the hesitations coming from a nervousness rather than a lack of skill with the language. It was Nordic, but of course Erica had no clue what she was saying and so she spread her arms, hands growing cold instantly in the frigid air, in a gesture of helplessness. The woman switched to French, a language Erica could identify but had no more command of than she did Nordic. She did recognize the word for 'Police' however.
"I'm sorry, do you speak English?" Erica pushed her hands back into her coat, shifting her feet so she could act as a barrier between the old woman and the sex act taking place behind her.
"You are with the police? With the other one?" she said in halting, accented English. The woman motioned towards Emelie still talking animatedly with a young man now whose dark, handsome features looked pinched from cold and hunger.
"Well, I am with her but no, no I'm not with the police," Erica answered in English, glad to be able to communicate with her. The woman's face crumpled with sorrow and Erica moved to pat her comfortingly on the shoulder.
"Hey, come on, is there something wrong?"
"My husband. I not able to find my husband," the woman answered, her heavily accented voice thick now with emotion.
"I'm sorry, is... was he here, in the docks I mean, with you?"
"Yes, yes but now it three days and I not find him. He not leave me, he not do that."
"Okay, umm well here, let me get his name, his description and I'll pass it on to my friend, I'm sure she'll look into it, she's a liaison officer with the police." She pulled out the notepad and pen Emelie had gifted her and began taking notes. Encouraged that someone was willing to listen to her, the old woman rattled off details, only Erica's ability with shorthand allowing to keep pace. Finally, Erica moved off, giving the now slightly mollified woman a parting comforting pat on the shoulder, the woman's thanks following her as Erica sought to rejoin Emelie. She'd timed it well, the young liaison officer waving her over even as she began walking towards her.
"Found something?" Erica drew up beside Emelie, throwing a cautious glance at the young man who'd been staring at her approach. At her accent, he gave her a big, toothed grin.
"American! I love American's," he exclaimed.
"Yeah? You know a lot of people from the US?"
"Of course," he said before proudly going on to list half of Hollywood's A-listers with relish. Erica quirked an eyebrow at this, not exactly blown away by Emelie's 'contact' or his knowledge of movie stars.
"Chima... Chima... Chima, forget that. Tell my friend what you just told me." Emelie had to wave an open hand in front of the young man's face to get his attention back on the matter at hand.
"Sure, sure, no problem. I was working when that ship docked, the one you asked about."
"And what makes you remember it? Must have been hundreds that docked since then," Erica said, still not convinced the excitable young man was a reliable source of information.
"Nothing. Nothing. I remember nothing about it. Same as all the others. Pick up cargo, drop off cargo. Sailors shouting, guys working on the docks shouting back. Same-same every day, every week."
"Jesus Christ," Erica muttered turning away.
"Chima... the other thing you told me," Emelie said, plucking at Erica's elbow to stop her from walking off.
"Oh yeah. Sorry. Yeah I did not see anything because I was working and when I'm working I have to concentrate... lot of dangerous things can happen here. People get hit all the time when they move containers or people fall into the water. That be plenty dangerous. People getting hurt, people dying... not me though, not Chima. I got my head on right, always checking my back..."
"CHIMA!"
"Sorry Officer Emelie, sorry. Yeah so I did not see anything but if there was a good-looking woman coming off that ship then one of the scouts for the Oshun club would have seen her."
"Oshun club?" Erica directed that towards Emelie who shrugged and instead of replying indicated that Chima should continue talking.
"It's a club in the city. Never been, way too expensive for me. Lots of pretty girls there, lots of guys looking to meet them. They got guys working the docks, the airport, all over. They keep an eye out for good looking women to work there, immigrants mostly but not always. Way I heard it, they got girls there from all over. If someone sexy sets foot on Nordland, these guys is to spot them."
Erica nodded, stepping away and inclining her head so that Emelie would join her. Before doing that, the cop pulled out a couple of bank notes, passing them to the young man who quickly made the money disappear before bestowing another massive grin on the two women.
"What do you think?" Emelie watched Erica's face, trying to see if this was something she felt deserved pursuing.
"The people who took Denisa wouldn't have done everything they did just to sell her off to some seedy sex club in the back end of nowhere," Erica said. "Sorry, I didn't mean that... I just meant they wouldn't stick her on a ship after the death and mayhem of her kidnapping just to off load her in Nordland. Still, if this Chima is right, there's a good chance one of the guys who spots for the club might have seen her. It's all I've got to go on, so it's probably worth a visit at the very least. You familiar with this club at all?"
"No, I'm afraid not, nor with whatever gang is operating it. I think I need to head back to the station, see what I can dig up on it before we turn up there. I'll drop you off at the hotel along the way, let you get some more sleep... and a shower."
"Sounds like a plan," Erica said. "Wait, before I forget, there's this." She tore out the page in the notebook, handing it to Emelie. "I met a woman, her husband's gone missing, I promised I'd pass it along to you."
"Thanks," Emelie said, glancing at the information before folding the sheet and putting it into her pocket. "I'll take a look, see if he's on file. Have to say though, Chima's not wrong. This place can be treacherous. There's every chance this man simply fell into the harbor water, got pulled out with the tide. I'll look into it though. Right, let's get you back to the car, if your teeth start chattering any louder you'll chip them."
"Seriously... it gets colder than this?"
"Erica, you have no idea," Emelie said smiling.
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Emelie tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and then leaned back in her chair, arching to give the stiff muscles in her lower back a much-needed stretch. The chairs at the station weren't exactly ergonomically friendly. What budget the department had was normally reserved for equipment and training that members of the department would need on the streets. Stab vests, batons and bullets would always take precedence over comfortable chairs or coffee machines that could make something halfway drinkable. She winced as she realized her ass had become numb from sitting in front of her computer for so long without a break. Standing up, Emelie wondered wryly if her battered chair predated even her father's time on the force.
Discomfort aside, her time going through police records at the station had borne some fruit. There was a business operating under the name of the Oshun club, the address was in a part of the city that Emelie wouldn't associate with a night-club, the other businesses in the area leaning towards warehouses, garages and the like. Tracking back through the files, there had been a few complaints regarding it, all claiming that it was operating as a brothel; however, according to the records no admissible evidence had been found to substantiate those claims.
Emelie had put a call into a friend who patrolled that area of the city, Maja, and from that conversation Emelie had discovered that the club was heavily populated with women that could loosely be described as 'escorts'. Since any financial transactions that occurred were strictly for the pleasure of spending time with the women, zero evidence of sexual favors being part of the deal, there had been no grounds for making any arrests. So far. Maja was able to give her a little more background on the club itself, describing it well run with zero call outs for assaults or robberies, the staff entirely consisting of migrants. Emelie was still surprised that such a club had been allowed to continue existing and had evidently operated under the radar, so she dug a little deeper.
City records showed that the money behind its opening came from a small number of wealthy Nordlandic individuals. Running her eyes down the list of names behind the club's finances made Emelie shake her head ruefully. It read like a list of Nordhaven's rich and powerful. She counted two city councilmen on the list and the brother of an assistant police commissioner. She also found a submission made by one of the councilors, as part of an application for a liquor license, extolling the virtues of a new business venture for migrants seeking to make something of themselves in this country. She understood then that any 'improprieties' associated with the club would be ignored for the sake of 'the greater good'. As a rookie, this would have appalled her, but she'd become more seasoned this past year, understanding that when money and power were involved, justice and the law sometimes took a backseat.
The last slice of information she'd gotten from her call with Maja was regarding the people fronting the business: West African's. They appeared to be an extended family, brothers, uncles, cousins... all working together. As such they tended to be clannish in their approach to other migrants. The 'spotters' used to identify potential 'staff' for the club were hired help, the family keeping themselves concerned with the club itself. Security, bar staff, DJs, management, even the cleaners... they were all related in some way. She hadn't had much in the way of dealings with them personally, her area of responsibility lay on the other side of the entertainment district, so all Maja could add was the name she'd heard in regard to the family running the club: Abrafo.
A Google search told Emelie that this was a Ghanaian name meaning warrior. She could have started through the records, seeing if this was in fact the surname for anyone in the city but she felt there wasn't much to be gleaned from doing that. Erica needed answers and if any were to be found, Emelie realized that it'd be at the club itself. Maya had given her the descriptions of a couple of key players in the gang, commenting that any of them could be at the club. It was a long shot, but the best they had.
She sat back down in the chair, starting to log off the computer when she remembered the missing person information given to her by Erica. Emelie glanced at the clock on the wall, she had things to do before meeting Erica at the hotel. Feeling a little guilty but reasoning that one night wasn't going to make a difference, she set the paper in the in-tray on her desk, deciding to complete a missing person's report tomorrow instead. Decision made, computer switched off, Emelie left the station, her mind focused on what she needed to do next.
Chapter Five: "Everything in life that's any fun, as someone wisely observed, is either immoral, illegal, or fattening" P.G Woodhouse
"No way."
"Erica, please, you have to, its necessary," Emelie said, almost imploringly.
"I'll freeze. I will literally freeze my ass off. There is no way in hell I am wearing that," Erica continued to protest.
The 'that' in question lay on the hotel bed, a burgundy-colored sequined mini dress. Emelie had removed her coat once she'd entered Erica's hotel room to reveal her own outfit for the night. A black satin midi dress, the thin spaghetti straps barely noticeable especially as anyone's eyes would be immediately drawn to the form-fitting silhouette as the fabric clung to Emelie's lithe, toned body like a second skin. She'd smartly accessorized with black heels and large white hooped earrings.
"Why? For God's sakes, it's not like I'm here to go clubbing. I'll go as I am, we ask some questions and leave. Simple."
"Erica, it will be the same as when we went to the port, only more so. Trust me, I've been doing this job long enough to know that these people don't talk to the police. Period. And from what I've heard about them, they aren't likely to be moved to tears by the story of a kidnapped woman. We need to move through the club like we belong, identify someone senior enough to give us the answers we need, then we can strike a deal. No offence, but looking as you do now, we won't even get through the door." She could see that her words were winning Erica over, the young American woman's bullish demeanor softening into grudging acceptance.
"Fine, but make sure the cab drops us right at the door. I want to be exposed to the cold at night as little as humanly possible."
"That won't be a problem," Emelie assured her, relieved that Erica seemed to be going along with her plan.
"Okay... Shit, I didn't pack for this, I don't even have shoes to go with the outfit, never mind the underwear," Erica groused. If she had to dress up, she wanted to do it right.
"It's all taken care of," Emelie said, holding up a bag. "I borrowed the outfit from a good friend, she's the same size as you. Shoes as well plus makeup and some jewelry."
"Can't knock you for efficiency anyway," Erica said smiling. She picked up the dress, took possession of the bag Emelie was holding towards her and retreated to the bathroom to get changed. Emelie spent a minute in front of a small mirror in the bedroom, checking her own appearance. She'd told Sven that she was taking Erica out for a meal and some drinks, she didn't want to worry him about where they were really going and besides, she wasn't sure how much of what was happening that Erica might be comfortable with her sharing with others.
Emelie had the distinct impression that Erica had been holding back, reticent regarding her experiences tracking all those killers she'd spoken of. Despite looking how she did, the sharp humor she employed, Emelie sensed a darkness around Erica, secrets and deeds that weren't meant to be brought into the light. Sven hadn't pushed, he was working a night shift anyway, based at the station as part of a tactical response team. He'd merely kissed her, made a comment about kicking the ass of anyone who'd try to get it on with his fiancée, and then left for work.
She glanced at her left hand where her engagement ring normally sat -- her finger bare; Emelie had left the ring in her jewelry box at home. She didn't want to answer any uncomfortable questions or let anyone in the club know more about her background than they needed to know. It felt strange to be without it, but she pushed the thought aside, rationalizing the decision to be what she needed to do.
With a sigh, she reached for her purse, she checked the contents one last time: lipstick, phone, some cash, credit cards and her driver's license. Nothing that would reveal that she was a member of the Nordland Police Service. It was skirting regulations not to carry her police ID whilst technically still on assignment, but if her purse was searched, she didn't want anything incriminating found. If anything happened, she could always call for assistance. She fervently hoped that it wouldn't be necessary.
The young Nordic policewoman turned at the sound of the bathroom door opening, Erica walking out. She looked gorgeous, the dress fitting her perfectly. The low-cut front accented Erica's full chest, the short dress complimenting her perfectly formed legs that were as pale and toned as Emelie's own. The silver dangle earrings that Emelie had lent Erica moved as she did a slow turn, the bright blue topaz stones that hung from them matching Erica's eyes so well. And just like that, the 'girl next door' guise that Erica had worn was gone, Emelie for the first time seeing how attractive Erica actually was when she wasn't jet lagged, face marred with a scowl. Her 5'6" figure stood taller now thanks to the three-inch heels Emelie had provided. The dress seemed to mold to the contours of her body as if the revealing dress's fabric clung tight to a wet body and Emelie couldn't but notice Erica's 37-22-34 shape. The brown hair was pulled back, showing off not just the sparkling earrings but Erica's smile as well.
"So? Think I'll make it through the door?"
"Definitely. Huge improvement," Emelie said with a grin.
Laughing together, the tension of going into a gang's club in plainclothes and without support making them a little giddy, Erica and Emelie emerged from the hotel, heading to where the cab Emelie had arranged waited on them. Neither noticed a lone figure standing just beyond the ring of light surrounding the hotel. Even the soft glow from the cellphone's screen didn't draw their eye as the figure held it up, panning it to one side as he tracked their movements.
As promised, the cab Emelie arranged dropped them right outside the address listed for the club. When Emelie had given the driver, of Middle Eastern descent from his looks and accent, the destination, his smile had slipped slowly from his face, eyes hardening as he concluded that he was transporting two women of low morals. Had he made any comment to that effect, Emelie didn't need her identification, she would have been more than happy for the opportunity to report him for harassment and conduct offences as a civilian. He had kept his mouth shut however and simply grunted his acknowledgement of the tip Erica included when she paid him the fare on their arrival.
If the location of the club had seemed odd to Emelie, the building it inhabited was downright strange. The red bricked façade looked like it had seen better days. Last century, she mused. The faded white painted letterings halfway up its three storied front announced it to have once been the property of
Haavik & Sons -- Merchants est. 1927
. An old warehouse, now a club and the only indication of its new employment was the two burly looking men standing like sentries beside what once had been a side door into the warehouse. The door itself was closed but the two women could hear the faint strains of music from inside as they tottered forward across a pothole strewn pathway to the door.
The men were both West African, as Maja had intimated they would be. At the sight of Erica and Emelie in long coats, hints of their dresses peeking from beneath them, one of the men rapped three times on the door and it opened up, Erica leading the way as she surged forward to escape the cold Nordic night air.
Emelie caught up with Erica a few seconds later, drawing to a stop beside her, a look of incredulity matching the one Erica wore on her face. If the outside of the club had been a nod to yesteryear, then the person decorating the interior had decided to carry that theme onward when he'd set to designing the club's aesthetic. It looked as if they'd stepped back into the sixties.
'What the...?' Emelie thought to herself.
The club was carpeted throughout, drapes hanging from load bearing pillars to soften the original spartan architecture of the building. Scattered through the club were sofas and small round tables designed to accommodate no more than three people around them, chairs positioned strategically about these tables. So far, so normal, she reasoned to herself.
It was the colors and patterns that sealed the deal, however, on this revival of the era of The Beatles and The Rolling Stones. Pea green, yellow, pink and orange were the primary colors. Floral or psychedelic the patterns utilized throughout. Clinching the ambiance was the music the club obviously adhered to. As they stood there, the opening notes of 'White Rabbit' by the iconic band Jefferson Airplane filled the expansive room.
"Not what I was expecting," Erica said looking around, in almost as much disbelief as Emelie.
"I agree," Emelie said, cocking her head to the side as she continued to take in the décor. She noted the clientele nearest her, a strange mixture that in a way made the Inter-racial Liaison side of her police role rejoice, to see the mixing of all these cultures under one roof. However there definitely seemed to be a theme to the interaction between the people she could see. White men, Nordic in appearance, talking to black women in the main. Black men talking to white Nordic women. It was early in the night but there weren't many more than a hundred people in the club, staff included, the expansive area feeling somewhat sparse and empty. Emelie instinctively knew that the number of patrons wasn't the key, it was no doubt exorbitant prices they'd pay that was. There was also a clear imbalance between the racial makeup of the women in the club, of the sixty or so there, maybe fifty were black.
"I don't think we're going to blend into the crowd as well as you hoped we might," Erica said, giving voice to Emelie's own concerns. Emelie nodded, still slightly confused by the composition of the clientele.
Grasping that just standing there would only invite unwelcome scrutiny, they crossed the dance floor to where the bar lay. A friendly looking barman, except for a puckered scar that marred his chin, leaned forward so he could hear their orders over the music. 'One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you, don't do anything at all.'
"Two tequilas and... another two tequilas," Erica ordered. "I'm not drinking that wine of yours again... ever," she said to Emelie who was in the act of raising a hand in protest. The blonde cop relented though she wondered if recklessly hammering back shots of tequila was the most professional of decisions.
'But she's not the professional here. You are,' she thought to herself.
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Erica leaned against the bar, feeling the warmth of the tequila shots lingering in the pit of her stomach. Despite Emelie's protestations, she'd joined her in downing the drinks, the blonde's face flushing pink as the alcohol had washed through her bloodstream. Two attractive young women standing alone at the bar, downing shots together, had quickly attracted attention. Just like they hoped it would. Erica was content to leave Emelie to handle the conversation when the first group of men had lumbered over, their eyes dancing over the tantalizingly clad bodies of the two women.
Erica had raised an eyebrow in surprise when Emelie's responses to the men in Nordic turned sharp and brusque. Erica had been around enough nightclubs in her youth to understand that the men were looking for some easy fun and, potentially, a quick fuck. It had been a while since Erica had been with a man, any man. Rufus being her last partner. And look how that turned out, she mused as she watched Emelie dismiss the men with an invective of Nordic. I guess they're not the ones we're looking for, she thought to herself.
She wasn't sure if the disappointment she felt twinge in her stomach was that the men weren't able to shed light on Denisa's whereabouts. For the first time in an age, Erica almost felt like she was enjoying herself. Emelie was good company, the club was... odd but the music and tequila were on point. Of course, as soon as she acknowledged that mentally, then the guilt rose within her, coupled with the ever present worry about her missing friend. Erica watched as Emelie dispatched a tall, good looking black man with a curt shake of her head. Looking at his ass as he strode away, she wondered if the disappointment had a different source.
Emelie turned back to her and reached for another shot that Erica had lined up on the bar behind them.
"Not your type?" she asked the Nordic policewoman with a little grin.
The blonde cop shook her head, though Erica thought she caught a little glance of interest from her towards the man as he retreated.
"No... not really," Emelie replied. "Not the people we are looking for anyway."
As the crowd continued to grow, Erica saw Emelie glancing towards a table in the far corner. It was subtle, but Erica was sharp enough to pick up on it. "What is it?" she asked, doing her best not to stare at the group of West African men sitting there, several women, both Black and White, draped over the surrounding seats.
Emelie didn't reply, simply reaching out to grab another shot of tequila. Downing the drink, she said, "Wait here."
Erica watched, somewhat bemused, as the young policewoman made her way through the crowd, casually weaving past groups of men who ogled her as she passed, Procol Harum's 'Whiter shade of pale' the soundtrack to her journey across the club. Reaching the table, Erica could see her engage the man sitting in the middle of the group, clearly the leader, in animated conversation. After a few moments, Erica saw her open her purse and hand him a picture of Denisa that she had given her back at the hotel.
When Emelie returned to the bar, Erica quizzed her as to what that was all about. "Who was that?" she asked, nodding her head towards the group. Emelie let out a long sigh.
"His name is Bediako... From the look of his entourage, I took a chance on him being the man we needed to see."
"Is he part of the gang? The boss?" Erica asked, suddenly attentive. Emelie nodded in response. "We talked... I... I asked about your friend. He looked at the photo, said he didn't know her. I couldn't get a read on him though, so I can't tell if he was lying."
"Just like that?" the American reporter asked. "He just said he didn't know her. What about asking the rest of his gang?"
Emelie glanced back towards the table, suddenly nervous as she realized Bediako wasn't among the party of people anymore. "We have to take it slow. I'm here unofficially and besides, if I just launch into questions, they'll all be unwilling to talk."
Erica couldn't disagree with that, she'd learned herself as a reporter how best to get people to open up to you and charging in like a bull rarely worked. She was just lifting her fourth shot of Tequila to her lips when the man Emelie had identified as Bediako appeared beside them. Older, fifty at least, he wore a fine tailored suit, sported an expensive looking watch, but one look at the flat, emotionless eyes he turned on Emelie and then herself told Erica that the businessman look was pure pretense. Emelie had it right, silks and Rolex aside, this guy was a hood.
"Ladies," he spoke in a baritone voice, he had an exotic accent that enriched even that single word. Both Emelie and Erica wondered how he knew to address them in English though neither wished to ask. Erica finished downing her drink and so managed to avoid responding, while Emelie settled for a cool nod.
"That isn't how I do business," Bediako said to Emelie. "Business is not to be conducted in front of women of that type."
"What type?" Emelie glanced over his shoulder towards the table he'd been at, looking at the small group of heavily made up women still fawning around the men still seated there.
"The type whose mouths are open almost as often as their legs," he replied calmly and without rancor. He signaled the barman to set the bottle of tequila and another glass on the counter and he topped up their glasses, filling his own which he then left untouched. "Now, let's talk business."
Emelie looked towards Erica, it was her friend who was missing after all. Erica spoke quickly, supplying the date, ship's name and dock number to Bediako. She flattered him slightly as she outlined their hope that his 'organization' might have observed someone matching Denisa's description on the day. Bediako didn't reply at first, instead he idly toyed with the photo that Emelie laid on the bar counter beside his drink.
"A simple enough request, what's in it for me?"
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say that the pleasure of doing someone a good turn isn't going to get it done for you," Erica said with black humor.
"I don't scare you, do I?" He seemed genuinely intrigued at this. Emelie's eyes flicked between the two of them as she felt her own pulse start to rise -- there was certainly more to the young American reporter than met the eye.
"Mister, you don't rate top ten on scary bastards I've had the displeasure of meeting the last couple of years," Erica said, meeting his basilisk like stare with her own.
"A favor," Emelie said quickly as an uneasy tension began to rise.
"Oh? No offence but..." He pointed to the women around the club. "It's not like I haven't other places to turn to for... womanly favors."
"Not... not like that," Emelie said, her face coloring pink as an image of his dark hand settling on her pale skin popped into her brain. "I'm police... I mean I'm a police officer. Do this and I'll owe you a favor."
He tapped a finger on his chin, looking from Emelie to Erica and then down to the photo of Denisa. When he reached inside his jacket suddenly, Emelie suddenly wished she'd come armed to this place. However, he only pulled out a phone, not a gun. Bediako took a quick picture of the photo, sliding it back towards Emelie.
"Give me a little time to reach out to some people," he said. He picked up his shot glass, raising in a salute before throwing back the tequila in a single gulp. "In the meantime, enjoy yourselves, drinks are on the house," he said convivially.
"You shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have traded a favor with that guy, not for me. I appreciate it but I wouldn't want you crossing a line on my account," Erica said, eyes tracking the powerfully built black man as he walked away, working his phone one handed, lifting a glass of champagne that an attractive black woman passed him once he returned to his table.
The young blonde cop favored her with a little smile. "It's ok. Trust me. If it helps your friend, it will be worth it. Let's see what he says."
Erica nodded slowly, still uncertain, but willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. "Okay. Fine. Look...", she refilled their glasses. "To getting answers and new friends." They clinked their shot glasses together, Emelie echoing the toast and downed the shots before either of them could reconsider. Not usually fond of drinking spirits, the young Nordic policewoman found herself enjoying doing shots with Erica, there was something Hollywood about it all. The gang, the club, Erica with her American accent. It was a big change from her usual assignment with the Interracial Liaison team, and she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
"Ok... looks like he's got something to say," Erica said a little while and two more shots later, nodding across the room as Bediako made his way towards them, two heavy-set men following him, clearly bodyguards or muscle.
Approaching the women, the African man glanced at Erica, his eyes travelling up and down her body with an appreciative grin before turning his attention back to Emelie. There was a flurry of Nordic between the two of them and even though Erica couldn't understand the words, she could see Emelie's shoulders slump. Not a good sign, she thought.
He grinned at Erica, reptilian eyes bestowing a sleazy look in her direction before he turned as someone called his name. A younger man, slim but bearing some resemblance to Bediako, waved him over to where he was clearly glad-handing a pair of wealthy looking white men who'd just entered the club. Bediako strode off, his two bodyguards trailing behind him. Emelie watched as he joined the younger man, recalling how the gang were all related to one another. 'Son, nephew maybe?' she thought.
"What? What did he say?" Erica asked, drawing Emelie's attention away from her appraisal of the young man near Bediako.
It was disturbing, and perhaps down to the tequila, but he reminded the young policewoman of Kofi. The face, the build, the mannerism, the confident swagger... She quickly shook the thought away and turned to face the reporter.
"I'm sorry. He said that no one matching Denisa's description came through the port."
A deep sense of anger and despair came over Erica as she processed Emelie's words. 'Fuck! I came all this way for nothing', she fumed silently. She spun back towards the bar, reaching for the half empty bottle. Her fingertips glanced off it, almost knocking it over, Emelie reaching out quickly to steady the tottering bottle before it fell over.
"Maybe we should go, call it a night?" Emelie looked at Erica, unable to imagine the frustration of the other woman and feeling helpless in that all she could offer was sympathy.
"Know what? This club's beginning to grow on me," Erica said after a minute's pause. She turned her face from Emelie, looking out into the club and its small dance floor. The patrons of the club had perhaps doubled in number since the women had arrived, but the expanse of the building allowed it to remain uncrowded.
Even as Erica watched the dance floor a fat white Nordic man, sweat gleaming on his scalp beneath a bad comb over, took a stunning looking black woman by the hand, leading her deeper into the club. He was twice her age and under any normal circumstance wouldn't have a prayer in pulling her. The ten thousand dollar suit he wore and the fake smile on his face told the true tale.
"Really? You like it here?" Emelie gave her new friend a surprised looked and wondered if she should have cut Erica off from the alcohol a couple of shots earlier.
"Loving the music," Erica answered, a smile working its way onto her face as Janice Joplin's voice entreated for someone to 'take another little piece of my heart now, baby'. "Come on," Erica said, swaying as she walked towards the dance floor.
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Erica knew hanging on in the club, now that she had her disappointing answer, was a mistake. She knew exactly what sort of people frequented this place and from the few sly appraising glances she caught being sent her way, dancing here was like a doe shaking its rump at a pack of wolves. And yet, she didn't care. It hadn't been mere bravado when she'd told Bediako he didn't scare her. The mental tests that life had sent her way since she'd first caught the scent of The Graffiti Killer, her first serial killer, had nearly broken her on a couple of occasions.
But rising up, supported by her friends, she'd become stronger each time. Erica would never rate as dangerous as the likes of Arlene or Denisa, but she was no longer the innocent reporter caught up in her desire to find a name-making story.
She watched Emelie dancing, swaying to the sounds of the Mamas and the Papas and stealing a few appreciative glances of her own towards the young black gang member who'd been in conversation with Bediako earlier. Erica stepped closer, throwing an arm familiarly around Emelie's shoulders, leaning in so she could make herself heard above the music.
"Doesn't matter how they look. You need to remember that." Emelie looked quizzically at Erica, her blue eyes betraying her own level of intoxication. Erica pressed on, feeling a bit more worldly at that moment, despite their similar ages. "Take away the cute smiles, the sexy accents, the great bodies, the expensive suits... under it all they are hungry predators. These guys take advantage of people's base desires. Money and sex. If you get mixed up with them, you better remember you're going to be swimming with sharks." Erica left it at that, spinning away as The Doors 'Light my Fire' drew more people to the dance floor, mouths moving as they sang along.
As she swayed with the music, Emelie couldn't help but contemplate Erica's words. Was this what she was doing? Swimming with sharks? She was no longer the bright-eyed young woman who had graduated from the Police Academy, the one who wanted to dedicate her life to serving her community, the one who unquestionably desired a martial future with Sven by her side.
That woman was gone -- replaced now by a more mature, hardened, pragmatic version. But it was more than that. She had done things that she had sworn she would never do. The affair with Kofi, the pregnancy, hiding things from Sven, her fiancé.
Even after the events with the black youth in alleyway, she had tried her best to push those thoughts, those illicit desires from her mind. But here, now, with the best part of a bottle of tequila inside her and surrounded by handsome young black men, she found her self-control starting to waver. The sight of the young black man, the one that had spoken to Bediako, on the other side of the room, caused her to pause.
Was it because she still missed Kofi? Or was it something else, something deeper than that? Focus, Em... focus on your job... she chided herself as she pushed aside the turmoil in her mind, content for the moment to just enjoy herself. As she did, the young policewoman noted that Erica wasn't following the sage advice she'd laid at Emelie's feet.
One of the hulking black men who'd shadowed Bediako earlier had joined the crowd on the dance floor and Erica was leaning her back against him as they both moved to the sound of Mick Jagger's voice, his search for satisfaction not a problem Erica seemed to share as the large black man curled an arm around her, his hand pressing into her stomach, holding her closer still. Emelie wasn't sure if the lascivious look on Erica's face was provoked by the tequila or the man she was backing up against. Then she felt a hand settle on her hip, her head whipping to the right as the man she'd been staring at as covertly as she could manage moved to dance alongside her.
"Majid," he said, leaning in to introduce himself. Emelie's throat tightened as his dark face moved to within inches of her own.
"Emelie," she replied, throwing a glance to where Erica had been dancing. All she saw was the burgundy-colored sequins of Erica's dress disappearing from the dance floor in the direction of the bar.
"You okay?" She turned to see Majid following her gaze with his own. "Your friend must have gotten thirsty from all the dancing. How about you? Want to get a drink?"
"Sure, yes, yes please," Emelie said, her mouth and throat dry but not from dancing.
They'd found a booth against the wall, very much like the one Bediako and his coterie had been occupying when Emelie had first approached them. Soon Emelie was propped in the corner, Majid sitting with an arm around her, their sides pressed close as he kissed her throat in slow sensual movements. Her eyelids fluttered like a hummingbird's wings, the sensation of his thick, black lips on the sensitive pale flesh above her clavicle along with the champagne she'd had on top of the tequila was making her head spin. Spin in the best possible way of course. She was aware that Erica was close by; the last she'd seen of her, Erica had climbed onto the lap of the big man, his name was Adam or Abam or something like that. Straddling him, her dress hiking up her thighs, Erica had begun making out with the black guy, exhibiting a hungry passion that seemed out of character given the tragic backstory Emelie had on her.
Majid's hand slid over her knee, questing higher up her bare leg and Emelie's breath quickened at his touch. Instinctively, she opened her legs slightly so that his fingertips glided against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as the palm of his hand brushed further up her leg, now hidden under her dress.
"Ohh, oh, oh... we should stop," Emelie whispered, her protest sounding feeble and unconvincing even to her.
The foraging mission his hand was engaged in brought it still higher up her body until Emelie squirmed in response to strong fingers glancing against the front of her sheer underwear.
"Ko- Majid, no, I-I... ohhh... oh, God," she stuttered as he circumvented the protective barrier of her panties, a thick, black finger probing past the outer pink lips of her pussy, discovering the wet heat that his touch had expedited in her.
"What's wrong?" The handsome young black man took his lips off her skin, his head tilting to look her in the eye even as his finger wormed a knuckle deeper inside her, causing her to gasp and clench tighter around the invading digit. "You looking for me to stop?"
"Nh-uh, yes... no... uhh... yes?"
"Or maybe you are shy? Privacy would be better?"
"Yes! I... I mean yes, privacy please," Emelie said in relief at the suggestion. 'If anyone saw me here... doing this... I would find myself in front of an ethics board at the very least,' she thought. That concern didn't stop her head from swaying slightly as Majid stirred his finger inside her, creating an explosion of intense sensations.
"Abam... Abam. Come on, we're going upstairs," Majid said loudly. This drew Emelie's attention to the other couple sharing the booth with them. Erica's brown hair was a little mussed from Abam's fingers combing through it and her mouth seemed a little puffy from the intense kisses she'd been trading with the broad-shouldered West African man. Majid led the way, the blonde policewoman keeping her head down and averted from the crowd they skirted, the fear of being recognized stronger now that she wasn't distracted by his exploration of her body. Erica and Abam brought up the rear, the brunette's slim figure seeming almost petite beside the bulk of the imposing gang enforcer whose hand she held.
They passed through a curtained exit, passing another gang member obviously standing security, before climbing a flight of stairs to the second level of the converted warehouse. The theme of psychedelic nostalgia ran rampant here as well, the floors covered in shag carpeting that the heels of Emelie and Erica seemed to sink into as they tottered along. Erica quickly came to the assumption that the closed doors they passed by were where couples retired once a deal had been struck. None of it bothered her overmuch. Not that she condoned the gang's actions, but it was a small evil against the type she normally found herself pitted against. Besides which, she hadn't known the touch of a man since Rufus six months before this and while this wasn't a holiday, it still offered her the opportunity of being able to fuck a guy without worrying about running into him again. It wasn't like Nordland was a place she'd find herself again anytime soon.
Majid reached an open door to an empty room, and the four of them disappeared inside, closing the door behind them. First in, Majid had laid claim to the large bed for himself and Emelie, leaving Abam and Erica with a giant pea green colored bean bag to work with. The two men lost no time, both starting to remove their clothing, eager to be done with the task. Emelie looked on, watching as hard ridges of muscle were revealed; the men's dark skin an antithesis to the lurid colors of the room's décor. She almost missed the fact that Erica was letting her dress fall to the floor, following the men's example. Emelie couldn't help but gape at Erica, standing there in black heels and lacy black G-string underwear and patiently waiting as Abam kicked his boots free to pull his pants off.
"Need some help?"
Emelie started, jumping back at Majid's words and ending up in his arms by doing so. Saying she was self-conscious at that moment would have been the understatement of the year, Emelie was way, way out of her comfort zone. Going to basically a bedroom with a random stranger, a stranger she knew to be a criminal. Upstairs from a criminal operated night club that was a front for a brothel. And the icing on the cake, finding herself in a room with another couple. Emelie's recent experiences had been eye-opening for her but this wasn't just a step forward, it was a giant leap into the unknown.
His hands found the zip for her dress, and he pulled on it, drawing it down slowly so that the tearing sound rippled out in an audible taunt to her better judgement. She should have stopped things then. But she didn't. She just stood like a doe in a hunter's sights, muscles quivering as fight or flight instincts battled for supremacy within her; letting him undress her while in front of her.
Erica and Abam had sunk into a clinch on the huge bean bag. Emelie looked on as her dress fell from her body, watching Erica and the black man clutching and grappling against one another, lips locking only to break apart to allow a gasp or moan free, then crushing once more in a passionate kiss. Majid started on the matching black bra and panties Emelie was wearing. The push up bra's clasp seemed to open at a touch from him, the thong appeared to melt from her body at his deftness, Emelie barely registering its removal as every graze and touch of his hands against her now nude body seemed to send a tendril of electrical current through her.
Erica was scrunched over, curled around Abam's lower half as they lay together on the bean bag. She'd taken his large black cock into her mouth, the feverish quality to her actions calmed now, the lovely brunette sucking contentedly on his length. Emelie looked at her new friend's face, seeing her as relaxed and content for the first time since meeting her at the airport. A spike of jealousy souring her stomach, irrational given Erica's missing friend and the comparative stability of Emelie's life, her job, her relationship with Sven. But Erica just looked so happy sucking on that big black cock and Emelie had reacted sublimely to that. Majid turned her then, so that Emelie's back was to Erica, facing the bed and Majid naked beside it.
He looked so much like Kofi, she found it hard to shake the confusion. All that had been left unresolved with him, the fact that she would never see him again before he was deported, it had to be the reason she was here in this room. The alcohol, the thrill of working the case with Erica and then this curveball of meeting someone who reminded her of Kofi. Those were the factors at fault here, the blame for this not falling on her. Despite what she had done, with both Kofi and the youth in the alleyway, Emelie loved Sven. She truly did. She loved him and she would make it up to him, she'd never stray again. Not ever, not after tonight. She moved past Majid and onto the bed, the handsome black man joining her there.
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Emelie lifted her head to look up the length of Majid's body. Her lips might have parted company with his dark-colored cock, but her delicate white fingers remained wrapped around it, slowly pumping up and down its impressive length.
"I didn't... I mean I don't have any... you know..." she said, seeing the blank look in his eyes as he failed to follow her thought. "Protection. I don't have any. Do you?"
"No," he answered simply, before adding, "I don't make a habit of doing this, so I don't carry any."
Emelie knew that was a lie, but she still felt a flush of pleasure, imagining herself, this encounter, to be something special. Cheating on Sven again was a terrible act, and all the more so because she kept doing it, but if both she and Majid hadn't planned it, surely that lessened the guilt and wickedness attached to it? In a place like this, there would be a supply of condoms. Finding it though would mean stopping and going to look; she couldn't take her hand off his length, much less get dressed and leave to find some. There was every chance if she walked out the door, good sense would return, and she'd keep on walking.
"Okay, then you need to tell me when you're close to finishing," Emelie said, the black man answering with a slight inclination of his head. It wasn't a question of pregnancy, she was on birth control; it was a small attempt on her part to set some sort of limit to this encounter. Something she could delude herself with later on; imagining that she hadn't completely betrayed Sven, to prove that she had changed and learned since her time with Kofi. Emelie reluctantly released his cock, moving with graceful agility to throw a leg over his slim waist, her hands resting on his defined abs as she steadied herself to mount him. Emelie bit her bottom lip as the head of his cock first pressed against and then penetrated her pussy. Both sighed as slowly she began to sink onto his hardness.
Across the room, Erica lifted her own head from the meaty slab of hard black cock she'd been dining on, Emelie and Majid's joint exhalations drawing her attention. The sight of the young blonde Nordic policewoman beginning to slowly ride on top of the young black guy got the itch in Erica working overtime. She'd been deliberately holding off, contenting herself with sucking on Abam's cock; letting her need grow. Now it was overcoming the young reporter's entire form, her mind soaked in desire, her body physically aching for release. She gave one last twirling lick to the bulbous head before dropping a wink towards Abam who read her intentions with eager anticipation.
Before Erica could follow through, the click of the room's door being tried caught her attention. She turned her head to see the door opening quietly, a man stepping into the room quickly before shutting the door behind him. It was Bediako. The older gang leader turned the locking mechanism on the door with an audible click, ensuring that this 'private party' had no further gate crashers. With the sort of confidence that only age and experience can bring, he began removing his clothes. Assuming an invitation that hadn't been extended, Bediako was supreme in his confidence that his part in this gathering would be not be rebuffed.
She watched while he stripped down completely, only the gold of Bediako's watch, rings and chain offering any contrast to the very dark tone of his skin. He acknowledged Erica's stare for the first time since entering the room, giving her the same reptilian look he had before, emotionless. Desire, and he clearly felt it for her judging by the powerful erection he had, wasn't an emotion for this man. It was a basic physiological need. Like eating or sleeping, Erica instinctively felt that Bediako saw fucking as something essential, only the quality of it a factor he would influence. He moved to stand above Erica, still curled in Abam's lap.
"Boss," Abam said, respectfully acknowledging the older powerfully built man.
"Still not afraid of me?" Bediako stood stroking his black cock, looking down at Erica. Twice her age but fit. To stay on top, to ensure he wasn't toppled from his place at the head of the table by any of the monsters he called family, this man had kept himself in shape, remaining capable of defending himself. A monster, older, wiser and deadlier than any seeking to usurp him. She didn't fear him, but she respected him. And his big cock.
"On all fours," he said, not a request, a command. Erica shivered, nipples throbbing. Abam eased himself up to stand beside his boss as Erica took up the position on the bean bag. Bediako then circled around and presented her with his cock, already hard and throbbing with the pulsing blood that flowed through the snarl of veins that interlaced across its surface. She opened up, using just her mouth on him, head bobbing as she felt Abam sink onto the bean bag behind her. Then came the touch of his cock against her slit, a fleeting one as he lined up, was all the warning she got. Or needed. Erica braced herself as best she could, moaning on the inches of hard cock in her mouth as Abam's thick shaft began to work itself into her body.
Six months. It felt like six years since she'd felt the heat, the skin-on-skin sensation of blood engorged flesh moving into her tightness. A flash of Rufus's face skipped through her mind, but the shivers working their way through her body were all related to the cock inside her; not the man who'd sworn revenge on her. Abam held her hips, slamming forward into her with all the stamina of a young fit man. It took about a minute before her pussy yielded enough to allow over half his length into her but once it did, her body's capitulation came quickly.
Bediako cradled her face with a hand while she slobbered on his hard dick, small breathless gasps making spit bubbles on her lips as Abam worked tirelessly behind her. There was a momentary lull as Abam adopted a squatting position, striking down and forwards now as he forced his cock inside. His deep thrusts soon had her orgasm breaking free and Erica was forced to pause sucking cock in order to give voice to the pleasure.
"Uuuhhhgghhh," she moaned, slapping a palm rapidly against the green bean bag.
"There is nothing to compare to the sight of a beautiful woman climaxing," Bediako commented, tilting Erica's face so he could see it better, a finger beneath her chin. "And I believe he has warmed you up enough for me."
On the bed, Emelie had torn her eyes from Majid's handsome features at the sound of Erica orgasming. She prided herself on her fluency in English and the sight of the two large naked black men arrayed around Erica's pale form had her searching for an appropriate word. Stupendous, awe-inspiring, inconceivable... words she'd rarely, if ever, used but they seemed wholly appropriate now.
Distracted by the sight of so much hard, muscled, dark flesh, Emelie let out a surprised
whoop
when Majid twisted his hips, turning her onto her back on the bed in one smooth motion. He'd stayed inside her, now set between her toned legs that had curled of their own volition around his trim waist.
"Like watching my Uncle and cousin work your friend?" His dark eyes were fixed on her sparkling blue ones, and she sensed he was reading her more than she would have liked.
"I wasn't watching... I... uh," Emelie blushed, cheeks burning suddenly. It seemed odd to be embarrassed by that given everything else, but her reactions hadn't been exactly logical all night.
"Perhaps I should be more diligent to keep your focus on me," Majid remarked with a little grin. His hands found hers, fingers interlocking and then he pushed them onto the pillow either side of Emelie's head, pinning her to the bed. Wide eyed, she tugged experimentally only to find his grip was unwavering, easily holding her in place despite the strength of her trained, toned body. He had her attention now, and he kept it by starting off at a much faster pace than she'd used when riding him. His hardness cut a trail through the confines of her vaginal tunnel, nerve endings pummeled aside in a delicious display of strength and size. Hips still moving at a rapid pace, Emelie could only watch, open mouthed and transfixed, as his face descended down, down, down, until the end of his nose brushed her own. She was releasing small
oufs
and
uhhs
in time with his deeper thrusts, wheezing as he set her body and mind aflame. She could smell the alcohol on his breath, could hear the fleshy soundtrack of their black and white bodies slapping against one another. Suddenly, her climax became imminent, a knot of tension on the brink of unravelling inside her.
"H'ah, ahh, ahh, Ko... uhh, I'm... uhh... cumming, Majid, you're making me... uhh... cum," Emelie confessed in a panting rush, almost calling the man burrowing between her thighs Kofi in the heat of the moment. It felt so much like him, his size, his thickness, the dark color of his skin against her; her mind swirling in ecstasy, lost between memories of Kofi and the pleasure that Majid was drawing seemingly effortlessly from her body.
By now Bediako had taken charge of Erica's young body. He'd shooed Abam away with a single, level look, then he'd turned Erica onto her back, feeding his thickness into her gradually. The pleasure he got from watching the carnal need that twisted Erica's face was clear, slowing the pace as his cock sank into her; drinking in her frustration and need like some sort of dark carnal vampire. Eventually though he worked almost his entire length into her tight snatch, pausing as she fidgeted in anticipation on the bean bag.
"You walked into my club like a wild cat, but I think there's a kitten at your core. Let's see if I'm right," Bediako said, beginning to move in and out of her. Abam shifted to one side of the prone beauty, taking one of her ankles in a firm grip, splaying that leg out to the side. Erica filled one of her own hands with Abam's cock, pumping on it even as her body shuddered from Bediako's thrusts that grew ever more powerful as her body opened up under the force.
"Jesus... right, right there," Erica gasped as his cock found and beat against her sweet spot. Restrained by the men's hands upon her body, her eyes saucer-like as they drank in the arresting physicality of the two dark skinned strangers, Erica was only too happy to sink into the submissiveness that she enjoyed so much. She didn't care for or about Bediako and his petty criminal empire. All that matter for the span of time she would remain in this room was that her body got fucked and used as it needed.
"Please... uhhh, so close, ke-keep going," she whimpered. Bediako grunted, slowing briefly as he contemplated the squirming woman he was taking.
"I am never wrong, thirty years doing this, I can smell a wanton kitten a mile away. Cum on my cock then little slutty kitty."
He drove himself forward, spearing into her as if in search of her guts. Erica lost her hold of Abam's cock as she screamed, spasming into a blistering orgasm that had her humping wildly as her body lost all control.
Screams, grunts, moans... the room moved to a more intoxicating beat than those that had drawn the women onto the dance floor below. Erica and Emelie both cast aside their reservations and any remaining hint of reluctance that had shadowed them into Club Oshun. Guilt and the blinding obsession to rescue her friend was set aside for Erica. Confusion and contrition, torn between feelings of love for her fiancé and a confused mix of longing for a man she'd never see again, Emelie was giving herself over to her illicit, taboo desires; helped there by Majid's skills in bed.
"Oh, oh, oh my, oh my God... Majid... don't stop," the blonde woman wailed, her fingers clutching at the dark skinned man that was turning her world upside down.
"Need to, getting close, you wanted me to tell you," he said, driving in and out of her at a fever pitched pace. She wrestled with the temptation to let him continue. Each stroke of his big dick brought another climax closer. But she couldn't tell what would happen first, her climax or his.
"Pull out," Emelie whimpered reluctantly. There was a squelching plopping sound as his dark cock emerged fully from the snug confines of her pussy, liberally coated in her juices. Majid eased back up onto his knees, his hand furiously beating along the length of his shaft; good looks spoiled as he grimaced, on the edge of finishing. On an upward stroke of his hand, the first wad of sperm shot free, spitting from the tip of his black cock to arc over her crotch, landing on her washboard stomach, just beyond her navel. Emelie watched as he continued milking his cock, each stroke conjuring a steadily declining amount of sperm until finally the last weeping remnant was squeezed from the eye of his cock to hang from the shiny head. Her stomach had caught all of his gloopy white tribute, and she began to rub it against her skin, finding the thickness and volume of it remarkable.
Idly toying with her cum covered stomach, Emelie looked over to see how Erica was faring. Bediako was still between her legs, sweating now as he fucked the visiting American passionately. Abam lay on his side, fucking Erica's mouth almost as fervently as his boss was using her pussy. A choking sound and Abam's sudden stillness signaled his ejaculation. Erica gurgled loudly but Emelie couldn't detect any of the black man's seed being lost.
Emelie waited, fingers sticky with Majid's cum; watching for the moment Erica told Bediako to pull out.
"Do it... uh... give it to me... fuck... yes... give it to me... I need it, uh, uh, need it," Erica warbled loudly, clearly lost in her own ecstasy. Bediako let out a coughing grunt, slamming into the young American reporter with one final thrust that set Erica's firm breasts wobbling. Emelie raised a hand to her mouth in shock, her new friend had actually begged for him to cum inside her! Only then did she realize the hand against her lips was soiled with Majid's gooey seed. Seeing he was looking on at his uncle seeding Erica, she took a tentative lick, finding the taste very agreeable.
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Majid had left the room briefly afterwards; Erica and Emelie feeling far too satisfied with themselves to move for a few minutes, content to enjoy the post-coital haze. Erica did register his return, a fresh bottle of tequila in hand and a fistful of shot glasses. She beckoned him to bring her a shot, her mouth feeling particularly viscid with the bulk of Abam's cum shot still lining it. The sensation of Bediako finishing in her left Erica with a warm glow in the pit of her stomach, a 'good steak and scotch' kind of tingle. She'd frozen her ass off, drawn a blank on her search for Denisa, but this trip to Nordland hadn't been a total bust at least. Majid passed her a shot which she threw back, holding her glass out for a refill immediately. Grinning, he topped her glass up again.
Bediako carried a shot glass over to Emelie who refused it with a mute shake of her head. The fifty-something gang leader simply shrugged and tossed it back into his own mouth, setting the glass onto the floor. He stood beside Emelie who was now sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
"So, Officer... how are you liking Club Oshun?"
"Okay, I won't make myself appear a fool by offering excuses for my behavior. What happened here was wrong, end of story," Emelie said, cross with her weakness and with his arrogant nature.
"Wrong?"
"Fine. I will give you my reasons then," Emelie said, finally looking up at him. "I had too much to drink and something about your nephew struck a chord inside me. What happened here was a ghost from my past skewing my good senses. It's that simple. I have someone. Someone very special. We're getting married soon and I love him."
"Well congratulations. Who is the lucky man?" he asked as he sat down next to her on the bed.
"Sven," she answered, wishing she hadn't as soon as she answered him. "Dammit, Em... you're revealing too much about yourself," she berated herself.
"Sven," he repeated. Emelie hated the way her fiancé's name came out of this man's mouth.
"Exactly. When we got engaged, he becomes the only person for me. That's something significant, something that can't be mocked." Emelie wished she believed the words she was saying as she tried to convey a semblance of sincerity in her voice. Something in the back of her mind realized that Bediako could see through her attempt. Nonetheless, he nodded at her words.
"Indeed, it is a significant step. I have a wife as well, children too. My organization is built on family. So, I agree, it isn't something to be mocked. Very significant."
Contemplating his words, Emelie was placated somewhat as he agreed with her, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder for a moment if his wife knew of the side 'perks' of his business.
"Still," Bediako said, "I wonder about the
significance
of what you are doing now."
Emelie was confused as to his meaning for a heartbeat before she glanced down and discovered that, while they'd been talking, she'd been toying with his balls and cock, totally unaware of her actions. She yanked her hand away as if scalded, looking up at Bediako in hopes he'd drop the matter.
No hope of that.
"Your friend over there," Bediako said, jerking a thumb towards Erica. "She's a convert. One of those people who, when they find their mission in life, throw themselves into it blind to the cost. I could see it in the way she takes a fucking. She's all in, no boundaries. You... you're obviously still working things out." He reached out for Emelie's hand and, for a reason she couldn't fathom, she allowed him to place her hand back on his semi-hard cock.
"My club, it's all about putting people with the object of their desires. I don't know about this ghost from your past, but I guarantee if my nephew reminded you of him, then I don't. Now ask yourself, was it really a memory that got you onto that bed? A few tequilas? Or is it you find yourself enjoying a little danger? Something taboo? Wrong? Something... black? Big and black?" Emelie was moving her pale hand again as he spoke, his dark cock swelling to its full impressive size as she did.
"If you are still working things out, you should go with what you like. It likes you, you can see that can't you?"
"Yes," Emelie hated admitting it but lying to him was effectively lying to herself at that moment.
"Perhaps you should continue to work things out then a bit longer," Bediako said, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head, pulling it down so Emelie could begin to suck on his cock.
"Not a bad idea," Erica said, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, the tequila having caught the back of her throat. She gave a half smile as she watched the young Nordic policewoman begin to give the head of the gang... well, literal head.
A memory rose up inside her. Sitting watching old comedies with her father. They'd watched Animal House together and she'd laughed so hard when Dean Wormer had announced that 'fat, drunk and stupid was no way to go through life. In her case, 'fucked, drunk and obsessed by serial killers' wasn't an ideal life choice either. The alcohol helped though, a crutch for when the psychological scars that came with her self-appointed mission began to hurt. The sex was the same, both a bonus and a balm for body and mind. It worked, so long as she didn't lose control as she had with Rufus, it always worked.
"Come on then," she said, rising, taking Majid by the hand and crossing the room. Erica sat beside Emelie and lifted up Majid's heavy cock, licking around the head, down the shaft, tasting the last vestiges of his nut and Emelie's juices from his black flesh.
The light dimmed in the room, nothing to do with the bulb hanging from the ceiling, it was merely the shadow cast by Abam as he moved to join in, squaring up to Emelie. It was clear that he wanted to sample the delights the Nordlandic policewoman had to offer.
Emelie shifted between the two cocks, rapidly bobbing on one before shifting to the other. She felt so nervous, as if she thought at any moment the door would burst open to reveal Sven, catching her in this depraved act. Her hands tingled with stress related fear, and she found that it was only by gripping the black cocks tight that the tremble in her hands abated. A loud knock on the door made her squeak, a moment of madness as she thought her fears had become corporeal and Sven was standing outside.
"What?" Bediako barked towards whoever was now knocking insistently on the door.
"Sorry Boss. It's Mister Strindberg. He's just arrived downstairs. You wanted me to let you know when he got here," the disembodied voice spoke from the hallway.
With a regretful sigh, Bediako pushed a finger into Emelie's mouth and pushed down so that she released his cock. He stepped away, Majid and Abam obediently echoing him, the three men moving towards where their clothing lay.
"Get him a drink and tell him I'll join him in five minutes," Bediako called out. He dressed swiftly as did the others. Slipping his suit jacket back on, Bediako adjusted the cuffs and nodded to Emelie and Erica who were still sitting on the bed; still somewhat stunned and surprised at how the evening had turned out.
"Ladies, a pleasure. Young lady, I hope you find your friend. Officer, I hope we can continue our
conversation
another time. Soon." And that was all they got, no explanation or apology. The three men simply left the room, Abam closing the door behind him as he went.
"Well, that was unexpected," Erica finally said. Emelie looked at her, nodded and then began to giggle. At first, there was just a touch of hysteria to her laugh but as Erica joined in, real mirth took over Emelie's giggling.
"Gives a whole new meaning to 'Cum to Nordland'; you should talk to the tourist board about this place," Erica joked, getting to her feet and walking to where the toilet lay.
"Oh God, please stop," Emelie said, a fresh bout of laughter came peeling out.
"Wolves, skiing, ice fishing and big, black cock... Nordland has it all," Erica said in a sing-song voice, aping a TV advert voice over. She sat down to pee while Emelie continued laughing uproariously on the bed.
Erica washed up, rinsing her mouth in the ensuite sink, before rejoining Emelie. The young cop had gotten herself under control, wiping away a few tears of laughter as Erica sat back down beside her.
"Now what? What will you do now?"
Erica shrugged, having no real answer for herself, much less Emelie.
"I guess book a flight back to the States. This was a long shot at best. We've been looking for six months now and... fuck, it's a big ass world. She could be anywhere now. Alive, dead... no, no she's definitely alive," Erica said.
"Yes, I am sure you are right. And I am sure you will find her," Emelie said encouragingly.
"From your lips to God's ears," Erica said, using one of her mother's favorite sayings. "Well, I guess I'll head back to the hotel; you should get back to Sven. Maybe we can meet tomorrow for lunch? I doubt I'll be able to get a flight out before then."
"Of course, and naturally, I will give you a lift to the airp... ort." Emelie was interrupted by a knock on the door, turning to see who was outside even as she finished her thought.
The door, left unlocked by Abam, opened to reveal two strangers, both black, who stepped into the room quickly and without invitation. Emelie covered her chest and crotch with her arms, Erica grabbing a pillow from the bed to shield her own nakedness.
"The fuck?" Erica blurted. She recognized one of the men, he had been the first guy who had approached them when they'd entered the club.
"Help you?" Erica said, annoyed as the two men just stood there leering at them. The tall good-looking one, who'd approached them earlier, seemed to shake off whatever had kept him silent till then.
"Yes, hi," he said in English. "Majid said you were available now."
Beside him, his friend nodded emphatically. Not quite as tall as the first man or near as attractive, he seemed nervous. There was a sheen of sweat on his shaved head, and he rubbed at the back of his thick, bull neck in a twitchy gesture.
"Available?" Emelie was aghast at this thought, and she shared a look with Erica before turning back to the men. "No, sorry. We aren't who... we aren't what you think. I'm with the police. An Inter-Racial Liaison officer."
"Oh, that's just so sexy. I love a bit of role play," the man said, starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing a dark, muscular chest. "Yeah, you be the police officer and I'll be the bad guy who has you at his mercy."
"No. Seriously. I'll show you my identity card," Emelie said, casting around with her eyes for her clutch before she remembered she hadn't brought her ID with her. "Okay, wait, I can't show it to you, I left it behind at my apartment, but I am telling you, I'm with the police."
"Me too, look at my police baton," the guy quipped, pulling his cock free of his pants. Emelie saw the long, flaccid cock emerge and her objections stalled in her throat as her eyes widened in surprise. "Get yourself another room," the man said to his broad chested, bull necked friend, and went back to removing his clothes. The heavy-set man began herding Erica from the room, fingers poking at her so that she would start forward before turning to give him an angry look.
"Listen baldy, if you think..." The door closed on them and Emelie was left alone with the stranger.
"Sexy, sexy, sexy," the man said, switching now to Nordic. He plucked at Emelie's arms, overcoming her reluctance through physical touch, whistling in appreciation as her arms fell to her sides and he could see her properly.
She wondered if Majid sending the men to their room had been done in a spirit of generosity, an apology for the interruption. Remembering Bediako's almost dictatorial control of his gang, she decided that the men had been sent there on his orders; the gang leader probably setting an amusing test for the young police officer. Her decision would tell him something about herself.
It wasn't a question of making the right decision though. Emelie was still worked up from having Abam and Bediako's cocks in front of her and she knew she couldn't leave this room without some form of closure. Or satisfaction.
Without another word, the black man pushed her onto her back on the bed, lifting her legs and pushing forward till her ass rose in the air and her knees almost touched her shoulders. The stranger then pressed thick lips against her pussy, lapping at the wet folds of her labia and then bearing down so that his tongue burrowed inside her.
"Oh!" Emelie said in a small voice, lips framing the exclamation with a pursing 'O' that she held then in silence as he worked his tongue in and around. He moved up, sweeping over her clit and then back down across the pink lips of her pussy. He was good. Very good, she realized to herself. Unexpectedly, he then moved down further, hands moving to grip each of her raised butt cheeks, holding them apart as he now began working on the puckered flesh of her anal passage.
Her
'eeew'
of surprised distaste became an
'uhh'
of pleasure as the man worked his mouth like a professional, his powerful tongue entering her in a way she'd never contemplated. He was a consummate multitasker, using a hand then to toy with her sensitive clit even as he ate her ass. Emelie's moans grew in volume as he worked her into a lather, a small climax causing her stomach muscles to clench as he pushed two fingers inside her damp vagina.
"More than ready for me," he said, drawing the fingers out and running them across his lips. His tongue swept the taste of her clear from his thick sensual lips and he made a contented smacking sound with his mouth before getting to his knees. He steadied Emelie's legs, keeping them pushed back towards her knees, placing his long ebony shaft in line with her moist entrance. He went slow, both of them enjoying that first splicing of their crotches. Her pussy stretching to welcome him in, his cock submerging in her pussy, inch after inch of it disappearing into the sweet, wet heat of her sex.
He began drawing back, making slow pumping motions as he judged her ability to take him. Finding her equal to his size, he sped up a little, Emelie letting loose quavering gasps as he thrust a little deeper, a little faster.
"So deep," she moaned, her eyelids fluttering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"That's the best way to open you up copper," the man said. "Yeah, thought you were taking me down, only now you will find that crime does pay."
Emelie was lost for a moment before she understood he was pursuing his role-play fantasy, blissfully unaware she really was a cop.
They fucked like that, locked in the same position for a full five minutes, the black stranger loving the way Emelie's face telegraphed every sensation she was living. Eyes going wide, lips drawing back in silent and not so silent screams of pleasure as his cock pushed her to the brink of a big orgasm, before kicking her over the edge with a concentrated burst of fast, hard thrusts. When she'd recovered, he turned her over. Emelie found herself resting a cheek on the bedsheet, her knees sinking into the soft mattress, her pale bottom raised high, ready for the next round.
She didn't have long to wait as the stranger climbed onto the bed, feet on either side of her as he squatted over her ass; sinking his cock back inside her in one smooth motion, her pussy now resized to accept him. He steadied himself with a hand on her back, pushing her against the mattress that began shifting against her breasts as he started fucking her hard once again.
Majid had been surprisingly considerate, so alike to Kofi in the way he'd coupled with her. This man, however, saw her as an escort, a prostitute, however high-class Club Oshan might envision the women working there as. As such he fucked her like he owned her. In a way he did, leasing her for whatever price Majid, or Bediako, had set.
He got a hand around her throat, pulling her up so she was on her hands and knees. The grip he held her with was tight enough to control her without being so tight as to hurt. His cock banged in and out, the man beating a path to her womb with each mighty thrust. She came again, her left leg trembling uncontrollably; whimpering under the exquisite pounding.
"Nasty, nasty slut cop. Do you dream about this at night? Dream about all the criminals using your body? Like to be in uniform while all those bad men come and fuck you? Long line of them, all for your needy pussy."
"Cumming," Emelie squealed, dropping to the bed, her arms weakened by pleasure as she climaxed again. In her mind's eye she saw herself succumbing to the gang who owned the club. Bediako and his men taking her over and over for their pleasure in a train of black cocks extending to the horizon.
"Fuck you're sexy. Not the usual type that work here, half bored out of their heads or just too doped up to care," he said in frank appreciation for the young blonde woman. "Best money I spent booking you for the three hours, even the extra to have you bare."
'Three hours?' Emelie's sex-soaked mind couldn't believe it. It was already midnight by her reckoning. She'd be staggering back to her apartment bed, to Sven, far later than she'd anticipated. Would he be able to tell she'd been cheating with multiple men that night?
"Getting... close..." he gasped, picking up speed again till Emelie's poor abused pussy began making wet noises as it lubricated and creamed along his pounding length. "Gonna... finish... in you... slut... cop..."
He suddenly collapsed on top of her, his big cock almost springing free of her body. With her honed reflexes, Emelie got a hand down to her crotch in time, palming his cock so that it stayed embedded in her pussy. She sighed contentedly as she felt him pump spurt after spurt of his hot seed into her.
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"Now wait a minute. You don't get to shove me around. I'm an American citizen and a journalist, I'm not a fucking cow you can herd into a field," Erica spluttered indignantly in English as the blocky black man drove her down the hallway and through an open door into an empty room. He shut the door and turned to her, taking half a step back as he saw Erica standing, pillow still clutched to her front angry eyes visibly fuming.
"Sorry... sorry. My English..." he made a so-so gesture with his hand and shrugged.
"Yeah... well... rude is rude in any language," Erica said; he looked like he understood, or at least he looked apologetic.
"My friend... he bring me here. This, this time one I am here, yes?"
"Uh, yes," Erica answered. So, he wasn't a club regular. They stood there for a moment in awkward silence, the man glancing around the room. He saw something on the wall, smiled at her and walked to it. There was a small panel with buttons on it, he pressed one and abruptly the room was filled with music from the club below. They both winced simultaneously at the volume, and he scrambled to turn it down to a bearable level. The sweet sounds of Dusty Springfields 'Son of a Preacher man' filling the room.
"Good, yes?" Erica nodded and again silence fell between them. At least now she could understand why he'd appeared so nervous when he'd walked into Erica and Emelie's room. She spotted a wedding band on his left hand and she lifted her own hand, pointing at her bare finger.
"Married?"
"Yes, yes. Wife... uhhh. She is," he made a billowing gesture over his stomach. 'Fat or pregnant,' Erica thought. Then he sort of stomped on the spot, arms curved to his side, and she figured he meant fat.
"Wife... she... she see sex is... work. Yes, sex is work," he grinned as Erica nodded. "She not like to work." She couldn't help it, a snort of laughter escaping at his description. That kind of made her mind up for her. She was horny, he was here and now it had a kind of 'public service' feel to it.
"Fine, fine, so let's see what we are working with." Erica set the pillow to one side and then mimicked that he should remove his pants. He grinned and immediately set to opening the belt and buttons on his pants, whipping them down with the sort of flourish reserved for a magician revealing the rabbit at the end of his trick.
"Oh... shit," Erica said as the club-like black cock was revealed, swinging like a pendulum between his legs. "Yeah, that looks like it will take a lot of work." His face creased in confusion and Erica didn't feel like trying to explain so she just indicated for him to remove the rest of his clothing. Jesus, he was built like a tank. Not gym fit, just muscled by nature. Slabs of hard looking pecs, biceps, triceps, and his neck thick with overdeveloped muscles.
It was her turn to herd him, Erica walking over, lifting his cock and using it like a tow rope to guide him toward the bed. The weight and girth of his cock had her pussy trembling with gluttonous desire. Her touch had been enough to send blood coursing into it, the impressive cock becoming troubling in its scale. Erica came to a stop at the edge of the bed, taking a moment to run her hands over his body. He shivered at her touch, dark nipples growing as hard as her own pink ones already were.
"Erica," she said, "from America."
"Adama," he said, touching his chest. "Cote d'Ivoire."
Erica let her hand trail down over his stomach, looking up into his face. "I'm going to suck your dick now Adama." She slowly sank down, her hands moving across his tree trunk thick thighs until she was on her knees in front of him. Poor English or not, he knew what she was about even before her lips touched his big cock.
"Oui, mmmmh, tres bien,"
he said, fingers smoothing Erica's brown hair. The size of his cock was a serious challenge, Erica choking as she tried to take it in her mouth. Not wanting to strain her jaw, she opted to slurp along its length, using the trail of spit she left on it as a lubricant for the two hands she needed to stroke it properly. He was hard as a rock, moving his hips lightly, sliding the beast of a cock through her soft grip and over her lips and tongue. She hadn't paid much heed to his scrotum, his cock had really demanded her attention, but as he moved it swung to hit her hand, and she wondered how much cum he had backed up in there due to his wife's reluctance.
"Oh wow, your wife fucked up letting this beast loose," Erica moaned, pushing her face against the base of his cock, pink tongue flickering across his heavy balls. Adama groaned, fingers clenching in her hair. He tugged on her hair, and Erica rose smoothly to her feet. He'd been sweating earlier with nerves, the sheen on his forehead now was more about trying to restrain himself.
"Jesus," she said nervously. The submissive inside her though couldn't let things lie with that.
"I am not your wife," she said slowly, Adama nodding that he followed her.
"You... you need to fuck me hard." Erica tried to remember her French from high school. "Umm,
pareil que les chiens...
same as dogs.
Tu me possedes...
own me, understand?" He was nodding again, something changing behind his eyes.
"
Comme si tu me detestais...
like you hate me. Yes?"
"
Oui
, yes I understand.
Ton corps pour mon plaisir.
" Erica translated that as 'your body for my pleasure' and she nodded. Language barrier overcome she smiled and then he had her by the throat. The bumbling gentle giant had disappeared in a flash. Henpecked by his wife for years maybe... there was some well of pent up aggression inside him and Erica had tapped into it. God help her.
Arms that were freakishly strong picked her up, posing her at the end of the bed on all fours, her knees on the edge. Adama pushed his horse cock into her, heedless of the high-pitched shriek it tore from her as he did it. He set to fucking her without mercy. Size and power were his strengths, and he used them effectively. Erica collapsed half on her side under the weight of his thrusts, his cock triggering an orgasm in a dozen seconds after entering her.
"You love it," Adama said in halting English.
"Yes, YES, YES," Erica yelped.
"Say it."
"I love it, I love it," she moaned, the big black man powering on.
Steppenwolf was now blaring from the club below, 'heavy metal thunder' an apt description for the fucking Adama was unleashing on her. He held her in place, her body a sheath for the long sword of his cock. He seemed to have taken the prompt of 'like dogs' literally, fucking her like a bitch in heat. Hard, fast strokes that set Erica into non-stop moaning, fearing the power of his body would loosen her teeth with the powerful impacts.
Adama stood up, still buried inside her and turned, leaving Erica now sitting on his cock. He sat on the edge of the bed, a drooling, squealing white girl impaled on his thick shaft. He began lifting her up and down, Erica cumming again, juddering on his cock that seemed better suited to some farmyard animal. After that third orgasm, she moved under her own steam, trying to set a more sedate pace which he allowed, dark hands groping her pink-capped tits.
'In the daytime Mary Hill was a teaser, come the night she was such a pleaser,' the lyrics to Cherry Hill Park reached Erica's ears. The changing of songs were her only way to mark the passage of time aside from her orgasms. But since they were coming thick and fast, she could hardly keep track based on them alone.
He turned her, clutching her slender body tight while he whipped his cock in and out of her, Erica squealing in ecstasy as his big hands gripped her ass, slamming her onto his cock.
"Fuck... Jesus, Jesus help me. You're a bull, a fucking black bull," Erica sobbed.
"
Taureau reproducteur,
" he grunted, understanding something of what she was saying. Erica didn't recognize the French but 'reproducteur' was easily figured out.
"
Oui, oui,
uhhhhhh, cumming," Erica wailed. He threw her onto her back, pinning her legs to either side. Adama was perspiring heavily now, teeth gritted and gleaming behind lips stretched into a grimace.
'Under my thumb is a squirming dog who's had her day, under my thumb, a girl who has just changed her ways' sang Mick Jagger as Adama pounded away into Erica's pinned body.
English was a challenge, never mind her rusty French, but the submissive in her wanted to play a final hand, to bring the beast out in the man fucking her.
"
Impregne-moi...
uhhh, Adama,
impregne-moi...
knock me up baby, gimme a baby, put your black baby in me, uh, uh, uh... you sexy black motherfucker."
"
Petit lapin...
little white bunny... so sexy... so sexy. Say again, say to me again."
"
Impregne-moi,
cum in me, please, please, do it, do it," Erica begged.
He came as powerfully as he fucked, bucking on top of her, Erica cumming one last time as he pounded his ejaculation deep into her, the process seeming to last for an age as he shed himself of perhaps months of sexual need. He collapsed on her, kissing her forehead as both their hearts began to return slowly to a normal rhythm.
"Holy. Shit. You almost broke me," Erica said in a lazy drawl, running a finger over his dark skin, pushing rivulets of sweat together. She wondered if Emelie was done by now, Erica needed to get back into the other room to collect her clothes. She tried to shift from under the big man's bulk. They'd been lying entwined now for over ten minutes, his cock soft but still filling her tight pussy. Her effort to free herself made the cock inside her twitch with renewed life.
"Again. We go again," Adama grunted, seizing her by the throat once more.
Chapter Six: "A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water." -- Carl Reiner.
Chima tried to stay awake. He was so very cold and the metal floor he was lying on was uncomfortable enough that fighting sleep shouldn't have been an issue. But the blow he'd taken to the back of his head had knocked him out for a time and since regaining consciousness, he found he was struggling to stave off the inky darkness.
He was aware that he was in a van and that it was moving. He hadn't been hit so hard that his brain had stopped working. He just had no clue where he was or why. What he did know was that whoever had placed him in the van weren't nice people, the throbbing of his skull and the cable ties securing his wrists, evidence of that.
The van turned a corner sharply, sending the young black man tumbling across the floor with a yelp. From up front, behind a solid looking panel, Chima thought he could hear the muffled laughter of the driver.
He'd always prided himself on his sense of self preservation, boasting of possessing eyes in the back of his head. Avoiding the dangers associated with laboring at the port or the sad inevitability of one of the other homeless people he lived among trying to steal what little money he'd earned. That someone had managed to ambush him, to bundle him into the back of a van. It hurt his self-esteem as much as his throbbing skull. 'Never again', he vowed to himself silently; if he got out of this, he'd never leave himself open and vulnerable again.
He had no watch and the cheap pay-as-you-go cell phone he carried had been taken by whomever had kidnapped him. That meant he had no idea of the time. It had been dark, the evening time in Nordland got dark early this time of year when he'd been jumped. Since his stomach wasn't complaining of hunger yet, he supposed it was still the same night, maybe midnight?
Not knowing the time would not do him any good, but at least it might help him figure out where he was. Supposing he'd been driven for most of the time he'd been knocked out, he could be a hundred miles or more from the port right now.
The van pulled to a halt and Chima could make out the crunch of snow under the tyres before it stopped moving. He pulled himself into a crouch, waiting for the doors to open. Like a spring waiting on release, he set himself in place to leap to his freedom. Hands restrained, running away was basically his only option. Even if his hands had been free, Chima saw himself as a lover, not a fighter.
He waited, one minute, then two. Finally, the doors opened with a crash, and he thundered forward heedless of who or what might be in front of him, simply lowering his head like a bull.
His path to freedom was blocked, Chima running full tilt towards an unseen arm holding a steel flashlight. It struck him a blow on the top of his head as he reached the doorway. Not as vicious a strike as the one he'd been dealt earlier but enough that he stumbled as he exited the van, landing face first onto the snow-covered earth.
That same flashlight then turned its beam full into his face, blinding him as he was rolled onto his back courtesy of someone's boot on Chima's side.
A low moan of pain and desperation escaped his lips at this treatment, the moan rising as the flashlight flickered away to now reveal two men standing over him, masked and armed.
The two figures looked down on him, one carrying a shotgun in one hand, the flashlight in the other. The second figure had a crossbow, the crude weapon looking quite sophisticated with a laser pointer and telescopic sights mounted to its frame. The men were dressed head to toe in winter camouflage; not cheap looking either, military or high-end hunter apparel if Chima was any expert judge which he wasn't. African winters hadn't prepared him for Nordland, but he recognized expensive goods when he saw them. Even the faces of the men had been hidden with a nod to the elements, their identities concealed beneath white ski masks.
"Get up nigger," one figure spoke, the one carrying the bow. The one who'd kicked him onto his back. Chima could identify him by his accent as a native Nordlander. He got to his feet, feeling the slow seep of blood on his face, a cut on his scalp from the escape attempt.
"You understand me? You know what I am saying," the same man continued. Chima thought about playing dumb, saw no profit in it and so just nodded.
"Good. Very good. Now you listen up. You and us, we're gonna play a game. You know how to play hide and seek?"
'Mad men, I've been taken by madmen,' Chima thought but he just nodded, hoping to humor them. Who drags someone into the middle of nowhere to play a children's game? And it was the middle of nowhere, he couldn't see a light anywhere except for the stars in the sky. They must have driven to the north of the city to end up somewhere so remote.
"Very good." The man leaned down, his free hand suddenly holding a wicked looking knife that he used to cut the cable tie from around Chima's wrists. "Here goes then, we will count to two hundred and then we'll come and find you. Isn't that simple? Now, best get to running."
Chima shook his head, trying to clear it but the other man just took it as a sign of refusal. Chima's eyes went wide as the man pumped a shell into the shotgun, the click-clack as it was chambered, sounding bloody unnerving. More so when it was then leveled at the black youth's face.
"He said, get to running."
Chima ran. He didn't think about directions, just running towards where he was currently facing. In the distance, the moon's illumination revealed a black expanse that must have been trees. A forest was a good place to hide, he figured.
The snow was knee deep and after a couple of hundred yards of wading through it, he was already exhausted. Poor diet and a lack of exercise had sapped him of the energy levels a young man like him should have possessed. Chima looked behind him, seeing the white panel van properly for the first time, but he couldn't see anyone standing beside it.
He slowed down, barely moving as he searched about himself, looking for the men, for movement. Nothing. Had it just been some cruel joke, an attempt by men of low character, racists, to humiliate and frighten him? Chima came to a stop, leg muscles burning after the effort. Still nothing to see.
"Run!" The voice came from a distance, his tensed body reacting to it like he'd been shot.
"Who are you?" Chima yelled into the night, eyes darting left, right, straining to see.
"Run." This time a whisper, almost in his ear. Chima ran, lungs bursting with the effort, the dark forest filling his horizon as it loomed ever closer. Safety, sanctuary it seemed to promise.
Barely fifty yards from the first spruce trees, a figure rose from the snow in front of him.
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Finally, Changed
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https://www.literotica.com/s/finally-changed
| 4.45 | null |
BDSM
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I knock on the hotel door and wait. I have a bag in my hand, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. I check my watch to make sure I'm on time. That's the important bit; we don't have long before the party, before you have to be sitting at the dinner table in the fancy restaurant your husband booked for us all to celebrate your birthday.
After an age, I hear the lock click and you open the door.
"Can I get changed?" I ask.
"Sure," you nod, and let me in.
I can tell you're reluctant, and when the door closes we just stand there, looking at each other.
"Second thoughts?" I murmur.
"I guess not."
"You don't seem very...."
"I am," she interjects, and I realise I misread her.
"Nervous?"
"Yeah. Really, just really nervous."
"Raincheck? It's perfectly fine."
You shake your head, your eyes locked on mine, and I can see that you're psyching yourself up. I give you a moment more, and then we begin.
My voice is firmer now as I say, "Show me what you're wearing tonight."
You lurch into movement, and I follow you, watching the way your hips move in your jeans. You pull a black dress out of the wardrobe and lay it on the bed.
"I thought I'd wear this," you tell me, "What do you think?"
I can see the nerves again, until I give you the answer you're hoping for. "You'll look stunning."
I smile at you and for the first time, you smile back.
"Let's start getting ready. We don't have long."
Your hands curl up in the fabric of your t-shirt, but I stop you.
"That's not how this works," I say, and you freeze.
Your hands are warm in mine and I can see the uncertainty in your eyes again. This is all so very new to you, but you wanted to see what it was like. I move your hands down to your sides, holding you lightly by the wrists. You don't resist me.
"Arms up," I tell you, "Let me."
You raise your arms and I pull your t-shirt up over your head. It's a watershed moment, and I can tell that you've committed, standing in front of me in your bra. I walk around behind you, ready to put you to the test. I touch your bra clasp and your body stiffens. You're willing yourself not to move, to just let it happen as we discussed. You know everything that's coming because we talked about it. I don't want to surprise you, and you thought it would make everything easier. I was sure it would have the opposite effect, though, going round and round in your head for weeks, incorporating itself into your little private fantasies. I just hope the reality measures up to what you've been imagining in bed as you curl up next to your husband in the dark.
You're not looking to cheat, you're a good wife, but sometimes in your head there's just that little bit more. You don't need to go any further than this to fill that little gap, acting out a little fantasy of giving up control to a stranger. We've known each other for years, but tonight you've let a man into your hotel room to dress you as he chooses.
I unhook your bra and you instinctively move to cover yourself up as I pull it away from your body. I let you fold your arms over your small breasts, shielding your nakedness. I put my hands on your shoulders and turn you around to face me, watching your expression closely. I can see something new in your face now; the nervousness has given way to something else, making your cheeks blush.
Without asking, I reach down and unbutton your jeans. The zip rasps as I draw it down, the only sound in the room. Your eyes are so pretty, locked on mine, as I watch you willing yourself not to flinch. I push your jeans down over your hips and they crumple to the floor. Automatically, you step out of them to stand before me barefoot in just your panties, caught up in the dilemma of whether to shield your breasts or your crotch. Smiling, I slide my fingers into the waist of your panties and begin to push them down, doing it slowly so that you can feel every inch as I strip you finally, completely, naked.
Your panties tumble down to your ankles and you stand there, rooted to the spot, as I step back to inspect you. Your hand snakes down to your crotch to cover yourself, but I've been waiting for that. I intercept you, pulling both your hands down to your sides.
"Let me look at you."
You bite your lip, but you remain still. I make a slow circuit, my eyes taking in the curve of your breasts, the shape of your hips, reaching out to trail my fingers over your exposed skin. I note the faded lines on your tummy, the relic of bearing two children. I trace the contours of your rear, my hand drifting up your waist as I complete my circuit, moving inexorably up your torso to your breasts.
I stop, and I can see it in your face, the confusion. You expected to be touched, your body ready to feel my hand cup your breast. Instead, I smooth my hand down your front until my fingertips make contact with the triangle of your pubic hair. You open your mouth but stop, and I fix my eyes on your face waiting for you to respond. Between your legs, my fingers are winding softly through the curls of your hair.
"Are you ready?"
You don't answer immediately, but I can tell that you've already committed to this. It's in the way your body holds its pose, even as my fingers inch further down through your tangled forest. You nod.
"I need an answer."
You lick your lips. "Yes," you whisper.
"Good. That's all I need to hear. Silent now until I allow you to speak."
Just saying the words crosses the line between us. We've talked a lot over the years, but it still took a long time for you to trust me enough to confess this thing to me, an unrequited need you've harboured ever since you can remember. You tried it with your husband, but it doesn't work because he's your husband, the man you share your life with. This needs trust but it also needs separation, an air gap and an unpredictability that is the opposite of your relationship with him.
"Legs wider."
You shuffle your feet, spreading yourself.
"Wider than that."
You open your stance further, all the time conscious of my fingers circling through your tightly-curled nest.
"Hands behind your back."
You fold your hands behind your back, taking up a display position for me. It's your first time, and I reach out, lifting your chin, straightening your back, leaning you a little more forward from the hips, adjusting your posture until I'm satisfied.
"Eyes on the floor. You're not allowed to make eye contact."
For some reason, you struggle with this, watching me for a moment longer than required before finally dropping your gaze. I stroke your cheek.
"Hold that pose until I release you."
I cross over to the floor beside the bed, where you dropped your shopping from earlier in the day. I find what I'm looking for, extracting a shoebox. I set it on the bed and open it, pulling out a pair of black matte stiletto heels to match your dress.
"Nice. You did well."
I approach you and place the shoes on the floor in front of you. I tap you lightly on the bottom to move you forward. Gracefully, you step into the heels, gaining another three inches of height, until you're nearly as tall as me. I circle around you again, noting the way the shoes lengthen and lift your legs.
"You look stunning in those," I tell you, and I can tell you're pleased, "Did you get the other item?"
You nod, knowing that you're no longer allowed to speak. I rifle through your shopping again until I find a parcel wrapped in tissue paper. I tear it open gently and hold up the contents for you to see: a lacy g-string in one hand and a basque in matching intricate black lace in the other. You bought these today, knowing as you did so that you'd find yourself here, in front of me in the nude, waiting to be dressed. I imagine how that would have been playing on your mind as you carried the bag around all morning, going from shop to shop and chatting, all the while harbouring your little secret desires. I make a show of folding your g-string up and tucking it into my pocket. You don't quite look up, but I can tell you saw me do it, your mind racing through the implications of me taking possession of your underwear for the evening.
I step up close to you, holding the front of the basque against your soft skin. I smooth the lace against your front, letting my hands explore your body, reaching upwards until my palms cup your modest breasts, sliding the fabric into place. I hear you catch your breath and I know what's on your mind, what you're aching for me to do. I deny you for the second time, my hands diverting behind your back, fastening the hooks into the eyes on the back of your basque, securing it in place over your body. You don't look up at all, your eyes boring into the carpet as you allow me to dress you, slipping each hook into place until I'm done.
I adjust the basque, pulling it up a little at the back, tugging the front into place. I cup your breasts again, gathering the softness of your mounds together in my hands, plumping you into delicious cleavage. I pause, feeling the warmth of your skin through the fabric, letting you feel the way I'm holding your breasts, watching little twin nubs stiffen beneath the lace. I'm waiting, and so are you, but I'm in no hurry, letting my touch do its work until you're gasping.
I take each nipple between thumb and finger, rolling the stiff little bumps gently, and you shudder, your knees coming together involuntarily. I tweak again and you gasp.
"Is there something you want?"
You nod, but it's a tiny movement. Your eyes never leave the floor. I watch you closely, rolling your engorged tips in my fingers slowly. I'm astounded by how far you've allowed yourself to succumb to this, the undiscovered need in you. After all this time knowing you, I would never have suspected you held such deep-seated desires.
I release your breasts and let a hand drift down your front, moving slowly so that you can savour every motion, anticipating its journey over your stomach, over your waist and back to the waiting triangle of pubic hair. This time, I don't play with your curls. My fingers explore further, tracing down over your mons and into the space between your legs, over the folds of your outer lips. I can feel you trembling.
I part you, delicately, and your hidden moisture surfaces, slickening your labia. You're already so wet, just from the anticipation of what I'm going to do to you, but you don't move at all. It's another sign of just how much you've been playing this over and over in your head ever since we talked about what you wanted me to do. Your body is frozen in position, allowing me to explore you at will, completely.
I dip a finger between your lips, slickening with your juices as I tease up and down your slit. You want to move now, I can see it in the way your shoulders tense, but you keep your arms firmly behind your back, determined not to break your display position.
"You're such a good girl for me," I murmur, my lips close enough to your ear that you shiver with a little exquisite thrill.
I spread you wider, my fingertip searching deeper, teasing and lifting your gossamer-thin hood to finally make contact with your clit. It's too much, after the anticipation, and your body shudders. You try to fold up on yourself, but I can see you fight it valiantly, forcing yourself back into your display pose even as my fingertip begins to circle your swollen nub.
My fingers are slick now, toying with your pussy, taking my time to explore you completely. You're letting me do it, and I can tell you're lost in the inner world of your fantasy now, being spread and stroked by a stranger, unable to stop him enjoying your body. It took you most of a bottle of red wine to talk about this to me, and you had the same look on your face then as you do now: soft, helpless, ashamed and horny, exposing yourself so intimately and making yourself exquisitely vulnerable.
My fingertip parts your inner lips and you close your eyes. I stop.
"No. Eyes open. I want you to watch."
Obediently, you fix your gaze on my hand, staring down at my middle finger as it slides into you. I feel you react, clenching around my intruding digit, feeling yourself being entered. I bury my finger all the way inside and pause. All your attention is focused on your crotch now, biting your lip as your breath quickens. I can feel how slick you are, playing out your fantasy.
I bend my finger in little come-hither movements and you squirm. I know what I'm doing to you, and when I find that little delicate spot deep inside you, your breath catches. It's the slightest friction, feather light, but it's enough to unleash powerful feelings in you. I can feel you responding, slickening my hand until you are sopping, gasping for air, struggling not to break pose because you need me to continue and any disobedience will be punished by me withdrawing my finger. You need to be a good girl otherwise all this will go away.
"Do you want to cum?"
You nod vigorously, your eyes fixed on my hand cupping your glistening slit. My other hand cups your breast and you know what's coming next. I tweak your nipple, making you groan as the pleasure spikes down your body directly into your poor, neglected clit. In answer, I press my thumb against your swollen nub and tweak again, making you writhe.
"Eyes on my finger," I snap, and you struggle to comply.
I can see the effect my attentions are having, and as my finger toys mercilessly with your g-spot I can sense you losing focus, your thoughts turning inwards. I release your nipple and reach behind your back to grab your wrist. You'll do whatever I want now. I push your hand against your breast, forcing you to grasp your own nipple. It's a test for you, and your fingers begin to tweak and play, sending little shocks deep into your core as you pinch yourself through the lace. Your other hand is dangling by your hip and I interlace my fingers with yours, pulling your hand to your crotch.
I'm brushing your clit with my thumb, but I stop, sliding your fingertip into position. You take over eagerly, strumming your nub without a hint of self-consciousness at being made to masturbate in front of me. I watch as you take over expertly, building yourself up to climax.
My finger is still embedded inside you, teasing and stroking your most sensitive spot, as I go around behind you. I turn you slightly, getting you into just the right position, sliding a second finger into you now and slipping in and out, moving faster until my fingers are a blur. Your body begins to arch, and you moan, muttering words that have no structure. I put my hand on your head, curling my fingers in your hair.
"Ready?" I growl, my lips brushing the back of your neck.
You can't answer, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your fingers blur over your clit. Savagely, I tug your head back, raising your eyes so you're staring straight ahead, directly into the mirror. I want you to see how you look, stripped naked in high heels and a lacy basque, squeezing your own nipple as you masturbate furiously to accompany a man's fingers plunging deeply and relentlessly inside you. Your body shudders and I feel you orgasm, your eyes locked on the vision of yourself debasing your own body for pleasure.
I pull you to me, supporting you as your knees come together, crushing my hand between your shuddering thighs as the waves of ecstasy roll on and on. I can't move my fingers now, but they're pressed up against your g-spot, deep inside, and it's enough to make your walls tremble and contract around my intrusion. But the part that stuns me is your eyes. You are locked in fierce eye-contact with the writhing, panting woman in the mirror, watching her body succumb to her shattering orgasm, the vision burning itself into your brain. You begin to crumple, but I hold you, wrapping my arm tightly around your waist.
At last, you part your legs and my hand slips out from within you. Your thighs are glossy with the sheen of your wetness and your chest is rising and falling rapidly, fighting to control the aftermath of your climax. You have surrendered yourself completely to me, but there is just one final push. I raise my juice-soaked fingers to your mouth, watching you in the mirror as your eyes find my slick digits. You know what's coming next, even though we never discussed it, and you let me part your lips and slide my fingers inside.
You close your eyes in surrender and begin to suck, tasting yourself, cleaning my fingers. Eventually, I pop them out and you turn to face me.
"Do you have something you want to say?"
You nod, but your eyes are dreamy, drifting in the afterglow of your orgasm.
"You're still not allowed to talk."
I take you by the hand over to the bed and pick up the black dress. You stand there meekly, letting me dress you, watching as I strip off myself and get changed into my shirt and trousers for dinner. I transfer your lace g-string from my jeans to my trouser pocket, watching your eyes follow the scrap of material.
"Do you want to clean up before we head downstairs?"
You nod, aware of your slick fingers from where you masturbated yourself. I didn't tell you about this part.
"Pity," I tell you, "I like you just how you are. Let's go."
Your eyes flare as you realise what I mean to do. I take your hand, leading you towards the door. You pull back for a moment, but the protest is over as soon as it began, and you allow yourself to be led out of the room and down the corridor to the elevators. We wait in front of the polished bronze doors, and I can see you looking at yourself in your reflection, lost in your thoughts.
You're going to go downstairs and we'll all go to dinner. You're going to sit there with your husband and all your friends around you, smiling and laughing, enjoying the meal. There will be presents to receive, and mine will be last, slipped into your hand at the end of the night, just before your husband takes you upstairs: your little lace g-string. Maybe you'll wear it for him, peeling off your dress in front of him in your room, to stand there in your new lingerie.
But then I remember the look on your face in the mirror as your orgasm peaked, held naked in my arms. Maybe you'll be wearing the g-string when you strip off, hiding the fact you've been naked all night under the dress.
But maybe you've changed. Maybe you won't.
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The Partyers
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-partyers
| 4.48 | null |
Group Sex
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For our dogs, a romp on the beach was a favorite part of the day and for me and my boyfriend, Greg, the leisurely walk along the ocean was a relaxed and lazy way to start the day. It was spring break here in Florida and though our beach wasn't one of the notorious spring break party beaches, you could tell there was more activity than usual. The mid-morning hours attracted the older crowd, like us and the dogs, while the afternoons were taken over by the college kids. You could tell the vacationers because the same people would appear at virtually the same time each day. I guessed they wanted to make sure they got all the beach time their vacation promised.
This week, one particular group of vacationers caught our eye. Not only were they attractive and fit, but you could tell they were always having a great time. We would pass them coming and going each way on the beach and exchange pleasantries and as you would expect, after several days our greetings became more casual and familiar. Soon we were calling them the "Partyers."
Springtime in northern Florida is pure pleasure. Most every day is a pleasant combination of sunshine and dry days. But today was exceptionally wonderful so as we finished walking the dogs, we decided to take the day off and devote the rest of the day to our personal pleasures. We took the dogs home to rinse the sand and salt off of them and figured we'd head back to the beach for a little sun and then lunch at our favorite beach bar.
As I changed into my 2-piece, I looked at my nude body in the mirror and thought for a gal my age I still had it going. Since my early teens, I've always had a smoking hot body which generally served me well, even though sometimes it got me into a little more trouble than I planned on. My tits and butt were still the main attractions. I always liked catching guys staring at me, making them quickly avert their eyes hoping they hadn't been caught ogling, but, deep down, I secretly hoped they liked what they saw, and that those boys were thinking sexy, dirty thoughts about me.
As I finished changing, my boyfriend was packing a small cooler with some ice and drinks for the beach. I put on one of Greg's button-down shirts for a cover-up, grabbed a couple towels, and hopped in the car for the 3-minute drive to the ocean. Since we were locals, we had a favorite sunning spot on one of the taller sand dunes. This particular dune had a series of small peaks and valleys that not only shielded us from the wind on chilly days but also provided plenty of privacy for full body tanning. It was the perfect hideout. We could see the ocean and the beach goers across the wide beach but from the head down, we were hidden. We spread our beach towels on a sloping portion of the dune and broke out the Bloody Mary's. After a couple sips of the spicy drink, I took a good look around and determined it was safe to remove my top and let the girls out so they too could enjoy the warm sun. My guy made one of his sly remarks about how fine they looked, which gave me a nice warm feeling and just a bit of a twinge in my pussy. I always appreciated a naughty complement.
"Would you like me to tell you a story?" he asked. I instinctively knew what he had in mind. It had become a 'thing' with us that he would talk dirty or tell me a dirty story while we were having sex. No matter what sexy stuff we were doing, the words always turned it up, made me hotter and hornier than just the sex act alone. The story content didn't make a difference as long as it was raw and dirty. The stories were usually about me in some slutty sexual predicament. But my favorite part of all of this role play was that at certain points throughout the story, he would make me confess to being a slut or a whore or to demand that I confess to some of the real dirty shit I kept as a deep dark secret. Of course, when I told him my "secrets" they were mostly made-up stuff. But it was still fun and hot as hell.
"Fix me another drink and tell me a story" The sun, the sky, the ocean, and the vodka had taken over. I shifted my body and pulled my bottoms off. I let my legs fall open. One of my favorite pleasures of all time is the feeling of warm rays of the sun on my trimmed pussy. I wanted to take full advantage of the Florida sunshine. He handed me a fresh drink. The sun and the stars were about to line up. He put his hand on my body just above my bush. This guy wasn't a frat boy intent on a quicky. He told me he was going to finger my pussy and take all the time needed to make my body give up an orgasm in public.
"How's the drink?" Before I could compose a response, he slid a couple fingers inside me.
"Oh fuck!", "fuck", "fuck", was all I could say. I was at once a limp noodle. Words didn't work. Sun on my pussy, vodka in my head, and fingers in my cunt. Then he started his story. He fingered me slowly while his words inflamed me. We had been together for a long time, so he knew about my arousal. He knew my trigger points. He knew my pussy. Every time I got close the motherfucker slowed down. He was purposely edging me towards a major climax. Closer, then slower, over and over again.
I was getting frustrated, the time for fooling around had passed.
"Fucking do it, make me cum you mother fucker" I hissed.
"OK, hang on", he said. He quickened his pace. His two fingers curled up inside me to assault my G-spot. He continued finger me while he insulted me with humiliating words about what a whore and a dirty slut that I was and urging me to cum for him.
"Come for me, slut" he commanded. Whoopeee, I was on my way!
THEN THE MOMENT CAVED IN. The sounds of kids and quarreling parents ascending the dune invaded our secret world. I looked up at my boyfriend and from his expression he sensed we were about to be busted. I shot up and retrieved the only two pieces of cloth that would save me from having my picture in a MUG SHOT and an eternal black mark on my reputation for indecent exposure. I've never dressed so quickly in my life.
Within seconds we both regained that type of feigned composure that most often signals "you almost caught us". Regrettably, the tryst had come to an abrupt end but my kitty was not having any of it. My pussy was angry. Finger, dick, or tongue...it didn't matter. She just needed to be finished off.
Horny and unsatisfied, I put on my cover-up, and we gathered our stuff. We slid down from our perch on the dune and headed straight for the beachfront bar that had become one of our regular watering holes. Ready for a fresh round of drinks and a grouper sandwich, we made our way into the bar. It was jammed. In all but the most congested times our friend, the owner, would ordinarily find us a place at the bar. But no luck today. All those seats were taken too. Our regular bartender made us a couple of drinks and put our names on the waiting list. We moved outside onto the deck to take in the view and make the best of the time we had to wait.
"HEY GUYS, OVER HERE" I looked around to see who was calling us. Greg spotted them first, it was the "Partyers"
"Hey, come join us, we've got a couple extra seats"
Thankful for the invitation, we joined the party. We introduced ourselves to Micky & Chuck and Amanda & George. Micky seemed to be the ringleader. She and Chuck were a good-looking married couple, maybe in their fifties. Micky had all the curves a girl would want. Blonde and sexy. Chuck was one of those handsome guys with a big smile that made all the girls turn to take another look. The other couple was just as striking but maybe in their early thirties. Amanda was a petite gal in most respects except for those boobs. It was hard not to notice how shapely she was. Her boyfriend George was at the other end of the scale. He was a tall, fit, athletic black guy who could easily pass for a pro football player. I kept wondering how a small little girl like Amanda could handle such an oversize guy.
Lunch came and went over easy, animated conversation.
The owner stopped by our table to exchange pleasantries. Without words, I got the impression that he needed our table, so we got the check and settled up. Not wanting the fun to end, Greg suggested they all come over to the house for another drink. Normally, I would have welcomed the idea, but my urgent plan was to get back to the house and have my boyfriend finish what he had started earlier on the sand dune. The Partyers took us up on the invite, so we gave them directions to the cottage and headed for the car.
As soon as we got to the car and drove off, I grabbed Greg's hand and plunged it into my bikini bottoms.
"Finger me, you mother fucker. I'm so horny you need to get me off...now!!!" I barked. "Hurry, we've only got a couple minutes before they show up at the house" With both of my hands clamped over his to provide more pressure, he inserted a couple fingers into me and strummed my clit with his thumb. It was the only time I ever wished we lived farther from the beach. But in no time, we were in our driveway and my aching pussy was still nowhere close to giving up her sexual relief. Moments later the Partyers pulled up behind us and once again things were left undone. For the second time today, I had to reformulate my composure as we welcomed our guests into our little part of the world.
My cottage was a romantic place that time and the history of the old south had left alone. Though just a few hundred yards away from the tourist bustle, those few blocks seemed like a time machine. The closer you got to the house the further back in time it seemed. It was at the end of a sleepy dirt road on the marshy banks of the intercoastal waterway, shaded by a grove of mature live oaks dripping with Spanish moss. The cottage had everything we needed and nothing we didn't. An oversize porch and deck wrapped around the water side of the house. Several of the ancient live oak trees were even growing up through the deck to provide a very cool and romantic retreat from the Florida sun. Our place was a favorite hangout for friends and visitors to stop by and have a drink and watch the sun go down over the water. It seemed like today would be no different.
We showed our guests around and like all of our first-time visitors, they were amazed at the breathtaking view of the intracoastal waters. We were fortunate to be on a very wide stretch of the river and doubly fortunate that the other side of the river was an undeveloped nature reserve.
The guys took our drink orders and went inside to prepare the cocktails while the three of us gals admired the view and chit-chatted on the shady deck.
Out of the blue, Micky turned my way and said, "You know our boyfriends have been talking about you all week. Every time this week when they saw you on the beach they would start in on how hot you are and what they would like to do with you. Just now on the way over here they wouldn't stop talking about fucking you so I said Amanda and I would try to arrange things."
"So....would you like our guys to fuck you?" Mickey asked.
I could feel a flush of heat take over my face. I was so horny right now I would fuck just about anyone or anything, but all I could do was stammer,
"B
ut, but, but, I have a boyfriend."
Amanda then piped up and said," I'll promise to give him a blow job while the guys take you. I bet he won't mind one bit if I go down on him while he watches our guys fuck you."
"But, but, but..." was all I could say before Mickey said,
"OK, its settled, I'll go tell the guys and make the deal with your boyfriend. Heck, I'll even promise to fuck him myself if I have to sweeten the deal". And off she went, leaving me slack-jawed listening to Amanda go on and on about how much fun these guys were to have sex with. It didn't take long to figure out that all four of them were used to having sex with one another and now I was going to be thrown into the mix.
Moments later, Mickey and the guys emerged from the house, drinks in hand.
Greg handed me a glass of wine and, with an easy smile on his face, said "Are you Ok with this?"
I took a healthy slug of wine and looked him in the eye and said, "If you're OK with it, I'm OK with it, I'm so horny right now I NEED THIS".
Without a word, Amanda gently pushed me aside and dropped to her knees. She tugged at my boyfriend's swim trunks and in one motion, had his cock rolling around in her mouth.
Micky said, "I guess that answers that question."
Seizing the opportunity, the guys moved in. George was behind me and put his hands on my body, which sent a jolt of sexual tension through me from head to toe. Chuck took a position in front of me and began to unbutton my coverup. George leaned over and started kissing the back of my neck while he caressed my breasts with his giant hands. That was it! That's all it took to flip the switch. I moved one of my hands behind me to search for the bulge in George's shorts and then took Chucks hand in mine and guided it to my pussy. I was now sandwiched between two strangers feeling me up and pawing after the prize in my bikini bottoms. I was in heaven. George's hand moved from my breast down though the waist band of my bottoms and finally landing on the bushy mound of my pussy. He just kept his hand there gently caressing me on the outside while I was praying for him to start fingering me on the inside.
Chuck removed my coverup, and with his hands on my shoulders gently pushed me down to my knees. I was familiar with the position. I was dizzy with the idea that in a moment I would have a strange man's cock in my mouth and another one just waiting to take its turn. Chuck took a half step closer as I reached for the waistband of his swim trunks. As I pulled them down, his gorgeous cock popped out. My lips moved toward the tip as I grabbed his butt to pull him into my mouth. I love sucking a man's cock. It's so sexy, so dirty, so taboo, and so much fun all at the same time. Besides it makes my pussy gush, so I'm wet and ready for the cock when it comes time to fuck. Chuck seemed to be enjoying my mouth too, but after a few minutes of intense treatment, Chuck abruptly pulled out of my mouth. It seems he was on the verge of cumming. We all knew what was happening, but he had to stop because he wanted to make things last as long as he could.
With Chuck on the sidelines, it now seemed that the time had come for me to cross the Rubicon and suck a black man's cock for the first time. George moved into position right in front of me and pulled down his shorts to reveal his pride and joy. He was barely erect, yet even in his half hard state his cock was impressive to say the least. I grabbed him and started to jack him off to get him to full attention. I started to wonder how the tiny little Amanda could deal with a penis this size. But then I told myself if she could do it, so could I. Before I knew it, he grabbed his cock and the back of my head and thrust it into my mouth. God it was amazing! A strong powerful stranger just took command of me and without hesitating, filled my mouth with cock. My pussy gushed. I put my hands on his hips, not only to control our rhythm, but to make sure he didn't go in too far and gag me.
His cock tasted salty...a mixture of semen and recent sex. I realized that I was tasting the remains of the last sex act George had enjoyed and wondered which girl's pussy I was tasting on his cock.
After a couple minutes into my first black blowjob, I could feel George's cock stiffen to another level of hardness. I felt empowered that I could have this effect on a sex partner so soon. But just like Chuck, he pulled out of my sloppy mouth to avoid an early orgasm.
There I was, on my knees, in my bikini, on my deck after having just had oral sex with two dangerous strangers in front of their partners and my boyfriend. I felt so naughty, so slutty, and just so fucking horny. I needed more, a lot more.
George reached down to grab my hand and help me get up. He kissed me on the back of the neck again and told me what a good cock sucker I am. Although typically not a compliment, today it was exactly what I wanted to hear. We started to kiss, with his hands all over my body. These weren't just regular kisses. They were those bodice ripping movie star passionate kisses that arouse the entire audience.
We all knew it was time to fuck.
George reached around back and untied my top.
I said, "no, not out here, let's go inside" I held my top on with my hand and arm so that it wouldn't fall off and expose my breasts. I know it sounds silly that I could suck two guys in succession in front of everyone, but I didn't want people to see me fully naked outside of a dark bedroom. Without another word, he pulled the tie on my bikini bottoms as they automatically fell to the deck. I crossed my legs and put my other hand over my pussy in a futile attempt to hide it from view. I repeated my plea to go inside and continue the raunchy stuff in my bedroom. But George would have none of it.
"Lee, we came here to fuck you, and our girlfriends want to watch us doing it. It's a turn on for them." George insisted.
Mickey chimed in, "You're an amazing piece of ass and we want to have fun and watch our guys take you." Then she said, "I have another idea", she came over and picked up the bikini bottoms and helped re-tie them so I could regain some semblance of modesty. Then she re-tied my bikini top and rearranged my boobs back into it.
Micky then turned to the guys and told them to take the picnic table from the center of the deck and stand it up on end against the house. While the guys were doing that, she fished through her beach bag and pulled out two lengths of rope.
"Here guys, I think you know what to do." The two guys, naked from the waist up, surrounded Lee and started to kiss her and fondle her naught parts. It wasn't long before she was in another sexually induced frenzy.
"Here hold out your hands" Chuck commanded.
The guys then tied a rope to each of her wrists and led her to the upright table. They had her turn around with her back to the tabletop and pulled her arms up over her head and tied her wrists over the top of the table.
Getting tied up during sex was one of Lee's dark and secret fantasies. Getting fucked was fun, but fantasizing about someone doing unspeakable things to you when you could neither resist nor had no choice but to submit always induced her most memorable orgasms when she masturbated.
Micky came over to Lee and while assessing her predicament, started to tease her by telling her what pleasures lie ahead with the two guys who are going to take turns fucking her. She then pulled the tie to Lee's top.
Lee cried "no, no, don't do that, no, stop, stop"
But it was too late. Her top fell off. Her amazing breasts were now on display for all to see.
Clearly agitated with Mickey, Lee said, "you tricked me".
Micky responded, "You can't be a decent fuck with your clothes on. You need to be naked".
Then without another word she pulled off Lee's bikini bottoms. Lee pulled against the ropes and crossed her legs in an attempt to hide her bushy pussy.
Lee yelled, "You bitch, you tricked me"
Mickey calmly replied, "Soon after the guys start fucking you, none of this will matter."
Then Mickey said, "Hey guys, who wants to go first?"
Somehow the guys had decided that Chuck would go first. But first he asked Micky to suck him off a bit to get him hard again. Quick to oblige, Mickey dropped to her knees and pulled him into her mouth. After a minute or so Chuck was back in the game. Micky went back and stood beside Lee and put a couple fingers into her pussy.
Micky remarked "your pussy is already sopping wet. Do you want Chuck to fuck you now?"
Chuck approached his restrained partner and asked, "Is it time for me to fuck you?"
I was grateful for his initiative, and without a word, I nodded my head and closed my eyes. In a moment I will never forget, a stranger's hard cock slid effortlessly into my wanton pussy.
Though her fear was part of it, Lee let out a moan of unquestionable pleasure as Chuck buried the full length of his cock into her.
Chuck had only been fucking me for a few moments, but his dick was doing all the right things. His hands were all over me, kneading my breasts, pinching my aroused nipples, grabbing my ass, he even started strumming my clit with a nice steady motion. But, even with all this pleasure surging through me, my mind started to wander as I grabbed onto the ropes that bound me.
My head was spraying thoughts in all directions. Why was I being such a slut? Why did I agree to this? Why did I like being tied up? Would the neighbors see us? What were the guys going to do with me? Did I look OK? Did they think I was sexy, did they like my tits? How about my ass? Would they eat me out? Would my pussy taste OK? Would they try to fuck my butt? What were the girls thinking about me? Would I still have a boyfriend after they finished with me?
Given all of these disparate thoughts and distractions, I started to wonder if I was ever going to get off or was I just going to be a punching bag for a couple of strange dicks. I'm normally very shy and private about my sex life. Missionary is just fine with me. But today was a whole new world. I was tied up outdoors, where anyone could wander by and see me naked, and I was about to be gangbanged by two studs I had really just met few hours before. All in front of my boyfriend.
I needed to re-focus.
I kept my eyes closed from the time Chuck entered me. I figured if I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend I was fucking my boyfriend or one of those mystery men that kept showing up in my regular fantasies. I wouldn't have to come to grips with actually fucking a complete stranger. Or worry about performing sex acts in front of others who were there just to get off watching the erotic spectacle of a tied up naked woman getting fucked by guys she had just met.
However, all of that was about to change
Chuck had entered into a very pleasurable rhythm, and my hips were starting to sync up with his. It didn't take long before my body was on high alert, and my pussy was telling me I had made all the right decisions. As my pleasure was building, I looked up to take a peek around. There, standing a few paces behind my current sex partner, I could see George, now fully naked, and Amanda with her full breasts, dressed only in her bikini bottoms, slowly stroking him to keep her guy at the ready. Both seemed to enjoy the show, watching and waiting for George's turn to fuck me.
Ladies, I'm sure all of you have felt that twinge between your legs, and the wetness that follows, when you imagine a well-built black man with a gorgeous cock just hanging there ready for whatever fantasies you have concocted. Well, multiply that crazy feeling a dozen times over when an actual man with the dangerous cock is a few feet away and you both know that you are going to be his next piece of ass.
Once I saw George fully naked, my pussy gushed. I couldn't look away. Not surprisingly, my mind began to refocus on raw animal pleasure and the current dick in my cunt. My once stationary and submissive hips are now fully synchronized to meet Chuck's thrusts. I could hear sloppy wet sounds coming from my vagina, my breathing got heavy, words gave way to guttural moans. Everyone could tell I was well on my way. Amanda even dropped to her knees and took her husband's cock in her mouth, once again, just to make sure he was sufficiently hard and ready for the handoff and his turn to fuck me.
Micky took the opportunity to feel me up and punish my nipples. She was whispering dirty talk in my ear and calling me humiliating names.
"Do you like fucking my husband?" "You're such a dirty slut" "You're a cheap whore", "You're a fucking cunt" "Do you let all the boys fuck you?" "Do you let all the boys cum in your cunt or in your mouth?" "How many boys have fucked you up your ass?"
As usual, that dirty talk tipped it in! We all know the feeling when you know your time has come and the ultimate pleasure is irrevocably on its way. Once strangers, Chuck and I are now grinding away at each other like we've fucked one another for years, shamelessly humping toward the final release.
I struggle to form the words, "right there, right there, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me" and then it happens. I turned into a fucking animal. Endorphins consume me. My body is shaking, I'm swearing like a sailor, I'm struggling against the ropes that bind me, my pussy is convulsing, and that elusive magical rush envelops my entire body.
Chuck holds me close for a bit while I regain some sort of composure. His cock is still in me. It feels as hard as ever. Time has almost stopped. After a few moments, He asks if I can stand on my own.
I murmur, "I think so."
He backs away taking the fullness in my pussy with him. My wrists are still bound above and behind me so my sweaty, slutty, body is on full display. I smell of sex. There is no place to hide. Shame and regret start to replace the lust that had just moments ago wracked my body.
Mickey asks if I'm ok. I nod.
Micky says to George, "looks like it's your turn".
Amanda still has his cock in her mouth, with just enough effort to keep her guy at the ready but not so much as to make him come.
George pulls his dick out of Amanda's mouth with an audible pop and strides over to me, the newly minted whore. With one hand guiding his cock and the other grabbing my hips.
I whimper "I don't think I can do this. I'm not ready. I'm too sensitive right now".
I crossed my legs to ward off the intruder. George was having none of it.
"Spread your legs Lee, that's my cunt now".
I hold my ground with my legs tightly crossed together. George is not happy.
"Hey Mickey, do you have anything to keep this slut under control?"
Mickey quickly responds and starts to rummage around in her beach bag again. She pulls out a couple more lengths of rope. Amanda and Mickey then work in unison to tie a rope to each one of my thighs just above the knee and pull my legs apart. They fasten the other ends to the picnic table. Now I'm tied spread eagle to the picnic table with my legs splayed wide in a humiliating sexual pose.
George moves back into position inches from my sweaty, naked body. He starts to feel me up like a schoolboy on prom night. He wets a couple of his fingers and then starts fingering me. At first, I wiggle my hips in resistance, but after a few moments I began to move in a swaying rhythm displacing my earlier dismay.
Micky says, "Lee, we've all fucked George before. It just takes a bit of getting used to but then it's amazing".
Amanda chimes in, "George, just take it slow at first"
George grabs my ass with one hand and with the other starts to guide his cock into my sex swollen pussy. Taking it slow and lubing me with more spit, his cock starts to disappear. My mind and body are now focused on the incredible feeling of the extreme fullness building inside me and the amazing feeling of a dick going deeper into my vagina than I've ever felt before. George continued with his slow and measured strokes until we could hear the sloppy wet sounds of my pussy. Between thrusts, he looked down and saw that I was already creaming all over his shiny black cock. White girl sauce for his black dick. George saw it was a clear sign I was ready to get it on again. He increased his tempo but was careful not to go too deep until he figured out what I could take. Even though restrained, my hips started bucking to meet George's thrusts.
After a very short time Lee had once again returned to full slut mode as her next orgasm was just around the corner. Everyone watching was goading her on with dirty words. Mickey was feeling her up and pitching her nipples all the while calling her a "fucking cunt".
While on the verge of boiling over Lee was begging for his cock, blurting out the staccato words. "Fuck me harder, right there, right there, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop, you mother fucker"
Then her words turned to moans "You're gonna make me cum" over and over.
George took the cues and plunged faster, harder, and deeper into her sloppy mess. And then it happened
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK Meeeeee" Lee mewed
Lee's body started to convulse and writhe in response to the sheer dirty pleasure that her orgasm delivered. She pulled against her restraints. The pleasure inducing hormones were delivering on their elusive promise and provided her with the familiar, yet indescribable, raw animal pleasure we all seek.
George, still hard as ever, pulled out of Lee's saturated pussy and without a word or any sort of warning, Chuck took his place and guided his fresh cock into her and resumed fucking the bound woman.
Lee was barely out of orgasm coma when she was invaded by the new cock. She protested,
"No no, I can't, don't, don't"
However, that was not the plan. In less than a minute, Lee's tender pussy was full on fucking again. Her pussy was wet with lust, and the guys were now tag teaming her. A couple dozen strokes from one of the guys then the other. The guys were on a mission to gangbang her until they could both no longer hold off their own orgasms. The number of times Lee came would now be determined by how long these studs could last.
In her normal sex life, Lee was used to the typical bedroom scenes we all have experienced: a little foreplay, girl goes down on guy, guy goes down on girl (hopefully complete with an O), guy gets on top, then girl rides a little (maybe gets another O), girl goes doggy, and the guy finishes somewhere in or on her. Then time for a smoke.
But today was TOTALLY different. These guys were there to induce as many orgasms as her 50-something body could take. There was something very different about her too. Normally, she would come once or twice and that was the end of it. But today, with each orgasm, instead of fatigue, her capacity for arousal grew. Every time they fucked her, she felt hornier and hornier. As the tag team proceeded, she had turned into a slut savage. Who knows how or what was happening or where the lustful hormones were coming from. She didn't care. She just knew that every few minutes those dicks made her cunt explode.
As the fucking continued, Mickey made sure Lee was okay. She knew that the guy's relentless fucking was eventually going to take a toll on Lee's pussy. So, like a mother hen, Mickey knew just when to squirt a few drops of lube on the guy's dick or stream some on to Lee's bush so it would eventually seep into her pussy. Like everyone else, Mickey wanted to keep the party going for as long as possible.
Just after Lee had experienced a minor orgasm, George called for Chuck to take over. Lee was a horny mess. She had cum at least a dozen times. Her hair was matted and tangled in sweat. She smelled of body odor and sex musk. But her pussy was still responding to everything the guys gave her. Yet she wanted more.
In a hoarse voice she spoke directly into Chuck's ear
"The next time you make me cum, I want you to come in me at the same time. I want you to cum in my cunt and shoot it as deep as possible into me as you can. Can you do that?"
Chuck grunted in agreement.
"I'll tell you when I'm close and you make sure to do the rest, OK mother fucker?" Lee demanded.
She then looked at Mickey and said,
"I want your husband to cum in me this time, OK?"
Micky just nodded and smiled. The fucking intensified. Chuck was slamming his hips into her, their wet bodies made obscene noises.
Lee was whispering sexy taunts into Chuck's ear.
He, in turn, was talking dirty to her, "do you let all the boys fuck you? Do you like them to watch you fuck, How many boys have you let fuck your ass?
That did it!
Lee started moaning, "I'm coming, mother fucker. Come on, do It. Cum in my cunt. Cum with me, mother fucker"
Well, that was just enough for Chuck too. Lee's pussy convulsed and pulsed as she felt both Chuck's body and his dick stiffen for his first orgasm of the session. Chuck kept his promise and blew everything his balls had to offer deep into her cunt at just the right time. The slamming went on for a dozen more strokes and then started to subside as both partners wilted from their furious efforts.
Everyone knew what had just happened. There was a bit of appreciative applause from all of the co-conspirators.
Regaining some composure, Chuck pulled out from Lee's resilient pussy. Lee could feel Chuck's warm semen start to trail out of her and travel down her thigh.
Micky said, "It seems you have something that belongs to me."
With that, she knelt down in front of Lee, grabbed her by the thighs, and started to lap up her husband's cum from Lee's spreadeagled inner thigh. Micky was making purring noises as she licked higher and higher up Lee's thigh. Micky took a couple fingers and gingerly slid them into Lee's vagina.
"I think there's more in there." Micky cooed, "should I go after that too?"
Without waiting for an answer, Micky's tongue found lee's special spot. Lee protested as usual but soon surrendered to the fingers in her and the mouth that was pleasuring her aroused clit. This was not the first time a woman had been between her legs, but Lee never let on. She kept her past bi-experiments as one of her most closely guarded secrets. For her part, Mickey certainly knew what she was doing. She nibbled and licked all the best places while she simultaneously fingered her slave's G spot. As things progressed, Micky sensed that Lee was getting closer to the edge and removed her soaking fingers from her vagina only to re-insert her slippery finger into Lee's butt. Lee's legs immediately melted as she gasped for air.
Micky backed off and looked up at Lee and said, "It seems somebody here likes it in the butt! But I think we should leave that to the guys."
From across the deck, Lee could sense some sort of commotion and then saw Amanda come into view with her hand over her mouth, skipping across the deck with her boobs bouncing in all directions she darted up to Lee and with her free hand pulled Lee into a deep, sexy kiss. In one motion, Amanda shoved her tongue into Lee's mouth. As Lee began to wantonly return the woman's kiss, she realized how sticky and salty Amanda tasted. And then it hit her, Amanda had just shared some guy's load of cum with her. Initially shocked, she thought how dirty and slutty Amanda was. Dirty but sexy at the same time.
When Amanda broke the kiss, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and breathlessly blurted out,
"Your boyfriend just came in my mouth!"
Still shocked, Lee was somewhat relieved that at least it was her boyfriend's cum.
It was time to set their captive free. Micky stood up from between Lee's legs and began to untie her, caressing her breasts as she went while giving her small tender kisses in the process. As soon as she was freed, Lee surveyed the scene on the deck. Both Greg and Chuck were slumped in their deck chairs recovering from their recent orgasms. George, however, was half sitting against the deck railing, his sweaty body shining in the dappled sunlight with his penis soldier stiff, standing straight up as Amanda stroked him mindlessly.
Still in some inexplicable sexual frenzy, Lee wanted that black dick one more time. No longer shamed by her public nakedness and fueled pure lust, Lee approached George, and without a word, took his cock away from Amanda and began to mount him. She had to stand on her tip toes and raise one of her legs as she guided his erection toward her bush. After a short struggle, his dick found its mark as Lee wiggled her pussy down around him. She was still standing on her toes, not knowing how deep his penis would go inside her. Finally, Lee let all of her muscles release their tension as she bottomed onto his dick. She stood there motionless for a while, silently taking in the pleasure of the fullness in her vagina.
"That's a lot of dick." she said to George.
He nodded briefly and said to her, "I'll just sit here, you fuck me instead."
Micky leaned in and said, "I have a better Idea, stay still."
As she spit on her finger and slipped it into Lee's butt once again. Lee moaned out loud and her hips wiggled uncontrollably. She started to slowly fuck George's dick.
Micky whispered into Lees' ear, "Since your pussy is already full, do you want the other guys to fuck your butt?"
Lee had always dabbled in butt sex. It wasn't a regular occurrence with her boyfriend or her past partners. Anal mostly happened on "special" occasions when she knew it was coming and could prepare ahead of time. But the hottest times, the dirtiest times, were when she was uncontrollably horny and naughty deeds were needed. And today was unquestionably one of those days. On top of all that, double penetration was a home run, out of the park, all time fantasy for her that she never thought she could or would do in real life.
Lee tried not to answer Micky's question. Although she was crazy horny about the idea, the demur girl in her wanted everyone to think that she was reluctant to go through with such a dirty act. Secretly, she really wanted Micky to take the lead and "make her take it."
With George's dick still impaling Lee, Micky pulled some oil out of her beach bag and poured some at the top of her butt crack. As the oil glided down her butt, Micky started to finger fuck Lee's lubed up ass.
"Oh Fuck!" Lee whimpered as her pussy gushed around George's dick.
Mickey asked again, "What do you want?"
Lee whispered, "I've never had two guys at the same time before."
Micky repeated, what do you want?"
Lee finally broke down and quietly said, "I want it in my ass".
Micky told Greg that he should go first. Even though he had just come in Amanda's mouth a few moments ago, the sight of his girlfriend fucking another guy had brought his dick back to life. Greg jumped up from his chair and positioned himself behind Lee who was still slowly humping the black man's cock. He started feeling her up from behind, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her moan a bit more. Micky poured another dose of oil on Lee's butt and some on Greg's dick. He stuck his finger in her butt and finger fucked her for a bit.
Lee looked back at him over her shoulder and told him, "Be gentle, take it slow, really slow."
She stopped humping George to make her butt hole less of a moving target
As George grabbed her ass check to spread them wide, Greg grabbed her waist with one hand and his dick with the other. From experience, he knew just how much to push, when to back off, and when to re-engage all based on the cues from Lee's body. After some patient attempts, his slick cock slid effortlessly into Lee's butt. Her legs suddenly melted under the intense pleasure. It seemed like her entire body was being held up just by George's grip and the two dicks inside her. Lee moaned and grunted out mostly unintelligible words. Greg checked in with her to make sure she was OK and after a few awkward moments of thrusting, the guys got into a steady rhythm which allowed Lee to magnify her sensation with a rhythm of her own.
This was a crazy wild sex scene. The sex was so raw and dirty that it was clear no one was going to last for too long. Almost as quickly as it began, Lee was on the verge of a once in a lifetime orgasm.
She begged the guys, "Fuck me, just Fuck me, right there, just right there, now, do it nowwww!!!!"
Suddenly, every muscle in her loins spasmed and convulsed. Her pussy juices flooded everything. Wave after wave, she felt her body tightening around both cocks. And for what seemed like time suspended, she continued to orgasm from the amazing effect of the two dicks inside her body.
Greg too was nearing his own climax.
Sensing another dirty opportunity, Amanda knelt down beside Greg and simply told him, "Don't cum in her ass, I want you to cum in my mouth again."
The words were barely out of her mouth, when Greg immediately replaced them with his cock. In no time Amanda grabbed his butt and pulled him deeper into her slutty mouth. Greg came in an instant. Even though it was his second orgasm of the afternoon, he gave her exactly what she had asked for.
Just as Lee's body was fading like a rag doll under her subsiding pleasure, Micky told George she wanted to finish him off.
Finally, it was Micky's turn to expose her inner slut. George grabbed Lee's ass with his cock still inside her and picked her up and took her over to a nearby hammock a deposited her limp body there.
Micky looked at George and calmly said, "Pussy, mouth, or ass?"
He said, "Come here and kneel down."
With no hesitation, Micky pulled off her top and was on her knees in front of him. She grabbed his wet cock and licked it up and down, remarking how good Lee's pussy tasted. She then took that black dick into her mouth with a slow and steady rhythm of true professional tramp. After a very short time George began to show the unmistakable signs of an impending orgasm. Micky grabbed his butt and pulled him deeper into her mouth. Then to everyone's amazement, she pulled him deeper and deeper down her throat until there was nothing left to swallow. George moaned with delight as she held this position for a few moments. She then pulled out and gasped for a bit of air. She alternately sucked his dick and repeated this amazing stunt several times to the point where George was obviously close to cumming.
Micky then said to him, "Tell me when you are really close because I want you to come down my throat."
He nodded in eager agreement. Micky then went to town, making sure there would be no coming back. When she knew he was on the edge, she pulled his entire dick into her in one swift motion. You could see him violently convulse into her as she held on to his ass like a rodeo rider. And then it was over. His softened cock slithered out of her mouth and throat, as she took gulps of fresh air. Micky was truly an artist.
By now the deck was now strewn with wine bottles, discarded clothing and naked, weary, bodies. The air was filled with the smell of party and naughty sex. Since sundown was still a couple hours away, we agreed to meet back here on the deck after a shower and maybe a quick nap. The "Partyers" still had another few days left on their vacation so I'm hoping we can put together another party before they leave. Something we would all look forward to again.
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"swallowing",
"groupsex",
"anal",
"ass to mouth",
"bondage",
"couples",
"oral"
] |
Four Kitties - Pt. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/four-kitties-pt-02
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Taboo/Incest
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Four Kitties - Part 2
The entire group met up in the guest room an hour later.
"I had planned on this scene being a simple boyfriend/girlfriend scenario. Sheena had a suggestion that I think falls more in line with our Four Kitties work and will sell better. Sheena, tell us what you had in mind," Liz said.
"It's a first time together thing. Our couple has only been dating for a short time, a month maybe. The girl, who is more experienced, is a little frustrated that the guy hasn't made a move on her. They start making out, but when he doesn't go for it, she does. What do you think?" Sheena asked.
"Empowering," Debi replied.
"Does he resist?" her grandmother asked.
"No, he's just shy and inexperienced," Sheena answered.
"I like it," Raquel said smiling.
"Mike?" his mother asked.
"You plan to sell what we've done?" he asked.
"That's what we do. We make adult films and sell them. The first one with you and your grandmother will go to general sales. The massage and this one will be exclusive to Four Kitties subscribers," his mother said.
"He'll need to sign releases," Debi reminded her.
"You get paid if they're released too," Sheena added.
"Cool. Where do I sign?"
"I have the forms at home. We'll fill them out tonight. Are you okay with the scenario?" his mother asked.
"Mom, Sheena can seduce me anytime."
It took about twenty minutes to get the room set up. Both cameras would be mobile for this scene. Debi and Raquel would be using those while Liz directed the shoot.
Sheena and Mike were sitting side by side on the side of the bed.
"Action," Liz said.
Mike turned his face to Sheena. "You study in your room?"
"It depends on what I'm studying. Right now, I'd like to study you," Sheena replied kissing him and running her fingers through his hair.
As they continued kissing, Mike put his hand on her back but was just holding her and not moving. Sheena was caressing his face, neck, and ear. In a moment she pulled back and looked at him.
"Is something bothering you?" she asked.
"No. Why?"
"I invited you into my bedroom. I'm kissing you and caressing you, but you're sitting here seemingly disinterested."
"I'm interested," he said blushing.
"Be honest with me. Have you been with a girl before?" she asked.
"Uh, no. You're kinda the first girl I've spent any time with," he admitted.
"Are you gay?"
"No! I'm into girls, they just haven't been into me."
"I can't imagine why. You're good looking, well built, smart, good personality, brush your teeth, and don't seem to have an aversion to showers."
"Getting contacts, seeing a dermatologist, and working out has helped a lot," he said.
"Maybe this will help too," Sheena said putting his hand on her breast.
Mike smiled as he squeezed it gently over her t-shirt.
"There's another one on the other side," she said.
Mike took her, not so subtle, hint and massaged them both. After a couple of minutes, she pulled off her own shirt and slipped off her bra.
"Mike, here's how this is supposed to work. During the first part we take turns undressing each other as we explore each other's bodies. We use our hands and mouths for that. Once we get naked and have each other nice and aroused from part one, we eat each other. That's part two. In part three your dick is going in my pussy. Are you with me so far?" she asked.
"Yeah. It's just kinda my first time. I didn't know how far you wanted to go."
"Let me clear it up then. I want to take this to the point where you cum. Your dick is limp from exhaustion. I've cum at least once, but hopefully more, and I'm too weak to do anything except lay there and let your cum dribble out of me. Since you're a virgin, and I'm on the pill, we won't be needing a condom. Are we on the same page now?" Sheena asked smiling.
"We're on the same page," Mike replied pushing her backward onto the bed and taking her breast in his mouth.
His right hand moved to her other breast and began exploring. A few minutes later his hand moved down to her abdomen and feebly trying to unfasten her shorts. Sheena reached down and unbuttoned them and pulled her zipper down. Mike's hand went straight for the pussy.
She reached down and took hold of his forearm pulling him back. "Take your time. Get me worked up. Stroke my belly. Tease me as you work your way to my pussy."
Mike took several minutes stroking her abdomen and working his way back into her pants. Sheena finally raised her hips and slid down her shorts and panties then kicked them off. She cooed when his finger slid into the moisture between her labia. She let him explore for a moment before sitting up.
"My turn. Stand up," she told him.
Mike stood and Sheena quickly pulled his shirt off over his head then sat on the bed facing him at his crotch level. She grabbed the elastic band on both sides of his shorts then slowly pulled down both the shorts and his briefs. His hard cock nearly hit her in the face.
"Impressive," she said as she looked at his cock and her hand cupped his balls.
"Is it big enough?" he asked.
"Plenty big enough. You've got more dick than I've got pussy. We'll figure it out," she said licking away pre-cum with the tip of her tongue.
Mike moaned at the sensation then stiffened as she took the head into her mouth.
"Careful, I'm about to...ohhhh," he exclaimed as his first stream shot into her mouth.
Unfazed, Sheena stroked him to get the full load. She was looking up at him as she did then pulled off when he finished and swallowed.
"That was a big one," she said.
"Sorry, I didn't expect that," he told her.
"I did. It was your first time. It's okay. I have something for you to do while you recharge. I'm going to let you eat my pussy. You have watched a video of that, right?"
"Lots of them," he said smiling.
"Show me what you've learned," she said grabbing a pillow and laying back on it then spreading her legs.
Mike surprised her. He crawled up between her legs then began kissing and licking her inner thighs. He alternated sides and very slowly worked his way up. When finally at the top he concentrated on the area outside the labia, including her perineum. Sheena was loving it. She grunted and tensed when his tongue teased her asshole.
"That's a first," she said as he continued probing it with his tongue.
"Like it?" Mike asked.
"Yes. Quit talking and get back to work," she chuckled pulling her legs up to her chest to give Mike and the camera more access.
When Mike licked her up the middle from asshole to her mons she moaned.
"Oh, fuck," she sighed.
He then directed his full attention to her labia. Mike had listened to her earlier instructions closely. For at least the next ten minutes her licked, kissed, sucked, and teased but avoided her rock hard clit completely. His hands were all over her, touching and teasing everywhere. Sheena was almost ready to beg him to let her release when suddenly he sucked her clit into his mouth and assaulted it with his tongue.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed as she did a half sit-up then arched her back and trembled. Her legs shook as she came for what seemed to her like minutes. Sheena finally pushed his head away to stop him. He lay there watching her as she recovered.
"Cut," Liz called.
Mike sat up and turned to his mother. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked.
Liz laughed. "No. Sheena's going to need a break after that. You did great."
"That was pussy licking at its finest," his grandmother complimented.
"Thanks," he replied.
Everyone was looking at Sheena who was still experiencing an occasional spasm.
"I think you've ruined my daughter," his aunt said.
Sheena smiled and looked at her. "That was off the scale," she said, shuddering again.
"Let's take ten," Liz said leaving the room suddenly.
"Is mom upset?" Mike asked.
"Horny. She went to rub one off," Debi laughed.
Debi was right. Liz went to the bathroom and using her fingers quickly brought herself to a good orgasm imagining her son was eating her pussy. She waited for her flush to resolve before washing her hands and returning to the bedroom.
"Feeling better?" her mother asked grinning.
"Much. Sheena, are you still with us?" Liz asked.
"Barely. Fuck! That was awesome," she said finally sitting up. "Mike, thank you."
"You're very welcome," he replied.
Liz took a few minutes to explain what she wanted them to do before setting things back up to continue the shoot.
"Action."
One camera was directed just at Sheena's upper half when Mike grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. The other camera was getting the whole scene. Mike lifted her hips and literally drove his hard cock into her. Sheena gasped at the penetration. Holding her hips steady he began pounding her. She grunted with each hard thrust and was quickly beginning to flush. Mike spit on her asshole then pushed his thumb into her ass all the way to the base.
"Uhhhhh!" she moaned as she stiffened and came again. Her entire body was shaking as he continued driving into her. Mike grunted once then began filling his cousin's pussy with his cum. Sheena collapsed limply on the bed as he finished in her. He held her there for a moment then pulled out his thumb and softening cock. Cum seemed to pour out of her as he gently lowered her hips to the bed.
"Cut. That's a wrap," Liz said.
Mike got off the bed and left for the bathroom.
"We just witnessed the birth of a star," Raquel commented.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Liz replied.
"Afraid of? Why?" her sister asked.
"You know exactly why. They tend to turn into arrogant, egotistical, womanizing assholes," Liz replied.
"But he has you, and the rest of us, to help him keep his head on straight," her mother said.
"And a planet full of horny bitches to feed his ego," Liz added.
"Then we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen, won't we?" her sister asked.
"I guess," Liz replied. "Sheena, are you okay? You haven't moved."
"She's asleep," Debi chuckled. "He wore her ass out."
"Just curious, who would you like to see Mike paired up with?" Raquel asked.
"You mean besides his mother and sister?" Debi asked.
"I don't do films, and Nina only does solo and girl/girl," Liz replied.
"Film or not. You're going to fuck him, and you know it. Nina may be a lesbian, but I'd put money on her doing her brother," Raquel suggested.
"As young as he is, I'd really like to see Mike paired up with more mature stars; Becky Bandini, Rachel Cavelli, Brandi Love, Cory Chase, India Summer, Zoey Holloway, Mandy Flores, Jodi West," Debi suggested.
"I'd prefer we avoid the mainstream stuff and keep him within our organization. That eliminates the ones with the fake melons," Liz replied.
"Are you implying my tits are too big?" her mother asked.
"You have cantaloupes. Watermelons don't sell to our clientele," Liz pointed out.
"Who do you think Mike would pick?" Debi asked.
"I have no idea," Liz replied.
"His first pick would be you," Raquel told Liz.
"Mother, give it a rest," Liz insisted.
*****
Liz was quiet as she and her son drove home.
"Is something bothering you, mom?"
"I don't think I was fully prepared for everything that happened today. I knew that sooner or later you'd learn about our business, and that you'd likely want to be involved. What I didn't expect was how quickly you took to it."
"Everyone said I did pretty good," he said.
"You were exceptional and have everything it takes to be very successful at it. That's what concerns me. Men in the adult film industry often get...well, they turn into jerks. The notoriety goes to their heads. I don't want that to happen to you. I like you just the way you are."
"So, what are some of the ways we can make sure that doesn't happen?" her son asked.
"Keep your personal life and film life separate. Use a stage name. With Four Kitties, you work on a percentage and our clientele is more exclusive. You won't be as easily recognized as in mainstream films. In mainstream, women make a lot more money than men. You can still make a lot of money if you get popular. I would suggest you mostly stick with us and stay anonymous in mainstream. You know, like your scene with grandma. We didn't see your face. It's up to you. I wouldn't feel right telling you what to do."
"But with Four Kitties my face would be visible?" her son asked.
"Mostly, yes. We don't cater to everyone, mostly women. We also do regular stuff that's seen online. For those we use women other than our four regulars and mainstream males. Occasionally we get requests from subscribers and very wealthy people for videos of a more specific nature."
"Like what?"
"Debi and Sheena made a bundle recently on a live mother/daughter show."
"It was hot when Sheena was teaching me on her mom. Any others?"
"Husbands or wives requesting someone to do their spouse in front of them. Those are usually for birthdays or some other special occasion. Sheena mentioned one recently where someone offered a large amount of money to see a real mother and son live. They offered more if it can be videoed," she said.
"I'd like that last one," her son said. Liz didn't acknowledge his comment. "Why don't you do films?"
"Honestly, I don't like the way I look on camera."
"But you enjoy the sex?" he asked.
"Yes, I enjoy sex as much as anyone else. Back to our original topic of not getting swell headed - stay true to yourself. Stay who you are. Refuse to let notoriety change you," she said, hoping to change the topic.
"Did you enjoy watching me today?" Mike asked.
"I was directing, not watching."
"Aunt Debi said it made you horny and you went and rubbed one off."
"My sister has a big mouth. So what? I'm human. Things affect me just like they do everyone else," his mother replied.
"I think you and I should do that mother and son thing," Mike said smiling. His mother ignored his comment. "That's twice you've pretended not to hear me."
"I heard you both times. I'm not comfortable responding to it yet," she said.
"So, you want to, but are afraid to admit it?"
"That is NOT what I said," she insisted.
"You want to, don't you?"
"I don't do videos."
"I'm not talking about a video," her son replied.
"Good, 'cause we aren't doing one."
"We're just going to make love?" he asked.
"Mike, don't press me on this. My feelings on the matter are mixed. I'm not going to rush into something like that without giving it careful consideration."
"Okay. Sorry."
"Thank you," she said.
*****
Sheena was driving home from her grandmother's house and called her cousin Nina.
"Hi Sheena," Nina answered.
"Hey. You'll never guess what happened today."
"Probably not. What happened?"
"Grandma, mom, and I fucked Mike."
"As in my brother Mike?"
"Yep. Actually, gram just blew him. Mom and I both fucked him," Sheena said.
"Where was my mom?"
"Directing."
"You filmed it? Holy crap! So, he knows about us?" Nina asked.
"Not about you. As far as he knows you're still his sweet, lesbian, big sister. Your mom didn't want you mentioned until she talks to you."
"Good. I think I'd rather tell him myself. How was he?"
"Mike has the makings of a star. He has a nice big dick, learns fast, and eats pussy almost as good as you do."
"He's the one guy I'd let eat my pussy," his sister said.
"Would you really?" Sheena asked.
"Yeah, I really would," Nina assured her. "How did my mom handle it?"
"She was flushed all afternoon. It turned her on big time."
"She didn't join in?"
"No, just directed," Sheena replied. "When will you be back?"
"I fly in tomorrow morning. I think I'll call mom tomorrow and maybe go over there."
"Okay. We have a couple of ten o'clock auditions on Monday."
"I'll see you then," Nina told her.
*****
At dinner that evening Liz handed her son a piece of paper.
"Here is your user name and temporary password for Four Kitties. It gives you access to most everything on the site."
"Thanks. I'll check it out after dinner."
"Let me know when you're ready. I'll show you around and point out a few of my favorites," his mother suggested.
"Boy, how things can change. This time yesterday I hid the porn I watched and made sure I kept my browser history wiped. Now you're offering to watch it with me."
"Would you rather I didn't?" his mother asked.
"No. I'd like to watch it together."
"Good. It's settled."
*****
Following dinner, Mike cleaned up the kitchen and ran the dishwasher. His mother had gone to her room to clean up and change.
Back in his room, he turned on his desktop with the large monitor and checked his social media sites. He saw a couple of posts from his sister Nina indicating she would be back from her trip to Phoenix the following day. It was around eight pm when he knocked on his mother's bedroom door.
"Want to check out the website with me?" he called through the door.
"Go ahead and get started. I'll be right there."
Mike returned to his room and pulled a second chair in front of his screen then opened the website. It was very professionally done. He entered the login information and was welcomed by the home screen menu. Mike clicked on the videos link and was surprised by the sheer number of categories to choose from.
Liz walked in and sat next to him wearing white silk pajama shorts and top.
"Where would you like to start? We have things already sorted into categories or you can do a multiword search for something specific," his mother asked.
"What do you suggest?" he asked.
"My favorites are the cougar stuff. Search for cougar BWC." Mike began typing. "Now remember, these were created with women in mind. They'll be a bit more romantic, tell a story, and are less graphic than what you're used to."
Mike hit enter and the screen was filled with multiple small windows, each with the face of a mature woman and a young man.
"These are the actor's. Pick one you like."
Mike looked at the screen and selected a couple that looked interesting.
"Good choice. That's Becky Bandini," his mother said.
They watched the full twenty minute video. It began with Becky working in the yard as her son watched from the window. She came in to shower and her son 'accidentally' walked in on her unseen. Although contrived, it did reflect a romantic twist. Her son, with his large cock, wound up in the shower with her. After some foreplay, they migrated to her bedroom for a very tasteful, loving, but graphic romp in the sack. Mike was erect shortly after she stepped into the shower.
"I'm surprised. After all your activity today, I didn't think you'd get aroused so easily," his mother said.
"I'll be honest. I'm as surprised as you are."
"It's fine if you want to take care of it. I've seen it before," she said smiling.
"Now? With you sitting here?"
"Sure, why not? It's a normal bodily function. We all do it."
"Did this turn you on?" he asked.
"Mildly. Click the one with the blonde man and woman. That's Alli Rae. She's one of my favorites," Liz suggested. Mike clicked on it to open but didn't start the play. "Alli is the step-mom. Her son is having a problem ejaculating so she agrees to help. It starts off with daily hand jobs and escalates over a week."
"Who's the guy?"
"Marco. We don't work with him much anymore. I don't think anyone does. The way this is typically shot is, so you never see the money shot until the end. I wanted a money shot every time for realism. Alli agreed but Marco, thinking he was in charge, refused. We shot the beginning of each scene with him then brought in a stand-in dick for the finishes. This video was, still is, a big seller. Marco and the stand-in split their percentage. Marco has lost pretty close to fifty grand for his laziness," Liz advised.
"The actors are paid based on sales?"
"That's how we do it through Four Kitties. A small daily wage and a good percentage of the sales. Alli could almost retire on her percentage of this one video. I've worked with her quite a bit. Go ahead and play it."
Just minutes into the film Mike was stroking himself through his shorts. When he noticed his mother was doing the same thing he slipped his off. About five minutes after that, as Alli took her step-son's cock in her mouth for the first time, Liz took over stroking her son. Minutes later she was kneeling in front of him and giving him a truly world class blowjob.
"Oh, mom. This is a dream," he said.
"I've wanted this all day," she said smiling, then returned to her task.
Liz brought her son close several times, but each time she backed off before he came.
"Mom, please?" he pleaded.
"Will you be able to get it up again?"
"Yes. I'm sure I can," he sighed.
"I'm holding you to that," she said then swallowed him to the base.
It only took a moment before Mike groaned loudly and began filling his mother's mouth with his cum. It was massive and intense. Even with her experience she couldn't contain it all, and cum ran from the corners of her mouth. When he finished his mother used her finger to collect what she had spilled and swallow it.
"How did I do?" she asked grinning.
"You blew everyone else out of the water. Wow!"
Liz stood and took her son's hand then led him to the bed.
"It's your turn now," she said pulling off her top and shorts.
Liz fluffed the pillows and reclined on the bed with her legs parted and knees drawn up for her son. He smiled looking at her wet pussy with its light brown triangular patch of hair.
Mike lay between her legs and gave her a licking very similar to what he had given Sheena. Even though he was trying to edge her, she unexpectedly peaked. Liz actually screamed as her entire body contracted and shook violently. Her legs slammed together on his head holding him there. She bucked wildly with each of the multiple waves that permeated her. After about a minute she finally went limp.
As soon as he was free Mike knelt between his mother's legs and drove his entire cock into her. She screamed again and wrapped her long legs around him and began bucking her pelvis. Mike countered her with his thrusts and soon both were cumming. Her orgasm, the second time was just as out of control as the first had been. Mike wondered if she wasn't having a seizure. They finally fell limp holding each other and lay there.
After several minutes Mike rolled off and cuddled with his still recovering mom. His phone rang with his sister's ringtone. He knew she was traveling and decided to answer it.
"Hi sis," he said.
"Hi. Are you at home?" she asked.
"I'm in bed. Why?"
"I just tried calling mom, but she didn't answer."
"Hold on," he replied and handed the phone to his mother. "It's Nina."
"Yes, ma'am," Liz said.
"Holy shit! You're in bed with Mike?"
"Well, everybody's got to be somewhere," Liz replied.
"You fucked him, didn't you?" Nina asked laughing.
"Mike did most of the work."
"How is he?" her daughter asked.
"That's hard to answer since we don't share a good frame of reference."
"Humor me," Nina requested.
"Absolutely amazing," Liz replied. "Is that why you called? So, you could interrupt us?"
"No, actually I was calling to see if I can get a ride back from LAX tomorrow morning."
"What time?"
"Ten fifteen outside the United terminal."
"I'll go," Mike offered.
"Mike says he'll be there."
"Thanks. Are you done for the night?" Nina asked.
"My guess is probably. He's cum six times today with four different women."
"That's impressive for a guy," her daughter said.
"That's impressive for anyone," Liz added. "See you tomorrow," she said ending the call.
*****
Mike waited in the phone lot at LAX for his sister's text. It came nearly thirty minutes following his notification of the plane arriving at the gate. He drove to her location and stopped nearby then got out and opened the trunk. She walked out seconds later pulling her large bag behind her. Mike grabbed it and stowed it in the trunk. He and Nina got in the car and headed into traffic.
"Welcome home," he said.
"Thanks, Studly," she said grinning.
"I don't know about that."
"You've gotten great reviews from mom and Sheena. I'll call Gram and Debi later."
"You're not bothered by this?" her brother asked.
"When I first found out about Four Kitties I was shocked. Mostly about mom and Gram. Debi, didn't really surprise me. She's always been on the wild side. Sheena doesn't surprise me either, but she wasn't part of it then," Nina told him.
"There's a fifth one now too."
"Did they tell you who it is?"
"All mom said is 'silent partner.'"
"It's me."
"You're kidding?" Mike asked not believing her.
"Cross my heart. All I do is solo and girl/girl through Kitties. No guys or mainstream stuff at all."
Mike chuckled. "And I thought you were so clean cut."
"Unless you were a subscriber you'd have no reason to think otherwise. So, tell me about yesterday," she said.
Mike told her about all the activities of the day and how much he had enjoyed it. He included the part with their mother.
"Mom is the best looking, has the best body, and is awesome in bed. I don't understand why she doesn't do films too," Mike said.
"Initially, she told me she doesn't like the way she looks when filmed. That's not it. Did you notice anything different when mom came compared to the others?" Nina asked.
"She's louder and more intense."
"Yeah, she actually screams. When she cums her entire body shakes and trembles. That embarrasses her. When she was young, some asshole guy laughed at her when it happened. It scarred her. The other thing that bothers her is when she comes. Let's say I'm at level one in arousal. That's essentially not aroused. As we build up, women go through level 2, 3, and 4 before orgasming at level five. Mom has no level 4. She goes straight from 3 to 5. It's unpredictable for her. It just happens. The good part of that is she can cum a half-dozen times while the rest of us get one or two."
"She did seem to cum quickly."
"Very quickly. I can get her off with my fingers in about a minute," Nina said.
"Mom likes girl/girl?"
"Except for you, I've never known her to be with a guy. She likes them but apparently avoids them. I, on the other hand, have no use for them," his sister said.
"Well, there went my fantasy number two," Mike said grinning.
"I told Sheena I'd let you eat me. I'd like to know if you're as good as she says."
"Want me to pull over?"
"When it happens, we'll do it at the studio and on film. We might as well profit from it."
"Just say the word," he said.
"So, we're clear here. I love you, but that's all we're doing," she said.
"Understood."
"Have you been to the studio?"
"No."
"I'll bet mom is there. She almost always jumps into the editing right after filming." Nina called her mother.
"Are you back?" Liz asked.
"I am. Are you at the studio?"
"Yep. I'm editing yesterday's footage."
"Mind if Mike and I stop by? I can show him around and you can show me his work."
"I'm fine with that. He knows you're with us?" her mother asked.
"I told him. See you shortly," Nina said, ending the call.
With traffic, it took forty-five minutes to get there. Mike was impressed as they pulled up to the large three story building. The only identification on it was the four kittens painted on the upper corner.
"How much of it is Four Kitties?" he asked.
"All of it. Wait until you see inside."
Mike followed his sister through the lobby, down the hall, and into a room marked 'Editing.'
Liz looked up and smiled as they came in.
"Welcome to the cat house," she said.
"This is impressive," Mike replied. The blonde woman sitting next to her looked up grinning. "Alli, Alli Rae? Mom and I watched one of your videos last night," he said wide eyed.
"Hi Mike. Did you enjoy it?"
"It was awesome."
"Your mother was just showing me some of your work. I'm hoping we can work together real soon," Alli replied.
"Uh, yeah. I'd like that," Mike replied.
"Watch this," his mother told him as multiple big screen monitors came on showing his grandmother sucking his cock.
"Damn, Mike. That's quite a dick!" his sister said.
"How would you know?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I don't use them, but I've seen hundreds, smartass."
"Watch Gram's expression when he cums," Liz told them.
A moment later the cock onscreen began throbbing and their grandmother's eyes went wide as her mouth was filled. She seemed near panic until swallowing to ease the load.
"Must have been the mother lode," Alli said laughing.
"She said it was," Liz agreed.
"Want to take him on the tour?" Nina asked her mother.
"I've got another hour here. You go ahead," Liz replied.
"Alli, you're welcome to join us," Nina told her.
"Sorry, I have a shoot scheduled in a little while. It was nice meeting you, Mike."
"You too, Alli."
They covered all three floors on their tour. The entire second and third floors were sets that could be essentially anything. Some were laid out as living rooms, bedrooms, baths, and kitchens. There was a classroom, a lock-up, and even a permanent BDSM setup. They were able to create almost any indoor environment in a professional manner. Camera equipment, lighting, and computers were state of the art. It was all very professional.
"What do you think?" Liz asked as she walked up to join them.
"How did I not know anything about this?" Mike asked.
"It's not something we'd generally talk about at the dinner table," she chuckled.
"I was sixteen when I found it on the web. I had finally admitted to myself that I liked girls. While browsing, I found Gram and Debi. I traced them to Four Kitties," his sister confessed.
"She asked me, so I was honest with her, but I refused to let her see or participate in anything until she was eighteen," their mother admitted. "Anything you haven't seen?"
"Planning and scheduling is our last stop," Nina said.
They took the elevator to the first floor and Nina led them to the end of the hall.
"This is where things get put together. Ideas are presented in our weekly meeting and discussed. As a group, the five of us decide what we're going to do and how to do it. Then we make it happen," Nina said.
"Let's say you had an idea. How long from presenting to production?" Mike asked.
"Usually a few weeks, but sometimes it takes months," his sister replied.
"About the only thing that moves quickly here are the specials," his mother advised.
"Like that mom and son thing?" Mike asked.
"What mom and son thing?" Nina asked picking up several papers from a rack. "Holy crap! Mom, have you read this?"
"No."
"They're offering a million for a live mother and son and another quarter million for a video. You and Mike should do it," she said handing the paper to her mother.
Liz began reading the request as Nina flipped through others.
"Hubby wants to see his wife get pounded by a big dick stud. Nice looking lady too," his sister said, handing it to her brother. "Here's the same thing, but with the husband and a porn star. This is new. They're wanting to see a lesbian get her first dick."
"How much are they willing to pay?" Liz asked.
"A hundred K for live and video," Nina said then looked at her brother. "If I decided to do that would you be willing?"
"Sure," Mike replied almost before she finished the question.
Nina grinned. "Take your time. I don't need an immediate answer."
"Yes. I don't need to think about it. Yes!" he said enthusiastically.
Liz laughed. "By the way. We have two interviews scheduled for tomorrow. You, Sheena, and Rob are on the schedule."
"Rob? Why do you keep including him? He's a jerk," Nina asked.
"You've got eighteen hours. Find a replacement then call him and cancel," Liz told her.
"Mike, what are your plans from ten to one tomorrow?" his sister asked.
"I'm open."
"Shave your pubes, shower, and be here at nine forty-five tomorrow. You're doing auditions with me and Sheena. Problem solved. I'm going to go call him," Nina said walking away.
"She is efficient," Mike said.
"Very. You should shave tonight. It'll add another inch to your already formidable tool. Mike, are you okay today?" his mother asked.
"I'm fine. Why?"
"Big day yesterday and I assaulted you last night."
"You didn't assault me. I was hoping that would happen. Busy later?" her son asked with a wink.
"Probably not. If I check out that mother/son special and find out it's legit, would you have any interest in doing it?" Liz asked.
"You really felt the need to ask?"
"I just want to make sure."
"Mom, who would offer that kind of money for a live show?"
"Someone with more money than they know what to do with. You'd be surprised at some of the requests we've gotten."
"Like what?"
"Actual rape, snuff; we forward those to LAPD. We had one for a ninety year old toothless woman in a wheelchair giving blowjobs," his mother said.
"Did you do it?"
"I don't know a single toothless ninety year old in a wheelchair, man or woman. No, we didn't do it. You might enjoy doing the wife in front of the husband stuff. We've never had a problem, but we always have a big security guy in the room. There are some of those on our site."
"That might depend on how they look."
She looked at the papers Nina had put back in the tray then handed him one.
"Trophy wife," Mike said looking at the picture.
"I looks like it."
"Problem resolved. Rob will not be coming," Nina said cheerfully. "Mom, I was thinking of about a dozen situations I could see Mike in."
"Honey, you're putting the cart before the horse. We haven't even discussed bringing your brother into Four Kitties. Slow down."
"Sorry, it's just that we don't have someone we can call our guy. Rent-a-dick is okay, but not what I'd consider ideal."
"I agree. Let's let Mike see what we do, then sit down and all discuss it together," her mother suggested.
"Okay. I'm going to start vetting these specials tomorrow, okay?"
"That's fine but don't commit to anything until the group discusses it," Liz cautioned.
"I promise," Nina replied.
*****
As Mike drove his sister home she turned to him.
"So, when they offer to let you join the group are you going to?"
"I'm not sure what it entails. I'll certainly listen to what they have to say," Mike replied.
"In addition to your percentages you get profit sharing too. It's not a lot, but it pays for my house."
"Sis, what happens ten years from now when I have a career and someone finds out I made porn?"
"The adult film industry can be a career. Mike, in another year I can retire to easy street and live very comfortably for quite a while on my savings."
"Just from what you earn at Four Kitties?" her brother asked.
"Other than an occasional special that's where all my money comes from."
"Would I be out of line if I ask how much you make?"
"I'll tell you this much. I've been with kitties for three years. I have almost a million in savings."
"Damn. By the way my birthday is...."
"I know when your birthday is," Nina interrupted.
Once at her house, Mike brought in his sister's luggage and headed home.
*****
Liz got home just after nine.
"I grabbed Chinese on the way home. Yours is in the microwave," he told her.
"Thanks. I ate with Gram. What did you think of the studio?"
"I'm really impressed. You can recreate almost any setting in there."
"Once Sheena actually starts directing we'll be a lot more productive."
"Does that mean more time at work?" her son asked.
"It will until we bring on staff. Besides the five, we only use part timers. Are you fully recovered from yesterday?"
"You mean physically?" he asked grinning.
"Yes. I mean physically."
"Fully recovered and functional."
"Put the Chinese in the fridge and meet me in my bathroom in five minutes. I'll shave you, and if you're good, give you a test run."
Mike literally ran to the kitchen. Five minutes later he walked naked into his mother's bedroom.
"Lay on your back on the pad," she instructed.
"How much are you taking off?"
"Hopefully, just the hair. Debi usually does the shaving."
"Be careful, okay?"
"You're fine. Trust me," his mother said with an evil grin.
He was already hard so nothing unexpected happened until after wiping up the remaining shave cream with a towel. Liz straddled him and slid down easily onto her son's cock.
"I need you to listen to me for a minute. I've cum twice with you. Both times I was laying on my back. You saw how intense it was. This time I'm sitting on you. When I cum, in probably about a minute and a half, I counting on you to make sure I don't fall off the damned bed. Is that understood?"
"Understood," Mike replied.
She reached out and grabbed her son's forearms. "You hold mine the same way and don't let go."
"I've got you, mom."
Liz began a slow, gentle rise and fall on her son. She hadn't moved more than a half dozen strokes before her entire body began shaking and a scream filled the room. Mike held onto her arms and barely kept her from going over backward. Fortunately, he was able to pull her sideways and she fell onto the bed. The seizure lasted at least a full minute before she calmed and just shuddered for the next minute.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"Give me a minute," she whimpered.
After a moment she set up straddling him again.
"That was a really good one. Hang on, I'm going again," she said grinning.
The second one took a few strokes longer to start and lasted longer but was otherwise identical to the first. Mike was able to control her more easily the second time. When she recovered she rolled off and lay beside him.
"That's why we can't do the mother/son thing," she informed him.
"Are you having seizures?"
"No. I was tested twice while having orgasms. The brainwaves were perfectly normal. I just have really wild orgasms."
"Are you aware of what's going on?"
"I'm completely aware, I just lose bodily control. Scoot up in the bed. I want to suck that big bald cock."
Liz spent the next twenty minutes worshiping her son's cock before draining him into her mouth. They fell asleep cuddling.
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[
"cousin",
"porn",
"mother",
"aunt",
"son",
"sister",
"grandmother",
"porn star"
] |
Hubby's Golfing Group Text
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https://www.literotica.com/s/hubbys-golfing-group-text
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Taboo/Incest
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You'd think my husband would've told me he was having a few of his golfing buddies over before I went to bed.
Let me share a few intimate details about myself. I enjoy sleeping commando--naked, no panties, no bra. I have a beautiful set of 38Ds, a cute face, strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, and very sexy legs, as I was once an amateur hosiery model. I also sport a 70s-style retro bush.
More often than not, I enjoy falling asleep in hosiery--pantyhose, to be specific. I've grown accustomed to the silky, sensual feeling they add under the cool sheets, plus the added warmth in colder months or during summer when the AC is on.
I enjoy my red wine--who am I kidding? I enjoy any wine or alcohol, for that matter. After work, I like to slip off my heels, stretch my toes, pour some wine, and indulge in a cigarette or two.
My after-work attire is a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt because I like to feel comfy. Needless to say, my silky, nylon-encased feet are breathing, walking around barefoot after suffocating in heels all day.
Being in a house with two males and being the only female can, at times, be a challenge. Our son is 19 now, taking a gap year to decide what he wishes to do. Over the last few years, I've noticed some changes. He's expressed an eagerness to do laundry, which came as a huge surprise. He's always showering at all hours of the night, he's been attentive to my feelings, and has expressed wanting to help me when he finds I'm alone. More recently, I discovered that he may have a nylon hosiery fetish like his father.
Last week, after returning home from work earlier than usual, I decided to give my son a break and do the laundry. I stopped by his room and grabbed his clothes. As I was sorting, I noticed what I thought was an inside-out pocket. When I went to tuck it back in, I realized it was soft and silky--it was sheer nylon. I pulled it out, and it turned out to be a thigh-high stocking. It could've been one of mine, but it wasn't familiar.
Examining it closer, I noticed it had several white stains that were visibly prominent against the suntan shade and crusty in spots. OMG! I just found my son's cum rag!
That explains it--now it's clear why he wants to do the laundry. Who does that stocking belong to? Where did he get it? Does he wear them? All these thoughts ran through my head. That's a battle for another day, I thought as I gulped a huge swig of my wine.
It was about 8:00 when I decided to call it a night. I was feeling the wine, and my mind was in a total fog. I went to say goodnight to my son, who was playing some game with his headphones on. I called out his name and walked in, but he didn't hear me come in. I leaned in to kiss his neck, and he jumped. "Goodnight," I said. "Oh, you scared me," he said. "Goodnight, Mom." I wanted so desperately to discuss finding his cum rag, but I just didn't have enough liquid courage in me.
I said goodnight to my husband and told him I was going to bed. He looked up just enough from his phone to say, "Goodnight."
I undressed and slipped into bed. I didn't even put the TV on. I don't remember falling asleep--it felt like I slept for hours. Still mentally exhausted, I groggily looked at the clock, and it was only 10:45. If I didn't have to pee, I would've kept sleeping.
Putting on my robe and loosely tying it, I walked out of our bedroom, down the hall, and downstairs to the guest bathroom. Walking down the stairs loosened my robe, leaving it fully open by the last step.
Startled by catcalls, whistles, and flashing lights, my squinted eyes opened in disbelief. There, in our family living room, were over half a dozen of my husband's golfing buddies.
I froze, realizing my robe was totally open. I immediately tried to close it--not a moment too soon, for my huge tits were hanging free, and my dark, overgrown retro bush between my legs, tightly encased in silky, sheer suntan nylon pantyhose, left nothing to the imagination.
Flushed, I turned and ran up the stairs into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me.
OMG! What the fuck! I screamed. Taking the last gulp of wine, I wished I had another bottle. Ugh! Lying down, I put myself to sleep in the fetal position.
I woke up to my husband slamming drawers and doors. "What's the matter?" I asked. "This," my husband said, showing me his cell phone. Apparently, he wasn't aware of what happened last night. There were multiple full-frontal nude photos of me. It's obvious that several had been edited so the moment was truly captured.
I slapped his phone away from my face, blaming him for not telling me he was going to have his friends over, no less at that hour of the night. "It's my fucking house!" I screamed.
My husband started saying something when I immediately cut him off, screaming in his face that it was all his fault. "Where were you, anyway?" I asked. "I was in the kitchen, getting some drinks for my guests," he said.
"Expecting people in my living room at that hour was the absolute last thing I could've ever imagined," I said as I got out of bed, naked except for the suntan pantyhose I slept in--evidence from last night's fiasco.
Putting on my robe and tying it tightly around my waist to ensure it wouldn't come loose again, I slipped into a pair of open-toe slippers and headed downstairs.
By the third step, the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee hit my nose. Both my husband and son were sitting at the table. Pouring myself a cup, I turned around, leaning against the counter, appreciating the aroma and taking a sip. While rehashing last evening's events, I noticed an awkwardness and figured it had to do with last night.
After a few sips, I pulled out a chair and sat across from them. With my legs crossed, dangling my slipper off my toes, I asked them, "What're the plans for today?" My husband said he was going for a noon tee time, and my son interjected, saying he was joining as well. "I guess I'll be home alone today," I said as I let the slipper fall from my toes, exposing my silky nylon foot for both to ogle.
The tension between them was weird. I noticed my son seemed distant and ignored my silky nylon foot, which is uncommon for him. Normally, his attention is solely focused on my legs and feet, which my husband seems oblivious to. He didn't even make eye contact with me. Did my husband say something to him? I wondered.
"Better get going," my husband said as they both got up and headed out of the kitchen. Picking up the coffee cups and putting them into the sink, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
**Caller Text:** "Your husband is a very lucky man."
**Me:** Who is this?
Silence.
Waiting...
Nothing. Hmm. Well, whoever it was will just need to text back or forget it, for it's an unknown number.
I walked into my bedroom and started to disrobe when my husband stepped from behind the closet door. He sidestepped me, closing our bedroom door, and said, "We need to talk."
Sitting back on the side of the bed, naked except for the pantyhose I was wearing, I asked, "What's up?"
"All morning long, the guys have been breaking my balls, saying stuff, and, you know."
"Know what?" I asked.
"Saying shit about how you look, that you have such big, fuckable tits. They all said they were in shock that you have such a hairy bush and what a body you have, and that they'd all fuck you if they had the chance."
Making lemonade from lemons, I said, "Well, you should be proud that all your buddies feel that way about your wife, right? Is that all they said? C'mon, you can tell me anything--you know that!"
"De said that your bush looks fucking amazing, like a woman of the Amazon, and--"
"And what? And who's De?" I asked.
"De, short for Dejon, and--"
"And what?"
"He said he'd let his anaconda go into your thick bush anytime."
"OMG!" escaped my mouth.
"Which one is Dejon?" I asked, knowing fully he's the only Black friend my husband has.
"He's the big guy, the one that looks like a football player," he said.
Not gonna lie--as soon as my husband said De, an electric pulse shot directly to my pussy. "It's okay, honey," I said. "I'm flattered."
"Well, there's one more guy who's seen your photos and had the balls to comment," he said.
"And who might that be?" I asked.
"Jacob," he said.
"And what did Jacob say?" I asked.
"He said that I'm a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife with such big, beautiful breasts, a gorgeous hairy mound, and the sexiest legs ever seen, especially in pantyhose."
"Wow," I said. "That wasn't that bad--actually respectfully put and quite flattering. So, which one is Jacob?" I asked.
"Your fucking son!" my husband cried out.
The silence that filled the room was broken only by the sound of a mower a few houses down cutting the lawn. "What did you do?" I asked. "I can't believe you let our son see those pictures," I said, shaking.
"He's in the golf chat. He's in the chat," my husband kept sputtering.
It just dawned on me, still processing that our son has been masturbating with my panties and nylons, and now he has a vivid visualization of what I look like naked.
"OMG! Agh!" I shouted at my husband. "I can't believe you let this happen."
"Get the fuck out! Go play your game! Get out!" I said as I pushed my husband out of our room, my silky nylon feet sliding as I tried forcefully to push him out, my boobs jumping with each push and shove.
Slamming the door behind him, my back to the door, I took a deep breath. I realized my breasts had swelled, my nipples were hard, and I was flushed with fever. This was just too much to take in.
Everything was running through my head: my husband's friends witnessed me almost naked, the comments from his buddies saying they'd fuck me, then his only Black friend wanting to let his anaconda loose in my bush, and that our very own son had been masturbating and now has seen--and has pictures of--me naked. How much more could I possibly take?
Hearing the doors slam and the car starting, I knew I'd have some time to myself. I walked downstairs, talking to myself, went to the kitchen bar, grabbed a bottle of Merlot and a glass, and turned to go upstairs to take a relaxing bath.
While lying in the bath on my second glass of wine, the comments my husband shared that he received from our son kept playing in my head on a loop:
"You're a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife with such big, beautiful breasts, a gorgeous hairy mound, and the sexiest legs ever seen, especially in pantyhose."
By now, I was on my fourth glass of wine or so, talking to myself that he's commenting about my tits, my hairy bush, and my legs in pantyhose. He fucking knows about my pantyhose. He's been playing with them, cumming in them--who knows, probably even smelling and licking them. I wanted so badly to blame it all on his being a pervert, yet he's a smart, handsome, strapping man who inherited his father's fetish for silky, sheer nylon pantyhose.
OMG, I said to myself, I can't believe my son actually said such things! I can't believe he has pictures of me. I can't believe that Dejon wants to fuck me with his long, Black anaconda cock! FUCK! I finished off the bottle, this time skipping the glass and sipping from the bottle. On the last sip, I swallowed with the thought of all these cocks wanting to fuck me, including my very own son.
I rubbed the neck of the empty bottle over my lips, then into my mouth as if it were a cock. Unfulfilled by the feeling, I had a desire to feel penetrated. Stepping from the bath, I carefully dried off and made my way to my bed, with the wine bottle in one hand and the pantyhose I was wearing in the other. I lay in bed.
Bringing the freshly worn pantyhose to my nose, I inhaled. I found them satisfying, having captured the scent of my pussy. I poked my tongue at the tiny cotton panel crotch, tasting the salty secretions that had escaped between yesterday's and today's wear.
I tied the pair of pantyhose around my head, lining the tiny crotch with my nose. I then explored my pussy with the neck of the wine bottle. It felt cool and smooth as it found my lips. I was already wet--and not from the bath. I gently pushed it in. While breathing in the scent of my own pussy, I pushed the bottle in. It felt okay but not satisfying. Thoughts of both Dejon, who I can only imagine has a long, thick, Black fucking snake, and our son, who has been satisfying himself sexually with my intimates--I'm sure he's at most average size.
Under the spell of several glasses of wine and feeling desirable, I desperately needed to fuck or get fucked. In spite of being married, my pussy has felt neglected for the last several years, and truthfully, at this point, I don't care who takes care of my needs, for I need to get fucked. I'm not ruling out hubby's big Black friend or--please help me for saying this--my son.
I sprung from bed to my closet and rummaged through an old, oversized pocketbook that housed one of my favorite, larger-sized rubber dildos. Taking it out and holding it in my hands brought me back to a time when my husband and I fucked multiple times a day, weekly, pausing only when my Aunt Flo was visiting. By the time the honeymoon phase settled and I'd given birth to our son, sex was almost nonexistent. Needing to save our marriage for the sake of our son, I went to a store several towns over to purchase a surrogate cock.
For those of you who've purchased before, you know the kind of store I'm talking about and the type of selection they have. I'm not gonna lie--I love sex, love cock, and if I was choosing a surrogate, I sure as fuck wasn't going to get one comparable to my husband. I went for one much larger and thicker. Timid at first with my decision-making, I rationalized that I was a new mom, still healing after giving birth, and that I could handle a larger one.
Truth be told, years earlier, I was diagnosed in medical terms with a "deep and tilted cervix." In simple words, I'm made deep with a slight tilt. Medically and sexually, I'm made for an above-average, long, thick dick--porn star-like--without causing any pain or discomfort, allowing for deep, maximum penetration.
Wanting maximum sensation, I hand-washed the oversized phallus with hot water, bringing the feel to a warm, lifelike temperature. I used a blend of coconut and grapeseed oil as a lube as I stroked and massaged it in.
Climbing into bed, and... my phone buzzed.
**Caller Text:** "Your body is amazing. What I wouldn't do to you."
**Me:** Who is this? How did you get my number? How do you know what I look like?
Silence.
Waiting...
**Caller Text:** Your warm smile, those big, beautiful breasts, your hairy mound encased in sheer nylon, and those sexy, nylon-encased legs and feet.
**Me:** Who is this?
Silence.
Waiting...
Putting my phone down, I pulled the pair of pantyhose over my head, resembling a robber. I then found a position and spread my legs. OMG, I was so wet and ready for this. I brought the large, thick dildo to my wet lips and gently rubbed them. The warmth from the phallus and the friction enhanced the sensation. The more I rubbed the head over my lips, the wetter I became. My pussy succumbed to the sensation, lips falling open, exposing my tight, wet, neglected vagina. The pressure of the plum-like pink head pushing its way into my tight opening made me gasp.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed a little deeper, and with a pop, the thick head entered. Pushing a little deeper, then replicating the in-and-out stroke of an actual cock fucking me. With my free hand, I explored, pinching and pulling on my nipples. My breathing grew rapid, as did the anticipation of taking more between my legs.
I arched my back, raised my hips to meet a deeper thrust. In my head, I replayed the comment about Dejon fucking me with his big anaconda cock. "Oh, yes!"
"Oh, fuck me!" I moaned as I pushed in deeper, pretending it was Dejon, replicating the stroking sensation that I imagined he'd be using. Spreading my legs wide, knees bent as if trying to get all of himself in me.
**Buzz, buzz.**
**Caller:** I bet you're a very giving woman. I would worship you from your silky nylon toes to those beautiful lips.
**Me:** Yeah, okay! You're not even man enough to tell me who you are!
**Caller:** Oh, I would.
Waiting...
**Caller:** Bet you haven't had a foot massage and your toes...
"Ahh, yeah, that's it--fuck my pussy. Fuck me!" I was now going harder and deeper. "Fuck, I'm so wet, and it feels amazing." I started bucking my hips to meet each thrust. Who the fuck is this texting me? It's obvious he wants to fuck me, I imagined. This guy, though, hasn't been rude or abusive--he just may be a nice guy.
Sweating and breathing heavily, the dildo was almost flush with my pubic mound. Shoving it in and out, I tried to think of Dejon, and it just wasn't doing it. With a strong pull, breaking the suction, a loud, fart-like sound escaped as the bulbous head came out.
Frustrated, I got up, legs shaking, to get some more lube. As I went to the table, my phone buzzed again. Fucking text, I said.
**Caller:** Bet you haven't had a foot massage and your toes...
**Me:** Toes, what?
Waiting...
Lubing up my surrogate cock--all 12 inches of it--looking forward to a much-needed cum. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs, brought the head of the dildo to my puffy, wet opening, and the head found its way in easily.
I closed my eyes and slowly began to penetrate. Damn, it feels amazing.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** Bet you haven't had a foot massage and your toes...
**Me:** Toes, what?
**Caller:** Your pretty, painted nylon toes sucked on.
Working the dildo in, I started to get into a rhythm. For some reason, the thought of my son masturbating with my panties and hose--and now he's seen me as a woman and not as his mom--came to mind. I didn't realize that while thinking about him stroking his cock, holding my soiled intimates, sniffing, smelling, licking, tasting, I was furiously shoving the dildo in and out, and I actually took it to its base.
OMG, augh! Oh my fuck, YES! My poor, neglected pussy flooded, cumming all around the thick rubber base of that miraculous cock! OMG, the thought of my son brought me off. I'm a horrible mother.
Coming off that unbelievable orgasm, my legs weak and shaking, I removed the dildo, leaving a gap between my legs and a puddle of wetness beneath me. OMG, that was fucking amazing. Staring at the sheets, the puddle of wetness was a result of thinking about my son masturbating. I didn't even think of him wanting to fuck me like the rest of the guys in the golf chat. I'm so terrible.
Needing desperately to take a shower and dress before my husband and son returned home, I looked at my phone:
**Caller:** Bet you haven't had a foot massage and your toes...
**Me:** Toes, what?
**Caller:** Your pretty, painted nylon toes sucked on.
**Me:** That sounds pretty kinky. May not want to, for my feet may smell.
**Caller:** Even better. I'm sure all your covered parts smell and taste divine.
**Me:** OMG!
**Caller:** OMG, what?
**Me:** OMG! Excuse me...
**Caller:** Excuse what?
**Me:** "COVERED PARTS"!!!
While waiting for this tit-for-tat back-and-forth texting with this stranger, I went into the shower. The hot water felt so good on my body. My poor pussy, sore and gaped open, seeing the reflection in the mirror--the lips swollen and red all around. I gently soaped and rinsed.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I curled my fingers into the pantyhose, sliding my toes in and working them up over my naked body. Yes, they're the same pair that I wore over my face and for the last few days. Part of my fetish comes from the sensual exoticness of a naughty, dirty, taboo kind of way.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** Excuse what?
**Me:** "COVERED PARTS"!!!
**Caller:** Yes, your hairy mound, that ripe ass, and delicious toes.
**Me:** Well, I never!!!
**Caller:** Well, maybe you should...
Having no idea who the hell is texting me, I don't dare tell my husband, and anyway, the messages haven't turned vulgar. Honestly, who's it hurting? I'm a bit intrigued to see where this goes.
**Buzz.**
What the fuck? Oh, okay.
**Jacob:** Hey, Mom, we're on our way home. Dad asked if you wanted pizza?
**Me:** Sounds lovely, sweetie.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** I'd love to be the one tasting you while playing with your breasts.
**Buzz.**
**Jacob:** Cheese or pepperoni?
**Me:** I'll take your pepperoni.
FUCK! OMG, that wasn't meant to be said--I just thought it. Oh, fuck...
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** I would lick and suck those toes for hours.
**Me:** This is enough. Please don't text anymore!
**Buzz.**
**Jacob:** What?
Fuck me.
**Me:** Sorry, sweetie. Mommy didn't mean it like that. Pepperoni, please.
**Jacob:** K.
Losing track of time between changing the sheets, doing the morning dishes, and putting my face on, I heard the car doors slam.
"We're home!" my son yelled.
"Be right down!" I yelled. In only a pair of black, sheer yoga pants and a sweatshirt, I hurried down the stairs. "Smells good," I said as I met my son at the bottom of the stairs. He walked by with the pizza, almost banging himself into a chair at the dining room table because he was looking at his mother's nylon feet. That's my boy, I thought to myself.
Grabbing some paper plates and napkins, I put them on the table. Opening the box, I caught a whiff of hot, steamy, cheesy pizza with pepperoni. I immediately remembered the pepperoni comment I made to my son.
I took a slice, sat on the recliner, and flipped on Netflix, going to *Highlander*, picking up where we last left off. Crossing my legs, I played footsie with myself while eating and watching. I could feel the eyes of both my husband and my son.
Looking up, catching both looking at my silky nylon feet, I asked how their day was playing golf. "Okay," was echoed by both.
On the program, there was a scene where one of the younger women was being held down, forced to have sex. The distinguished gentleman, much older, lifted her dress and petticoat, parting her legs where she was wearing white thigh-high wool stockings, and he inserted himself. The scene lasted maybe two minutes, long enough to cause a silence, which was broken when the scene switched, and my son got up, saying he was going to take a shower. My husband excused himself as well.
Sitting on the recliner, looking at my nylon feet, wiggling my sexy, painted toes, I laid my head back, closed my eyes, and thought of the fucking I gave myself earlier.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** Did you get wet?
**Me:** What? Excuse me.
**Caller:** Did the crotch of your pantyhose get wet?
Who the fuck is this? Which one of his friends would have the balls? I thought to myself.
**Caller:** Did me saying that I'd lick your mound, ass, and toes "excite you"?
**Me:** Who's this? Who the hell is this?
**Caller:** I'm just a man who would feast on you!
**Me:** What do you mean?
Feeling a bit frisky, I hopped off the recliner and went to see what my husband was up to. On the way to our room, I heard the shower running and thought I'd pop in to say hi to hubby. I tiptoed to the shower and peeked behind the shower curtain. I was going to fully open it and yell, "Boo!" when I was shocked to see my son soaping his fucking huge cock. OMG! I did all I could do but scream. I turned and practically ran out. I went into our room, where my husband was asleep in bed.
I felt a sickening feeling come over me as I walked out, closing the door behind me, not wanting to wake my husband. I just witnessed my very own son soaping a very large dick. Wait a minute, rationalizing with myself--I didn't do anything intentionally; it was by mistake. He's of legal age, he's been masturbating with my panties and hosiery, and he's just seen nude photos of me, so maybe we're even.
I went downstairs, poured myself a glass of red wine, and sat on the recliner. Not gonna lie, I said to myself that I have some very sexy feet, and my toes, painted crimson red, accentuated by the suntan, sheer pantyhose I'm wearing--how could any man resist? I said to myself, lol.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** It means I would satisfy all of you with my tongue.
How do I answer that? I thought to myself. I have no idea who's on the other end.
Getting up, I poured another glass of wine, this time bringing the bottle with me. I answered my anonymous texter:
**Me:** Well, you happen to have caught me in a kinky, playful mood. I'll play along. I bet your tongue wouldn't know what to do with me!
**Caller:** Oh, you'd be surprised. What are you doing now?
**Me:** I'm sitting on a recliner, sipping some wine, and you?
**Caller:** I'm wishing I was on my knees at your pretty feet.
**Me:** That sounds pretty kinky! So you like feet?
**Caller:** I like any part of your body in nylon.
**Me:** Any part?
While waiting... guess I scared him away. Pouring myself another glass of wine and stretching out my legs, looking at my sexy nylon feet. I could see the attraction.
**Me:** What part?
**Caller:** All your lady parts.
That comment caused an electric surge between my legs. Hearing that a total stranger would worship my feet, toes, ass, and pussy is strangely erotic.
I never, ever--and I mean never, ever--wear panties under pantyhose. More often than not, a daily wear leaves the cotton crotch very well scented and crusty from my leaky pussy.
**Me:** Careful what you wish for, I stated to the Caller. I get quite wet!
Why did I say that? I wondered to myself.
"Hey, Mom," my son said, as I was lost in thought. "MOM," he said again, this time touching my shoulder. Startled, I turned quickly, looking up over my shoulder. Oh, sorry, hon, I was zoned out. "Okay," he said, "just wanted to say I'm going to sleep."
Taking a big gulp of wine, building up some liquid courage, I said, "Please sit down for a minute. I need to talk to you about something."
Sure, Mom, what is it?
Well, I know you're a man now, and as a healthy one at that. For the last several months, I've noticed several pairs of my pantyhose missing, and when I did the laundry, I found several pairs damp, sticky, crusty, and stained from what I can assume is your cum. "WAIT," before you try to say it wasn't you, that you don't know how or who, it's perfectly normal. I know it's you! And not your father; he gets the real thing. He doesn't need to abuse my nylons.
I also know you were one of the guys in your father's golf chat that had seen the photos taken of me while I was under the influence last night. Please don't tell me you didn't see anything or that you don't know what I'm talking about, for that ship has sailed.
And what is it about my wearing nylons that excites you enough that you look at me while I'm always wearing them and makes you masturbate in my worn hosiery?
Taking the last gulp of wine before getting up to pop another bottle. Fuck it, I thought, I'm gonna need this to handle the rest of this conversation.
Sitting back down, "Look at me," I said, "my eyes are up here. What is it about my feet that you're constantly staring at?"
"Answer me," I raised my voice, more assertive this time.
Mom, can I speak, please? Please go ahead, as I twisted the screw into the cork, popping it. Go on, I'm listening.
Okay, yes, yes, okay. It's been me. I'm the one who's been using your pantyhose to jerk off, I mean masturbate in. "Why?" I asked, taking a huge sip, hoping to dull the reality of his answers.
Ever since I was young, I found your legs and feet super sexy in hosiery. You're always walking around here in skirts, dresses, pants, even pajamas, and your nylon legs and feet are on display. It's, it's kinda your fault.
"But why masturbate in them? My fault?" I asked him, dreading his answer.
I've always noticed how smooth and sexy your legs looked, then looking at your feet, they're just perfect. Those sexy toes love all the shades--white, French, and red, my favorite on you--and that you wear silky, sheer nylon pantyhose all the time can bring the strongest man to his knees.
As far as masturbating in them, yes! I enjoy it. I envision you in them. I see you walking, sitting, bending, relaxing, driving, and being sexual in them. I've inhaled the nylon tips that encased your sexy toes. Yes, I've brought them to my nose more times than I can count to inhale that very intimate sexual scent that only you left behind, and...
"And what?" Go on.
And if inhaling your very intimate, sexual scent wasn't enough, yes, I've licked the cotton panel. I've put them over my nose so I could smell you, taste you, leaving my hands free to jerk off in another pair.
"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?" he asked.
"NO! We're not finished here," I said, as I poured myself another glass of wine. If he wasn't here, I'd drink from the bottle.
I get all that, I said, and men will be men. Even though I'm your mother, I'm a woman second, and I'm sorry for not considering your feelings and for, unbeknownst to me, teasing you.
I'm sure the photos in the chat displayed me as a voluptuous woman, half-naked, dressed only in sheer, silky pantyhose and a short silk robe. I'm your mother and will always be your mother first. Do you understand me, young man?
Yes, of course, he answered.
Have you masturbated since looking at my pictures? I asked after taking another big sip of wine.
Be honest, please.
YES, he said reluctantly.
What did you find attractive about them? I asked.
Not wanting him to feel on the spot, why I said this I don't know, I'm blaming it on the almost three bottles of wine I've drunk throughout the course of today, having a sore, recently fucked pussy that I fucked with a large dildo, and being extremely horny.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I said, I walked into the bathroom today while you were in the shower, and I saw something I wasn't expecting. And that was my baby boy, soaping a pepperoni stick-sized cock! There, I said it...
His face turned pale, and he looked like he saw a ghost. Oh, grow up, I said. Now you want to play shy?
So, tell me, what did you like about my pictures?
You saw me? Yes, I responded. And you saw me!!! So, big boy, we're even.
Now tell your mother what you liked about her pictures, I said as I stretched out my legs and fanned my nylon toes, and then rubbed both feet together. The sound of silky nylon caught his full attention.
Please, pretty please, I whimpered in a soft, sexy voice. Mommy really wants to know. He said, If I tell you, then you have to tell me what you thought about me.
This conversation may go beyond my wildest expectations. Okay, I blurted out.
Each and every photo is absolutely beautiful: you walking down the stairs, your hair disheveled, your short robe opened, your beautiful breasts swinging, and your lower half encased in sheer, silky, nylon, suntan pantyhose, not hiding your beautiful, mature, retro bush.
I think that and your feet had me stroking and cumming in an older pair of your pantyhose that I had hidden. Believe me, I looked all over for the pair you came down the stairs in and couldn't find them anywhere.
Ha, I'm still wearing that pair. LOL.
Well, that's so sweet of you to say. I never knew you felt that way. And your words, so sweet and sensitive, not vulgar nor harsh. I hope you seeing my photos doesn't change the way you look at me as your mother.
No, Mom... I look at you even deeper. I love and know you as a mother, and I'm crushing on you as a woman. I've masturbated my "pepperoni stick," as you called it, to the thought of just looking at you, kissing you, touching you, making love, and fucking you as a woman, not as my mother. The added benefit of you being my mother is that we'd never have to worry about either one of us sharing our secret, for it would be ours forever. We could kiss when alone. We'd not have to travel; we live under the same roof. When you or I want to share a sexual moment, we could when alone.
OMG! What the fuck are you saying or suggesting? I replied.
My pussy started pulsating while he was talking, explaining that he would worship me, massage my feet every single day, lick and suck my nylon toes. I felt my pussy leak hearing him say that he would go down on his knees and tongue fuck me. He said he loves my scent and taste. He said he's always wondered if his long, thick dick would fit in me and if he could make me cum.
We shouldn't be discussing this, I slurred. Go to bed. We'll talk about this some other time.
My son started tearing up as he confessed his love for me, almost begging for his mother's hand as his girl. We could be so happy. I could just imagine you coming into my room, slipping off your short robe, climbing into bed with me, only wearing pantyhose. We kiss like lovers and explore each other, feeling your beautiful breasts, rubbing you through the silky, sheer crotch of your pantyhose as our tongues explore each other.
When you're ready, we...
I'm, I'm not saying anything or suggesting anything, I'm just saying...
What are you saying?
And when you're ready, what?
And when you're ready, I will make love to you. I will slip my long, fat dick into you and make you cum several times before I fill you deep with my warm cum.
OMG! I can't believe you're saying this shit! I screamed, loud enough to wake my husband.
My son put his hand to my mouth to "shush me." His strong hand overpowered my next screams, as they became muffled. While I struggled to avoid being contained, with his other arm across my chest, grabbing at my hands, he grabbed my left breast. "You fucker," I slurred.
I think he took my having been inebriated as a signal to manhandle me. I tried to get up and off the recliner when he climbed on top and pinned me. Almost as if this assault was premeditated, he made the TV volume louder. He knows my husband sleeps through anything. He held my hands together with one of his hands, and the other went up under my oversized sweatshirt. The feeling of his warm, sweaty, clammy hand found my breast and then my nipple. With all my might, I tried to buck my hips to get him off me. I think that only caused him to get excited. I felt his bulge just below my tits.
I couldn't believe he had his hand under my sweater and was palming my breast. In between humping my hips to get him off me, he pinned my arms down to my side, between the arm cushions, which left both hands free.
He brought his left hand to cover my mouth while his right went behind him and between my legs. His weight on my chest was causing me to feel lightheaded, like I was going to pass out. Pushing his hand between my legs, his hand started forcefully rubbing my crotch through my yoga pants.
I kept trying to move my legs, my nylon feet slipping off the foot of the recliner. I was now becoming discouraged, for I was falling to his efforts.
Leaning forward, his nose almost touching mine, he leaned in, and his lips touched mine. Turning my head away, he whispered, "You know you want this."
Fighting him and my urges to give in, I made a last attempt to get out from under him. His lips met mine, and his tongue entered my mouth as I tried to tell him to stop. His tongue, soft and salty, plunged in, looking for mine. An electric-like pulse shocked me as his tongue met mine; it felt very strange. I tried to move my tongue away within my mouth to avoid his touching mine.
As his tongue continued to dart into my mouth, his hand slid under my yoga pants and immediately found the wet nylon crotch between my legs. His hand slid all over the silky nylon crotch, trying to find access to my pussy. I bucked my hips and screamed into his mouth. I think that only excited him further.
Adjusting himself further, re-pinning my arms, his bulge visible through the grey sweatpants he was wearing. I felt the warmth of his hand on my stomach, just below my belly button, then it disappeared, sliding under the silky nylon waistband of my pantyhose.
Struggling to avoid his tongue finding mine, I froze as his fingers wrapped around my vagina, one by one, each finger taking turns fucking me, sometimes two at a time. In a delusional state, while the finger-fucking assault was happening, I found my tongue dancing with his.
With my eyes closed, I imagined what I could to pass the time. His fingers probed and prodded; the finger-fucking assault had brought me very close to an orgasm. He broke our kiss only to lift my sweater up over my head, where his mouth immediately found a breast and a nipple. My nipples are extremely sensitive, and any stimulation gets me extremely wet and horny.
His mouth latched onto my breast like when he breastfed. I found my hips humping his fingers. With all the movement, my yoga pants had slid further down, and one leg was out. What a sight it may have been, watching a son on top of his mother, who was spread-eagle, with his mouth on her breast and sitting on her chest with a hand under her pantyhose, finger-fucking her.
I'm not going to lie--while under the influence, having my breast played with and my pussy fingered all felt amazing. I was suffering with the fact that my son had been masturbating in my worn hosiery, had recently seen me naked, I saw him soaping his long dick in the shower, the fact that my husband's golf buddies have seen me naked and have talked about fucking me, and I came using my dildo only hours earlier today, and now this!!!
This was all too much for me to handle. I tried to close my legs as his fingers brought me to a creamy orgasm, his mouth swapping between my breasts, while kissing and licking each nipple. I felt flushed, my breasts became tender, and I was in need of a fucking--a real fucking.
Looking down at his face as he was smothered in my breasts, I whispered, "Let's go to your room." Pulling his fingers out from between my legs, his hand from beneath the pantyhose I was wearing, he released his knees on my arms and sat up.
Pulling my sweatshirt down, covering up, it fell like a short dress. I took my leg out from the yoga pants, kicking them fully off, took two large gulps of wine, and followed behind my son to his bedroom, tossing the yoga pants in the hamper along the way.
In his room, I climbed onto his bed and, with bedroom eyes, asked if he was sure he wanted this to happen. Before I knew it, he had his t-shirt off, revealing his skinny, hard chest, kicked off his flip-flops, and began pulling down his sweats. Unfortunately for him, he was so hard that he needed to pull the sweats along the front to slip over his long, thick, hard dick.
He looked at me as I stared at him, naked as the day he was born, and he said that "he's never wanted for anything more than this moment in his entire life that he could ever remember."
Starting at my feet, he kissed them, licked them, sucked my nylon toes--it felt absolutely amazing. Without needing approval, I brought my other foot to his face. The one he just worshipped, I put on his face, and the other received the identical love that he gave the other. If you've never had your feet and toes worshipped, I suggest highly you try it at least once.
I felt so desired as he made love to my feet. I slid my sweater up and over my head, leaving me now fully naked except for the sheer, silky nylon pantyhose I was wearing. I started massaging my breasts, gently pinching and pulling at my nipples; it was pure bliss.
I felt the hands of my son sliding up my nylon legs, stopping on my thighs, where he pushed my legs apart. I wasn't ready for what he did next. I felt him between my thighs, putting my legs and feet over each shoulder as he brought his face between my legs. Within an instant, he had my pantyhose pulled down, and I was now fully exposed. If he ever wanted to truly smell or taste me, this was his chance. I felt his hands explore as he licked my puffy, sticky lips; they opened as if to give their consent for whatever he wished to do.
His tongue found the opening from where he came from; he poked, pushed, twisted, and twirled his tongue in and out of it. Slipping a few fingers in, he let them explore my insides until he brought his tongue to my clit.
Immediately stopping him, I pushed his face away, lifted my ass, and pulled my pantyhose up. The look on his face was as if his favorite toy had broken. I poked my fingernails through the sheer nylon alongside the crotch, making a hole and tearing them open, exposing myself fully.
A smile came across his face. He assumed position and continued tongue-fucking me. Between his saliva and my wetness, his face was covered in juices. His fingers once again found my hole, and his tongue my clit. I knew it was any minute that I would be cumming.
With his face buried between my legs, bathing in my juices, licking my clit with pinpoint accuracy, his hands explored my silky legs.
Uhhhhhh, ahhhh, f'uckkkkk, I moaned as my nylon legs clamped tight against his head. I shook, thrashed, humped his face as I came. My hands in his hair, nails in his scalp as I fucked his face. Mommy is humping your face. YESsssssss, I cried out. Yesssssss, eat Mommy's cunt, fucking eat me.
Looking up from between my legs, his face red and glazed like a doughnut, seeking my approval, I immediately blew him a kiss and said that it was "fucking wonderful." Where did you learn to eat pussy like that? I asked, which I can't believe that I just asked my son where he learned to eat pussy.
Standing up from between my legs, his cock looked like it grew another inch or so since he dropped his sweats. Bring that fucking monster here, I said. Coming closer, he kneeled on the bed with one knee, and his cock fell on the bed in front of me.
Looking and admiring it, from its long length to the large, plum-like head, to the prominent veins, and the thickness--ohhh, the thickness--left me giddy like a schoolgirl.
I touched it, and it twitched. I grabbed it, holding it in my hand, and it jumped. When I brought the head to my lips, it glistened with pre-cum. Touching the tip with my tongue, I swirled it around, and this fucking cock lifted on its own. I grabbed and held it with one hand and then my other. Its weight, length, and girth were like nothing I've ever experienced. The soft, silky flesh glided in my palms as I opened my mouth to welcome its head. I opened my mouth as much as I could, only enough to engulf the head and take a few inches of the shaft.
Call me greedy, a bitch, one way--yes, that's me. I don't want to suck his dick; I just want to have it fuck me. Yes, it's about me. Letting his cock slip from my mouth, I asked if he was ready to "make love to me" like he said he's always wanted. Truly, I wasn't looking for him to make love to me, for that's what my husband and I do. I wanted him to fuck me!
"Fuck me," I said. I want you to fuck me, yes, fuck me like the slut your father married, fuck me like I'm your pantyhose-wearing slut. Sliding myself into the middle of the bed, I spread my legs, welcoming this fuck.
I watched in awe as my son climbed onto his bed, positioning himself between my silky, hosed nylon legs. His long, thick dick kept poking at my nylon thigh. The remnants of ripped pantyhose, wet and sticky from his eating my pussy minutes ago.
With a glistening look in his eyes, unexplainable in words, he backed up and directed the plum-like head of his long, thick dick to my neglected, cock-starving pussy. The torn pantyhose crotch framed my dark, hairy bush, just exposing enough of my open pussy, like a retro porn scene. Having an IUD in and knowing my son is sexually safe, this is going to happen without a condom.
Ever so slowly, he rubbed his cock head over the lips and opening of my wet pussy, engorged from the tongue fuck he previously gave. I felt the head of his dick at the opening of my vagina. The pressure of the head pushing its way in, wanting to penetrate, was unlike anything I've ever felt.
With a "popping" sound, the head forced itself into my tight opening. This is really going to happen, I thought to myself, possibly saying it out loud.
Playing with both breasts, his fingers gently pinched and pulled at my nipples, the sensation both sensual and erotic, which certainly helped with my needed wetness. He pushed more of his long, thick dick into me, in and out, in and out.
With great rhythm, he maintained a steady pace of gently pushing in and withdrawing. With each and every push, he fed my pussy more of his long dick. I tried my hardest to maintain a persona that he couldn't break me. I didn't want him feeling he conquered his mother and that I wasn't able to resist his fucking me.
Taking his hands off my breasts, he leaned forward, resting on my chest, bringing his lips to mine. He ever so gently entered my mouth, and our tongues met. His kisses were soft, wet, and extremely sensual. As our tongues danced, I felt both hands slide under my nylon-covered ass. Instantly, I moaned, almost biting his tongue, for he fully penetrated me. It was both pleasure and pain. All I was thankful for is that I used my rubber dildo earlier that day, which certainly helped with my pussy accepting his long, thick dick.
My pussy lips moved with each of his strokes. I watched as they clung tightly to his cock, not wanting to let it go on every stroke. His strong hands kneaded my ass as he began his assault on my poor pussy.
I don't remember a time in my life that my pussy took such a battering. His fingers moved very close to my virgin asshole, touching it at times. During such times when his fingers touched and poked, it excited the ever-loving fuck out of me. I can't believe my legs are spread, taking all of his long, thick dick, hands squeezing my ass, fingers exploring a tight, virgin rosebud.
All 9 1/2 inches of his long, thick dick bottomed out in me. His rhythm met my lifting hips. I couldn't get him deep enough; my body wanted more of him, deeper and deeper, almost like an itch needing to be scratched.
With all his weight down on me, his body moving like a piston, my legs totally spread, taking all he had to give. Having no mercy on me or my pussy, even though I gave birth to him, he relentlessly plunged into me.
He must have sensed that I was about to have an orgasm, for he poked a finger into my ass as he pounded my now very wet pussy. My legs stiffened, I felt flushed, and with one last deep stroke, my hips raised to his stroke as I exploded into a wet, thrashing orgasm. Never, ever have I had an orgasm vaginally from having sex, nor have I ever squirted, for I thought for a minute that I had peed.
As soon as I caught my breath, another wave hit. Hugging him with my silky legs, locking my nylon-encased feet, I bucked my hips to meet his thrust. I started to cum again. This time, I felt his long, thick shaft swell and, with a heartbeat, unload several long, heavy spurts of his warm cum deep into me. I'm not going to belittle his fucking nor the amount of his ejaculation, for I believe I felt it deep in my womb.
Sitting up, his long, thick dick slid from my wet, cum-filled pussy, gaped open, resembling that of an open, willing mouth. His cum-covered cock slid along my silky nylon thigh, leaving slimy streaks of our fuck juices.
Laying in a puddle of sweat, cum, and sex juices, I looked at my son with wanton eyes. I couldn't believe my own flesh and blood had just made me feel that way. Watching my son get up from between my legs, I appreciated his hard, sweaty body and his wet, floppy cock as he stood up.
Jacob leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met, and his tongue found mine. This wasn't an ordinary mom/son peck on the lips; we kissed like lovers. His kiss was so intense that I reached out, taking hold of his cock, tugging on it. His hand found my wet, sore, stretched pussy, tapping my sensitive clit and inserting a few fingers.
If I didn't break our kiss, I would've leaned over, pulled him close, and sucked his cock. Go on, I said, your father will surely be up and about soon. Making eye contact, I shared with all sincerity, "You were amazing, and I'm so very proud that we raised such a fine young man and a fantastic fucking lover. You're going to make some woman very happy one day." I think I just did, he said, looking over his shoulder.
**Buzz.**
**Caller:** I'm wishing I was on my knees at your pretty feet.
**Me:** Who is this?
**Caller:** A very secret admirer...
**Me:** Well, you know who I am. I should know who you are?
**Caller:** (PICTURE) A picture of a nice-looking cock under a pair of sheer pantyhose.
**Me:** OMG! WOW, wow, very hot, I exclaimed!
**Caller:** Send me one of you.
I can't believe this. I have cum leaking from between my legs, and now I have an anonymous suitor sexting me, wanting a picture of me. What the fuck, the slut in me said! Taking my phone, I took a selfie capturing my tits to my nylon toes.
The photo was actually pretty elegant in a hard "R" sort of way: both breasts, my tummy, a tuft of black bush, a glistening blend of torn suntan nylon, silky thighs, knees, and feet, no pink, lol.
**Caller:** FUCKING Aaaaaaaa, what I wouldn't do for a chance to be with you.
Glancing at my phone, I realized the time and hopped up to take a shower, desperately needing to wash the sex off me and out of me, for it being a weekend, my husband will expect some love.
More to cum...
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"nylons",
"milf",
"mother",
"son",
"pantyhose",
"bbc",
"cuckold",
"toys",
"legs",
"feet"
] |
Married CoWorkers Explore Together Ch. 04
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Erotic Couplings
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4th Chapter in the Series: Married Co-Workers Explore Together
Chapter 1:
Claire and Trevor leave their spouses as they depart on a work trip together. A normal circumstance, but with them being seen as a couple on multiple occasions it began to make them both ponder.
After a very successful business deal is completed well before they expected, the two went back to the hotel. Trevor said he was going to go hit the hot tub later, and after scoping out when he left, Claire followed along shortly after.
As they once again got confused as a couple, Claire this time played along and pretended to be Trevor's wife. After a bit more teasing in the hot tub, Claire sits on Trevor's lap and feels his hard cock through his swim trunks and her bikini bottoms.
She offers for him to come up to her room and he accepts. The two go up and once inside Claire's room, they fuck. Trevor fucking Claire hard and rough like she enjoys, but them also still playing up the role play of Claire being Trevor's wife.
Once finished not only was Claire satisfied, but she was excited she still had two more nights before they went home.
Chapter 2:
Claire and Trevor quickly meet before heading back to the office. At first Claire is worried Trevor wants to forget about the night before, but after talking about how much they enjoyed it, the two happily agreed to keep it up, as long as it stayed a fun role play.
Claire sucked Trevor off before they left to the office. The two finished up all the work for the afternoon and had a bit of time before they met the clients for dinner. Trevor suggested a fun activity of hitting up a sex shop and surprising the other with the purchases that night.
After shopping and hiding the items, the two ended back up in Claire's room. Claire sucking him off to start, but ended up on all fours, before flipping back to her back and getting a pussy full of cum. The two got ready and attended the work dinner. Now having just gotten back to the hotel, their night would start once they made their calls to the actual spouses.
Chapter 3:
Claire and Trevor wrap up their conversations with their spouses, and once completed Claire changes into the new outfit she bought at the sex shop earlier in the day. Trevor comes over and shows Trevor her sexy wedding lingerie outfit.
They start with Claire sucking Trevor and once ready Claire is on all fours taking his hard cock. After that first orgasm, she brings out the over the door restraints and Trevor quickly puts it up and straps her in.
After multiple intense orgasms from Claire, the pair came together as they kept up the marriage role play. The 'couple' planned to use the things Trevor bought the following night, which was the final one of the trip.
Characters:
Claire - Claire is a beautiful woman. She stands at 5'6 with beautiful brown hair down to her upper back. She has matching brown eyes with a sweet smile. While most of her work outfits did best to cover her, it was still hard to not notice the 34d boobs she carried around and the sexy plump ass and thighs she also sported with it.
Trevor - He stands at 5'11 with a solid build. He isn't skinny and definitely not fat, but has a build that showed his strong chest and arms. His shorter black hair and brown eyes went well with his warming smile and handsome look. He also has a thick eight inch cock that turned Claire into more than just his work wife.
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Even with going to bed late, and going to bed beyond exhausted, Claire woke up fully refreshed and even early for the last day of her work trip. While she didn't want it to end, she did long for being back in her own home and semi normal life. One that she still didn't know how it was going to change once Trevor and herself got back.
She hoped Trevor would keep the same mindset as they went into the fun with, as she herself still felt the same way. She loved her husband, but the sex and the naughty feelings of it all made her feel like a brand new woman.
Her body felt refreshed, and for the first time, satisfied. While she felt a bit sore, she remembered the fucking from the night before. Being strapped up and pinned against the door while he fucked her, turned out to be even hotter than she originally thought.
She got out of bed, and after a very quick conversation with her husband she was getting ready for the day. Her husband was already on his way to the office as he has an early meeting, so the quick conversation was all the time they had. She brushed her teeth and started doing her hair when she got a text from Trevor.
He said good morning and asked what time he should come over since they needed to leave by 7:30, which was about 45 minutes from then. A naughty thought came to her mind and she asked if he just woke up, which he said yes to. Her next message told him what she was thinking.
Claire asked him if he had already talked to his wife, which he said no to and she told him she already had talked to her husband. He quickly asked if she was implying what he thought, and after she sent him a picture of her topless, he said she should come over.
Within a few moments, Claire got on a shirt and sweats just to run over to Trevor's room. Underneath she wore a lace blue bra and blue thong, wondering if she should change, she ran out of time hoping they stayed clean enough to wear the rest of the day.
She knocked on the door to Trevor's room, and it instantly opened and she walked in to a huge smile on his face. He turned to her and as he closed the door said, "she is going to call in a moment, so you have to be quiet ok?" Trevor wanted to make that clear.
"100%. I don't want to make you worry, I just thought it would be some naughty fun." She said, wondering if he did want to wait till after his conversation was over.
"Oh I love the idea, just wanted to make sure we were on the same page." Trevor said and started to lean in to kiss Claire, but the phone rang at that moment.
Trevor put his finger to his lip asking for silence and walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. Claire just smiled and once he was sat and talking to his wife, she started her fun tease. She slowly took off her shirt to reveal her sexy bra, and did the same with her sweats. Taking them off and revealing the sexy blue thong that disappeared in her ass.
Claire gave Trevor a twirl as he continued to talk to his wife. Claire didn't pay much attention as it sounded like they were just catching each other up on their day to come, but she focused mostly on his face and his reactions. The smile and wide eyes told her that he was enjoying his show so she moved closer to him.
She got to him and knelt before him and placed her hand on his crotch and smiled. Claire felt his hard cock through the shorts and quickly slid them and his boxers down. His eight inch cock standing fully erect. Claire smiled and began to slowly lick up and down his cock.
While she wanted to push it more, she wanted to be true to her word, and didn't want to waste any opportunity she had later when they were totally free from work. Trevor continued to talk to his wife as Claire slowly licked his cock and at times took the head of his cock in her mouth.
The whole set up really turned Claire on, and she knew just a few moments in, that the thong she had on, was going to be too wet to make it through the day. She slowly started to finger herself as she sucked on Trevor's cock. The conversation wasn't hot, but the naughty aspect of sucking him while he talked to his wife really turned Claire on.
She wondered how she would react if she was on the phone with her husband and Trevor teased her. The current set up and her naughty thoughts were getting Claire really worked up, and after a few more minutes she was happy to hear the conversation coming to a close.
Just as Trevor was telling his wife that he loved her, Claire got up and pushed him farther back onto the bed. She took off her bra and thong quickly and as Trevor was hanging up with his wife, she straddled herself over him, lined up his cock with her wet pussy, and slide down on it.
Trevor ended the call and looked at Claire. "Fuck you're so wet." He said as he started to thrust up, matching Claire's movements.
"I can't help it, your cock just gets me so horny honey." Claire teased as she continued to ride him.
"Good, because your body does the same for me." Trevor said as they fucked.
"Ohhhhh." Claire moaned and said, "is that why you were hard so quickly? Not because of talking to your wife?" Claire teased.
Trevor smiled at her and placed one hand on her ass and another on her boob. "Oh I was hard because of how sexy my wife's body is in blue." Trevor said.
Claire smiled as she continued to slide up and down on Trevor's cock and teased some more. "Does she wear blue for you too?"
"It's not the color, it's what's behind it. And damn babe you fill out your bra and panties better than anyone." Trevor said and kissed her deeply.
Claire loved the compliment and felt so sexy having someone see that. She rarely got those comments at home, and even at work or outside of it she felt as she got older, the lustful eyes became less and less.
The fucking was amazing for Claire. It wasn't purely hard and rough like some of the other fuckings, but his huge cock was stretching her good and a nice pace and it felt amazing. Sadly though she knew she only had a short time this morning, so she looked at him and said.
"Come on stud, fuck me like a whore rough and quick because we are running out of time. Fuck your naughty wife like a good....." Claire said but was interrupted by a deep passionate kiss from Trevor and him gripping her hips tight and taking over the pace.
Trevor thrusted up and down, pulling Claire down on his cock each time. Within a few hard thrusts like that, Claire started to grip into his arms, as an orgasm came over her. The two kept kissing, all while Claire soaked both of them with her juices. The sound of the juices making the slapping of their bodies sound even naughtier.
A few moments later, Claire felt Trevor give her one good last thrust and pull down on his cock, and she felt his cock twitch and multiple ropes of cum erupt into her pussy. The kiss continued for another moment before Claire pulled back with a huge smile and said, "perfect way to start the day with my husband."
Trevor smiled and agreed. Since the fun lasted a bit longer than expected, Claire had to rush back to her room to get ready. Before leaving though, Trevor asked her if she wanted to wear a pair of the panties he got her. She agreed as her thong was already to soaked for the day, and the black lace pair looked cute and went ok with her blue bra which was still usable.
Barely on time, the two pulled out of the parking lot. Neither worried about the timing, just both enjoying the wonderful start to the morning they had. Once at the office, the day went smooth as everything was already agreed upon, and only the signatures were the last things needed.
With the amount of signatures, even being digital, and the 5 people who needed to sign each part, it took well over 4 hours to complete. It wasn't until 12:45pm, that Claire and Trevor were shaking the hands of the other business representatives and getting ready to finally head out the door.
Just as they pulled out of the parking lot, Trevor said. "Damn I wish they were all this cut and dry. No pointless arguments just an even agreement." He said with a happy tone.
"Well not all dry." Claire teased and as Trevor looked at her she gave him a playful wink.
"You do tend to get very wet." Trevor teased back.
Claire blushed before saying, "honestly I don't usually get this wet. I have gone through so many panties this week already." She said laughing as she admitted that.
Trevor smiled a naughty grin at her. "Seems I was right to buy you some new panties." He said with a laugh. He did his best to keep his eyes on the road, but it was hard with the stunning Claire next to him.
"Very right." Claire said and took his right hand and placed it on her thigh below her skirt. The skirt went down to her mid thigh so it wasn't eye catching or slutty, but with her plump ass it did look amazing when she walked.
She slowly moved his hand closer to her pussy, and wet panties. Once she reached her panties she slid his fingers across them and rubbed her wet pussy lips through the panties. "Mhmmmm." Claire moaned at the touch.
"Fuck, you are amazing." Trevor said with a smile as he continued to try to stay focused on driving.
"And what makes me amazing?" Claire teased.
"Well you're beautiful and sexy to start with. You're fucking brilliant when it comes to work and these negotiations." Trevor said.
Claire blushed again as she enjoyed the continued compliments and asked. "Is that all?"
"Oh and you're easily the best fuck I have ever had." Trevor said with a smile and it continued as he saw how happy that made Claire.
"Best huh? Even better than what you get at home?" Claire teased.
"So much better." Trevor quickly answered. "You are built to fuck. A sexy full figured beauty who likes it rough. Fuck your a damn dream come true. Huge boobs and a sexy plump ass too." He said.
Claire was really enjoying the compliments and only made her hornier for Trevor.
"When we get back, my room or yours?" Claire asked as the horniness took over.
Trevor smiled at her and said, "well I still have some items for tonight."
Claire smiled as she forgot momentarily but loved the idea of more fun items. "What did you get?" She asked.
"Well sort of like you. There is an outfit for you, along with the panties you already know about, and an item to add pleasure to our evening." Trevor teased.
Claire smiled and asked, "well which one would you want to try first? The other one can be after we make our last calls of the night if that works?"
The drive was almost over, but Trevor didn't need that long to think. He knew the bed restraints he had would be better for later that night, as he figured just like last night, Claire would be exhausted afterwards. The naughty school girl outfit really turned him on, but he was a bit worried as he knew it wouldn't live up to the previous evenings wedding lingerie.
"Ok outfit first, and after the calls we bring in the fun item." Trevor teased.
"Perfect, so do I change in your room or mine?" She asked.
As they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, the plan came out to be that Claire would grab the outfit from Trevor and changed in her room and come over once ready. Up until Claire got back to her room, she didn't know what the outfit was until she took it out of the bag. She smiled as she saw it and loved how naughty it was.
The skirt didn't even cover her ass and the top barely covered up a fourth of her boobs when she tied it on. Since it is so small and tight, the white shirt went without a bra underneath, and the plaid skirt had no panties on underneath. She put her hair in pig tails like the girl on the cover of the packaging and looked at herself.
Claire smiled at herself in the mirror and grabbed her key card and quickly exited the room. Luckily no one was in the hall for the few moments it took her to get into Trevor's room, as they would have seen a very sexy site, one Claire was doing all for Trevor.
Once inside Claire smiled wide as she saw how happy the outfit made Trevor. "So I had to make a bit of adjustments and just use the shirt and skirt. The socks were just to small and the panties seemed like a waste of the view." Claire said with a giggle.
"It looks better than I could have imagined." Trevor said as he eyed Claire up and down. She started to turn a bit and he saw her plump ass falling out of the skirt.
"Great, does that mean my loving husband wants to teach his naughty school girl wife a lesson?" Claire asked teasingly and walked over to the bed and got on top of it on all fours, her ass sticking out, showing her already wet pussy.
Trevor just smiled as he quickly removed his shirt and pants, his cock already rock hard and ready to take Claire. Claire turned her head and smiled as she waited for Trevor and his touch. She moaned lightly when she felt his hands touch her exposed ass. A moment later she felt them I've and a hard slap right after.
"Yes!" Claire moaned, and Trevor repeating the movement to her other ass cheek. "More, please more." Claire begged, and Trevor did so, spanking her harder and harder as he swapped between cheeks.
Claire turned again and the two made eye contact, and Trevor seemed to understand with her big lustful eyes that she wanted to be fucked. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with her wet pussy and started to slide in his eight inch cock.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!" Claire moaned as he began to stretch her pussy again. "Yes honey, yes. Fuck me, fuck your wife." Claire begged and he continued to slide into her.
"This outfit is so sexy and perfect, Claire." Trevor said as he gripped her hips and began to really pound her.
"Mhmmmmm yes, oh yes it is." Claire moaned as she was really enjoying the fucking. "Better than last nights?" She asked as a bit of curiosity sank in.
"That one is by far the best, but this one is a whole lot of fun too." Trevor said as he pounded away.
The fucking really was making Claire distracted from the conversation, but she wanted to know why it was so good for Trevor as she wanted to do more of that going forward. "What makes it fun." She asked.
He didn't answer with words, but Claire got the answer clearly. Trevor grabbed each of her pig tails and gripped them tight, and swiftly picked up his pace and roughness in fucking her.
The intense pleasure and mixture of a bit of pain from her hair pulling and hard fucking took Claire to a whole different level. She could only moan as she couldn't even get a word out between the breathing and moans of pleasure.
With Trevor in full control of her top and bottom, Claire felt like a real life fuck toy. Trevor continued to fuck her hard while he pulled at her hair, nothing being said as they fucked just moans and light grunts. The sound of the fucking was loud enough that nothing needed to be said.
The pleasure intensified as it continued, Claire cumming twice during this intense hair pulling fucking and as she felt her third rising Trevor finally spoke. Her skirt was still on, but her top had been untied and taken off so give her a little freedom, she was ok with it, but it made her realize how hot it was each time he had her restricted.
"Yes cum for me again my slutty school girl wife. Cum for me a third time." Trevor told her.
Claire was surprised he knew how many times as she didn't announce them, but she also knew she probably squeezed him right through those orgasms as her pussy was still adjusting to how huge Trevor is. She still couldn't respond with words, she just arched her back more to take it even better.
It was just a few moments later when both of them came within moments of each other. Claire came first, her pussy clenching down on Trevor's cock for the third time was too much for him as well as he quickly erupted inside Claire for the second time that day.
Trevor let go of Claire's pig tails and she collapsed onto the bed exhausted. He laid himself next to her but on his back and turned his head to look at her. "You ok?" He asked with a chuckle.
Claire turned her head to look at him and smiled. "Way better than ok." She said with a laugh of her own.
"Good, I really enjoyed it too." He said.
Claire laughed. "You enjoy a movie. That that was a fucking lifetime moment." She added with another laugh.
Trevor also laughed as he saw the energy start to come back to Claire. "Well we are husband and wife so we can have a lot more." Trevor teased.
"Amazing answer." Claire said with a smile and pushed herself up and kissed Trevor. The kiss lasted a few moments before she pulled off and both of them sat up. Trevor fully naked and Claire with only the skirt on, but it was now pushed up and just covered her stomach and lower back.
Trevor saw his phone light up and checked it. He turned to Claire after and said, "so it's 3pm. What should we do?"
"Me." Claire said with a laugh. "I'm just joking, I need a bit or recovery time. Um I guess we can call the spouses around 6, and I would like to get some food as someone keeps sapping all my energy." She teased.
Trevor smiled and replied, "sounds like a good plan. We can send out the final emails to the boss and figure out dinner." Trevor said.
The two kissed for a moment before Claire got on the sexy outfit again, as that is what she wore over and she needed to go back to her room for the work stuff. The two didn't need much time to finish that all up, as both were able to clean up and send out some emails before meeting in the hall at 4pm to head to an early dinner.
Both were starved as they didn't eat lunch, and had already had two great fucking sessions. Dinner was quick and easy, as they went to a smaller restaurant and since it was early it was pretty empty.
The two took advantage of that and teased each other with their naughty marriage role play throughout dinner. Both of them enjoying it, but also getting them even hornier for that evening.
They got back to the hotel and still had an hour before calling their spouses, so Trevor suggested the hot tub and pool again. Claire teased him that he only wanted an excuse to see her in a bikini, which he said yes and the two even talked about getting her new ones, which excited them both.
The pair went down to the hot tub, and continued their flirting and playful role play, as most of the time in the hot tub the two were outright making out and playing with each other under the water.
Around 5:45pm, Claire had to stop Trevor as his fingers had already given her one orgasm in the hot tub, and if he kept going they were going to make their calls. Since it was their last thing to do before fully being alone they decided to play smart and towel off and head back to the rooms.
Claire hurried into her room after the two kissed and said they would text when their conversation was over. Once in her room, Claire took a quick shower and planned on just explaining to her husband that she was just showering and done for the night as she was exhausted from all the work.
She lucked out as when the call did start he didn't seem to even worry or be bothered by that answer. The couple caught up on each other's day, Claire telling her husband that the deal was a lot harder than it actually was, and him telling her about his day, and upcoming work things.
Claire got a naughty idea when her husband said in two weeks he would have to go away for just an evening, made Claire wonder is she could convince Trevor to work 'overtime' that night.
She wondered what the dynamic and opportunities would be like once they got back home, but more pressing on her mind was wondering what Trevor got as his item at the sex shop. She remembered all the options they had and wondered what would turn him on. Claire smiled knowing that he probably wanted to try a lot as his wife was a lot skinny and smaller than Claire, meaning he couldn't get as rough as he can with her.
Claire remembered him spanking her and for a moment panicked wondering if it was something to do with anal. She quickly caught herself as she didn't want her husband to know she was mentally distracted. She figured he would want to one day, but she wondered if she could handle that, especially before she had to sit on a plane the next morning.
As the conversation with her husband began to end, her mind had moved to items like cuffs, nipple clamps, and leg spreaders, all of which turned her on as she thought about them. She told her husband she loved him as they got off the call and was surprised that she already had a message from Trevor saying he was off the phone.
Claire worried for a moment as she saw the time and then when he sent it and it was ten minutes ago. She didn't even notice her conversation with her husband went on for 25 minutes as she was mentally distracted during it.
She quickly texted back that she just needed to get dressed and head over. She quickly threw on a bra and another one of the new panties her got her. This one is a pink see through thong, which went well with her red bra she wore. Finding something to put over it was her problem as nothing seemed to fit.
Claire got an idea and quickly texted Trevor and told him to open the door. He responded saying he did and she sprinted from her door to his only in the bra and thong, closing the door quickly behind her.
"Fucking hell, so damn sexy." Trevor said instantly as the door shut.
Claire smiled and leaned to him and kissed him. His hands moving straight to her exposed ass and squeezing them as they kissed. She pulled away after a moment and finally noticed what was now set up on the bed. Claire smiled wide as she saw bed restraints already set up on the bed.
"Oh my." Claire said.
"Too much?" Trevor asked.
"Fuck no," Claire quickly responded. "It's to fucking hot when you don't allow me to move." She admitted.
"Great, now how about we break it in?" He asked.
Claire quickly jumped on the bed and stretched herself out of the post. After a few minutes and a few detours of Trevor teasing Claire, she was fully restrained. Her arms stretched out and same with her legs.
Once he was done Trevor looked at Claire and said, "best wife ever."
"Damn right you stud, now come fuck your wife's pussy. Cum deep inside me honey. Fuck me hard and rough, make me yours honey." Claire begged as she stared as Trevor.
He took off his shirt and shorts again and slide on top of the bed and above Claire. "You want to be mine baby?" He asked her.
"Oh yes honey. I want to be all yours. Fuck me, pound me, makes us both cum." She begged.
"You love when I cum in you don't you?" He asked as he began to slowly slide his cock up and down Claire's pussy lips.
"Yes, yes, I love it. Fuck me and do it. Fuck you sexy wife." Claire continued to beg.
Trevor decided to tease more and before he responded he playfully bit both her nipples making Claire moan. "You love being my wife don't you?" Trevor asked.
"Fuck yes!!" Claire moaned as he continued to tease her pussy lips with his cock. "Please fuck me baby, I'll do anything." She begged.
"Anything?" He said.
"Yes fucking anything, just give me that cock. Give your wife that cock!" She yelled.
"When you try to have kids in a few months I don't want this to stop, but I also don't want to use condoms." He said commandingly.
Claire had already wondered how that would go down but now that she was pushed to answer all she cared about was continuing to get fucked by Trevor.
"Fine we don't have to stop, you can always pull out or finish on me." Claire said eagerly wanting his cock.
"Oh do you not want me to explode deep in your pussy still." Trevor asked and slowly slipped his cock in and quickly took it out.
"Oh fuck I need it Trevor. Please, please fuck your wife." She begged.
"Then tell me how we solve this." Trevor said and slipped in again and out.
Claire couldn't contain it anymore and agreed to what she knew would get that cock inside her. "Fuck, cum in me. Yes, just cum deep inside me. Knock me up, make me your slutty secret baby mama, just please fuck me." She begged again.
Trevor smiled as he heard what he was looking for. He grabbed Claire's hips and in one motion slide all the way into her to a load moan from Claire.
"Good answer Mrs. Walsh. I would hate to not be able to fuck you and enjoy your big boobs and plump ass." Trevor said as he pounded hard into Claire, not wasting anytime just going straight to rough pounding.
Like earlier Claire was overtaken with it all and unable to speak, and like earlier she quickly had two orgasms while tied up and fucked like a whore.
Claire was able to come out of it and as she looked at Trevor who was pounding way at her pussy she said, "yes baby, I need you to cum in me. Knock me up my stud of a husband." She begged, something she never thought she would beg, but it really turned her on.
"You would love that wouldn't you?" Trevor asked.
"Ohhh fuck. If it means you have to keep in touch and I get to fuck you for years to come, fuck yes." Claire said.
"Really?" Trevor asked as he pounded away.
"Ohhhhhh, yes yes!" Claire moaned. "No money just cock, that's all I need baby." She continued to moan.
"You really are the best wife ever." Trevor said with a laugh and instantly felt her pussy clench up for another orgasm.
"Fucccckkkkkk!" Claire moaned through her orgasm.
Trevor didn't stop though and just as Claire was coming back down from her own intense orgasm, he tensed up and came again deep inside her.
"Yes baby, cum deep inside your wife." Claire said as she felt the ropes of cum inside her exploding.
Trevor slowly pulled out and untied Claire, as both admitted they were very exhausted from all the sex. It took about 15 minutes for them to start moving around again, and since Claire decided to come over in a bra and thong, they both agreed she should just stay the night.
The pair slept together, fucking one more time with Claire bent over and even telling Trevor that next time they can explore anal play, which really excited him as he came quicker than normal. Before taking off the next morning, Claire sucked Trevor off once more and they played the couple role until the airport where they decided it was smart to play normal at that point.
The flight was easy and when they both got home, they were exhausted, but happy to know that within the bottom drawer of Trevor's work cabinet is a locked door with a fun bag of items they planned to update each trip going forward.
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[
"husband",
"cheating",
"wife",
"hotel",
"co worker",
"lingerie",
"role play"
] |
Clara's Descent Pt. 01
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/claras-descent-pt-01
| 4.41 | null |
Mind Control
|
Chapter 1
I was sitting on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed, vacant, staring at a corner of the wall. The wallpaper in our bedroom, once cheerful and warm, was now nothing more than a faded backdrop, a forgotten husk from the past. I had been married to Jeremy for fifteen years, and the spark that had once danced in my eyes was now nothing more than a blurry memory, dissolved in routine.
Each morning, I watched the day break not with the hope of a new light, but the way one watches the countdown needle begin its fall. A dull wait, a suspended time until night came, and I could return to bed and dissolve into it, far from the dullness of our daily life. His snoring, deep and steady, filled the room like a background rumble I no longer paid attention to--it had become the deaf metronome of my resignation.
I had loved him, though. Yes, I think so. But he had never really made me feel alive. When I was younger, I found him funny, open-minded, sharp, slightly melancholic. Today, all I saw was what time had revealed in him: a dull man, withdrawn, narrow-minded, and self-satisfied. A stockbroker in a large bank, he made good money, and with a kind but persistent insistence, he had convinced me to give up my job as a youth counselor to dedicate myself entirely to him--his needs, his schedule, his silences. That's what he truly cared about in the end: himself.
I could have said no. I could have kept my job, my coworkers, my days filled with children and noise, my independence. But I never knew how to say no. I gave in, docile. I slipped into this life without conflict, without momentum. And the more the years passed, the more leaving felt out of reach. No job, no money, an increasing disconnection from the world. So I kept going. I preferred submission to the vertigo of the unknown. I chose the safety of the masquerade.
I cooked his meals. Folded his laundry. Sorted his papers. I was his maid, his secretary, his silent, available presence. I erased my desires to better serve his.
When Jeremy stirred in bed, my heart jumped. I had no desire to speak to him, to enter that daily theatre whose every line I knew by heart. He groaned, rubbed his eyes, sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me. I gave him a smile--mechanical, forced, fragile. Sometimes that was enough to soothe him, to make him believe everything was fine. Sometimes.
In truth, I hadn't felt fine in a long time. My unhappiness, hushed and repressed, had grown heavier over the months, to the point I feared collapse. As he got dressed, I took a long, slow breath and waited. Waited for the minutes to pass, for the door to slam, for the sound of his car to fade into the distance. Then, a small relief. Tiny, fleeting, but real. The silence of the house, at last.
It was in that silence that I breathed again. My territory. My retreat. My secrecy.
As soon as I was alone, I took out my cigarettes. I had started smoking six months earlier, in secret, of course. Jeremy hated it--he hated everything he couldn't control. One evening, I'd come across videos of women smoking. They seemed beautiful to me, free, powerful in their defiance. I wanted to be like them. I bought a pack of light blondes and tried. Very quickly, I grew to like it. Nicotine calmed me. It soothed me. It gave me confidence. I smoked like one caresses oneself in the dark: hidden from view, with a mute, guilty pleasure.
I was getting addicted, I knew it. And I didn't care. I liked the idea of being a bad girl--a rebellious brat--and the addiction came with it. It suited me.
To get by, I stashed vapes all over the house. When I couldn't take it anymore, when he lingered on weekends, when he drained me or I felt I was suffocating, I found an excuse: an urgent need, a dish to check on, a task to finish. I fled to the bathroom, the kitchen, anywhere, to get my fix. But the vapes didn't give me the raw pleasure of cigarettes. Too clean, too convenient. I preferred the acrid smell, the burn, the ritual.
And then there was the alcohol. My unavoidable companion on joyless mornings.
As soon as the first cigarette was lit, I poured myself a drink. Vodka and Coke. It was barely nine a.m., but I'd gotten used to it. Alcohol helped me forget. To silence the loneliness, the regrets, the emptiness. It loosened me, relaxed me, numbed me. It had become my confidant, my refuge, my silent lover. I had a bottle hidden in the laundry room--Jeremy never went there.
I had started drinking a year earlier. Timidly at first. Then regularly. Three to four bottles a week. It was a lot. And weekends were the hardest, obviously. Jeremy around, always on my back. So I made discreet trips to the laundry room. A sip. Another. To calm the craving, the anxiety, the anger. I was careful not to arouse suspicion, to remain functional, smooth.
But he never asked questions. He didn't see anything. Or didn't want to see. He only cared about himself.
To be fair, I had become an expert at hiding things. I lied to him about everything. The smoking, the drinking, the sex. I faked orgasms, fake smiles, fake life. I let him believe I was fulfilled, content, in my rightful place. My whole life had become a masquerade--a cardboard set I'd gotten lost inside.
Chapter 2
I had gotten used to living on the Internet, as soon as Jeremy left the house. It had become my refuge. My inhibitions dissolved in the morning haze of alcohol, and behind the screen, I no longer had to face the flat pain of my real life. Social networks, forums, chat rooms--they had become my antechambers of freedom, my virtual sanctuaries where I could reinvent myself--a woman invisible, with a thousand faces.
I had created several profiles, on platforms that talked about sex, submission, surrender. I alternated between anonymous conversations and pornographic videos where women--always beautiful, always docile--offered themselves to domination. Drunk, I let myself drift from one chat to another, speaking of my fantasies with no filter, sometimes slipping into private sessions where, naked in front of my webcam, I surrendered to a stranger's will. My vibrator between my thighs, his voice in the background. He guided, I obeyed.
Most of the time, I made sure not to show my face. I hid behind the anonymity of the screen, keeping that final line of defense intact. But it had happened--too drunk, too high on the moment--that I forgot that caution. That I lifted the barrier. That I showed myself, face taut with pleasure, eyes shining with alcohol and loneliness. I just hoped no one would ever recognize me in real life.
That morning, already pretty far gone despite the hour--it wasn't even ten yet--I was approached by a man named Alex. He said he was in his forties. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he had something about him--the graying temples, a masculine presence, a calmness that stood out against the usual vulgarity of the chats.
"What are you looking for here, baby?"
I was drunk. Normally, I would've answered vaguely. But this time, with no restraint, I gave it to him straight, raw:
"A real man. Dominant. Who'll do whatever he wants to me. Who'll take me deep, who'll make me beg to be fucked."
He replied without hesitation:
"I like you, baby."
I smiled.
"You like me--that's enough of a reason for me to like you back."
"Where are you from?"
"France."
"Yeah, but where exactly?"
Normally, I never revealed my location. An unspoken rule. A basic precaution. But this time, caught in the thrill, I answered without thinking:
"Nîmes."
He replied immediately:
"I like you even more. I live ten kilometers from Nîmes."
A flicker of worry ran through me. I had crossed a line. Half a second of panic. And then it was gone--swept away by excitement. By alcohol. By that strange vertigo taking over me.
We kept talking. He had that firm, direct tone--authoritative without ever raising his voice. I was hooked.
Then he said:
"Baby, go private. I want to play with you."
It wasn't a request. It was an order. And that's exactly what made me obey without a second thought.
In private, he kept taking control. Told me to undress. To grab my vibrator. He kept commenting--calling me "beautiful," "exquisite," saying he was going to fuck me. I drank. I smoked. I was soaking. I responded eagerly, like a well-trained actress.
Then he asked the question.
"Where exactly do you live, beautiful? Give me your address. I want to come fuck you."
I should've cut it off. Ended the conversation. That's what I would've done with anyone else. But not with him. He had something. And I was in a state of absolute arousal. So I gave him my address. And my number. Without thinking.
He replied immediately:
"Give me thirty minutes. I'll be there."
When the session ended, a wave of panic washed over me. What had I done? This was insane. I had never cheated on my husband outside the virtual world. And now, I was opening the door to a perfect stranger, met in a puddle of digital drunkenness. I was thirty-five years old. I wasn't some clueless teenager.
But there was another voice, deeper, darker. The voice of desire. Of the forbidden. The one burning between my thighs. I was soaked. I wanted him to come. To take me. To pull me out of myself.
So I drank more. I had already downed more than half a bottle of vodka. The intoxication made me fearless.
A text.
"My GPS says I'm outside your place."
I replied:
"OK."
"Go to the window, see if you spot a gray BMW."
I opened the window. A gray BMW parked in front of the house. I raised my hand, a quick gesture. He responded.
"OK, I saw you. Unlock the door. Get undressed. Lie naked on your bed. I'm coming, princess."
|
[
"dominant",
"drugs",
"alcohol",
"corruption",
"prostitution",
"drugs alcohol",
"adultery"
] |
Abby's Story Pt. 03: Morning
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/abbys-story-pt-03-morning
| 4.25 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Abby woke up and it was still dark. She had no way to know the time, but guessed it was only a bit before first light.
"I hope Ma and Pa didn't notice me missing. If I don't get back before they wake up, they sure as hell will"
, Abby thought to herself.
But she was in the dark with Tomas's arm draped over her and his slow warm breath on her neck. It made her break out in goose flesh. His hand was on her tummy and she found it difficult to move. He wasn't holding her hard, he was just heavy. Abby tried shifting, rolling slightly back and then forward to try and dislodge his hand and arm. This had an unforeseen consequences. This caused him to roll toward her pressing more of his weight instead of less.
It also caused his hard cock to slide up between her ass cheeks.
Abby gasped. He was asleep but fully erect. She slipped a hand behind her and felt it. It had been inside her but this is the first time she had actually inspected his organ. She was surprised how it felt not just hard, but the skin was pliable and velvety. The skin around the head slid back and the top of the head felt ridged by some kind of lip. As she manually inspected Tomas's cock her own body responded. Her cunt became hot and wet and her nipples stiffened. She slipped her other hand down her body, brushing over a nipple and making herself moan. She moved over Tomas's hand and felt between her thighs. That now familiar heat spread out from her tummy as she became aroused.
Tomas remained asleep. Despite this, Abby knew she needed his fantastic cock inside her one more time. She was wet and excited, partly because she felt a thrill at instigating this time.
"Can you do this?"
she thought. Yes. She thought she could.
She thought about last night, how he'd mounted her by making her arch back onto him. She though if she could get his cock aimed between her thighs it might work the same way. She wiggled her butt away from him while keeping hold of his member until it was pointed at her instead of wedged between them. She arched her back and tried to line up the tip with her entrance. But he was so broad and she so slim the angle was not right. He kept sliding off the one side. One attempt he moaned but still did not wake up. Determined Abby thought about last night and remembered when Tomas went to take her from behind he made her part her legs, to make room. She couldn't part both of them in this position, but she could lift the right one.
That did the trick. Her sex opened slightly as she lifted her right thigh and pressed back. His cockhead popped in. Abby gasped and smiled, a perverse sense of accomplishment making her bolder. She hooked her leg over Tomas's legs and used that and his weight as leverage to push back, taking more of him into her. Because of the angle it was not quite as deep as the night before, but she felt so good to once again be filled with his flesh. She began rocking back and forth making the day bed creak with the rhythm. This made his cock slide a little in and out, a delicious slight friction that had her panting with both pleasure and effort.
"Huh? What?" Tomas asked blearily.
"Do you feel that? Tell me what you feel. Say it" Abby felt absolutely sinful feeding him back his words from the night before.
Tomas chuckled. "Fair enough. I feel a randy bitch fucking her little cunt onto my cock."
Bitch
. That word sizzled through Abby.
"Yes. You bred this bitch and now she's sniffing around for more."
The dark surrounded them, so they could only feel and hear. She bucked against him, her ass slapping lightly. His hand moved up from her stomach and latched on to a tit. Her nipple felt incredibly hard and tender as he rolled it around. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. His other arm snaked under her and grabbed her throat, squeezing lightly. He made her turn her head so he could kiss her. They attacked each other's mouths hungrily, tongues entwined. They grew sweaty under the quilt.
"I need to take control, kitten. Let me fuck you", Tomas pleaded.
"Not just yet, like this, let me do it like this a bit more."
Abby arched back against him and leaned forward making his hand on her breast and throat close down tighter. At this angle she could slide back and forth on his cock faster and longer. Also, the hand at her throat made her gasp harder for air which turned her on even more. And to think a few hours ago she was afraid Tomas would hurt her. Now she liked a little danger, thrilled at a twinge of pain.
What a difference a night made.
Tomas seemed to notice how hard he was holding Abby and loosened his grip. "No. It's good. Harder." A bit surprised he resumed the grip on her breast and throat which caused her to moan and bear down on his cock forcefully. She gushed fluid around him and squealed.
This orgasm was different than those the night before. It was sudden, but not an uncontrolled storm. Nor was she washed away by a breaking dam. Instead Abby felt entirely in control. She held him deep in her and bore down with everything inside as fiery waves exploded from the center of her sex. It was hot, beautiful, and gave her a sense of personal power she had never known. She gasped, shivered, and then let out a low guttural moan.
"Well all right, kitten. My turn."
Still holding Abby by her throat and breast Tomas pulled her onto him as his hips bucked forward. He'd then pull back and do it again, over and over. Abby was floating. She felt like the only woman alive, put on earth to fuck and breed and cum. After a few minutes he pulled her hard, hard enough to take her breath away for a moment, and his cock began bucking inside her filling her with hot seed. He collapsed onto her and she back onto him and they both panted.
They were that way for a bit before Abby realized they could see. A band of gray light was creeping in under the cab curtains. Not full morning, but enough false dawn that some folks who camped here overnight might be stirring.
"I got to go", Abby said while pushing at Tomas's arm.
"I suppose you do." Tomas reached up and flicked the dome light.
Abby felt his soft cock slide from her as she scooted away. She sat up and stretched. She grabbed her clothes and started to get dressed. Panties then bra. Blouse then skirt. When she finished she realized Tomas was watching her intently.
"I got something on my face?" Abby asked, playing coy.
"Nah. Just I meant it when I said you were gorgeous." He sat up and gently kissed her shoulder.
Abby pulled away. "Nuh-uh. We ain't get time to finish what that starts. I got to go before you end up in trouble with my Pa."
Tomas laid back with a defeated sigh. He waved toward the side door. Abby moved to it, opened it as quietly as possible, and slipped out. She turned, blew Tomas a kiss, and shut the door just as quietly.
She suddenly felt intensely naughty. Any other day she'd huddle up meekly and try to blend in with the wallpaper, curse herself a bit for her shameful thoughts. But today she liked feeling naughty. It made her cheeks and tummy burn. As she walked back toward the reunion grounds something wet seeped out of her and into her panties making those naughty feelings redouble. She felt downright lecherous. She wanted to giggle and laugh. She wanted to run naked through the dewy sweetgrass, roll around in it howling like a heathen. But more than anything she wanted that big thick cock.
She reached the yard. Tents were set up as many of the reunion goers had opted to camp overnight, Abby's family among them. Some would be sleeping off hangovers, but not her Ma and Pa. They forbade alcohol at home and never drank when out. Grandpa had been a mean drunk and Pa refused to follow in that family tradition. Abby needed to avoid her parents until she could figure out a cover story.
She was mulling over what that story might be when she nearly ran face to face with her older sister Ruth. Ruth was like Abby, slender, with the same shade of sandy brown hair. Ruth however was a little taller, with shapely legs, and wore her hair long and straight. Ruth was walking with a toiletry bag in hand and had popped out between tents on the way to the big house. She and Abby stopped and stared at each other.
"Hi! Uh, I mean, Ruthie-", Abby babbled.
Ruth stepped up close and hissed. "Abby, you look like a mess. A
fucking
mess." The emphasis was not lost on Abby, who looked around nervously. "Ma and Pa aren't up yet. Take this", Ruth shoved the bag into Abby's hands. "Get into the house and find a washroom. Avoid talking to folk. Find me after you get cleaned up."
Abby turned toward the house, a big three-story ranch that had been in that family branch a couple generations. She walked around to a side door and let herself in. She was alone and in a hallway just off the kitchen. Across the hall a little ways down was a bathroom. She ducked into it unseen and locked the door behind her. She dropped the toiletry bag on the sink and looked around.
She was in luck, the bathroom had a sink, toilet, and shower stall. Everything was polished granite and shiny brass fixtures. This was the rich branch of the family, to be sure.
Abby opened the pouch and took out shampoo, hair brush, perfume, toothpaste, and a toothbrush. Not hers, but Ruth wouldn't mind. Abby caught her reflection in the mirror, she was a mess. Her sweaty hair had dried in a bird's nest. Some drool had crusted on the side of her lips. Her clothes were askew, she had dressed too hurriedly.
Abby had to get to work.
First up, the toilet. She had to pee, but also she had to try to get some of that sliminess out of her. Couldn't have that leaking through the whole ride back to Iowa. She knew she was going to be taking a shower so instead of hoisting her skirt she let it fall to the floor. She pulled off her panties and put them on the sink. Those were on deck next. She sat down on the cold toilet seat and made water. After the last of it tinkled into the bowl she bore down, trying to flew the muscles inside of her. It took an effort but she was rewarded with the sound of one, two, three plops in the toilet bowl. She wiped herself with a square of tissue and stood up. She looked. In the yellow water were milky blobs streaked with pink. Evidence of her taken virginity.
She then worked on her panties, using another square of tissue to dab the goo from the crotch. When she was done added the tissue to the toilet bowl and flushed.
Next was the shower. It had a high mounted, high pressure shower head. It was heavenly. At home their boiler was old so the shower just sort of ran over you and was rarely more than warm. This shower pounded her skin with hot jets that seemed to massage any tension away. It helped Abby to relax which also helped with the soreness down below. After she got completely clean, and relaxed, she stepped out and toweled off.
Abby looked at herself in the mirror. She had a bite mark on her right breast. It didn't break the skin but it showed in angry pink and red marks. Her nipples were darker than their normal pink and more sensitive. She had finger pad shaped bruises on her right shoulder and left hip. All of these would be covered by her blouse and skirt. She'd just have to be careful the blouse did not slip. When she got back home she could wear tighter button-up shirts that guaranteed coverage. She got lucky, no marks on her throat. Double checking, she found no other telltale signs.
She brushed her teeth and combed her hair. Abby never wore it long so it was easy to manage. She got dressed and looked at herself from both profiles. She looked fresh, young, and pretty. What she did not look like was a girl who spent last night fucking her cousin in his van. She misted perfume around both sides of her neck. Thinking about it she lifted her skirt and put a puff up there as well. Better safe than sorry.
She packed up the toiletry bag and went back outside. Fortunately Ruth was waiting at the side door. She snatched the bag from Abby and started talking.
"We can talk about whatever you were doing last night later. Right now you need a story to tell Ma and Pa."
Abby nodded.
"Last night I set up the pup tent for myself because I assumed nobody else would fight me for it. It's also a ways from Ma and Pa's tent because I set it up early. You following, Abby?"
"Yes, Ruthie, got it."
"However, last night you did a stupid thing and tried a beer." Abby tried to say something but Ruth silenced her with a raised finger. "I saw you drinking last night. I know Pa will be pissed with you drinking, but the good part is it made you feel ill and you crawled into the pup tent to sleep off the mistake."
Abby nodded. The pup tent was made for one, but could sleep two in a pinch, especially when both of them were skinny like Abby and Ruth.
"Got it. Beer. Sick. Pup tent."
"And any tension is because you stole my toiletry bag because you couldn't find yours and used my tooth brush."
"That last bit is is true", Abby quipped.
Ruth rolled her eyes. "Talk to you more about it later."
Abby stepped up and gave Ruth a big hug. She and Abby were the willowy gals of the family, taking after Ma's side, and, despite a five-year age gap, were close.
"Thanks, Ruthie, I mean it."
"Yeah, yeah, get off me, I got to shower while I can."
Ruth walked past Abby and entered the house. Abby took a deep breath and walked back toward the yard.
The yard, now a camp site, was waking up. People were mulling around outside of tents. This included Abby's parents, Peter and Maggie Cafferty. However, to their children and each other they were just Pa and Ma. They were walking with Ray, Abby's older brother. Ma spotted Abby first and tapped Pa's shoulder. She pointed Abby out and Pa strode over. Ray smirked and said something but Ma waved him away. Abby could see her mouth "Shoo!" before turning to join Pa.
Abby no longer wanted to feel naughty. As her father strode up she wanted to be invisible. Her mind scampered.
"What had Ray said? Did he know something?"
Outwardly she looked no different, but inwardly she felt small and cornered.
Pa strode up his face stern, followed by Ma looking concerned. Ma and Pa were both the same height, just a couple inches taller than Abby. Pa took after his side of the family, he was a fireplug, short and broad with a gut. Ma had been slender when she was younger, but six children had added extra meat around her hips, giving her a pear shape. Her hair was mousy brown, while Pa's was mostly gone.
Pa stopped in front of Abby and waited for Ma to join him.
"Abigail, where'd you go last night?" Pa cut to the chase.
"Um, I felt under the weather-"
"You never came back to the family and I know you weren't in the little-un's tent." Pa raised his voice.
Abby hugged herself, hands rubbing her elbows. "Pa, I w-was-"
"What were you up to, little lady? You may be eighteen but you still live under my roof!"
Ma took a step forward. "We're just worried, Abby."
Pa silenced her with a raised hand. Pa loved his children, Abby knew, but he was a man of discipline. A product of growing up under a drunk violent ruin of a man, Pa strove for a life of total stability. Whenever one of his children got in trouble it threatened that stability and consequences were immediate and certain. He never struck his children, to be clear, but he also didn't coddle any misbehavior or sass.
"I got dizzy and saw the pup tent was up and slept there." Abby let a tremble come into her voice.
"What else?" Pa was looking cross, his face turning redder. "Why'd you get ill?"
Ma's face was furrowed in worry. She looked back and forth between Pa and Abby. Pa looked ready to lose his temper. Abby steeled herself inside.
"Stick to the story. They'll believe Ruthie, they always do."
"Because I snuck a beer, Pa." Abby's voice trembled. She let the fear that she would get called out for so much worse creep in, because it made the truth in the half-truth more genuine. "I'm sorry, it was a mistake-"
"God damned right! What the hell were you thinking? That people wouldn't see you gallivanting and drinking?" Pa was nearly yelling. People around both acted like they did not want any part of this family drama but also stayed close enough to see it all play out. This would surely become part of the family gossip, they always got to have something to cluck and crow about.
"I just wanted to try it. See what the fuss was about. I thought I'd like it, but it made me feel just awful." If there was an award for lying to your parents Abby would have been nominated.
Pa was still angry. He hated booze and did his best to hide that hate at family gatherings. But this just brought all that vitriol bubbling back up. Ma looked around at the other family members and knew they were making a scene.
"Okay, Pa, Abby, I think that's enough for now. We can discuss this back home."
Pa pursed his lips and sucked through his teeth. "Okay, Ma. Fair enough." Pa waggled a finger at Abby for emphasis. "You used the pup tent? You get to break it down and load it into the truck. And when we get home we'll talk about your grounding and extra chores."
Abby tried to look dejected. "Oh, okay, Pa." Inside she was elated. They bought it!
Pa turned, took Ma by the elbow, headed the way Abby had come. "I bet they got coffee up there. Probably fancy stuff."
"You enjoy, Pa, I just need the washroom."
The pair dropped out of sight behind tents and Abby breathed a sigh of relief. Now she had a new problem, she actually hadn't been to the pup tent. She racked her brain.
"Ruthie said it was set up early. That usually means north side toward the driveway or south side toward the lake. And she wasn't coming the same way as me, so I guess..."
She turned south toward the lake making her way between various camp sites, past the remnants of one of the night's camp fires, and to the edge of the yard before it sloped downhill toward the lake. There it was, right under a string of party lights, the olive green A-frame tent made of nylon and canvas. Relieved Abby untied the flap and looked inside. She visually inventoried some bedding, a sleeping bag, a flashlight, and whatever trashy romance novel Ruth was reading. And unlike the van it did not smell of sex and sweat.
Abby got to work rolling up the bedding and cinching them tight. Pillows, the flashlight, and the novel were set out on top of these rolls. Next came the tent. Support poles and then stakes. She was having trouble with the stakes. Some of them were stuck deep and were hard to get moving. Looking down at the current culprit Abby mused how hard it was to move when something had been stuck deep in her. This made her giggle and her tummy flutter.
"Something funny, sis?"
Abby started out of her reverie and turned to see Ruth behind her.
"Just had a funny thought is all."
"Anything you can share? No wait, tell me on the ride back." Ruth moved up and grabbed the tent stake and used leverage her height granted to get it to start moving. "Let's get this finished first."
Abby blushed. "I don't think this is something I can share while sitting behind Ma."
Ruth smiled and yanked the stake free. "No duh, that's why were are going to sit in the back of the station wagon. With the gear."
"Ruthie, we haven't done that since we were little."
"Right, and we'll tell Ma we're doing it for fun. Mary can watch Pauline in the back seat while you dish."
Abby knew Ruth was right. Pa and the two boys would take the truck with the tents and hardware. The wagon would take the womenfolk, Ma and the four sisters. The only cargo would be sleeping gear and toiletries. The family had packed light, there would be lots of room.
Ruth leaned close and whispered, "And I do mean dish, I wanna hear it all."
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"cousin",
"sleeping",
"cousins",
"older man",
"younger woman",
"sleep sex",
"nonconsent",
"choking",
"camping"
] |
Seduced by the Neighbours Ch. 01
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Loving Wives
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It all started when I was given a promotion. I was given the sales manager role at a large pharmaceutical company. I'd worked for them since leaving University and it felt great to have been recognised and came with a hefty pay rise. The only fly in the ointment was that my wife and I would have to relocate from the north of England to the south east. Leaving behind friends and family.
Still, my wife, Sally had been supportive of the move, even though it meant leaving her own career as an accountant at a local company. Sally and I had met at University. We met in our first months and had never spent more than a few days apart since. She is my best friend as well as the love of my life.
Sally is not your normal accountant type. Certainly not the bookworm, shrew that you might expect. She is just 5 feet tall, With long, wavy, black hair that hangs half way down her back. It frames her pretty, innocent looking face with its petite mouth, pixie nose and large dark eyes. She has a peach of as ass, and 44dd boobs that look even larger on her slim frame.
She is no shy retiring violet either. It was she that asked me out when we first met. She is sassy and can be quite the flirt. She is well aware of the effect that her body and beauty have on men and often dresses to accentuate her curves.
I love her confidence, even when it gets her into trouble. As she can also be quite naïve when it comes to male attention. Almost like she doesn't think that men mean it when they try to seduce her. However, in ten years of marriage I had no doubts that she had ever strayed.
When we moved South, she was just 31, I was a year older and as we'd been together so long neither of us was very sexually experienced with other people. I'd had one previous girlfriend and a couple of one night stands. Whereas Sally had just had one long term boyfriend before she met me and while he had taken her virginity I'd given her, her first orgasm.
Our sex life was good but after years sleeping with one another, things had become a little predictable. Sally, loved sucking my cock just as much as I loved eating her pussy. We did all the usual positions. Riding me, being her favorite, but for the most part that was it. She did surprise me occasionally by swallowing my cum, but anal was a no, no. And while I'd cum over her belly ass, tits and face when we first got together, These days I usually just finished in her tight pussy.
We moved into a large semi-detached house in a leafy suburb. It had a large rear garden and a low fence separated it from the next door. As we knew nobody in the area it was a relief when our new neighbours turned out to be friendly and welcoming. They popped round with a bottle of Champagne as soon as we'd settled in and introduced themselves as Andy and Diane.
Andy was a bit of a silver fox. He was in his late fifties and was a retired civil servant. I'm 5'9 and he was a couple of inches shorter. He was trim and looked like he was still pretty fit. His wife was in her late 40's but looked good on it. She was just a little taller than Sally, with dyed blond hair, she had a large round arse and big bouncy tits. She wore a loose, gypsy style top that seemed to be struggling to keep her breasts under control and I saw a lot of her cleavage on that first meeting.
We got to be pretty good friends with Andy and Diane over the next few months and as my new job entailed a fair but of travel and nights away from home I was happy that they were there to keep an eye on my wife. It was on my return from one of these trips that our world started to change.
I got home late on Sunday morning having been to a sales conference in Scotland. I pulled up in the car, just as Andy was leaving my house. He spotted my car and gave me a cheery wave. I parked up and found Sally sunbathing in the rear garden. She was in a pale blue bikini. Her luscious legs looked amazing and the bikini did nothing to hide her gorgeous figure. She gave me a wave and kissed me. I couldn't help asking about Andy,
"I just saw Andy leaving." I said.
"Yes, He just mowed the lawn for us. He was doing his own and offered to to ours at the same time. Wasn't that nice?" She replied.
"I suppose. And were you dressed like that when he offered?" I asked.
"Yes." She said. Unconcerned.
I looked at her lay there with just a thin patch of material covering her pussy and her thick nipples obvious against her bikini top and I leered at her and said,
"Well I'm not surprised he wanted a close up look at you dressed like that."
She smiled and mock punched my arm, saying,
"Don't be such a prude. Mind you he did suggest that I should sunbath, topless,"
I didn't know if he had, or whether my wife was teasing me. So I thought I'd tease her right back.
"Well you know I wouldn't mind if you sunbathed topless. I'm sure Andy would certainly get kick out of wanking over seeing your tits."
"I'm sure he's harmless. I mean he's enough to be my dad!" She said. " Besides he comes over a lot while your away to make sure I'm OK."
That had an alarm going off in my head. I suddenly had a vision of my pretty young wife alone with this potentially, lustful older man and with some concern I found myself asking,
"So what do you talk about when he pops over?"
"This and that, neighbourhood gossip, family, fashions." She said.
"Fashion?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Andy likes the fact that I usually wear a skirt. He says that this fashion for baggy jeans and sweatpants does nothing for a woman's figure. How did he put it? A woman should dress tight enough to show that she's a woman, but loose enough to show that she's a lady."
"What skirt were you wearing, when he made this observation." I asked. Trying to sound nonchalant.
"Oh, I was in my brown corduroy. You know the one." She told me.
I certainly did. It was so short that she hardly ever wore it in public. So short that when she bent forward, most of her arse would be on show. So he'd definitely know she was a woman! Not that she didn't look good in it. Every time she'd worn it with me, I'd ended up fucking her.
However I let it lay with that and went for a shower. Later that evening though after dinner, Sally had most of a bottle of wine inside her and I returned to the question of Andy, "popping round". Trying to sound like I was just making conversion I asked,
"So, er..where did you and Andy sit when he popped over and you were in that pretty brown skirt?"
"I sat here and he was on the sofa." She said. Bloody hell! Every time she moved he's have been looking up her short skirt and at her panty covered twat. Then she continued, "At first."
"At first?"
"Yes then he had me join him on the sofa so that he could show me some pictures on his phone."
Again alarm bells were ringing and I thought it was time to bite the bullet and ask some more direct questions.
"Sally have you been deliberately teasing Andy?"
She looked pensive and took a moment, by finishing her glass of wine. She could have lied, but I never doubted that she would be honest.
"Maybe a little. I get so bored without you here." She said. I asked her to tell me about it and at her suggestion we retired to bed and as she told me about the last few weeks, she stroked on my cock.
"I knew that Andy had been checking me out ever since that first visit and whenever I hung the washing out, he would make and excuse to be in the garden so that he could check out my bum when I bent over." She said.
"And did you bend over all the more when he was watching?" I asked.
"Yes. I liked the attention. So I started wearing some pretty, short skirts as I pegged out the washing. It was only after I did it wearing a thong that the visits started though."
"Wait a moment. You wore a thong! So that you could show him your naked arse." I said.
"I suppose I did." She said. Smiling and pulling on my rock hard cock.
"So what happened when he started visiting?" I asked. Breathing a little harder.
"At first we'd have a coffee and a gossip. Usually he'd be at the kitchen table. I'd be cleaning as we talked."
"In a short skirt?" I asked.
"Usually, very short." She grinned
"In a thong?" I asked. More tuned on that I could have believed.
"Not always. I didn't want him to expect it. But sometimes.....yes." She admitted.
I imagined my pretty wife alone in our kitchen showing off her pretty arse to this older man. I suppose I should have been jealous, Angry even. But how can you get mad when your wife is totally honest with you and she is stroking your dick. God, but I was turned on! But something struck me and I had to know. So, with my heart in my mouth I asked her,
"So you're in our kitchen, showing off your legs and arse to Andy. He must have tried it on."
"He did come up behind me once and he groped my tits from behind and pushed his groin against my bum. But I spun round and pushed him away wagging my finger at him. He didn't press things. I think he knew the unwritten rules I was making. It was the next time that I wore the brown skirt."
"For him?"
"Yes. I thought he needed a treat after I'd scolded him." She said.
"What did you have on under your skirt?" I asked. And I could hear the trembling in my voice.
"Nothing. I teased him so much. I crossed and uncrossed my legs. I knew I was flashing my pussy. But I didn't care. It was turning me on. Then he asked me to join him so I did."
She could tell I was close to cumming and whispered,
"This is turning you on too isn't it?"
There was no point in lying so I admitted it,
"God, yes! What happened next?" I asked. Dry mouthed
"Well, he wanted to show me his holiday pictures of all things. But when the phone lit up the first thing I saw was is screensaver, which was a picture of Diane with a big black dildo buried in her pussy. The pictures were of Andy and Diane on some dunes. He explained it was a nude beach and by picture 2, I was looking at a picture of him stark naked. He had a full erection by picture 4 and in picture 5 Diane was sucking his cock. He put his hand on my thigh at that point and asked what I thought.
I told him they were very nice. But truthfully it felt so erotic, that my pussy felt like it was dripping wet. He then flicked back to picture 4 and asked what I thought of his cock. I told him what he wanted to hear. That he had a nice cock and then he asked if he was bigger than you. Without thinking I was honest and told him you couldn't tell from a picture.
Without hesitation he took out his cock and placed my hand on it. He was already hard and I could see precum seeping from the tip."
"Did you suck it?" I gasped, so close to cumming that it was hard to hold back.
"No. Be patient and I'll tell you everything." She said. "I pulled back his foreskin and I was transfixed by a pearl of precum oozing from his japs eye. I think I would have sucked it. But at that moment he put his hand under my skirt and felt my pussy. That was to far to soon and so I stood up and asked him too leave."
"But you wanted to suck his cock?" I asked
"In that moment....yes, I suppose I did!" She admitted.
That's when I ejaculated over her hand. She then surprised me by lowering her head and lapping my seed from her hand and then sucked my cock clean. Clearly this was turning us both on. She licked her lips and looking up at me she said,
"This morning, showing myself off to him, was my way of letting him know I wanted the game to carry on."
"How far do you want this to go, I mean he's already had a feel of your tits and pussy, and you've already had a hold of his cock." I said.
"I suppose that depends on you. I would never cheat on you, but I do enjoy showing myself off and I think hearing about it turns you on and I love turning you on. " She told me.
"Look. Be honest with me and I'll be honest with you. If it turns you on to show you body off to this man, Then OK, It's your body, after all, But its only OK as long as you tell me everything! But listen, your not stupid. He's a man and he is going to want more. Do you want to let him touch you?" I asked her. My fingers were by now pumping in and out of her very wet cunt.
"I think so, I....suppose. Yes!. I won't lie, the idea gets me so excited!" She said. Breathing hard.
"Do you want to feel his cock, perhaps, make him cum?"
"Yes!"
"And will you tell me everything?" I said. Showing her sopping cunt, no mercy.
"Yee!! Oh God!! Yes! Yes!" She yelled cumming hard and soaking the bed.
The next day in the cold light of day we talked about it again. Even sober, just talking about the idea of my wife showing herself off and perhaps even more had my cock, rock hard. I was due to be away for a couple of days later that week and I found myself hoping that my wife would be a bad girl. But whatever happened, she promised faithfully to tell me everything.
I was in my hotel room on the first evening away when my phone pinged and there was a selfie from my wife. She had been sunbathing topless. I couldn't wait to call her and she admitted that Andy had been in his garden all day ogling her naked breasts. But she had told him that she was too busy to see him that day. But she finished by saying, "I think I'll let him come over tomorrow though."
I went to bed sleep that night wanking, as I imagining Andy spending the day looking at my wife's tits and wondering how horny she had him. Would she wank his cock, suck it perhaps? That day at work I couldn't concentrate and there was no answer to my texts. By the time I got home. I was beside myself, wondering just what my wife had done.
She was tipsy but glowing as I got home but as we ate she wouldn't tell me anything. Finally she told me to take the wine to bed and told me she'd join me and tell me everything. I was naked in bed when she rejoined me. She stood in front of the bed. She was wearing just a short black robe and she looked at my cock erect and said,
"Andy came over on this yesterday."
"What did you wear for him?" I asked.
"This." She said. Smiling and indicating the robe.
"Fucking hell, babe. I bet he loved that. What did you have underneath?"
She let the robe gape open and she was totally naked beneath the robe.
"This!" She said, Smiling.
"Fuck me! What happened?"
"Pull on your cock and I'll tell you." She said. I did as she told me and she started to tell me what had happened while I was away.
"He knew I was ready for some fun as I pegged out the washing in a short t-shirt and no knickers. He must have spent the whole morning looking at my bare bum. Sure enough at lunch time the bell went and Andy was at the door. I was in my robe and told him he'd caught me ready for a shower. He made a crap joke that he'd been busy all day and need a shower himself and should join me.
"OK" I said, and started upstairs. He followed me to the bathroom and watched as I dropped the robe and stood in front of him, completely naked. He pushed me against the bathroom wall and kissed me hard and he groped my naked tits.
I pushed him back and told him to stop. He looked aghast. But I told him up front I was a married woman and I was not going to fuck him. But that if he was a good boy and kept our secret we could have some fun after our shower. It took him a moment or two to realise what I'd said, but as I entered the cubicle he was already tearing his clothes off.
I let him soap me up all over my body and he payed special attention to my tits ass and especially between my legs!. He let his fingertips enter me and I was soaping his hard cock as he explored me. Once we'd dried one another off I led him to our bed and lay on the bed as he stood looking down at me. We were both naked and he asked if he could eat my pussy. In answer, I spread my legs.
He didn't waist a second and buried his head between my thighs lapping at my pussy. He really knew what he was doing and within just a few minutes he had me cumming on his face. He lifted his head, grinning at me and his chin glistened with my juices. I then had him sit on the bed and I knelt in front of him and pulled back his foreskin. I wanted a good long, look at his cock.
I wanted to suck it. But it felt like a big step. This would only be the third cock I'd ever sucked and I'd only ever sucked yours, since we got married. I will admit I was fascinated looking at his cock. Its thick and very vainy. He is completely shaved and there were no hairs even on his balls. It looked so different to yours. I very nearly chickened out at that moment. But something drove me on, perhaps I have an inner slut and so a moment later I had a deep breath and then took his thick cock in my mouth."
My cock was rock hard and I was close to cumming as my wife told me about sucking another man's cock. She smile as I wanked and her fingers frigged her own pussy. She was losing her thread as she approached her climax and I asked,
"Did you suck his balls?"
"MMM yes! He loved me sucking on his balls! As I pleasured him he turned from a gentleman into a much baser man. Calling me a cocksucker, a dirty slut. He told me that he knew I'd been gagging to suck his cock. I loved being called names. I'd never realised it would be a turn on. But it is!
After a while, he was holding my head and actually fucking my face. I knew he was close to cumming and I was more than ready to swallow his sperm. I felt him spurt into my mouth and then he pulled back and wanked the rest of his spunk over my face and he seemed to cum forever, covering my face until it dripped over my tits.
Before passing me a towel He grabbed his phone and took pictures of me, naked and covered in his spunk! As I cleaned up he promised to send me the pictures. He asked me when you were coming home and when he knew you were away for another day he asked to come around again and I told him he could."
"Show me the picture!" I demanded. She stopped frigging her hole and passed me her phone. Sure enough, her screensaver was a picture of her naked and covered in another man's sperm.
"On your knees bitch!" I demanded.
She grinned like a naughty schoolgirl and did as I asked. I ordered her to frig her cunt. As I wanked over her and looked at the picture. The situation clearly turned her on and as my sperm exploded over her upturned face, she was moaning through her own orgasm. Exhausted we soon fell asleep and it was only the morning after that I remembered that she hadn't told me what happened on the second day.
We lay in bed and this time there was no booze to get in the way. I asked her what had happened and she made me promise not to get angry. That told me things had gone further But I gave her the promise and let her tell me in her own time and in her own way. Sally took a deep breath and then told me.
"The doorbell went just after 3pm and just the noise had me wet. I'd had my landing strip the day before. But today I'd shaved my pussy bald I'd not bothered with panties and all I was wearing, when I answered the door was stockings and high heels. It was a good job, that it wasn't the postman!
He looked me up and down as he entered and smiled at my newly bald cunt (the first time I'd ever heard her use that word). I told him to sit in the lounge and made him a coffee. He was bursting to grab me but he played my game. I say out of reach, but openly displaying my naked body for him. Finally I put my cup down and told him he could eat me if he wanted to.
He licked my clit and fingered my pussy and gave one of the best orgasm I've ever had. I was sat there glowing with pleasure as I watched him strip naked in front of me. His cock was hard and already wet. He put it between my tits and had me tit wank him. He was soon moaning and stopped before cumming and stepped back, pulling on his erection. He stared at my cunt (that word again) for a long time, pulling on his dick and then asked if he could spunk over my vagina. I nodded and holding the back of my chair and leaning over me he started wanking.
At first he was an inch or to above my mound, but then he lowered himself an inch or two and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing my pussy lips as he masturbated. The tip of his cock was pushing my lips apart and the tip was inside me. I was being driven crazy by his teasing and I wanted him. Fuck it in that moment I wanted just about and cock inside me and before I knew it I was asking Andy to fuck me! A moment later he rammed his cock deep into my pussy!"
"You let Andy fuck you?" I said. Incredulous.
"Yes. Please don't be mad at me. I'd only intended to suck him off at most. But in that moment I needed a cock and I let him have me. " She said. Plaintively.
I thought for a moment. What had I expected? As soon as I told her she could get naked with this man and suck his cock, what did I think would happen?
"I'm not mad babe, as long as you honest and tell me everything, It's not like your going to run off with him. He's old enough to be your dad! So now tell me what it was like being fucked by another man."
"It was great and I will admit that part of the turn on was that he was so much older! He fucked me and told me I was a slut who loved his cock. He had me cumming over his dick again and again. Then he bent me over the chair arm and fucked me from behind. Don't be mad, but he thumbed my bumhole as he fucked me. I didn't stop him and it really turned me on. I was just begging him to fuck me hard. And he did just as I asked."
I rolled on top of her and pushed my cock inside her. She was so wet. Remembering Andy's cock fucking her was obviously turning her on.
"Was his cock bigger than mine? You never said." I asked as I fucked her.
"No, He has a lovely thick cock, but yours feels so much better inside me." She said.
"Are your going to let Andy fuck you again?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!" She yelled, approaching her climax.
"Where did Andy cum? Did he fill your cunt!"
"Yes! He fucked me until I was begging for his spunk! And he gave it all to me! I felt his sperm spurting inside me. Filling me with his seed and I came with him. It felt so good!" Moments later I was filling her with seed. Reclaiming her pussy you might say.
So where did I go from here? Was I happy knowing that my wife was pleasuring our neighbour whenever I was away? I had a lot to think about. But the genie was out of the bottle now. I suppose it sounds like a cliché, but life really would never be the same.
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Ch. 05 - The Cheese Factory 2
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Lesbian Sex
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WARNING.
There is an incident involving violence with a weapon in this chapter. Nobody is seriously hurt, but please be aware.
Carys had done her best to tidy the hotel room a little, showered, and went home soon after Alice had left. She had something to eat, found a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a T-shirt to replace the red bikini, and pottered around the house, killing time.
At lunchtime, Alice texted Carys:
Lover - Go to the clothes shop called Lady's Business on Gould Street in Bondi straight away, just across Hall Street from my hotel. Buy a business suit, and don't worry about paying. Tell the manager you work with Morgaine Conglomerates and quote the code MOR-566. She is expecting you. Then get a cab to Grosvenor Place, 255 George Street, The Rocks, by three. I want you to meet someone with me. Trust me, I love you xxx
Carys's heart fluttered excitedly as she read Alice's message, and a radiant smile spread across her face. Without a moment's hesitation, she gathered her belongings and rushed out the door to catch a bus back to the hotel.
Dropping her few bits and pieces in the room, she raced across the road, looking for the shop Alice had mentioned in her text. At the clothes shop, she told the manager what she needed and gave her the code Alice had given her. Quickly and efficiently, the manager checked her measurements. "Regrettably, Miss, we are a little limited in style choice. Yours is not a particularly common size!"
"Mmm. I can imagine!" said Carys, her eyes twinkling. "I'll bet that most of your customers are a tad smaller and more petite than me, hmm?"
The manager allowed her professional face to slip and grinned broadly as she looked up at the tall brunette: "That's a bit of an understatement if I can be so bold, Miss! We have a few styles available, and as I understand that cost is not a
major
issue, it does open a few more avenues. Perhaps you might consider this one?" Showing Carys a beautiful powder blue trouser suit, she continued: "I would not recommend a skirt and jacket combination -- with your length of leg, it would be considerably shorter on you than would be ideal! Might I also suggest this to go underneath?" She handed Carys a pale peach, open-collared blouse.
Carys nodded, went into the fitting room to try on the suit, and gasped with shock as she saw the price tag on the blouse: "My god! What the hell? This blouse alone costs more than I make in a couple of weeks at work!" She checked the tag on the suit and sat down hard. For a moment, she wondered what on earth she was getting into. "Where is all this money coming from?"
She sat for a moment, staring at the suit hanging on the back of the fitting room door, and slowly pulled out her phone and re-read Alice's text message, pausing on the last few words:
...Trust me, I love you xxx
Her heart lurched, and she whispered: "Yes, Alice, I
do
trust you, and I love
you
too!"
She stood up again, quickly stripped off her shorts and T-shirt and tried on the blouse and suit. The fabric caressed her skin like a second layer, and she couldn't help but admire how it accentuated her statuesque figure as she turned this way and that, admiring her reflection in the big mirror. She nodded to herself in the mirror and stepped out of the fitting room.
The manager eyed her critically for a second or two, then nodded. "Very nice, Miss... but you might care to do something about that...", pointing at Carys' flip-flops, with a huge grin. Carys blushed scarlet and nodded. The other woman pointed to a large display of shoes and said, "I would suggest flat heels, Miss, your suit is cut with that in mind, and probably a pair of slip-on court shoes, like these...?" Carys nodded, getting more and more out of her depth, "...and this clutch bag for your phone and the...um...items you were wearing earlier?" The smile on the woman's face told Carys that she wasn't being patronised, just teased a little!
"Can you tell I'm completely out of my comfort zone, here?" said Carys ruefully.
"Only a little, Miss," grinned the other woman, "but don't worry, you will soon get used to it! Now, are we ready?"
Carys nodded, rather self-consciously, "In which case, Miss, if I could ask for your signature just here," the manager pointed to a sales slip on the counter and handed Carys a pen, "I will call you a taxi."
The taxi whisked her across town and dropped her outside one of the office blocks. Her pulse rate climbed, and her heart was in her mouth as she walked through the revolving glass doors and scanned the entrance hall for Alice.
She spotted the tiny redhead sitting at a low table with five men, all impeccably dressed in dark business suits, talking animatedly and smiling at each other. Alice spotted her and waved. She said something to the men she was with, jumped up and rocketed across the foyer! She hugged Carys, her eyes shining with affection.
"Ohhh...Carys...I
have
missed you! Wonderful news, and I'll explain as we go...follow my lead and don't be surprised!"
Carys stole a quick glance at the five men who were watching the exchange between Carys and Alice with great interest. Her brow furrowed slightly in curiosity as she bent to whisper in Alice's ear: "Are these the people you want me to meet?"
"Indeed, I do," said Alice, lecherously eyeing the statuesque beauty and wishing they were alone! She bit her lip to stop herself from giggling and whispered, "Shush! Stop tickling my ear, I'm already horny enough seeing you in that stunning suit! Now just play it by ear, and all will come clear soon enough"
Carys' cheeks flushed at Alice's whisper, her azure eyes sparkling with mischief. Alice gently squeezed Carys' arm; her touch electric, even through the sleeve's fabric.
"As you wish, mistress," Carys murmured with a grin, her voice low and sultry. "I'm yours to command." Alice gasped as Carys' deep contralto seemed to vibrate through her body: "Oooh...don't
do
that!" and giggled.
Hand in hand, they walked slowly across to the five men who stood as the two approached, carefully appraising the tall brunette. One of the men extended his hand, and Carys shook it as Alice said, "Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my new business partner, Miss Carys McDonald, who also happens to be my fiancée."
Carys' eyes almost widened in surprise as Alice introduced her to each of the men, naming each one. She quickly recovered, offering them each a warm smile as she shook hands with them in turn: "It's a pleasure to meet you all," she said smoothly, her other hand tightening around Alice's in a silent show of affection, desperately wondering what the hell was going on. Being out of her depth in the clothes shop was
nothing
like this!
The man Alice had introduced as the Chief Executive, Colin Humbert, said, "On behalf of Brighstone Holdings, welcome, Miss McDonald." Turning to Alice, he said, "Shall we go back upstairs, Miss Morgaine, and we can start to finalise the arrangements?"
Alice ignored Carys' sharp intake of breath when Humbert used her surname but squeezed her hand gently, telling her to trust her. "Thank you, Mr Humbert, but I would be grateful if you would give Carys and me a few minutes to sort a few things out. A transcontinental relocation is no small matter, and I will need to start getting the wheels in motion."
"Oh, absolutely, Miss Morgaine. Please take all the time you require. Let Jo, our receptionist, know when you wish to continue, and we can show you to your new offices."
As the men walked towards the lifts, Alice turned to the towering beauty next to her and gently placed her hands on Carys' hips. "That solves the problem of me finding a job here so we can be together, but I think I have some serious explaining and apologising to do to you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything; there hasn't been time...we've been a bit...um...preoccupied. I'm really sorry, honey, please forgive me and trust me; we will sail through this, I promise!" She fixed her eyes on the sparkling azure eyes of her lover and blew her a tiny kiss.
"To bring you up to speed with developments...as you know, I was here to close a contract for my company in Europe. Unfortunately, the international courts declared the contract null and void yesterday, and the company has been put on notice for having broken European Fiscal Law.
"However, as I was not a party to the various offences, I have been exonerated from all involvement. As the contract involved a hostile takeover of Brighstone Holdings, whose offices we will go to in a minute, I was left in quite an awkward position. However, after a few phone calls, I was able to secure funding to bolster up Brighstone, allowing them to repurpose their holdings. To cut an already long story short, Brighstone has offered me, us, a position as a legal consulting agency to the firm. Hence my rather cryptic message at lunchtime!"
"Legal consulting agency, Alice? I don't know anything about the law!" said Carys, almost in shock.
"No, but I do...I'm a lawyer, and I specialise in Corporate Law!" She reached up and gently closed Carys' open mouth as the tall girl stared at her, dumbfounded. "Stop catching flies, love!" Standing on tiptoes, she dragged Carys' head down to hers and kissed her soundly!
A few metres away, a lift started to ascend, carrying the five men from Brighstone Enterprises. "Well," said Colin Humbert, "That caught me on the hop, I must say. In this day and age, I shouldn't automatically assume anything, but I was sort of expecting a man, and a Scot to boot, not an Australian girl!"
"Yes," said Jack Pitman slowly, "and quite a looker at that!"
"You dirty old man, Jack," laughed one of the others, "Certainly not," protested Pitman, with a grin. "I just like to admire beautiful things, and they are both worthy of a great deal of admiring! Plus... I think things will get very interesting around here, now the Duke has his fingers in our pie..."
Alice eased back down, breaking off the kiss which was threatening to get very interesting and sighed: "Ohhh...that'll have to do until later, I suppose!"
Alice went on: "Yes, my uncle is Duke Alex Morgaine of Morgaine Conglomerates and probably one of the richest men in the world, but he has made me work for every penny that I have earned, and I have worked
bloody
hard. I was on secondment to Gruber in Frankfurt, and it was I who uncovered their financial double-dealing. I'm known in Morgaine Conglomerates as The Terminator; it was my job to infiltrate firms and find out what was going on...an industrial spy, if you like. I guess you can see why I was so wound up emotionally and why all the tears when you finally broke through my steel armour!"
She giggled and continued: "I'm far too emotional now, thanks to you, to ever do that job efficiently again... and I don't think I'd want to... and have I told you recently that I love you? No? Then...I love you...dearly and absolutely." Her voice dropped to a whisper and she said "And I am so horny right now, I'm almost tempted to call a cab and go back to the hotel now!" She sighed. "But we need to make our future rock solid before we can do that." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Carys full on the lips again: "Thank you for trusting me."
Carys stared at her, still trying to process all the new information: "Um...so you're not a contracts manager?" Alice shook her head.
"Your Uncle is a Duke?" Alice nodded.
"You're the heiress to a massive fortune?" Alice nodded.
"You're an industrial spy?" Alice nodded.
"You're my girlfriend?" Alice's head nearly fell off, she nodded so hard: "Oh god...yes...yes...
YES!
I love you so much, I think my chest is about to explode!"
For the second time in as many hours, Carys sat down hard, so confused, so far out of her comfort zone that she didn't know whether she was coming or going! Alice plonked herself down on her knee and wrapped her arms around the big brunette's neck. "Sweetheart, I know it's a hell of a lot to take in all at once, and I am so sorry to put you through it...but please...trust me...
please!
" Her voice cracked, and a tear welled up in the corner of her eye as she saw the utter confusion on the tall girl's face.
Carys took a deep, shuddering breath. "Bloody hell..." she whispered, taking Alice's hands in her own and squeezing them gently, "Oh...bloody hell!"
Bright blue eyes stared unblinking into sea-green eyes for a long time, and Alice's heart sank. She had gambled and lost -- her one true love, her heart's desire...everything...
Then she saw those beautiful blue eyes crinkle at the corners, those gorgeous full lips start to curve upwards, and her heart sang! She hugged Carys in a huge bear hug: "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she blurted. "I'll explain everything soon; please forgive me...please!"
"My darling Alice," Carys murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "There is nothing to forgive!"
She gently pulled the tiny redhead into her arms. "I am yours, now and forever," she whispered, her lips brushing against Alice's forehead. "Whatever challenges we face, we will face them together."
Alice cupped Carys' face tenderly, her thumb tracing the contours of her beloved's face. With a soft, adoring smile, she leaned in, capturing Carys' lips in a searing, ardent kiss.
"I love you," Carys' murmured against Alice's trembling lips. "Nothing else matters to me but you."
With a mischievous grin, she pulled Alice even closer, her muscular frame enveloping the other woman in a bubble of safety and passion. "And as for being 'horny'," she purred, her lips grazing Alice's neck, "I can assure you the feeling is very much mutual!"
She nuzzled Alice's hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent that was uniquely hers. "But you're right," she sighed reluctantly. "We should focus on solidifying our future first. Though I can't promise I'll be able to keep my hands off you for long!"
The relief on Alice's face was so obvious that Carys laughed gently, poking Alice in the nose the way she had done to her a few hours ago. "Come on, you! We need to go and sort things out with those guys...and you'll have to tell me their names again...brain overload, I think, I've forgotten them all, except the boss man, Colin Humbert, you said?
Hand in hand, they walked to the lift and headed up to the Brighstone offices. As the doors slid back, the receptionist greeted them with a smile: "Welcome back, Ms Morgan...and...?"
"Hi, Jo!" said Alice, "This is my partner, Carys McDonald...and, please, call me Alice..." she dropped her voice conspiratorially and winked, "...unless that goes against company policy? In which case, I'll need to give you some tuition on how to pronounce my name!"
The poor receptionist looked shocked and stammered: "Oh, I'm so sorry...I didn't realise..."
Quickly, Alice grinned and said: "I'm just teasing, Jo, but I'm a Miss, not a Ms, that much I
do
insist on, and so is Carys!"
The relief on the girl's face was clear, and she said, "Of course, Miss...er...Alice! But how
do
you pronounce your name? When you arrived this morning, I thought you said 'Alexandra Morgan'?"
"Scottish accent, Jo!" smiled Alice. She spelled her name and explained the pronunciation, "Roll the 'R' a bit more and clip the last syllable as short as you can, 'Morrrg'n'...and 'Alice', well I was raised by my Uncle Alex and he didn't want two Alexes in the house, so I became Alice!"
Jo grinned and said, "Alice and Carys, it shall be then! Would you like to come down and take a look at your new office? Follow me, please."
They followed her a short distance from the reception area, and she opened a glass door and showed them in. There were three desks, and the floor-to-ceiling glass gave the room a light, airy feel.
"Not the best view in Sydney," Jo said, "But you can just see the Opera House from that corner." The two girls laughed as she pointed into a far corner and mimed standing on tiptoes to peer at something unseen.
"Well, you'll be all right, Carys, but I'll probably have to sit on your shoulders!" the diminutive redhead giggled.
Jo laughed and said, "I'll leave you ladies alone now. If you need anything, dial zero on the internal phone. I'll be there until 5.30 when the building closes to the public, but if you need to stay longer, it won't be a problem." As she went out, Alice cast a smouldering look at Carys...
"Well, my little tiny bundle of fun," Carys chuckled at Alice's indignant glare, her azure eyes sparkling with mirth as she surveyed the room. "I suppose we'll just have to use your minuscule stature. I can think of a few ways I might help you reach the best vantage point."
"Do they involve using the desks in a way that desks aren't normally used?" breathed Alice.
Carys gazed at Alice thoughtfully and murmured, "I must admit, the view from here is already quite spectacular...!"
She pulled Alice close, her strong arms encircling her lover's waist, and tucked a stray lock of dark auburn behind Alice's ear, gently stroking her earlobe as she did so. Alice shivered and grinned at her: "You'd be on the floor right now if it wasn't for that glass between us and the corridor outside...you
do
know that, don't you?"
Her arms snaked around Carys' waist, and she snuggled in. "Ooh! I could stay here forever!"
Carys muttered, "If you did, we'd never get to bed tonight!"
"Wow! Talk about an incentive!" giggled Alice, disentangling herself from Carys' arms and stepping back a pace. "I suppose we had better have a look round."
It was getting close to six o'clock before the girls were satisfied that the offices were in good order and ready for them to start getting their new business off the ground in the New Year. "I'm going to need some stuff sent over from Scotland," said Alice, "just stuff that I couldn't get or replace anywhere, maybe some personal stuff from London, but the rest, computers, software and such, we can get here. Uncle Alex has given me a budget, but I am so reluctant to spend too much because part of the deal is that I have to pay him back every penny.
"It's what I expected, but what was unexpected is that he doesn't want interest on the loan. He must be getting soft in his old age!" She giggled, the little girl's giggle that enthralled Carys and made her heart do a double somersault every time!
"Your Uncle must be an amazing man," said Carys, "Just to be able to call on him and get his unwavering support...wow! That's something else!"
"Yes and no, Carys. My uncle is a very, very astute businessman, and as soon as he heard about the European Court situation, he was already planning to turn it to his advantage. He told me about it just as I was going into my meeting with Colin Humbert earlier this morning.
I
had no idea that the ruling had been given, and
he
had already set things up back in Scotland to move in.
"He has been wanting to expand his Australian holdings for some time, and this was the ideal opportunity. The Brighstone board likes it because they don't get swallowed up in a faceless European company, and they get the support of a huge Scottish company but retain their own corporate identity."
Carys pulled Alice close, enveloping the other woman in a warm, protective embrace. She pressed a tender kiss to Alice's forehead and rested her chin atop the other woman's head as a contented sigh escaped her lips. "All that matters to me is that we're together. The rest will fall into place, I'm sure of it."
Reluctantly, Alice unwound her arms from around Carys and sighed gently. "I hope so...but...I'm starving, and if I'm to satisfy your Amazonian appetites, I need some food. Come on!"
Surprisingly, they found the blonde receptionist still in the reception area, and she grinned wryly at them: "No rest for the wicked!" she said and waved a stack of letters at them, "Though why these can't wait a few more days, I'll never know. It's not as if they will go into the mail system for another few days anyway!" She shrugged and said, "Do you need anything from me?"
"Just somewhere to eat nearby, please, Jo," said Alice.
Back on the ground floor, they walked out into the warm, sunlit evening. All around, the buildings and storefronts were lit up with fairy lights and Christmas decorations. Alice stopped suddenly and cast a woebegone look at her lover: "Carys, it's Christmas Eve and I haven't got you a Christmas present!"
Carys' face lit up. "My darling Alice," she chuckled, her voice laced with affection. "You have already given me the most precious gift of all -- your love."
"Aww! You great, soppy thing!" said Alice, tears of happiness not far away. "I love you, and I don't think I'm
ever
going to get tired of saying
that!
"
Carys pulled her into a warm, loving embrace, her muscular arms enveloping the other woman. "Being here with you is the only present I could ever need." She pressed a tender kiss to Alice's forehead, "Although," she added with a mischievous grin, "I certainly wouldn't object to you spoiling me a bit!"
Lacing their fingers together, Carys gave Alice's hand a gentle squeeze. "Now, let's go find you some sustenance. I have every intention of keeping you well-fed and satisfied tonight!"
"Oohh...grrr!" giggled Alice
They arrived at the restaurant Jo had recommended, and Carys stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide in astonishment. "Alice! I can't afford to eat here...it's way out of my league!"
"But I can," said Alice, smiling adoringly at her, "and when you start working for our consultancy, you will too! The treat is on me right now, but I will make you work for every cent you earn... I'm not Alex Morgaine's niece for nothing, you know!" She laughed and put on a phoney Schwarzenegger voice, "I am the Terminator and I'll be back!
"Oh, and you're catching flies again, sweetie!" She laughed and reached up to close Carys' open mouth with a delicate prod of her finger.
"My pocket-sized Terminator," Carys laughed, her azure eyes twinkling. "I should have known better than to underestimate a Morgaine!"
She pulled Alice close, kissing her forehead gently. "Very well, I submit to your ruthless efficiency," she murmured affectionately. "Lead the way, and I'll be sure to earn every cent you deem me worthy of."
With a flirty wink, she offered Alice her arm. "Shall we?" she said, her tone playful but with undertones of seduction. "I'm positively famished, and I can think of no better company to share a meal with than my ravenous Terminator."
As they ate, Alice discovered more about her companion, as she used every skill she had learned over the years to extract information from even the most reluctant of people. Carys was far from reluctant and was overjoyed to be able to share things about herself with someone she trusted so completely, things that in many cases she had rarely disclosed to anyone before...her unhappy, almost parent-less childhood on the poor side of town, the series of failed love affairs that had gone cold almost before they had started, her discovery of the surfer lifestyle, although she didn't embrace it fully, preferring to work rather than, as she put it, "doss about, freeloading".
Never wealthy, frequently struggling to make ends meet, but not once giving up on her cheery outlook on life. As she listened, Alice was struck by how different Carys was to her, and she thanked her lucky stars for the chance meeting only a couple of days ago, which had turned her own life so upside down. She had never believed in love at first sight until now, and here she was, less than a week after meeting someone, making plans to settle down forever with them. Her heart lurched yet again, and her breath caught in her throat as she looked into the startling blue eyes of her soulmate.
She found herself uncharacteristically opening up to Carys and inwardly marvelled at how this wonderful woman had steamrolled her way into her heart and breached her defences in a way nobody had ever managed to do. She explained how her education had accelerated at a phenomenal rate, how she had achieved her Law degree at an age when most people were only thinking about going to university.
She talked about how her beloved Uncles Alex and Jason had raised her after her parents had been killed, how they had pushed and cajoled and encouraged her to drive herself, to excel at everything she tried and how they had supported her unwaveringly through all her mistakes and all her triumphs.
Carys listened, enthralled, as Alice told her the intimate details of her early life. She smiled in admiration at how this tiny, tough woman had battled through her short life, supported all the way by her uncles, overcoming every obstacle that life put in her way. She wondered what it must be like to have such love and support and wished that she could, someday, meet these two men that Alice so clearly adored!
A lump came to Alice's throat as she talked about her two uncles, and as she paused to swallow, Carys reached across the table and gently took her hands. "So...what you're telling me is that you're a bloody genius...with an amazing family?"
So caught up in her tale, it took a moment for Alice to realise what Carys had said, and then a slow grin spread over her face as she blushed! "No, love, I'm no genius, but I do have two amazing guardian angels!"
Carys' fingers gently traced the delicate contours of Alice's hands, and she lifted them to her lips and lovingly kissed the tip of each one. Alice's eyes opened wide, and she gasped, a shiver running down her spine: "Ohmygod! Oooh! Don't
do
that, Carys!" she giggled, her train of thought completely disrupted!
"Whyyyyy?" drawled Carys, her eyes flashing and her voice deepening with desire. "Is it unsettling my tiny Terminator?"
Alice snatched her hands away, giggling. "Yes, it bloody is, you great big horny Amazon! We haven't finished dinner, and I want some ice cream for dessert... at this rate, I'm going to be calling a taxi instead!"
Laughing, the two resumed their meal, both girls conscious that the last few barriers between them had come tumbling down, and Carys began to talk about her love of surfing.
While Carys talked, Alice quietly slipped off her shoe and inched her foot across towards Carys' feet. They had been playing footsie off and on throughout the meal, when they hadn't been too serious, trying to make the other jump, but Alice had a different plan this time. Finding Carys' foot, she pressed it briefly, eliciting a little twinkle from those blue eyes, but this time, she quickly moved her foot up Carys' calf and along her thigh so that her toes were wriggling in Carys' crotch. She gazed at Carys with her face set to complete innocence as Carys' eyes widened in shock and surprise! Her breath caught in her throat as Alice's teasing touch ignited a burning desire deep within her.
"My naughty little temptress," Carys husked, her voice deep and needy. "Whatever am I to do with you?" Her eyes were smouldering as she looked at Alice's innocent façade. Her hand drifted beneath the table; her fingertips trailed a featherlight path up the inside of Alice's thigh.
"If you insist on torturing me," Carys purred, "then I'm afraid I have no choice but to retaliate in kind." With a deft flick of her wrist, Carys' fingers found Alice's most sensitive spot, caressing her through the thin fabric of her clothing. A smile curved her lips as she watched the other woman's reaction. "Tell me, you naughty girl," she whispered, her voice full of wicked promise! "How shall I repay you for this delicious agony?"
Alice's sea-green eyes opened wide as she breathed deeply and exhaled slowly to calm her furiously racing heart. It didn't work as expected, and she gasped: "Whooh! Touché, Amazon... shall I call for the bill?"
Carys' gaze smouldered with undisguised desire as she watched Alice's flustered reaction. She reluctantly withdrew her caressing touch, a throaty chuckle rumbling in her chest.
"As tempting as that offer is," Carys purred, her voice dripping with wicked promise, "I'm rather enjoying this little game of ours." Her eyes sparkling with mischief, she leaned across the table and whispered, "Besides, didn't you want some ice cream?"
With a playful wink, Carys settled back in her seat, her blue eyes locked with Alice's green ones. The air between them was electric, and Carys could hardly wait to see where this would go!
Alice's shoulders began to shake with laughter as she lowered her head to the table and gently banged her forehead. "Oh...you big tease, Carys! You catch me at my most vulnerable, torn between wanting ice cream and you! Forcing me to make a decision like that!"
Neither girl spoke, invisible sparks filling the air between them, two pairs of shining eyes full of lust as they gazed at each other. "No ice cream!" breathed Alice.
"So, tell me, my flame-haired temptress," rumbled Carys, "What delicious torment do you have in store for me next?"
Beckoning Carys forward, Alice whispered: "I'm going to take you back to my hotel room and I'm going to slowly undo every button on that gorgeous suit, just to see whether you are actually wearing any underwear, and although I don't think you are, it fits far too well, but if you are, then I might slowly take it off with my teeth. Will that do for starters?"
Carys' eyes blazed as she leaned in, her breath hot against Alice's ear. "For starters? Yes, but only
barely!
I can hardly wait to see what else you have planned for me!"
Alice paid the bill with her credit card and asked about taxis, to be told that there was a rank further along the street. She indicated to Carys that she was going to the ladies' room, and as she came out, she noticed that Carys had gone outside into the warm night air. She swiftly followed, thanking the staff and wishing them a Merry Christmas. As she opened the door, she noticed a tall, thickset man who had clearly had too much to drink making a beeline towards Carys, who was unaware of his approach. Alice quickened her step just as the drunk put a hand on Carys' arm and made some sort of remark. Carys recoiled from the alcohol on his breath, and he gripped her more firmly, starting to become aggressive. The two were similar in height, but the man had a distinct advantage in weight.
In a voice almost guaranteed to freeze water, Alice said loudly, "Leave. Her. Alone!" The man swung round, stumbling a little, and began to laugh when he saw the diminutive redhead standing behind him, hands held loosely and slightly in front of her. "Hahaha! The girl's got a puppy dog that growls, has she?"
Letting go of Carys, he lurched towards Alice, who flexed her knees and dropped into a slight crouch, her hands coming up in front of her. Seeing this, the man snarled, "The puppy dog thinks it's got teeth, does it?" and swung a ham-like fist towards Alice's head, which suddenly wasn't there, as she pirouetted on one foot, the other one lancing out towards the man's oncoming fist. The kick connected, and the man howled and seemed to go berserk; yelling incoherently, he dragged a knife out from somewhere and lurched towards Alice, who caught the drunk's wrist in both hands and deftly twisted, forcing the knife out of his hand and pushing his arm high up behind his back. Almost dancing, she thrust him forward until his face slammed into a nearby wall, and he collapsed in a boneless heap.
Carys' eyes widened in shock when the drunken man grabbed her, his grip on her arm tightening painfully, but before she could react, Alice's commanding voice cut through the night air. She watched in awe as Alice sprang into action, her diminutive frame belying the incredible power and skill of her movements. The man's mocking laughter was cut short as Alice effortlessly evaded his clumsy swing.
As he had drawn the knife, Carys felt a surge of primal fear, her heart racing, but Alice's reflexes devastated the threat, and as the attacker crumpled to the ground, Carys rushed to Alice's side, and pulled her into a fierce, protective embrace, her strong arms trying to shield her beloved from any further harm.
"Are you alright?" she wailed, her voice thick with emotion. "I should have been more aware of my surroundings. I'm so sorry...!"
Barely breathing quickly, Alice grinned wolfishly, eyes blazing and pulled out her phone. She called the Police, giving them a crisp, concise account of what had happened. As she finished the call, she suddenly started to shake and clung to Carys as the adrenaline in her system took over.
"Oh god, oh god, sweetheart, are you hurt? Are you all right? He didn't hurt you, did he? I'll kill him if he did!" She was sobbing by the end, and in the distance, the two girls could hear the police sirens.
Carys' heart raced as she held Alice close, the other woman's shaking frame "Shh, Alice, I'm alright," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You were incredible back there!"
As the distant sirens grew louder, Carys turned her attention back to Alice, "But you, sweetie -- are you injured? I couldn't bear it if you were hurt on my account!"
Alice continued to cry with relief as the Police spilled out of their patrol cars, quickly assessing the scene. Two went to the drunk who was starting to regain consciousness, handcuffed him and began to lead him towards one of the patrol cars. As he came alongside the two girls, he pulled against the handcuffs: "I wanna press charges of assault... against the little one with the red hair!" he snarled.
The two officers restraining him looked Alice up and down, and one said to the drunk, "Now mate, she might have given you a good hammering, which you probably deserved, but you bring charges against her, and you'll be the laughing stock of Sydney! Who's going to believe a big bloke like you got laid out by a delicate little scrap like her? (Begging your pardon, of course, Miss!)" He grinned and winked at Alice, who grinned back at him through the drying tears.
Carys exhaled a shaky breath, her arms tightening protectively around Alice as the officers restrained the drunken man. Her eyes were filled with a mix of relief and lingering fear, but softened as she observed the exchange between Alice and the officers.
"My fierce, remarkable love," Carys murmured, her voice laced with awe and adoration. "That was astounding! I'm so thankful that you're okay!"
She turned back to the officers, offering them a grateful nod. "Thanks for your help, guys. I'm just relieved no one was seriously hurt."
Returning her attention to Alice, Carys brushed a stray lock of hair from the other girl's face, "Sweetheart, you must be shaken. Let's get back to the hotel, where I can give you a bit of TLC, hmm?" She took Alice's hand and laced their fingers together, giving Alice's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "I'm all right. We're safe now."
As the patrol car took the drunk away, Alice paid more attention to the other Police officers who had remained. One was a young woman about their age with blonde hair cut in an unruly, curly bob and with a sports enthusiast's well-muscled, toned look. However, her most striking feature was a full tattoo "sleeve" on her left arm depicting an exquisitely rendered oriental dragon with the tail on her wrist and the head somewhere under her short-sleeved uniform shirt. She grinned when she saw Carys and Alice staring at it and walked towards them: "We're going to need a statement from both of you at some point, and I'm not going to ruin what's left of your Christmas by making you come down to the Station now."
Her voice had a distinct lilt to it which Alice immediately recognised as Welsh: "You're from Wales," she blurted, still not fully in control of her emotions. "Was, miss, South Wales, now I'm an Australian from
NEW
South Wales! Emigrated with my girlfriend five or six years ago to escape small-town prejudice." She smiled gently at Alice's dumbfounded look and handed her a card. "Give me a call in a few days, and we'll arrange a meeting in more comfortable surroundings. Oh, and please do it before you go back to Frankfurt, Miss Morgaine. We want to prosecute this one; we don't take kindly to knife crimes... and by the way, your passport photo
really
doesn't do you justice!" Turning to her colleague, she said, "Hey, Pete, can we give these ladies a lift back to their hotel? It's getting a bit late, and our shift finished an hour ago."
Utterly speechless, Alice clutched at Carys' hand, looking up into her lover's bluer-than-blue eyes "How... how...?" Carys laughingly gathered her into a great bear hug, which lifted her tiny soulmate off her feet and kissed her hard.
"Because the niece of Alex Morgaine is probably someone that our wonderful Police Force feels they need to keep an eye on... and have you heard of Immigration? They'll have made a note of everyone who comes across our borders!"
The other officer had finished checking the area and had retrieved the knife, which he'd carefully sealed in a plastic evidence bag. Walking back to the patrol car, he placed the bag in a metal box in the back of the vehicle and nodded to his colleague. "Sure, Gwynne, no reason why not. Let me notify the dispatcher that we're off duty and escorting a couple of crime victims to their home. That'll get the detour authorised, no worries."
The two officers were grinning from ear to ear as they opened the back doors of the squad car and ushered the two girls inside. Alice was very quiet during the journey back to Bondi, but Carys chatted away with the two officers like long-lost friends, especially with the blonde girl, who, she discovered, was named Gwynedd Williams but preferred Gwynne. "It's a double 'D' at the end, but as it's Welsh, it's pronounced 'TH'. I got fed up with trying to explain this to all and sundry," she laughed, "especially this big oaf driving!" She thumped the man affectionately on the arm.
"Nah!" laughed Pete, the senior constable, "Could never get my tongue round it! And it was even worse trying to pronounce Milly's proper name!"
"Milly's my wife," explained Gwynne, "and her name is Jamila, and she's from Algeria. When we first got together, I couldn't get it into my head that the 'I' is pronounced like a long 'E', so I just called her Milly, and it stuck!" It emerged that the two officers were neighbours from adjacent streets in one of the suburbs of Sydney, and the two women were regarded as unofficial aunts to Pete's two children.
At one point, Carys glanced at Alice, who had contributed nothing to the conversation, and saw that her tiny redhead was lost in thought, miles away, and had hugged her. Alice jumped and looked at Carys bemusedly, smiled lovingly, snuggled her head against the tall girl's arm, and lapsed back into her thoughts.
Carys looked puzzled, wondering whether the recent incident was playing on her Alice's mind, but she realised they were almost back at the hotel. She left it for the moment, making a mental note to ask Alice about her thoughts later as the patrol car pulled up outside the hotel.
Thanking the officers for the lift and promising to contact Gwynne after Christmas, the two girls stood on the pavement outside the hotel. Alice hadn't let go of Carys' hand all through the ride and wasn't going to do so now. "Carys?" she said in a very small voice, "Can we go for a walk along the beach and just look at the stars for a while?"
With a loving smile, Carys led Alice toward the beach, the soft sand crunching beneath their feet. Alice snuggled into her, nestling her head in the hollow of the tall girl's shoulder as they walked quietly through the warm summer night. Finally, Alice took a deep breath and stopped. Carys looked down at her petite, beautiful companion in surprise, wondering what the matter was... "Stop a moment, sweetheart, I want to say something important... to me anyway," said Alice.
Confused, Carys halted, gazing down at Alice, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight. She tenderly swept a loose strand of hair from Alice's face, her touch gentle and affectionate. "Of course, love," she whispered, her voice soft and inviting. "I'm here listening, always ..."
Alice gazed up at her blue eyes, which sparkled in the night. "Carys, it's after midnight, it's Christmas Day, and I've been trying to figure out a way to say this without you running a mile, but I can't. So, I'll just say it.
"I have only known you for two days... you have utterly wrecked my life... and put it back together so wonderfully... I don't know how I will ever cope without you now... will you marry me?"
Carys' breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in stunned disbelief as Alice's proposal sank in. She could only stare at the woman before her for a long, breathless moment, her heart pounding with a dizzying mix of joy, sheer adoration and terror!
"Alice..." she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say!"
She rested her forehead gently against Alice's as her eyes slipped shut, a big tear oozing from each one. "Oh god...my wife! Oh wow! Oh, bloody
hell!
" Carys said, her words almost a whispered prayer.
"Yes, my fierce,
amazing
lover! A thousand times, yes! You have stolen my heart, Alice. And I give it to you, freely and without reservation. I am yours, now and always."
Carys reached out, fingers caressing Alice's cheek with the utmost tenderness. "You're not the only one whose life has been dismantled and rebuilt, you know! These past two days with you have been the most phenomenal of my life!"
Alice's lip began to tremble, and tears of joy and relief began to roll down her face. "Oh god, oh my god, I am so happy, I want to cry, but I'm already crying!" Her voice cracked with emotion. "And now you've also wrecked my makeup, you big, beautiful Amazon! Oh god, oh god, I love you, I love you so much... thank you, thank you, thank you!" She stood on tiptoe and pulled Carys' head down so their lips met. Yet again, she felt the searing, electric charge that seemed to flow between them whenever they touched.
Carys' heart swelled with overwhelming happiness. "I love you too, Alice," she murmured against the other girl's lips, her eyes shimmering with tears of pure joy. "More than I ever thought possible. You are my everything."
Alice clutched the tall girl tightly, and when Carys' arms tightened around her reflexively, she said: "Carys, my soulmate, don't say anything, just hold me. I want to see what you are seeing so that we can remember this moment forever." Still in the circle of the bigger girl's arms, she wiggled until they were both facing out to sea, where they stood silent for long minutes, the silence only punctuated by the occasional sniff or happy sob from Alice.
Together, they gazed out at the vast expanse of the dark ocean, the steady rhythm of the waves a soothing backdrop to their intimate embrace. Carys felt Alice's body relax against hers, and she couldn't resist the urge to kiss the top of Alice's head. Eventually, Alice writhed out of Carys' arms and said, "Thank you, sweetie, now let's go home, I've got some buttons to undo with my teeth!" She laughed throatily, the lust evident in her low, throbbing voice.
As Alice finally pulled away, Carys stared at her greedily, her eyes shining. "Home, my fierce, remarkable one? Of course!" she whispered, her voice low and rich with desire. "We can't do what we want out here...even if it
is
dark!" Alice giggled, sending shivers down Carys' spine again, and shook her head.
"No...we can't," she whispered, gently taking Carys' hand and lacing their fingers together as she led the way with light, quick steps. Anticipation almost hummed between them, creating a current that made Carys' heart race.
"Oh, my lord," gasped Carys, "I can't wait to show you how completely you've snared my heart," she murmured, increasing her speed, her gaze almost smoking with longing. "Every touch, every kiss -- it will be a testament to my love for you, and I know how corny that sounds...but it's true!"
Alice struggled to keep up with Carys' long strides, but they dashed through the open doors of the hotel and headed for the elevator. Alice blew a kiss to the tired-looking girl sitting at the main desk, then stopped and spoke to her: "Thank you so much for working on Christmas Day! I do hope you get some time off to enjoy it!" The girl's face lit up at Alice's thoughtful words, and the obvious joy on the two lovers' faces as the lift doors slid shut.
Alice playfully fended Carys off until the doors opened on their floor, and they raced for the room. As the door clicked shut behind them, Alice growled playfully: "You stand very still now; a deal is a deal!" She put her hands gently on Carys' waist and walked around the tall girl, gently tugging the shirt out of her waistband. Alice deftly undid the jacket buttons with her teeth and giggled as it fell to the floor. Suddenly, she stopped, paused... then wailed in mock sorrow: "You're too tall, I can't reach!"
A mischievous grin spread across Carys' face as Alice paused. "Allow me," she rumbled, bending down to sweep Alice into her arms once more. "I wouldn't want you to strain yourself."
Carys lowered her head, capturing Alice's lips in a searing kiss as she guided them towards the bed, their bodies a tangle of desperate, intoxicating desire. Gently placing Alice on the bed, she lowered herself, keeping most of her weight off Alice and on her arms.
Alice wriggled out from under the delicious weight of her lover and scrambled astride her, tugging at the shirt with a lustful urgency, all thoughts of undoing it with her teeth forgotten, as Carys rolled to her back. "No underwear," she gasped breathlessly. "I was... right", she panted as the shirt came off, and she fastened her lips onto Carys' nipple with a desperate urgency. The adoration, the lust, was palpable, making it hard for her to breathe, and she could feel the heat rapidly building to her climax. "Oh god, now Carys, now, I want you, I want you!"
Carys' breath caught in her throat as Alice straddled her, the petite woman's urgent touches igniting a blaze of desire within her. She gazed up at Alice, her azure eyes smouldering with a mixture of love and yearning.
"Oh god...I adore you, Alice!" she breathed, her voice heavy with desire. "I need you so much!" Her hands eagerly explored Alice's curves, each touch intensifying the white heat of passion. She arched towards Alice, claiming her lips in an intense, urgent kiss, casting aside any thoughts of restraint.
"I want you, Alice," Carys growled against the other woman's lips, her hips rocking up to meet Alice's. "Every inch of you, every breath you take. I want all of you so much!"
She trailed frantic, open-mouthed kisses along Alice's jaw, down the elegant column of her neck. Her hands gripped Alice's hips, guiding her into a steady, undulating rhythm. "Now!" She pleaded, her words a desperate, trembling whisper. "I need you, Alice. I need you so desperately!"
"Oh no, no, not yet, not yet!" wailed Alice "I haven't started...
CARYS!
" she screamed, "
COME WITH ME!!
" Her body shuddered with pent-up love, longing and lust in equal measure. "Ahhh... ahhh", she moaned, grinding down on Carys' body.
"I am yours!" Carys growled against Alice's lips. "Always and forever. Let go -- I am here, I am with you."
Alice's breath rasped in her throat as she flung her head back and wailed: "
NOW!
" as her climax began to ripple up from the very ends of her toes, a buzzing, painful, glorious feeling, as her body seemed to turn inside out, throbbing and throbbing, more spreading out to her entire body as she bucked and tossed like a fish on a hook.
Carys gasped as Alice's orgasm claimed her; the petite woman's cries of pleasure sent shockwaves of blissful ecstasy through her own body. She clutched Alice close, her eyes screwed tightly shut.
Wrapped in Carys' arms, Alice continued to shudder, gradually subsiding to a shiver interspersed with an occasional little jerk. After a while, her panting gasps subsided, and in a small, breathy voice, she sang gently: "We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh, no! We could dance and party all night" and gave one of her low giggles.
Carys chuckled warmly, the sound rumbling deep in her chest. She reached out and gently kissed Alice and nuzzled the redhead's neck gently: "My little songbird...!
"No, we don't need to be naked to have a good time, but sometimes, it
really
helps! I do so enjoy peeling away the layers to reveal your gorgeous body!"
Alice suddenly sat up in mock horror! "Oh! Oh! I am soaked, you lustful beast. I need to get these knickers off now, and knowing you, you aren't much better... and when you are deliciously naked, I am going to torture you unmercifully... all night, if necessary, until you experience what I just have!" Carys' heart missed a beat as she giggled throatily again.
Carys' breath caught in her throat as Alice's words washed over her, the petite woman's teasing threat sending a delicious shiver down her spine. Her azure eyes blazed with raging desire as she deftly rolled them over, pinning Alice, giggling, beneath her.
"Is that so, my insatiable minx?" Carys rumbled, her voice low and rich with longing. "Then, by all means, let us get rid of these things..." She leaned down, capturing Alice's lips in a passionate kiss as her nimble fingers made quick work of the other woman's clothing. Alice wriggled and moaned as her few remaining items of clothing came off and as she desperately tried to strip her lover, despite being pinned down!
Carys trailed a path of kisses along Alice's jaw, stopping to nibble her earlobe to the accompaniment of gasps and moans and down the slender column of her neck. Her hands roamed over the other woman's curves, stroking, kneading, every caress igniting a blaze of desire within them both.
"Oh god...I am yours," she moaned, her hips rocking against her lover's in a steady, undulating rhythm. "Do what you want to me...I am powerless to resist you...!"
"Powerless to resist?" grumbled Alice, giggling and panting. "Feels more like you are trying to take over again..." She reached around Carys' taut, fit body, feeling for the big muscles on either side of her spine, and ran her fingernails gently up and down, delighting in the shivering responses from the tall girl, who let out a low, rumbling moan.
"Then take me, my fierce, remarkable one," Carys murmured. "Do what you want to me. I am at your mercy..." Her words were a breathless plea as she arched into Alice's touch, shivering with anticipation. Her eyes were squeezed tight shut, her entire being focused on the exquisite sensation of her lover's intimate caresses.
"Make me tremble," she panted, her hips rolling in a steady, undulating rhythm.
Alice gently forced her onto her back and straddled her again. Dropping her head forward, she kissed Carys fiercely and longingly, and her long auburn locks trailed all over the big brunette. Breaking the embrace, Alice sat up and, grabbing a lock of her gorgeous mane, began to tease the firm pink-brown nipples topping Carys' breasts, laughing in mock evil delight as the girl trapped beneath her began to laugh and squirm, the nipples hardening even more. Her eyes flew open and flashed as she grabbed Alice's hips, fighting the urge to flip her tiny lover onto her back again and take control.
Alice fixed her with a smouldering look and licked her lips so provocatively that the tall girl shivered and gasped in anticipation. As the little redhead slid down her body, the great wash of auburn hair struck sparks from every nerve ending in her already highly stimulated skin. Alice eased her face between Carys' already parted thighs and gently reached up to part the sensitive folds to allow her searching tongue to find what she sought.
When Alice's burrowing tongue found its target, Carys let out a guttural moan, her hips bucking instinctively. She wove her fingers into the auburn tresses, holding the other woman close as a rapturous sensation washed over her. "Alice! Ohh," Carys gasped, her voice thick with need. "Oh yes! There, just there...oh my god, oh god...ungh!"
Gently flicking her tongue, Alice lowered her fingers through the ample moistness of Carys' excitement and gently stroked the outside flesh before allowing her finger to slide slowly in, relishing the feeling of Carys' involuntary spasm clamping down on her finger. With her other hand, she gently extended one finger and with a feather-like touch circled the lower opening to Carys' body, feeling her lover's hips buck at the unexpected touch, then relax again with a breathy moan. With a voice made husky by love, lust and desire, Alice murmured: "I told you that I'm going to torture you, all night, if necessary, to make you squeal the way you made
ME
squeal...and this is just the start..." as she increased the tempo of her caresses.
As Alice's fingers and tongue probed and caressed, Carys writhed beneath her, every touch igniting blinding sparks of ecstasy. She arched into the feather-light caresses, a choked cry of pure bliss tearing from her lips.
"Yes, YES," Carys keened, her azure eyes smouldering with uninhibited desire. "Make me scream!" She clutched Alice close, pulling the petite woman into her as her body shook with a primal need, her every nerve ending alight with the promise of exquisite, unrelenting torment.
Alice needed no urging and quickened her tongue and finger movements, wondering what the chemistry between them was that allowed her desire to be building quite so soon after that earth-shattering orgasm so recently. Even as she tantalised the bigger girl unmercifully, she found it difficult to stop her own hips from moving and to quieten her ragged breathing. She could feel Carys' finely toned, muscular legs tightening and heard her whimpers as she worked and worked to give her lover the joy that she had just experienced.
Carys writhed beneath Alice's delicate touches, her body coiling tighter and tighter with exquisite sensation. She fought the overwhelming urge to take control, to flip them over and claim the tiny redhead as her own. "Alice," she rasped, her voice cracking with emotion. "I can't go on much longer...oooh...god...Oh! I love you! I'm nearly...ohmygod...oh...ooh!"
Carys' hips rolled in a steady, undulating rhythm, her thighs trembling as Alice's darting tongue and nimble fingers brought her ever closer to the precipice of bliss. "Ungh,
yes
," she moaned, her eyes on fire with lust. "Don't stop! I'm so close, make me come,
pleeeease!
" Carys seized the bedsheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought to lie still beneath Alice's torturous caresses -- the pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until she could no longer contain it.
"
Alllliiiice!
" she screamed, her entire body shuddering with the force of her climax. She arched up, all her muscles straining as she surrendered to the blissful waves of rapture washing over her.
It was all Alice needed, as she felt Carys shuddering underneath her; her own orgasm pierced her body like a knife. With little plaintive cries, she crawled up Carys' bucking body, her lips still covered in her lover's moisture, to kiss those lips of desire so that she could taste her own release.
Carys trembled and shook beneath Alice, their mutual climax rolling over them in tidal waves of pleasure. She pulled the tiny redhead close, revelling in her own taste upon her lips.
Carys felt a delightful shiver run through her as Alice's lips met hers, making her entire body tremble excitedly. She mirrored the intensity of the kiss, pouring her heart into it, her sapphire eyes glowing with adoration.
"Oh, dear god," Carys panted, her voice shaking with shock. "Shit! I can't breathe!"
She gathered Alice close, cradling the other woman tenderly against her as the aftershocks of their shared orgasm coursed through them. She pressed tiny kisses to Alice's forehead, between her gasping breaths, her fingertips tracing gentle patterns along her beloved's spine.
"
That
was...unbelievable!" Carys murmured, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she stared into the sea-green ones so close to her own. "I've never felt anything like that before...!" Mutely, Alice shook her head, a tear forming in the corner of each eye as she grinned like a Cheshire cat!
Slowly, reverently, Carys rolled them onto their sides, their limbs tangling together as she drank in the sight of her lover. Her heart swelled with profound, all-consuming love -- a love that had consumed her very being.
"I am yours, Alice," she breathed, her words a trembling, heartfelt promise. "Now and forevermore!"
"Oh... oooohhh... Carys," the tiny redhead breathed raggedly, "Oh God, I love you so much... you are so good for me." She nestled her head in between the big woman's firm breasts, breathing in a faint trace of a floral perfume mingled with sun cream, and said: "I could just lie here like this forever, and pass away straight to heaven!" She snaked her arms under Carys' armpits and up her shoulder blades to clutch gently at the collarbone on each side, she rubbed her head gently back and forward purring almost like a cat as she pulled her knees up to her stomach and curled into the body of her lover, "but I won't, not only because there is so much more I have to give you... but also..." and her voice went cross "I need to pee!" Batting aside Carys' searching hands, she hopped off the bed and scampered to the bathroom, giggling...
Carys watched with amusement as Alice scurried off, her heart swelling with pure joy. She chuckled warmly, shaking her head gently in disbelief. She felt utterly, hopelessly captivated by Alice's infectious energy, boundless passion, and sheer, unadulterated zest for life. She shivered as she realised that she already missed the tiny redhead so much that it felt as if something had been torn from her body, leaving an aching void! Astoundingly, she could feel tears pricking her eyes...
When Alice finally emerged, Carys extended her arms in a silent invitation, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "Welcome back," she murmured, her voice thick with affection. "I've missed your warmth already."
Alice didn't get straight back into bed. Instead, she leaned forward over Carys' face, puckering for a gentle kiss as the big brunette lifted her head in response. Artfully dodging Carys' reaching hands, she hopped back on the bed and knelt there, gazing with love into Carys' bluer-than-blue eyes, lost in a momentary reverie.
Then, her eyes twinkled mischievously. "You know what people say, don't you?" she asked, continuing without waiting for any answer. "They say that you are truly in love when you don't care if the other person hears you going to the toilet!" Her body shaking with laughter, she flung herself into Carys' arms, nestling her head back between her breasts and said, "Now go to sleep, Amazon, we've got a lot to do tomorrow...today!"
Carys chuckled, her eyes twinkling with delight as she pulled Alice close. She kissed her tiny lover's forehead, a radiant smile lighting up her face. Gently, she stroked her fingers through Alice's hair, the soothing motion lulling them both into a contented, drowsy haze.
She gazed lovingly at the woman in her arms, her heart swelling with overwhelming joy. "Sleep," Carys whispered gently. I will be right here. I'll be your dream-catcher."
As Alice drifted off, Carys gently nuzzled her, wrapping her in a warm, protective embrace. She allowed her eyes to close, letting the soothing rhythm of Alice's breathing lull her into a blissful, peaceful slumber.
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Cheerleader Lindsay's Big Easy Gangbang
Welcome readers. This is part five in the Cheerleader Lindsay series.
Lindsay is a junior transfer student at Baylor Tech and a member of the cheerleading squad. Her wild sexual adventures evolve from a bet between rival football teams. Baylor Tech loses to Virginia University, leading to Lindsay meeting up with five aggressive jocks at a warehouse.
The sexual rollercoaster continues the next day when she is pulled over by two undercover detectives working in the rough part of town. Three younger cops join them at an abandoned toy car factory to dominate Lindsay.
Returning to campus, Lindsay gets into a fight with her boyfriend Jake. Joe and Sean witness the fight. They interfere, Jakes leaves, and her rescuers take Lindsay to the Baylor Astronomy Observatory for wild times.
Chapter 4 details Lindsay being summoned to the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips's office. Police Chief Conrad and football coach Aberdeen join them. The three older men, having learned of the wager with Virginia University, grill Lindsay and threaten her with expulsion. In desperation, Lindsay utters "Eagles over Broadway", a phrase the detectives told her to say if she got into trouble. Police Chief Conrad is duped. Thinking Lindsay might be an undercover agent, they strike a deal. Lindsay will scout the football team's upcoming opponents. She will be unhindered as she looks for drug connections and playbooks. Her first trip is to Louisiana. We pick up the story after her first night in town.
Lindsay looked down at her phone after getting out of her hotel room shower. Stephanie was calling again. 'I guess I'd better answer this one,' Lindsay thought. 'Third time she's called this morning, and she never does that. This better be good.'
"Lindsay?" Stephanie hollered rapidly into the phone. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning and last night."
"Okay, girl. What is going on?" Lindsay asked. She could hear a very excited Steph and it was easy to imagine her spark plug of a friend bouncing around the room as she talked.
"So much. So much," Steph answered. "Look, are you still out of town?"
Stretching, Lindsay felt sore from her wild night with Derek, Walter, and Steve. "Yeah, I am," Lindsay replied. "I wanted to head back this morning but I still have business to do." By business, Lindsay was referring to her mission. She had met football players from Louisiana University but she hadn't gotten any pictures of their playbook.
"Well, great," Steph shouted. "Awesome, don't go anywhere. I am coming for a visit."
Stunned, Lindsay nervously asked, "How do you know where I am?" Lindsay missed hanging out with Steph, but her trip to Louisiana was a secret.
Steph happily shared her detective skills, "I bumped into your landlady. You know we were supposed to hang out last night. I never heard from you so I went over to your place."
"I can't believe Cheryl told you where I was going," Lindsay said, full of exasperation. "I don't remember telling her I was going anywhere."
"Oh, sorry. She didn't tell me anything," Steph began explaining.
"What? I don't get it," Lindsay asked as she tried to grasp the logic gaps she was accustomed to getting from Steph.
"Puzzled, eh?" Steph giggled excitedly into the phone. "You know me, I wouldn't pry like that. What happened was, when I got to your place there were a bunch of roses sitting on your porch."
"Go on," Lindsay prompted Steph while wondering who had sent the roses.
"Your landlady let me into your place so I could put the roses into a vase," Steph gasped, brimming with elation. She was talking so fast it was as if she had just been sprinting. "I looked at your calendar. You wrote Big Easy in big letters. Super exciting."
"You are cracking me up," Lindsay observed. "So, why super exciting and who sent me roses?"
"Ah, I was wondering when you would ask," Steph chuckled. "You know how I have a research project due in my anthropology course?"
"You mentioned it more than once," Lindsay responded. "I thought the issue was you couldn't decide who to focus on."
Lindsay was bringing up a good point. Steph often wrestled with indecision. Proud to be bucking that trend, she revealed, "True, but here is the thing. I went to see my professor. I asked him for some help. He is kind of cute, by the way."
"You didn't, did you?" Lindsay asked. She encouraged Steph to go to office hours to ask questions, not to trade sex for grades.
"No," Steph howled with laughter. Choking, she said, "Not yet. He is cute and all. He had a list of people to choose from. I picked Paul Morphy. The famous chess player from New Orleans."
"Chess?" Lindsay asked. "Is he from the right time period?"
Steph loved surprising Lindsay. Many people underestimated Steph, even Lindsay. What made Lindsay special was she wasn't afraid to tell Steph when she was amazed. "Of course Paul Morphy is an example of pre-Civil War multiculturalism. His dad was Spanish and Irish, and his mom was French Creole. Besides, he was on the professor's list."
"You already knew all that?" Lindsay asked, stunned.
"You sound almost as surprised as the professor," Steph answered confidently. "You should have seen him. One minute he is staring at my tits and the next he leaps out of his chair. He almost fell over. The best part is he said there is already a grant in place to fund a trip to New Orleans."
"Cool," Lindsay declared. Knowing Steph had business of her own to take care of was a comfort to Lindsay. "Awesome, I already have a hotel room. Ring me as soon as you get in and I will give you the details."
"Now you're talking," Steph responded. "Roses?"
"I almost forgot. Come on, tell me who sent them," Lindsay urged.
"Six letters, starts with a W. I'll keep you guessing until I see you. I will bring the card with me," Steph uttered playfully.
"Hmmm, see you soon," Lindsay chimed back at Steph. She thought, 'Well, that was pretty obvious of her. Starts with a W. That had to be Wilson.' Lindsay smiled. She had been meaning to get ahold of Wilson now that she had made arrangements with the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips. Baylor Tech had very strict rules against cheerleaders fraternizing with football players from opposing schools during the football season. As part of her agreement to scout opposing teams, Lindsay made sure this prohibition was waived.
"Hey stud, thanks for the flowers," Lindsay texted Wilson.
Wilson responded right away with a heart, arrow, and prayer emoji.
"You are praying to have your heart pierced?" Lindsay texted back.
"Close to the mark, I thought I scared you away. I was praying I had an impact," Wilson wrote in his response.
"Impact, lol. You did. I thought you called it rooting," Lindsay joked back in her text. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you until the season was over."
"Stupid rules," Wilson responded. "I guess you are the obedient type."
"I am. You like that I recall. Dazed star-eyed emoji," Lindsay flirted.
"Sweating wide-eyed emoji. I was expecting you to chuck a wobbly or carry on like a pork-chop," Wilson wrote, mindful that his Australian slang might be hard to understand.
After a pause, Wilson sent a selfie of his sweaty upper body. He texted, "Translation. Some rules are meant to be broken. Easy to do as long as you are not obvious about it."
"Oh. Gotcha. I do value my privacy. Baylor is quite anal smile emoji about the rules and I am on scholarship," Lindsay answered. She added, "two smile emojis. Good news. Don't have to wait for the season to be over for smile emoji."
"When? I've been dreaming of smile emoji with you," Wilson frantically typed.
"So, aren't there cute girls who are into smile emoji at Virginia University?" Lindsay asked. "You probably have heaps of them all over you. Nice pic btw." Lindsay looked up how to say plenty of in Australian slang. She wanted to show effort. Pleased that Wilson didn't stoop to sending a dick pic she had to think about what kind of photo to send of herself.
"Plenty, yes. No great shakes though all the lassies are half-pie," Wilson texted about his current situation. He had been getting laid but no one got his juices flowing like Lindsay did.
"Naughty boy, lol," Lindsay wrote. She found Wilson's confidence and carefree nature to be very attractive.
"Do your best to be naughty yourself. You lush ten. You can confess your 'sins' when we meet up," Wilson flirted back.
Lindsay sent a selfie of her lips and added a star struck emoji along with a big thumbs up. She thought to herself, 'I'm going to have a lot of confessing to do." Smiling, she put her phone away and hopped back in the shower. Removing the showerhead from the wall, Lindsay used the nozzle to play with herself. Last night was pretty wild. Now, with Wilson's encouragement and Stephanie's arrival, she craved doing her best to push her sexual adventure further.
"So you're going to tell me what you are doing down here?" Steph asked as she bounced into the hotel room.
"Well, you know," Lindsay responded half-blushing.
Steph looked at Lindsay closely. She sensed a lot of mischievousness in the air. "Or should I ask who or whom have you been doing down here? Please tell me there are hot guys in the South."
"Hot guys? Of course there are hot guys in the South. There are hot guys everywhere," Lindsay answered as she poked Steph's arm.
"I was hoping you knew a place to go," Steph said, feverish with excitement. "I think Brad has been spending too much time with Fiona. It's my turn to cut loose. I've been way too good for too long. I've kind of developed a yearning for black guys after sleeping with Monte. He's not very aggressive. I am hoping this will get me the kind of BBC I am looking for." Stephanie stuck out her tongue, displaying her new tongue ring.
"Wow, girl," Lindsay replied, wide-eyed. "Guys go crazy for tongue rings. You already have it going on with your blonde hair, beautiful skin, and rocking tits. You might cause a riot."
"You like it?" Steph asked. She got a kick out of Lindsay's compliments. Steph was aware she was regarded as the hot little blonde by many but she felt Lindsay was more attractive and respected. Steph wasn't really into women but if Lindsay hit on her she knew she would have a hard time saying no. "I haven't even had a chance to break it in yet."
"Very sexy, but you'll have to save it for the boys at the Blue Hornet, you are not using it on me," Lindsay laughed. "I bet it feels pretty good."
"Cute guys?" Steph asked with anticipation.
"Handsome, BBC guys," Lindsay whispered. "Ones that lust after hot little blondes with tongue rings." Lindsay looked at Steph whimsically as she wondered, 'How big of a cock can that sassy little mouth handle.'
Steph stared back at Lindsay. It was as if she could hear Lindsay's thoughts. Steph strained her jaw and opened her mouth as wide as she could. She smiled at Lindsay, "That's what I am here to find out."
"Meet me at this address after 10 p.m. You've got the afternoon to do your research on Paul Morphy," Lindsay urged.
"He was a genius. He won the First American Chess Congress in 1857. He destroyed all his opponents. He went to Europe after that and played a famous game called the opera game," Steph rambled joyfully.
"The opera game, why is it called that? And how do you know so much about chess," Lindsay asked full of wonderment. She marveled at how Steph sure was full of surprises.
"I was ranked number six in the state when I played chess in high school," Steph revealed.
"Seriously?" Lindsay asked, feigning a stern look.
Steph nodded her head back at Lindsay.
"You got me on that one," Lindsay laughed. "There is a lot I can't say about my trip here, but you deserve this." Lindsay paused as she thought about what to say. "So I met three really hot guys last night and had a great fucking time fucking them."
Steph smiled. She was happy Lindsay finally shared a glimpse into her sex life. Steph made the motion of a zipper being closed across her lips. "Sweet, see you at 10 p.m. then."
Lindsay winked at Steph. "Don't mention we're from Baylor Tech, football players from Louisiana University may be at the bar. We will play them in a couple of weeks."
"If they are big enough I don't plan on saying much at all," Steph said as she mocked giving head to a large imaginary cock. "Don't worry, I understand."
Lindsay laughed as she gathered a bag and went to exit the hotel room. Turning to Steph, she made sure the door was shut. "I almost forgot. There is a new drug floating around. It makes women really horny. All their inhibitions fade away. Not that you would need it. So you might want to avoid it, or maybe not. Just giving you a heads-up."
"Never heard of that. Sounds interesting," Steph giggled as she started to unpack her bag. As Lindsay left in her rental car, Steph looked at the bed in the hotel room and wondered, 'Will either of us sleep here tonight?'
"Thanks for letting me come over," Lindsay said to Derek as he opened the door to Steve's apartment.
"Here she is," Derek hollered up the stairs as he followed Lindsay. He was admiring her ass as she wiggled up each step.
Lindsay paused and looked back at Derek. "Enjoying the view?"
He pulled up close to Lindsay. "How could I not," Derek whispered as he grabbed her ass with his giant open palm. She turned and kissed him passionately. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths. "You were smoking hot last night."
"You weren't so bad yourself, stud," Lindsay mumbled in a sexy voice. She touched Derek's cock through his pants.
Derek gave Lindsay's ass a hard smack as they walked into Steve's living room. Walter and Steve were sitting on couches facing each other. They both nodded approvingly at Lindsay.
"Lindsay, this is Leopold," Derek announced as he motioned towards Leopold, who spun his chair around to face Lindsay.
"My, my, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Leopold," Leo declared as he stretched his long arm out towards Lindsay.
"Whoops," Lindsay yelped as she slid in her heels when she extended her hand to greet Leo. He caught her fall as she landed in his lap.
"Well, hello there, darling," Leo expressed with delight in a heavy southern accent.
"Sorry about that," Lindsay stammered as she admired the 6-foot-6-inch, very muscular African-American. "I don't usually lose my balance even in these stripper heels." His touch was very warm and gentle for such a strong man.
"Nice shoes," Leo said as he imagined the gorgeous dark-haired bombshell stripping in front of him.
"Are you teammates with Walter and Steve?" Lindsay asked as she remained sitting on Leo's lap.
"Sure am, ma'am," Leo answered with a grin. "Bonswa belle dame. (Hello beautiful lady) We work well together. Tu es tres chaud. (You are very hot.)"
"Thank you," Lindsay responded. She was feeling very charmed by Leo. She loved accents, and his southern creole tones were very alluring. "You missed a fun night," Lindsay mentioned, flirting as she winked at Steve and Walter. "I didn't think I would be staying but I am here for another night."
"Would you like a drink?" Derek offered as he motioned for Lindsay to stay put.
"Sure," Lindsay answered. "If you all will join me in having one."
Derek returned with a tray of Irish Car Bombs. He passed out the drinks and then paused in front of Lindsay. "Would you like spice in yours?"
"Well, I am only in town for another night," Lindsay answered, pausing to bite her lip. "I don't know. Will you guys be able to keep up with me?"
"Taunting us? Sexy and sassy," Leo observed. He felt his blood flowing through his veins as the vixen on his lap was rapidly increasing his state of arousal.
"Ok, go ahead. I do have a favor to ask," Lindsay said as she motioned for Derek to supplement her drink.
While Derek stirred powder from a vial into Lindsay's drink, she explained Steph would be meeting up later at the Blue Hornet. Lindsay detailed how her hot small blonde friend was up for a wild night. She cautioned that it would be best not to overwhelm Steph, but rather they should slowly ramp up the excitement. Lindsay explained how they were competitive and that it would be entertaining to see Steph gradually pushed to her limits.
"So is she a tease?" Steve asked, trying to get a clear picture of the situation.
The guys were all astonished at their luck. Not only did they have a hot girl talking about sex, she spoke of her hot friend joining them.
"No, she's not a tease," Lindsay snickered at them. "She's got a new tongue ring she is hoping to test out on BBC." Lindsay watched their jaws drop. "Hold on, let me be clear. I want you to recruit your friends to help out."
"Of course," Leo declared. He caught the vibe. Lindsay wasn't looking to share. Leo gave Lindsay's ass an aggressive squeeze.
Lindsay sighed and smiled at Leo. "I think Leo here is getting the idea." Lindsay downed her shot. She had spied the Louisiana University football playbook on Steve's desk earlier. Having downed her drink with spice, Lindsay knew she had to act quickly.
"Want to see these heels in action?" Lindsay asked as she slowly got up from Leo's lap. She made a point of grinding slightly against his semi-erect member.
"Sure, ma'am. Je veux voir ton cul bouger (I want to see your ass move)," Leo uttered seductively.
Lindsay's knowledge of French was fairly limited. What she didn't understand, she found sexy to listen to. "Oui, oui. I'll let you see," Lindsay waxed. "Let's have you guys hang out in the other room so I can make a grand entrance."
Realizing she meant the bedroom which was next to the living room, the guys quickly zipped to the room with the bed. Lindsay grabbed the playbook and put it in her bag.
"You guys should smoke a joint while I freshen up and change in the bathroom," Lindsay suggested.
Her plan worked like a charm. With her wits still about her, Lindsay quickly took pictures of the playbook with her phone. She stepped out of the bathroom, put the book back on Steve's desk, and asked, "Hey Steve, is it alright if I borrow your razor?"
"Sure," Steve replied gleefully as he jumped out of the bedroom. "Let me show you where I keep it."
Lindsay smiled coyly at Steve. She was wrapped in a towel she brought and was wearing a skin-tight t-shirt. Her hard nipples were all too easy to see through the t-shirt.
"Feeling the spice?" Steve asked. His eyes, dazzled by the outline of Lindsay's breasts, sparkled. He felt a rush of blood flowing to his cock.
"A little," Lindsay answered. "It's a little cool here." She paused and stared back. "You want to help me shave?"
"Oh, hmmm. My, my," Steve stammered as he opened the drawer with the shaving supplies. "Fuck, if I do, that would cancel your performance."
"Well, put on some good music and I will be right out," Lindsay muttered as she closed the bathroom door.
Lindsay shaved her pussy smooth as glass and put on a hot red lingerie outfit. She put on a pair of bright white stockings. The nylons felt electric against her skin. She was pleased she had gotten her photos of the playbook. Now it was time to have a little fun. Lindsay was feeling very horny and was full of erotic anticipation.
She always found the second and third time she slept with someone to be more exciting than the first. Guys were less reserved when they were more comfortable. Lindsay was turned on by aggressive, dominating men. She tended to flirt aggressively when she first hooked up. While this caused several of her partners to step back at first, they often became much more aggressive on the second encounter.
"She is dynamite," Leo declared to Steve, Walter, and Derek while Lindsay was in the bathroom. "Are you sure she is not a tease?"
"Dude, relax," Walter explained. "Roll with it, but don't feel like you have to hold back. She likes it rough and she likes to be told what to do."
"That drink should be kicking in," Derek mentioned as he put a porn on the big screen.
"Don't you have anything more hardcore?" Walter asked.
"Let me get some music going," Steve said as he pointed to a drawer in his dresser. "Check the bottom drawer."
Steve got the music going while Walter found a bondage gangbang video.
Lindsay heard the pulsing music. She finished putting on her make-up and strolled toward the bedroom. "Hands behind your backs, gentlemen," Lindsay announced as she clicked her heels.
Twirling around the room, Lindsay flowed with elegance riding an erotic wave of energy. She was wearing an overcoat she had grabbed from the living room. In time with the music she slowly revealed what the overcoat was covering.
The men whistled and called for Lindsay to show more. She removed the overcoat completely. She placed it over the screen. "The real show is in front of you," she announced.
Lindsay got on her knees and crawled towards Leo. He stood up and unzipped his pants as Walter, Derek, and Steve formed a semi-circle behind Lindsay. She put her hands on Leo's naked thighs. Rubbing her face on Leo's underwear, she could feel his massive cock on her cheek.
Leo bent down and pinched Lindsay's nipples aggressively yet firmly. "Are you ready to do as you are told?"
Lindsay nodded and bit her lip. She stared up at Leo with lust flowing from her eyes and lips. "I am."
Leo pulled his underwear down, unleashing his engorged member. He was massive. At at least nine and a half inches, his was the biggest cock in the room. Lindsay felt her pussy tingle. She gazed at Leo's cock.
As he started to rub the bulbous head across her lips and chin, Derek slid on his back underneath Lindsay. At first Lindsay looked down when she felt Derek's hands spreading her legs open. Then came the wild sensation of his tongue pushing through her nylons. Derek skillfully fluttered up and down Lindsay's moist slit.
Looking up, Lindsay felt Leo's cock pressing against her mouth. She opened her jaws and strained to take all of his girth. She couldn't remember having to open her mouth wider before.
"Wow, you're fucking huge," Lindsay blurted as Leo backed out.
"Open up, now turn and tilt your head back," Leo directed as he moved Lindsay around.
Derek and Walter pulled Lindsay's nylons off. Steve grabbed a vibrator out of his dresser. Derek was back underneath Lindsay. As Derek sped up his circling tongue movements on Lindsay's pussy, Leo started to jab and pound away on Lindsay's throat.
Leo slapped Lindsay's cheeks when he got close to getting his cock all the way down Lindsay's throat. "Good girl, take it all." As Lindsay's make-up started to run, Leo became more aggressive.
Derek was eating her out with a fever. Lindsay felt her loins stirring. Her legs began to twitch.
"Are you going to come?" Leo demanded as he bounced his cock off Lindsay's forehead.
"Fuck, his tongue feels so good," Lindsay moaned. "Fuck, fuck."
"Tell him how good it feels," Leo urged, pinching Lindsay's nipples.
"Fuck, Derek, your tongue is getting me so wet," Lindsay whimpered. "Yes, yes, right there. Don't stop. Don't stop."
Steve and Walter removed Lindsay's bra and started bouncing their cocks off her breasts.
They massaged oil on her tits as Leo started to make out with Lindsay. Leo was a very good kisser.
"Oh, fuck, you guys are getting me so turned on," Lindsay wailed as her orgasm was becoming harder to hold off. Derek started slapping Lindsay's ass, pushing her over the edge.
"Fuck, fuck. I'm fucking cummmmmming all over your tongue," Lindsay bellowed lustfully. "Please, fuck me. I wanna get fucked so bad."
Leo lay back on the bed while the other three men slowly picked Lindsay up and lowered her onto Leo's cock.
"What a nice tight pussy," Leo declared as he thrust himself into Lindsay.
"Holy shit, your cock is so big," Lindsay cried out as she felt herself being torn in two. She clung to Leo's back as he straightened up and forced her further down on his massive cock. He kissed her deeply as tears streamed down her cheeks.
His cock stung like hell. Slowly, the sensation of being so stuffed became more and more pleasurable. Lindsay kissed Leo back passionately as she began to pound her fists into his back. "Fuck me you fucker," she bawled. "Give me that cock."
Leo started pounding away. Lindsay howled with pleasure."Your cock feels so fucking good, you bastard."
The other men responded to the erotic scene by grabbing and slapping Lindsay. They peppered her with taunts about how hard she was going to get fucked.
"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum again. I am fucking cummmming," Lindsay screamed. This orgasm was more powerful than her first. Her legs were quaking as she felt her pleasure zone explode.
As Lindsay struggled to regain her breath, Leo reinserted his pulsating cock back into her pussy. Steve placed the vibrator on her hood.
"Fuck, that is strong," Lindsay stammered."Oh my fucking god. Oh shit. Oh shit. I'm cummmmmming," Lindsay trashed about, kicking a few of them with her feet.
Leo continued to hammer away on Lindsay. He pulled her toward him, kissing her deeply.
Walter and Derek started to apply lube to Lindsay's ass.
She was startled. She felt fear and excitement race through her body. She knew they were getting her ass ready to be fucked. Having already cum three times she was like putty in their hands.
"Wow," Lindsay moaned as she felt her ass cheeks being spread apart. One digit breached her asshole and then another.
Leo put his hands around Lindsay's throat. "Ready to get your ass fucked?" he asked.
"I'm ready," Lindsay whimpered while nodding her head. "Use me like a fuck toy."
She felt two hands gripping her waist. Lindsay started bucking her hips backward as she felt a cockhead pressing against her asshole. As Leo pulled himself outward she yelped as a cock entered in her ass. "So full. Both my holes are fucking stuffed," Lindsay moaned.
She reached out to her sides and felt a hard cock in each hand. She looked up to see she was stroking Walter and Steve. Leo and Derek pistoned like magic in and out of her holes in perfect rhythm. "Oh my God. You are fucking me so good."
Leo began to shake and pound Lindsay even harder. "I am cumming," he shouted as his cock exploded inside Lindsay's womb. His semen felt so warm, and Lindsay became even more aroused. "Keep pounding my ass," she urged Derek.
"Take it deep. I am cumming," Derek howled as his cock unleashed several loads of gooey cum into Lindsay's ass.
"Oh, fuck that feels so hot," Lindsay wailed with pleasure. She was thrilled with how aggressive they were being. It was a sensation that became a burning desire. She darted her head back and forth between Steve and Walter. They were slapping her tits and fucking her face forcefully. A long string of saliva dangled off Lindsay's chin.
Walter motioned for Derek and Leo to pick Lindsay up in the air. Positioning themselves underneath her, Lindsay felt herself being lowered onto two cocks. Walter and Steve steadied Lindsay as they pushed both their cocks into Lindsay's pussy.
"Fuck, you are filling me up. You're stuffing me full with both your cocks in my tight little pussy," Lindsay groaned.
"We are just getting started," Walter taunted Lindsay as he thrust himself deeper. "Take us both, all the way."
"Fuck, there are two cocks in my pussy," Lindsay cried.
"You fucking love it, don't you?" Leo asked while holding Lindsay by the face.
Lindsay nodded. Leo asked again and Lindsay nodded while writhing around with pleasure.
"Tell them how much you love it," Leo demanded sternly.
"I love getting my holes fucked by your cocks. I love it when you ram two cocks into my fucking pussy." Lindsay moaned deeply. She became more aroused by their taunts and by being told what to do.
"That's a good little slut," Leo declared. "Tell them what you want."
"Oh fuck, you're making me feel so nasty," Lindsay whimpered.
"Tell them or else you're going to get it," Derek urged.
Lindsay bit her lip. They were pushing her to reveal her darker fantasies.
"Do it, do it," Derek chanted. Soon the others joined in the chant.
Lindsay felt herself freely letting her safeguards go. She knew once she voiced her darkest fantasies there would be no denying her inner urges.
"I want a lot more cock. I want guys to cum all over me while I get fucked relentlessly. I want rough, hard, and aggressive cocks stuffing me," Lindsay confessed. "Oh shit. You are making me cummmmmmmm. Fuck. I can't believe I told you what I really want."
Walter and Steve exploded at the same time, sending a dual blast of cum inside Lindsay's pussy as she rolled through wave after wave of orgasm.
They let Lindsay rest for a bit.
"Time to meet your friend," Leo informed Lindsay as she began to stir. She had a very satisfied glow on her face.
"You guys really fucked me," Lindsay mumbled. "Wow, I can't believe how long it took you to cum."
"We are all on viagra," Walter revealed.
"That's not the half of it," Leo clarified. "Don't let him fool you. You are such a hot sex kitten it blows my mind."
"I can't believe what I told you," Lindsay said as she tried to read their reactions. "It was the heat of the moment. You probably don't remember."
Leo grabbed Lindsay by the back of the neck and pulled her close to him. "We remember and we know you were serious. Don't try to bullshit us."
"Okay, I won't try to bullshit you," Lindsay responded. She felt her mental guard swoon down again. She stared at Leo lustfully.
He nodded toward Lindsay. His dominance sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Without saying a word, Leo was letting her know he accepted the challenge of pushing her toward her darkest fantasies.
She kissed Leo deeply as she got up from the bed.
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Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 07
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Taboo/Incest
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I opened the door, and she rushed in. I was her big, older, stronger Uncle, but she knocked the wind out of me with her hug. I had hardly been touched in days. It hit me how much I needed human contact.
I hugged her back.
"I followed you Uncle Carl. I had to. Please don't send me home, I just -- please don't send me home. Mom didn't send me, Aunt Michelle didn't send me, this was all my idea, I just had to see you. I need to know you're okay. I just -- I needed you."
I realized I needed her too. I didn't say a word.
"Let me spend the night Uncle Carl. I can't imagine what this has been like for you, but I bet you've been alone long enough. I'll -- we'll -- I don't think you should be alone."
"You can stay Hannah."
"Are you hungry?"
"No, I -- wait. Yes I damn well am."
"Let's go get some food."
We found a decent place a few blocks away. It didn't matter, really, it was edible. Now that I was eating, my appetite returned with a vengeance. I cleared my plate, then dessert, then an appetizer. Nope, I can't tell you what any of it was, except filling. We didn't talk much over dinner. Mostly because it's hard to talk with that much work getting done, but also because I was easing back into being around people.
Lovers.
We drove back to the room. I was full, I had my niece with me, and I'd learned a lot. My phone buzzed. It was my sister.
"She didn't tell me she was going to follow you but thanks for not sending her home. I'd have worried about her, and I think you need each other. Just company. We all love you."
"Love you little sister."
I looked up from the phone and Hannah had crawled into bed. Nothing had ever looked so inviting -- all I saw was comfort, and rest. I pulled off everything but my boxers and crawled into bed. I fell asleep faster than I had in days.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I was spooning my niece. She was naked. I didn't even know if she'd already been naked when we went to bed. I pulled her to myself and fell back asleep.
I woke up hours later. Moonlight slipped between the windows. My erection slipped through Hannah's fingers. I started to tell her we couldn't, we had to wait, and then I told myself it was time to take charge. If Melissa and I were going to work, there was going to have to be some give and take. She had her kinks. I had mine. She'd have to understand that.
"Do you want this?"
"Yes Uncle Carl."
"I do too." I leaned in and kissed her. She threw her arms around me and kissed me back, hard. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, then sucked them. She was stroking my erection, making the precum flow. She'd stop occasionally to lick her hand and taste me.
"I want your mouth, baby" I whispered.
That's all I had to say. She slid down, cuddling against my leg. She kissed my tip, then licked my balls. She ran her tongue up my shaft from the root to tip, and then I was in her mouth. She worked her way down, sucking a bit more of me each time. About three quarters was all she could take comfortably.
"Am I doing a good job Uncle Carl? Do you like it?"
"I love it sweetheart. Your mouth is wonderful."
"I know I'm not as good as Mommy -- I love watching her suck you -- but I'll practice Uncle Carl, as much as we can."
"That sounds wonderful little one." I moved her head back to my shaft, and she sucked me back in. I wished it wasn't so dark in the room -- I love watching a woman suck me. Her mother or Melissa -- oh, that thought stung a bit -- were better, but Hannah's affection was just what I needed. I hadn't cum in days, so she got me close pretty quickly.
"Hannah, let me lay down. Come here." She pulled away and I moved to the center of the bed. I guided her onto my face. She swung around so she was facing my erection. I pulled her down, needing to taste her -- and to give my dick time to calm down. She sighed deeply as my lips found her clit. I gave her a few broad licks to gather her flavors -- she was already very wet. And then I concentrated on her clit.
"Oh fuck I've missed your tongue Uncle Carl, I've missed you so much oh FUCK! Oh fuck oh fuck I didn't know if you'd ever want me again. Fuck yes, lick my little cunt fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Show me you want me Uncle Carl please!"
She continued on as my tongue worked her clit. I was loving her enthusiasm, her need, her filthy mouth. She inspired me, and I put it all into my tongue. She'd lean over and suck me down and then, and the jolt of her wet mouth engulfing me drove me crazy. Her words started to turned to nonsense and then she went silent as her body shook. Her hard clit almost bruised my tongue. Her thighs shook, and she gasped my name. It was beautiful to watch, and even better because I'd given her that orgasm.
"Lay back and open your legs" I told her. She shuddered a few more times, and then dismounted my face. She leaned over and kissed me from above, running her tongue over my perfumed face -- her very personal perfume.
"Anything you want Uncle Carl" she whispered, before doing what I'd instructed her to.
The moonbeam from the curtains feel across her mound as she waited for me. I climbed between her legs, kissed her again, and then once again gave her the first cock she'd taken there. We both said "aaaaaahhhh" into each other's mouths as our bodies coupled. We didn't say a word as my manhood stretched her, filled her, emptied her, and filled her again. I put my head beside hers, held her tightly to me, and sensually moved inside her. She had her thighs spread as far as she could, taking me deep inside her body. We moved together, love and lust embodied.
I didn't last as long as I wanted to. I had gone without for too long, and it felt so good to be back inside a woman who meant so much to me, who wanted all I could give her. I throbbed, pulsed, and felt the rush of cum joining our bodies in another liquid connection. After the first jet surged out of me, I found her mouth and kissed her, my tongue entering her as my manhood fed my teenage niece, my lover.
We gasped together, taking deep breaths that pulled us back to earth. I held myself inside her. If she moved at all it was to take me even deeper.
Finally she spoke. "Thank you Uncle Carl. I've missed giving myself to you."
"I missed being inside you little one. You're a wonderful lover."
"She hugged me to her. "Thank you Uncle Carl."
We held each other quietly until she spoke again.
"Uncle Carl, can I tell you something? Something important?"
"Sure Hannah. Of course."
"I know you've been married longer than I've been alive, but I think you need to know this."
Naturally she had my full attention. Even more than she would holding me inside her after taking my cum I mean. She sounded wiser than her years.
"Aunt Melissa loves you. She feels terrible. She wants you back. I think you know that. But I heard her talking to mommy, and she's so afraid you won't want her. She's so afraid -- well, she's afraid you'll want to never play the game again. She needs -- well she's hoping -- please take her back and keep fucking us all. She needs that. She needs you back, as her husband and her stud. I'm -- those aren't exactly her words, but they're very close. She said she'd never been as happy until she found out what it was costing you, but she's -- she wants you back, all of you, all the best of -- I'm babbling."
"Wow. Wow. That's really what she wants?"
"Us too Uncle Carl. Me, mommy, Aunt Tammy -- we all felt more alive than we've ever felt, and we -- well now, we hate how that hurt you, but it doesn't have to hurt you now. You like being inside me don't you? Mommy's mouth -- doesn't it feel good when she swallows you? Your own sister loves -- LOVES -- to swallow your cum, and you don't want to keep doing it? And the best part is, you don't have to hide it or worry -- your wife loves it so much she set it all up! Be our hero Uncle Carl. Let's fix this and make it all even better! Come on -- I bet yu really miss your wife's body. She really loves you."
"Wow. That's a lot to take in."
"Think of how many guys would kill for this opportunity."
"You're giving quite the sales pitch!"
"Sorry, I guess I am. But being with you is amazing, and you and me and Mommy -- holy shit Uncle Carl, I -- well yeah, I really hope that can happen again. Maybe even you and me and Aunt Melissa!"
She slid down my body and took my wet cock into her mouth. It was so sexy the way she and my sister loved sucking my wet dick, hard or not. I let her suck for a while, then pulled her back up. I rolled her onto her side and spooned her.
"You make a powerful argument Hannah. But now I'm exhausted. Let's get some sleep, okay?"
"Mmm" she said, and pressed herself back into me.
I woke up before she did. We hadn't moved a muscle. One muscle had grown, though. I didn't have to shift much before I was teasing my little Niece's lips.
"Mmm, what do we have here?" she muttered, reaching back. Her little fingers wrapped around me, lightly stroking.
"We have a bed, and a man, and a woman" I said. "Interested?"
"Oh fuck yes. More please!"
"And what do you want, exactly?"
"Anything. As long as it means you get inside me."
"Oh you darling girl. I'm shocked, though. Really."
"Why Uncle Carl?"
"Well little one, that sounds like something a whore would say." I pronounced the word as clearly and precisely as possible. Would she remember what she asked for the first time she gave herself to me? Her twisted little smile told me the answer was yes.
"Oh, does it? I'm sorry Uncle Carl, I try to be good, but my cunt just needs your dick so -- fucking -- bad!"
"Oh does it? Do you finger it you little slut?"
"Every day Uncle Carl. And every time I wish it was you pounding my snatch. I even use --"
"Yes you little tramp, what do you use?"
"My hairbrush. A bottle of moisturizer -- it's kind of shaped like a test tube."
"Oh, such a bad girl. At least that's all, though."
"Sometimes when Mommy's not home I use her special toys."
"Well that is just too naughty you little slut!" I pinched her nipple. She shuddered.
"I'm sorry! I just can't control it! I can't control THIS!" She lay back and spread her legs, flaunting her pretty little pussy.
"Oh you can't, can you? Well I'll just have to teach you to control it!" I said, and rolled her onto her stomach. She squealed as my palm met her cheeks. I raised my hand, and brought it down, hard. The feel of her firm young cheeks as they met my palm was wonderful. I raised my hand again, bringing it down harder.
"Oh fuck, is this what happens to bad girls Uncle Carl? Do their bare little asses get spanked?" She lifted her hips, offering her ass to me. I slid two fingers into her -- she was very wet, even for her. I held my fingers inside her with one hand while I spanked her with the other. She cried out, gasping, as I spanked her bare, beautiful ass.
"I'm sorry Uncle Carl, I try to be a good girl, I really do, but my cunt needs dick so bad I'd fuck every day if I could -- every fucking hour! I want to be your whore Uncle Carl!"
"Whores and sluts don't get my dick. I only fuck women who'll save it for me. I -- SMACK -- don't -- SMACK -- share -- SMACK!"
"I'll be good Uncle Carl -- OW -- I swear, just your dick, nobody else's, please give my little -- OW - pussy what it needs -- OW -- I'll be your slut, only yours, just -- OW -- just fuck my pussy!"
"I'm not going to fuck it you little skank." I swear, she whimpered in frustration when I said that. But she almost purred when I completed the thought. "I'm gonna punish it!"
I gave her one last smack that made her scream. I pulled my hand out of her, and she immediately replaced it with her own fingers. I lined up behind her and impaled her in one rapid thrust. I grabbed her hips and gave it to her like it was the last chance I'd ever have.
"Oh FUCK I love being your slut Uncle Carl fuck me fuck me fuck me hurt me destroy my pussy!"
I held on and tried to do just that. She kept babbling, shocking me with the filthy thing she said, begged for. She shocked me, but she also inspired me. I rolled her over and took a fistful of hair. She was quick -- her mouth was open before I got my knob to her lips. She moaned with pleasure as I forced myself into her mouth. Well, can you force into a mouth that's as eager as hers? I don't know for sure, but I know watching her try to suck my dick inside out was a hell of a sexy show.
When I needed more of her cunt, I grabbed her arms and held her down. I didn't think it was possible, but that got her even more excited. "fuck, what are you going to do, I'm helpless, oh god Uncle Carl what are you going to do to me? You're so big and strong I don't have a choice, there's nothing I can do if you force me to take you in my little snatch!" Her arms struggled against me, while her legs struggled to spread wider, begging for the punishment we both wanted me to give her.
I moved her hands to her legs, holding both down. She couldn't have been more helpless, more vulnerable, unless ropes had materialized out of thin air.
"Oh please, I try to be good, please don't ram that big dick up my helpless cunt!"
I lined it up -- it was a bit more difficult than usual, but when my knob found the right spot, I gave it all I had and savagely powered into her. She screamed, gasped, and began orgasming under the phallic assault. I swear I violated her cervix a couple of times as I pounded. It took her orgasm to new levels. I didn't hold anything back. I don't know if I'd ever fucked that hard in my life. Sweat dripped off of me, falling onto her sightless eyes, into her gasping mouth. She couldn't speak, she could only babble nonsense. She couldn't fuck, she could only accept my violation of her body. She was out of her mind with pleasure. I hammered away, and she took everything I had to give.
Her orgasm finally ebbed, and she shook her head. She could see me now. I was still holding her arms and legs, she was still open and helpless underneath me, but now she could speak.
"I'm your sex toy Uncle Carl. Your sex toy and your whore and your slut -- just yours. Hold me down, fuck me, but please shoot your sperm in my pussy."
I leaned down to kiss her. I didn't have very good balance, with my arms controlling her limbs, so my weight pressed my mouth to hers, and pressed my dick even further into her body. I don't know how that was possible -- it was probably just a sensation, not reality, but the sensation was sensational.
"Cream your whore Uncle Carl, cream your slut!" She managed to beg through our kiss. And I did.
It was my turn to scream now. My dick swelled so hard it felt like steel in her tight, sopping depths. One more thrust and I roared as my sperm drenched her insides. I slammed myself between her spread thighs, every jet rocking my body from head to toe. I kept hammering away as I came so hard my groin was already starting to get sore. She wrapped herself around me and whispered "punish my cunt Uncle Carl, fill it up, seed your little whore's pussy, mm, that's it, I love feeling you give me -- I mean punish me."
I gasped out the final quakes, my body pressed as tightly to hers as possible. She worked her hips a bit, still wanting to feel me moving inside her as my strength failed me.
We lay silently when we were done. Motionless, heavy, intimate.
"I wasn't kidding. It wasn't just sexy talk. I'm your slut. You can do anything to me. Just never stop fucking me."
"Hannah, we can play when you want to but you're -- well, maybe you are my slut, but you're much more than that to me. You're amazing." She smiled.
"You're the amazing one. I hope you're going to be amazing for your other lovers too Uncle Carl."
"Sure. Okay." Wow, what did I just commit to?
"Really!? Oh Uncle Carl!" And she hugged me. The tone instantly changed from 'post sex romp clutching' to 'thrilled intimate joy.' Yep, I was committed. I realized I was more than okay with that.
She was right. Melissa and I had suffered a big, huge, outrageous misunderstanding, but I wanted us to get through it.
On my terms.
We took a shower together. It was wonderful to feel her body under my hands, feel her soap up my back and wash it. We headed out for breakfast. When we finished, the waitress offered another cup of coffee. I accepted, Hannah declined.
"So, Aunt Melissa -- she really said all those things you told me?"
"Almost word for word. If it's not word for word it's my memory; the gist is right."
"Good. I think we can get through this -- probably exactly how she's hoping."
"How we're ALL hoping?" she asked pointedly.
"If Aunt Melissa will do her part" I said.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked.
"I need to know she's really sorry --" Hannah started to interrupt me, no doubt to reassure me about that, but I held up my hand."
"I need to know she's really committed to us. To all of it, if everyone really wants to go back to something like we had before."
Hannah nodded, waiting for me to continue.
"So if she and all of you really want that, here's what she needs to do." I explained in some detail, ignoring it when the waitress returned with our check and heard some of the instructions.
"Wow. Okay -- I'll check with Mom, but I know the answer. Just like I know my answer. And Aunt Tammy's -- well, everyone's. Guarantee it. But I'll check the boxes and then we'll set it up. Probably tomorrow, day after at the latest."
"Sounds good. Guess that means a night or two more in the hotel."
"I could see if Mom can get away..." Hannah suggested. "I mean, it wouldn't be playing fair to keep you all to myself."
"Let's see. If it's tomorrow I don't want temptation tonight."
"Okay Uncle Carl. Let's get back to the hotel, I need to get driving and make some calls."
I paid the bill, winking at the waitress. She got kind of flustered.
As soon as we got back to the hotel Hannah got her keys, kissed me goodbye and hit the road. I reminded her not to talk and drive, and she was out the door. I was kind of surprised at how relaxed I felt. I had learned a lot, I had a plan, and it was my plan. I waited a bit for breakfast to settle, watching some TV. An hour or two later, I took a run, sweating like a pig in the midday heat. It felt good. When I got out of the shower, a text message was waiting. Hannah let me know that "everyone agrees -- Mommy, Aunt Tammy, and of course Aunt Melissa. Noon tomorrow."
I smiled, and thanked her. She sent back a kiss emoji.
I had a bit of trouble falling asleep that night. I took a shot of whisky from the minibar. It helped -- I didn't fall asleep immediately, I'm not that much of a lightweight. But I was out before too long, and woke up well rested. I made myself some coffee in the little hotel room machine, had a shower, and headed down to the lobby for some hopefully better coffee. That wasn't a high bar to cross, but it was pretty good.
I was nibbling and sipping my second cup when I felt someone bump into me. "Oh, sorry! Didn't spill your coffee did I sir?"
"No, there wasn't much left. All good."
"Here, let me -- " she scurried off and came back with another cup. She even got the creamer just right. Half a shot of hazelnut.
"Wow, thanks -- that's exactly how I like it."
"I'm glad. Sorry for bumping you like that."
"It's okay, no harm done."
"Great -- and I'm glad to see you looking happy and well rested. I bet your marriage is going to be fine."
As soon as she said it, a shocked look spread over her face. It probably matched mine -- or surpassed it.
"I'm so sorry sir, that was none of my business! I can't believe I said that!"
"Uh, it's okay, but how..."
She was blushing, obviously mortified. I was really curious. When she didn't answer, I pushed her a bit.
"Well? Were you spying on me?"
"I'm sorry sir, no, absolutely not. You work in a hotel, you see things even without meaning to. You were clearly miserable when you checked in."
I must have been. Well, I know I was, but it struck me that I was totally unaware that she had checked me in.
"You've been here a couple of days, and you've looked a little better the last couple of times I've seen you. And today you look good. Really comfortable, you know. There's usually one reason for this sort of stay. I've always thought that when he -- or she -- looks like this after just a couple of days, it's going to be all right."
I'm sure my face showed her I wasn't mad. Far from it -- I was impressed. Honestly a little touched that a total stranger cared enough to notice all that and say something, even if she swore it was unintentional.
"Wow, you noticed all that?"
She nodded. "Can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"Once a guy came back a couple of months later with his wife. She was pretty, and he was -- well, yeah, I won't forget him. They stayed for one night. When they checked out she told me they were celebrating -- they were better than they ever had been. So I've got that to prove my theories. I won't forget him. Or you" she said with a smile. She turned away -- someone needed her at the desk.
I sat there for a few minutes. We all experience life on our own, no one else can feel it for you, but there are themes.
I was just an everyday guy whose wife set him up with other women because it turned her on, and she wanted it to keep going. The bartender at your local bar has heard it a million times. Okay, maybe not that exact story. But I found it strangely touching that the woman had spoken up, like she was trying to reassure me. Granted, Hannah had done a much better job at reassuring me.
I checked my watch, and headed back to the room. I wanted to be there precisely at noon. I checked out with fifteen minutes to spare. It was just the buffer I wanted in case of a traffic jam or other unforeseen hinderance.
No such problems though -- I actually had to slow down for the last few miles. I stopped a couple of streets away and let seven minutes tick away, watching the little machine on my wrist as the seconds hand swept around. It seemed to be moving in slow motion, but the time did pass. It was 11:59 when I put the car in park in my driveway.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. I could already see that she'd taken my instructions seriously. The house was dark, with all the curtains closed, all of the lights off. A line of tea candles served as runway lights. I followed them to the bedroom.
I heard my wife's voice. "I'm ready to earn your forgiveness. Please use me."
Perfect.
I pushed the door open. There she was, spread out on the bed. The covers were gone. A fitted sheet and my wife were all that was on the bed. She was in the middle of the bed. Her arms were over her head. White rope bound her wrists. The ropes were tied to another, that tied her to the headboard. Her legs were free, but she was very vulnerable.
Perfect.
She looked tense, taking little gasps of breath, squirming a little against her bonds. I walked around the bed, inspecting. Running my fingers up her leg. It looked like she'd followed my orders and gotten professionally waxed. I'd check that more closely later. I knew her breasts very well, but I felt them, moved them, lightly stroked the nipples as if they were new to me. I ran my fingers up her neck, lightly touching her ear. Then I ran my hand back down, stopping at her exposed, hairless mound.
She was wet. Very wet. I hadn't expected that.
I stepped back to get undressed. Melissa stared at me. As I took off the last scrap of clothes she spoke.
"Carl, I mean it -- use me. Anything you want. I will take it, and love it -- unless you tell me to hate it. I'll have to pretend, but if you want me to pretend to hate it I'll even do that. I want to feel punished, but from now on it's about what YOU want." She spread her legs wider.
I listened silently. Then I ran a finger between her lips. She wasn't just wet, she was wetter than she'd been in years. She took a quick, deep breath as I felt her.
She'd never liked the scent or taste of her own lust. So the first test was easy to choose. I pulled the dripping finger from between her legs and waved it over her body. I was ribbon dancing with her intimate perfume. I circled her breasts without touching them, then continued up.
She reached for my finger with her mouth. She stared at me as I slowly slid it into her mouth. She lay there underneath me, her bound arm stretched above her head, and sucked her cunt off of my finger, staring intently the whole time. She understood what I was doing, and she was being as obvious as she could about her determination to pass the test.
I pulled my finger out, and she craned her neck to keep it in her mouth as long as she could. I fingered her again, this time sliding deep into her. Holy fuck was she wet! She started craning her neck as soon as I began to pull my finger out. She sucked hungrily. I fucked her mouth with the finger, and she pretended it was my cock.
I wanted to lick her pussy, but she'd said she wanted to feel punished. I was already sure I'd have plenty of chances to lick her again, but I had other ideas that were the priority that night. So I fed us both with that finger, then climbed onto the bed.
Melissa's legs were already open, but she rocked her hips to show how much she wanted my dick. I knew she would have no trouble taking me, as wet as she was.
I was wrong.
I pressed my knob against her lips, and pushed. Normally I'd have slipped in, or at least part of me would. Not that day. I pressed harder. It took a couple of tries before her wet vise allowed a few inches into her. I was wide-eyed with amazement.
"I've been exercising for you" she said quietly. I could only mouth "wow".
"What are --" she began to ask as I started to withdraw. She stopped, not wanting to give any impression that she was anything but submissive, obedient.
I pulled out and moved up. She saw what was coming, and I swear she drooled. Who was this woman? She'd gone from disliking the taste of her own body to eagerly sucking it off of my finger, and then my cock. She was tied up, so vulnerable, and wet as could be. She wanted me to punish her.
And I was going to. A last remnant of the old me, the Carl from before all this started, said to be gentle, be loving, shower her with forgiveness. Fuck that. I was going to make her earn that forgiveness. She wanted to feel punished? I could work with that.
I held her head so she couldn't move, and slipped my rigid, soaking tool between her lips. She didn't resist, but I wasn't done. I held her firmly as I slid more of me into her mouth. More than she'd usually take comfortably. I held it there, deep inside her, and moved my hand. She didn't move a muscle, well, except for her tongue. It stroked the underside of my dick. She accepted my intrusion, and worked to give me even more pleasure.
I slid out. She sighed.
I slid between her legs, feeling the muscles again. She breathed deeply. I pulled out, and she waited with her mouth open. She didn't have to wait long; I gripped her head again, and entered her mouth. Now, Melissa could give pretty good head, when she wanted to. Sometimes, more and more as the years rolled by, she was more mechanical. Less creative. Less enthusiastic. Not this time.
I didn't give her much of a choice, fucking her mouth as she pulled against the ropes. But she was pulling toward me. I was fucking her mouth, and she was loving it. When I'd pull out to visit her pussy again, she'd let out a little breath that was almost a whine. I'd force myself into her, fighting her newly toned muscles, and probe her with my cock. Then I'd pull back out and feed her. While I'd fuck her mouth, she'd rub her thighs together, trying to stimulate her clit as best she could. Watching her desperation enhanced the pleasure I was taking from her mouth. I noticed how hard her nipples were, so I reached down and pinched one. She squealed around my shaft, her hips going crazy. A year ago she'd have slapped me for that. I pinched the other. "You like that, don't you?" She tried to answer, but I wasn't taking my cock out of her mouth, so she gave up and hummed "mm-hmm!" I pinched harder. She rubbed her legs, desperate for more pleasure. I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped, and started begging.
"Pinch them harder, don't hold back, I can take it -- I deserve it! Please, oh fuck I love being your toy fuck fuck fuck please punish your helpless wife! FUCK!"
I wasn't going easy on her nipples. Or her pussy. I rammed in and actually gave her several hard strokes as she writhed underneath me. I played with her nipples, getting rougher and rougher until I actually started to worry a bit. I didn't really want to hurt her. But all she was doing was babbling and writhing and then I felt her pussy begin to spasm. She was starting to orgasm from my penetration and my manipulation of her nipples. I have her one more thrust and pulled out.
"FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK what are you doing? Fuck I was starting to cum fucking mount me again! FUCK!"
"Hush."
She instantly fell silent. Writhing, drawing deep, desperate breaths, but otherwise silent. I could tell it wasn't easy. Her jaw was clenched, her face was red, and she clearly wanted to cum. I planned to allow her, but not yet.
I grabbed her ankles and lifted. She watched me carefully. She'd told me later that she had no idea what was coming next, but she swore to herself that she'd promised herself she'd let me use her however I wanted to. Her eyes still widened when she realized my intentions.
My dick was dripping with her lust. She was so turned on, I felt like I had a coating of pussy thicker than the frosting on a birthday cake.
She moaned loudly when I brushed my knob against her sweet little rosebud. I'd wanted it... well, from the first time she undressed for me. Her asshole was tiny, and pink, and barely even puckered it was so... small. All she'd ever done was let me lick it a few times. I think she'd have let me lick it more often, but doing that made me want to fuck her ass so bad it almost drove me out of my mind. So after a while I stopped rimming her. I couldn't take the temptation.
But now she was helpless. Now she was telling me she wanted to feel punished. Now she was telling me to use her.
It was my turn to breathe deeply as I brushed my knob against her. I pressed against her, watching her reaction. Would she object? Would she pull back? I wasn't going to stop, but I wanted to see what she'd do. What she did was take a deep breath, hold it, and push toward me.
"Good girl."
I slid two fingers into her, and she opened her mouth. That's not where they were going this time. She held still as the first finger probed her.
Her tight little ring was about a knuckle deep. A third of the first finger had disappeared when I felt the sphincter open to her passage. I went slow. Two thirds. She felt slick and soft inside her bottom. The whole finger was inside her. She stared at me. I felt her body shifting around me, tiny movements accommodating my new intrusion. There was a lot more to come. I held my finger inside her, then slowly pulled out. She took a few deep breaths, her pretty little asshole kissing the air as she did so.
Two fingers. I slid in a bit faster. Her muscular ring felt even tighter. I stared into her eyes. She stared back, biting her lip. I thought about the times we'd talked about it, years earlier. How she wanted to please me, wanted to do everything for me, but "it just freaked her out." Now she stared up at me, working to accommodate the slick, insistent violation. I held my fingers inside her for a moment, then sawed in and out. Then out. Then a third finger. This time all I did was get them in. I knew the depth of her muscle by now, and I didn't go any deeper than that. I got the three fingers in, then slowly rotated. She continued to stare up, working to help, working to accept.
I slipped the fingers out of her. I lined up my cock, a little higher than she expected, and rammed it home. I wanted a bit more of her on my dick. I gave her a few thrusts and pulled out.
"Say please."
She whispered "please."
I brushed against her massaged orifice. I felt her muscle flex. Honestly I have to say I was impressed by that time. If I'd had any doubts about her determination to make things right, they were gone.
I pushed in. It took some time -- my knob is bigger than three fingers! I pushed. Her tight little ring was driven deeper between her cheeks. I pushed harder. She flexed, pushing out, and I popped in. My knob was gone. All I could see was her incredibly wet pussy, a stretched strip of skin, and the ring of her back door. Taking cock for the first time, ever. Taking me in. Showing me she'd do anything to make us right, anything t please me.
"More."
Holy shit, the wife who'd kept me waiting for years, the wife who'd never taken anything at all up her backside -- not even a prescribed suppository, just asked me to put more of my cock up her incredible little rectum.
I forced a bit more inside her. She pulled at the ropes. I reached down and ran my thumb over her clit. It was hard as a rock. I stroked it, and forced more of myself up my penitent wife's asshole. She stared, seeming to be lost in a trance as I forced more of myself into her slick, perfect new fuckhole. I was amazed how different from a pussy it felt. My thumb worked faster and faster, stroking her clit. When I was all the way up her ass she hissed "yessssss."
I paused, staring down. Her smooth, hairless mound split and flowed down around the pussy I knew so well, the pussy that have given me so much pleasure over the years. Her taint was smaller than it had been while I stretched it during my initial intrusion. And now my short, trimmed pubes were brushing against it, obscuring the view of her incredible, tight, violated ass gripping the base of my cock. She pushed and pulled somehow. It felt indescribably good.
"My ass was a virgin. You own my ass" she whispered. All I could do was nod, wide-eyed.
I pulled back. Her body gripped and slid around me. I pushed back in. I slid out. I pushed back in. Her formerly forbidden tunnel felt like it was shaped specifically to hold my erection in a hot, perfect, silky, gripping tube. I forced myself back in, moving my gaze from her ass to her face. She was staring at me, nodding, consumed by lust. She started up, open mouthed, as I began to truly fuck her in the ass.
She whimpered when I pulled out of her. I rolled her over, swinging her helpless body on the arc defined by the rope. I held her face down and got between her legs.
I forced myself between her cheeks, back inside that newly opened volcano of heat and pressure. Her body was getting accustomed to my violation. Still amazingly tight, and if anything even hotter, but she was learning. She was becoming mine in a new and breathtaking way.
I held her down -- unnecessarily -- and reveled in the feeling of her cheeks pressed against me as I moved deeply inside my helpless wife's rectum.
"You don't have to stay quiet now" I said.
"FUCK MY BOWELS!" was her instant answer. "Oh god baby fuck fuck fuck oh fuck I wanted you to punish me but this feels so FUCKING GOOD! Am I a good girl? Am I a good wife now? Fuck my ass! Fuck! God I feel so FUCKING FULL! Tell me you're going to keep sodomizing me! I'm your buttslut from now on baby!"
I lay on top of her, holding my weight against her as my erection probed inside her. Every point of contact was electric, but nothing was as intense as her slick, fiery colon sliding along my shaft, rippling around it, holding it deeply in an intimate grip. She pulled against the rope as I moved inside her rectum, needing to flex, to exhibit some power as she gave her final gift to me.
I worked my hands around her, forcing them under her body. I gripped her breasts. When I found her nipples, she orgasmed. Loudly. She babbled, swore, and rocked underneath my anal assault. I worried a bit about her wrists, but I didn't see anything to worrisome and besides, what her bowels were doing to my cock was quickly erasing my mind. I held on and let her fuck herself on my dick. Even underneath me, held down by my weight and gripped by her breasts, SHE fucked HERSELF in the ass on my cock.
When she finished, gasping and sweaty, I pushed myself up. I stared down to where my swollen shaft violated my grateful, blissed out wife. And I fucked.
I moved inside her almost as forcefully as I would in her pussy. She babbled encouragement, begging me to feed her guts, to cream her ass. It wasn't long before I did. I throbbed inside her, my hips spasming, all rhythm gone as I began pumping seed into her, ejaculating sperm into her ravaged, hot, hungry bowels. She hissed "yesssss" as my intruding phallus filled her most intimate hole with everything I could give. My previous orgasm had been inside Hannah. It had been remarkable. This one was life-changing. I grunted, writhing, throbbing, licking the back of my yielded wife's neck as my forgiveness flowed into her. Her taut cheeks were crushed against me as my body worked to leave its deposit as deeply insider her as it could.
When I had throbbed out every spurt, every possible drop in her clinging, fiery bowels, I gently lowered myself onto her.
"Don't pull out; not yet" she whispered. "I want to feel you inside me a bit longer. I don't want to be empty."
"Okay" I gasped. "Okay. Melissa?"
"Yeah baby?"
"I'll kickstart you if you'll jumpstart me."
She laughed, weakly from her sexual exhaustion, but she laughed. I joined her, equally weak.
"We're tying to get together again?" she asked.
"No. We are together again." I kissed the back of her neck.
"Thank you" she said quietly. "I know I could have handled this better."
"Right now, I'm feeling pretty good" I said, trying to flex inside her. Kegels are so helpful. "But it was really rough at times. Hurt."
"I'm sorry. I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me."
"About that. Here's how it's going to work..."
"Are you going to stay inside me while you tell me?"
"Yes I am. And I'm going to get back inside you whenever I want, wherever I want."
"Baby, that sounds fucking awesome to me."
"I'm not done."
"I agree. Whatever it is, I agree."
"Good. Because I'm going to keep fucking my sister, and Hannah, and Tammy. Maybe others. You wanted a stud who fucks a lot of women, well guess what, you've got it."
"Ohhhh, Carl...." I couldn't quite tell what her tone meant. "Promise me you'll never, ever clean up before you come home."
Her ass had been gripping my dick so hard it was firmer than it normally would have been.
"And why would you want me to do that? Not do that?"
"Because I want to taste their cunts on your dick. And if I don't volunteer, I want you to force me."
"Force you?"
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah. I have to keep reminding myself this has been a totally different experience for you. Do you know -- yeah, you don't, I was just saying that -- you can't imagine how many orgasms I gave myself while you were fucking Tammy, or Susan, or Hannah, or -- hell I don't remember the other names. And half of them were from looking forward to sucking your wet dick when you got home. That's part of how I couldn't comprehend you not knowing. I wish I'd been sucking your dick more, for years, but just knowing your dick was in another woman, knowing a wet, creamy dick was coming home -- your dick -- coming home for me to suck.... Hell, I bought a dildo just to fuck myself with it, and then suck it to practice for you. If you call Susan right now I'll watch you fuck her, and then I'll suck your dick."
"Seriously?"
"Give it -- well, I'm going to ask you to wash it first, considering where it is right now --" she got a worried look on her face, realizing she'd said she'd do anything, she told me she loved sucking my wet dick, and that dick was currently swelling inside her intestines.
"Don't worry baby, I have never been into ass to mouth. But calling Susan, now THAT is a hot idea if you meant it."
Maybe it was the relief about me not wanting ass to mouth, but Melissa was all in. "Do it. Right now. Well, you can untie me first, if that's okay, but I seriously want you to call your sister. I want to see how she can't control her desire for my man. I want to watch you pound her bare cunt. And then I will insist on taking you in my mouth. Before you cum, after you cum, I don't care, as long as I get to suck your wet, sloppy, manly dick."
"Sold. Done. Here, let me --" and I began untying Melissa's arms. Well, I tried. She'd pulled awfully hard. Nothing I did would loosen the knots. Finally I went and got a knife. Melissa looked more afraid than I'd seen her look all day, but she trusted me and I got her free without any accidents. Then she got her phone and tried to use it. Her hands were very stiff.
"Hold on baby, let me." I started to call, changed my mind, and sent a text. She must have been staring at the phone, because seconds later she texted back.
"That HAS to mean everything is okay, right?????"
"Yes it is. Call this a celebration, a confirmation."
"Carl I'm so happy! So happy! What does this mean for us?"
"Come over and you'll see!"
"Dammit! I can't right now!"
"Really? Seriously?"
"I'm SO sorry! I can send Hannah over. Would you like that?"
"You know I love being with both of you!"
"Some other time, I'll send her over!"
"Love you little sis!"
"Love you big sexy brother!"
I told Melissa that Hannah was coming over. She was thrilled! I reminded her that she was still earning her forgiveness. She needed to obey. When I told her that, she agreed. The look of desire on her face was so intense I wondered if I'd have to protect Hannah!
While we waited, I had my wife tell me the whole story from her perspective. It was fascinating.
She'd been dropping hints for a while. Me fucking other women had been a fantasy of hers for years. She said we'd talked once about a guy one of us knew that got drunk and cheated. Melisssa said to her, it was a conversation about what might happen if I dd the same. She said something about not being responsible after a couple of drinks. I had NO memory of this, but she said it wasn't long after that conversation when her sister seduced her. Melissa had watched me at the store, and told Tammy what whisky to buy. She'd been at home the whole time, rubbing herself like crazy. I thought about the guilt I'd felt at the time. Knowing that Melissa had been incredibly turned on helped -- we all get a bit crazy when we're that horny!
Melissa had planned Susan's introduction too. Hearing her talk about how turned on she got at the thought of me fucking my sister got my dick back to full mast. It was amazing to hear her gush about the thought of Tammy and Susan working together to get my dick into Susan! It was Tammy's idea. Melissa had been shocked at first, but the idea of me fucking my own sister quickly became intensely arousing for Melissa. I could relate...
Melissa was starting to tell me about the vibrator she'd used after I drove off that day when we heard "pussy delivery for two!" Hannah had let herself in. Melissa got up, still stark naked, and hugged her. She immediately got to work stripping Hannah. It didn't take long; Hannah hadn't worn much. Cutoffs, a t-shirt, and some sandals. When my wife had her naked, she said "go kiss your Uncle hello beautiful!"
Hannah walked over, too rushed to make a show of it. She threw herself into my arms. I held her tight. I was grateful to her for her role in arranging the reconciliation.
"Let's go to bed" I told them both. My dick led the way. I stretched my niece out on the bed and gave her a kiss. Then I stretched Melissa out on the bed between her legs. She was turned on, but uncomfortable.
"Melissa, lick her pussy."
"I've never done that before!"
"And?"
"Well, I -- what --"
"Just push your face in and go to town. You'll figure it out. The more you make her scream the more you'll be rewarded."
I pressed my wife's face into Hannah's pussy. Hannah took charge, grabbing Melissa's head and holding it right where she wanted it. I crawled around and offered my erection to Hannah. She sucked it into her mouth.
"That's it, suck me Hannah, you love that cock don't you? Is it even better sucking while you get licked? Is she learning?" I wanted my wife to hear what was going on. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the new experience of using her mouth on a woman. When she heard I was in Hannah's mouth her eyes flew open. She wanted to see me use the young woman's mouth. If the noises Hannah was making were any indication, my wife found the sight inspiring.
I pulled out of my niece's mouth and moved around behind my wife. She raised her ass, wanting me to fuck her. I rammed my cock in, watching her recently violated asshole swell and contract as I mated with my wife. Not for long, though. I was mostly seasoning the meat I was going to put back in my niece's mouth. Melissa moaned as I pulled out, but Hannah held her head to her snatch. I moved around and offered her my dick. Hannah sucked it eagerly, her first taste of my wife's vagina coming from my wet cock. It was clear she loved it. The angle was really tough on her though.
"Melissa, roll over. Hannah's going to sit on your face." Hannah let go, allowing my wife to obey my instructions. When Melissa was on her back, Hannah got up. I turned her around so she was facing Melissa's pussy. She groaned in arousal as my wife got back to work. She was learning quickly. I got between her legs and gave her a few more strokes with my dick. Then I pulled out and stood up, offering a serving of cock a la muff to my horny little niece. She inhaled me. She had a much better angle now, and she took advantage of it. Her head bobbed, sucking me passionately, trying to get every drop of my wife off of the hard rod invading her mouth. I ran my fingers through her hair as the young woman forced me as deeply into her mouth as she could.
"Oh that feels so fucking good. Don't you dare stop sucking me, lover. Melissa, how do you like licking pussy?"
"MMMMM" was her passionate answer."
"Hannah, how's she doing? Do you like riding Aunt Melissa's face?"
She nodded, unwilling to interrupt her fellatio to answer my question. I gave her a few more minutes to enjoy the oral pleasures she was giving and receiving, then pulled back. I gave one quick thrust into my wife, wiggled my dick around, and stood back up to get more head. This time I took control, holding my niece and shafting her face. She stared up at me, lust and gratitude in her eyes.
I reveled in the power of using her mouth, then decided it was time to make Hannah cum. I pulled out, kissed her, and began fondling her breasts. She closed her eyes and soaked in the pleasure my wife and I were providing. I kissed her neck, starting to bite it as well. She moaned as we both played with her young body. I slipped a finger into my wife, and then stroked Hannah's asshole. She gasped. I slipped the tip of my finger inside her. She gasped, and stared at me.
"Cum in Auntie's mouth baby." I pinched her nipple, she rocked forward, and screamed. She was cumming. I heard Melissa making frightened sounds underneath our little lover. I lifted Hannah a bit, concerned she was going to hurt Melissa. While she was still riding the waves of her orgasm, I leaned her forward and took her. Her pussy felt amazing as the spasming walls stretched to accommodate me.
I grabbed her hips and found my rhythm. Melissa's tongue found my balls. That was a new sensation! Being buried in my niece's tight, incredibly wet slit while my wife serviced my sack felt great. Hannah was still making a lot of noise as her orgasm drifted away and the sensations of our fucking filled her.
"Oh god, fuck me Uncle Carl! Fuck me! Yesss! Fuck I love being your slut!"
I pulled my dick out, gave Melissa time for one suck, and penetrated my niece again.
"Hannah, Aunt Melissa ate your pussy, I think it's time to show her you know how too. Melissa, did I tell you Hannah licks her mother's pussy? You should see her lick her mother's pussy. Susan sure looks like she enjoys it."
My wife spread her legs. "Do you want to lick my pussy baby?"
"Auntie, can Uncle Carl fuck me while I lick you?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"That's up to him baby. He calls the shots, we just obey."
Holy hell, did my dick throb when my wife said that. Hannah was already between Melissa's legs, pressing her face against my wife's beautiful pussy. I stroked the very tip of my dick between Hannah's lips.
"Say please" I said.
"Please Uncle Carl, please fuck me. I want you pounding me so fucking bad. I love being your sex toy -- Auntie, please beg him to fuck me. You want him to fuck me don't you?"
"Yes I do -- fuck her baby -- show her what a stud my man is!"
How can you say no to that? I kept sliding my knob between her lips, up and down. I did it several more times, occasionally pressing against her opening, but never pushing in. Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and SLAM. Hannah gasped, but kept right on licking. It was an amazing sight. My cock penetrating my niece's bare pussy. Her upturned cheeks, so firm and smooth. Her back, sweeping toward the silky hair I loved to run my fingers through. That hair, and Hannah's head, blocked my view of my woman's vagina. I knew it was spread, and wet, and sizzling with the pleasure the little minx's tongue was giving her. My wife's thighs, soft and incredibly sensitive and spread as wide as possible. Her stomach, a bit softer but not much bigger than when we were younger. Her breasts, still full, round, and feminine, her pretty shoulders. My wife's face, her pretty mouth open, trying to draw in the air she needed. Her eyes, sometimes hidden by her dark lashes, sometimes staring at the teenage girl between her legs, sometimes watching me mate with the young woman.
"Fuck her baby. She loves your dick almost as much as I do -- give it to her. Fuck her for me! I fucking love watching her take your dick!"
All three of our bodies were rocking in time with my thrusts inside my niece. Seeing the lust on my wife's face as I fucked another woman was mind blowing. If I'd had any doubts that she'd been telling me the truth about her arousal, they were blown away as she stared more and more at the spot where I was penetrating my lover. That gave me an idea.
I slowed down and encouraged Hannah. "Use your fingers baby. Keep your tongue on her clit and put your fingers inside her. That's it -- the sooner you make her cum the more proud of you I'll be."
Melissa immediately began moaning louder. Hannah was obviously pulling out all the stops. I reached down and pressed her face into the dripping pussy in front of her. I quietly encouraged her as Melissa got louder and louder. Then she was cumming, spasming and grinding onto Hannah's mouth.
"Good girl Hannah -- good girl. Lick it all up!" I continued to hold her head, keeping her in place until Melissa's gasps slowed.
"Are you done baby? Was she good?"
"Oh yeah, she was gooood. I can see why her mother can't resist!"
"I can't either. Hannah, roll over baby."
She gave Melissa's pussy a final passionate lick and rolled onto her back. I grabbed her legs and took control of her, opening her even further. My dick went right where it needed to go. Hannah and I both sighed as I penetrated her.
"Come here baby. Watch me make love to my niece. Watch me fill her up."
Melissa scooted over and was immediately enthralled. I could see her mind go blank as my shaft disappeared into Hannah's body, inches from my wife's face.
"That... is so fucking hot" she breathed. I moved slowly giving her a show -- and not wanting to give her a concussion if I went full speed! It became a slow, sensual grind as my shaft slid into my niece's vagina, then backed out, then pressed deep inside her again.
"Do you like watching me fuck her baby?"
"Looks to me like you're making love. And it's incredible. So fucking hot. Just so fucking hot!"
"Are you making love to me Uncle Carl? Is that okay Aunt Melissa?"
"It's wonderful baby. He can make love to you or fuck you or whatever any time he wants as far as I'm concerned!"
"Auntie, I love it when he cums in my pussy. Is that okay? Can Uncle Carl pump it all inside me?"
My wife swung over and kissed Hannah, slowly and deeply. "I really hope he does Hannah. I want to watch. I really want to watch that."
"You will -- and you'll taste it too!" I informed her. "I'm going to cum as deep inside her as I can, and then you're going to lick it all out, wife of mine!"
"Yes husband -- I can't fucking wait! She tastes delicious, I love your taste, I want both of them -- both of you -- at once!"
She gave Hannah another deep kiss, then moved down for another close look at my cock violating my niece. I pulled out and offered her my dick. My wife sucked it, hard. She could only get to about half, but I thought she was going to pull my balls up into my shaft, she sucked so hard.
"Good girl" I whispered, and her eyes swung up to mine, filled with adoration. I reached down, ran my fingers into her hair, and deprived her of the dick she was sucking so passionately. She stared as I slid it back inside Hannah.
"Ooooh that dick. Thank you Auntie Melissa! It's so fucking hot having you watch! Fuck me Uncle Carl!"
I pulled my wife up to me and kissed her. I whispered "I love you" in her ear as I began thrusting harder into our young lover.
"I love you too -- this is more than I ever dreamed of baby!" my wife whispered back.
I turned her around and bent her over. I gave her a few thrusts, amazed at how wet she was. Then I pulled out and returned to Hannah's body. Her shaved little pussy was pink and puffy. Her clit poked out at the top of a beautiful little slit. I tapped it a few times, earning a gasp. I slid down. Her wet lips kissed my erection. I found the spot and surged into her.
"Cum in her bare pussy! Fill her up!" my wife encouraged me.
"Yes! Yes! Cum! Yes!" Hannah babbled. I fucked faster and faster, loving the way her firm little body rocked from each impact inside her. Melissa latched on to one of Hannah's nipples like a starving woman.
"Suck my titty Aunt Melissa! Oh that fucking DICK!" she screamed. The first jet of sperm had splattered against her cervix. My hips flew into overdrive, hammering my cock deep into her body. More jets of sperm set off her orgasm, and I rammed myself as deep as I could and held myself there. Hannah ground her clit against me as Melissa sucked the young woman's nipple. Her hands cradled Hannah's breast as she sucked. Hannah groaned "cumming -- cumming -- cumming" as our orgasms punctuated our mating.
I fell back, drawing deep breaths into my lungs. Hannah had no chance to recuperate. My wife dove between her legs. Melissa's tongue began a desperate search for sperm.
"Oh FUCK! Oh! Carl -- Uncle Carl, please let me suck you! Please give me your cock!"
I gathered my strength, and what little of my wits I had left, and brought my dick to her mouth. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body as my incestuous lover drew me into her mouth, feeling me, tasting me.
I was spent. Even the vibrations of her moans weren't enough to stop the deflation now. The general needed some rest. Still felt good though!
I reached down and stroked my wife's hair. Every now and then I'd press her face into my young lover's pussy. OUR young lover's pussy. Both of the women loved it. I remembered watching my sister eat Hannah's creamed pussy, and tried to decide which was sexier, my sister doing that or my wife. It's years later now, and I still haven't decided.
Finally Hannah began grinding harder, clasping Melissa's head in her hands. She squealed as yet another orgasm radiated out from her well-loved clit. My wife kissed her way up Hannah's body, leaving little love pecks all over her. When she got close enough, Hannah pulled Melissa to her and they shared a deep, prolonged, very active kiss.
When the kiss was over, it seemed like an invisible referee had blown a whistle. We lay on the bed, exhausted, maybe a bit sore, but deeply relaxed.
"Wow. Wow. You two are amazing. You're each amazing on your own. My wife --" her breasts was closest to my mouth, so I kissed it "-and my lover." I kissed Hannah's neck.
"We're starting a new chapter" I continued. "There are going to be some rules. You're not allowed to say no to me, or -- and this is just as important -- to each other. Hannah, if Melissa wants your tongue what do you say?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good girl. Melissa, if Hannah wants your tongue what do you say?"
"I'd say 'can I use my fingers too!'" my wife replied, waving an arm around, trying to find our niece's pussy.
"Good answer! The first creativity award goes to Melissa! These apply to Susan and Tammy as well. So all four of you are getting lipstick tattoos on your beautiful little mounds. Hell, I will too! Any other women who join will have to earn their lipstick."
"Earn the lipstick; I like the sound of that!" Hannah said.
"I like the sound of 'other women' even better!" Melissa said. "Taking charge, aren't you stud?"
"You know it. Any of you can nominate new lovers, but I get the final say-so."
"Yes SIR" my wife replied. She looked impressed.
"One final rule" I started.
"All shaved, all the time?" Hannah guessed.
"TWO final rules. All shaved all the time unless I say otherwise, and he who wields the penis must make all who've earned the lipstick know how wonderful and sexy and appreciated they are."
"Marry me" Melissa said.
"Marry me too!" Hannah laughed!
"Hey, he's mine! ...okay, he's ours." Melissa replied with a smile.
Silence reigned for a while. Then Hannah hopped up. "Who's hungry?
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*Soft, contemplative jazz plays for the audience only as we zoom and pan into a shoddy detective's office. It's raining Goombas and Koopas (so to speak) on the cheap wooden roof. We see a strapping reptilian man seated at a stool in front of a wooden desk he is much too large for. About eight feet tall, broad shoulders, broad chest, a little more distinctly humanoid than you've seen him before. He's dressed in a wrinkled button up shirt, blue stripes on it and black suspenders holding up his brown slacks. As the camera tours the various knick knacks, he narrates. We see a block with a question mark on it, some loose golden coins, a circular hammer, some turtle shells some they're grey now, some uncared for sports equipment like golf clubs, tennis rackets, baseball bats, and even an oversized dice block covered in dust.*
These days, all my good stories start in my office. The bad ones too. Used to be more of a...ruling figure, I guess you could say, but now it feels like I'm always on the clock. And when I'm not, I'm just waiting for the next story (good, back or otherwise) to make its way to my office.
"Office" is a generous term, I supposed. There's technically four walls, a roof, a floor, and the world's smallest desk. To be fair, any desk would feel small given my height and "width", not to mention the shell on my back. I fit a throne decently, but here I've got naught but a cheap stool to sit on. The important part is that it looks just professional enough to put people at ease forking over their hard earned money to an eight foot tall lizard man for a mere shot at finding a way out of the situation they're in.
See, I don't put "private eye" on my business card (these days it says Bowser - Discrete Solutions) but that's essentially what I am. And you would think that means I find people, evidence, solve mysteries as my job but that's just side effect. I sell people hope, the fleeting promise that whatever insane dead end they're in has a way out. If I was on the force, I'd be telling nearly all of my clients that there's Lakitu's chance in hell that they're missing whoever is still alive or even wants to be found. But I can't play by any rules but my own. So if I can't lead anyone but myself anymore, then I'm at least going to answer to nobody else even if that's means being all alone.
Of course, I get the company of my clients, such as it is. Always desperate, always in a panic, always need their person found yesterday. And then what I find is a fat lot of nothing if I'm lucky and some poor shmuck all out of extra lives if I'm not. I might even prefer the dead bodies over the people with scrunched up faces, telling me how nobody else understands and how they're *this* close to proving their husband is cheating or winning back their loved one. Angry, sad, jealous, anything but happy when they step into my office.
Of course, it's a hard place to find yourself on accident. Tiny hole in the wall on the second floor. A get a lot of requests by phone. Toads looking for their Toadette. Birdos missing their ring. The works, you know. Life sucks, and at the end of it, we all just end up another Goomba in a ditch somewhere.
I'd been working this beat a few years now, seen some real rotten mushrooms in my time. A far cry from my glory days, but that's a story for another time you probably already know a thing or two about. Of course I'm sure you got the cleaned up version of events, lizard kidnaps princess and all that. Let's just say it's a little more complicated, but I'll never get to the way this story starts if we even begin to unpack all that.
Then again, I suppose it's a little relevant because that's just who walked through my door that day. Her. Yes, her. She was wearing a brown coat, a brimmed hat, sunglasses, and a scarf, but I know those golden locks and soft pink lips anywhere. "Peach?" I acted like I wasn't sure.
She closed the door behind her in a hurry and let out a sigh. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be. And I wouldn't have to be if you hadn't decided to stop showing up to our..." she stopped and looked at the golf clubs and tennis rackets collecting dust. "...game nights." She snapped back to leering at me. I mean, I couldn't see behind the sunglasses, but surely. "It was very big of Mario to keep inviting you to those, you know." She said shortly.
I sighed back. "You think it was fun for me to be reminded of everything that happened, and get my ass kicked the same time too? When I wasn't in charge of just bringing the punishment for your parties, anyways." I huffed a small flame from my nostrils.
She lowered her sunglasses just to roll her eyes at me. "Still as dramatic as ever, I see. Still fancy yourself the villain? Is that why you haven't shown your face around the castle in so long?"
I stand up and slam my desk. "I don't show my face because I don't want to get stepped on for daring to be within a hundred feet of the woman I love." I look away shamefully, I didn't mean to admit that. I wasn't prepared for this encounter.
I can feel her roll her eyes again. "Look, Bowsie, I enjoyed what we had but it wasn't love, we both know that." She takes a few steps forward and leans over my desk. Curvaceous even in her little "disguise" enough to make me look away again briefly.
"Clearly not for you. Is that what I think it is?" I gesture to the band on her finger.
She smiles wryly. "He's making an honest woman out of me, no date yet but before too long, fingers crossed."
"Doesn't you cross your fingers to lie?" I snap back and glare at her in the eye.
She meets my gaze. "Hey, I didn't say I was honest woman yet." She smiles. I can't stop looking at her lips. I remember how sweet they taste, it makes my heart race.
I back off, trying to cut down the tension. "What are you here for, what do you want from me? You come to kick me while I'm down since you can't blue shell me anymore?" I cross my arms over my chest.
She sighs. "It's Daisy. I'm worried about her." She pulls out some black and white photographs out of her purse and lays them out on the table. Even without the dress, it's easy to recognize her. That hair, the face, and that body stuffed into just a bra and panties at some wild looking parties full of Dry Bones, Shy Guys, Monty Moles. There's clearly visible Mushrooms, unclear if she's on them or not. My eyes go wide as I scan back and forth between the photos. Her signature auburn hair renders in greyscale and her dark olive skin. Smiling as she's tied up, making it unclear how much danger she's actually in.
"How did you..." I start to ask.
"Get these? Don't ask, I'm working on my honesty." She taps the engagement band on her finger. "Just find her, make sure she's not dead, maybe give her somewhere to stay for a day or two, something like that. Can you do that for me? Can you promise?" This is the first time her face gets earnest, she really is worried.
"Sure, fine, can you pay my usual day rate?" I tape the sign on the desk. I let out a little groan. This is the life I was trying to get away from so badly, but it's hard to turn down a chance to put my newer skills to use and get to be the "good guy" for once, especially in her eyes, even if she was engaged to that shit-plunger of a "hero" who ruined my life.
She bites her lip. God, what a woman. It takes me a second to realize why before she opens her mouth to explain. "I can't...be traced back to this. He can't find out I went to see you. I need you to just do this as a...favor..." She looks around as if we might not be alone in the room since the last time she checked. "For an old friend. For old times' sake." She follows up.
"You want me to go on a wild goose chase for your missing friend, for old times' sake? After everything you and him put me through?" I fold my arms over my chest.
"She was your friend too!" She huffs and raises her voice.
I raise my voice back. "We barely met! Why don't you go ask Wario, or better yet Tatanga?"
She lowers her voice. "Because I trust you, okay? I know you never did me wrong so I know you won't take advantage of a girl in a bad situation like her, or whatever is going on." She bites her lip again and makes pleading puppy dog eyes up at me.
"If I never did you wrong, why are you with him?" I grab her banded finger for emphasis.
She looks up at me, puzzled briefly before closing her eyes and planting a kiss on my lips before I even have time to react. "I'm sorry, okay? It had to be this way."
I soften a bit, more confused than angry. "I just wish it made sense..." I can't help but stare at her lips longingly.
"Wouldn't that be nice, huh?" She says solemnly before leaning in for another kiss, both of us leaning over my desk to meet in the middle.
I kissed her back more deeply this time, slipping my tongue into her mouth just a bit. Sweet as ever. Like she hadn't changed a bit. Not like me.
I pulled away, a strand of spit connecting our mouths briefly. "What is this? What are you doing?" I stammered.
She looked at the band on her finger and sighed. "This might be the last time we see each other, especially before the wedding. Call this your wedding gift to me, call it my bachelorette party, call it your payment for services rendered, call it your incentive to get the job done, just let me make this worth your time, okay?" She put a hand on my chest. No white glove today.
I snort a little puff of flame. "What did you have in mind, princess?"
She finally takes off her hat and sunglasses, placing them on my desk before opening up her trench coat. Black lacy bra, black lacy thong, stockings, garters, the full works. Her perfect, pristine skin on display like she was a professional at this. I went slack jawed. "I thought maybe you'd be a...hard sell" she blushed and look away a bit before fully dropping her coat on the little guest chair. "But this is as far as I undress, got it?"
I nod my head silently. A wave of emotions race through me. I am tempted to kick her out now for thinking I'm so easily manipulated, and I'd have done it too if she wasn't right. I graze my dull claw tips across her exposed hips from across the desk. The curves on this woman are ungodly - heavy breasts pushed together by the black lacy cups of her bra, hourglass figure on full display, thick smooth thighs highlighted by where the stockings stop. And that's without the nostalgia factor, the sense memory of having known her body before and sworn off ever getting to see it again. Arousal, guilt, regret, shame, anger all coursing through me at once. I lock up.
She smiles confidently. "I recognize that anywhere..." she slowly saunters around the edge of my desk before approaching me and putting a hand between my legs and feeling how hard I am. I hadn't even realized it myself yet. "You don't have to do this. But I really want you to look into this for me. Let me give you a proper send off, okay? We never got that closure..." She gives me another kiss as she continues to paw at the growing bulge in my slacks.
"Fuck..." I mutter between kisses. "I could never tell you no. I'll do the job either way, but..." I look at her with a pained expression. She knows I'd never force her to do anything she's not comfortable with. I need her to only do this if she wants to do this. She nods silently. I never fully understood the princess, even if I understand the woman beneath, but she always understood me all the way.
She slinks to her knees without breaking eye contact. Shitty wooden floor wasn't designed for a princess to kneel on but she doesn't seem to mind. She looks up at me closely as if she's really making sure I want this. I nod my head wordlessly. I'm afraid that if I speak, I'll break the Kamek's spell she must surely be under.
She puts on a sultry smile and goes to undo my zipper and tug down my boxers enough to allow my cock to spring free. I get a nice "Oh!" out of her as I unfurl. I can't help but smirk a little, knowing that damn Italian can't possibly beat my size. "It's as big as I remember, but I still can't believe it..." She nuzzles the side of my scaly shaft with her soft, smooth cheek lovingly. "God, what a waste to keep this thing tucked away..." she closes her eyes and breathes me in.
She's putting on a show for my sake, trying to make this good to me. I'm not stupid, I recognize that. But she's damn good at putting on a show and the effort is appreciated. It's nice to know she still feels strongly enough to give me this song and dance. Maybe deep down she even actually does miss it a little, who knows.
She sticks out her tongue and runs it along the full underside of my ribbed cock, from base to tip and back again. I can see her smiling even with her face half covered by my member and I can hear her giggling seductively. "You know, I really do mean it." She kisses the tip loudly. "I really do miss this monster cock." She licks a drop of precum off the tip, making a show of it. "Mmmm..." she gulps.
"You're very sweet, Peach..." I manage to mutter softly as I run a claw through her bright yellow hair to keep it out of her face. It's almost perverse to see such a spitting image of beauty defiled by my monstrous form, to see the face of a literal princess side by side with my most grotesque feature. Whether she's feigning the enthusiasm or not, it goes a long way with me.
"You've got a yummy fucking dick, Bowsie, you don't have to act so shy about it" She says before popping the tip into her mouth loudly and sucking on it hard. Really playing it up. It's almost like she's performing for a camera that isn't there. Maybe she knows I'm going to replay this in my mind for years to come and wants the memory perfect. Maybe this job means more to her than it even seems. Maybe she actually means what she says. But I've learned to not jump to that conclusion first when princess are involved.
My face contorts into a look that almost resembles pain. I'm sure she doesn't need to guess how backed up I am. I struggled to move on after everything went down. I guess I still haven't, in a way. I'm still letting it haunt me and define my actions. But this feels nice. This feels right. And she looks damn good with those pink lips parted by my length. She starts to bob up and down now, just the first couple inches. It's a big ask to fit any more than that when it's as wide as it is, despite how much of my Bone that leaves Dry.
She closes her eyes and tries to fit a little bit more. She's far too elegant to gag or choke on it, even in private. She knows her limits and sticks to them. But she does a damn good job of if. I try to push away thoughts of how she must not be out of practice. Stay in the moment. Focus on the positive. Let this happen and enjoy it while it lasts. She hums softly as she works my shaft with her plump lips. That helps ground me. She genuinely seems like she's having fun. She knows I'd never let her do anything I didn't think she was enthusiastically enjoying.
I stay gentle with her, afraid she'll crumple like Paper if I do much as touch her, but I let myself rest a hand ever so gently on the back of her head. Feel her movement, her rhythm. She looks up at me and smiles with her mouth full. Fuck. I think she knows this isn't going to take much longer.
She shuts her eyes again to focus on the present task. She wraps a hand around my lower shaft, spreading the slickness of her spit along the full length of it. Or rather, she wraps her hand around as much of my thickness as she can. She's starting to get sloppy with it too, a strand of drool running to the floor and her lips and cheeks messy with spit and precum now, something she had usually tried to avoid before when we'd do stuff like this.
"P-peach..." I barely managed to even get the word out. I hope she knows what that means right now. It seems like she does. She just moans in confirmation and speeds up her pace, even using both hands on my lower shaft and twisting them as she strokes me. She knows I'm weak to that. I know that means she consents to what is about to happen next.
"P-peach!" I pray to god she locked the door when she closed it behind her earlier as I start to absolutely unload into her pretty little mouth. Spurt after spurt of backed up cum right onto her tongue as she continues to suck and work my scaly cock. She swallows a big gulp down once but quickly her whole mouth fills up and I see her cheeks bulge as my cock is pushed back out of her mouth and rope after rope of thick, hot jism coats her stunning face. She hold her mouth open, panting and heaving as she takes it all.
I sit back, dizzy from the orgasm. "Jesus...I didn't think you had it in you still..." I say. she giggles and covers her mouth with a hand.
"You've got a bathroom a girl can tidy up in?" I nod my head towards the left side of the room. I can't believe I just used a princess like a prostitute, yet again. Memories come flooding back as the clarity kicks in, too many to count. I still have my half hard, oozing cock hanging out of my pants when I look up and see her fully composed, cleaned up, and dressed again. Her dour expression is back, like playtime is over. I think she needed this too, even if not as badly as I did, but things have to go back to the way they were now. The fantasy is over. I recognize that.
"Keep the photos" she says coldly. I had kind of forgotten about the case. I awkwardly stick my cock back in my pants and regain my composure. "Find the girl. Get her out of whatever trouble she's in. Or else..." instead of looking threatening, she looks worried. Like she doesn't what to think about what "what else" would be. "Just get it done, okay?" She grabs the doorknob, half turned back to face me.
I nod my head from behind the desk. "You have my word."
She smiles for just a moment and nods back at me before putting her sunglasses back on and opening the door. "Goodbye, Bowser".
I wish I had said it back.
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"swallowing",
"mario",
"blowjob",
"oral",
"facial",
"bowser",
"princess peach",
"super mario",
"lingerie",
"super mario bros"
] |
Reclaimed in Mussoorie Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/reclaimed-in-mussoorie-ch-02
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Gay Male
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Author's Note:
Submission doesn't always begin with "yes."
Sometimes, it begins with: "Not tonight."
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Morning crept in slowly.
A bluish haze filtered through the curtains, the shadows changed, and the world outside started to stir.
Vikram blinked awake and turned toward the window, the light gently stinging his eyes.
The room was warm with sleep, muffled. His body ached in small ways: his shoulders, his lower back, and the insides of his thighs where tension had burned through the night.
He turned his head slightly and saw it.
The sheet had slid down Ishaan's back in the night, just enough.
One hip, the small of his back, and the curve of his bare ass, soft and exposed in the light.
Vikram stared for a second too long.
Muscle memory twitched in his palm.
He forced himself to look away, slid out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom without a word.
Inside, he turned the tap hard and splashed cold water on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw tight. The image wouldn't leave him: Ishaan on his side, naked, one leg curled up, like his body had forgotten to stay guarded.
When he returned, Ishaan was awake.
And clothed, sort of.
He sat at the edge of the bed, hunched, hair wild from sleep, a pair of navy shorts clinging low on his hips. His bare back was still visible, lean and tense, his spine a line of tension against the dawn.
Vikram hesitated for a beat, then kept walking.
Ishaan didn't look up.
Just said, quietly, "Morning."
"Yeah." Vikram's voice was hoarse. "You sleep okay?"
Ishaan gave a soft snort. "Define okay."
A pause, then a tiny smile.
Vikram nodded. "Yeah, same."
They both laughed, dry, tired, and careful.
The room felt too bright by the time they started getting dressed.
There wasn't anything major that morning. Some family-only rituals were happening downstairs, cousins, aunts, and priests they didn't know. The friends had been told they could sleep in, or go out, or do whatever. The sagai wasn't until evening.
So they moved slow, languid, trying not to overthink it.
Ishaan had his suitcase open at the foot of the bed, rifling through folded shirts. Vikram stood at the closet mirror, tugging on a tee, then pulling it off again. Both were half-dressed, still figuring out the day.
The small talk was gentle, useless.
"Tanmay said we should go check out that lookout point near the church."
"Yeah, he's trying to herd everyone by eleven."
"We could grab breakfast on the way."
"Sure."
They didn't meet eyes much, but when they did, through the mirror or over the edge of a collar, it lingered, slightly too long.
When Ishaan reached down for a pair of jeans, Vikram bent to grab his sneakers from the side table. Their shoulders brushed.
Neither flinched, nor said anything.
Ishaan turned away first, his pulse jumping.
The denim in his hand had shifted, and he didn't even remember what pair he'd picked.
By the time they were both dressed, the quiet had stretched so long it felt like a third presence in the room.
Ishaan checked his watch. "You heading out?"
Vikram nodded. "Yeah, I'll go down first. You coming?"
"In a bit."
Vikram moved toward the door, slid on his watch, opened it halfway, then stopped.
He didn't turn, just paused.
Then left.
The door clicked shut.
Ishaan stood still for a moment, then sat back down on the bed.
The sheets were still rumpled, the faintest stain on one pillowcase, and the air still smelled like them.
He didn't touch anything, just stared.
Like the ghost of the night had settled into the room, still watching him.
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By mid-morning, the hills were already warming under a crisp spring sun. The resort's breakfast spread was laid out on the back patio: saffron poha, masala omelettes, and dry fruit pancakes, but most of the boys hovered over coffee and cigarettes instead.
Ishaan strolled out late, sunglasses shielding his face, hair still sleep-ruffled. He looked like he hadn't tried, but he absolutely had. Vikram didn't look at him, not directly.
But when Ishaan leaned forward to pour himself a cup of chai, his t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing the curve of his lower back, taut, thick, and unforgiving. Vikram's fingers flexed around his coffee mug. That ass had been bare beneath the sheets last night, twitching at nothing but his voice.
Tanmay let out a low whistle. "Bro, you been squatting in Bombay or what?"
Ishaan didn't even flinch. "Every time I see your face, I do five extra."
Himanshu, sprawled out on a jute rug, pointed his kebab stick like a mic. "No, but real talk, your ass used to be normal, and now it's—"
"Now it's a certified weapon," Tanmay finished. "Like, what the hell, man? When did this happen?"
Ishaan shrugged, still facing the table. "You people are obsessed. It's just angles."
Kunal looked up from his phone, grinning. "I should've hired you as my bachelor party stripper, yaar. Missed opportunity."
Laughter broke out across the group.
Ishaan gave a mock bow. "Can still fit you in. Last-minute discounts for grooms."
"You're disgusting," Tanmay said, chuckling. "But like, respectfully, this is a 'drop your cutlery and bend him over the charpai' ass."
"Don't project your kinks onto me, bro," Ishaan fired back, grinning.
Then, Vikram's voice, calm and even: "He's not wrong."
Heads turned. Vikram stood near the edge of the patio, sipping black coffee, his tone light and offhanded. But his eyes met Ishaan's and held.
"That ass could make a man reconsider a lot of things."
More laughter. Someone slapped the table, someone else nearly spat their chai.
"Vikram, bro!" Tanmay wheezed. "What's in your coffee?"
Vikram raised his mug. "Truth."
The group cracked up again.
Ishaan just grinned, slow and unbothered. "You guys need to get laid," he said, reaching for a pancake. "Desperation is a disease."
But beneath the easy swagger, his cock stirred, and his ears burned.
Around them, the morning settled back into its rhythm: lazy jokes, steam rising off paper cups, and someone moaning about the hangover from last night's Sufi set. Kunal was texting vendors again, Tanmay was yelling about rehearsal calls, and Santosh was organizing a half-day trip into town before the sagai started that evening.
No one mentioned the ass again.
But it lingered, in the silence between two men pretending nothing had shifted.
"Let's just go walk around a bit," Tanmay said. "Grab something to eat later, maybe see that church spot tourists always click photos at."
Vikram shrugged. "I'm in."
Ishaan lit a cigarette. "Same."
The group split into pairs and trios as they wandered down from the resort's entrance, winding into the narrow streets of the bazaar. Mussoorie was a quiet hum of late-season sun: families posing in front of candy stalls, hawkers selling warm peanuts, cheap leather belts, and bright shawls. A monkey stole a banana, a child cried, and a tourist dropped their phone.
At one point, Ishaan found himself walking alongside Mukul, both clutching paper cups of watery filter coffee.
"Weird, right?" Mukul said, nodding toward a man dressed in a panda costume offering selfies for cash. "Mussoorie's like, old-school weird."
Ishaan gave a noncommittal laugh. "Yeah, kind of perfect."
Now they were on Mall Road, bundled in jackets and sunglasses, coasting through the slow swirl of tourists, dogs, and the faint burnt smell of roasted peanuts. The group had split and reformed several times already, like tide and silt. Himanshu and Harsh peeled off for cigarettes, Vanya and Sona wandered into a café to look at muffins.
They passed a shop window full of wooden toys: trains, monkeys, and dolls with swinging limbs. Vikram stood inside, peering down at a collection of miniature auto-rickshaws, his sunglasses pushed up to rest on his head. When Ishaan stepped in, their eyes met briefly, then slid away again.
They said nothing, just moved past each other, the way people who knew each other's sweat did when they were back in public.
Further down the road, a strange Tibetan curio shop caught Vikram's attention. Incense sticks, daggers, brass bells, and vaguely pornographic keychains hung in clusters from the ceiling. Ishaan followed him in, amused by the box of velvet chokers labeled FOR YOUR PET.
"Very subtle," Vikram murmured under his breath, glancing at Ishaan. A small smile played on his lips, but he didn't wait for a response before drifting into a narrow doorway toward the back of the store.
Ishaan didn't notice where he'd gone until much later, only caught up when they rejoined the others a block down, Vikram holding a paper bag, his expression unreadable.
They regrouped for brunch at a hill-facing restaurant with chipped blue benches and faded photos of celebrities who'd apparently once eaten there. Parathas were ordered, butter floated in puddles, and Tanmay was debating the ethics of AI girlfriends with Anshul. Ishaan mostly nodded along, tossing in the occasional "yeah, totally" between mouthfuls of aloo.
He felt Vikram beside him, present, composed, and slightly aloof. Vikram was talking to Santosh now, describing a cocktail bar in Bombay that supposedly served whiskey in perfume bottles. But every now and then, Ishaan felt it: a hand at the small of his back as they passed through a crowded corner; fingers ghosting the curve of his ass under the excuse of steadying him as they climbed a narrow staircase; Vikram's voice just behind his ear, saying "Careful" when someone dropped a fork.
The touches were brief and natural, but each one left something behind: a pressure, a heat.
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When they returned to the resort after lunch, sunlight already beginning to dim behind soft clouds, the friend group scattered again. People needed naps, showers, or time to scroll through reels in silence. The Sagai was at 6:30, leaving barely a couple of hours.
The suite was dim when Ishaan stepped in first. Lights low, curtains still half-drawn from the morning. It felt like stepping into a version of silence that only lived between two men who knew each other too well.
Vikram walked in behind him, letting the door fall shut with a heavy finality.
Ishaan moved to the bed, dropped his phone, and sat on the edge to untie his sneakers. His shirt stuck faintly to his back with dried sweat from the walk. He didn't look up when Vikram passed by him, nor did he speak when the faint click of a zipper came from somewhere behind. The suitcase? No, the small brown paper bag they'd picked up from that discreet store near the incense shop, the one Vikram had told him, with a casual smirk, was "for later."
He hadn't thought about it again.
Until now.
Vikram crossed to the long dresser. He didn't say anything, just took out two items and placed them deliberately on the surface near Ishaan's side of the bed.
A small bottle of silicone-based lube and a blush-pink silicone butt plug, narrow, delicate, and gleaming in the light like a quiet, private joke.
Ishaan froze, his fingers pausing mid-lace. He looked up slowly, a flush rising to his face before he could stop it.
Vikram didn't even glance at him, already walking away, toward the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt lazily.
Then came the voice, muffled but deliberate through the bathroom door.
"If you're done pretending," Vikram called out, voice dry as gin, "you know where this goes."
Ishaan sat still for a long beat. The plug sat squarely in the center of his peripheral vision, like a punctuation mark that ended the entire day.
He swallowed.
There was nothing sexual about it, not yet, no action taken. But everything in that room felt shifted and claimed. The bed he sat on didn't feel neutral anymore, the dresser felt like it had been marked, and the silence now held weight in it.
He stood slowly, moving like something had just changed in his spine, and stared at the plug, then at the mirror behind it. His own reflection looked unsettled and alert.
When Vikram came out, towel wrapped around his waist, hair wet and eyes heavy-lidded from steam, Ishaan was still standing there, still fully clothed.
"You're up," Vikram said casually. He walked over and clapped Ishaan lightly on the shoulder, a perfectly normal gesture between friends. Except his hand lingered just a second too long. The weight of his palm sent a subtle pressure down Ishaan's back.
Then it was gone.
Vikram didn't look back as he dropped the towel and dressed. Ishaan caught the glimpse of his bare cock in the mirror and turned away sharply, breath snagging.
It took him another five minutes to start changing.
And the plug? He didn't touch it.
But he didn't move it either.
It told him exactly who owned this space. Who owned him.
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By the time the Sagai began, the mountains had gone dusky and rose-tinted, draped in a gauze of cloud that caught the last blush of sunlight. Fairy lights lined the canopy at the lawn's edge, carnations spilled in spirals down the whitewashed pillars, and waiters in black carried trays of rosé and peach sangria like clockwork. The music was discreet, retro Bollywood softened into jazz.
Ishaan stood under the marquee, drink in hand, resplendent in a cream chikankari kurta that clung to him in all the ways it shouldn't. Damp air made it stick just slightly at the lower back. His sleeves were rolled up just enough to show forearms, tanned, veined, and capable, and his collar was open, the top clasp undone. His hair was still wet at the nape. He looked like he belonged in someone's photo album from the eighties, all smirk, shoulder, and soft gold hour light.
Vikram noticed, of course he noticed.
He stood further back near the bar, dressed in midnight navy that fit close across his chest, sipping neat whiskey, watching Ishaan from behind half-lidded eyes. The lube and plug were still untouched on the dresser in their room. He hadn't expected Ishaan to give in right away. It was never about obedience, not yet.
It was about the waiting.
And about how Ishaan shifted now, walking like his skin didn't quite fit right, like he couldn't decide how visible he wanted to be. He smiled too easily at the uncles, laughed too loud at a cousin's joke, and touched his own wrist absently as he passed by women, like he didn't quite know what to do with his hands.
That's when she appeared.
Aditi, cousin of the bride, Delhi-based brand strategist, charming in the soft, toothy way of women who'd always been admired. She wore a bottle green lehenga and had the exact kind of laugh people leaned toward at weddings. She slid up beside Ishaan with a practiced smile, her fingers brushing his elbow like it was accidental.
Vikram sipped his whiskey.
Ishaan responded too quickly. That old switch flipped, the boy he'd been in college came back for a moment: the easy masculine swagger, the rehearsed one-liners. He turned toward Aditi, leaned in to say something Vikram couldn't hear, and she laughed, threw her head back, and let her hand rest lightly at his waist.
And Ishaan let it happen, not only let it, but leaned into it. His arm came around her gently, just for a second, his fingers brushed her hair. She didn't seem to mind. They looked good, from the outside.
But Vikram knew better.
He knew what that little act was. It wasn't flirting, but armor, a distraction, a test.
Vikram finished his drink and placed the glass on a passing tray.
It wasn't jealousy, that wasn't the word. He'd known Ishaan's mouth, his hole, and the way he whimpered when his neck was bitten. This? This was comedy.
But it was disrespect.
Because Ishaan knew exactly who he belonged to, yet still he played pretend for the crowd.
Vikram waited.
Ishaan excused himself five minutes later, laughter still painted on his lips like a mask, saying something about getting some air. He took the back staircase from the lawn up toward the upper floors of the villa, fingers tugging at his collar like it had gotten too tight.
Vikram followed after exactly one minute, not hurried, nor subtle either.
He found Ishaan in the farthest bathroom on the second floor, one of those overly ornate guest washrooms meant for visiting relatives and unused during actual functions. The light was soft, a flickering candle-shaped bulb, a gilt mirror above a marble sink. Ishaan stood at it, palms pressed flat on the edge, breathing through his nose like he'd just run a race he didn't want to admit he was in.
He saw Vikram in the mirror.
Their eyes met in the glass, and neither of them looked away.
Vikram shut the door behind him.
Ishaan didn't speak right away, his hands staying braced on either side of the marble basin, like the vanity was the only thing anchoring him. The loose threads of performance, the laugh, the smile, and the casual lean against Aditi, were still fraying off his skin.
Vikram leaned against the closed door behind him, one hand sliding into his pocket. His tone was deceptively mild.
"So," he said. "That was cute."
Ishaan's jaw worked, he met Vikram's eyes in the mirror again but didn't turn.
Vikram stepped forward, slow and deliberate. "The laugh was a little too much. You've never been that funny."
"She liked it," Ishaan said, voice dry.
"She laughed for you, not at your joke."
Ishaan straightened, but still didn't face him. His reflection flickered, shoulders rigid, throat moving as he swallowed. "Not everything I do is about you."
"Oh, that's right," Vikram said, stepping closer. "You're a new man now, straight and charming, someone's future son-in-law, maybe."
Ishaan turned.
The sudden pivot was sharp and defensive, his mouth tight, and he met Vikram's gaze with something like anger.
"I'm not your fucking toy," he said. "You don't get to keep tabs on who I talk to."
Vikram didn't blink.
"You think this is about jealousy?"
Ishaan's fists were clenched now, his voice rising. "You think everything that happens to me, everything I do, is about you? Newsflash. It's not. I've moved on. I'm not yours. I'm not gay."
Vikram let the silence hang.
Then: "You're not straight either."
The words landed like ice in a wound.
Ishaan opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out.
Vikram stepped closer, there was no more space to retreat. Ishaan's back was inches from the vanity now, his hands gripped the edge like he needed something real to hold on to.
"You think that little dance out there works?" Vikram said, voice low now, biting. "You think holding her waist makes you forget the way you moaned in bed last night?"
Ishaan flinched.
"You think flirting makes your hole any less mine?"
"Shut up," Ishaan hissed, but his voice cracked on the second word.
Vikram didn't stop.
"That laugh you gave her? It was fake. That weak charm? You looked desperate, Ishaan, the kind of desperate that only comes when you're running from something you already know."
Ishaan pushed away from the sink, but Vikram was quicker. He stepped into Ishaan's space, grabbed his wrist, and yanked it down. Ishaan gasped, stumbling, back hitting the vanity.
And then Vikram kissed him.
Not sweet, nor slow, but brutal, teeth clashing, lips crushed. Their bodies pressed tight, chests rising hard against each other. Ishaan made a choked noise in the back of his throat, resisting for a second, but his mouth opened, and Vikram was inside, tongue claiming and demanding.
Ishaan clawed at his kurta, fingers tangled in the fabric, kissing back now like it hurt.
Because it did.
Because it meant surrender.
Vikram broke the kiss, panting, his hand in Ishaan's hair now, tight at the roots. Ishaan was trembling.
Vikram's eyes searched his face, then drifted downward, saw the slight bulge at the crotch of Ishaan's cream pyjamas.
"Not here," Vikram said, his voice hoarse. He let go.
Ishaan looked wrecked, flushed, dazed, lips red and open. His chest rose like he'd run miles uphill. There was a beat of silence. Then:
"Later?" Ishaan whispered.
His voice was barely audible.
Vikram didn't answer right away.
He leaned in, brushed his mouth against Ishaan's ear, and said:
"You'll be ready."
And then he was gone, back through the door without another look.
Leaving Ishaan in the mirror, breathless and alone, his reflection staring back at him like it had just watched something unspoken shatter quietly inside.
And all that was left now was to fall.
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They didn't speak as they entered the room.
The Sagai was hours behind them now, the last of the music had faded, and the corridor outside still held faint sounds: heels on tile, a half-laugh, and the distant hiss of a kettle in some staff pantry, but their suite was sealed quiet, cool and still, as though waiting for something to break.
Ishaan walked in first, automatic, his steps slowing near the dresser.
The plug was still there.
He didn't look at it directly, just took a breath and let his eyes slide over it, as if its presence no longer required acknowledgment, as if it had already been absorbed into the fabric of the night, something inevitable.
Behind him, Vikram shut the door with a quiet click, no tension, no rush. He didn't touch Ishaan, didn't even brush past him, but simply moved across the room, tugged the curtains shut, and turned off the overhead light. Only the bedside lamp stayed on now, throwing a soft amber hush across the space.
Ishaan stood still.
He felt his pulse behind his ears, felt the heat still blooming faintly on his face from that kiss, hard, angry, and broken open like a blister. The moment in the upstairs bathroom was burned into his body now, a reminder, a brand.
Vikram sat down on his bed.
There was no command in his voice when he spoke, just quiet certainty.
"Take it all off."
Not can you, nor will you, just that.
Ishaan's breath caught, his fingers twitched where they hung at his sides. He didn't move at first, not because he was resisting, but because something inside him had stopped or shifted, like a coin flipping and landing on the edge, unsure which way it would fall.
Then, slowly and silently, he began to strip.
One sleeve, then the other, the fabric of his kurta slid off his shoulders, pooling onto the floor without drama. He pushed his pajama trousers down next, stepped out, underwear last. He peeled them down with a deliberate slowness, like every motion might be watched, even if Vikram hadn't said a word.
Now he was bare.
And Vikram saw it all, not just what was in front of him, but everything that had changed.
Seven years, seven fucking years, and Ishaan's body had grown into itself in the most maddening way. He was still lean, yes, but denser now, more muscle carved into the same frame. His shoulders had broadened, chest a touch fuller, thighs more defined. There was light hair now, on his legs, just above his ass, and dusting the small of his back, faint, golden-brown strands that caught the afternoon sun like a secret.
And then, his ass.
That ass had haunted Vikram for years. Once, it had been plump in the prettiest way, smooth and soft like something sculpted, almost girly in its perfection, round and high and obscene on a man who otherwise looked like he belonged in a locker room. That contradiction had always driven Vikram insane, how this straight, masculine friend of his had an ass made to be used.
Now, though, it was worse, bigger, fuller. The softness hadn't gone, it had just been swallowed into something more dangerous, muscle and curve layered together, taut under skin but still pillowy enough to fuck into. That cleft, that depth, still there, still shadowed by that impossible roundness. His waist was just as slim, maybe even tighter now, but his lower half had thickened into something pornographic.
His body had matured, his ass had evolved.
No longer just a contradiction, it was a goddamn invitation, masculine, yes, but built to bend, built to take, built to be claimed.
Vikram didn't move, didn't speak, just stared, jaw tight, cock hardening against his thigh.
He'd remembered it all wrong.
Ishaan wasn't the same, he was better.
The light traced the curves of his body, his long spine, and the broader shoulders that made him look so much more imposing now. His back dipped in just above his ass, a slight indentation that made the rest of him look more sculpted and deliberate. His cock hung heavy between his legs, soft but stirring with the weight of the moment. His chest rose and fell quicker now, the nipples tight and begging for attention, a stark contrast to the vulnerability his body exposed.
But it wasn't just the surface, it was everything beneath it, the deeper tension building in his lean frame. Vikram felt it all: the raw need that simmered just beneath Ishaan's skin, the undeniable hunger.
Vikram hadn't said a word since, he just watched, elbows on his knees, the kind of gaze that was impossible to dodge.
Ishaan's breath stuttered, and a rush of heat flooded his chest. He'd always worn his cocky, loud personality like armor, the kind that kept others at a distance, hidden behind layers of false confidence. But beneath it all, there was always the hollow truth, Vikram had shown him in Goa what he'd tried to bury: that he was meant to be owned, meant to submit.
He'd regained some of that bravado in the past seven years, but now, standing naked in front of Vikram, it felt like that mask was at its breaking point again. The moment he stripped, a new weight settled on his chest, and he felt every part of himself laid bare, physically and emotionally.
Vikram's gaze was all-consuming, like an invisible hand pressing down on him, making him feel both exposed and trapped in the same breath. It wasn't just the physical exposure, it was the way Vikram looked at him, as if he could see through all the layers Ishaan had carefully built.
He felt a deep ache in his chest, something raw and exposed, like all the noise he'd created over the years had been reduced to nothing. This wasn't just about being seen, it was about being claimed, and Ishaan couldn't deny the sharp thrill of that knowledge.
Every part of him, every nerve, was screaming for something only Vikram could give.
Ishaan didn't ask what next, he knew.
He moved toward his bed, the one they now shared, even if nothing about it felt neutral anymore, and crawled in, turning over onto his stomach, pillow under his cheek, arms tucked close. He didn't cover himself, he just waited.
Behind him, he heard the soft drag of fabric, Vikram shifting and adjusting. When Ishaan risked a glance over his shoulder, he caught the faintest sight: waistband low on Vikram's hips, shorts pushed down just enough, cock freed, hard already, long and thick, beautiful in the worst way.
Then the blanket was lifted, not all the way, just enough to allow space. A hand on the curve of Ishaan's ass guided him silently into place.
And then contact.
Skin on skin.
Vikram's cock pressed between Ishaan's cheeks, hot, heavy, and already slick at the tip. No lube, no aim to push in, just the obscene friction of bare skin dragging slowly between his ass cheeks as Vikram rocked into him.
No words, just heat.
The first grind was deliberate, a long, slow drag upward, cockhead gliding along the crease, smearing precum along the small of Ishaan's back. The second was harder, a push. Vikram's hand landed flat on Ishaan's lower back, pinning him down, not cruel but unmistakable.
Control, full and quiet.
Ishaan's toes curled under the blanket, his thighs tried not to tremble. The friction was unbearable, slippery and electric. Every brush of Vikram's cock against the skin just above his tight ring made his stomach clench.
He hadn't touched himself, he wouldn't.
The blanket now pressed against his back like a second skin, his breath fogged the pillow. Vikram shifted again, angling his hips to grind deeper, letting his shaft slide upward, slow and obscene, until it pressed tight between Ishaan's cheeks and ground hard just above his entrance.
It wasn't fucking, but it felt worse, better, helpless.
And then came the sound, not words, just the low, guttural breath Vikram let out, like something restrained was being fed again after too long.
His voice had been absent until now, but when it returned, it was low and brutal.
"You remember this, don't you?"
Not a question, a confirmation.
Ishaan didn't answer, his face flushed, eyes squeezed shut. His hips arched backward faintly, too faintly, as if his body was betraying him against his will.
But Vikram knew better.
Vikram didn't need Ishaan to answer.
He could feel the memory reanimating under his palms, the heat of Goa, the nights that had no rules, no hesitation, when Ishaan had been stripped down not just in body, but in will. This wasn't new to either of them, it was return.
Vikram's cock slid between Ishaan's cheeks again, this time slower, grinding, not thrusting, not searching for entry, just savoring the slick channel his body created. Ishaan's skin was hot now, flushed and damp, every breath a whimper held back.
And then a sharp slap echoed in the room.
Vikram's hand landed flat across Ishaan's right cheek, then again on the left. The sound snapped like a matchstick in the quiet.
Ishaan gasped, not loud, not dramatic, just a choked hitch of breath.
His back arched reflexively, ass lifting higher, like the pain had jolted something loose in him. Vikram rubbed his palm over the spot, red already blooming there, and slapped him again, harder, not brutal, but unyielding.
There.
The mark stayed.
Ishaan didn't beg, he didn't move away, he just let his body melt further into the mattress, muscles loosening, like something inside him had unclenched. His fingers gripped the sheets now, but his chest had slowed, his breath came deep and steady.
He wasn't resisting anymore, he was giving in.
Vikram leaned over him now, pressing his cock deep into that space, between flushed, stinging cheeks, and moved, not fucking, just pressure, heat, friction. His own breath grew ragged, low grunts escaping him as he pushed forward again and again.
Ishaan's hole twitched under him, hungry, empty, open.
"Please," Ishaan whispered finally, voice cracked and wrecked. "Please fill me."
It wasn't desperation, it was surrender, full and devastating.
Vikram groaned into his shoulder, lips brushing against Ishaan's hot skin.
"Not tonight."
The denial hit like a lash, sharp, cold, and final.
Ishaan made a sound, a low, keening exhale, and buried his face into the pillow. But he didn't protest, he didn't try to shift, he just stayed there, naked and punished, grinding up helplessly against nothing.
And that was when it happened.
Vikram felt it first, the way Ishaan's body locked up under him, spine tightening, thighs clenching. There was no warning, no frantic stroking, no fingers on his cock, just the tremble, the raw, silent shudder that began in his gut and exploded out of him.
Ishaan came untouched.
His cock pressed helplessly against the mattress, leaking hard and fast as the waves took him. He groaned low into the pillow, hips jerking once, twice, and then collapsing.
Vikram didn't stop.
His cock, now slick with Ishaan's sweat and the friction of those clenched cheeks, drove harder between them. He gripped Ishaan's hips tighter, grunted, and came, thick spurts landing across Ishaan's ass and lower back, sticky, claiming.
He stayed there a moment, forehead against Ishaan's spine, their breath the only sound.
Then he pulled away, tucked himself back into his shorts without a word.
Ishaan stayed still, face buried, chest rising unevenly. The blankets were damp beneath him now, his ass red and glazed with cum, his body a map of what had been taken and given.
Vikram didn't speak, he just reached for the blanket and covered him gently, no kiss, no praise, nothing but the heat of him, quiet, breathless, and still trembling in the dark.
The night outside was silent now, no wind, no footsteps.
Just two bodies, one in control, the other finally, completely undone.
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💬
Tell me how that hit.
Was it the kiss in the bathroom? The untouched orgasm? The plug left waiting?
Vikram didn't fuck him. He didn't have to.
Ishaan's already crumbling—and we're only on day two.
What would you have done in that room?
Drop your favorite moment. Your kinkiest read.
The plug is in play now. The real punishment begins tomorrow.
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"dominant",
"gay male",
"submissive",
"rough sex",
"plug",
"spanking",
"humiliation",
"butt plug",
"edging",
"friends"
] |
Four Kitties - Pt. 01
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https://www.literotica.com/s/four-kitties-pt-01
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Taboo/Incest
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Four Kitties
Mike wiped away the mess he had just made and tossed the cum covered washcloth into his laundry hamper. He washed his hands then walked back to his desk, closing his laptop with the video still on screen. Mike slipped on a pair of loose fitting exercise shorts and headed toward the kitchen to grab a bedtime snack.
His mother, Liz, was sitting on the couch watching TV. She looked up at him and smiled but said nothing.
"I'm going to get something to eat. Want anything?" he asked.
She held up her nearly empty wine glass. "How about a refill?" she asked.
"Want some cheese to go with it?" he asked, taking the glass.
"A couple of small wedges of Brie would be nice."
"A couple meaning two?"
"Two or three."
"Rind on or off?" he asked.
"Since you offered, off please."
Mike walked into the kitchen and saw the block of cheese already sitting out on the counter. He grabbed a small plate and cut off a wedge then removed the rind. Mike put it on the plate and cut it into four smaller wedges, then put one in his mouth. Turning to the refrigerator, he grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled his mother's glass. Mike grabbed a napkin and carried the plate and glass to his mother.
"Anything else, madam?" he asked.
"No, sir. Thank you," she replied smiling.
Mike went back to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. He grabbed a bottle of water then joined her on the couch.
"What are you watching?" her son asked.
"Beats me. It's one of those hospital shows."
"Any good?"
"The plot seems good, but the acting is...well...pitiful," his mother replied.
"Speaking of acting, did aunt Debi used to be in movies?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I thought I saw her in something a little while ago," her son replied.
"Are you still going to grandma's tomorrow to mow the lawn?"
"Yeah, late morning, before it gets hot."
"She'll probably be there. Ask her."
"Is it some kind of secret?" he asked.
"Not at all. I'd just prefer you discuss it with her."
"Fair enough. I'll see you in the morning," Mike told his mother then went back to his room.
Once Liz heard her son's door close she picked up her phone and called her sister Debi.
"Hey," Debi answered.
"I think the cat is out of the bag," Liz told her.
"What cat? What bag?"
"Mike just asked me if you used to be in movies."
"I'm still in movies. What did you tell him?"
"To ask you tomorrow when we're at mom's," Liz replied.
"Well, we all knew sooner or later it would come up. How would you like me to approach it?" Debi asked.
"Honestly. I'd rather he hear it from us."
"All of it?" Debi asked.
"Might as well. Four Kitties is how we can afford to live like we do," Liz replied.
"How do you think he'll react?"
Liz chuckled. "Like any nineteen year old boy would. He'll get a hard on, drool, and want to get naked."
"Mom has been wanting to audition him since he turned eighteen."
"So have you and Sheena."
"What can I say? He's a hunk. Can we?"
"Mike is an adult. He can make his own decisions," Liz told her.
"Can we get the audition on camera?" her sister asked.
"That's up to Mike."
"I'll stop by the studio and grab a couple just in case. Is he built like his father?" Debi asked.
"I have no idea. He was about six the last time I saw him naked."
"He's probably grown a bit."
"Probably," Liz agreed.
*****
Liz and her son pulled up and parked on the street in front of her mother's house at about ten on Saturday morning. Both her sister and niece's cars were parked in the driveway. They went inside and found Debi, her daughter Sheena, and Raquel, the patriarch of the family, sitting in the sunroom drinking wine.
"It's a little early for wine, don't you think?" Liz asked.
"It's Saturday. I never think on Saturday," her mother Raquel answered.
"Hi Mike," Sheena said smiling and stood to hug him.
"You get prettier every time I see you," Mike replied hugging her.
"And you get more studly," she replied.
Mike blushed then went to hug his aunt and grandmother.
"Ladies, I'm going to go take care of the lawn before it gets hot," Mike announced.
"Do it with your shirt off. I could use some eye candy," his aunt told him.
"Leave my son alone," Liz told her sister smiling.
Mike hadn't been gone for more than a few seconds before Raquel spoke.
"What happened?"
"He asked me last night if Debi used to be in movies," Liz replied.
"What did you tell him?" her mother asked.
"I told him to ask her."
"He only asked about me?" Debi asked.
"Just you. I suspect he was browsing and ran across one of your clips."
"How would you like us to approach this?" Raquel asked.
"I knew that he'd find out sooner or later. I'm actually surprised it took him so long. I think honesty would be the best approach," Liz replied.
"How honest?" Sheena asked.
"I haven't spoken to Nina, so I don't think we should mention her," Liz said.
"How do you think he'll take it?" Raquel asked.
"Like any nineteen year old male. He'll get a hard on and want in," Liz replied.
"And you're okay with that?" her mother asked.
"He's an adult," Liz replied.
"So, we can audition him?" Debi asked.
"I'm fine with that, if that's what he wants," Liz told her.
"I brought cameras and a tripod," Debi said.
"Grandma, you should be first," Sheena said.
"If it happens, I have every intention of being first. Is he built like his father?"
"Mother, I haven't seen him naked since he was about six. I have no clue," Liz replied.
"Do you want to do a simple casting or a scene?" Debi asked her mother.
"Liz is the director. You should ask her," Raquel replied.
Everyone looked at Liz.
"If we do this, I'd prefer scenes. Casting males doesn't sell nearly as well as scenes do."
"Isn't recording your son going to be awkward?" Sheena asked.
"Probably, but that's where you three come in. As actresses, it's your job to make him forget about the camera and that his mother is holding it," Liz replied.
"You know what I'd really like to see is real mother and son stuff. That would be so fucking hot," Debi told them.
"Sorry, I work behind the camera," Liz said smiling.
"That would sell," Raquel agreed.
"What scenes are you planning?" Sheena asked.
*****
About forty-five minutes later, as Mike was mowing, his aunt Debi walked up with a bottle of water. He smiled and turned off the mower.
"Thanks," he told her, taking a big drink.
"You're welcome. I thought you were going to take your shirt off," she said giving it a tug.
He handed the bottle back and pulled off his t-shirt.
"Nice bod," she complimented.
"You have a nice bod too," he replied.
"You've seen it?"
"I'm pretty sure I have," Mike replied.
"Tell me."
"I was browsing some videos last night and one of the people looked just like you."
"What was this person doing?"
"Well, she was naked and..."
"And what?" Debi asked grinning.
"Giving a guy a massage."
"That's it? She was just giving a massage?" his aunt asked.
"A happy ending massage," he added.
"Ever had one?"
"No. I've never had a massage, happy or otherwise," Mike admitted blushing.
"Want one?" she asked.
"Depends on who's doing it."
"How about if I did it?"
"Like in the video?"
"You haven't told me how she was doing it other than being naked. Was she using her hands, mouth, or body to make her client happy?"
"D, all of the above. It was a Nuru massage."
"That may have been me. I made a few videos doing that. You never did answer my question. Do you want one?"
"I'd love one."
"It wouldn't bother you having your aunt's naked body sliding up and down on yours?"
"The aunt part wouldn't bother me at all. The body part would probably drive me crazy."
"I think that's the idea," she advised looking at his crotch and smiling.
"Er, I should probably finish mowing," Mike said blushing.
"Just curious, did you watch 'til the end?"
"Yeah."
"Did she finish using her mouth?"
"Yeah."
"That probably was me. Want one?" his aunt asked.
"Oh yeah."
"I'll ask your mother if it's okay," she said turning and walking away."
Mike readjusted his package as he watched his aunt walk away, then restarted the mower. Debi smiled at the three women who had been watching from the sunroom window.
*****
Mike finished up then came back inside. His cousin handed him a towel and a bottle of water as soon as he stepped inside.
"Go shower. Lunch will be ready by the time you're done," she said.
"Cool."
"Your backpack is already up there. Oh, mom said to tell you not to jerk off," Sheena said grinning.
"Sometimes I worry about your mom," Mike said smiling.
"You and me both. Go. I'm hungry."
"Okay, bossy."
Sheena swatted his ass then walked away.
After his aunt's earlier teasing, Mike had planned on jerking off. He really didn't think her massage offer was real but decided to follow her instructions just in case.
"Are we all set?" Liz asked the other women.
"Scene 1, ready," Raquel replied.
"Scene 2, good to go," Debi said.
"Scene 3, ready, willing, and able. No scripts?" Sheena asked.
"Mike did theater in high school and is taking a class in college. I'm just giving everyone the scenario. You can adlib your dialogue," Liz replied.
"Sheena, your scene is by far the most complex. It needs to be hot romance. Since Mike is an unknown, you may need to take the lead," her grandmother informed her.
"That's if this even happens," Liz cautioned.
"Oh, it'll happen," Debi chuckled.
*****
Mike returned about ten minutes later looking refreshed and much cooler. He was dressed just in the tank top and shorts he had packed and joined his family at the dining table. After everyone had begun eating, his mother broke the unusual silence.
"Mike," his mother began. "About fifteen years ago your grandmother, Debi, and I started our own company. It was very successful and has allowed us all to live a fairly luxurious lifestyle."
"Your grandma and I were already in a similar business, so we brought that experience with us," his aunt added.
"In college, I studied filmmaking, cinematography and directing," his mother added.
"Oh, for christ sake! Mike we make porn." his grandmother announced.
"That would explain what I saw on the internet," Mike said.
"What you saw was before we began our company. We cater to a more specific audience. Mostly women. Our films are copyrighted. If we find them being shown on the web, we sue the shit out of whoever is showing them," his grandmother added.
Mike looked at his mother. "You do porn?" he asked.
"I film, direct, edit, and produce. My work is behind the scenes, not in the films," his mother replied.
"Mostly, anyway. Sometimes she's a body double if needed," Sheena told him.
"Bigmouth. You never see my face," his mother corrected.
"So, the rest of you are in the films?" he asked.
"Your aunt and I were in the business well before Four Kitties. Sheena joined us right after she turned eighteen."
"Four Kitties?" he asked.
"Our plan was to make adult videos by women for women," his mother said.
"Who was the fourth?" he asked.
"It was just we three. Four Kitties is a play on words. There are five of us now," Sheena said.
"Who is number five?"
"An anonymous partner. For now, that's all I can tell you," his mother advised.
"So, men and women watch different stuff?" Mike asked.
"Yes, to a large extent. Women, as an example, are more turned on by the less graphic stuff. We still want to see everything, but not necessarily a five minute closeup of a twat," his grandmother chuckled.
"Our specialty is films targeting women's likes, but we do films for everyone," his mother added.
"I assume you have more than three women you work with," Mike said.
"We work with women ranging from the biggest stars to newcomers," his aunt said.
"Men too?"
"Men too," his mother said.
Mike jumped, feeling his cousin's bare foot come to rest on his cock.
Sheena laughed. "He's hard as a rock. Big too, I think," she said stroking him with her foot.
"Now you know," his mother said.
"Does Nina know?" Mike asked.
"Your sister discovered our business when she was eighteen. She knows everything," his mother replied.
Mike grinned. "Can I watch some of your films?"
"I'll give you limited access," his mother said. "I don't have permission from number five to show you those."
"You're dying to ask. I can see it in your face," his aunt said chuckling.
"Fine. How do you apply for a job at Four Kitties?" Mike asked sheepishly.
"Sometimes we're contacted by an Agent. Most of the time we get applications online. We screen them and if interested, we call them in for an audition," his mother advised.
"In your case, stand up and whip out your cock. If we like it we can audition you today," his aunt said.
Mike looked at his mother.
"Don't look at me. They do the auditions. I run the cameras. Have you had unprotected vaginal or anal sex?" his mother asked.
"That's kind of personal, don't you think?"
"It's important in the adult film business. We not only ask, we require lab testing."
"Oh yeah. I've had unprotected oral sex. Vaginal with a condom, and never had anal," her son replied.
"Thank you," she said.
"So, are you going to show us your cock or not?" Debi asked.
"You were serious?" he asked her.
"As a fucking heart attack," his aunt replied.
"With mom sitting right here?"
"If you work with us you'd better get used to it. I'm the director, usually the cinematographer, and the editor," his mother said.
Mike stood and put his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts. All four women were staring at his crotch. He watched his mother's face as he pulled down his shorts and exposed himself. Liz smiled.
"You're built like your father," his grandmother said nonchalantly.
"Am I?" Mike asked his mother.
"Maybe a little bigger," she replied.
"Grandma, how do you happen to know how big he was?" Mike asked.
"He was your aunt's boyfriend. He did his first audition with me."
"And then your mother stole him from me," Debi said smiling.
"I did no such thing. I borrowed him. With your permission, I might add," Liz rebutted.
"Was he in films?" Mike asked.
"No. He was scheduled to be in one with me but fell off the side of a mountain trying to climb it," Debi said.
"Can we please get on with this? I really want to fuck him," Sheena asked.
"How many times can you cum?" Debi asked.
"Two or three, maybe."
"It better be three. I don't get you 'til last," Sheena grumbled.
"You guys planned this?" Mike asked.
"Let's say we anticipated it would come to this," his mother replied. "Put your dick away and follow grandma to the sunroom. Debi, Sheena, you can clear the table then join us there."
*****
"Mike, sit here in the middle of the loveseat," his mother told him. "In some videos we don't ever see the man's face. Mostly just his dick. That's what we're doing here. Your grandmother and your dick are what we're going to be filming. Your job is to get an erection, keep it, and not cum until you're supposed to."
"How will I know when that is?"
"You won't. I know my way around a cock. You'll cum when I let you," his grandmother said.
"Here's the scenario. You're visiting grandma on summer break from college. She's asking you about school and your love life. Just adlib your answers but make them sound legit. Your girlfriend is only letting you get to second base. She's given you a handjob a couple of times but won't go further. Grandma decides to treat you to your first bj. Follow her lead. Any questions?" his mother asked.
"What do I call her?"
"Grandma. Mom, what are you calling Mike?"
"Brad," his grandmother replied.
Debi and Sheena came into the room.
"Debi, you get this from the side with the hand held camera. Sheena, you're with me from over his shoulder. Go ahead and put the camera on the tripod and set up over his right side. Mom prefers her left for pictures."
Over the next several minutes Liz set up the room for the video with her mother several feet away in a high back chair. Liz moved to where Sheena had set up the tripod and checked the camera settings.
"We're ready back here. Debi?"
"Ready and waiting."
"Any last minute questions?" Liz asked her son.
"This is kind of nerve racking. I've never had an audience before."
"Forget the audience. Pay attention to your grandmother. She's a pro and will walk you through the entire thing. Ready, mom?"
"I'm ready," she replied as she took her mark just outside the door.
"Quiet on the set. Action." Liz said.
Raquel entered the room carrying her glass of wine and smiled at her grandson.
"Thanks for doing the lawn, Brad," she said.
"You're welcome. After that gourmet breakfast this morning it's the least I can do."
"It looks great," she said taking her seat and setting the wine glass on the table next to her. "How is school going?"
"I love it. It's so much better than high school."
"What's your major?"
"Pre-med."
"Does that give you time to have a social life?" she asked.
"Not a lot, but there's a girl in my dorm that I see sometimes."
"See as in date?"
"Not really date, I guess. We just hang out."
"Like friends with benefits hangout?"
"I wish. More than just hang out sometimes but limited benefits."
His grandmother chuckled. "Define limited benefits."
"We sort of make out sometimes," he said.
"That's it? No petting? It's been a while, but when I was your age we were all pretty handsy."
"We touch a little," he advised her.
"Have you actually had her boob in your hand?"
"No. Just through her clothes."
"She hasn't touched you either, I assume?"
"Not directly."
"How long have you been seeing her?"
"Since the beginning of the year."
"Six months? Jesus, by now she should be sucking your dick." Mark chuckled. "You have had your dick sucked, right?"
"Grandma, it seems weird talking about this to you," he said.
"There's no chance your mother would approach the subject. Your father isn't around anymore. You're an only child. Guys your age don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. Who else is there? You're stuck with this old broad. At least I suck dick. Have you ever had a blowjob?"
"I thought girls didn't care for that."
"Girls, maybe. Women do. Another thing, if she doesn't suck dick, don't eat her pussy. She doesn't deserve it."
"But you like doing it?" he asked.
"I could live on it," she said getting up.
Grandma grabbed a throw pillow and walked to him, then dropped the pillow on the floor between his feet.
"What are you doing?"
"You're nineteen, in college, and never had your cock sucked. I'm going to rectify that," she replied as she knelt on the pillow.
"You're kidding, right?" her grandson asked.
"Lift up," she said tugging on his shorts. He raised his hips, and she pulled them to his ankles. "Nice," she said taking her grandson's hard cock in both hands and licking the pre-cum from the head.
"Ohhhh," he moaned as she began stroking him.
Raquel raised his sack with one hand and began licking it. He stiffened when her tongue slid along the area between the sack and his asshole.
"Oh my god," he whimpered watching her.
Raquel was about sixty and an older version of his mother and aunt. Her shoulder length sandy blonde hair was pulled back with a tie. She had a great body with breasts disproportionately large compared to the rest of her body. Her eyes were a shade of blue that was rarely seen in nature. They were captivating.
Mike was no slouch. He was just over six feet tall, lean, muscular, and movie star handsome.
Liz, watching every move her mother was making, felt herself getting wet. With all the films she had worked on this rarely happened. She envied her mother.
Raquel licked the length of her grandson's shaft then took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it repeatedly before taking him deep.
"Put your hands on her head and guide her but don't block the camera," his mother whispered into his ear.
He had forgotten she was there. Realizing again that his mother, his greatest fantasy, was watching her mother suck him, turned his already hard cock to stone.
For the next several minutes, Raquel continued to essentially worship her grandson's cock and balls. Liz had her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged them. His grandmother had brought him close twice but had eased off both times. He was nearing for a third time.
"Fill grandma's mouth with your cum. She wants it," his mother whispered.
Mike exploded and drove his cock deep into his grandmother's mouth, pumping several large streams in quick repetition. Raquel was unfazed and continued draining him. When he had finished she pulled off and showed him her mouthful before swallowing.
"Cut!" Liz said. "That was excellent."
"It was also the biggest load I've ever had," Raquel said smiling.
"Let's take about thirty minutes and we'll set up for our second scene. Mike drink fluids. You need to be able to perform again," his mother said.
"Good start, Mike," Sheena told him.
"Thanks. I did okay?" he asked.
"Good dialogue, big hard dick, nice money shot. You checked all the boxes. You should jump in the shower before the next part," Sheena suggested.
"What is the next part?" Mike asked.
"You and my mom."
"Doing what?"
"Fucking. You're making a porn film."
*****
"Mother, you're an editor's dream. I think I can use the entire thing," Liz told her.
"Mike seemed perfect from my end," Raquel pointed out.
"My end too."
"You got pretty flushed in there. You don't often do that," her mother said.
"What can I say. Watching your son getting oral by your mother is a real turn on," Liz replied.
"You need to fuck him. You both want it."
"I don't do scenes. I direct, remember?"
"I didn't say anything about making a film. I said you should fuck him."
"He has more than enough to keep him busy," Liz said.
"You might want to have him ease up on the throating. Debi and Sheena both gag easier than I do."
"Good point. He may need some coaching on eating pussy. Can you do that?" Liz asked.
"I'd suggest you have Sheena do that since she's wanting to direct."
"Okay. We'll see how he does."
"Liz, how are you going to film this?" Sheena asked.
"Stationary camera full length from the side and a hand held to move around. If we were in the studio I'd use a hand held at each end."
"Can I do the hand held?" Sheena asked.
"Are you ready for that?" Liz asked.
"I'm ready."
"Okay. Just stay out of frame and walk behind the stationary setup. Have you seen Mike?"
"I sent him to the shower," Sheena said.
"Good job. You're thinking like a director," Liz told her.
*****
"Let's go," Liz called out.
Everyone got up from the table and followed Raquel into a fairly large room. Inside was a single chair, a table, and in the center a massage table.
"Mike, you are now Tim Walters. You've come to collect the massage you won in a raffle. Debi, now Terri Easton, is your masseuse," Liz told her son as she handed him a small card. "She'll walk you through this. Have you eaten pussy before?"
"A couple of times."
"Sheena, we may need you to do some teaching. Mike, your face will be visible in this one. Don't look at the camera. Treat this as if you and Debi are alone in the room. Like before, adlib the dialogue. Don't throatfuck your masseuse unless you want her to vomit on you. You're a young, shy guy, and this is your very first massage. Any questions?" his mother asked.
"What if I can't get it up?" he asked.
His mother and all the other women laughed. "Let us worry about that. Anything else?"
"I guess not," he replied.
"Stationary camera is ready," Raquel announced.
"Mobile is ready," Sheena said.
"Places," Liz called. Debi took Mike to their mark at the doorway then nodded to her sister. "Action."
"You must be Mr. Walters, our raffle winner. I'm Terri, your masseuse."
"Hi Terri. Call me Tim please."
"Very well. Have you had a massage before?"
"This is my first. I'm a little nervous," he admitted.
"There's nothing to be nervous about. All you have to do is relax and enjoy it. Any areas of concern?"
"I don't know what you mean," he replied.
"Sore muscles, achy joints, tension; that sort of thing."
"No, not really."
"Good. We can do the massage with or without oil. Do you have a preference?"
"What do you recommend?" he asked.
"Oil. Do you like the smell of coconut?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want light, medium, or firm pressure?"
"Let's go with medium."
"I'll step out so you can get undressed. Lay on your stomach with your face here," she said pointing to the hole at one end of the table. "You can cover yourself with this towel."
She walked off camera as if leaving the room. Mike slipped off his sandals and pushed them toward the chair with his foot. He then took off his shirt and tossed it onto the chair. Mike slipped off his shorts and did the same with them. With his briefs still on, he awkwardly climbed onto the table and covered his backside with the towel.
Debi knocked on the door twice. "Ready for me?" she asked.
"All set," Mike replied.
She walked to the far side of the table, so she was facing the stationary camera and folded the towel to expose more area.
"Tim, the oil will stain your underwear. How about I slip them off? The towel will cover you."
"Okay, I guess," he said shyly.
Debi pulled his briefs down and off, pulling the towel with them. She smiled seeing his firm ass then folded the towel again to cover just the buttocks. From Sheena's vantage point at the foot of the bed she could see his cock and balls lying limply between his legs.
Debi had done several massage videos previously and knew the routine. It needed to appear complete even though she was really just going through the motions. It was when she began working on his upper thighs that things got real. She spread his legs farther apart to give Sheena the full view and pulled the towel higher to expose his ass. As she massaged, her fingers frequently brushed along his cock and balls. Mike's previously flaccid cock grew to full stature, as she knew it would. Once hard, she moved to his ass, with fingers often invading the area between his cheeks and teasing his asshole.
"Time to turn over," she said lifting the towel.
Mike turned over knowing his erection was in her full view. Once on his back she draped the towel to form a tent and put a pillow under his head.
"Uh, sorry. It just sort of happened," he said.
"It happens all the time. Think nothing of it," she assured him.
Debi moved up and began on his upper chest, intentionally giving his nipples extra attention. She went through the motions on the upper abdomen then repeatedly let her hands move to his lower abdomen. Mike's cock stayed fully hard as her forearm frequently brushed over it.
The lower legs also got the cursory treatment before she moved up. Thumbs brushed along his balls every time she moved upward. Finally, her hands were both under the towel massaging everywhere except directly on his raging hard-on.
"Tim, the prize was a full body massage. Is that what you want?"
"Uh, yeah. I guess," he replied.
Debi took the towel and dropped it onto the floor. Mike jumped when he felt her hand cupping and moving over the head of his cock and her other hand massaging his balls.
"Ohhh," he whimpered.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Wonderful," he replied.
"It's a little warm in here. Let me get this robe off," she said, untying it and letting it fall to the floor.
Mike's eyes went wide at the sight of her full natural breasts. There was no sign of sag, and their shape reminded him of teardrops. His aunt now wore only a blue thong.
Her hands returned to his cock and balls for a moment before she leaned forward and took the head into her mouth.
"Is this table strong enough to hold both of us?" Mike asked.
"Plenty strong. Where would you like me?"
"On my face, maybe."
Debi slipped off the thong and with the agility of a cat was on the table and in position in an instant. She once again took her nephew's cock in her mouth and slowly lowered her shaved pussy to his face. Mike dove in like a starving man into a bowl of ice cream.
"Cut!" Liz called.
Debi rose up onto her hands and knees.
"Sheena, take a few minutes and teach Mike the finer points of eating pussy. Call us when you're ready," Liz said.
"I need you both off the table, then mom on your back," Sheena instructed. It took about a minute to get her in place. "Mike, do you know the parts?" Sheena asked, directing him between her mother's spread legs.
"Yeah."
Sheena put the tips of her index fingers together and the tips of her thumbs together forming a triangular shape then put her hands over her mother's pussy.
"Are you familiar with a spade from a deck of cards?"
"Yeah, it kinda looks like that."
"Exactly. Everything you see here between my hands is part of the female erectile structure. The clit is only a tiny part of that. An important part but tiny. You assaulted her clit. Picture the head of your dick as the clit. The rest of this is the equivalent of the rest of your genitals. It's all sensitive from above the clit, around the lips, and down to the asshole."
"Okay," he said.
"Use your lips and tongue to tease and explore it all. Vary the pressure. Change the shape and firmness of your tongue as you explore. When aroused the clit gets hard and darker in color. Shortly before orgasm it gets softer. That's when it's time to assault it. It gets hard again, and your partner explodes. Now, watch and learn," Sheena said as she leaned forward into her mother's pussy.
Mike watched as his cousin made love to her mother's pussy with her mouth and tongue and watched his aunt's responses. It took only minutes for Sheena to bring her mother close.
"Now you do it," Sheena said.
Mike had been paying attention. In no time his aunt was near her peak again.
"Now, suck her clit and thrash it with your tongue," Sheena told him, putting her hand on the back of his head holding him there.
"Oh fuuuuckk!" Debi screamed as she came.
For the next thirty seconds she spasmed repeatedly and finally pushed his head away.
"The clit gets really sensitive, almost painful afterward. Move your attention to the other areas as she comes down."
When his aunt raised up onto her elbows smiling, Mike sat up.
"Mike, I thank you. My pussy thanks you. Sheena, all of womankind thanks you," Debi said.
"I'm looking forward to testing him when it's my turn. Mike, when you aren't being filmed, putting a finger or two inside is a really nice touch. During filming your hand blocks the camera. I'll tell you more about that later," Sheena said.
Debi got off the table and handed Mike the towel. "Wipe the pussy off your face before we start shooting again."
Sheena walked to the living room. "We're ready to restart."
They followed her back into the room.
"For continuity, let's take it from Debi climbing up on the table," Liz directed.
Everyone got back into position. Liz got a nod from Sheena and Raquel on the cameras.
"Quiet on the set. Action."
Debi once again climbed onto the table straddling her nephew's face and swallowed his cock before easing down.
Liz had moved to a spot out of frame where she could watch her son's approach to his aunt's pussy. She smiled at seeing his much improved technique and wished she were the one he was servicing. She could feel her own pussy getting wet. She watched a moment longer then went back behind her mother at the stationary camera. As she watched her son and sister eating each other her hand began rubbing herself outside her clothes. Her mother looked back at her and grinned seeing what she was doing. Liz saw her and quickly moved her hand away.
Debi was getting close and lifted herself off Mike's face. Sheena quickly moved to the other end of the table. Debi turned around and positioned herself over his cock. Using her hand to line him up, she lowered herself.
"Damn, you are big," she said smiling, then took his entire length.
Mike moaned as he entered her. Debi's hands, now resting on his chest, began teasing his nipples. Mike took her breasts in his hands and pinched hers. Debi grunted, then stiffened, nearly falling backward, as she came. Her body jerked with each wave before finally laying forward onto her nephew. She resumed her slow rise and fall, finally triggering her nephew's own eruption. When he had finished, Debi stopped moving and lay there as they both recovered. Mike went soft shortly, and his cock slipped from his aunt's pussy. Sheena zoomed in on the cream pie as it dribbled from her mother.
Debi climbed off the table, then using her mouth and tongue licked her nephew clean.
"I may need to have more raffles," she said.
"And I may need to have more massages," Mike told her smiling.
"Cut," Liz called. "Outstanding! Let's break for an hour to give Mike some recovery time."
"Mike, you were fabulous. Let's go shower," his aunt said.
"Leave his dick alone. I get it next," her daughter advised.
Liz, her mother, and Sheena headed for the living room.
"Mom, where do you keep the vodka?" Liz asked.
"Vodka? You don't drink that crap. What's wrong?"
"I think I'm losing my mind. I work with people fucking each other's brains out almost every day for the lady fifteen years...," Liz said then paused.
"And watching Mike is bothering you, isn't it?" her mother asked.
"It makes no sense," Liz grumbled.
"Until you realize that he's been the only male in your life you've had an emotional bond with for nineteen years," her mother pointed out.
"I was envious of you. I was envious of Debi...," Liz began.
"And aroused," Raquel pointed out.
"That too," Liz admitted.
"How about we cancel my scene?" Sheena asked.
"No! This is just something I need to work through," Liz said. "I just need to pull up my big girl panties and get over it."
"Or take off your big girl panties and fuck him," her mother suggested.
"Liz, have you looked through the special requests lately?" Sheena asked.
"Not in a couple of weeks. Why?"
"There's one in there that might interest you," her niece advised.
"What?"
"Big, big money for a real mother and son. Video is optional, and they'll pay extra for that. A husband and wife want to see it live."
"Did you verify that it's a legitimate request?" her grandmother asked.
"No. Until a couple of hours ago we didn't have a mother and son available."
"We still don't have a mother and son available for that," Liz said then walked away.
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"cousin",
"porn",
"mother",
"son",
"grandmother",
"aunt",
"incest"
] |
Control Pt. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/control-pt-02-2
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Reluctance/NonConsent
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4200 words
___________
Rose could feel her juices dripping down her legs as Sebastian withdrew his baton from her ass. Her face burned with shame. She'd been raped in her ass and she'd cum all over her rapist's fingers. Even though she knew that medically, her body had responded perfectly normally, she felt filthy.
The worst part was that she still ached. She still felt a low desire, curling deep behind her navel, and she was miserable.
Sebastian undid one of her handcuffs, and her arms dropped limply to her side. They'd gone numb a few minutes ago. If she had any energy she'd try to run again but she was spent. She was exhausted. She was his.
He clipped the cuffs in front of her, and almost gently pulled her towards her home. She followed along quietly, head down.
Once inside, he paused, taking in her home with a low whistle. "What do you do, Rose?"
"I'm a cardiac surgeon."
"Hmm. That checks. Nice home." Rose didn't respond.
He took his shoes off -
weirdly polite, but okay
. "Where's your shower?"
She blinked. "Upstairs in my en-suite."
He pulled her upstairs. Somehow this felt even more violating than what he'd just done to her - he stopped and perused each photo, walked around her room and ruffled through her drawers, looked through her perfumes. He pulled out a short lace camisole and another lace thong and tossed them out into her room. Then he turned to her.
"You're going to take a shower, and then you're going to put those on."
Rose bit her lip, but the reflection of the gun in her large bathroom mirror made her turn her shower on. She looked at him and held out her hands. "I can't shower effectively with these on."
He nodded, and uncuffed her. She stepped into her shoulder, unfortunately an open tile concept, although she was sure if there was a door he wouldn't let her shut it anyway. Why was he making her take a shower? He'd had no problem fucking her outside covered in sticks and dirt. Was this some sort of trick?
He stood in front of her shower and watched her as she moved underneath the dual rainfall shower heads. She became incredibly self-conscious under his gaze and tried to quickly lather soap over herself, but he reached in and grabbed her arm roughly. "Slower."
Oh.
He wanted a show. He was humiliating her and getting off on his control.
Pursing her lips tightly, she slowed down.
"Run your hands over your body, nice and slow."
And she skated her hands up and down her torso. She felt herself shriveling inside in shame, and she couldn't stop the flush spreading across her body as he commanded her on how to wash herself.
"Play with your nipples." He watched as she lathered soap over her breasts, pinched her nipples, and toyed with her small piercings. They pebbled underneath her touch and heat coiled inside of her. His gaze was burning her alive.
"Turn around and bend over. Clean the dirt off your feet." She shut her eyes tightly as she exposed her raw ass to him. It stung under the hot water. Dirt swirled in the shower water and she watched her dignity flow down the drain with it.
"Sit down and spread your legs. Clean your pussy and ass." Horrifyingly, her pussy ached with need as she glided her fingers through her folds, cleaning them as he'd instructed.
If things couldn't get worse, she was getting wet again. The fear that pulled her body taut was translating into sexual tension because her hormones couldn't tell otherwise. It was devastating.
Then, he pulled his shirt over his head -
oh god, he was
gorgeous
- and slid his pants and socks off.
Methodical
. He set his weapons to the side, and Rose eyed them for just a second. There was no way she'd get to them before he did.
His monster cock bulged through his tight black boxer briefs. It had to be at least 10 inches, thicker than the baton that had nearly ripped her asshole in half. It practically pulsed with need, veins running from base to tip. It curved slightly downwards, as if weighed down by its own sheer size. He grinned at her shock, and slid his boxers off. He beckoned her closer, and she hesitated.
He stepped into her shower and she flinched, thinking he was going to hurt her. Instead, he filled her space until water was running over them both. "On your knees, Rose. You're going to worship my cock."
She dropped slowly to her knees, and couldn't stop herself from panting in fear. Or was it arousal?
He wrapped her long hair around his fist and tightened it - just gently, just enough to exert pressure on her scalp and control her head's movements.
"If you use any teeth, I promise you you'll never be able to use your mouth again." Rose flinched again, and opened her mouth wide, tongue out, just like he'd commanded her to do outside. He kicked her knees apart until they were spread painfully wide, and he tilted her head up to look at him in all her shame. Naked, soaking inside and out, water splashing onto her face, on her knees for this man who utterly owned her.
Slowly, torturously, he began sliding his cock into her mouth. Her lips stretched painfully and she began getting scared she'd accidentally scrape him with his teeth. He stopped when he hit the back of her throat, watching her.
"Go on, Rose.
Worship
."
And with humiliation consuming her, worship she did. She licked up and down the length of his thick, veiny cock. She took as much of it into her mouth as she could, sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks, paying special attention to the bulbous head. He tasted like musk and man. Slobber dribbled down her chin as she sucked his cock harder than she'd ever sucked a cock before. She refused to acknowledge the lightning bolts of arousal threatening to set her alight.
He withdrew slightly, and his cock fell out of her mouth with an audible pop. "You've already done this once tonight, Rose. I'm going to fuck your throat, and you're going to be a very good girl and take it. You can handle it."
There was no fucking way. His cock couldn't fit down her throat, it was too-
Sebastian wrapped his other hand in Rose's hair, and
pulled
her throat onto his cock.
Rose immediately began to panic. Her air was completely cut off, and he did not let up. The slight downwards angle of his cock allowed him to slide easily past her gag reflex and fill her throat painfully. Tightening his grip on her hair, he dragged her backwards along the slick shower tile until her back hit the wall - Rose lost her balance and fell onto her ass, and again he pinned her by her hair and began fucking her throat in earnest.
Frantically, she kicked and pushed desperately at his thighs, but he was an immovable wall. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, and kept the rest of her pinned to the wall simply with his cock. He fucked her so hard her head came off the wall each time he pulled out, and then smacked back into the tiles with each thrust. His hand went down to her neck, fingertips just grazing the bulge in her throat every time his cock sank in. He didn't pull out all the way, leaving just enough of his cock down her throat to keep her airway blocked before driving in again, over and over. Obscene noises filled the shower, her throat gargling with a rhythmic
glurk glurk glurk.
Without oxygen, the edges of her vision began going black, and she could feel herself drifting as he buried his cock down her throat. She couldn't even gag because of how completely he filled her, and she could hear muffled moans of terror distantly in her ears.
Oh, was that coming from her?
Suddenly he pulled out, and she gasped raggedly. Dragged in as much air as she could, but as soon as she'd exhaled, he pushed in once more. She hadn't even been able to inhale and her lungs
hurt
, and she was exhausted from fighting. She felt herself slipping into unconsciousness faster this time, but right as she was at the edge of sweet release, he pulled out and slapped her across the face
hard
. Her head whipped to the side, and she was so shocked she couldn't even scream.
"You're not going to pass out on me, Rose. I want you to experience every moment of this." He tilted her head up and slid his cock into her mouth, just enough to touch her throat. Reaching to the side, he grabbed the handheld shower head. "This will be fun, I think..."
And he sprayed her in the face with water as he fucked her throat again.
Holy shit, he was waterboarding her.
___
It took everything Baz had to not cum down Rose's throat. She had a newfound fight in her, and she struggled desperately as he waterboarded her while fucking her throat. He was enjoying toying with her life, sending her to the edge of freedom over and over again before dragging her back to hell. Her throat was tight around his cock, and feeling it spasm as she struggled was fucking fantastic. He didn't make her fight for long - just another minute or so, before he pulled away. She let out a choked cry as he let her catch her breath for two counts, before driving back down her throat and spraying her face yet again. He knew she was struggling, inhaling water while gagging on his cock, but he'd meant it when he'd said he intended to have her experience every excruciating moment. He placed his foot against her pussy -
was she wet?
- and pressed hard against her clit as he fucked her throat, before finally pulling away.
She was sobbing in earnest now, her cries punctuated with raspy gasps. He turned the shower off and threw a towel at her. "Dry off and come put on your clothes."
Rose exhaustedly crawled out of her shower, which was the sexiest fucking thing Baz had ever seen. She dried herself off on her knees and as she made to stand up, he pushed her back down with his foot. "Nah, I liked that. Crawl."
He watched her stiffen, still up halfway to standing.
Oh, she's got some fight left still?
And Baz decided maybe he hadn't hurt her enough. So he slapped her in the face again, hard enough that she fell to the ground with a cry. Still sniffling, she crawled towards him, but he wasn't done. He ripped his belt out of his pants and snapped it on her ass. She screamed and tried to get up and run, but he planted his foot on her back and pinned her down to the floor. Rose struggled madly, but was no match for his weight. He gave her two lashes across her ass, the welts swelling almost immediately, waited a beat, and then gave her two more before taking his foot off. She was fully sobbing by now, and he wanted to paint those bright red lashes with his cum. He threw her clothes to the floor in front of her, but a few feet behind him so she had to crawl farther to get to them. He whipped her ass one more time on her way past him, and she cried out again.
Smirking, he watched her intently as she put on the camisole and thong. A cardiac surgeon, huh? Such a smart, illustrious woman, reduced to fucking nothing by one assfuck and a couple of throatfucks.
"Why are you even making me put these on when you'll rip them off of me again?"
His smirk stretched into a cruel smile. "Because you're going to give me a little dance, and take them off yourself."
He pulled out his phone and began recording her. "Go on, slut. Dance." And he went and grabbed his gun out of his holster and sat down on the edge of her bed.
He'd taken the mag out of his gun ages ago, quietly while she'd been turning her shower on. He truly had no intention of killing her - he wasn't a murderer. But the way she continually eyed it in fear, and the way she'd gone deer-in-headlights when he'd pushed it into her mouth, made him hunger for more of that delicious fear.
--
Rose hadn't realized it was possible for her to die inside any more, but this man was uniquely psychopathic. He knew exactly how to make someone feel small. Like nothing but a cheap stripper, except she wasn't even being paid. She crumbled under the gaze of his camera.
She couldn't stop glancing at his gun that currently rested on his thigh. Was he planning on killing her after this night was over? Oh god, was it at least going to just be one night, or would he keep her here, to do his bidding, until he tired of her? It'd be days before anyone noticed her missing. Her entire body ached, and he hadn't even actually fucked her yet. Perhaps death would be preferable.
Humiliated and exhausted, Rose began swaying in the silent room. She didn't even really know how to dance, but she emulated moves she remembered from watching Magic Mike a few nights ago. It was easy to remember because she'd used the vibrator in her nightstand and cum several times to the image of Channing Tatum using these same exact moves on top of her. So she swayed, running her hands up and down her body, occasionally dropping to her knees and rolling her hips, trying to fight for a chance to stay alive.
Do you even want to live after what he's turned you into?
Rose shoved that thought deep down into an unmarked grave, and danced. But it was relentless.
Admit it. You're disgusting. You pretend to be feminist, but one hour with this specimen of a man has fucked you into submission, and he hasn't even touched your pussy yet. You're a fucking whore.
Rose closed her eyes, frustration and shame eating her inside out.
Deep down, you want this. You've always wanted to be taken like this. You've fantasized about a nameless gorgeous, powerful man beating you into submission hundreds of times. Your fucking thighs are slick with how wet you are, and now you're dancing for him like his personal slut.
You want this.
He watched her hungrily. There was no visible emotion on his face, yet Rose could practically feel his eyes stripping her, layer by layer until her soul was exposed. Slowly, she slid her camisole over her head. Was this what he wanted? She skimmed her fingernails over her nipples, before giving them a pinch. She turned and swayed as she bent over, sliding her thong down her legs.
"Come here, Rose."
Oh, thank god.
Rose began walking to him, and he raised an eyebrow. Immediately, she dropped to her hands and knees.
Such an easily-trained slut.
She shoved that thought down, too. She crawled to him and sat in front of him on her knees, like a household dog.
"That was awful fucking dancing, Rose."
Kill me.
"Tell me. Do you masturbate?"
Rose started in surprise at the sudden change in topic. "I...yes. I do."
"Do you use a vibrator?"
Oh no.
"Um...no. I just...I just use my hands." Without thinking, Rose glanced over at her nightstand. Sebastian's eyes slid away from her toward the location she'd essentially all but announced.
Fuck.
A small smirk tugged the corner of his mouth. "Go get it and bring it here."
Defeated, she crawled over to her nightstand and pulled her vibrator out.
"Not with your hands."
Rose swallowed, and bit down on her silicone vibrator and crawled over to him. "Such a good girl, Rose." Rose sat on her knees in front of him, vibrator still in her mouth. Her face burned.
"Now I want you to make yourself cum." Rose let out a choked sob and the vibrator bounced on the floor. Of course he was going to make her touch herself in front of him. He dropped down onto the floor in front of her, beautiful hazel eyes never leaving her own. "You've already cum once today, Rose. Let's see how many times I can make you fall apart. I know you're dripping wet for me."
No no no no.
Rose closed her eyes as he slid his fingers along her slit, and his fingers came away with a trail of her juices. She wanted to crawl into a hole. "So fucking wet. You're begging to be raped, Rose. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, I can't ever fucking let you go. Now cum for me." And he licked his fingers again.
Rose pushed away the panic of what he'd just said, and turned her head away as she turned on her vibrator, but Sebastian gripped her jaw and turned her back toward him. "I want you to look at me while you cum."
Tears leaked out of her eyes as she pressed her vibrator to her clit. Pleasure roared through her, and she moaned. Humiliated, she realized that this was not going to take her long. The vibrator splashed in her juices, splattering them everywhere. Her chest heaved as her orgasm crept up on her.
"Open your mouth, Rose." Rose obeyed, and he pushed his gun into her mouth again. She nearly dropped her vibrator in panic, but managed to hold on at just the last second. She could hardly move, and his gun filled her mouth with the taste of metal. He smirked, and slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. "No fucking resistance. Do you love this? Love knowing how weak and powerless you are? Does it make you horny knowing I hold your life and your pleasure in my hands?"
And he began pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt, curling deep in toward
that spot,
and that was it. Rose came with a scream that escaped its way past the cold metal that invaded her mouth, and her pussy clenched hard on Sebastian's fingers, but he didn't stop fingering her. The wet, schlicking noises of her drenched pussy echoed through her spacious room, and the sound filled her ears. He all but tossed his gun to the side and pressed her vibrator back onto her clit, forcing another orgasm from her as he fingered her relentlessly, and Rose fell onto her back as the sensations overwhelmed her. The slick noises of her juices sloshing around his fingers made her want to die. Her head banged onto her thick plush carpet, and she saw stars as she came not just twice, but three more times on his fingers. By her fourth orgasm of the night, Rose was sobbing. Again.
Sebastian pulled his fingers out, and they glistened in the light. "You were made to be my whore, Rose." And he pushed his fingers into her mouth, gagging her. "Clean them off, sweetheart." And she desperately licked her juices off his fingers, almost hungrily.
Finally, he stood up. "Get your vibrator and get up." She got up slowly, her legs shaky.
He laid on her bed, his hard cock jutting straight up. "Come sit on my cock."
Without hesitation, Rose clambered on top of him. For just a brief second, her brain registered...relief? But before she could process that, he gripped her by the waist and
slammed
her onto his cock.
Rise didn't even recognize the scream that escaped her.
Oh god.
It wasn't medically possible for a man to surpass a woman's cervix, but it felt like he'd done exactly that. Pain exploded through her core, but he didn't let her rest. Even with how wet she was, his cock threatened to tear her apart. Holding her hips with a bruising grip, he began driving into her from below as he slammed her down, and Rose could hardly breathe. She'd never been fucked like this before and suddenly she was gripped with a horrifying thought -
Would she ever be able to have sex ever again?
--
Fuck, she felt so goddamn perfect.
Rose's perky breasts bounced up and down as Baz drilled her pussy hard, and his cock threatened to burst. He pulled her down by her throat, and peppered her breasts with bites hard enough to draw a bit of blood. She cried out, but didn't pull away.
She feels as good as I do.
He adjusted, and bit her neck before sucking hard, leaving a beautiful deep red bruise and drawing out another gorgeous fucking scream.
He grabbed her vibrator from her hand and held it to her clit again, and the keening wail that came out of her sent a jolt straight to his cock. Her pussy clenched down on his cock, and he drove into her once, twice, three times before she came again -
was that five or six times already for the night?
- and squirted all over him. Her head fell back, and she held onto him for dear life as he sought his own orgasm from the depths of her. He could feel himself bottoming out and knew he was probably hurting her, and that simply made him harder.
Tossing her aside, he pulled out and walked back into the bathroom to grab his baton. Rose lay limp onto the bed, fully spent, but he wasn't done with her yet. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her up onto her knees, face buried in the bed, and drove back into her cunt, drawing another cry of pain. Spitting on her asshole, he rubbed his saliva in with the ribbed handle of his baton before pushing it in. Rose jerked and shouted out, trying to pull away, but he pulled her back by her long hair that wrapped so perfectly around his fist, and began fucking her in earnest, plugging the baton in her ass.
Her back arched as he pulled her head back enough that her arms came off the bed and small gasps were the only noise she was making, and he couldn't stop the groans escaping his throat as he claimed her. "You. Are. Fucking. Perfect." He grunted, accentuating each word with a hard thrust. He wrapped both hands around her neck to hold her up, and the choked grunts she let out didn't even sound like her. Her beautiful hair fell around her shoulders and he was tempted to cut a souvenir to take home. Her cunt tightened around his cock, and she moaned beautifully as she came again.
And her clit wasn't even being touched. Such a perfect fucking whore.
He let go of her throat, and she collapsed to the bed.
--
Rose could hardly think. He was fucking her harder than she'd ever been fucked before, and she'd cum more than she could count in her orgasmic haze. The last orgasm hadn't even involved her clit, and she'd
always
needed clitoral stimulation to come.
Her scalp and shoulders ached from how he'd pulled her hair and torso back, but now he reached around as he drove into her, baton still plugging her ass, and he rubbed her clit yet again. She couldn't help herself, she began begging - "Please Sebastian please, I can't handle anymore. Please please don't, it's too sensitive -"
He chucked darkly and bent down to whisper in her ear, sending shivers straight down her spine. "Oh, sweet girl. That kind of begging won't work on me." And he expertly played with her clit until she came
screaming
, her juices squirting out with every pump of his cock. She gripped the pillows for dear life, and the bed was soaked under her knees.
Sebastian started picking up speed and somehow burying himself even deeper in her cunt until, with a shout, he came inside of her.
Oh god no, not inside -
but he wasn't done. He pumped a few more times, holding his cum inside of her, before flipping her over and peppering kisses and bruising bites down her body before reaching her clit, and he ate her with a vengeance.
Rose's back arched off the bed as she cried out.
Oh god, he was
so good
and she buried her fingers in his hair as he feasted on her like his last meal. His fingers found his way to her cunt again, and he fingered her roughly, almost desperately, until she fell apart underneath him into a million pieces. She felt hazy, and her arms fell limply to her sides. Her body had been wrung dry and she could no longer stay awake. The last thing she remembered before she drifted into unconsciousness was a surprisingly gentle kiss to her forehead.
--
18 months later
"Theo! I'm home!" Rose dropped her keys in her key bowl and giggled as her 9mo son came crawling down the hallway rapidly, chased by his nanny, Ayva.
It had been 18 months since Rose had been attacked in her home and made pregnant. After much contemplation, Rose had decided to keep the baby. She had always wanted a child, and she'd chosen to create a beautiful life out of the trauma she'd experienced.
She'd of course reported her rape to the city and state police departments, but neither of them had a Sebastian on their rosters. No one matching her Sebastian's description. After a year and a half of no leads and no DNA matches with what was found in her home, her case had gone cold.
Theodore was an amazing baby. Calm, a wonderful sleeper, and lively. He had twinkling hazel eyes and soft curls. Rose chose not to think about where he'd gotten those. It had taken her so long to stop checking over her shoulders every 5 minutes and obsessively re-locking her doors and windows. Even on a beautiful day, she never opened her windows anymore.
"He did great today, Ms. Rose. I think he's going to be an early walker! I'm going to clean up and head out. And oh, there was a package for you at the front door!"
Rose tossed her son into the air before giving him a big kiss and letting him roam free. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion at the package - she hadn't ordered anything that she could remember.
She took it to her office and opened with a letter opener, and her mouth dropped in shock.
Inside was a police baton -
the police baton
- and a note:
"See you soon."
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Trans School: Colleague Worship
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Trans School: Colleague Worship
Summary:
Jasmine begins her service as the Bottom Slut for all her fellow teachers.
Note 1:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven for rejuvenating this old story and illustrating all the parts. Also thanks to Shuj and OhDAve1 for editing.
Note 2:
This is the third part of a planned marathon series about my adventures at Chateau Johnson School for Girls in southern California.
Note 3: Please note that this story was originally written with illustrations but new Literotica policies have made that no longer possible. Please feel free to send me a message for the illustrated version of the story.
So, instead, I will describe the pictures that were originally going to be there.
In part 1, A TEACHER SEDUCED, I relocate from Canada to teach at a private school in extremely rural southern California, where I gradually unravel a secret... that the students are all trans. The cat is finally let out of the bag when I'm seduced by the virtually all-powerful trans Headmistress, then learn that as a result, I've just become the Bottom Slut to all my fellow teachers when I'm used by their former Bottom Slut. I then have a romantic-ish encounter with Amanda (the Headmistress's (very) personal secretary) Amanda, (where I get to do the fucking for a change, because she's even more submissive than I am), and Chapter 1 ends with my submitting to Nicole, the school's most dominant student.
In part 2, COCK WORSHIPPING, I am initiated by the senior trans students in a marathon suck and fuck session that lasts all day.
Now, after a brief recovery and nap... my marathon Sex Sunday continues....
Trans School: Colleague Worship
I only managed to get perhaps an hour of sleep, but it was the most rejuvenating nap of my life, since my marathon fuck session had completely usurped all the energy from my body, which allowed me to sleep very soundly.
I was awakened by someone banging on my door.
Naked, I got out of bed, realizing my robe was still in Nicole's room in a different building, and I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
I shuffled to the door yawning, and opened it.
Penelope swept in like a whirlwind and announced gleefully, "All restrictions have now been lifted from you, meaning you're fair game for all of us to play with, so you're officially now open for business as the faculty's Bottom Slut." She was dressed in an
uber-
sexy outfit, and it sure didn't hide much.
PIC 1: A stark naked view of my backside while I chat with Penelope who is dressed (albeit rather see through) in blue stockings.
"I know! Alexis told me about the petition she'd approved for 'monopolising my services in the Teachers Lounge' this evening, and I can't wait to get started! I said excitedly.
"Well, I'm happy you're happy," she said, and she pulled something out of the bag she'd brought along with her and showed it to me. "What do you think?" she asked.
"Well, today I've been much more of a cock slut," I joked, as I examined a leather collar with the words 'Pussy Slut' on it, "but I'm guessing that for this evening, this will be quite accurate."
"Oh, it definitely will be," Penelope assured me, as she fastened it around my neck.
PIC 2: A close-up picture of me wearing a PUSSY SLUT collar.
"I can't wait," I repeated. The idea of my being the centerpiece of a lesbian orgy was very exciting, and I'd fantasized about and written about it many times.
"We're going to make all your fictional fantasies become actual experiences," she promised.
"I have a lot of them," I joked.
"Well, we may not make them
all
happen today," she laughed, "but I'm sure we'll be able to check off quite a few items on your... in your stories you call it a
fuck-it list,
don't you?"
"I sure do," I confirmed.
"Let's start right now by warming up that tongue," she suggested, and she stripped off her dress, went and sat on the edge of my bed then lay back on it, and spread her legs wide.
"You sure do look inviting right now," I said as I went over and knelt between her legs. "And I didn't have any dessert with my supper," I added, just before I leaned forward and began licking her pussy.
"Then dine away," she said.
PIC 3: A delicious pic of me on my knees between the now naked except thigh high stockings Penelope who is laying on the bed rubbing her clit.
I licked her for a few minutes and got her off, then eagerly lapped up her pussy cum.
Once her orgasm was finished, she got up and returned to near my door, picked up and handed me the bag and said, "Put this stuff on. It's time to slut you up."
"Can do," I said, taking the bag, as I licked my lips to savour some more of her wetness from them... and looked inside it, curious to know what was in there to go with the collar.
I pulled out the clothing, and it wasn't much of an outfit. Only a white halter top and an incredibly white short skirt... neither of them concealing much of my assets... and of course matching white thigh high stockings.
Once I was dressed except for the nylons, I asked, "It's all white. What is it, my bridal attire?"
"Close," she hinted, "it's symbolic."
"Symbolic?"
"Yes. Tonight you're our virgin," she explained.
"Trust me..." I smirked, "...I'm no virgin."
She laughed, "Then how about tonight's your initiation into a year or more of submissive servitude to the rest of the faculty."
"Okay," I nodded, as I rolled the nylons on. "Fair enough." I then stood up, ready to go.
PIC 4: Me dressed for the party in all white but with little left for the imagination.
Penelope then took my hand and led me out of my room, down a hallway, and through a secured door I hadn't been through before. To my surprise, there was an elevator behind the door, which then took us up to the Teachers Lounge. I hadn't even known it existed until Alexis had mentioned it in passing a couple hours ago.
As Penelope led me out of the elevator, I couldn't help laughing out loud at a prominent sign that said:
Remember : No Respectable Clothing is Allowed Beyond This Point!
PIC 5: Penelope leading me to the trans orgy for me.
She led me onto the rooftop, which was absolutely amazing. She then led me over to a seating area around a fire pit, where Ms. Angela was obviously waiting for us. The last time I'd met her was on the day when all the Freshmen... and I... had been officially initiated into the Chateau Johnson Sisterhood. I'd learned later on that when we'd spoken, she'd had Nicole's cum all over her face (I'd been oblivious to an extraordinary number of clues about what
really
went on around here back then!) Today she wasn't wearing any cum, but she
was
wearing a very sexy dress that didn't cover all that much, and was pretty much see-thru, like my so-called apparel was.
Ms. Angela smiled warmly as she said, "Jasmine, the last time we spoke, I said something like, 'If you only knew half of what went on around here."
"I recall that," I nodded.
"You're now about to experience some of that other half."
"I'm really looking forward to it!"
PIC 6: Me chatting with Ms. Angela and others.
I added, "You probably know I've already spent a long day having sex with an endless parade of our seniors, which I believe lies within the half of which you speak."
"That is indeed one half," Ms. Angela agreed, "and now you'll experience some of the other half."
"I'm looking forward to performing as... as Penelope has consistently reminded me... the faculty's Bottom Slut," I said, communicating my acceptance and my submissiveness to her.
"Good," she said.
"So how I may serve you?" I asked.
"For a start, whenever we're off duty, you shall address me properly..." she said, pausing briefly before finishing with, "...as your Mistress."
Jumping right into the part, I replied humbly, "I do beg your pardon for my insolence, Mistress Angela. And again, how may I serve you?"
For years I'd been writing erotica, and many of my stories were about submissives learning how to... well... to submit! And for almost as many years, I'd been envying all those fictional girls and women I'd created. So as exhausting as today had been for me so far, I'd had the best time of my life, and I couldn't wait for more!
She turned to Penelope and said, "I understand you're no longer our Bottom Slut, so I can't order you around anymore, but how would you like to go grab one of our strap-ons and fuck our slut's ass with it? I'm kind of in the mood just to watch for now."
"You're right, you can't order me around anymore," Penelope replied cheerily. "But I'm more than willing to follow that wicked suggestion!"
"I thought you'd be, "Angela said, as she grabbed the lube that was conveniently sitting on a table. Which made me wonder if lube was always available on that table. "Bend over, Jasmine."
"Yes, Mistress Angela," I agreed, and she pointed to a long couch, where I got on all fours and offered up my back end to her.
Angela poured some lube between my ass cheeks and rubbed it around my asshole. "I see your asshole has already taken some dick today."
"Yes, a few times," I said, "including Headmistress Alexis's massive monster."
"Well, that should certainly have prepped you for this next one," Angela said as she slid a finger into my asshole and gaped me. I glanced back and saw Penelope had discarded her dress and replaced it with a new accessory... an absolutely massive cock!
"I'll take cocks of any size in any of my holes, Mistress," I replied submissively, enjoying her finger exploring and stretching my ass.
"You're the perfect addition to the faculty," Ms. Angela said as she wiggled her finger around in my ass. "I'll have to commend Headmistress Alexis for hiring you."
I wasn't sure what to say to that, so I just allowed her to continue gaping my asshole.
"I think she's ready now," Ms. Angela said a while later, pulling her finger out of me.
"I've been looking forward to doing this ever since you were hired, Jasmine," Penelope said, stepping behind me.
"Well, I'm your bottom bitch now, so be my guest," I invited, looking back at her.
"Oh, I definitely will," she assured me, and she slid her dick into my ass, my sad excuse for a skirt not remotely interfering with her penetration.
PIC 7: Penelope fucks my ass as Ms. Angela watches.
"Oh yes, fuck my asshole," I moaned, and a growing audience joined us to watch me being sodomized and initiated as their Bottom Slut.
"Yeah,
give
her that cock!" Angela sang out.
"I had to wait for a new slut for years," Penelope said.
"Don't pretend you didn't love being the bottom bitch," Angela scolded.
"I didn't certainly hate it," Penelope responded playfully as she began fucking me hard.
"I'll never hate it either," I assured everyone with a moan, while she really reamed my asshole.
"I know you won't," Ms. Angela agreed.
"Oh, yes! Harder! Hammer my asshole! Show my colleagues what a nasty slut I am!" I moaned, getting a massive rush of adrenaline from having an audience.
Angela... sorry,
Mistress
Angela must have had a change of heart, since she said, "Shit! I think I
do
need some personal attention after listening to this slut's nasty mouth."
She stripped off her dress and sat down, and Penelope pulled out of me.
"Come over here, my slut," Angela ordered.
As I was about to obey her, the slender, gorgeous and black Darya sauntered over and said, "I see that the slut initiation has begun."
"We certainly have," Penelope said.
Darya taught sophomores, so I didn't know her very well at all yet, but she was fucking hot, and I definitely hoped to give her some personal service before the evening's festivities were over.
I gave her a brief smile, before I got down on the floor, crawled over to Ms. Angela while she spread her legs invitingly, and I buried my face in her pussy.
"Oh yes, you're just as submissive as the characters you write about," Mistress Angela said with a soft moan, as I parted her wet pussy lips.
"She writes what she knows," Penelope explained.
"Does she have a kink for black pussy, like so many of her characters do?" Darya asked bluntly.
"Do you, cunt muncher?" Ms. Angela asked, reaching her hand under my chin and pulling my face up and away from her pussy.
"I'd be lying if I told you I didn't have a
massive
interracial fetish," I replied, turning my head to admire the black beauty again, and I added just as bluntly as she'd been, "especially for beautiful black women such as yourself."
"Then we'll make sure to make
that
fantasy come true," Angela assured me before she pulled my head back to her pussy and wrapped her pink nylons around my head.
PIC 8: I'm back on my favourite position on my knees eating Ms. Angela's pussy while others watch.
"Are you going to resume fucking her ass, or what?" Ms. Angela asked Penelope, as I lapped away at her peach.
"Yes please, pound my ass some more," I chimed in, still licking.
"Why am I not fucking you?" Penelope asked, as I felt her hands on my hips and her cock back inside my asshole.
"Oooooooh," I moaned. I was licking a delicious pussy, while simultaneously getting my back door pounded. Life is good!
"Don't stop," Mistress Angela moaned, and I could tell her orgasm was rising.
"Not until you come on my face," I promised, shifting my attention from between her pussy lips to her swollen clit.
"Oh, fuck yes, suck on my clit!" she moaned, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my face roughly against her wetness.
I maintained my focus on her clit, tugging it between my lips while also using my tongue, while my face was still getting pressed roughly against Mistress Angela's pussy... AND... Penelope continued giving me deep, hard back shots!
"Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! fuuuuuuck!!" Angela screamed, and simultaneously an incredible amount of wetness coated my face!
I lapped up her sweet-tasting cum even while Penelope didn't slow down her assault on my asshole
one little bit!
Angela then let go of my head, pushed me back a bit so she could stand up, and said, "You haven't seen the last of me, bitch."
"I certainly hope not, Mistress Angela," I replied sincerely, and Penelope finally pulled out of me.
"I didn't realize how much work the giver has to do," Penelope joked, gasping for air while she pulled me up to my feet.
"That's the truth, but both giving and receiving are lots of fun," I assured her. Meanwhile, I was feeling gentle breezes investigating my well-gaped asshole, which I wasn't at all accustomed to.
Penelope said, surprisingly sweetly, "You and I are going to have
lots
of fun together for a long time."
"I sure hope so," I agreed.
"But for now, I'd better let some of the other teachers take their turns with you," she added. "There are a lot of eyes on you, you know."
I looked around and saw more than a few pairs of eyes focused on me.
She then kissed me. Then as soon as she broke our kiss, she said, "This is just the beginning of our fun times together."
"It'd better be," I agreed.
"My turn," Darya stepped in and said. She then came over to me, took my hand, and led me to another section of the lounge. She pushed me against a glass wall, pressed her hand against my pussy through my flimsy skirt, and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back, and for a couple minutes while our tongues explored each other's, she finger banged me with two fingers.
PIC 9: Darya kisses me as her hand goes to my fevered pussy.
When she broke the kiss and I was moaning from her fingers fucking me so good, she asked, "Ever had chocolate pie?"
"Only in my stories and fantasies," I answered, my pussy burning and my mouth watering at the idea of eating this beautiful black woman and checking off another goal on my fuck-it list.
"Want to make that fantasy a reality?" she asked, still rubbing my clit while she continued finger fucking me furiously.
"Actually, what I
really
want to do is whatever you want me to," I answered frankly, in full submissive mode, and with a long moan.
"Lie down on the tiles," she ordered, pulling her wet fingers out of me before I could come on them.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied, hurriedly starting to obey, even though my knees were a bit weak.
"No, wait," she said, and I froze just before I began bending down.
"Remove your skirt," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, and I quickly discarded my barely-a-skirt and lay down on the tiled deck, while Darya watched me, saying, "So eager."
"She may be secretly Korean," the very pretty Myeong said from out of nowhere.
"Pardon?" I asked, hearing her words, but not understanding what she meant. She was standing nearby wearing a mostly red kimono that was wide open, with matching red nylons.
"You are so submissive, just like Korean woman," she explained as she gazed down at me.
"Ah, I see," I nodded. "The stereotype."
"Most stereotypes have much truth to them," the pretty woman smiled.
"Myeong will eat anybody's pussy without hesitation, just from a snap of someone's fingers, a quick text, or a direct order," Darya explained as she straddled my waist, which I thought was odd.
"If that's the standard, then maybe I
am
part Korean," I responded with a playful smile.
"Place your arms above your head," she ordered.
I obeyed.
"Hurry up, I want my turn," someone said from behind me.
Darya looked up and snapped, "Wait your fucking turn," which shut up whoever it was. I wanted to look and see, but I didn't.
PIC 10: Darya is naked except pink stockings on her black body straddling me while Myeong in all red watches.
Bringing her attention back to me, she asked, "Now tell me what
you
want for a change, and I don't want to hear whatever I want."
"If it's up to me Mistress, I want to suck on your tits, I want to eat your pussy, and I want to make you cum," I answered, not holding back.
"Good answer," she said before leaning towards me and moving her hands to my arms.
I spent the next couple minutes going back and forth between her two firm tits and her hard nipples, wishing I could cup them too... but I focused on what I could control.
"Yeah! Suck my nipples, my pretty white slut," Darya moaned. Her nipples must have been quite sensitive, judging by the sensual sounds escaping her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," I responded, hoping to with that hum: 1) I was obeying her every whim, 2) I liked being called a white slut, but also 3) I didn't want to stop sucking on her nipple. I'm not sure she got all of that, but I'd tried!
She then said, bringing her pussy to my mouth, "It's time for a chocolate snack."
"I always crave chocolate," I said happily, as she lowered her wet, glistening pussy lips onto my face.
"Whenever I'm around, you'll be getting all the chocolate you want," she promised, as I began licking her.
"Mmmmmmm," I responded again, this time both in response to her words and to her delicious taste.
"Although you might get addicted," she moaned. I felt her hand on the back of my head pulling it up until my mouth was right against her pussy.
"I think she is already addicted to all our pussies," Myeong pointed out, clearly still watching while I serviced Darya.
"Well, around here, she'll certainly get enough of it," Darya assured her, while she slowly ground her snatch against my face, and I eagerly kept licking her delicious pussy.
Then for a few minutes I licked her pussy as best as I could, while she rode my face... getting more and more aggressive the longer her face riding continued.
Suddenly she
stopped
riding, and a gush of sweet cum squirted directly into my open mouth!
I lay there slowly lapping up her cum after the initial damn had burst until she lifted herself off my face. She then stood up, assisted me up to my feet and said, "I think someone else must be looking forward to some playtime with you by now."
"And
this
useless bit of nonsense is just getting in the way," I said, removing my halter top.
"Yes, it's just been hiding those perky white tits," Darya approved.
"I agree. It's a shame to hide those perky breasts," Myeong said.
"Around here, they're called tits," Darya corrected her.
"So sorry," Myeong apologized, giving Darya a slight bow. She bowed politely too in the Korean style (bending forward about 30º, but with her head up, so she could still look her in the eyes).
Darya smiled back at her, then turned to me and said, "Penelope is thrilled that you're replacing her as the Bottom Slut."
"Yes, she's told me that a few times already," I smiled.
"I bet she has," Darya smiled back.
"May I please have a turn with our bottom slut-sshi?" (In Korean, sshi is roughly equivalent to the Japanese san).
"You don't need
my
permission, she's the faculty slut, and you're a member of the faculty," Darya answered brusquely. She then slapped my ass (in a friendly, locker room sort of way), and sauntered off.
Myeong asked, ever so politely, as she slipped out of her robe, "You ready for have sex now?"
"I'm the faculty slut, and like Darya just said, your faculty," I responded. "I'm always ready for whatever you want."
"Thank you so much," she replied with her impeccable courtesy. But then to my astonishment, instead of the tender intimacy I was expecting, she roughly forced me to the tiles and onto my back, and demanded rudely, "Lick my asshole, slut-sshi!"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
She then lowered her tight ass onto my face, and I began licking the tight rosebud.
While I performed this humiliating, demeaning task, I was discovering that the kinky situations I'd often created and fantasized about were just as exhilarating in real life! At Chateau Johnson for Girls, I loved being the slut-sshi, the bottom bitch, the submissive slut, the mindless three-hole cum slut, and the pussy munching pet. In truth, I'd never felt so free. This was who I was! This was who I wanted to be! This was my bright new destiny!
Everyone I might encounter on this campus was fully committed to the Chateau Johnson culture, and that guaranteed me complete safety in this, my submissive utopia!
"Get that fucking tongue up my asshole, slut-sshi," she ordered, rudely barging into my reverie. But it was still all good!
I obeyed her the best I could, even though this wasn't the most comfortable or easy way to eat someone's asshole.
PIC 11: Myeong sits on my face and I enjoy her Asian delight.
I spent a few minutes eating her asshole, before she spun around, sat on my face, and used me roughly... way more aggressively than Darya had.
I just kept my tongue extended the best I could until she came on my face in just a couple minutes.
When she got off of me, she said, all politeness again, "I can tell you're going to be a very good slut-sshi."
"I'll do my very best," I assured her, still lying on my back.
"I know you will," she said before grabbing her robe and striding away.
I got up, stretched, and saw that Nicole had arrived. She was wearing an open robe similar to Myeong's, except hers didn't look Asian, and Myeong didn't have an erection that any porn star would be proud of sticking out.
She sauntered over to me with a bag in her hand, and asked, "How are you enjoying your servitude?"
"I've found my true purpose outside the classroom," I answered, feeling very comfortable to be telling her this.
"Being a cock and cunt slave?" she asked bluntly.
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, looking down at her cock. "I can never get enough cock or cunt," I elaborated, loving to use that nasty word 'cunt'.
"Still craving my cock?"
"I'll always crave your cock," I assured her.
"Unfortunately for me, tonight is about your pussy submission," she said, "although I did bring a new outfit for you to wear." She handed me the bag.
"It's so skimpy, it seems rather irrelevant," I said as I examined the contents. I pulled out what I would soon discover was a nun's outfit, although it wasn't one an actual nun would
ever
wear,
anywhere!
The habit and cowl were mostly blood red instead of the traditional black, my tits would be totally bare, and I wouldn't be wearing anything
at all
below the waist except a pair of thigh high stockings, which were also blood red. And in addition to it being a very scandalous let-it-all-hang-out outfit, the symbolism was atrocious. Any self-respecting woman would never go
near
garb like this, let alone actually
wear
it. So needless to say, this new me, who was learning to embrace my love of being humiliated, absolutely
loved
this horrible outfit!
I put it on and joked, "It doesn't cover my pussy at all."
She missed my joking tone and asked, "Which part of easy access don't you get?"
"So now I'm a freeuse nun?"
"Exactly," she agreed. She pulled something else out of the bag, and stuck two sticky-tape black crosses onto my nipples.
"Ya know? I've sometimes been called a prude," I giggled. "If they could only see me now!"
PIC 12: Nicole with her hard dick out chats with me in my new kinky nun outfit. (PS: I didn't love this outfit that Tex made, but he did so I went with it).
"Yup, you're the farthest thing
there is
from a prude now," she giggled back, bringing her hand to my uncovered pussy.
"Oh! That's easy access, all right! I
love
being a bad girl," I moaned.
"You'll always be my good bad girl," she said, fingering me. "I'd fuck you right here and now, but it looks like someone else wants to have their way with you."
"Except when Alexis has given me conflicting orders, all my holes will always be available to you," I promised, as she pulled her fingers out of me.
"I know," she said, and added, "Now go worship, and sin some more."
"Yes, Mistress," I agreed. Normally the words worship and sin wouldn't ever be in the same sentence together, but in this situation, they were the perfect oxymoron.
She sauntered away, approached Myeong and bent her over, slid her dick right inside the Asian beauty, and began pounding her hard.
"Hey sister!" a woman's voice sang out, so I turned to face another... client? Or maybe Mistress? Or perhaps colleague?
"Hey yourself!" I smiled warmly, when I saw it was Josi. I hadn't really talked to her much since moving here, but I'd always felt a good vibe between us.
The way she was dressed... in a red mesh dress that more or less displayed everything she had, and with her tits totally exposed... she was certainly following the 'no respectable clothing permitted' rule!
"Are you ready to sin?" she proposed with a wicked grin.
"I was born to sin," I said, knowing it was a lame thing to say, but it kind of worked for this situation. I attempted a sexy pose, as did she.
"Grab a strap-on," she ordered, pointing to a pink pegboard hanging on a wall I was just now noticing for the first time. It had various sex toys hanging on it, including a few strap-ons.
"Oh my," I said, admiring the wide variety of sizes and colours.
"Grab the ten-inch pink one," Josi suggested.
"All right," I agreed, walking over and noticing one that had to be
sixteen
inches long! In what world would
that
behemoth fit inside anyone?
I grabbed the pink one as requested, strapped it on, and came back to her.
"Lie down," she said. "I'm going to go all Cowgirl on you."
"I love it!" I said, getting back onto my back.
I learned she had a quirky sense of humour when she straddled me and joked, "Try really hard not to get me pregnant. Think you can handle that?"
"I'll do my best," I chuckled back, and she dropped herself onto my cock and began riding me... grabbing my tits for balance.
PIC 13: I'm now wearing a big strap-on and Josie straddled me as I lay on the ground and rode that big fat cock.
"Oh yeah, ride my dick," I encouraged her, loving this shift from submissive to fucker, and after about a minute I began bucking my hips up to meet her downward bounces.
"Yeah, fuck me," Josi moaned, surprised at first by my participation, instead of just laying there while she fucked herself on me.
So then she leaned forward and allowed me to do the work, and I bucked my hips up and down, fucking her the best I could. I discovered this position presented quite a challenge, and maintaining my smooth strokes up and down was also exhausting.
As Josi's orgasm rose, she said, resting her hands on my tits again, "It's my turn to do the work again."
She then bounced on my body like I was a pleasure trampoline, making my body quake every time she bounced down.
"Oh, yes! Come on my cock," I urged her.
"Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck yes! Yes! yeeeeees!!" she screamed, as she came on my dick and collapsed onto my face, tits first.
I took a hard nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard, while her body trembled against mine.
A couple minutes later, she got off of me and said, "That was fun!"
"It was also quite the workout," I added, rolling onto my side, since my back was a bit sore from lying on it so much against the hard tiles.
"Happy to help," she said cheerily.
And then a new voice interrupted our conversation. It was really gruff, even though it was feminine. "It's our turn with the slut," the voice said from behind me, and I got up.
It was a blonde freshman teacher named Vanessa, whose huge tits were already out, accompanied by her gal pal Meadow, who also taught freshmen, and although was almost a head taller than her bestie, she had much smaller tits, which were also out. Both of them were wielding strap-on cocks while they sauntered up to me oozing confidence, very much like Nicole always did.
"Yeah, we
own
you, bitch," Vanessa said, stroking her plastic cock.
"That you do. I'm your Bottom...." I began to respond, but the pretty blonde with an ugly expression on her face cut me off.
"Did I ask you to fucking speak?"
I began to say no, but held it back, realizing that apparently I wasn't supposed to say anything at all.
"You ready for some double dicking?" Meadow sneered, looking at me like I was a piece of meat... which perhaps I was.
"Um, I...." I responded, looking at Vanessa.
"She's not the brightest bitch," Vanessa said disparagingly, shaking her head.
"Yeah, she thinks she's hot stuff just because she's new," Meadow said, apparently more than a little annoyed at the extra attention I seemed to be getting. I'd heard that there was a time when Meadow had been the seniors' favourite pet, but since then she'd been here for twenty years, and while she was inexorably getting older, she'd been fucked by more than two hundred trans students, and nobody knew how many teachers.
"No, I don't think..." I began saying.
"Shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch!" Vanessa roared at me.
I was speechless! I'd literally been trying to agree that I'd
love
a double dicking, but they wouldn't let me say a word!
But then suddenly out of nowhere, the
ultimate
dominant voice barked out, "Back off, you two troublemakers! KNEES!"
Both women's eyes went wide, and they immediately dropped to their knees as if they'd been struck by lightning.
I froze, unsure whether I too was supposed to drop, but Headmistress Alexis's... because of course it was she... intimating tone had sent me instantly into obedience mode, and instead of dropping to my knees, I snapped to attention as if I were in the military! (Except my very
un
military mouth was hanging wide open, which totally spoiled the effect. Oh well.)
The Headmistress was wearing a robe similar in style to the one Nicole had been wearing, with stockings of course, but nothing else. And there's no way anyone could fail to notice her huge hard-on. But even though she was dressed for playtime, she exuded an authority that nobody could resist. In fact she radiated an aura as powerful as any Mistress I'd ever created!
Alexis growled, "I fully realize that my favourite teacher is your Bottom Slut, and she'll remain in that lowly position until I hire another teacher, but you
insufferable bitches
aren't even allowing her to respond to your demands. Have I not trained you better?" (All I took out of that was she'd just called me her favourite teacher... making me blush. I tried not to blush, but no way.)
"Sorry, Mistress," both women said in unison. They were now on all fours and were looking up at Alexis with reverent awe and fear... an intriguing mixture.
"Seriously? I'm sure that poor Jasmine here was trying to tell you that she'd love to get some double dicking from you, and you wouldn't even give her a chance to say it," Alexis continued.
"I guess we got a little carried away, Headmistress," Meadow admitted, while I couldn't help admiring her beautiful body. While Vanessa was also very pretty, her constant scowl ruined it for her. Meadow, on the other hand, had always been as sweet as pie to me before this encounter.
"Vanessa? Say something," Alexis ordered tersely.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I think we've been a little jealous of all the attention Jasmine keeps getting from you," Vanessa explained.
"You have?" I asked. I hadn't meant to speak, but it came flying out of my mouth anyway.
Alexis didn't give them time to add anything before she said, appearing satisfied with their apologetic responses, "Jasmine my pet, these two hooligans have rather broadly hinted that they want to double penetrate you."
"Yes they have, Headmistress," I agreed. "And since I'm their Bottom Slut, I'll be more than willing for them to double dick me."
Alexis nodded approvingly, then she turned her head and called out, "Oh, Harmony! Could you come over here please? I'd like your assistance with something."
With the talking over, I climbed out of my strap-on to give the 'hooligans' easy access to both of my lower holes, while Harmony approached Alexis and asked with a wicked smile, "How may I assist you, Mistress? As if I didn't know."
Harmony was a gorgeous black woman with tits just as humongous as Vanessa's, and I hoped I'd get a chance to play with her real soon.
"I want you to ride me," the Headmistress said, before turning her head and adding, "Ladies, you may go ahead and have your way with Jasmine."
"Thank you, Mistress," Vanessa and Meadow replied in unison, standing up from their submissive positions.
"You're welcome," she said. "There's nothing wrong with treating your Bottom Slut like your Bottom Slut but remember that was once you, and if I decide I need to make an example of you two, that could be you again."
"Understood," Meadow acknowledged, recalling when she'd been fisted by every member of the faculty during her lesbian debut.
"Yes, Mistress," Vanessa said humbly, recalling when she'd been on her back for more than two hours while all the teachers who were senior to her sat on her face until she got each and every one of them off... while the entire time, two vibrators were inside her pussy and her ass driving her absolutely wild!
"Come and double dick me," I invited them, tossing my own harness aside.
"I get her ass," Vanessa dibbed, her natural dominance returning after their brief scolding.
"You always get their asses," Meadow pointed out.
"What can I say? I like fucking asses," Vanessa shrugged, while I glanced over to see Headmistress Alexis lying on the deck, with the cute Harmony going all Cowgirl on her dick.
"Well, I like having my asshole
and
my cunt fucked," I said, good and ready to get this double dicking I'd been promised.
"You really are quite the slut," Vanessa admitted grudgingly, as she lifted me way up in the air and dropped my ass onto her lubed dick.
"Oh my fucking GAWD!" I screamed, shocked by my sudden impaling.
"Don't forget about me," Meadow complained mildly, and she stepped up in front of me and slid her dick into my pussy, while Vanessa's dick was buried in my burning asshole.
"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed again, with the angles of the two dicks filling me so deeply, it felt like they were shaking hands (or something) inside me!
PIC 14: I am double penetrated by Meadow and Vanessa while they hold me up in a real kinky position while Harmony rode the Headmistress.
This position was utterly exhilarating! I screamed my head off, while Vanessa just remained steady, lodged in my asshole, while Meadow hammered away inside my pussy.
It took less than a minute for me to come, and I screamed, "Fuck! I'm cumming!"
"Thank God," Vanessa sighed as I began quaking, "this position was
so
much better when it was still in my head!"
"I disagree... it was fucking amazing," I responded weakly, as Meadow pulled out and helped lower me down to the deck.
Vanessa discarded her strap-on, lay down, spread her legs, and ordered, "Now crawl to me and eat my pussy," snapping her fingers at me.
"Yes Mistress," I replied. I felt my cum leaking out of me while I crawled over to her.
Then the moment I was between Vanessa's legs, she began grinding her pussy against my face.
PIC 15: I am on my knees on the ground licking Vanessa's pussy. In teal like stockings and amazing tits.
It took just a couple minutes to get her off, and then Meadow claimed her turn.
I turned around and saw that she too had discarded her harness, and was lying down with her legs spread wide, and she'd pulled them up near her head for me.
I crawled over to her, pushed them even higher, and licked her too.
PIC 16: Meadow's legs in black thigh highs are high in the air as I dine on her dark chocolate.
It took a couple minutes of attacking her clit before I also got her off, and I swallowed her cum.
I wasn't even finished lapping up that tasty treat, before Harmony ordered, "Lie on your back, Jasmine. I've got a special cream pie for you." Alexis must have cum inside her pussy.
I quickly lay on my back, and I watched Harmony hurrying over to me, and then Alexis's cum started dripping onto my face before she even sat down on me. I hungrily retrieved as much of that cream pie as I could.
PIC 17: Perhaps a little impossible, but on my arms, I eat the cum leaking from Harmony's pussy.
I was then led back to the couch where this wild night had begun, and for quite a while, I licked pussy after pussy after pussy... all my fellow teachers I hadn't already pleasured. My final two meals were Pamela, a teacher from Costa Rica, and Ru Yi, who flaunted major Asian tattoos all over her body and green hair... which wouldn't work for just anybody, but on her I thought the combination was very attractive. By the end, I'd long since discarded my nun costume... eventually it had just been getting in the way, and the novelty had worn off.
PIC 18: We get more comfortable on the patio furniture as I lick Pamela and was entranced by her orange stockings.
I was finally led to a new area on the far side of the main rooms of the lounge where Alexis, now completely naked, told me to, "Get completely undressed."
"Yes, Mistress," I acknowledged, and I removed my stockings, which were all I was still wearing.
Once I was totally naked, and so were Nicole, Meyong and Harmony, Alexis said, "We had this new feature installed just for you, Jasmine."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's a shower stall for golden showers," the Headmistress explained.
"Oh," I said. A golden shower wasn't something I'd ever seriously considered taking part in. Which is why you wouldn't find it in more than about a half dozen stories in my ten-plus-year career.
"It's your special initiation," Nicole said, as she led me into the center of the installation, and instructed me to assume a posture that by now felt very comfortable... on my knees before her.
Then I was surrounded by five women, and within a few seconds they were all spraying their urine onto me, right after Nicole instructed, "Open wide."
I obeyed her, and then I was being soaked in... yes, a literal shower of their golden liquid, which felt warmer than I'd imagined it would be... not that I'd ever put much thought into the temperature of urine.
I was also surprised by how much piss these women produced, especially Harmony for some reason.
Lastly, I was surprised by the taste... which wasn't disgusting as I'd assumed it would be, but rather a little bit sugary and bitter.
PIC 19: A real kinky scene where cock and pussy all piss on me at once.
Once they were all finished spraying me, Harmony smiled and said cordially, "Welcome to the club."
"Thank you," I replied, now dripping with urine from my head to my toes.
Then suddenly floods of water came cascading down all over me and rinsed off all the urine before Amanda, always there at the right time for me, washed me totally clean with soap.
She took my hand and led me to my room, where I requested, "Will you please fuck me? I'm still horny from all that public humiliation. It was
soooo
good, but..." I ran out of steam and couldn't finish my thought.
"For you, my sweetheart?" she asked rhetorically with a tender smile. "Anything... anytime... always." She led me to my bed, rolled me onto my side and fucked me from behind.
PIC 20: Back in my bedroom Amanda slides her cock in my needy pussy in a romantic scene.
I came.
She came in me.
Then we snuggled close to each other, and we both drifted off into slumber. As she slept and snored ever so softly, I looked at her and counted my blessings. Who would have thought in all this wild sex I could have found someone so special?
PIC 21: On my back, Amanda on her side as we enjoy the afterglow of sex and the intimacy of a growing romance.
End of Trans School: Colleague Worship
Up next:
Trans School: Daughter's Arrival.
PIC 22: A teaser picture of my daughter posing dripping in cum naked except purple thigh high stockings, with the Headmistress hard cock aimed right at me while dressed in black garter-belt and stockings and lastly me dressed rather inappropriately as I walk in and discover not only is my daughter here... she has discovered the secret of the school.
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"strap-on",
"milf",
"teachers",
"stockings",
"anal",
"submissive",
"trans"
] |
Family Foursome
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https://www.literotica.com/s/family-foursome-3
| 4.21 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Finally the holiday weekend had arrived. After a stress filled week at work I decided to take a half day off and extend my long weekend a bit longer.
My son Zack was coming home from college and bringing his current girlfriend, Dee. This will be the first time to meet her.
Zack his 6'4, 240lbs and the star linebacker on his football team. They believe he will be drafted into the NFL next spring.
When I pulled into the driveway, Zack's car was already there. I hurried into the house.
I heard music play and on the kitchen island was ingredients for margaritas. I saw through the window that Zack, Dee and my wife and Zack's stepmother, Terri, were relaxing in the hot tub. I ran to the bedroom and changed into my bathing suit, grabbed a margarita and joined them in the tub.
They were happy to see me. Zack gave me a big hug and introduced me to his girlfriend. I slid into the tub, gave my wife a kiss and let the warm water and pulsating jets wash the stress away.
We were having a great conversation. Zack and Dee were telling us about college life and some plans they had for the summer before Zack had to be back for practice in the fall.
Terri asked if we needed refills on the margaritas. Dee said she would help. They padded off to the kitchen. Zack and I watched them walk away. Zack was looking at me and I said "Nice." He nodded and said "We are very lucky."
Terri is 5'4 with shoulder length brown hair, d-cup tits, thick and a voluptuous bubble butt. Dee is about 5'2, also shoulder length brown hair, c-cup tits on a very tiny frame and a ass that was nearly perfect.
I couldn't believe what I saw when the girls returned. They were both topless.
Dee slipped into the tub next to me and Terri sat next to Zack. Dee handed me my drink and put her hand on my thigh. They all chuckled when they saw my face.
Terri sitting next to Zack wasn't a big surprise. I know she had fucked Zack a few times since he turned 18. In fact she fucked him, the first time, on his eighteenth birthday with my permission.
Dee started rubbing my dick through my shorts. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was old enough to be her father.
I looked at Terri and she gave me a wink and a smile and started kissing Zack deep and hungry.
When I turned to Dee she attacked me kissing and shoving her tongue into my mouth. She was stroking my cock which was rapidly getting hard.
After a couple of minutes she told me to stand up and as I did she yanked my swim suit off. When she saw my cock she said "Like father, like son". Zack and I had nearly the same cocks, 8 in. long and 2 in. wide.
I sat on the edge of the tub and Dee gave me a couple of strokes before she took me in her mouth.
I looked over at Terri and Zack. He was standing face fucking my wife. His balls were bouncing off her chin as he drove his cock down her throat.
Dee was a pro at sucking cock. She would alternate between sucking and licking to deep throating me. She was drooling and slobbering all over it.
Zack moaned has he grabbed Terri's head and drove his cock as deep as he could down her throat and unloaded into her belly. I could see Terri swallowing, milking every last drop out of his cock.
That was it for me. I pushed Dee's head down to my balls and pumped my seed into her stomach. She didn't miss a drop.
Once I got my composer back, I lifted her up on the edge of the tub and dove face first between her legs. Her beautiful, bald pussy was deliciously sweet.
I would lick her from asshole to clit, suck on her clit, then tongue fuck her. Her juices where flowing and she was moaning and pinching her nipples.
I heard a moan and glanced over and saw Zack with his head back on the edge of the tub and Terri riding his face. She was going to orgasm. Her face and chest were getting brite red, which happens when she cums.
When I went back to eating Dee, I started finger banging her as well. "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!" she yelled. I took my fingers out of her pussy and pushed one into her asshole. She arched her back and screamed "CUUUUUMMING! AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I drank her sweet nectar until she pushed me away.
I looked at Terri and Zack and they were both watching and smiling. When Dee recovered she looked at Terri and said "You were right, he is good."
That's when I knew that this was a setup. They had planned this before I got home. My wife knew I would be very willing. Especially if I had a chance to fuck a beautiful young coed.
Terri said "We should move this party to the bedroom." Nobody said a word and we just headed to the bedroom.
Soon as we entered the bedroom, Terri and Dee started making out. They soon fell into a 69. Dee on top of Terri. They were ravenous, they could not get enough of each other's pussy.
Zack and I watched them for a bit. We were both rock hard. I eased up in front of Dee and she sucked me for a minute before guiding me into my wife's pussy. Zack got the same. Terri sucked his cock and helped him enter Dee's cunt.
At one point Zack and I were spit-roasting Dee and Terri was alternating between licking Dee's clit and sucking on Zack's balls. Dee had a powerful orgasm and my wife licked up the fluid flowing out of Dee's pussy.
Zack laid down on his back and Terri climbed on him cowgirl. I knew I couldn't pass up this opportunity to fuck my wife's asshole. I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and lubed my cock and her asshole. I got a couple fingers in her to loosen her up and when she was ready I eased my cock into her ass.
My wife's first dp. We started off slow before picking up the tempo and both of us going balls deep. I could feel Zack's cock sliding into her cunt as I was sliding out of her asshole. We had a good rhythm going.
"I'M SO FULL! MY GOD! FUCK MEEEEE! FUUUUCK MEEEEE!" Terri screamed.
A couple more strokes and I started blowing my load deep in my wife's bowels. Terri could feel me cumming and orgasmed. Her cunt clamped down on Zack's cock and he unloaded into her as well.
We collapsed on the bed and I looked over at Dee. She was staring at us with her mouth hanging open in utter disbelief and wonder.
"Have you ever been dp'd?" I asked. She nodded no. "Have you ever had anal?" Also a no. "Do you want to try it?" She answered with a meek little "Yes".
I told her after we recovered we'll give it a shot. Zack and I went to the kitchen to get us all some water. While there Zack said "I want to be the one who pops her anal cherry." I replied "Of course."
When we got back to the bedroom, Terri was between Dee's legs eating her pussy and had a well lubricated finger in her asshole. Terri eventually got two fingers up in her, trying to prepare her for Zack's cock.
I laid down on the bed with my hard cock pointing to the ceiling. Terri asked Dee if she was ready. Dee said she was. "Okay, get on my husband's cock." Terri told her.
She sat on me and my dick slid right in her pussy up to my balls. She was soaking wet.
Zack eased up behind her and placed his well lubricated cock to the entrance of her asshole.
I felt her tense up. I hugged her tight and told her to relax and that we were going to go really slow.
Zack added some pressure and the head of his cock entered her ass. I knew it was in her because she gave a little grunt. He stopped for a moment until she was ready and then started to push farther into her, slowly.
Terri was giving her little kisses on her back and shoulders and playing with her tits.
Dee was doing well. Zack got about half way and paused for a moment. He then started pump in and out slowly. Then I started stroking up into her cunt.
Zack was picking up the tempo and every time he pushed in he went a little deeper. Dee was moaning with pleasure. When he was finally balls deep, we started fucking her good. Terri got a hand on Dee's clit and was giving her a nice rub.
"THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!" Dee yelled. Zack and I were really pounding into her now. She was screaming "HOLY SHIT!...MOTHER FUCKER!...I'M GOOOOING....I'M..M..M.....CUMMMMMING!"
She squirted all over us. We were soaked. I never saw someone cum as hard as she did. Terri was like "WOW".
Dee kept cumming and bucking on our cocks which made me blow my load into her pussy and Zack was soon filling her asshole with his seed.
We all collapsed into a naked, sweaty, cum covered pile and relaxed. We realized we hadn't eaten yet and decided to order carryout. Dee gave the delivery guy a show when she answered the door buck naked. All he said was thank you with a big smile and left.
We fucked all weekend. I think every room in the house saw some action. I even fucked my wife in the garage on the hood of her car and I watched Zack plow Dee doggy style in the backyard.
When it was time for Dee and Zack to leave the girls gave us blow jobs right at the front door. Dee swallowing my load and Terri swallowing Zack's. Just like the weekend started. We plan to do this more often.
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Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 06
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https://www.literotica.com/s/lust-guilt-entrapment-ch-06
| 4.37 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
The two women were wrapped around each other, not quite awake, not quite asleep. It was a beautiful sight. I climbed into the bed and curled up behind my sister. I snaked an arm around her, which trapped it between her breast and Hannah's. It felt wonderful.
Waking up some time later felt even better. I have no idea how it happened, but I was spooning Hannah, and my erection (yeah, still happened sometimes at that age, but rarely after having sex the night before) was slipping between her thighs.
"You want him to fuck you again, don't you baby?"
"Yes Mommy. So fucking bad. We have to leave soon and I need it one more time. At least one more time."
"Sure, but don't worry; this won't end when we get back on the plane."
"Oh fuck, seriously?"
"Did you think I was going to give this to you and then take it away? He's amazing. We'll manage sweetheart. Now get him in there. Here, let me help."
For some reason I pretended to be asleep. I was curious what they'd do. My sister gently held me, and guided me to her daughter's waiting slit. Hannah pushed back, and I was inside her again.
"Oh fuck, that's so -- oh fuck I love his dick. I love Uncle Carl's dick. He is magic, isn't he?"
"He sure is. And he's family, so it's okay."
"I sure hope so. Fuck, I'd hate to have to give this up. Oh fuck, Aunt Melisaa is mmmph!"
Susan had cut her daughter off with a kiss. Dammit. What was she going to say? She sounded excited, which made sense, but was it her body overwhelming her mind? What was she going to say, dammit?"
"I wonder if we can make him cum without waking him up" my sister whispered.
"I want him to know he's cumming inside me!"
"Oh, so you get him all to yourself tonight?" my sister chuckled. "What do you like better, swallowing him or taking him in your pussy?"
"My pussy. I love how he tastes, you're right about how sexy that is, but when he's cumming between my legs I -- it's perfect."
"Let me suck him a bit, okay?"
"Yes Mommy, suck him!" She shifted forward. My cock had been bathed in heat, then the cool air of the hotel room hit me. Only for an instant; the familiar heat of the mouth that craved my cum bathed my manhood. Being sucked by a woman who loves your dick is amazing. And my sister truly loved -- loves -- my dick. Even after years, it's amazing to write that.
Hannah began to squirm. Susan got the hint. My horny sister relinquished the cock they were sharing, and Hannah slid back into position.
"Oh god Mommy, he's pressed against my asshole!"
"Oh! Here, let me help." Susan adjusted me, and my niece began a gentle rocking, taking my dick in and out of her body.
"That -- um, Mommy, wow -- have you ever?"
I made a mental note to get sleep fucked by these two more often. Listening to them whisper was incredibly sexy.
"Well, a couple of times, actually, yes. Everything has to be perfect."
"Is that allowed?"
I wondered what that meant.
"Where is Uncle Carl now baby?"
"In my pussy."
"Yes he is. The Uncle you've wanted for years is in your pussy. Is he wearing a condom?"
"Oooooh, fuck. No he is not. It feels so fucking good to take him bare. I love taking his cum. I love tasting it, drinking it, I love it when you lick it out of me, but god I love feeling it creaming my little pussy."
The feel of her slick grip combined with the whispered conversation was almost too much to take. Hannah sounded like she wanted to try anal, too!
"Oo, Mommy, he just throbbed. Cock is amazing."
"Your Uncle's cock is amazing."
"It sure as fuck is. Thank you Mommy, thank you thank you thank you! Ooooh!" She grabbed my hand and wrapped my arm around her. My palm was filled with my niece's breast. Instinctively I kneaded her beautiful, feminine tit.
"Oh fuck, he's even good in his sleep Mommy! Did you know that?"
"No baby, we've never done this before. I think we have him pretty turned on."
"I bet. Two women, his sister and his niece, both hot for his dick and his cum..."
"You're forgetting something daughter of mine." Hannah made a cute little noise.
"That tongue."
"Oh fuck my fucking ass yes that tongue! Think he can lick in his sleep?"
"Hmm, I don't know -- should we wake him up?"
"I want to make him cum in his sleep. That would be so hot. Just his body using mine. Ohh, fuck Mommy suck my tits! Suck my tits while his body fucks me!"
I felt the bed shift in the darkness. I heard slurps, then sucking. My sister was helping her daughter cum. I decided to 'stay asleep' through my orgasm.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck" she was getting louder.
"Hush baby, unless you want to wake him up!"
"No I want him to fuck me I want him I want his cum oh fuck I want him to take my ass!"
I felt that rush. I had been keeping pretty still, but hearing that my hips rocked forward. Hannah squealed. Susan kissed her to keep her quiet. I wanted to keep her filled. My dick throbbed, Hannah moaned under her mother's kiss, and I shot sperm into my eager niece. Her pussy spasmed around my dick. We were cumming together! She pressed her ass back, taking me as deep as our spooning allowed. My body shook as I gave her what I knew she loved best; a load of my semen in her raw, hungry pussy.
When my balls had given their all, I sighed and rolled onto my back. There was that cold air again. And there was my sister again, eagerly sucking my wet, creamy rod. She hadn't been sucking long when I heard a whispered "Eat me mommy."
Susan gave me a few more strokes with her heavenly mouth, then crawled over and began a search for my cum, and her daughter's pleasure.
"Oh fuck Mommy, yes, oh god Aunt Melissa!"
What? I was too drained to wonder long. Hannah was probably just feeling some fraction of the guilt I was dealing with. That must be.... I was out.
I woke up before the women. I had slept like the dead. I had a great idea. I crawled under the covers and began kissing the first pussy I found. It was Susan's, I knew from -- well, from all the glorious time I'd spent with my mouth on her body. She purred in her sleep. I licked, starting at her opening and moving up toward her clit. It was standing when I found it. I used my lips to push back her folds, giving that little bit of extra access my tongue needed. I lashed at her clit, my lips sealing around it.
"Well good fucking morn- oh! Fuck yes! Right OH!" I slid a couple of fingers into her wet little box and she came. Her clit pulsed, her hips jerked, and she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. I felt a hand on my back, stroking and sliding up toward my head. Hannah was awake.
"Cum for him Mommy, cum for Uncle Carl's tongue. Your brother loves licking your pussy Mommy. I hope he wants to taste me too. Do you want to watch your brother lick your little girl's cunt?"
Her reply wasn't too coherent, but it was eloquent in its own way. She liked the idea. That was my conclusion.
When her hips stopped grinding on my face, Hannah pounced. She rolled me over -- where did my little niece get this strength? -- and I found my head trapped between my sister's thigh and my niece's crotch. I was right between a cunt and a soft place. Well, that's not fair -- a well-toned place.
Watching my sister and I had clearly gotten Hannah very revved up. She was not shy. In fact, I'd say she was demanding. She ground her snatch on me. Her nectar was flooding my face. My sister was still able to produce a lot of lube, but her daughter was positively dripping that morning.
"Oh yes Uncle Carl, you made Mommy cum with that wicked tongue, now it's my pussy's turn! Do you remember fucking me last night Uncle Carl? Your dick filled my snatch so fucking full. I love watching you fuck and I love your tongue and I love your fucking DICK! Lick it lick it lick it oh FUCK! I want feel you in my mouth I want you to fuck my ass I want your tongue I want to watch you fuck Aunt Melissa oh FUCK!"
"Hannah!" said her mother in a stern voice.
"I'm sorry mommy fuck I just fucking love his tongue and fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUCK!" She drenched my face, grinding so hard I hoped my nose wouldn't break. I kept licking though. My niece's pussy tasted too good to even think about stopping.
When she was finished sobbing and grinding, I rolled her off of me. I watched the two women laying naked in my hotel room bed. Knowing how much they loved our sex was amazing. I'd never felt so manly, so powerful. My niece mentioning my wife kind of gnawed at me though. And my sister's reaction -- well, maybe it was just a reaction to how loud she was being? Or something else she'd said?
I was moving into position to take my sister again when she noticed the time. "Fuck Carl, we can't -- we'll have to see you when you get back! You can drive us to the airport, right?"
"Dammit. Sure, but one more suck from each of you!"
"You got it stud!" She curled up and I was in her mouth. A few quick bobs, and she was off to the bathroom. Hannah rolled over and began abusing her throat with my erection. She was making good progress toward a creamy breakfast when her mother called from the bathroom. "Start packing will you baby?"
"Sure Mom!" She moved to obey, but I couldn't resist teaching her a bit about who she had to obey. I gripped my niece's head in my hands and fucked her mouth. Only for a minute, but it was a sweet, sweet minute. Then I let her up. She hopped off the bed, giving my erection a last look, and began packing. I laid back and watched the nude teenager for a few minutes. If I kept watching I was going to take her again, and we didn't have time, so I got up and went into the bathroom. Susan was hidden by the steam of the shower, so there was less temptation.
We all got ready, and soon I was carrying their things down to the car. We chatted as I drove; it was kind of odd how normal the discussion was as I drove my incestuous lovers to the airport. When we pulled up at the drop off, we made a bit of a show. Not many couples kiss like that in public, and I gave two incredibly sensual kisses in turn. Then my sister and my niece took each other's hands and walked into the terminal. It was like a spell broke. One or two guys had huge grins, but there was a woman glaring at me. Furious. Almost a look of hatred. She looked sort of like Melissa.
I tried to get that woman out of my head as I drove. I stopped off for breakfast, and I still felt her eyes on me. I was almost back to the hotel when my phone rang. It was Melissa. Traffic was thick, so I couldn't pick up. I parked, got back to the room, and called her.
She was just checking in. I sat on a bed reeking of my lovers' pussies talking to my wife. I can't describe how I felt that morning. I'd taken a woman's virginity. I hadn't just had a threesome, I'd had a mother-daughter threesome that stretched over three days. And here I was, talking to my wife. I hoped I sounded normal. I hoped she couldn't hear the guilt, the conflict, the distraction. I did my best to participate as Melissa talked on about the little events of the weekend, asking me some trivial questions. She just sounded happy to be on the phone with me. I treasured that. It all sharpened my guilt.
But I wanted those lovers again.
After Melissa said goodbye I went for a run. I had to burn off some anxiety. I enjoy working out, but running isn't usually my thing. Maybe I did it to punish myself. But it let me think as my lungs screamed and my heart thundered in my chest.
I made some decisions. I couldn't resist my sister, or her niece. But I loved my wife, and hated myself for cheating, for letting myself get addicted to other mouths, other breasts, other vaginas. I decided I would never touch them again unless everything was perfect. No quickies, no risk taking, no pushing it. But I couldn't say 'never again.' Tammy was 'never again.' I kind of blamed her. If she hadn't gotten me drunk I still would have been a good husband. I still would have had some self-respect. I wouldn't know how her pussy tasted, how my sister relished swallowing me, how my niece's tight, shaved little snatch felt as I throbbed inside her. Yeah, I can't blame this all on Tammy when my disgusting, selfish lust reveled in those memories so much. I shared a LOT of the blame. But I had to reestablish some control.
It was a long, long run. I don't know how I sounded when Susan called to tell me they were home safe, and unsuspected. We'd gotten away with it, apart from my guilt. I was sore as HELL the next day when Melissa called to thank me for the flowers. She promised me a hell of a homecoming. I had stopped stroking, because all I could think about when I stroked was the incredible teenager I'd deflowered, her sexy mother, my sister. So I was going to be ready when I got home!
I was. So was Melissa. She pounced like a cat on a bacon-wrapped mouse. I didn't last long the first time, filling my wife's mouth with a huge load. She just kept sucking, and I swung her around for some sixty-nine before following up her orgasm with a second helping of my dick. It was almost as hot as the hotel sex. Her praise and adoration afterward kind of stung, but it also made me happy -- my commitment didn't mean giving up great sex, far from it.
I felt even better, even more in control when I passed my first real test, the first real temptation. Susan called that next weekend. She wanted me. Fuck, who am I kidding, I wanted her. The thought of watching my sister work to swallow my load had me hard as a rock. But her pretext was really flimsy. It was too risky. I stuck to my plan. I reassured her, but I stuck to my plan.
And then I went and pounded Melissa so hard she was complaining about it the next day. Granted, she had a big smile on her face. I still felt guilty, but now I had something to be proud of. I had resisted temptation, I had satisfied my wife, I felt good. Did I feel almost as good as before this craziness started? Hell, I felt better. Which was confusing. I came up with a brilliant plan for dealing with the fact that I felt even better. I tried not to think about it.
Then Tammy called.
I didn't pick up. She called back ten minutes later. I didn't pick up. I heard her call Melissa. Oh fucking shit. I tried not to eavesdrop too badly. Sounded innocent. A few minutes later Melissa found me.
"You need to go help Tammy."
"Baby, I'm tired. I went for that long run yesterday, I'm just beat. Can't it wati?"
"You don't even know what it is" she said with a smirk. "Be a good brother in law and go help her out."
"What is it, anyway?"
"Clogged drain, won't take you long."
"I'll call a plumber for her."
"Carl! She's family! Get your ass over there and help her out!"
I thought to myself that if I can resist my little sister's throat, I can resist Tammy. Channel your frustration with her, get the plumbing done, and get back. You'll be so proud of yourself when you've checked another block, proving your resolve. That's what I told myself.
"Please baby, I'll reward you when you get back" my wife purred, interrupting my thoughts.
"Anything for you babe" I said with a smile.
I grabbed a snake, a wrench or two, and an industrial tub of zipperloc. Off I went.
I hadn't been wrong. This was a ploy, pure and simple. Tammy let me in wearing nothing but red high heels. Okay, matching lipstick too.
"Tammy, dammit, I can't keep doing this" I said as she pulled me in. Shoulda held back. Why didn't I stand further from the door?
"Aw, don't I look good enough to fuck? Don't you want to sink that big, married dick into my lonely, hungry, WET pussy?" she said, grinding against my hip.
"I'm serious. I'm totally serious. I can't take the guilt. I love my sist- my wife!"
"Oh, you naughty man. I know you love your little sister. And your niece. Can't wait to watch that, you kinky fucker. But I've got other plans right now. There's a friend upstairs who needs your... plumbing expertise."
"A FRIEND? Goddamit Tammy! I am serious!"
She gave me a twisted grin. "Oh, trying to be a good boy are we, my little perv? Well guess what? It seems you've forgotten I've got photos." Where the hell was she hiding that phone? She had it ready, and some carefully selected examples too. The first one was me buried inside my sister.
"I need dick, and so does Laurie. You're gonna give it to us, or I send these to your wife!"
Did you know that fear is a cold liquid? I didn't know until that moment. I'd heard the expression 'fear washed over me,' but let me tell you, seeing flashing lights behind you while you're eighteen over the limit had nothing on this. Tammy saw it too. Clear as day. She chuckled and grabbed at my dick.
"That's right. Don't worry, Laurie's hot. Really hot. I mean, I'm not gonna get off watching you plow a cow. But if you don't, not only will I tell Melissa, Laurie will be humiliated. Which mean furious. Do you know the kinds of things a humiliated woman does to get revenge? Quit being stupid and fuck us both. She's upstairs with a nice bow tied around her, just for you. Or should I hit send?"
I was fuming, too much to get turned on. But I didn't say a word. Tammy took that as victory, and grabbed my hand. She pulled me to her bedroom, her nude ass strutting in front of me. Her high heels flashed. I maintained my control.
Then the door opened. Tammy had meant it quite literally when she'd said there was a nice bow tied around her friend. Actually, she'd understated. There were four bows, and the black silk ribbon bound her to the bed. A sleep mask covered her eyes. Nothing else covered her body. Despite my intense, complicated emotions, it was one hell of a sexy sight.
Tammy took advantage of the surprise, bending over and yanking down my pants. I was in her mouth before I knew it. Goddammit this woman was evil! And unfortunately that meant she knew how to suck. She was loud, making sure her helpless friend heard what was happening.
"Oh god you're sucking his dick, aren't you, you fucking slut! You said I was gonna get his dick! You made me eat your cunt and now you're getting his dick too!?"
"Oh, you should have felt him throb when you talked about eating my cunt. Bet you wish I'd used weaker ribbon, don't you you slut?"
"Fuck me! I need dick! You said I'd get dick! Fuck my cunt!" The strange woman was pulling against the ribbons, which were clearly stronger than they looked. She begged while my evil sister in law sucked. She gripped my hips as she sucked, pulling me toward the bed. My resolve went the way of my higher brain functions as I felt her throat accept my rod. The desperate symphony coming from the bound woman wasn't exactly taking the edge off of my lust either.
"Time to fuck her stud" Tammy said, sliding me out of her mouth. She gripped my dick and pulled me onto the bed. Laurie practically levitated off the mattress, she wanted my dick so badly. Let's face, it, she probably wanted any dick, but my evil sister-in-law had called me. She'd called me, she'd blackmailed me again, she'd sucked me, and know she rubbed my knob against this horny woman's lips.
I drove into her, hard. Laurie screamed. Tammy stared, licking her lips as I pounded the restrained woman begging for me to use her body. I hammered, venting the frustration I felt from being coerced yet again, the frustration of feeling like I should have dared her to push that button, the frustration of knowing how badly my body needed the adventure, the forbidden thrill.
Laurie was starting to cum when Tammy swung her leg over the helpless woman's face. Her muffled protests soon joined Tammy's moans of pleasure. Both women were crying out in pleasure. I grabbed Tammy and pulled her to me, dragging her off Laurie's face.
I pulled out and spun Tammy around. I bent her over and rammed myself into her, pushing her with my erection. Laurie was back to being furious. I licked my thumb and slipped it into Tammy's ass. Feeling my cock moving so close to that invading thumb was a new experience. Then I rolled Tammy off and climbed up, forcing my dick into Laurie's mouth. I didn't have to add any guilt to my ledger over that. She immediately began sucking, moaning out her gratitude in a way that sent shivers down my cock and up my spine. Clearly she was on board for anything that meant I was inside her. I crouched above her face, using her mouth like another pussy. When she moaned louder, I looked back. Tammy was licking her friend's pussy. I gave Laurie's mouth another couple of pumps, then pulled back and mounted my blackmailing sister-in-law.
I was in no mood for subtlety. She screamed as I pounded into her. Laurie writhed, begging for attention. Tammy wrapped her arms around the woman's thighs and did her best to keep licking while I punished her wanton body.
"Fuck, Melissa is so damn lucky!" she raised her head to say. Laurie let out a cry, and I saw her arm reach down and force Tammy's head back between her legs. To this day I have no idea how she got that arm free.
"Don't you fucking say her NAME!" I said, using my whole body to hold her down as my rod viciously pounded her pussy. Tammy was helpless under my body and Laurie's grip. My hips were out of control, venting all the guilt and tension and lust of the recent months into her body.
Tammy squirmed her head free and screamed "oh yes, fuck me!" I wrapped an arm around her neck and said "don't you say a fucking word, just take it -- one more word and I take your ass!"
Maybe she'd thought it was a game up to that point, but I saw fear in her eyes. Not for long, because Laurie got a handful of hair and pulled her back. She was forced to lick while I used her pussy. I don't know if I'd ever fucked so hard in my life. Laurie began screaming, and then Tammy's body exploded. I held her down with all my strength, all my weight, taking what my dick needed. I grabbed her arms, stretched them out to her side, and violated her pussy. That forced her face against Laurie's gushing snatch. My dick throbbed, and I pumped sperm into my sister-in-law's helpless pussy. I growled "take it slut" as my ejaculation drowned her insides.
When my orgasm let go of me, both of the women under me were silent. Tammy broke the stillness.
"Carl, I --"
"SHUT UP! DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING CALL ME AGAIN!"
I stormed out of the room. This had to end. I couldn't take this any more. One way or another, divorce or reconciliation, I had to get this fixed. I actually bent a wheel on a curb during that insane drive back to my house.
I burst through the door and there was Melissa, looking terrified. "Carl, I -- I'm so sorry, Tammy said --"
"To hell with Tammy! Melissa, I have to tell you something because I can't fucking take this any more. I love you and I'm incredibly sorry, but I've cheated. I'm so fucking sorry but I had to tell you because it's tearing me --"
"Carl, Carl, I know, I thought you understood, this has all been --"
"YOU THOUGHT I UNDERSTOOD? YOU KNOW?" Confusion piled on top of fury. I was so lost I babbled. "What the fuck are you talking about? What the FUCK has been going on?"
"Baby, I thought we were playing a game together, I thought you knew, I -- I've been setting --"
"YOU'VE BEEN SETTNG ME UP? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH?"
I rushed to the bedroom, grabbed a few clothes and my toothbrush, and I was out the door in seconds. I slammed it behind me. I'm surprised the window in the door didn't break. I could hear Melissa sobbing as I started the car and whipped it out of the driveway.
I had a really close call with a bicyclist. Probably scared that poor bastard out of his ridiculous shorts, but honestly it probably saved a life to two. It forced me to get a hold of myself. I drove, losing all track of time, ignoring the calls and text notifications. The low fuel light broke me out of my stupor. I filled my tank and found a hotel. Once in my room, I slammed back a bottle of gin from the minibar, and stopped myself.
I got in the shower, and emerged in a slightly less irrational state of mind. I scanned the phone calls and text messages. The text messages were desperate pleas from Melissa, Tammy, Susan, even Hannah. I picked one almost at random. It turned out to be Susan.
"Give me a couple of days." I hit send and turned off the phone. I went out to the car, got my clothes -- I had to stuff them in a grocery bag, I'd left in such a hurry -- and went back up to my room. I checked, and hadn't brought anything to exercise in. Good. That gave me a mission. Silly and utterly lacking in perspective, sure, but a mission. I got my keys and found the nearest store where I could get jogging shorts, shoes, and socks. I'd randomly grabbed a tshirt, but I got another, and a few more toiletries.
Back in the room, I laid out the toiletries and got dressed for a run. I ran so far I got lost, and had to ask for directions back to the hotel. I must have looked awful, and smelled worse. The guy didn't seem to give a moment's thought to driving me the seven miles back to the hotel.
I showered and fell into bed, exhausted. Weird dreams. Crazy dreams. I tossed and turned. All I remembered besides vague surrealistic images was a childhood dog. He'd died peacefully of old age in reality, but in this dream he bit me and ran away.
The day after I'd checked into the hotel isn't too clear in my memory. The women gave me that day. I got a couple of random texts from friends who had no idea that anything odd was going on. Easy to brush off.
I woke up the next day feeling a bit more rational. A little after lunch I got a simple text from Susan.
"We're all so sorry. Please call one of us when you can. Hopefully Melissa. We all love you."
The last four words burned up at me from the phone's screen. Lots of people -- almost everyone I guess -- would say my sister and I were serious perverts. But I didn't doubt she loved me. I didn't know what to think about anyone else involved, but I was sure my sister loved me. I'd heard the things she said, some of them to her daughter, some while she thought I was sleeping. My world was rocked, I barely knew east from up, but I made a conscious decision to trust my sister.
It still took a while longer before I could dial the phone. It was the next morning.
"Oh thank God Carl. Thank God. When you didn't answer my text yesterday I -- we were all terrified. Please tell me you're okay -- you aren't in the hospital are you?"
"I'm not in the hospital. Susan, what the fuck has been going on?"
"Two thinks big brother. Let me say these two things. We all love you -- all of us. Really. And there has been an in- just a world class misunderstanding. Huge. I'm not going to promise you this will all make sense, but I hope you'll give us a chance to try and explain."
"A misunderstanding?"
"Call it a sex game gone wrong."
"Wrong is an understatement sis."
"I know. I hope you can forgive us. I can promise you this, from everyone involved -- all of us women I mean."
"Yeah?"
"Total honesty. Any questions you have, we'll answer, no matter how awkward or embarrassing or whatever."
"Okay let's start with this -- did Melissa know you and Hannah came to see me that weekend." I wanted to catch her off guard with a shocking questions.
"Yes. She swears it was her idea, I remember it differently. Like I said, we're all going to be honest. That doesn't mean we have perfect memories. I hope you can understand that."
I thought for a while, trying to soak in what she'd just said. I thought about the brief mentions of Melissa that weekend, and how Susan had hushed them up. It still didn't make much sense.
"Carl?"
"Yeah, I'm here. Just trying to -- I don't know."
"I love you big brother -- I really do. I will -- listen, I think you should talk to Melissa. She's so devastated, she just can't function. She loves you big brother, maybe more than I do. Will you talk to her?"
"Okay. Not today. Give me another day."
"Okay. I'll let her know if that's okay. She really is having a -- she misses you Carl, she's scared. She's so sorry."
"Hmm. Yeah, you can tell her. I don't -- don't -I really don't know how this is gonna play out Susan."
"Understood. Thank you."
"Mm-hm. Later."
I hung up and went for yet another run. Powering through the soreness was just what I needed. Another night's sleep with weird, disquieting dreams.
I called Melissa the next day.
"Carl! Oh thank god! I am SO sorry! Baby, I'm sorry. I can't imagine what this has been like. I want to explain. I want to see you."
"Really?"
"Yes. So sorry. Dammit I'm so sorry! Can I see you? Where are you?"
"Couple hours away. What do you want to tell me?"
"It would be so much better in person."
"I don't know."
"Let me ask you this Carl, what do you want? For us?"
"Wow. I don't know yet Melissa."
That earned a deep, pained sigh.
"Fair enough. Too soon. I'm sorry. There's a lot I know that you don't."
"So tell me."
"Please Carl, it will be easier in person."
"For who?"
"Both of us I'd say."
"I'll think about it."
"I can't ask for more than that I guess. I hope I hear from you soon."
"Goodbye." It sounded flat. That may seem cold, but it could have been so much worse if I'd cut loose.
We hung up. I took a bath. Which is odd for me. I didn't have much else to do.
Later that night I got a text from Susan. "Go see her. I think it will be for the best."
"Noted."
By the next morning I had decided. I consciously chose to trust my sister, and I didn't see a reason to change my mind. I called Melissa.
"Hi. Coffee shop in Oakdale. There's only one. Would eleven work?"
"I'll make it work. Thank you."
I hung up and suddenly felt famished. I found a little place near the hotel and ordered breakfast. The waitress asked if the rest of the part was joining me soon. Guess I ordered a lot of food. I didn't eat much before I got a text.
"thanks" was all Susan wrote. It was odd how god that made me feel.
I didn't eat more than a few more bites. Let plenty of money on the table and walked out.
I walked into the coffee shop at 10:59:11. Forty nine seconds early. Melissa was there. There were three cups in front of her on the table. I looked around. My first guess was the third cup was for Susan.
"It's empty. Been here a while."
Wow. Melissa was usually a "ten minutes isn't that late!" kind of woman. I took a deep breath and sat down.
"Thanks for coming. Sincerely, thank you."
"I wasn't planning on literally disappearing."
"Good. Thanks."
We sat there for a minute. It turned into several minutes. Suddenly Melissa took a deep breath.
"I thought you knew. I thought we were -- in my mind this was a game and you knew that I knew and it was -- I set Tammy up to seduce you. Carl, it was a fantasy and I admit it, it turned me on so much it scared me. Every time you were -- out -- I was at home frigging myself out of my mind. You were amazing -- you'd come home and I took our... intimacy as reinforcement. I thought it meant we were great. Carl -- it was great. I'm sorry if that's tough to hear right now, but baby it was incredible. I realize now that you didn't know, the tacit understanding was all in my head. I know it coast you -- dearly. Because you're a wonderful man and I don't deserve you. But baby in my mind this was a sexy, fucking sexy game and we were playing it better than I'd ever dared to hope for. This was all my fault. All. My. Fault. I take full and total responsibility. I hope you can forgive me."
It all burst out of her in a rush. I had trouble keeping up, honestly. I got the key point, though. I needed confirmation though.
"So you're saying you set all this up --" she nodded "- and you were sitting at home rubbing... yourself, while I was out... of the house?"
She nodded again. Shame and anxiety colored her face, with a subtle hint of something else. I barely caught it, but I knew my wife. Even after all this.
"Wow. I -- wow."
"Carl, can --"
"I need time. This is a LOT to -- wow. Need some time."
She nodded. "I understand."
I got up and walked out. I drove a bit, just to get out of sight, and found a place to park. I needed to think.
She'd known. Scratch that -- she'd set it all up! I'd been fucking and stressing and feeling guilty and fucking some more and she'd known about all of it. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Susan.
"I'm sorry. We're all sorry. None of us considered the possibility that you weren't in on this. But now some of the things you said make sense big brother. We're sorry."
"Need some time"
"Sure."
I sat a bit longer, then drove slowly back to the hotel. I was mulling it all over in my mind, the whole history, every 'visit,' every homecoming to a very horny wife. Okay, I should have realized her renewed interest wasn't just a coincidence. I'd explained it to myself because women seem to know when a guy's having sex, and it makes them want him.
Women seem to know. Yeah, especially when they set it all in motion.
I got back to the hotel. Another run, a long shower. Sleep. Even weirder dreams. The dog turned into a pterodactyl instead of biting me.
I want down to the lobby in the morning for some coffee. I still hadn't made any decisions, but I wanted coffee. I caught sight of myself in a mirror -- hotel lobby décor, what are you going to do -- and I thought 'who's that skinny son of a bitch?"
I'd lost weight. My eyes looked hollow. I was staring in the mirror thinking 'boy, this has been rough' when I caught a woman in the reflection. She reminded me of Melissa. I knew I had to give her a chance. I got some coffee and went back up to my phone.
I called her. She was thrilled when she answered.
"Listen, we need to talk."
"Absolutely. Name the time, name the place. I'm ready, but that's not what matters. I hope you're ready."
"I guess I'm ready."
"Can -- where? Where do you want to meet?"
I wasn't sure. I didn't want a coffee shop or restaurant this time. I wanted more privacy, and more time. I realized my hotel room was a sanctuary. I didn't want her there. I was still thinking when she quietly said "Carl, why don't you just come home -- to our house?"
I thought a bit more, and agreed. I could HEAR her smiling.
I got right in the car and started driving. It was a few hours' drive. I set the cruise exactly to the speed limit and tried not to let my mind wander too far. An accident was all I needed. I can't even tell you if time dragged or time flew. I got there.
When I got to the house, I took a deep breath and let myself in. I could tell the key hadn't been necessary; it was unlocked.
"Carl, is that you?"
"It's me."
She came out of the kitchen. I could see that the last few days hadn't been any easier for her than it had been for me. Stress is an effective diet, but I don't recommend it. We stared at each other for a minute. She dropped her robe. She stood there staring at me, naked. Afraid.
"Melissa, put that back on."
Her shoulders rocked, she sobbed. Her body was wracked with sobs. It cut me to the bone. Despite all the guilt, all the anger that guilt had morphed into, this was still the woman I'd shared my life with. I don't know what I'd have done two or three days before, but at that moment, I was her husband. I leaped forward and wrapped my arms around the sobbing woman.
"I'm so sorry Carl, I'm -- I'm just so sorry. This is all my fault! I thought we were all playing a sexy game -- ALL of us together! All of us! I had no idea that -- I'm so sorry! And now you don't even want me!"
She was right. At that moment, sex was not at all on my mind. But I didn't try to explain that. I just held on. Soon she was holding on to me.
"All those fantasies, years -- I thought it was perfect. I'm so sorry."
I let her take some time to calm down.
"Melissa, I want you to talk me through it. Start at the beginning." I led her to the couch. She clutched her robe around her and talked. She'd had the fantasy for years, but when she'd shared it with her sister, Tammy had taken the idea and run with it. Melissa insisted it wasn't all Tammy, and I'm sure that was right, but I also bet she was taking more responsibility than she deserved to protect her sister. As if we can quantify blame.
I sat, and listened quietly. It was shocking. I had never, ever suspected that my wife had fantasized about me being with other women. Not just other women -- family! To this day I kind of suspect that was Tammy a lot more than Melissa.
Finally Melissa talked herself out. I sat, wondering how I'd never known. Wondering how two people so in love could miscommunicate so badly.
"Carl?"
"Hm?"
"I -- I'd really love -- I mean I know I don't deserve it, but 'd really love to know what you're thinking."
For some reason that struck me as funny. I had fucked several other women, repeatedly, for months, and there was my wife, timid, anxious, heartbroken. Granted, it was a really 0weird situation.
"I don't know what you're thinking Carl, and that scares me. I promised -- well, Susan promise for me -- that we'd be totally honest. So I'll tell you I'm scared as hell. But I'll do anything to fix this to fix us."
She reached out toward me. Her robe slipped, and she grabbed at it instead of touching me. She took a deep breath.
"I mean it. I'll do anything."
"I need to think" I said, and got up to leave. Melissa started to say something, but stayed silent.
Hours more thinking. Driving and thinking. I was kind of glad I'd left my clothes back at the hotel -- it forced me to go back, which forced me to be alone and think.
I got into my room, and collapsed on the bed. I was on my third deep, contemplative, how-the-hell-did-all-this-happen breath when someone knocked on the door.
"Sorry, I don't -- no thanks, just go away."
Another knock, a bit firmer.
"Please go away."
"Uncle Carl?"
Holy shit. What the hell was she doing here? I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
It was Hannah.
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Hunger & Appetite
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/hunger-and-appetite
| 4.13 | null |
Anal
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"Would you like to see the dessert menu?" The waitress asked politely as she cleared their plates from the table.
Richard barely looked up from his phone as he said, "No, thank you. Just the bill, please."
The waitress gave Heather an almost pitiful smile as she bustled away. Heather knew exactly what the girl was thinking.
Darling, why are you with this jackass?
Heather couldn't blame her for thinking that. From the moment they had been seated, Richard had been on his phone. His thumbs moved slowly and precisely as he sent message after message. He had ordered them both the smallest, cheapest meal on the menu. No appetizer. No dessert, and only tap water to drink.
Heather had not bothered with trying to start a conversation. Instead, she had been on her phone as well. To anyone watching them, they looked like a perfectly miserable couple who were barely tolerating each other on date night.
They would have been very wrong.
Heather had known that Richard was hungry the second he walked down the stairs wearing his black trousers, white shirt, and suspenders. He had told her that they were going out to eat, and she was to wear the navy blue button-down dress he had chosen for her.
That dress.
Giddy with excitement, she had run upstairs and started changing out of her sweats and top. He had followed her and watched from the doorway, leaning against the frame. She could feel his gaze scanning every inch of her back as she got naked. His impatience was palpable, caged behind bars of self-control. She could have teased him. Moved with slow, erotic grace and tried to coerce him to take her right then. But she didn't want to ruin the game for herself.
"No." He commanded, as she hooked a thumb under the elastic of her panties.
She left them on.
"Hurry up."
She did.
Throwing the dress over her body and pulling her hair into a loose ponytail, Heather was as ready as Richard wanted her to be.
He handed her the phone, which she slipped into the pocket of her dress.
"Is the Uber outside?" She asked
He nodded.
Of course it was.
She sat in silence in the Uber, listening to Richard speak with the driver. He had started by asking the driver how busy his day had been. Naturally, the conversation switched to where the driver asked Richard what he did for work. This was where the game began.
"I'm a dog trainer for the police", Richard said. It was a complete fabrication, and the driver was none the wiser. "I specialise in obedience and compliance. Although they have been domesticated, people tend to forget that there is still a wild nature to them. The trick is to reward that nature after they have been good and followed commands. After a while, they learn to love obedience because it becomes part of who they are. The thing is, though, if you get one that is particularly frisky, you have to set firm expectations. They have to know they won't get what they want if they misbehave."
The driver feigned interest and agreed with Richard, then began discussing dangerous dog breeds. Healther stirred in her seat, gently rubbing her thighs together without Richard noticing. The blatant exhibition of his intent, the coded message for her, the sheer audacity that he could make something so lewd seem like normal conversation. She loved it when he was hungry for her.
During dinner, his messages to her had been utter filth. He had demanded to know how she intended to suck his cock. She had told him. He inquired to know if she had any preference on whether he used her pussy or her ass. She said both. He described exactly how he was going to leave her a shuddering mess on the floor. She sent nothing.
She didn't have to.
Richard watched her over the lip of his phone. Heather let him see her. The quick, shallow breaths. The occasional squirming in her seat. She was hot, bothered, and wanted nothing more than to be at home, with Richard's cock tearing primal noises from her wet and aching holes.
Richard sent one last message as the bill arrived.
"You are going to go to the bathroom. Remove your underwear and give them to me without anyone noticing."
Heather's heart leaped into her throat in excitement, and she felt warm arousal flood between her legs. Standing, she held onto the back of the chair for support. Already, her knees were weak from excitement. Felt like a newborn deer as she trotted across the restaurant. No one knew what she was about to do except the one man who had told her to do it, watching her, like a wolf in the forest.
In the bathroom, Heather worked quickly to accomplish her task. Slipping her underwear off, she dreaded to look at the mess he had caused. They were soaked. The entire gusset was a darker shade of black compared to the rest of the garment. Heather balled them up in her fist and flattened the hem of her dress against her thighs.
"I could make him wait," Heather thought. She imagined touching herself, coming out of the bathroom with rosy cheeks and a smile on her lips. The satisfaction wouldn't have been due to her own release, but rather at the thought of defying Richard without him being able to do a damn thing about it. Maybe she would take pictures and send them. Or, better yet, FaceTime him her whole performance. She imagined him just having to sit there, aroused, semi-erect, but keeping his passions under control. Heather giggled at the thought.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from Richard.
"If you touch yourself now, you WILL NOT cum tonight". Heather's smile broadened into a wild grin.
"He knows me far too well".
Traipsing back through the restaurant, she locked eyes with her man. A wry smirk grew from his lips. His eyes narrowed, content that she had followed instructions. Heather almost purred at the way he devoured her with that look.
Holding out his hand to take hers in an almost gentlemanly show, Heather slipped her marked panties into his palm. The couple turned towards the exit. Heather exchanged sides, allowing Richard to act like he was scratching his nose, before dipping his hand into his pocket.
She knew just how much he enjoyed her scent.
"Where's the Uber?" Heather asked as they stepped onto Main Street. Her arm was tucked into the crook of his, and they stood as the very picture of a romantic couple framed by the setting sun. People milled around them, wandering from shops closing for the evening and into bars and restaurants. Despite the hubbub, Heather felt as if no one else existed, apart from Richard.
"There isn't an Uber." He said, "It's a beautiful evening and we are going for a walk through the park."
Stepping off with his left foot, Richard's momentum pulled Heather softly into following him.
"Richard, there's a chill in the air," Heather complained. She heard the needy whine in her throat, and thought it would expedite the application of warm, hard, cock to her cooling netherregion. He marched on, unswayed by her protest. She followed, feeling tiny waves of disappointment echo inside her. She decided that it was unfair that he had first denied her release and then decided she needed to cool off. Richard would have to be punished for this betrayal when they got home.
A hickey sounded like a good idea. A bright red mark just where the collar of his work shirt would sit. Something embarrassing that he would have to hide for days. Giving Richard a love bite would also come with the added benefit of annoying him, and it had been too long since he had called her a cunt while they fucked.
Richard slid her another side-long glance, and Heather wasn't entirely sure that he couldn't read her mind.
"I know. It's also a bit breezy out. It would be a terrible shame if your dress was lifted up."
Heather forgot all about her plan and cuddled into Richard as he paraded her through the park.
Cold fingers on the wind snatched at the hem of her dress. She could feel the fabric riding high and falling against her thighs as they walked. The sensation of the dress against her skin, coupled with the sheer risk of exposure, made Heather giddy. So giddy that she was almost dripping at the thought of Richard taking her over a fallen tree. She would have been proud to have walked the entire way home with his cum glistening on her inner thighs.
"God, I want you to break me when we get home," Heather said, unable to contain herself any longer.
"Behave yourself," chuckled Richard. It was a deep, resonant sound that filled the evening with his warmth. "I'm ordering the Uber now."
"No," Heather snapped. "I have been well behaved all fucking evening. You are going to stretch my holes to the shape of your cock and fuck me into a mindless sopping mess. Do you understand me, mister?"
Two joggers glided past as she spoke. Heather was convinced they overheard some of what she said by the way their conversation died down. She no longer cared who knew about her slutty pleasures. She wanted dick, and she wanted it now.
The Uber ride home was an exercise in frustration. Unlike the ride down, Richard did not speak to the driver. He just sat there, stinking of cologne and man. Heather could feel the warmth of his body, thick and palpable, in the back of the car. His hand rested on her thigh, softly brushing a nail against the inside of her leg. Lightning cracks of pleasure shot through Heather with each stroke. The rumbling engine added a deep, bassy, thrum to the orchestra of her arousal.
"Why. The. Fuck. Didn't. This. Cunt. Order. A. Tesla?"
Without the sound of Richard's voice to focus on, Heather could feel her frustration rising. She tried to focus on something, anything, to stop her from digging nails into her own leg. The only thing worth focusing on was the feeling of her wetness as she jiggled in the seat. Then, the thought came unbidden.
"Can he smell me?"
Was Richard sitting there basking in her scent as much as she was enjoying his? Could it be that his silence was because the primal horny pheromones in the back of the car had brought him as much to the edge as she was? She thought about the pair of them, sitting there, like a sexual tinderbox ready to ignite. One wrong word, one misplaced touch, risked seeing them abandon all humility and rut like beasts.
He would do it.
She would too.
The only thing that stopped them was that neither wanted to be the first to break.
Stepping from the Uber, Richard and Heather ran to their front door. The keys in Richard's trembling hand missed the lock's slit twice before he finally rammed it home. The door flew open and the pair were upon each other before they stepped over the threshold. Richard kicked the door closed as Heather tore his shirt open and sank her teeth into his chest.
The growl that came from Richard's throat would have been terrifying, but Heather was so completely occupied by the moment that she did not care. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her off him. The sudden tightness from his powerful hands choked the sensation from her legs, and she almost stumbled. But she didn't. Holding her up, Richard pinned Heather against the wall with a thud. Artwork shook on hooks at the force of their passion.
Richard was power set free. Heather was yearning to be unleashed. The pair was a flurry of hands, nails, and teeth as they played their passion out upon one another.
Torn clothes fell from them as useless rags as Heather and Richard fucked their way to the bedroom. Kicking the door almost off the hinges, Richard dragged Heather by her hair and threw her on the bed. She landed face down, panting heavily as the boundary between pain and pleasure eroded. She tried to push herself up onto her knees so that Richard could examine his prize.
He did not give her the chance.
Entering her with the full force of his frustration, his cock reset Heather's mind. For a moment, the world stopped. She could not breathe, could not think, could not even attempt the guttural howl she had planned for. Suddenly, all sensation came crashing back to reality, and she was overwhelmed by the feeling of him. Inside her, Richard stoked the fire of her orgasm. On top of her, his weight bore her down and claimed her.
She thrashed and raged against him, using him to work her climax. There were no words exchanged between them, only the sounds ripping from their throats complemented by the wet smack of skin on skin. They fucked at a pace which optimised the brutality of their passion, with each deep stroke building to the crescendo. Heather came in a violent fit of shaking and screaming, soaking the sheets with her release.
She sobbed once as Richard pulled out, her senses heightened to a point of almost being numb. Heather tried to catch her breath, but Richard denied her that pleasure. His cock plunged into her ass, deep and unrelenting. Heather threw her head back with the pain, loving every inch of it. A desperate wail bubbled up from her chest, but Richard stifled it with three fingers down her throat. She cried and she gagged as Richard worked her through the suffering to reach the enjoyment of simply being used.
Richard roared with bestial intensity and his thick cock swelled to a monstrous size as he came. With each wracking shudder, he pumped more of himself into Heather and she greedily ate it up. His strength waning, Richard detached himself from her, and flopped on the bed by her side. They lay there together for a long while, neither of them capable of much more than panting, breathing in the aroma of their debauchery.
Helen laughed first, then Richard, as the two of them embraced each other.
"What got into you tonight?" Helen asked, resting her head on his sweaty chest.
"I have no idea," he said, "I guess I was just hungry."
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A Policewoman's Reward
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-policewomans-reward
| 4.77 | null |
Lesbian Sex
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"Finally!" I sighed wearily. "I'm finally off of the dammed night shift!"
"You and me both," said Joey with an equally relieved sigh. "Grover has taken us off shit detail."
"Everyone gets their fair share of easy and hard shifts," I said. "But we must have pissed him off somehow because he gave us six fucking weeks of it!" I shook undid my flaming red hair and shook it free.
"I don't know Ellie," said Joey. My partner was unbuttoning his jacket already. "Maybe he was in a vindictive mood when he made the schedules that day."
We parted and went into the men's and women's changing rooms. My name is Ellie Carlyle and I'm a police officer in the infamous New York City. Since the last time we talked, I've been on night shift for, as I mentioned above, six fucking weeks! I had known that tough detail was coming but I never expected it to be that long of a stretch. Maybe Grover was trying to be equally unfair to all of us? Or maybe we just did a good job at night, I'm not sure. But it's sucked so bad, sleeping all day and being up all night. And let me tell you something about this job and this city.
New York City at night is like the craziest acid trip you have ever been on. When the sun goes down, the stupidity levels are turned up to eleven. I have had to respond to drunken streakers, domestic disputes, old ladies complaining about their neighbors watching TV to damn loud, you fucking name it. I'm so happy I'm finally off of the dammed night shift. New York City truly is the city that never sleeps.
Joey Robertson is my partner and he feels the same way. My police patrol partner mind you, not my 'partner' partner. I don't date within the same precinct. It leads to nothing but problems. No matter how many police procedural dramas do it. I know I've said that before, but I feel the need to reiterate it because every time I talk to family I'm asked if I've found someone at work. My mother loves to ask me this. Yeah, sure ma. I got close to someone while we're out dealing with the garbage of society. Really encourages romantic contact.
Oh I've been on this shift too long. I'm bitching like some hag! I mentally shut my mind off from all the complaining I can't do around the precinct without it getting back to Grover. If Grover finds out you're complaining about his detail, he will assign you worse detail. He's funny like that.
I'm a fiery red haired, green eyed, tall, pale, big boobed thirty year old who's been a cop for a few years now. I put on my normal clothes and put my uniform in my locker. The other girls here changing are mostly coming in for the day. "You okay Ellie?" one of them asks me. Her name is Jenny Ricks and we've talked in passing before.
"End of night shift season for me," I said.
"Oh fuck," said Stacey Madison, another cop coming on for her shift. "That means someone else is due!"
"We all get our turn," I said.
"Grover is a sadist," said Stacey.
"Keep that up and you'll be on night shift for sure. Grover has ways of hearing griping," I said. "And Karma is a bigger bitch than any of us!" They all laughed and finished changing. As per usual, I kept my eyes to myself.
I like men and women in equal measure. Though I find myself liking women more and more. But nobody else at the precinct knew I swung both ways. I already endured the redhead stereotypes. I didn't want to add the 'hot lesbo cop' stereotypes to my list of problems. Never mind not wanting to weird the other girls out. So my 'no fraternization at work' policy extended to both sexes. Despite how hot some of them were. Stacey's a pretty blonde thing and Jenny has the short, petite brunette look. Me, being the tall redhead with a rack that makes pornstars jealous, I kind of have an effect of other's self esteem. Which is why I get razzed for it.
I put on my leather jacket (another stereotype I know) and my jeans, waving goodbye to the other girls, and headed for the doors of the precinct. Joey's chatting with some of the guys so he just gives me a wave. I wave back. But I hear a door open and "Carlyle!" barked at me.
Vincent Grover. Our sergeant. He's a balding heavyset man, about forty seven now, and had been on the NYPD since the 1990's. He had been a rookie during the crack cocaine days and had seen some hard times. He'd been among those that hit Ground Zero during 9/11 before the towers came down. Grover was tough, fair, suffered no fools, brooked no bullshit, and made sure everyone had their fair share of easy and miserable detail.
I wondered what he wanted with me? I sighed and went to his office and closed the door. "Sir?" I asked him.
"You're just coming off of night shift?" he asked.
I knew he knew the answer to that already. But being a smart-ass to him was a bad idea. "Yes sir. Robertson and I turned our last report in a short while ago."
"I've read them," he said. He was married with two kids who were now teenagers, and his desk was adorned with pictures of them, a boy and a girl, and his wife Nicole, whom I'd seen in passing when she came in to badger him about taking it easy. Grover was old school, work until you drop dead, turn in your papers if you can't hack in anymore kind of officer. Most of us expected him to work until mandatory retirement. "You and Robertson have done good work," he continued.
"Thank you sir."
"I'm sorry to have to say this but soon I'm going to split you two up," he said. I kept any dismay from my face. Another thing Grover liked to do was break partners up, ensuring everyone got to work with everyone and all the veterans worked with the rookies. I couldn't fault his principle but it did sometimes mean you were just jelling with a partner before you got switched to having a completely new one.
"I understand sir," was all I said.
"I've also noted that you are overdue for a vacation," said Grover. "You haven't taken one since joining the precinct."
"I've been absorbed by work," I said.
"Well, you've just come off of six weeks of night shifts. So I'm insisting you take one. It's Monday so you can start today and come back next Tuesday."
This was amazing news! I told you Grover was fair! "Thank you sir!" I said. "But don't I have to put in for one?"
"I took the liberty of doing it for you," he said holding up a form. "All you have to do is sign it. And, well, I have a favor to ask you."
That caught me by surprise. Grover wasn't known to ask for favors. He expected you to do what was asked and outright ordered you to do so if he felt you were hesitating. So this wasn't anything official. "What is it, sir?" I asked.
"It's my Courtney," he said. Courtney was his oldest child, having turned eighteen about six months ago I think. "Courtney is, well, she's a teenage girl and going through the motions. Now she refuses to do anything I say because quote 'I'm a legal adult now, you can shove your chores up your fat ass, old man!' unquote."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like teenage girls with policemen fathers. What is it you need from me though?"
"Her school is setting up a sort of career day style program where they spend a week following someone around, doing whatever job they do. Courtney, who knows I do that her mother does not want her to have any ambitions of being a cop, has requested police duty."
I was confused. "Doesn't that sort of thing require her to be with a, you know, active officer, sir? I'm about to go on vacation."
"Carlyle, you are something of a poster child for a strong, professional woman serving a police officer," he said. "To say nothing of the fact that you manage to look like a super model even in uniform." I blushed a little at that. "I want Courtney to ride with you on easy detail for a week. If you do that for me, I will extend this vacation to two weeks," he winked at me.
Now I understood. Cops usually have this thing they do with their kids called 'scared straight' where they take their kids at whatever age and have them view the absolute worst results of things like drugs, domestic abuse, alcoholism, and so on. He wanted me to take Courtney around and show her the world while keeping her safe. I really didn't want to babysit a bratty eighteen year old who was undoubtedly going to be as much fun as bratty teenage girls usually are. But an extra week's vacation after six weeks of shit detail was tough to refuse. "I can do that sir. But not today. I need to go home and sleep," I said.
"Tomorrow will be fine," he said. "And thank you Carlyle."
"You're welcome sir," I said. He dismissed me and I gratefully escaped into the glorious sun.
Spring was coming to New York City. Which naturally meant it was still winter-like at night while the days saw the weather warm and everything that wasn't concrete turned to mud. I usually walk to a train station but I'm too tired after last night, so I hailed a cab to take me home. As a rode home, my mind realized that my extended night shifts suddenly made sense. Grover wanted me to be grateful so I'd babysit his apparently bitchy daughter. And most cops would jump at the chance of a two week vacation! I was going to have to keep that to myself. Others might get jealous.
I got out of the cab, then began walked up all the stairs to my apartment. I'm in such good shape because I almost always walk everywhere I go (excluding times like this when I'm about to drop dead from exhaustion) and I climbed the stairs slowly and made it to my door. As I went for my key, the door opposite opened.
"Hi Ellie!" said my neighbor Danielle Smith, who was usually called Dani.
She was also the last sex I'd managed to have before shit detail began.
Danielle was a college student, rooming with several other college students to save money. Months ago when she'd moved in, I'd had some thought that the pretty little blonde hottie next door was into women. She was from small town America, come to the big city for the first time, studying in college to try and make good and all that. I'd once saved her from freezing when she'd accidentally locked herself out of her own apartment in naught but her underwear and shirt. I'd invited her in so she could stay warm and enjoyed the view of her pert young body. I'd fantasized a bit about it afterwards.
After that, on a rare Saturday off, I'd run into her again and, after noticing the looks she gave me, decided to test the waters. She'd given all the signs of a young girl realizing she was into her own sex. I'd seen it before. So I'd gently coaxed it out of her, never rushing, never pushing, never being overly bold but being confident enough with just the right amount of flirtation and come-hither in my actions and words.
And it had worked.
The memory stirred me a bit, exhausted though I was. This little hottie was a quick learner and our one and only encounter had been a steamy one. I'd told her she could come over any time she wanted. She hadn't hit me up on that, to my disappointment, but I had to remind myself that she was new to all this too. It did take time to get used to. Especially when you're from a rural small town like Danielle is. Plus me getting a month and a half of night shifts had put us on opposite times. When I got home, Danielle was leaving for class. When I left, she was either working or studying. Mind you, if she'd have knocked on my door and asked if I wanted company, I'd have gladly brought her to my bed. But she hadn't.
"Ellie?" she asked me.
I started as I realized I hadn't responded. "Sorry Dani, I am a bit fried. I've finally gotten off the night shift."
"That's good," she said. She was wearing her school clothes. I wanted nothing more than to shove my hand down the front of her jeans but I was too tired to be so demanding. Besides, it might scare her. "So you're going to be home at normal times?" she asked.
That was a promising question. "Yes," I said. "I get a vacation coming up soon."
"You deserve it," she said. Then she glanced at her phone before looking back at me. "Well, I have to go catch my bus to get to class. Talk soon Ellie!" she waved at me before walking off.
"Hopefully more than talk," I said after she was gone. Then I went into my apartment and locked the door behind me. The shitty part about working nights is that I want nothing more than to go to sleep right now but if I do that, my night sleeping schedule won't break. And I need it to break if I'm going to get back to normal. Besides, tomorrow I have to begin babysitting detail for Grover's bratty girl. So I made a strong cup of coffee to wake my ass back up. Then after that I got on my treadmill and ran until I was about to fall over. Then I took a hot shower, made another cup of coffee, then went to my room to get clean clothes. As I opened my dresser, there was the dildo I kept and had last used when I'd hooked up with Danielle.
"Oh fuck," I said as it all came back to me and I instantly was soaked. And not from the shower! I grabbed the toy and jumped on my bed, remembering Danielle with me, hot hot she was, how well she'd eaten my pussy and sucked my boobs, how I'd rocked her world by showing her how women pleasured each other. My nipples were stiff and after rubbing my pussy while sucking on the dildo, I plunged into myself.
I could tell it wasn't going to take long. I was pent up after six weeks of night shifts and being so tired I couldn't even summon the energy to masturbate. I fucked myself good with my toy, moaning Dani's name, squeezing my own big tits with my free hand. I did this until I screamed into my pillow with a much-needed orgasm.
Then, before I could fall asleep and blow my whole plan of getting my sleep schedule back on track, I got up, cleaned my toy, put it away, got dressed, and forced myself to go out to get some pizza at my favorite place. Between the coffee and the orgasm, I was filled with energy and relief, so I kept the sleepy at bay until night time. The only thing that would have kept me up was if Danielle had knocked on my door. But she didn't. So I finally went to sleep and slept like the dead.
The next morning I went to the precinct and went inside. I changed into my uniform and then was summoned to Grover's office.
"She'll be here soon," he said to me. I mentally groaned as I was hoping he had reconsidered the whole plan. But no such luck. "Take no shit from her," he said to me. "She will test you."
"Having a cop for a dad must make her anti-authoritarian," I said.
"Between that and her teenage crap, she is troublesome," said Grover. "So take none of her shit. Especially if she thinks she can since I'm her dad and therefore your boss."
I nodded. I went out to the parking lot and waited by my cruiser today. She wasn't here yet, so I did the usual check of my car to make sure everything was all in top shape. I also turned the dashboard camera on. A heard a door open and close and looked up.
Grover was standing in the door way of the precinct parking lot as a girl walked up to me. This was Courtney Grover. And she looked like absolute trouble. Short black hair, fake tattoos, a denim skirt that was shorter than any father would ever want his daughter to wear. She had a leather jacket of her own, an Alice In Chains T-shirt, high heels, stockings, a purse over her shoulder, black eyeliner. Every inch of her told me she had a bad attitude. Even the way she walked told me she was nothing but attitude. "You're who I'm stuck with?" she asked me as she walked up to me in front of the hood of the cruiser. She'd be hot if it wasn't so obvious she was a righteous bitch.
"Yes," I said. Grover was watching but not reacting.
"So," said Courtney in that bitchy 'I'm-always-right' tone that is so deplorable. "Here's how it's gonna go," she declared. "I'm riding shotgun. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want," she lit a cigarette as she talked and blew the smoke in my face. "And this," she held up her phone. "Will be recording every single thing you do. You fuck with me bitch, and I'll post it and end your fucking career. I'm the boss and you're a cunt that'll do what I say. Clear?" She stepped close and shoved me, with a defiant look on her face.
Never in a million years did I expect the daughter of Grover to act like that, no matter what he said. But now I understood what Grover meant. There was no reaction from him at all. So the ball's in my court? Fine. And for those of you who know me you know I tolerate no one ever calling me a cunt. No matter who they are.
I smiled at her bitchy face, then seized the cigarette holding arm and slammed her down onto the hood of my cruiser, promptly putting it in a hammerlock. She screamed in pain. Still no reaction from Grover. So I spoke to her now.
"Listen here, you fucking little brat," I snarled. "You just walked up to a cop and shoved her. My dash cam caught all of it! That's assaulting a police officer! I can cuff your bitchy whiny ass right now and throw you in lockup! And the fact that daddy over there isn't lifting a finger tells me he'll let you sit there!" Courtney looked at Grover, who didn't react. "Exactly," I snarled again. "Now, here's how it's really going to go. You will not smoke in my car or around me!" I snatched the cigarette and threw it away. "You will not record, photograph, tweet, text, Facebook, Intsagram, Blue Skye, or what fucking ever else there is with this phone while in my cruiser!" I took her phone and pocketed it. "And if you fuck with me again, I WILL throw your ass in lockup! You understand me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said in a panicked voice.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
I let go and let her up. As she glared at me now I glared back. "First rule of being tough honey. Don't talk tough if you cant back it up. Now get in the car and be thankful it's not the backseat!" She sent Grover a glare but got in the car, slamming the door.
"Two weeks!" I said to Grover. "Or it's over today!"
Grover sighed. "I agree. I never thought she'd go like that."
"It's her alpha dominance bullshit. Seen it before from boys and girls. I'll take care of her. Or you'll find her in lockup." He nodded and I got in the car and drove out.
It was another two hours and three traffic tickets I handed out before she spoke to me again. "I'm sorry," she said.
"Apology accepted," I said. "But my promise to lock you up stands."
"I know," said Courtney sulkily.
"Why did you want this?" I asked her as we sat in traffic.
"Because I knew it'd piss my mother off. The only thing she hates more than how I dress is the thought of me being a cop."
"I'd ask why that's so important but I remember being a teenager, when pissing off my parents was something I cared about." I sighed.
"You don't know what I go through," she said.
"Then tell me please. Help me understand."
"What did my dad tell you?"
"Grover only told me that you are being difficult and he doesn't know why."
"He thinks I'm being difficult because I don't want to go to fucking college!" she said irritably. "My mother doesn't want me to be a cop. And I don't want to be one either! No offense."
"None taken. It's not for everyone. Why don't you want to go to college?"
"I hate school I dropped out of the fancy Catholic private school the tried to put me in. The dress codes were awful. I'm not religious whatsoever and I like sex. So naturally that is a problem for them."
"Understandable," I said as we got through the red light. "Let me guess, your dad doesn't like you having sex either?"
"He's a Irish practicing Catholic. What do you think?" she actually laughed and was starting to sound less bitchy. That was nice.
"I can imagine," I said.
"I don't know what I want to do with my life," she said. "I really don't. And they want me to decide now. They don't want me to spend a year or two deciding. Never mind the fact that I just don't know and all I want is time to decide."
"I get it," I said. "I was going to be a soccer player before an ACL injury ended my athletic career. Then I chose being a cop."
"You're way too hot to be a athlete," she said.
I laughed loudly. "Thanks. But the point is, you just don't know and they won't give you time to decide?"
"Yes."
"So your answer is to do everything they don't want, don't like, and defy them? Like smoking?"
She actually looked away. "That's a new thing."
"Listen, do yourself a favor and drop that. It'll be better for your health. Mad at your parents or not, don't pick up a habit that could kill you."
She looked away and rode in silence for a while. I pulled over someone who ran a red light, then assisted someone else who was chasing a purse snatcher. After that, we went and got lunch at a nearby diner.
"You took that purse snatcher down hard," said Courtney.
I was eating a huge double cheeseburger and paused to swallow so I could reply. "Doing my job. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't care much that his face hit the sidewalk when I took him down. Stealing the purse of some eighty year old woman? Fuck that guy."
"Yeah," she said. She watched me eat. She'd declined any offer for food despite me saying I'd pay. "You must have to work out a lot if you eat that stuff," she said now.
"Every day," I said. "I love to eat garbage. So I have to work out a lot or I'll look like garbage. You look like you barely eat."
"I do eat," said Courtney. "I just don't gain weight. I've got one of those metabolisms that makes me look anorexic. Which I'm not."
"Lucky you," I said. "Lots would kill to never gain weight."
"It has it's downsides," she countered. "Like always looking anorexic. Everyone telling you to eat a cheeseburger. Looking rail thin always. Looking like you can be broken if someone breathes on you hard enough. Not having any tits," she grumbled at the last words. She was indeed pretty flat chested. B-cup at the best.
"Big boobs have their downside too," I countered back. "Boob sweat is no joke in the summer." I laughed. She laughed too. I finished my food and we got back in the cruiser.
By the end of the day, she was actually talking to me without any attitude or bitchy-ness. I got back to the precinct at the end of my shift and said goodbye to her. I reported to Grover, and told him to to lose it on her over the shoving me thing, which would destroy every ounce of progress I'd made on this day. Then I went home.
Sadly Danielle wasn't home, which disappointed me a bit. After the fantasy I'd cum to the other day, I'd been hoping she would be home. But no matter. I was happy that Courtney was (so far) coming around. She had the hot mess look that suited her well. Little hottie.........
Wait a minute! Am I thinking of Grover's daughter like that? Drop that line of thought right now Carlyle! Grover will hang your big titted hide from his office door! He's a devout Catholic by the words of his daughter, so that would most certainly not be welcome! I focused more and Dani and eventually drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next day and reported to the precinct once more. This time Courtney greeted me with much less attitude. Which made her more appealing. I hate bitchy girl attitudes, they are so unattractive. Today was much quieter.
The following day, Grover called me into his office and asked me what I had learned. I told him what I believed to be the truth. That she was rebelling against his and his wife's strictness regarding her behavior and the pressure they put on her. She wanted to find out who she was. Not who they wanted her to be. That was why she had seemingly turned her back on the bible, dressed like the angriest emo teen ever, and carried herself with a bitchy attitude that belonged on some MTV reality TV show. I explained (delicately since Grover is still my boss) that his strict Catholic ways and book-no-bullshit cop attitude did not give him the required sensitivity to be understanding regarding a daughter that had just ascended to womanhood legally and was now required to be one without knowing how. To say nothing of the unfair pressures put on young girls in the scrutinized modern world.
Grover seemed to hear me and promised to consider my words. In fact, the next day Courtney told me that they, her parents, had sat her down and explained that they realized they were being too harsh with their expectations and were going to try and let her discover it. All the asked was her to stop smoking.
This continued for two more days. Friday, which was today, was the last day of it. Try as I might, this little hottie had come to me in some fantasies that I'd forced myself not to masturbate to. I was not crossing that line with the boss's daughter. Whether she was borderline wayward or not.
Grover had reported to me that she was acting much better and less like a whiny rebel. He thanked me for helping him and his wife understand what Courtney was feeling. He told me that the things I had told him about the source of her frustration were truly surprising. He genuinely didn't realize he was stressing her by forcing her to try and choose now. Now he was backing off and it was working for all of them.
We were currently riding in my car, just after finishing a chase of someone who had stolen a car. She thought that was thrilling, of course. I had my teeth gritted as I chased a perp with a civilian in my cruiser. I had to let others take the lead. I stopped us at another diner. She had started to eat with me as well, which was nice. She was currently in the bathroom and I looked up when I sensed someone beside me.
It was Danielle. "Hi Ellie! Oops, I mean Officer Carlyle," she said with a smirk,
I hadn't thought about this little hottie in a while. Probably because of Courtney. "Hi Danielle," I said.
She sat down. "Sorry I haven't been back around. School is rough and my job had me pick up more hours."
"No worries," I said.
"How have you been?" asked Danielle.
"Good enough," I replied. "You know how it is with my job. Soon I'll have a vacation though."
"Good. You deserve it!"
"Thanks Dani. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?"
"I only had one class today. So I came out here to meet some friends, who are running extremely late. I'm sorry I haven't been, you know, around."
I knew what she meant now. Around to hook up. "Anytime," I said making eyes at her.
She suddenly leaned across the table and kissed me hotly. Before I could stop myself, I was making out with her with passion. But then I heard a voice say "um," and we broke apart. Courtney was back. She looked wide eyed to have found me making out with a girl not much older than she was. Oh fucking hell, this was all I needed!
"Sorry," said Danielle. She seemed to sense what I was thinking and got up. "Talk soon," she said before walking off.
My face must be as red as my hair. It certainly felt it. Courtney sat down. "Who was that?"
I shook my head vigorously. I was not having this discussion right now. She seemed to take the hint and didn't ask again. I paid for our lunches and we got back in my cruiser and went back out. It was almost two hours later before she spoke again. "I'm sorry I, uh, interrupted that."
"It's okay," I said, mentally forcing myself not to turn red again. "I wasn't expecting it either."
"Me to come back? Or her to kiss you?"
"The latter." Courtney fell silent for a bit. Finally I looked over at her. "Ask if you want to. I don't hide things."
"I mean, it's not my place," she said. "I don't have any right to ask you anything about your life."
"All I've done is ask you about yours," I said.
"True. But you were trying to steer me straight for my dad. So it was kind of your job."
"Courtney, you can ask. I know you want to."
"Are you into girls?" she finally asked somewhat nervously.
"Yes. To answer the next question no, your dad does not know. Nor does anyone at my precinct."
"Why not?" she asked.
I sighed. "Because of awkwardness, stereotypes, and general bullshit that I just don't want to put up with. I do still like men for the record. I swing both ways."
"Okay," she said. She didn't look awkward or repulsed, so that was nice. Regardless of her recent rebellious nature, she was a Catholic girl, so one could never tell what the reaction was going to be regarding homosexuality. Some thumped the bible and said it was wrong and evil and all the other ignorant things that highly religious people say about such subjects. Others were more moderate. Sorry if it sounds like I'm knocking religion, I'm not. There's an old saying that no soldier is a non-believer. Same goes for most cops.
"Has it never come up?" she now asked.
"I've never let onto it at work for the same reasons. So no," I said.
"You're like something out of a movie," said Courtney. "Tall, redheaded, athletic, big tittied, a cop, proudly bisexual."
"Don't hold me up as some icon of perfection," I said. "I'm not perfect. I'm me. That's all I want to be."
That quieted her for a little while. So much so that I looked at her while at a red light, and spoke again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you there."
"You didn't. Honestly, it's kind of hot," she said with a new and entirely too sexy look.
Oh this could not be happening! Was my boss's daughter developing a crush on me? This was drama I did not need. Grover wanted me to steer her straight. This was most certainly not straight laced.
"Sorry," she said. She must have read my face.
"It's okay," I said. I didn't want to hurt her feelings either. "You're pretty hot too," I added, then wanted to bite my tongue off. Her face lit up a bit and I realized I was failing miserably at gently letting her down. But I couldn't help it. This little hot mess looking hottie was hot to me.
"Thanks," said Courtney. Fortunately I got a call at that moment and had to focus on other things.
The day ended and as I parked the cruiser, I said. "Well Courtney, this is our last day riding together. When we started, you were as bitchy to me as can be and actually had the audacity to shove me. But now, you're doing better."
"You helped a lot," said Courtney. "Helped me understand my dad. Helped my mom and dad understand me. Even helped me begin to understand myself. Thank you for that!" She hugged me. She was thin to feel but still soft and wonderful. No, no, don't think like that! I hugged her back and gently let go. She understood and went inside. I took a deep breath, mentally getting my dammed hormones under control, and went inside too. I changed in the changing room and was about to leave when I was called to Grover's office once more.
He was smiling. Courtney was not here, so that was good. "Carlyle, you did better than I ever dreamed. So thank you!"
"No problem sir. Is my vacation on?"
"Starts tomorrow! Two weeks!"
Oh it was all worth it! Two whole weeks off! I couldn't help but smile widely and bid my boss farewell. I got some rather jealous looks from my colleges. Obviously my vacation had been spread around and they likely had guessed as to why. But I held my head high and dared any of them to complain. They didn't. They all knew Grover tolerated no bitching. You got what you worked hard for.
So I went home gladly. Two whole weeks! I'd have to go visit my parents for a few days or so. They lived upstate. I went out to my favorite pizza place, ordered a whole pizza to enjoy, went home and ate half of it. This is well earned and no, I'm not going to kill myself working out to work this off. I deserve this guilt free pie for managing my boss's daughter for a week.
And mastering the fact that the little hottie made me wet.
I went to bed early and slept late. After getting up, taking a morning shower, and eating cold pizza for breakfast I was about to call my parents when there was a knock at my door. I checked it through the peep hole.
It was Danielle.
I opened the door rather eagerly. "Morning," I said.
"Morning," she replied. "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to get you in any trouble with-"
"You didn't," I said cutting her off. "Don't worry."
"Can I ask who she was?"
"My boss's daughter. He wanted me to straighten her attitude out. I succeeded."
"I'm sure you did," said Danielle. She looked relieved. "I was afraid I'd screwed something up for you."
"You didn't. So don't worry."
Danielle smiled. "You home today?"
"My vacation begins today!" I proclaimed.
"How about beginning it with me?" she rather shyly asked.
Oh yes, God yes! "Come here you little sexy thing!" I sexily ordered. She came to me willingly and our lips met, resuming the making out that had been interrupted yesterday. I closed the door with my free hand as our tongues met. My hands were all over her hot little ass. She moaned into my mouth and her hands slipped under my shirt to find my big boobs. Yes!
"Oh Dani," I moaned loudly as her fingers rubbed my erect nipples.
"I've missed you," she whispered.
"I've missed you too!" I said. Then we resumed kissing, even harder now. I spanked her ass a few times as she lifted my shirt and let my big tits out. She broke the kiss to go down and take one nipple into her mouth. I leaned back and let her have it. It felt so good. "Yes Dani, oh they missed you!"
"I missed them!" she said switching to the other nipple. Her hands were now on my ass as she sucked my tits. I moaned loudly, achingly wet and horny for her. All my pent up missing her and attraction to Courtney had been building up this week. I was just about to pull her from them and start taking her clothes off when there was a knock at my door. I ignored it but it kept coming. "Really?" asked Danielle rather irritably.
"I'd better get it. In case it's the building manager or something actually important," I said. Dani stepped back from me. I pulled my shirt back down and grabbed my nearby jacket to hide my erect nipples, then checked who it was through the peep hole.
It was Courtney.
What the hell? How did she get may address? I did not tell her where I lived in our week together. I motioned for Danielle to be quiet and opened the door. "Courtney?" I asked somewhat incredulously.
She noted my tone and looked worried. "I'm sorry to just show up."
I forced down my irritation at having my planned sex with Dani interrupted and smiled. "It's okay. You just surprised me is all. I don't think I ever mentioned where I lived. In fact, I know I didn't. I purposefully don't mention that to people unless I trust them. How did you find me? My address is not on whatever social media I have."
"My dad's home office," Courtney rather guiltily admitted. "He has a note pad in his desk that contains the where and how to reach each officer under his command, in case of emergency."
That did sound like Grover. I forced myself not to sigh in irritation. "That's technically theft of personal information, you know." I said in a warning tone.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "But I wanted to talk to you and I didn't know your number."
Oh dear lord, she really was crushing on me! "What about did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Can I come in?" she asked in return.
That was not a good idea. I really didn't want to deal with hurt feelings. From either of them. "Now's not the best time, Courtney. Can we meet for lunch another day or something? Give me your number and I'll let you know."
Courtney did look disappointed but she gave me her number. "Sorry to barge in."
"It's okay. Just next time ask."
"I couldn't ask my dad. He'd want to know why."
"Why's that a problem?" I asked her. I knew the answer but I had to be gentle. Like Dani months ago, girls who were coming to grips on being attracted to their own gender needed to be gently handled so as not to injure or scare them. And that was even more true with girls from religious upbringings like Courtney.
"Well it's-"
"Are you coming back?" Danielle asked me in a irritated tone.
I mentally cursed. Courtney froze and comprehension dawned on her face as she realized why I was putting off talking with her. Her face became stony. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I seem to be interrupting something."
"It's not a big deal," I said loudly to both of them.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," said Courtney.
"Finally!" said Danielle's voice as Courtney was leaving.
Courtney's bitchy attitude rocketed back to the surface at once and she called loudly. "Fuck you!"
"Fuck you!" said Danielle coming to my side.
"Hey!" I said in my officer's voice. They both stopped. "Drop that bitchy girl crap right now! Courtney, I promise I will talk to you tomorrow. At Sal's Diner. Okay?"
She nodded, not looking less pissed but not arguing. "Sorry for interrupting," she said again stiffly. She left.
I closed the door and rounded on Danielle. "What the hell was that?"
"I'm sorry," said Danielle holding up her hands. "I was getting mad that she wouldn't go away. I'm all worked up."
"Me too," I said. "Trust me on that. But getting bitchy was not the answer."
"What is with her?" she asked me.
I sighed. "I'm pretty sure she developed a crush on me in the week I was setting her straight. So I was trying to be gentle. It's her first girl crush."
Danielle looked worried suddenly. "Oh man. I feel like a bitch now."
"You kind of were. I understand why. For the future, if I decide to deal with someone, let ME deal with it, okay? I had almost gotten her to go and then we could have gotten back to it and she never would have known. Now she's mad and my mood is dead."
Danielle looked upset at that. "I'm sorry. I'll go. Please tell her I want to apologize to her!" I nodded at her words. She made for my door. I let her go. Once I was alone I groaned loudly.
God damn it!
I hate drama!
I suppose this is what I get for being into younger girls. Danielle may be twenty-one but she is still a young girl with a young girl's jealousies and touchiness. Courtney is eighteen and dealing with lots of stresses and new feelings, so it was even worse with her.
I had never intended to be attracted to Courtney. But damn it, I was. So I had to deal with this. I spent the rest of my day out of my apartment, walking, thinking, working out even though I hadn't planned on it. Working out cleared my mind. I did not hear from Danielle for the rest of the day, which was probably for the best. Before bed, I texted Courtney to ask her if she still wanted to meet at Sal's. She texted back yes. So I went to bed, mentally telling myself I would set all of this straight.
I arrived at Sal's the next day. She was already there. I went right to her and sat down. "Hey Courtney."
"I'm sorry about yesterday," she said to me.
I waved her apology away. "It's not your fault. Just bad timing."
"Given her reactions and tone, I clearly interrupted something intimate," said Courtney rather timidly.
"Yes you did," I bluntly admitted. "Which was why she was pissy and I was flustered. We were both just getting into it."
"And I did the whatever the female equivalent of cock blocking," she laughed. "What would that be?"
"I don't know if it has a term that's acceptable to say in public," I said. I was glad she was laughing. So she was at ease and not acting like a wounded kid. Then I got serious. "Courtney, why did you come to my place?"
She took a while to answer. I waited patiently. Again, with the new ones you have to be gentle when they are coming to grips with their feelings. It's important for them to say the words out loud. Finally she started speaking. "Look," she began. "I'd been fighting with my dad, my mom, my teachers, half of my friends, seemingly fighting everyone in my life. Then I get wind up with you, which I only did to piss my mom off. You didn't treat me like I was six and being a misbehaving child. I think I needed that. And the more we talked.........the more.........the more I started.........to..........think that maybe, you know, maybe I was, I mean, damn it, I like you!" she finally said. Her pale face was now red from embarrassment.
I adopted a kind smile. "I understand. Let me guess; You're struggling with liking me because I'm a woman?"
"A little," she said.
"Because of your religious upbringing?"
"I told you I'm not religious anymore. I got sick of it. It wasn't feeling it. Telling my parents such righteously pissed both of them off, which did not help anything for me. Also because I like sex and I don't care to be told it's wrong to have unless you're married! I haven't been to church in months."
"But you're remembering what you were taught in Sunday school and the Catholic private school you dropped out of," I reasoned. "And it's making you feel bad, even if you no longer believe like you used to."
Courtney nodded without speaking. I reached out with my hand. She extended hers and I took it and stroked it. She seemed to immediately relax. "Look girl, as far as your religion goes, that's up to you and God. I don't think feeling how you feel is any kind of wrongness or crime. But I'm not Catholic. I'm not really anything to be honest. Have you ever thought that way about girls before?"
"No," said Courtney. "This is new. I've been with guys. Three to be exact."
"Young little ho!" I joked. She laughed again. Good, she was at ease. Keeping her at ease despite the heaviness of these topics always helped.
"I'm not that bad!" she mock-protested.
"I know. Look Courtney, I'm deeply flattered you crush on me." Courtney blushed again as I said the words aloud. "I really am!" I went on. "But not only are you very young, you are my boss's daughter. There's a whole level of difficulty there that just wouldn't be good for me. Or you."
"That other girl didn't look much older than me," she said.
I couldn't refute that. "Danielle isn't much older than you. But, to be completely honest, me and her is sex. Nothing deeper. Not that I don't like her, mind you. I do. But while they say 'age ain't nothing but a number' there's another saying that I was taught. 'Love knows no age. But maturity is a different matter'."
"You think I'm immature?" she asked looking hurt.
I stroked her hand. "A lot of your attitude, while justified in certain places, can be viewed as immature. So sadly, yes. You've come a long way in just a week of riding with me. And that's good!"
"I get it," she said. "But, you say it's just sex with her. Is that all it would be with me if that happened?"
I had to tread carefully here. "Leaving aside all the 'you are my boss's daughter' stuff I mentioned, if that were to happen, yes I think it would be mostly sex. Not that I wouldn't care about you as a person Courtney. I would. I do! But if we're talking real relationships, I think we're too different for anything deeper. Danielle and I are sort of in a unspoken agreement about that too."
"Well that doesn't sound so bad," she said looking happier.
"Don't forget-"
"I know, I'm your boss's daughter. But if he never found out?"
I sighed. "Such things rarely stay secret."
"My parents didn't know shit about what I was doing until I flaunted it in their faces to piss them off. Right now they are encouraging me to take my time and figure myself out. I guess they heard me finally," she paused to take a breath. They heard ME, I thought to myself. I'm the one who told Grover to back off a bit. But I didn't tell her that. I didn't want to destroy what was being rebuilt with her parents. "I'd be able to keep it to myself." Courtney finished. She looked animated now.
I couldn't deny how appealing that was. This little thin hottie wanted me. And I could not pretend how she was into me was not appealing. "Courtney," I began.
Now she took my hand in both of her hands. "Please? Give it a chance! I won't let Grover find out. I won't be bitchy to what's-her-name. I'll be discreet and I won't mess with your life. Please?"
I took a breath. Her pleading was earnest rather than pathetic, which was nice. Whiny girls don't appeal to me. And try as I might, I couldn't help but look her up and down as I imagined having her to myself as well. She noted that and smiled. "I think you want to," she said.
"Never said I didn't," I replied. I caved. I couldn't help it. "Okay Courtney. I'll try. But the second it becomes any kind of problem for my life, it's over."
"It won't! I swear!"
I nodded. "I'll hold you to that." I stood up. She did too. "Outside," I said. She followed me outside beside the diner. Then I pulled her thin body to me and kissed her hotly. She kissed me back with a moan and pressed her body to mine. I'd wanted to take her since the day I'd slammed her onto my cruiser's hood. I admitted that to myself now as our tongues danced. When she went to feel me up, I gently broke the kiss. "Easy now girl, we are in public."
"Can we go to your place?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes." I said. I couldn't deny how much I wanted her. She looked about to burst so I took her arm and walked with her back to my place. She felt my ass as we climbed the stairs. "Naughty girl," I softly said with a purr. We got to my door, then I stopped. "Will you apologize to Danielle? She wants to apologize to you."
"Okay," she said.
I knocked on Dani's door. She opened it and saw me, then her. "Is everything okay?" she asked in a worried voice.
"It is. Danielle, this is Courtney."
Danielle looked at her. "Hi. Hey listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday."
Courtney nodded. "I understand. I'd be pissed at being interrupted too. I'm sorry I vag-blocked you both."
We all laughed. "Dani," I said. "Courtney is going to be in a similar situation with me that you are. I'm telling you up front so there's no jealousy or drama. I do not do drama. I like you both and you are both welcome. So long as it's all good. If that's not acceptable either of you, feel free to say so and we'll end it."
"It won't bother me," vowed Danielle.
"Nor me," said Courtney with equal passion.
"Good," I said.
"I assume you're taking her to your place?" said Danielle.
"Yes," Courtney said before I could respond.
"Enjoy," said Dani.
"Dani," I said before she could close her door. A sudden idea had struck me, something that was completely beyond anything I had anticipated. But it was also something that could be possible. "Do you want to come?"
"With both of you?" she asked looking surprised.
"Yes."
"Um," she looked awkward. Courtney also looked awkward.
I reminded myself they were both so young and new to this. "Danielle, you are owed a hot time from yesterday," I said. "And Courtney needs to be taught the experience," I nodded to Courtney. "Why don't we break the ice and all go?"
"Have a threesome?" asked Courtney.
"Yes," I said. They both looked at each other, then at me. I was being completely serious. This would be an easy way to break the ice for both of them.
And fulfill a fantasy of mine. I'd never had two girls at once. My one and only threesome in college had been a boyfriend and a friend of mine who was desperate for dick. "If you two don't feel up to it," I said when they hesitated. "I understand."
"No! I'm in!" said Courtney.
"Me too!" Danielle quickly declared, not wanting to be the wet blanket.
I smiled. I took Courtney's hand, then Danielle's. "Then come with me girls!" They followed me without complaint into my apartment, then my bedroom. "Now Dani," I said. "Courtney is new to liking girls. So part of this is going to be teaching her how women pleasure women."
"Okay," said Danielle. "I got this lesson months ago," she said to Courtney. "So you're going to enjoy it."
"I bet," said Courtney. Neither of them looked worried anymore. They were looking eager and horny. Which was good because man, I was both.
"Come here Courtney. Dani, you get behind her and feel her up." Courtney came to me and I began kissing her hotly once more while Danielle got behind her and ran her hands all over Courtney's slim body. Courtney moaned into the kiss as Danielle ran her hands over Courtney's tiny tits, which I could see nipples of perked right through her Goo Goo Dolls T-shirt. I ran my hands over Courtney's sides while Dani felt up her front from behind. Courtney was shivering with pleasure already. Good!
I broke the kiss. "Switch. Come here Dani!" she eagerly got in to make out with me. Courtney ran her hands all over Danielle this time, looking happy. Danielle kissed me just as eagerly as Courtney did. But then Courtney came over and started groping me from behind, specifically my big tits. Danielle was feeling up my ass. My moans into Dani's mouth were almost indecently loud.
Courtney moaned herself as she felt my big tits. Danielle seemed to be trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Finally I broke the kiss. "Courtney, come back to the middle." She did as told. I nodded to Dani and she and I slowly undressed her. She seemed a little timid but did not tell either of us to stop. Her body was a thin as she looked clothed. But I leaned down and licked the perky nipples of her flat chest lovingly while I saw Danielle's hand slip down between Courtney's legs while kissing her neck. Courtney moaned loudly, her legs parting as Dani rubbed her pussy. I sucked each nipple hotly as we introduced Courtney to this new world of pleasure.
After a time I pulled back and took Dani's hand to lick her fingers. Mmmmm, good. Then I made them switch and Courtney and I undressed Danielle and gave her same treatment. Danielle arched her back right away, begging to have her titties played with. I let Courtney suck Danielle's tits while I rubbed Dani's pussy. Courtney did well if Dani's moans were any indication. Of course my fingers were well versed and that helped.
Then it was my turn. I got in the middle. Courtney begged to suck my big tits, which I allowed. I was nude between them in moments as they all but ripped my clothes off with their youthful eagerness. Courtney's tongue was all over my big boobs quickly while Danielle's hand went to my soaked and nearly dripping pussy. I can't remember if I've ever been this hot before. "Oh yes my girls, yes!" I moaned loudly. I let them worship my body. Courtney pulled at my nipples with her mouth while Danielle pushed fingers into me with abundant eagerness. I was nearly ready to cum but I mastered myself and stopped them. "Okay," I said breathlessly. "Time to go to bed. Dani, you bend over doggy. Courtney, you lean back and let her eat your pussy." I grabbed my toy as the girls got into position.
I shoved my toy into Danielle's soaked slit and fucked her like I remembered she loved. She moaned as buried her face in Courtney's pussy. Courtney, being eaten out by a woman for the first time, was already moaning like she was on the threshold of cumming. I spanked Dani's ass and dildo'd her hard, which in turn made her lick Courtney even more hotly.
Courtney's body shook and she came all over Dani's tongue. As that happened, Dani came too, screaming into Courtney's pussy. I smiled widely as both of their worlds were rocked. I pulled the dildo out and sucked it a bit. Then I spoke to Courtney. "Courtney, what's your favorite position? If you have one."
"Spoon fucking," she panted at me. "Always my favorite when I watch porn."
"Then turn onto your side. Dani, yet in front and lick her clit with I slam her," I said. Courtney rolled onto her side and Dani did as I told. I got behind Courtney and held one of her legs open, pushing the soaked toy into her. Dani came down and began furiously licking her clit as I dildo'd Courtney now. I was basically eye level with Danielle as we did this and I spoke dirty nothings to her as we rocked Courtney's world even more. Courtney had grabbed my pillow and was moaning loudly into it. Even with her voiced muffled, she was quite loud. This only spurred me on and I drove the toy into Courtney. Danielle seemed to try and lick as fast as I fucked, and the combination was more than Courtney, new to all this, could stand and she orgasm'd again with almost more force.
"She's a loud one," said Danielle.
"I love it," I said.
"I love both of you!" moaned Courtney.
"Ellie, it's your turn," said Danielle.
"Yes it is!" said Courtney.
I smiled widely. I wasn't going to refuse them. I needed it badly now. I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide. The two girls kissed hotly, then both came down to my pussy. Danielle showed Courtney how to lick my clit and Courtney learned well. Courtney was soon rolling my clit around while Dani was below her face, shoving her tongue into my pussy hole.
"Oh my fucking God!" I moaned as they double ate me out. I hadn't expected this. I'd never expected these two nubile young hotties to want me. But they both did and were now both down on me. My body shook and my chest heaved as I moaned and writhed. Each of them slid a hand up to cup one of my big tits, squeezing and pinching effortlessly. I felt myself getting to the edge and I moaned loudly to Danielle. "Stuff me!"
She obliged and shoved the toy into the hole she had been tongue fucking. She drilled me with the toy. Courtney only licked more hotly in return. Danielle's hand on my tit slid away and I saw it sliding between Courtney's legs while they licked and fucked me. Courtney's moans were loud as well. I could take no more, I'd wanted these two too badly for too long and finally, with a loud yell, I orgasm'd harder than I think I ever had before.
They both stopped as I writhed and I saw them playfully making out while I recovered. "Get up here," I said. They came up and we entangled ourselves in a mass of naked arms and legs. As my breathing returned I saw that Dani's eyes were dropping as exhaustion set in. She closed her eyes a few moments later. I looked at Courtney. Her eyes were open. "Welcome to our world," I said to her.
"Thank you!" she whispered with actual tears in her eyes. "Thank you!"
I smiled and we stroked each other and gently stroked the sleeping Danielle. Eventually Courtney drifted off as well and I was in between two sleeping little hotties, all of us having just fucked the life out of each other.
I never in a million years thought this would be possible. Having Grover's daughter in my bed and Danielle being okay with it. Courtney being happy with all of us.
And I now have two whole weeks to enjoy them both!
What a reward for me!
These two girls were something special. And I was going to enjoy them both.
The end
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"police",
"lesbian",
"threesome",
"older-younger",
"boss daughter",
"big boobs",
"redhead",
"skinny girls",
"teaching"
] |
The Garden in France Pt. 03
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-garden-in-france-pt-03
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Taboo/Incest
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Tom walked into his room at the Hotel Maison Rouge in Strasbourg and put his suitcase on the bed. The room was a good size and had a King Size bed. He looked out of the window onto the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois and then unpacked. He had left Charlie downstairs after she had picked him up at the train-station and driven him to the hotel. Luckily his room had been ready before the check-in time, so here he was.
Once he had unpacked he went back downstairs and found Charlie sitting in the bar. She was sitting in an armchair, facing the door and she was wearing a short summer dress and wedge sandals. Her legs were crossed and, when she saw Tom approaching, she uncrossed them so that he could see she had no knickers on. She stood up and they walked to the lobby.
"Let's explore the canal," Charlie said, "then we can do the cathedral and parliament tomorrow."
"Sounds good," Tom replied, slipping his arm around her waist.
"Do you want to eat first, or wait until tonight?" Charlie asked.
"I can wait, thanks," Tom replied, "let's take advantage of the good weather." They walked to the embarkation dock by the cathedral and Charlie showed her pass to get them two tickets on the waiting boat. The glass roof was fully open and they set off on the seventy-five minute cruise along the canal. Tom was happy to be in Charlie's company and enjoyed her being their impromptu tour guide along the way. She pointed out plenty of landmarks and historic houses and he felt totally relaxed sitting next to her.
When they got back to their starting point they disembarked. Charlie suggested a beer and they walked to a large bar called Le Trolleybus. Rock music was playing in the bar and they found a table on the terrace outside. Charlie ordered two glasses of Meteor and Tom gave the waiter the cash when the beers arrived. Tom closed his eyes and let the sun warm his upturned face for a minute. He felt Charlie's hand squeeze his thigh and he sat back up and looked at his cousin. She smiled at him;
"You look so happy," she said.
"That's because I am," he replied; "can I see where you live?"
"Of course," she replied, "it's not far." They finished their beers and walked to a quiet street.
"Et, voila!" Charlie said, dramatically. They were in front of a small apartment block, just four stories high, with a small garden in front. Charlie punched the code into a panel by the door and they went in. The hallway and stairway lit up as they entered and Charlie started up the stairs.
"Are you looking up my dress, again?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Well, if you will walk around with no knickers on; what's a boy supposed to do?" Tom said. She giggled and opened the door of Flat 8, on the second floor.
"Stephanie's at work; she gets home around six," Charlie said, still giggling. The apartment was larger than Tom expected with a good-size kitchen, a spacious lounge, a utility room and two en-suite bedrooms.
"Wow, that's a luxury for two girls sharing," Tom commented when Charlie told him.
"One bathroom was a deal-breaker for me," Charlie said, pouring two glasses of wine; "I can't be doing with sharing a bathroom with another girl; just too much clutter and hassle."
"You shared with me the other night;" Tom said; Charlie shrugged her shoulders;
"Boys are easy; no clutter and you're only in there five minutes," she replied, grinning. The last room she showed him was her bedroom; he was impressed;
"This is really nice, Charlie; you've done well landing this one," Tom said, looking out of the window at the quiet street. When he turned back, Charlie was naked. Tom's jaw dropped; his cousin looked stunning and her body was tanned all over, no white patches at all. Her small tits were firm and her nipples were long and standing to attention. Her long legs looked amazing in her wedge sandals and her face radiated; her eyes on fire. She held out her arms;
"Fancy a fuck, cuz?" she asked, walking towards him. Tom couldn't get undressed quick enough. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs open and she knelt between them and took his cock in her hand. She guided it into her mouth and began to pull it and suck it, gently, licking the tip every few sucks; stimulating it into life; waking up the beast.
Tom leaned back, putting his hands behind him, on the bed; his head raised, his eyes closed;
'Fuck;' he thought; 'my little cousin is a fantastic cocksucker.'
It wasn't long before Charlie had him at full erection; rigid and rock hard.
"Lie down," Charlie whispered. Tom pushed himself further onto the bed and Charlie kneeled astride him, raising herself up on her knees. She held his cock beneath her and moved the head along her slit, wiping his pre-cum on her cunt and mixing it with her own wet juices.
Then, she slipped his cock inside her, lowering herself slowly down on his thick shaft. She pushed herself up a few inches and then lowered herself down again, a bit further. Tom grunted and raised his hips as Charlie was lowering hers, pushing his cock as far into her cunt as it would go.
"Oh, fuck Tom," Charlie shouted, "I fucking love your cock!"
They found an easy rhythm and settled into it; Charlie using her muscles to grip Tom's shaft and Tom pushing himself up into her cunt. Ater several minutes Charlie felt her orgasm sweeping through her body. She stopped moving and just let Tom fuck her until her cum flowed and she fell forward, her hands either side of Tom's shoulders, while he continued to pump her cunt.
"Oh, fuck, FUCK," she yelled. As the orgasm began to subside Charlie pushed herself back up and tightened her muscles to grip Tom's cock. Tom knew he was close and he was so turned on and so hard that when he came it was an eruption of spunk, spurting into Charlie's already cum-filled cunt, and forcing the mixture of their cum to squeeze back out onto his groin. They both stopped moving, both breathing hard.
"Sit on my face," Tom said, urgently. Charlie shuffled up his body, keeping herself raised above him so that, when she got to his head, she could lower hips and place her dripping cunt right on his mouth. Tom reached both arms around her arse and began to lick and suck their cum out of her while pushing his nose backwards and forwards against her clit.
Charlie had her second orgasm as she leaned forward onto her headboard; Tom's tongue having as much effect on her as the sound of him slurping and sucking and gobbling at her cunt. Finally she swung her right leg over him and knelt on his left side. She leaned down and licked all of the cum off his groin, cleaning his cock with her tongue at the same time.
Eventually she lay beside him; the smell of their sex filling the room; her head on his chest.
"Wow," she said, quietly; "I love fucking you."
"I quite like fucking you as well," Tom replied, grinning to himself. She punched him, playfully, in the chest.
Cheeky," she said.
"Listen;" Tom said, "I'll go back to the hotel to get showered and changed. Why don't you come over later and we can have dinner together?"
"Sounds good," Charlie said; "as long as you're dessert."
Tom got back to the hotel and showered. He had a text message from Sue saying how much she was looking forward to spending time with him and Charlie on Friday but that she hoped she would have him to herself after dinner. Tom hadn't given much thought to how the next two nights might pan out; he'd discovered that, where his French family was concerned, it was better to just go with the flow.
He then got a text from Charlie:
'See you around 7.' He rang down to Reception to book a table in the restaurant for 7.30pm and then messaged Charlie back:
'Table booked; see you in the bar.' He got a heart emoji back. He finished drying himself and lay on the bed. He began to feel tired, like the whole two weeks had caught up with him, and set his phone-alarm for 6.45pm, just in case he should doze off.
The alarm sounded incredibly loud when it went off. He pressed 'Stop' and checked the time. He had slept for an hour. He went into the bathroom and ran the cold tap in the hand-basin, filling his cupped hands and pouring the water onto his face, several times. He grabbed a towel and dabbed his face, leaving it still damp, hoping it would help to wake him up. He picked out light, beige cargo-trousers and a pale blue polo shirt and got dressed, before stepping into brown deck shoes. He went down four floors in the lift and walked into the bar.
He couldn't see Charlie, so he sat on a barstool and ordered a glass of Riesling. Just as it arrived, so did his cousin. She turned every head in the bar as she walked across the floor towards him. She was wearing a tight, white blouse, a tight black, calf-length skirt, split at the side right up to the top of her left thigh. She had on a pair of strappy black stilettos and was carrying a small black clutch-bag. She kissed him on the lips before settling onto the stool next to him, turning to the right so that the split was next to the bar.
"Every man in here could not take their eyes off you just now," Tom said. Charlie grinned;
"I know," she said;" easing the skirt off the top of her thigh so that the split fell across her crossed legs.
"Cremant?" he asked and she smiled back at him.
They chatted and sipped their drinks while Charlie occasionally adjusted her skirt, eventually allowing it to fall open completely across her thighs. Tom could see that she had red knickers on and, after a while, she eased herself to his left, allowing the four businessmen at the table behind him a perfect view up her skirt. She turned back to face Tom but, when he was ordering their second drinks, he noticed her turn back towards the four men, uncrossed her legs and open them, staring at the group, almost daring them to react.
When she turned back to Tom, she smiled;
"It's nice to exercise a bit of control, once in a while," she said; "especially when it also turns me on."
"Are you not worried it might turn into something you can't control?" Tom asked. Charlie smiled at him again;
"I pick my targets carefully," she said, "those four guys are all wearing wedding rings; they're out for a post-work drink before they go home to their wives and children. If I flirt with them from a distance, I enjoy it and they enjoy it; and no one gets hurt. Besides; they might give their wives a good fuck tonight, thinking about me; so you could say I'm doing a service to women I'll never meet." Charlie giggled and Tom laughed with her.
"Where did you come from?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders,
"I don't know what you mean," she said, winking at him; "Now, take me to dinner."
Tom got off his stool and went to offer her his hand to help her down, but she shook her head. He stepped aside and she slid forward off the stool, allowing her skirt to ride up her thighs, all the way to her red knickers before she, slowly, stood up. She picked up her bag from the bar and walked towards the exit, exaggerating her hip-sway as if she were a catwalk model. Tom turned to the four men, who were all twisted around so that they had a clear view of Charlie's retreating arse, and smiled at them, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head in a 'how lucky am I?' gesture.
All four men shook their heads, two of them sitting back in their seats and blowing out their cheeks, and one of them making a circle with his first finger and thumb and displaying the universal sign for perfection/formidable/bella/hermosa/sexy.
Tom turned and followed his cousin into the hotel restaurant.
The meal was delicious; Cauliflower Velouté and Veal Rump for her; Caesar Salad and Beef Ribeye for him; and the wine was even better. Tom deferred to Charlie when the wine-waiter arrived and she chose a carafe of local Riesling to start then a bottle of Pinot Noir 2021 by Mèlanie Pfister, one of many local female winemakers that the restaurant was highlighting on their menu.
"What a wonderful idea," Charlie said to the sommelier who nodded, replying;
"In such a male-dominated business it is easy for the women to get overlooked; but we have fantastic wines from amazing women, all within twenty miles of the restaurant, so we thought it was time they got proper recognition."
"Bravo!" Charlie said, applauding him; "my Mother was Mèlanie's English teacher; she'll be thrilled when I tell her."
Tom loved the Riesling with his salad; it was thicker than some he'd drunk on this trip and it packed a punch. The Pinot Noir, however, was the best red wine he had ever drunk.
"Oh my God," he said to Charlie; "that's sensational." His cousin grinned at him across the table;
"Us Alsatian women know what we're talking about," she replied. They devoured the bottle and Tom ordered a second, telling Charlie;
"I'm going to order cheese; will you share the cheese-plate with me?" Charlie scoffed;
"Share? What is this 'share' that you speak of?" she said, mocking him, playfully; "I'll have my own cheese, thank you," and they laughed together, remembering the gentle leg-pulling that was, with Marc, such a big part of their youth.
They both ordered the cheese plate from La Cloche à Fromage and spent the next hour enjoying the wonderful selection, the fruit, the delicate crackers and the delicious Pinot Noir; and each other's company.
When the bill arrived, Charlie picked it up before Tom could grab it.
"Let me get this," she said; "I can put it on expenses." Tom raised his eyebrows;
"Really?" he questioned; "you're not just saying that to stop me from paying?"
"You'll never know," Charlie replied, winking at him. Once the bill was settled, the sommelier approached their table.
"Madam, please pass this bottle on to your mother," he said, presenting a bottle of the Pinot Noir they had been drinking; "I had a great English teacher too; they are very important people. Please give her this with my compliments." He nodded, proudly to Charlie.
"Oh, that's wonderful; thank you. She'll be touched and very grateful, monsieur."
As they went back into the bar, Tom said to his cousin;
"How lovely was that?"
"Wasn't it?" she replied, clutching the bottle. They chose a table opposite the entrance to the bar and sat together on the red leather banquette. A waitress came over to them and they ordered two more glasses of Riesling. The waitress was a tall, blonde girl wearing the uniform of a red blouse tucked into a tight black skirt which ended above her knees. She wore black stockings; Tom could see the tell-tale marks of the garter-belt fasteners under the skirt; and black stilettos. When she returned with their glasses she bent down slightly lower than seemed necessary and Tom got a full view of her full cleavage and the red lace of her bra. He realised that, since taking their order and returning with the wine, she had undone a further button on her blouse.
"That was a wonderful meal," Charlie said. Tom nodded and smiled,
"Thanks for picking up the bill," he said. Charlie rested her head on her cousin's shoulder;
"It's my pleasure," she said, putting her hand on his thigh. She looked up at him and whispered;
"Can I stay the night with you?"
"Of course," Tom said, looking into her eyes. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips;
"Good; I left a bag at the concierge," she said, winking at him. He laughed and kissed her back. He noticed that the young waitress was watching them from the end of the bar.
"We're being watched," he whispered into Charlie's ear.
"Mmm, so I see," Charlie replied. She shifted slightly on her seat and, when Tom looked down, he could see that the split skirt had fallen open and that she had uncrossed her legs, exposing her knickers under the table. Charlie turned to Tom and kissed him, opening her lips and licking her tongue along his lower lip.
"She's still looking," Charlie whispered. She ran her hand up his thigh as the waitress dropped her pen. Tom could see that Charlie had opened her legs, wide and, as the girl bent down, it was obvious that she was looking under the table at Charlie's bright red knickers. Charlie whispered in Tom's ear,
"Mmm, the dirty girl," and she blew into Tom's ear, making him shiver with pleasure.
A few minutes later, the girl came over to their table and asked if they wanted any more drinks. Tom looked at Charlie who, without taking her eyes off the girl's face, shook her head.
"No; just the bill, please," Tom said. The waitress brought over the check which Tom signed, filling in his room number as well. He handed it back to the girl and smiled at her.
"Thank you," he said and handed her twenty euros as a tip.
"Thank you, sir," the girl said, "I hope you both have a pleasant evening."
Tom and Charlie got out of the lift on the fourth floor and turned right towards Room 404. Tom was carrying Charlie's overnight bag and he touched the sensor on the door with his key-card and they went inside.
"That girl was hot," Charlie said, "I wasn't sure if it was you or me she was looking at."
"Oh, definitely you," Tom replied, grinning. They sat on the bed and chatted about the evening and their plans for tomorrow. After a while, Charlie went to the bathroom and, while she was in there, there was a quiet knock at the bedroom door. Tom got up and opened it; standing in the corridor was the waitress. She was carrying a tray with a bottle of Cremant in an ice bucket and three champagne flutes. The girl smiled at him.
"Your room-service order, sir," she said; "may I come in?" Tom stepped aside and the girl walked into the room just as Charlie emerged from the bathroom.
"Oh; hello," Charlie said; surprised.
"Good evening, madam," said the girl, setting the tray down on the table. Charlie looked at Tom and raised her eyebrows; Tom shook his head and shrugged.
"Would you like me to open it for you?" the girl asked.
"Please," Tom replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. Charlie joined him and crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to fall open again. The girl poured two glasses of the Cremant and handed them one each. Then she picked up the third glass, saying,
"May I join you? I've finished my shift so I thought you might like a late refreshment, with my compliments."
"Of course," Tom said. The girl poured herself a glass and walked over to the armchair opposite the bed.
"May I?" she asked. Tom nodded. She sat down and crossed her legs; her skirt riding provocatively up her thighs. Tom raised his glass;
"Santé!" he said, and the two women repeated the word and raised their glasses in response.
"May we know your name?" Charlie asked the girl.
"My apologies," the girl replied; "I am Manon."
"And are you in the habit of knocking on guest's doors at 11pm with bottles of Cremant?" Charlie asked. Manon lowered her head and mumbled.
"No; in three years, this is the only time." Tom softened the questioning;
"And why did you choose us to be your first?" he asked. There was a silence before Manon looked at Tom, saying;
"Because you look so sexy as a couple. You both caught my eye."
Tom looked across at Charlie and raised his eyebrows. He was pleased to see Charlie smile back at him.
"Were you not scared that we might report you? You would lose your job if we said anything, right?" Tom said. The girl nodded;
"When I saw you look at each other and then kiss; well, I thought I could trust you," she said.
"And what is it that you want?" Charlie asked, her voice softer than before. There was another silence as Manon looked from Charlie to Tom, and back again. She uncrossed her long legs and then opened them so that Tom and Charlie could look up her black skirt. They could see her stocking-tops and fasteners and beyond, to her red knickers.
"I want you both to fuck me," she said. There was another short silence.
"What makes you think that I would fuck you?" Charlie asked. Manon smiled at her;
"Oh, madam; there was no doubt. You have a way about you; a way you carry yourself. Then, when you looked straight at me and opened your legs; I knew," she said.
Charlie raised her glass to her and smiled;
"Have you been with a woman before?" she asked.
"I am bisexual and I adore sex with women. I just want to make the woman feel as turned on and excited as I am," Manon replied.
Charlie patted the bed next to her;
"Why don't you come and sit here, next to me?" Charlie asked. Manon stood up and sat close to Charlie.
"How old are you, Manon?" Charlie asked.
"21, madam," Manon replied. Charlie handed her glass to Tom who moved to sit in the armchair that Manon had just vacated. He put Charlie's glass on the table, alongside Manon's, and watched the two women.
"Call me Charlie; and this is Tom," Charlie said, staring into the girl's eyes. She stroked Manon's face, moving her blonde hair away from it.
"You are very beautiful, Manon," she whispered; "would it be okay if I kissed you?" Manon nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Charlie leaned in, kissing the girl very softly on the lips. She leaned back a few inches, checking Manon's reaction, and then leaned in again, opening her mouth and kissing with a little more force. Tom could see Manon's tongue flick into his cousin's mouth and then see Charlie relax into the kiss. Charlie took Manon's face in her hands and the kiss became deeper and more passionate. After a while, Charlie broke the kiss and whispered;
"You kiss beautifully, my love." Manon stared at Charlie, looking deep into her eyes. Charlie reached out to the girl's blouse and undid the first button. She touched Manon's skin above her breasts, tracing her fingertips down into the cleavage; the girl breathed in, sharply. Charlie pulled the blouse gently towards her, and kissed Manon again, undoing the next two buttons at the same time. Tom rubbed his cock through his trousers and stood up, climbing onto the bed behind the two women. He found the button and the zip on Manon's skirt and undid both.
Charlie had the blouse completely undone now and, just as Tom undid the skirt, Charlie pulled the blouse out and pushed it over the girl's shoulders. Tom took over, pulling the blouse down Manon's arms and off. He tossed it onto the chair.
Charlie stared at Manon's soft, white bra and ran a finger just inside the cup. Tom unhooked the lacy garment and eased the straps off the girl's shoulders. Charlie caught the bra and dropped it onto the floor.
Charlie was transfixed by Manon's beautiful tits. She stared down at them, taking the full globes in her hands and caressing them. They were bigger than her own but not huge; just beautiful. She leaned down and took the one closest into her mouth, nibbling at the nipple and licking the areola.
Tom leaned around Manon and turned her head towards him. She looked up and he kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue and feeling her do the same. As his cousin had said; their new friend kissed beautifully. While he kissed her he ran his hand down her naked back, past the waistband of the skirt, and inside the red knickers. He tickled the top of her crack and she squirmed slightly on the bed, enjoying the touch. He pushed his hand down and to the right, caressing her buttock and then pushing his index finger underneath her arse. He felt her push herself up, allowing his finger to find her cunt.
Manon moaned into his mouth, her tongue working hard with his, both of them becoming turned on.
Charlie stood up and whispered to Manon,
"Stand up, darling." Tom broke the kiss and slipped his hand out of Manon's knickers. When she was standing, Charlie eased the girl's skirt over her hips and down to her ankles. She helped Manon to step out of the black skirt and tossed it onto the chair. Tom climbed off the bed and stood alongside his cousin, staring at the vision in front of them.
Manon stood next to the bed in her black stilettos and black stockings which were held up by a red garter belt and suspenders, which matched her knickers. Her tanned body and gorgeous tits were topped by her beautiful face and long blonde hair.
"Fuck," said Tom, almost under his breath.
"How come someone as young as you wears stockings and suspenders and beautiful lingerie to work?" Charlie asked. Manon smiled,
"My mother taught me that wearing nice lingerie would always make me feel sexy; besides, I always hope to meet someone like you," the girl said.
"Well I very much approve," Charlie said, runing her hands down Manon's arms; "and, if you don't mind, I'd like you to keep it on." She kissed Manon, passionately, while Tom moved behind his cousin and reached around her to undo her blouse. He then slipped it off and added it to the pile of clothes on the chair. He then pressed himself against his cousin and slid his left hand inside the split in her skirt and inside the leg of her knickers, where his fingers found her cunt. It was very wet.
Charlie moaned into Manon's mouth and her knees buckled as she broke the kiss.
"Fuck, Tom!" she said, pushing her arse into her cousin's groin; "that's not fair." She bent down, rubbing his cock with her arse, and licked Manon's nipples. Tom undid the zip on the back of Charlie's skirt and pulled it down, helping her to step out of it. Then he stood up and unclasped her red bra. Charlie let it slip off and fall to the floor. Tom reached around for Manon's hand and moved it so that it covered one of Charlie's tits. He caught Manon's eye and smiled at her reassuringly. She smiled back and mouthed, 'thank you,' at him.
As the two women kissed and played with each other, Tom sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes; he pulled the polo shirt over his head and added it to the pile on the chair and then slipped out of his trousers. He pulled his thick cock out of his boxers and began to stroke it. Manon glanced to her right and her mouth fell open. Tom looked at her and continued to stroke his shaft, holding her gaze the whole time.
Charlie looked at her cousin and then back at Manon.
"Do you want to suck it?" she asked the girl, "It tastes wonderful." Manon nodded her head.
"Kneel down; between his legs," Charlie said, moving aside. The girl knelt down and just looked at the thick, throbbing muscle in Tom's hand. She looked up at him and he smiled down at her. He stopped stroking it and pointed it at Manon. She put one hand on it; her fingers only just reached her thumb; and she licked across the tip. A glob of pre-cum came off on her tongue and she swallowed. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and took it into her mouth, licking and sucking it.
Charlie knelt on the bed beside her cousin. As soon as Manon began to suck his cock, Charlie whispered in his ear;
"Lie back, darling." Tom lay back on the bed as the girl began to ease more of his cock into her mouth. Suddenly, Charlie was astride him, facing Manon, with her wet knickers over his face. Tom reached up and pulled the red material to one side. Charlie's cunt was open and glistening wet. She lowered herself down onto his face and he thrust his tongue up inside.
"Fuck," Charlie shouted. Manon lifted her eyes, staring at the woman who was now sitting on Tom's face, grinding her hips; her tits jiggling and her nipples long and hard. And all the while, Manon kept sucking that gorgeous cock.
Tom pushed his tongue in as far as it would go; the tip of it reached the back of Charlie's cavity and he licked it, stimulating more juices to flow and run down his tongue and into his throat.
"That's it, fucking lick it; lick it hard," she shouted, her body shaking with pleasure. When it came, her orgasm was quick and powerful. She rocked her hips backwards and forwards, rubbing her cunt on Tom's nose and mouth. Tom licked harder as he felt her tremble above him; her cum pouring down his throat in a sweet, thick torrent.
"Yes; yes; YES!" she yelled, pushing herself down on his face so much that he stopped breathing until he tapped her thigh and she knelt up. She swung round and slid off the bed, grabbing Manon's face and hissing;
"Quick; kiss him."
Manon jumped onto the bed, knelt alongside Tom and leaned down to kiss him. As his tongue entered her mouth he transferred most of Charlie's cum to the girl. She moaned into his mouth and swirled her tongue in the thick cum, licking some of it back inside Tom's mouth. Their saliva mixed with Charlie's sweet cum and their tongues danced as the kiss became hotter and hotter.
Finally, Tom swallowed everything and then broke the kiss.
"Sit on my face," he said; "I want to taste you."
Manon adopted the same position that Charlie had; and Tom, pulled her knickers aside; suddenly realising that the feel of the girl's stockings on his skin made him even more horny. On top of that, his cousin had just slipped his cock into her hot, wet mouth and he was trying not to cum.
Manon's cunt was open and dripping. He flicked her clitoris with his tongue; the clit was bigger than Charlie's and the girl trembled as soon as he touched it. He then slid his tongue inside her flaps and probed the entrance to her soaking wet cunt.
She tasted heavenly.
He licked and sucked her, managing to add a finger into her cunt and using it alongside his tongue to stimulate her juices. The liquid flowed quickly and he swallowed it down, savouring the taste and the feel of it as it slid down his throat. Soon she was grinding her cunt into his face, using the contours of his mouth and nose to create the extra friction she need to cum.
Her orgasm was an explosion.
She moaned from deep inside her throat as the orgasm ripped through her body. At first, Tom thought he might have hurt her but the hip movements and the grinding said otherwise. When she came, the thick, sticky liquid filled his mouth. There was so much of it; so suddenly; that he couldn't hold it all in and he felt it dribbling out of the sides of his mouth and running down his cheeks onto the bed.
When the orgasm subsided, the girl jumped off him, spun round and clamped her mouth over his. Once again, he swapped cum with the girl kissing him; the difference this time was that the cum was her own.
The kiss was wet, sloppy and sticky. Her cum tasted wonderful and Tom found himself wondering if this was the first time she had tasted herself.
By now Tom's cock was aching to let go. Charlie had got him to the absolute peak of erection and his balls were full and heavy; he needed to fuck someone. Charlie crawled up beside him and whispered;
"I think it's time you put your cock in Manon's cunt; don't you?" Tom nodded, eagerly.
"Manon, darling; come and eat my cunt," Charlie said. She lay fown on the bed with a pillow under her arse, lifting her hips up and offering her cunt. She opened her legs and crooked her finger at the girl. Manon lay down between Charlie's legs.
"On your knees, darling. I want to see Tom fuck you," Charlie said. Manon bent down from her knees and Tom stood behind her, pulling her slightly towards him. Manon began to lick Charlie's clit, pressing the nub with her tongue. Charlie squirmed with pleasure.
"Fuck, Tom; she's got a great tongue; oh, this is heaven;" Charlie said; "are you in yet, Tom?" Tom shook his head; he was taking his time. He ran the tip of his cock up and down her wet slit; stimulating her as well as making him nice and wet for her. Slowly, he eased the head in; it was so satisfying when it was just inside. She felt tighter than Charlie and he pushed his hips forward, slowly, until the base of his thick shaft was almost touching her flaps.
"In?" Charlie asked, breathing hard. Tom nodded.
"How is it, Manon?" Charlie asked, "does it fill you up?" Manon lifted her head from between Charlie's legs and looked over her shoulder at Tom,
"It's so big, madam," she said.
Tom eased his hips back and waited until Manon was making slurping noises in his cousin's cunt, before he plunged into her and began to fuck her; hard.
Manon squealed into Charlie's cunt, her tongue forced further in by the fucking Tom was giving her.
"That's it, darling," Charlie said, "can you feel his thick, wet cock sliding in and out? Can you feel the veins as they rub against your cunt lips and slide against your vagina walls? Doesn't it feel hard; like a rock? That's it; keep licking me; keep pushing your tongue right into me; as far as you can go; that's nice; ooh, I can feel it when he pushes further into you; oh, Manon, you lovely cunt-licker; make me cum; make me cum in your mouth and all over your face. I want to lick my cum off your face and then kiss you so that you can taste your own, sweet fuck-juice."
With every word, Tom and Manon were fucking harder; him, slamming his thick cock into the girl's hot, wet cunt; and her fucking Charlie with her tongue; lapping and sucking and grunting and moaning. Charlie watched her cousin and could tell from his face that he was close to orgasm; Tom watched Charlie and could see her eyes close and her hand grip the back of the girl's head; she was close too.
Tom exploded inside Manon; his cock throbbed and spewed out hot, sticky cum, spurting against her cunt walls and filling her with his spunk.
Charlie yelled;
"Fucking; YES!" and threw her head back, pulling Manon's head against her cunt-lips as if she wanted to force it inside. Her hips bucked on the pillow and Manon was able to lift her head and take a breath; finally. Then she plunged her face back against Charlie's cunt, sucking at it to extract every last drop of cum that she could.
At the other end, Tom could feel Manon's tight cunt grip his cock and squeeze, forcing his spunk into her hot cunt. His orgasm was a huge explosion of tingling pleasure; every nerve-end fizzing and sparking as he jerked and ejaculated inside her. When he finally stopped he watched Manon shuffle up the bed, his cock plopping out of her as she moved; and positioning herself over Charlie's mouth. Charlie opened wide and a stream of thick, gloopy cum dribbled out of Manon's mouth and into Charlie's. The girl quickly followed up by locking her lips with Charlie's and kissing her; hard; their tongues swirling and swilling the cum between them. Tom watched them, thinking how lucky the girl had been that it was their door she knocked on.
"Can you come again tomorrow night?" Tom asked Manon. The three of them lay on the bed, talking about the sex they'd just had.
"No; it's my day off tomorrow and I'm going to see my mother, in Mulhouse, and stay the night with her," Manon said.
"That's a shame," Tom said; "maybe next time I visit we can get together?"
"I hope so," she said.
Charlie lifted herself up on her arm and kissed the girl.
"Well I live just a few minutes away so I hope you and I can meet again?" Charlie said. Manon kissed her back;
"I hope so too."
As she was leaving she exchanged numbers with her new friends and said,
"I'm so glad my first customer-fuck was with you," and she blew them a kiss as she left the room.
Tom and Charlie fell asleep in each other's arms, still smelling of sex.
The next morning they showered together and then had quiet, lazy sex on the bed. After they had both cum, they put the 'Service My Room' sign on the door and went down to breakfast, where Charlie's phone beeped.
"Mum will be here at 11am," Charlie said to Tom, reading Sue's message.
"Okay," Tom said; "are you going to disappear and come back later?"
"Yes. I'll go home and catch up with you later," Charlie said; "it'll give me a chance to get some sleep. Let her show you the sights and then I'll come over later on."
They said their goodbyes in the lobby and Tom went up to his room. He was pleased to see that it had been serviced but still did a quick search to make sure that nothing incriminating had been missed. Satisfied that everything was as it should be he went down onto the street and found a little café to have a cappuccino and wait. He sat outside and gazed out at the world passing by but was distracted by what had happened the previous night.
He reflected on how turned on he had been by his first threesome and his first time watching two women together. He had been incredibly hard and he knew he wanted more of it. He also loved how forward Manon had been; he'd never thought about it before but his recent few days with Charlie and Manon had shown him how sexy a woman was when she knew what she wanted; and had the confidence to demand it.
His phone-alarm buzzed and he suddenly realised that it was nearly 11 o'clock. He strolled back to the hotel and got there just as Sue's car pulled up.
"Hi, Sue," Tom said as she wound down the window;
"Hello, darling," she said; "will they park my car?" Before Tom could answer two hotel-staff arrived; one opened the boot of the car and the other opened Sue's door and got an eyeful as she stepped out, opening her legs and, with her short, leather skirt ridden up, revealing black knickers. The young man stared and Sue said;
"Do you want these, darling?" as she waved the keys at him. The young Frenchman knew he'd been caught out and, red faced, took the keys from her. Tom shook his head at his Aunt;
"What?" Sue said, grinning at her nephew. She put her arm through his and they walked up the hotel steps and into Reception.
Once Sue was settled in her room and had unpacked she knocked on Tom's door, across the corridor.
"Come on, darling; we've got a few hours in the city, so let's get started," she said. Tom looked at her wedge sandals, her leather miniskirt and her white blouse and wolf-whistled;
"I'm going to enjoy watching all the heads turn when I'm out with a woman dressed like you," he said. He turned to pick up his phone and felt a playful slap on his arse.
"Cheeky," Sue said, laughing.
They toured the cathedral first and then took a boat trip along the river; a great way to see the city and to stay cool in the heat at the same time. They stopped at a small cafe for a glass of wine and some cheese before walking around the charming La Petite France district and getting a taxi back to the hotel.
"What time are we meeting Charlie?" Sue asked.
"6 o'clock, in the bar of the hotel," Tom replied.
"Great," Sue said, "that's two hours to relax, shower and change."
"Okay," Tom said, "shall I knock for you at 6? Sue looked surprised;
"Why would you knock, darling?" she asked; "you'll be in my room already." Her eyes sparkled and she looked into the rear view mirror at the driver's eyes;
"I fancy a good fuck," she said, staring at the mirror.
The taxi pulled up at the front of the hotel and the driver opened Sue's door before the hotel doorman could get there. She rewarded him with a long flash of her knickers.
When they got to Sue's door she pulled Tom inside with her.
"I meant what I said, darling," she said, "I want you to fuck me then have a shower with me; only then can you go back to your room." She pulled him onto the huge bed.
"I've been thinking about your cock all day yesterday and today, darling; so I'm in charge, if you don't mind." She raised her eyebrows at him but Tom simply nodded his head.
"Good;" she said; "now; I want you to strip for me. Stand up, please." They swapped places and Sue gestured for him to take off his top. He pulled the polo shirt over his head and tossed it onto the chair. Then she pointed at his feet and he kicked off his deck shoes. Her eyes had got bigger as he stripped and, as he dropped his shorts to the floor and she saw the tiny black briefs he was wearing; he could hear her breathing getting shorter. She crooked her finger at him and he walked over to the side of the bed. His cock was already on its way to full erection and she could not take her eyes off the horizontal lump it formed in his tight briefs.
"Ooh," she said very quietly, "I haven't seen these before," She reached out her hand and stroked the soft material, pressing her fingers into the thick cock underneath it.
"Mmm, I do like these, Tom," she said, her voice getting lower; "they show off your gorgeous body very nicely. Turn around for me." Tom did as he was told and felt her hand on his arse, through the cotton.
"Now, darling, Sue whispered; "I'm just going to slide my hands inside these beautiful briefs." She ran her hands down his buttocks to the top of his thighs and then eased her fingers inside the leg of the briefs. She fondled his arse-cheeks and then began to feel her way around his hips to the front. She gently pulled him towards her and Tom felt the side of the bed on the back of his knees. Her hands moved further around the front of his groin; inside his briefs; until her left hand gripped the base of his cock and her right hand played with the tip. Slowly, she slid her right hand along the length of shaft until it joined her left hand.
She began to wank him with two hands.
She slid the skin around his shaft up with the fingers of her left hand and then pulled his foreskin down to meet it with her other hand. Tom groaned; a deep, guttural groan.
"Mmm, how's that? Is it making you even harder? Do you like the feel of my soft hands on your hard cock? I love stroking you, darling; I can feel every vein on my skin; every throb and pulse of your thick muscle; it turns me on so much and makes me so wet between my legs."
Tom moaned again; the words were a turn-on enough but, coming from his Mum's sixty year-old sister; they were like verbal Viagra.
Sue eased his briefs down by widening her hands as she stroked him; just enough to release his cock and his balls. As soon as his scrotum was free, she cupped her hand underneath and fondled him, gently, stimulating his balls and the cum he was cooking up.
Tom became aware that Sue was standing up behind him; he could feel her leather skirt rubbing against his naked arse; and then she was whispering in his ear;
"Let's swap places, darling; I want that throbbing cock down my throat," she said. She moved to his side and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He pushed the briefs off and kicked them away before his Aunt knelt down between his legs. His cock stood to attention as he leaned back, putting his hands slightly behind him, his arms locked straight.
This time there was no preamble; no foreplay; Sue gripped his shaft with her right hand and forced it into her mouth and straight to the back of her throat. She did all the work, pushing her head against his belly to force his cock further down her throat and making her gag on it as it tickled her. She lifted her head to take a deep breath; saliva dripping from her mouth and covering his shaft. Then she clamped her lips and gums around it and sucked it; hard, bobbing her head up and down and causing him to groan with pleasure. There was no subtlety about this blow-job; it was obvious that she was in a hurry and wanted to get his cock inside her cunt as soon as possible.
Suddenly, Sue stood up and pulled the hem of her short skirt up to her hips. She climbed onto the bed on her knees, facing her nephew. Tom held the base of his shaft steady as Sue pulled her knickers to one side and lowered herself down onto the lovely, cut head, feeling it slip inside her wet cunt with a satisfying 'plop.' And then, she dropped her hips down and Tom's thick cock slid all the way up inside her.
"Oh, fuck!" she yelled, lifting her hips up so that head of the cock was still just inside her; "Right, young man; I want you to fuck your Aunty so hard that you can't hold back."
Tom thrust his hips up and then began to fuck her, his cock pushing into her as his groin slapped against her arse. One! Two! Three! The thrusts became quicker and harder; Four! Five! Six! He could feel all of that spunk gathering in his balls; Seven! Eight! Nine!
"I'm cumming," he yelled;
"Fuck me, Tom; cum right in my cunt," Sue yelled. Ten! Eleven! TWELVE!
"Fuck!" Tom screamed, thrusting up into her for the twelfth time and exploding inside her; his full balls ejecting their contents up inside his shaft and out into her cunt; filling her up.
"Keep filling me up, darling; I want every drop of that pearly, sticky spunk in my cunt," she said between heavy breaths.
His orgasm was sensational; it fizzed and tingled through his body like he'd been plugged into the mains. When it was over he finally sank back onto the bed and she fell forward so that her hands were beside his shoulders and her face was right above his.
"Fucking hell, Tommy; that was amazing. Now, I'm going to climb off carefully and come and sit on your face so that you can suck all that beautiful cum back out of me; BUT, you mustn't swallow. Keep it in your mouth so that you can kiss me and I can swallow it all."
Sue positioned herself over her nephew's face and he began to lick and suck his spunk out of her cunt. Once he had it all, he patted her thigh and she swung her leg over him and bent down to kiss him. Her tongue invaded his mouth, hungrily lapping and licking and slurping his cum out of his mouth and swallowing each mouthful with a satisfied grunt. Finally, she licked around his mouth and chin, savouring the last splashes and dribbles of her nephew's salty cum.
"Mmm; that was a lovely afternoon fuck," she purred, kissing Tom on the lips, "right, get in the shower and I'll be there in a minute."
Tom stepped into the large shower and turned on the rain-shower head, letting the warm water was over him and then, feeling his Aunt's hands on his arse, he turned and locked her in a passionate embrace, kissing her and tasting the remnants of his spunk on her tongue.
They soaped each other and, as he washed her belly, he slid his hand down and pushed two fingers inside her cunt.
"Oh, you beauty," Sue squealed through the noise of the water. Tom began to pump his fingers, fucking her with them. She leaned her back against the wall and spread her legs, lowering her hips slightly to give him better access. He fucked her hard with his fingers, making sure that her lips and clit got plenty of attention, and he could feel the orgasm coming several seconds before it hit.
Sue's whole body shook and for a second, she lost her balance and Tom took her weight on his wrist. She grabbed his shoulder and steadied herself before any damage was done but he continued to finger-fuck her. The cum filled her cunt and he added a third finger to collect as much as he could. He withdrew his hand, protecting from the water with his back, and then fed her his fingers so she could lick them clean.
Tom washed her cunt carefully and they dried each other before putting hotel robes on. Tom collected his clothes and took out his room-key. She kissed him, passionately;
"See you shortly, darling. We've got a whole night ahead of us," Sue said.
Back in his room he checked his phone; there was a message from Charlie:
"Hope you had a good day with Mum. I'd love to stay the night. C xx" He replied:
"The day was fun, thanks. Staying the night is just too risky. See you at 6. xx
Tom put on fresh underwear, a pair of light chinos and a white shirt which he wore loose with several buttons undone. He stepped into his deck shoes and picked up his wallet and room-key. He checked the time; 5:58; and walked across the corridor to knock on Sue's door.
"Come in, Tom," she called, and he stepped inside. Sue was wearing a loose white shirt and no bra. Her areolas were visible through the cotton and her nipples pressed against the shirt. She was adding a black belt which she fastened around her waist and then pulled some of the shirt out from the belt, giving herself a waist at the same time as making the shirt loose and baggy above the belt but tight and fitted below it. She had black stilettos on her feet;
"What do you think?" Sue asked her nephew. He looked at her tits, clearly visible through the shirt, and raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?" she asked
"Do you think it's appropriate to have your tits on show when you're going out with your daughter?" Tom asked.
"Who cares?" Sue replied; "Charlie will love it and I couldn't care less about anyone else" Tom kissed his Aunt on the cheek and grinned at her;
"I love this sexually liberated woman," he said
Tom and Sue walked into the hotel bar and Tom watched every head turn towards them; men and women; to stare at Sue's tits. She knew it too and she smiled at him as they crossed the floor, her stilettos clicking on the wooden floor; her toned, tanned legs running all the way up to the bottom of that white shirt tucked into the belt. The shape of the hem of the shirt meant that it went up at the thighs, almost exposing the red knickers she was wearing, and then back down to just about cover her arse. It was unbuttoned at the top showing plenty of natural cleavage; the collar upturned to accentuate her slender neck. But it was the item of clothing that was not there which attracted the most attention.
The lack of a bra meant that her large, heavy tits swayed beneath that crisp, cotton shirt as she walked. Her large, dark areolas moved against the material and her hard nipples pushed against it as if they were protesting at being encased at all.
She looked as hot as fuck; and she knew it.
They sat at a table facing the entrance and a waiter approached to take their order.
"It's okay," Tom said; "we have someone joining us; we'll wait." The waiter nodded and returned to his station just as heads turned to the doorway; again.
Charlie walked into the bar like she owned it. Her shoulders and upper chest were completely bare; her beautiful tits covered by a red boob-tube, stretched to its limit; her nipples pointing straight at her mother and cousin, across the room. Her bare midriff stopped at a black, pleated mini-skirt which swayed with her hips as she strode like a catwalk model towards the table.
Just like her mother, Charlie looked smoking hot and she knew it.
Tom stood to greet his cousin and kissed her on both cheeks. Charlie then bent down to her mother to kiss her cheeks, giving the whole bar a view of her red knickers as her tiny skirt lifted to expose her arse.
"Fuck; you look amazing; you both do," Tom said. "You know that everyone in here was staring at you, don't you?"
"Ooh, I should hope so too, when I look this good," Charlie said, grinning at her cousin.
"Cremant?" Tom asked, looking at the two women, who both smiled back at him as the waiter appeared beside him. The waiter nodded and Tom held up three fingers.
Charlie sat on the banquette, sandwiching Tom between mother and daughter.
"I booked the hotel limousine to take us to the restaurant," Charlie said.
"Thank you, darling; that's very thoughtful of you," Sue replied.
"How was your day?" Charlie asked.
"It was lovely," Tom replied, "we did the cathedral, a boat trip and some lunch; your mother was the perfect host and we got back here with time to relax and shower before meeting you."
"Good," Charlie said, smiling; "well I hope you're ready for some great food tonight."
They chatted and laughed until the Concierge appeared to let them know that the car was ready. Once again, heads followed the three of them out of the bar; the tall, good looking young man; the young model; and the mature cougar; they all exuded sexual energy.
The car dropped them off at the restaurant and they were shown to a spacious table on the street in front. The cathedral loomed across the square and they were seated so that each of them had a view of the hustle and bustle of the early evening as people made their way out to dinner in the warm evening air. Charlie told Sue about the dinner she'd had with Tom the previous night and the bottle of wine she'd been given 'for my English teacher Momma.'
They chose traditional Alsatian dishes and local wines from the menu and enjoyed the chat with the waiter. They attracted plenty of attention from passers-by, especially the male ones; Sue's tits and Charlie's legs stopped plenty of men, and a few women, with admiring glances. When the evening was over, Tom went inside to use the bathroom.
"Shall we get the bill?" Sue asked when Tom returned to the table.
"All paid," he replied; "I wanted to say thank you for your hospitality. I've had a great two weeks and you've both been wonderful."
"Well, that's very naughty of you, but very lovely too. Thank you for all your hard work, darling," Sue said. Charlie smiled at him, reassuring him that he had said and done the right thing.
"The car's here," she said as her phone buzzed; they thanked the waiter and the owner and walked around the corner to the car.
When they walked back into the hotel, Sue said;
"A nightcap?" Charlie looked at her phone to check the time.
"I booked a taxi for eleven o'clock so I've got time for a nightcap; yes," she said.
"Good," Sue declared; "Tom, three glasses of Crèmant. We're off to powder our noses so we'll see you in a minute."
Tom found a table just inside the entrance to the busy bar and ordered the three glasses, which arrived just as Sue and Charlie came through the door. They talked about their evening and the food they'd eaten and then it was time for Charlie to leave.
Charlie kissed Sue on both cheeks and said that she would see her during the next week and then she pulled Tom's arm, saying;
"Come and see me into the taxi, Tom."
Once they were outside, Charlie turned and wrapped her arms around Tom's neck. She closed her eyes and kissed him.
"Come back soon," she said and he smiled at his cousin, kissing her back.
"I will," he said; "as soon as I can." He opened the rear door of the taxi and grinned as she made sure he got a good view of her knickers when she got in. He closed the door and she blew him a kiss through the window as the car pulled away. He waved as it disappeared around the corner and went back to the table.
"All okay?" Sue asked as he sat back down. He nodded, smiling at his Aunt.
"Yes, fine," he replied, "I'm going to miss her; she's good company and great fun."
"She is," Sue said, "I'm very proud of the young woman she's become." Tom put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it.
"You should be very proud of the job you've done with her; and Marc. Bringing two children up as a single mother in a foreign country must have been incredibly daunting," he said.
"Thank you, darling; that's a lovely thing to say," Sue said; "now; take me to bed and fuck my brains out, please." She looked into his eyes and he grinned at her;
"Aunty Sue! What can you mean?" Tom laughed as he stood up and led her to the lift.
Sue let herself into her room and Tom followed. He turned to shut the door and, when he turned back, Sue was right in his face; kissing and licking him. He reached and fondled her tits through her shirt, teasing her nipples and rubbing them between his fingers. She moaned into his mouth. When she finally broke the kiss he began unbuttoning the shirt down to the belt, pulling it open to let her magnificent tits out of captivity.
Sue looked into his eyes; her own eyes were wild with anticipation;
"Suck them; lick them; squeeze them; then later you can fuck them," she whispered.
Tom gorged himself on her beautiful tits; taking each one into his mouth and sucking; hard. He teased the nipples with the tip of his tongue, twirling them round and round until she groaned in ecstasy. He felt her hand rubbing his cock through his trousers; her fingers urgent and frenzied. He kept one tit in his mouth and found the buckle of her belt; mouth sucking and fingers fumbling at the same time until the belt fell to the floor and he could undo the last two buttons on the shirt.
He let the tit fall from his mouth and locked his lips onto hers. Then he moved his hands down inside the open shirt, tracing them down her back to the lacy red knickers and then inside them where they grabbed an arse-cheek each and squeezed; hard; pulling her into him and squashing her hand against his cock.
He was rock-hard and turned on now.
He bent his knees a little, moving downwards to kiss her neck but more importantly to get his fingers inside her cunt. She was wet; really wet; and his fingers slid inside easily; two on each hand, under her arse and up inside her wet cunt.
She stood on tiptoe with the force of him pushing her upwards and screamed;
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Suddenly, his fingers were out of her and his hands were on the back of her thighs and he was lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he walked forward four paces and lowered her onto the bed. Feverishly, she undid his trousers while he undid his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and then stepped out of the trousers and boxers, kicking them away. She grabbed his thick cock greedily, pushing it into her mouth and covering it in saliva which dripped down over her fingers and onto the floor. She clamped her lips around it as if it would try and escape, and then sucked it; hard. He put his hands on the back of her head and gently pulled it forward, forcing more of his cock to the back of her throat.
She gagged and he let her head go causing another explosion of saliva from her mouth, covering her hand and his belly.
"Get on all fours," Tom said, pulling her shirt off her as she turned. He patted her arse to move her forward to give him enough space to get onto the bed behind her. He knelt and tapped his hand against the inside of her thighs and she opened her legs wider. He bent down and pressed his nose and mouth against her knickers; pushing them against her cunt and making them even wetter.
Sue moaned; a deep, guttural moan that filled the room and told Tom what he wanted to know; she knew what was coming, and she wanted it; really bad.
Tom began to lick her knickers, pushing his tongue against the lace and rubbing it against her open cunt. She pushed her hips back against his face; desperate to get more of his tongue and his nose inside her.
Finally, he lifted his right hand and put two fingers inside the crotch of the red knickers and pulled the across to the left. Then he pulled the leg of the knickers across her arse-cheek, holding the lacy material in place and ensuring that her cunt remained exposed. Then he placed his right hand back on the bed and slid his knees back, mirroring her pose on all fours.
He slid his tongue onto her clit, causing her to jump, and he began to press the little knub; pushing it, licking it and stimulating it in every way possible.
"Oh, shit, Tom; that's it; right there; right there; please; PLEASE!"
He moved his tongue back and plunged it into her cunt, immediately tasting her juices which swamped his tongue.
Her orgasm filled his mouth. There was so much cum that he couldn't hold it all. At the same time he realised that he was so turned on that his cock was throbbing between his legs; hard and horny as the hand stroked it and caressed his balls and, 'oh that felt so good,' he thought.
Someone else was in the room.
He fell onto his side; his mouth full of Sue's hot cum; trying to swallow and look over his shoulder at the same time. A face appeared in his blurred vision; a face then a voice;
"Hello darling; how does Momma taste?"
Charlie lent down and covered Tom's mouth with hers, forcing her tongue inside and swirling her mother's cum between them. The kiss was frenzied and sexual, and despite his confusion and shock at what was happening; he was as turned on as he could ever remember.
Charlie rolled him onto his back and held his cock upright, using her mother's cum to lubricate his cock, letting it dribble out of her mouth and down his shaft. Tom lifted his head and could see that Charlie was still dressed in the tight boob tube; her nipples now almost forcing their way through the material; and the tiny, pleated skirt. She climbed onto the bed and lowered herself down onto his cock. He lowered his head onto the bed just in time for Sue's glistening cunt to appear above his face and lower itself down.
He had his cousin sitting on his cock and her mother sitting on his face.
The pleasure was intense and he began to lick at Sue's cunt again. Part of his highly stimulated brain was able to think about what was happening.
Sue was not surprised that her daughter was in the room.
Charlie had been completely silent coming in, which meant she had a key. So, if Sue was not surprised AND Charlie had a key then they must have planned this.
Charlie was raising and lowering her hips so he was fucking her without moving. Her vaginal muscles were gripping his cock tightly and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
He was suddenly aware that Sue's movements were becoming more frenzied and, with a scream, she flooded his mouth with her cum for the second time in a few minutes. She climbed off him and then she was kissing him, sucking her own cum out of his mouth and gulping it down, noisily.
"Does she feel good on your cock, darling?" Sue whispered. "Is she riding you and squeezing you with her cunt so that you can't hold back? Well, don't, darling; let it go; spurt all your hot cum into her; that's it; oh, she feels so good, doesn't she? You can't wait to fill her with your thick spunk; that's it; go on, cum for me, Tom."
He bucked and shook as his balls let go and his cock spurted its hot, sticky cum into his cousin's cunt. She raised her hips to let him thrust up into her; two; three; four times until he fell back down, exhausted. He looked up and could see Sue staring at her daughter. Slowly, she took Charlie's face in her hands, closed her eyes and kissed her; softly at first, but then harder. At first, Charlie looked surprised but she soon just let it happen and they kissed, passionately.
"Let Tom lick you clean, darling," Sue whispered and Charlie shuffled up the bed to take over the position that her mother had so recently given up. She lowered herself onto Tom's face and he licked her out, greedily. When his mouth was full, Sue covered it with her lips, sucking her daughter's cum out of her nephew's mouth and into hers. Then she knelt up so that she could kiss Charlie again, swapping the hot cum from mother to daughter and back again.
When they had both swallowed, Charlie looked into Sue's eyes;
"Let's help him to get hard again, Mum," Charlie said, "I want to lick your cunt." Sue grabbed her daughter's face and kissed her;
"Oh, darling; how fucking hot," she said. She lay down again and opened her legs for her daughter. Tom rolled onto his side and raised his head onto his upturned hand; his other hand began stroking his shaft.
Charlie lay on her front and put her face against her mother's open cunt; she began to lick.
Tom watched; transfixed by mother and daughter as they fucked. His head was in a whirl and he wondered if this was the first time they had done it. Then he realised that it didn't matter; it was making him hard again.
Sue looked over at Tom and mouthed;
"Oh; My; God!" at him which gave him an indication that maybe this was their first time. He grinned back at her, reflecting on her two-week sexual journey and how life; for the three of them; would never be the same again.
After a while, Sue said;
"Charlie, darling, come and sit on my face. I've always wanted to know what it's like." Charlie scooted up the bed and positioned herself over her mother's mouth. Sue spent a few minutes examining her daughter's cunt; probing it with her fingers and opening it further with her thumbs.
Then she stretched out her tongue and began to lick.
Tom moved higher up the bed to get a better view and watched as mother and daughter moaned and screamed and ground their respective face and hips into each other. He realised that it was so sexual that he'd been wanking himself without noticing. He caught Charlie's gaze and she mouthed back at him;
"Fuck; Fuck; Fuck!"
Then she looked down at his hand on his cock and raised her eyebrows. He nodded; he was ready to go again. Charlie's screams got louder and then her orgasm flooded through her body and she shook, pushing down on Sue's mouth until the orgasm subsided. She climbed off her mother and kissed her; covering Sue's mouth with hers and lapping up her own cum until they both swallowed greedily. Sue held her daughter's face and whispered;
"Why have I gone all these years without tasting you? Fuck; you taste good." Charlie smiled and said;
"Do you want Tom's lovely thick cock inside you, Momma?" Sue looked over at her nephew, her eyes wild and fiery, and nodded.
"How do you want me?" she asked Tom.
"On all fours so I can take you from behind," he replied. Sue turned onto her front and pushed herself up, keeping her legs wide open this time. Charlie moved around so that she was lying at right angles beneath her mother; looking up at those gorgeous globes. Tom positioned himself behind Sue and smeared the head of his cock with his own pre-cum. Then he eased himself into her, a bit at a time, until she was properly relaxed.
"Fuck me; Tom; fuck me so hard," Sue said.
Tom pushed his cock into her juicy cunt all the way; until his belly met her arse. She groaned and lowered her head right into Charlie's waiting mouth; they kissed; hard; hot and horny; the sexual energy overtaking any reservations that either of them might have had.
Tom began to thrust himself in and out, varying the angle slightly so that Sue got a different feel from him every few fucks. The tip of his cock rubbed against her vaginal walls, stimulating both of them. Tom was completely energised; the sheer debauchery of the situation was such a turn-on anyway but to add in this glorious cunt he was pounding into; and how much he knew she loved it; made it all the more thrilling.
From the moaning beneath him he imagined that Charlie was enjoying herself. He could hear her slurping and sucking on her mother's tits and there were occasional whispers between them as they urged each other on. After a few minutes Tom felt Charlie's left hand on his balls, softly caressing them and encouraging them to release their load.
He plunged back into his Aunt and spurted his cum into her cunt; feeling it bounce off the insides and mix with her own juices.
Sue screamed with pleasure; her own orgasm coming just seconds after his. They bucked and shook and shivered as the sensations raced through their bodies and then Tom felt her grip his shaft with her vaginal muscles; clamping herself onto his cock and squeezing every last drop of cum out of him.
He collapsed sideways onto the bed, his chest heaving. Charlie dived between her mother's open legs, licking and sucking at the hot, sticky cum that dribbled out of her; sucking every single drop out before Sue fell onto the bed and her daughter fed her own nephew's thick spunk to her.
For a while all Tom could hear was heavy breathing; and not just his own. He raised his head to see that Charlie was laying in her mother's arms, her head on Sue's chest. Tom lay back down and said;
"Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Charlie giggled and Sue said;
"Sorry, darling; we rather played a trick on you, I'm afraid." Suddenly, Charlie was by his side;
"Don't be cross, Tom," she said, kissing his cheek, "I got an extra key earlier because we both wanted to fuck you. Mum and I have been comparing notes, you might say, and we thought we'd make your last night special."
Tom reached up and pulled his cousin towards him, kissing her on the lips.
"I could never be cross with you; either of you. It was a wonderful surprise, so thank you," he said. There was a pause while he digested what Charlie had said.
"So, you two?" Tom asked, not quite sure how to frame the question. Charlie came to his rescue;
"No; not until just now," she said.
"Wow," Tom said; "have you thought about it; or talked about it before?"
"That's a great question, Tom," Sue said from the other end of the bed; "Charlie, darling; what's the answer?
"I've thought about it; a lot," Charlie said, "but never thought it would happen. But you've become a different person since Tom arrived; so much more passionate; more, well; more sexual. So it just seemed perfectly natural."
Sue was up and beside her daughter in a few seconds, hugging her.
"It did, didn't it?" Sue said; "can we do it again?"
"Of course, Momma; whenever you like."
The three of them fell asleep, woke up and had more sex, went back to sleep and woke up early on Saturday. Tom went to the bathroom and returned to find Sue with her face buried between her daughter's legs, with loud slurping noises coming from Sue, and moans of delight from Charlie.
Tom sat in a chair and watched his Aunt and his cousin. He was pretty exhausted from the work in the French garden and two weeks of non-stop sex but he couldn't wait to come back.
'You never know;' he thought to himself; 'I might bring Mum with me.'
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"cousin",
"aunt",
"nephew",
"mature",
"old and young",
"threesome",
"lesbian",
"waitress",
"cunnilingus",
"blow job"
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Mom’s Class Reunion Ch. 09
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Taboo/Incest
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The story continues......
********
Standing on the porch as the sunlight from the day was disappearing, the frantic rustling just on the other side of the door was..illuminating. Putting my key in the door, I opened it. There, in a frantic haste, my daughter Stephanie was fighting the clasp on her bra. My husband, John, stark naked, stoicly stood near Steph in a melancholic state, with the realization of being caught.
As the picture before us came into clear view, the shock had followed. A condom wrapper lay on the coffee table, Stephanie's purse and cell phone on the side table, and my husband's penis sheathed in latex.
"What the..." I stated, horrified.
"Mom...it's....not what it looks like," Stephanie faintly blurted out, now pulling her sweats back over her body. Eyes darting back and forth between Stephanie and John, the anger building up in me was more out of surprise.
"Maddie...," John had tried to interject.
Raising a hand in faux disgust, I looked over at Parker. "Don't," I said, resigned. "All I want to know is, how long?"
Seeing the humiliation, shame and downright embarrassment on their faces, brought to the forefront, my own hypocrisies.
"A few months," John quietly said. Seeing a man, almost 300 lbs. lower his head in shame, like the bird that ate the canary, I stood there, reeling.
Looking at Stephanie, who I was upset with, only saying "Mom, I'm so sorry. It..it just.. happened."
Dropping my purse on the floor, I walked over to the couch and sat down. Rubbing my temples, I was genuinely, shocked. I mean sure, I could only assume what their reactions would have been if they learned of the affair I was having with Parker. But at the moment, my mind was a whirlwind. Going back into my mind, the weekend replayed. The flashbacks of every thrust into me, played in my memory. Every moan, every grunt, every time the headboard hit the wall, I just sat there. Then Parker's own words, "I'm in love with you, mom. I want to put a baby in you," played, like a neon sign flashing its' location.
"I.. I.. need to be alone," I said, feeling the room. As I looked at Parker, I winked at him, out of the sight of the others. Getting my drift, my son chimed in, right on cue.
"Let me take these suitcases to your room, mom. C'mon," Parker solemnly said, not meeting his father's or his sister's eye.
As we entered my bedroom, Parkers' next words echoed what my mind was screaming. "Oh.. my... God, mom," He'd say, putting a bag on my bed. "What the hell just happened?"
Relieved in a way, from the jumble in my mind due to the weekends admissions from Parker, the thoughts I'd been fighting suddenly showed clarity. Walking to Parker, I stood on my tiptoes, while simultaneously pulling his shirt down so my mouth was near his ear. "So... did you mean what you said, about wanting to put a baby inside me?"
After saying that, I could see the instantaneous click in his psyche. "Yes, I meant every word, mom. I want to fuck several into you."
A calculated smile appeared before my face as I continued speaking. "Well, it looks like we have..... quite the development before us," I whispered, running my hand through his hair. "What I'm about to propose to you, I need you fully onboard, or this cannot come to fruition, ok?" As his mind tried to register what I'd just said, I could also see confusion.
"Parker, I'd told you I love your father and wouldn't know how to explain a pregnancy due to his vasectomy, right?"
Nodding his head, I then spent the next 15 minutes explaining where my mindset just went to.
**************
As we walked back into the living room, Stephanie and John were still there. Sitting apart from each other, shame still written on their faces, I spoke. "Well this is quite the development," I'd begun, my words soft. Looking at Parker, I patted the spot beside me, signaling him to sit. As he sat, I took his hand in mine. "I think Parker and I need to have space, as this," pointing between the two of them, "Is something we need to digest."
Surprised at how my tone wasn't filled with anger or disgust, John and Stephanie still behaved in a stoic fashion. Seeing my daughters exhaustion wrought on her face, I could tell this wasn't their first rodeo.
"Do you two have anything to say for yourselves," I muttered, trying to sound hurt.
My husband cautiously chimed in. "Maddie, there is no excuse. Stephanie's been here the whole weekend," he'd admit, surprising even myself.
"But, your trip," I started, immediately stopping myself.
Vehemently shaking his head, John continued. "There was no trip. Steph had her airfare the day you two left. She arrived at 2 pm."
Looking at my daughter, and with Parker still silent, I saw Stephanie shift awkwardly in her chair. See how uncomfortable she was, I asked, "Do you have anything to add?" I stated.
"Mom, we didn't intend to hurt you or Parker," she flatly said, not meeting my eyes.
"You didn't intend to get caught," I corrected, now standing. Smoothing out my dress, I began walking to my bedroom. "Parker, honey, please pack enough clothing for a few days," I pointedly stated portraying the calm, yet hurt spouse.
Without saying a word, Parker went straight to his bedroom.
"Please give me time to gather a few things," I continued, "Do not follow me into the bedroom. We'll be staying at the cabin to... think." Even those last few words hadn't sounded genuine to myself.
Walking into my bedroom, I emptied my suitcase of their current contents. After doing 2 loads of mine and Parkers clothes from our most recent trip, I methodically packed.
The next morning, Parker and I left.
*************
That evening, 45 miles outside the city limits, the rain pitter-pattered off the bedroom window. As the fire inside the cabin's fireplace crackled, the sounds of intimacy echoed throughout. Loud creaking of bedsprings and the incessant thumping of a headboard spelled out that afternoons activity.
"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" In the solitude of the four walls, my son and I were in the throes of ecstasy.
"Yes baby..oh, yes," I softly mewled, as my nylon-clad legs pointed, intimately, to the ceiling. Not wasting anytime once we arrived, Parker has been ploughing insides ever since. Looking up at him, solely focused on the task at hand, his hips were overtly active. Every lewd pump in and out of my pussy brought out more incest-filled yelps. "Harder Parker," I encouraged.
As the rain fell harder, the fire crackled moreso. "God mom!" He'd shout, in the solitude of the cabin, "This.. pussy."
Feeling his length and girth bottom out in me with precise ease, my hold on him didn't waver.
"Claim.. your.. pu..pussy..then," I stammered, encouragingly.
With no one around for miles, deep in the woods, we enjoyed our coupling. As the sun was setting behind the clouds and the sky was turning dark, Parker ramped up his activity
"Par..Parker.. oh yes!" I moaned."Give..it.. to..me.." Now at a frantic pace, the creaking of the springs grew more prominent. "Oh Par..ker..Fu..fuck.. me!" I screamed, now, detached.
Hearing the headboard banging relentlessly against the wall, the air was tense. Seeing the sweat culminate on Parker's naked chest, face and forehead, the droplets fell freely onto my tits, now open to my incestuous lover. My own perspiration, not withstanding, the odoriferous emanation about was apparent.
As his shoulders began pushing my legs back, I knew the finale was near. Parkers' sign he's about to explode first starts with his hands regripping my ankles. After, he matriculates his body more prominent into our, already, missionary position. With this action, my hands go from resting on his shoulders, to now holding him tightly as he lay on top of my upturned thighs.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! he scowls, every violent thrust claiming ownership.
"Cum.. in.. your.. moth..mother.. honey," I, once again, encourage, feeling ever rap against my cervix.
After 5 minutes in this position, I feel my son tense. "Mooommmmm!" he'd scream. "Takeittttt!"
"As pulse, after pulse, after pulse painted my passageway, my son uncontrollably spasmed above me, while trying to simultaneously keep our lower regions locked as he emptied his bloated balls.
Now, running my left hand through his hair, I gave him an echausted smile. "Empty..it..all..in me," I laboriously panted. "Cum in me."
Once satiated, Parkers' body ceased. Still in place, the heavy breathing was the only thing louder than the rain outside.
"Ho..holy shit..mom," he finally exclaimed, our sweaty bodies still together.
Patting his butt, I told him gently, "I need you to pull out. You really pounded me." The tiredness in my voice said it all, as we worked to regain our breath. As he tried to back out, I could still feel my vaginal muscles tighten around his semi rigid pole. Steadily, he made progress until his penis fell out of me.
The sight of the aftermath was of no shock. the white foam that had been etched onto his rod, also highlighted my pussy juice that helped to coat his monster. Glistening in the darker room, only illuminated by the fireplace, I felt his load flow out of me. Luckily, a towel was under my body as it stained that, and not our bed.
Gingerly moving my body, now on all 4's, I moved toward my son, lying flat on his back.
"Let momma take care of this," I seductively said, taking his semi-hard cock in my mouth. Taking his full length down my throat, I lovingly sucked any remnants of our love making down my throat. "Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned, as his dick began to rise again. After another 5 minutes, he popped once more, depositing yet, another load, into my stomach. Releasing him from my mouth, I slinked up his body. Eventually, we fell asleep.
***********
An hour later, as I was preparing us a late dinner, our conversation flowed freely.
"So, I have decided to stop using birth control,"I stated, matter-of-fact. "And you," I continued, reaching into the pouch of my apron, "won't be needing these anymore." Pulling out the box of condoms, I tossed them into the trash.
"Mom?" Parker said, confused.
"You said you wanted to pump several babies into my womb if I remember correctly," As I didn't look up from the stove. "You're not re-thinking that. Are you?" The timidity in my voice.
"Well, yeah. I do but..." he began.
Seeing the antipathy in his face, I cut in. "Don't worry about your father, young man. Remember, we caught them. They don't know about us." Reaching for bowls, she began ladling the soup into each. "If everything how I expect things to go when we go back home, we can... accelerate the process."
After we ate dinner, we ended our evening with my son blowing 2 more loads deep into my, soon-to-be, unprotected wound.
*************
"Yes! Oh I feel it, baby!" The next morning, I am on all fours, my head drooping down as Parker was balls deep in my ass. "Claim it! Claim my ass!" I yelped, feeling my bowels expand from the sluicing action within me.
With one hand on my hip and the other, playing with my sagging tits beneath me, my son had woken me with a new found confidence. Every propulsion into my anal passage was followed by repeated yelps. The run that had formed in her pantyhose from my inner thighs had displayed the nastiness of the moment.
"Oh sweetie," I panted, seductively.
Looking behind me, the exhaustion clearly painted on our faces, there was no rush. Noticing sunlight trying to make its' way over the horizon, the grunts that echoed over my
moans were grunts of ownership.
"I'm going to pump your cunt and ass daily mom," The lust in his voice. "I own your.. whole..body..don't.. I," he claimed, accentuating it with each powerful thrust.
"You.. own.. it.. God.. yesssss," I cried, as I held our sheets in a balled-up fist.
For 15 minutes, Parker went from powerful thrusts to teasing my entrance before slamming back into me. In the mirror above the dresser in the bedroom, the site of us in the pangs of ecstasy couldn't be understated. Seeing this early 40's woman, the silver hairs invading what was once youthful, and behind me, my robust, overly eager son dutifully fucking his mother, the air was tense.
"Par..Parker..Yes! Yes!" The more we did it, the more excitement that I felt. "It's.. all.. yours," I cried. Sure enough, the signs of relief began their ascent feom Parker.
"I'm gonna.. I'm gonna," Slamming in my butt as hard as he could, my body would lerch forward. "Mommmmmmmm!!" With one last thrust forward, he wrapped his one arm around my waist, while still fondling my tits.
"Yes Parker!" I screamed as the torrent of his teenage splooge blasted in to my anal cavity. The pulsating feeling, ever present and ongoing, carried on for a good minute. Still lodged up against me, I'd now mostly collapsed onto the bed, smooshing my aching tits on the mattress.
After releasing him hold on me, my son pull out of me. "Puhloppp!" As soon as his overworked bat left my swollen cavity, a cascade of his jizz maybe its' way out of me. Feeling it run out of my, I felt the ooey-gooeyness soiling my hosiery, as they were still fit over my waistline. The gusset area, which was ripped open, allowed the flow to matte my pussy hair and vulva. Cupping down below, I'd managed to stand, albeit, on tired, wobbly legs. On 4" heels, I made my way to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, the shame I'd usually feel hit afterward was not present. Realizing what the immediate future would hold, I made my decision.
For the remaining 3 days of our stay at the cabin, Parker fucked me senseless. Leaving bruising on my inner thighs and swelling on my vulva, I concluded, Parker now could stake claim on me.
************
On our final day at the cabin, It was 11am. In the middle of another torrid session, our bed was slamming into the wall. As Parker was naked, nestled between my upturned legs, and myself, in just a pair of tan pantyhose at my hips, white 4" pumps, and my lace bra pushed over my tits, the aura in our bedroom was frantic.
"Oh yes!! Oh Yes!! Oh Baby, yes!! yes!!" As Parker plunged my insides, we could hear crackling from our open window, outside. The sounds of a vehicle obviously pulling up didn't bring horror, rather it brought a weary smile to my exhausted face. With that revelation, my voice came out soft. "Keep, keep.. fu.. fucking me.. oh God yes! Don.. Don't stop.."
As Parker re-positioned my legs, allowing me to wrap my legs around him as best I could, he placed his weight fully on me. Pumping as hard as he could, now in full missionary, my hands and fingers were laced over his shoulders as I stared up at the ceiling. With a view of the open door of the bedroom, I had turned my head in that direction.
"Yes! Oh Par..Parker, pound momma's pussy," I'd wistfully pant, sweat now accumulating.
Hearing the front door open, Our bedsprings were creaking, uncontrollably. Every thump of the wall was unmistakable. Suddenly, just outside the entrance to the bedroom, what was initially footsteps entering, was now silence.
"What the?" I heard, as my son was focused on fucking me. Hearing the footsteps approach, I waited until the view Parker and I had spoken about came into view.
As soon as I saw them, I said it. "Pump.. that.. ba..baby.. in..into me," the seductive lust flowing. Staring at the my husband and my daughter, mouths now agape, I nibbled Parkers' ear. "Cum in me honey."
With that Parker slammed forward and his body froze. "Ahhhhhfuckyesmom!" Feeling jet after jet plaster my cervix, Parker turned his head, looking the same direction I had my eyes. As my son was emptying into me, the sight of my legs, one pointing upward, and the other, lazily on his back, I spoke.
"John, Steph.. Stephanie," I softly wheezed. "You finally arrived." When Parker tried to back out me, I mouthed, "No," into his ear.
Lying there and slowly catching my breath, the picture before us, now at a loss for words, was priceless. "Hey dad. Hey Sis," Parker would say, as his baby makers were settling in my womb.
"I see you received my text," I exclaimed, patting Parkers' butt. Lifting himself off me, his snake was exiting itself from my body. As it left, our aftermath found its' exit. Running out of my bruised lips, our combined juices found its' way onto the linens and in my pantyhose. As the tan color of my hosiery began to absorb its' share of ick, I just lie there, boobs now drooping off my chest.
Reaching my hand out to Parker, now standing, he helped me to a seated position.
As I say, I hadn't bothered to cover my reddened tits, nor did I make an effort to pull my nylons over my waist. As my husband and daughter slowly looked around the room, the condoms we'd used the first night were now visible. The wrappers they were housed in, on the floor. Several used pair of pantyhose were strewn on the wood flooring with one pair draped over the wooden frame at the foot of our bed.
"Now that the truth is out," I said, taking the tissue Parker had given to me. Wiping my coo, the complete shock on their faces was still present. "You both can quit acting like this is foreign." Making my way to the bathroom, Parker followed me. "We'll be out in a few minutes. Have a seat in the living area."
10 minutes later, we came out. Me, in a new pair of hosiery, but barefoot and a pink, floral sundress. Parker was wearing a pair of sweats and his Vikings jersey. Sitting across from each other, I let the silence fill the room.
A minute later, "How long?" was spoken from my husband.
"Since after my birthday," Parker quickly answered.
Seeing John's face go through fifferent stages, I chuckled. "Now, now," I stated. "No need for feigning disgust, dear. You and our daughter...," my voice trailed off.
"Mom, I..." Waving my hand dismissively at my daughter, Parker put his hand on my inner thigh.
"So, what now?" John implied.
Without hesitation, I exclaimed. "Parker and I spoke and we've decided to have a baby." Seeing their mouths hit the floor, I added. "You two have my blessing to continue whatever it is....." Running her fingernails atop Parker's hand she added, "What Parker and I now enjoy, won't be ending."
Seeing their eyes dart back and forth between them, the realization set in. After a back and forth amongst the four of us, the clear lines had been drawn. "Effective immediately, Parker will be moving into my bedroom. John, unless Parker allows me to be your wife once in a while, this (lifting her dress exposing the swollen vulva under the new nylons on her legs) is not yours anymore."
As he shifted uncomfortably his seat, John finally spoke. "I understand Maddie." Looking at Stephanie, I couid still see shame on her face mixed with a form of unsurity. "What about Stephanie and myself?"
Now taking my sons hand in my and resting them on my lap, I again exclaimed. "Stephanie, Parker only wants me. I am still married to your father, so unless Parker allows, I am off-limits, John." Eventually we split up and went our separate ways.
***********
Over the course of the next month, the changes in our home went smoothly. Parker was permanently in my bedroom. John and Stephanie had an arrangement that he'd come out to her apartment off campus every werkend and when out of school, John and Stephanie would be in her bedroom. Sure, there were times that the night air in our home would consist of headboards denting walls and moans of ecstasy from both rooms, but the air, once thick, evaporated. Sure, when Steph was home, dinners weren't awkward. Parker and I would excuse overselves and he'd fuck his mother into a coma night after night.
3 weeks after my class reunion, I developed morning sickness. So one Friday evening, lying under Parker with my legs pointing upward, runs down my inner thigh of my nylons, my wedding gown pushed over my waist, my veil, cockeyed on my head, and my white heels dangling off my feet from the latest pounding I just received, we were coming down from a raucous session.
Running my left hand, now wearing only the ring he had gotten for me that I'd wear in lieu of my actual wedding band, (Which now, sits on the table in a little jewelry dish) I whispered, "Lean forward a monent." Releasing my legs, they dropped to the beds edge. Leaning forward, I pulled his head down to my to wear I could speak into his ear. "Look on the nightstand," I told him, suggestively. Looking where directed sat a pregnant test with two + signs.
Looking confused, his eyes locked onto mine, questioningly. "What?" He asked, naively.
"You said you wanted to pump a baby into me, right?" I said, a satisfied look on my face. When he finally realized the meaning, a look of shock, then fear appeared on his face.
"You're..." Before he could finish, I nodded my head enthusiastically.
"We.....," I corrected him, as I looked to the mirror aside our bed. "We are having a baby."
With joy on his face, he proveeded to pump me full, for the rest of the night. Down the hall, we could hear John and Stephanie enjoying there relationship.
John and i ended up divorcing. Not out of disgust for each other. Not due to our affairs. Not due to anything other than we had different partners. Parker made clear John could never have me again, and that he didn't want his sister in that fashion.
We ended up selling our home and purchased smaller homes for each of us. Learning we were having twins, I thought Parker would faint. We learned of our twins the day of my 44th birthday. Stephanie became pregnant 2 months after me. Each, respective, pregnancy were successes. Parker and I had 2 girls while John and Stephanie welcomed a girl of their own.
***********
Sitting in our nursery 3 years later, now almost 47, I have birthed 3 kids for Parker. 2 girls, Katie and Ashley and a boy PJ almost 11 months old. 6 months pregnant, yet again, I rub my wedding ring laden hand over the baby growing in my belly.
Yes, we undestand that by law we cannot legslly marry as we are mother and son, but we each wear rings, that Parker bought us, and live like a couple. John and Stephanie ended up moving 4 hours away where she is now pregnant with their second child. All in all, everything has turned out well.
Occasionally the topic of Class reunion will come up. With an exhausted smile, from our routine of at least 2 loads a night in me anally or vaginally, I remind Parker how through it all, the humiliation, being caught in our incestuous affair, and worrying if our luves were negatively altered forever, I'd do it all again if it meant him, admitting how in love with me he had fallen that night. His own mother.
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It Makes Me Happy
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https://www.literotica.com/s/it-makes-me-happy
| 4.37 | null |
Gay Male
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It was perfectly obvious our secret was safe and the next thing to do was to finally be naked. It still felt too good to be true, dangerous, impossible. I could tell he thought something the same.
We had masterfully arranged it all. Our desperate need for this didn't go down one bit when I had first made him cum. Our hunger made us think, conspire, agree, pledge, and plan.
And now here we were, in a dry lab, me allegedly his intern, and the boringness of the subject to most people meant that the annex of a mobile with a lounge, kitchenette, bathroom, and shower (for cyclists I guess) was utterly unpopulated.
I had arrived with a bag of extra toiletries, soap, shampoo, everything, so that I would leave smelling like I always smelled, not smelling like this older man and not smelling like I had been 'exercising'. The paperwork was in, the paperwork of my flawless excuse to be very alone with this man once a week. It helped to be smart enough to accomplish everything faster than people know you can: I wasn't interning AT ALL, I just happened to be smart enough to know the subject anyways.
Despite our isolation and everyone's disinterest in the building, we had locked the door and put a chair against its handle just to treat our justified paranoia with gentle care.
And so, in this boring and hateful little world, I now could easily earn myself hours every week of filthy joy. Theoretically.
Here we were, fast-blinking, heavy-breathing, blushing, and obvious in our need. Neither of ours pants allowed us any subtlety with each other. We had made it to a big old sofa, dusty and broken in but so comfy and broad.
He sat near the corner, and I was sitting beside him now, feet under my bum in a polite little kneel facing him. We let ourselves watch each other's badly hidden erections and I was now slow-blinking at him, smiling at him.
"This just feels too good to be true, y'know? Like, you come here, for... what we talked about? What do you get out of this?"
I gaped at him, surprised. Trying not to be a little offended, and gradually accepting it as flattery.
Offended because he apparently didn't notice the extent of what doing this did to me, for me. Flattered because this was obviously more than worth it to him.
Flashback:
We had traps in common. I was trapped in what's called an education desert, only able to live and get the degree I wanted from one of a few institutions that demanded absolute Christian purity. Mr. Rudolph was trapped in a comphet marriage, where they both accepted the ritual of marrying the opposite sex and buying a home, until she resolved without the language to describe it she was strongly asexual.
We were trapped in identical obligations to enjoy our unhappiness. For ten years I knew, with desperate fervour, how much I would enjoy giving a blowjob to a man. Just specifically that. Just theoretically, as a fantastical little possibility in the distance. Because of the beauty of penises, and the fun it seemed to play with them. He knew he was turned on specifically by men, and his whole erotic landscape was about naked men and touching them.
Trapped.
It was a terrible and dangerous accident that had first made us see catch each other. We didn't notice the pool's hottub had changed settings and the frothing bubbles were suddenly far less shielding. We didn't notice it suddenly wasn't safe that we each were very stealthily giving ourselves precious moments of teasing masturbation to relieve ourselves of the moment of seeing men go by, the precious fractions of a second when someone's more revealing trunks showed a flash of ballsack or an outline of something large and delightfully challenging.
We saw each other in the same moment. Dashing our hands away made it worse, because what we could have pretended was a scratch was replaced with two very very obvious erections in our bathing suits. We looked at each other's flushing faces before looking away. We couldn't safely leave the awkward situation until we were bored enough to put each of our penises to sleep, so we were beside each other until I knew his natural scent and he knew mine.
It didn't help that a bit of time later we saw each other in the changing room just in the wrong moment when our erections were back. I was even trying to will myself back to sleep with a few mollifying strokes when no one was there. We walked away again, pretending everything was normal.
I didn't even change, I left in my now-drying swimsuit, and so I was damp and heaving in the shade of a hot day hiding where the back of the building met trees. And fuck it, once again he was there. And we froze again long enough for us to actually earn erections.
The mutual humiliation was healing. There was no possible way I wasn't in front of someone who associated me with desire. He was older than me, with a soft tummy, balding just a bit, friendly face, and his scandal-erection, now hiding badly, looked just astonishing.
For an hour, we had proceeded with the most dangerous moment of our lives. Unable to deny it, unable to walk awkwardly away anymore, unable to secure a safe plan. Something absolutely desperate and pleading about our erections made us move towards each other; and then, almost touching, our desire moved us to a new location, but only to the space between three nearby pine trees, trees so bushy at the base we were almost in a tent. But in no way truly invisible.
It was there that we began our first desperate fondles of each other, seeing our need in each other's eyes, understanding wordlessly, starting only for a moment with our own erections before it felt impossible not to switch and find each other. It was there that, him not knowing how to proceed, I did a double-take and conspiratorially slid down his underwear.
In that unfathomably stupid moment that could have ruined either of our livelihoods, I knelt and gasped. I gaped and fawned at the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, before I brought myself to actually dare to truly hold it. Its skin was so smooth, and in the sunlight something at the top of its crown of its foreskin sparkled, it bowed gently along its towering height, and I didn't even know testicles could be pretty but they were so pretty.
And then, while he gaped down at me, unbelieving, I impatiently but giddily taught myself what it was to bring a penis into a mouth.
It was far bigger than my jaw could have guessed, but I adjusted, and beyond the taste of pool chlorine (which now and forevermore is my most arousing association, inconveniently) was the taste of something absolutely wonderful that for the moment I was too impatient to calm down and truly investigate.
My suspicions and hopes and wishes were all fulfilled beyond what I thought could be real. In that moment my shivering horny eager curiosity transitioned into a kind of patient trance.
The only thing that convinced me to take this penis head back out of me was my sense of adventure and need for those pretty balls beneath. I lasted for long moments down there, shocked at the salt down below and equally unable to end the moment. But I stared up at the lovely penis above me, in view of the shocked and delirious face beyond, and finally I needed to return. And there I stayed.
It wasn't my most graceful work, though what we found in each other saved my life. Sheer joy and need got me through the moment, though I watched so closely for signs about how to do this right. And whatever he must have been feeling doomed him not to last long in this moment, and all his whispered warnings about what was approaching made me look up just long enough to confirm he wasn't warning me that a stranger was approaching.
Once I figured out what he was really warning me, my eyes widened, and a smiling mouth opened for him and took him as deeply in as possible, out and in and out and in.
Soon enough the taste and the feel changed, starkly. It took me a moment to realise that's actually what had happened. All I could think to do was the obvious, and as his pumps were replaced with a thrust deep inside I gulped and gulped and gulped and hoped my tongue and lips were still doing something nice, never knowing whether I would make it.
And the liquid stopped being replaced. And, still deep inside my mouth, we looked at each other, shocked.
I could swallow?
More to the point................ I just swallowed? I just gave a blowjob? I'm tasting a penis right now? Without the anticipation of what I wanted, I realised the full seriousness and ridiculousness and the stupidity of what I was daring.
Making us have secrets makes joy a terrible risk. And yet? I had just drank an orgasm. Life was for the moment beautiful.
I could make a man cum. I was pretty good at swallowing, and I had found a new favourite hobby.
Afterwards, there was no walking away for us. Even though eventually we were completely spent and unable to give each other anything more, we already knew there was no life without that act happening again, and again, and again, and again. I had whispered, in alarmed pleasure, how much I enjoyed doing that. And he whispered, barely able to stand, that he did too.
I didn't know whether my joy was for this penis or every penis, and I got the impression I wouldn't need to know for a long time.
So we needed a true conspiracy. Within a few minutes, we had worked out together that he occasionally hired clerical interns in biblical manuscript research. Something I already (unfortunately) knew a lot about, and which he didn't actually need help with right now.
And suddenly, with a tiny bit of paperwork, two trapped men had a couple of hours, regularly, to be very alone together in unsuspicious and praiseworthy circumstances.
So here we were, a week later, alone, and though I could again feel the delicious tension in the air, and I was slowly beginning to feel in my bones that (despite the company) it was truly safe to be aroused, Mr. Rudolph (it was somehow fun to keep calling him that) had asked me a stunning question: why I wanted this.
I blinked. And I started a speech I didn't know I had in me.
"What's in it for me? What am I getting out of this? Hold on. I think you've misunderstood. I think you've seriously misunderstood, and I'm surprised you haven't noticed."
Mr. Rudolph looked nervous, and I needed to catch him from withdrawing fast.
"Okay, listen really carefully, okay? I'm not here doing some favour for you. Your penis makes me so, so happy."
As I watched his transforming surprised face I smiled, stood up again, and put my jacket, shoes, and socks somewhere away. I was about to sit down again, but then made a decision, and took off my shirt, pants, and underwear in the same little pile.
I knelt again beside him, my erection now on display and pointed right at what I wanted. I let my instinct to be scared of this exposure fuel me.
"It's beautiful. Like seriously, it's the loveliest thing. And it tastes amazing. And seeing it makes me an even hornier version of myself. And taking something half that beautiful into my mouth is what I've wanted for years and years."
"And when I kneel between your legs and do my new favourite hobby, it starts tasting even better. And I get to know that what I do to you is making you happy enough to make candy for me to drink. And that's just the taste at the beginning. When I taste you enough, and play with you enough, you suddenly give me this amazing, perfect gift, and I get to drink it and I get to watch you watch me drink it."
I transferred from the couch and got on my knees in front of him, between his knees. As he gaped. The knees on either side of my head trembled a little.
"And that's why I'm surprised: last week, when I was surprised by how much I liked it, when I realised that I'm not just fulfilling a horny need but getting a reward I love, you didn't see how happy I was? The happy moans when I realised how salty your whole penis is? The sound I made when I realised your balls taste even better? The fun I had when I made you slippery and jacked off the tiny bit I couldn't reach?"
Together, him with a little more trepidation than me, we took off his pants and underwear. And I continued my little speech. I could feel my pupils were huge.
"The proud grin on my face when I realised that what just happened was cum and that it was nowhere? That it was gone? The fact that when you had an aftershock I claimed it? That I'm good at swallowing and that I found that out with the most gorgeous penis that probably exists? Fred. Listen. We found each other! We turned accidentally finding out each other's secret into the smartest thing we've ever done. You came up with the perfect excuse to keep our secret, the perfect lie to bring us here, again and again, in this place alone, without anyone expecting it, where I can get naked and then give a beautiful penis a blowjob. I can't believe how lucky I am that I get to do that!"
I watched his penis become truly steeled for me, proud and tall and lovely, with pretty curves and what I knew to be truly silky foreskin and an even silkier scrotum.
"We get to have sex! And I am so, so happy that I'm where you want your cum to go. Into my happy mouth. I've never done anything like this before. Just dreamt. I've dreamt so much about this. So did you think I was just really talented? Because I think the reason you feel so good when I lick you is because I'm so happy."
I softly, softly pet the shaft, and the balls, and watched it dance a little for me. And he said,
"You really feel like all that? I've wanted this my whole life. And when I - god I can't believe I'm admitting this out loud - when I jack off, I think about someone doing exactly what you did, and it feels selfish, it feels unrealistic, because in real life they want something in return, right? Like you left happy even though I didn't finish you. That made you happy?"
"Your penis is so lovely. I love it. And it has to mean something that earning your cum and drinking it makes so happy. There's something there. And it has to mean something that just wanting me makes you produce candy for me to lick. My mouth is exactly where you're meant to be. So stop thinking about transactions. Accept that you deserve this touch, accept that your cum is your gift to me, accept that earning it is my favourite thing in the world to do. Accept that we're in a beautiful room, with no one else here, and whenever we're here you get to give your penis to someone who will thank you for cumming. So, Mr. Rudolph, neighbour? Do you have a treat for me?"
I knew he had one, I saw the little pool of slick gleam in the little sunlight that reached the couch, and (with far more nervousness than I was showing, even after everything) I moved forward and watched the silent Yes in his eyes carefully as my lips approached the shaft.
I resisted licking this time. For the next while, I did everything I did asking myself what I would do knowing in my heart there was no hurry and no secret. When each separated lip made first contact with the slick foreskin, my gentle nuzzling back and forth coated my lips in him like lipstick. I let my lips slide softly around him, gathering all this fluid up, and I could feel it web my lips together and web my lips to his beautiful head as I slathered with my little fairy-kisses.
Finally, finally, softly, gradually, I let my tongue rediscover him, and the added element of taste to my horny worship (it could only be called that) almost defeated my patience and strategy in one moment. I continued my soft little kisses, but that first taste led further onto him in one initial indulgent open-mouth drinking kiss.
Mr. Rudolph seemed to also let his instincts take him. His sighs became happier every moment until he took grip of the couch arm and lifted himself. I don't think he even knew exactly why he stood, he just seemed to know that something even more fulsome would happen with this angle of access.
I reveled in how much of a cliche I must look, as my naked kneeling form corrected its height to align with an erection and my face fawned in impatient happiness upwards. I was simultaneously so grateful and for the instant so confident as I knew in my bones what I represented was the foremost dream of many millions of needy penises.
I fulfilled my stereotype as I broke my smile to shape my mouth into something that could receive a large amount of cock and give it the softest slipperiest landing it could. I paid close attention to only his first surprised moan of upgraded fulfilment before I paid attention to what I truly adored. I softly wrapped both sets of fingers completely around the base, and I followed his silent but obvious needs about when to gently stroke, when to massage the testicles with fairy touches, and when to simply point the shaft towards me for a more perfect gulp.
The shaft slowly pumping deep in and out of me relayed so much information to me, with its twitches, relubrications, shape-changes, and moments without movement. I was so new to all of this, porn and fantasy doing nothing to prepare me for what truly makes a penis happy, much less a particular penis, and now it was teaching me, mentoring me, requesting of me, and I worked rapidly to apprentice in this man's orgasm, to make it the loveliest thing I could when it next came.
Every few moments, something I had done had done something so lovely to this shaft, that it froze the moment and stayed there, and the world halted except for a pulsing twitch of curved meat inside my mouth.
The third time he froze the world, his kick-back out of my mouth was followed by an instinctual sitting back down. This time he remained at the edge of the couch and leaning a little back, which bared to me and the room whatever part of him I could possibly want.
My mouth needily followed him, never more than a couple inches away, and once he had settled, I hoarsely whispered, "I'm so happy," before bringing a wide-open mouth and soaked tongue to accept the perfect curve at the bottom of his ballsack inside. I hummed enjoyment as I tasted sharp salt and my minutes-old drool. As its shape transformed (in pleasure I'm sure) in my mouth I enjoyed its new form all over again, aroused by each of the shapes the beautiful thing formed.
I could hear the need in his voice, a desire I was only making worse with my happy tease, and I was happy his hunger for me was foremost in his mind. For the moment, his body acted like it deserved my mouth.
Finally, I let myself crawl rapidly back onto the couch, beside him, and was now looking down at the penis from the other end.
Rotating my body to reach him, I whispered once again, "I'm so happy" before resting my chest on his tummy and engulfing his shaft once more. As usual, first slow to taste what I had earned so far, and then deep and strong in what probably felt like humps to a cock.
I could feel that I was probably doing something impressively acrobatic to my legs to prop myself at just the right angle, and so his wandering hands found me. He didn't quite masturbate me as much as study the shape of me, experimenting with pumps and squeezes, until he found a certain twisting little pump that made me hum in needy delight, filled me more with drool, and pump him more sweetly.
He was actually using my penis as a power button, and he had turned me up.
I had barely been registering how adamant Mr. Rudolph's panting had gotten, just that the sugar from inside him was coming more swiftly now and his testicles were shoring up tightly, but all of a sudden, just at the moment I had hoped I would get my reward, he gently took hold of me under the jaw and gently placed me beside him instead of below him.
In his excitement he found and held me, my shaft and balls held completely in large hands, pointing me up and out, and replacing his hand with his mouth as he siphoned my own desperate arousal from me.
It didn't mitigate things at all that this was my first touches of mouth there, the beautiful act I was undertaking and telling him in no uncertain terms how much I adored his penis and needed its gifts, the first sensation of lip and tongue was already in danger of finishing me.
I whimpered a complaint I hoped he didn't misunderstand.
"Please, not yet, I might cum, I can't, I can't lose how much I need you, let me need you."
I think he understood. He moved to my ballsack far beneath, and further still. As he watched me watch him his lips and tongue slathered softly along the area under my balls.
He watched me slowly thrash my head, left and right, up and down, and the next time I was able to focus my eyes back down, I watched my thrashing shaft, flexing and pulsing needily, and despite the fact that this mouth was now giving me my most overwhelming and perfect seconds of pleasure of my life, I politely whispered pleads to my own penis to not fulfil itself yet. I watched it flex, hoping nothing grey-white burst. Not yet.
And I watched him more, and he broke eye-contact. His tongue wasn't just hitting pleasure points. It was searching. I think he was seeking out fresh salt just like I was, from the most private areas of my skin, a different tang of salt in each area. I knew that desire well. He was enjoying me. Knowing this fully now, I smiled and thrashed through one indulgent moment of joy, before willing my giddy erection to calm down once more.
Mr. Rudolph looked up at me again, maybe checking naively whether this shift in energy was any sort of reluctance. And so I leaned my pelvis back and my head forward towards him, and something in his body knew my meaning and matched my movement until the gorgeous penis, double-barreled shotgun of a shaft with a single pulsing vein up the middle and a shimmering tuft of soaked foreskin that presented each new gift of candy to me, knew to flex, perfectly, pointing outwards towards the adoring president of its fanclub.
With all my fingers I grazed the soft scrotum where my drool still pooled, and my softly-opening mouth touched his head no more firmly than that. I gave the penis a kiss of faith, a kiss that believed I wouldn't lose it, that it was mine to please, that its gift was waiting for me when I wished it.
And I knew the gift was different for whoever took it, and however they took it. Even though this was only my second time accepting him or anyone else in my mouth, I knew that his cum would be different because it was me that was loving it out of him, and I knew that it would be more substantial and lovelier if I earned it with patient love. This was my final reason I showed him my happy gratitude: so he could cum the orgasm of being truly enjoyed, and I could receive the cum that only joy can earn.
So I let Mr. Rudolph watch me softly twist my mouth, and I let him watch me slow-blink my affection, and I let him hear and feel my sounds of calm happiness. And I never sped up. And because I never sped up, I was gifted a very, very long moment of swelling head and flexing shaft and rounded balls and possessed eyes.
Until finally, finally, thank god, the taste of drool and salt and musk and buttercream-like slick was rushed away by the sudden full presence of a liquid impossibly thick and impossibly slippery, rushing wherever it was pushed but moving as one mass. Until a second rush of salty tang rushed in. And I knew if I didn't want any precious reward to be wasted (though he might enjoy being coated in himself) I knew I needed to gulp everything I'd earned quickly down.
And so I did, and I'm glad I did just then, because the movement and sensation of my contracting mouth and throat loved an entire third rush into my mouth, and it would have been too much for me if I hadn't started taking it down into me.
The fullness of his gift had happened, and now, in one of my favourite parts of this moment, once more my drenched and cum-slippery twisting humped deep onto his shaft, and I felt further flexes, bursting forth nothing, just pumping himself dry, causing his cockhead thrash happily around the warm place I was keeping for him.
I slipped the shrinking gift-giver slowly out of me and closed my lips to analyse his final remnants.
I enjoyed how horny and needy I was in that moment. It made even his after-glow more enjoyable for me. I saw in his eyes the first moments of after-glow, the fleeting seconds of remaining horniness I knew so well. He had seconds, and I could see he knew what to hastily do with them.
He led me so softly by my jawline, then my neck, then my elbows, then my hips, right to his chest, and his dripping mouth was neither hurried nor teasing. He gave my needy patient erection a single unending pumping kiss of inevitability. He knew I had no prayer of lasting now.
And sure enough. My first breath was an intake of surprise. My second breath was a whispered "uh". My third breath was a sharply-whispered "OH". Every breath after that sang notes to him as Mr. Rudolph kept softly pumping onto me, always with a kind little corkscrew, and my last moment able to watch him confirmed he was there because he enjoyed my shaft.
I can't describe what his arms were doing. I know they were partly supporting me by the bum, but at least one hand was doing something loving to my balls in that last moment. That was close to being my cumming thought. But what it ended up being, it couldn't have been anything else; the same thing that I had said to Mr. Rudolph:
I get to give blowjobs to this man. I deserve this penis and I deserve its cum. We get to make each other cum. No matter what people are like in the outside world, I'm going to walk home tasting cum from a lovely penis that adores me as much as I adore it. His perfect penis is my happy thought and my mouth is his.
And I gasp-whimpered that one pulse of pleasure that comes just before the cum, the pulse where stopping is impossible, the pulse that warns a partner and invites their chosen final act, and what happens next is how good you'll feel. And he heard me and sloshed my entire shaft back and forth inside him, and my legs and arms hugged his head closely as I burst and poured god-knows-how-much all over the inside of his mouth. He supported what weight I couldn't as my automated movements gently humped his face.
He was strong enough to let my arch downwards happen more slowly than gravity, and my arched head landed first, and, for a lazy moment, perfectly aligned beside my face, I gave his sleepy penis the softest kisses I could, gentle but so fulsome and adventurous. I stole from him all his tastes one last time.
My eyes finally found his face again, watching my penis as he slowly mimicked a masturbation to my soft shaft, but seeing me now.
And I said to him,
"I hope we never stop arguing about which one of us is the lucky one."
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"cock worship",
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"blow job",
"cum",
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Pup Days Ch. 04
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https://www.literotica.com/s/pup-days-ch-04
| 5 | null |
BDSM
|
Chapter 4 -- Pablo/Pup Mellow
*****
'Come on, Mellow, up! We've been calling you for the last hour for your breakfast. You have your training lesson today,' Harry yelled, clanging on the cage.
Pablo stirred awake in his cage at hearing his pup name, squinting his eyes at the sunshine beaming in through the windows. He turned over in his warm, comfy dog bed and covered his face with his mitts, trying his best to block the sun with his paws. He groaned at the assistant handler making a racket and hoped he could get another 10 minutes in bed. He had gotten in late last night after his shift at a café. The pay was helping him put together some savings, but the hours were long and wiped him out.
'Ah, no you don't. Lazy dog,' Harry stood by the entrance of the open cage, glaring in at the pup, his leather boots tapping incessantly on the floor.
Mellow tried to ignore the young handler, but the repetitive noise drove him crazy, like a blinding headache echoing in his head. He moaned and dragged himself to his feet on all fours, growling deeply and shooting Harry an evil look.
'Don't be bold, boy. Or do you need a punishment?' Harry inclined his head, daring the young pup to try him.
Mellow cut off his growling and stared at the young handler, eyeing him up and weighing up his options. With a sigh, he relented. He had to admit, although Harry was only a few years older than him and had an ungainly youthfulness, the young handler had a dominant presence and a way of gaining control of a situation. It made the young pup fall in line to his orders.
The pup strolled out of the cage on all fours wearing his blue hood, leather collar, mitts and pup tail. He shook his head and body, shaking off the sleep and stretching his muscles. He waited patiently as Harry locked the cage and grabbed a leash, securing it to the pup's collar.
'There's a good boy,' Harry petted his head. 'Let's go,' he gave the pup a light pat on the butt as he led him out of the kennels to where the other pups were eating breakfast. Of course, he was the last to get out of bed so the other cages were empty.
Mellow walked on all fours beside the handler, keeping pace as he was led to the kitchen area. It was noisy with pups barking, chomping down their food and drinking from bowls on the floor. Most had almost finished, some already done and allowed to play in the main hall.
'Finally, look who decided to join us sleeping beauty,' Serg said from the sink where he was cleaning some dog bowls from the pups who had already eaten.
Mellow barked, happy to see the deputy handler. He was much more fond of him than Harry.
'You can eat by Bruno here,' Harry detached the leash from Mellow's collar and pointed to a spot by Bruno before going to grab some breakfast for him.
Bruno had his hood off and was licking up some coffee from a dog bowl on the floor.
Mellow sat beside the larger, older pup, who growled low enough so the handlers couldn't hear while they worked at their stations, but the young pup heard it and stepped back a few paces, giving Bruno some space. He wasn't sure what the deal was with the older pup. He always seemed so moody, and the few weeks Mellow had been staying at the kennels hadn't alleviated any of the mystery that surrounded him. All he knew was to steer clear of him.
'Right, here you go, pup,' Harry placed a dog bowl filled with cereal in milk in front of Mellow and then carefully pulled off his hood. He felt the whoosh of cool, fresh air hit his face; he had been wearing the hood all night so it had gotten a bit stuffy.
'Wruff,' Mellow barked and lowered his head to the bowl, slurping up the milky cereal into his mouth. He loved eating from a dog bowl, it really put him into the mindset of being a pup: on all fours, collared, no hands to use, just lowering his head down like a dog and gobbling up his food. Happily, he drained the bowl of its contents, his butt sticking in the air as he wagged his tail, head lowered and paws keeping the bowl from getting away from him. In his enthusiasm, he was quite messy and noisy.
A guffaw came from the direction of Bruno, who rolled his eyes and strolled away on all fours, leaving the kitchen area, clearly annoyed at the young pup's chipper sensibilities.
Mellow watched him go, but just shrugged his shoulders and returned to his cereal as the handlers tidied the room.
*****
'Welcome everyone to our second week of pup play/handler lessons. Lovely to see you all back here again,' head handler Bryce said, holding his arms up in welcome to the pups and handlers crowded into the main hall.
Mellow looked across the room at the others. They were all kitted out in their respective pup or handler gear, ready for a new week of learning.
'This week we are going to be getting you used to the dynamics of owners and pets,' he continued. 'One of the main factors to get into the pup or handler head space is to think of yourself as either the owner or pet. That's what makes the fantasy become a reality, allowing yourself to believe in these roles and trust yourself and the other person enough to inhabit the role of pup or handler,' Bryce spoke with confidence.
Mellow was captivated by his words. He had known about pup play for some time and seen people online doing it, but to hear it spoken with such formality grounded it in reality. He had never really thought about the psychology behind it, rather just had enjoyed the aesthetics of it all.
'We can do this with things like a pup being on the floor walking on all fours or not being allowed on furniture, while the handler walks on both legs and sits on furniture. It creates that dual perspective where each person is inhabiting a particular role and it almost creates a hierarchy where we have the handler in one position and the pup in another. As you can see, we have props here, some furniture so we can simulate common situations that occur in everyday life,' he gestured around the room where chairs, sofas and mats had been set up, almost like a showroom at a furniture store.
'It's important for a pup to get used to being on the floor, whether it's walking around on all fours or sitting or lying down. It helps the pup enter that headspace. Also not being allowed on furniture can do this. It also establishes the handler as the dominant, the one who is still allowed all these liberties, but can help them see the other person as a pup when they are below them on the floor. Let me demonstrate, Rex,' Bryce clicked his fingers and pointed to a mat in the centre of the fake living room setup.
Immediately, pup Rex dropped to all fours and scurried to the mat, happily wagging his tail.
'Good boy,' Bryce strolled over to where the pup was and scratched his head. 'Already you can see because I'm standing on my two legs and the pup is on all fours, the height difference establishes our roles and the hierarchy between handler and pup.'
Mellow had to admit, he was getting slightly turned on by Bryce's explanation of roles and hierarchy.
'Establishing the roles and inhabiting them is the most effective method of experiencing a satisfying pup play session. You have to believe in what you're doing or else there can be mistrust with either the pup or handler or both. So do your best to trust the process.'
It gave a lot for Mellow to think about. Usually, he just threw his hood on and let his pup self come out, but there was also the handler to consider. How did they enjoy pup play? What was a positive session for them? Was there anything they liked to experience?
'We can also use furniture as a way to create a realistic pet/owner situation,' Bryce bent down and whispered something in Rex's ear, who nodded and sat on the ground, before he himself strolled over and sat down on the sofa.
'As we all know,' Bryce gestured to the sofa. 'Dogs sometimes are the most obedient. We love them, we want to cuddle them on the sofa when we haven't seen them while we've been at work, but there are times when we don't want them to hop up on furniture. Maybe they're being disobedient or maybe we just want them to sit on the floor. That's why we need to establish no-go zones. The same is true for pups,' Bryce nodded to Rex.
The jock-like pup scrambled up onto the sofa, jumping on Bryce and licking his neck. There were chuckles from the crowd at the pup's eccentricity.
'Like dogs,' Bryce said, struggling with the beefy pup. 'We need to be strict with pups about what is or isn't allowed. So we tell them firmly: No, boy, down,' Bryce held up a finger and stared at the pup.
Rex took a second to take in the handler's command and hopped off the couch, sitting on his haunches on the floor.
'We use reinforcing language and explain to the pup the rules,' Bryce said to the crowd before turning to the pup. 'Bad, boy. Pups aren't allowed on furniture unless I say so.'
Rex lowered his head in submission, understanding the handler's words.
'The pup understands and we have established the rules,' Bryce explained the situation. 'Now of course, this is just a demonstration, and Rex is a very good pup who knows all the rules,' Bryce smiled before petting the pup for a job well done at playing the part of a naive pup.
Rex barked and wagged his tail under the heavy petting from the handler.
'In these situations,' Bryce continued. 'Pups being on the floor and handlers being on furniture can create that realistic owner/pet dynamic. So where do pups sit you might be wondering. Well, think about how dogs behave when in the home. The pup can lie at the handler's feet,' Bryce waved a hand at the ground and Rex complied with the gesture, lying down on the mat beside Bryce's leather boots.
'Or the pup can sit if they wish. For example, where does Rex usually like to sit when he's at home with his owner?' Bryce smiled, encouraging the pup to show off.
Rex stirred from his lying position and crawled over to beside the armrest of the sofa and sat on his haunches, his chin up proud, muzzle straight ahead, back straight and fore paws in front of him on the floor.
Mellow couldn't help but gaze at the pup's magnificent form. He really inhabited the figure of a pup, his muscles taut almost like he was a dog underneath his human flesh.
'I think I know why he likes sitting here,' Bryce cooed. 'It's so his owner can reach over and give him head rubs,' he reached his arms over the side of the sofa and petted the pup's head.
Rex closed his eyes and lolled his tongue in pleasure.
'But, enough from me, let's get you all practising!' Bryce clapped his hands together.
*****
The room was loud with pups and handlers giving it a go at getting used to their roles, the pups on the floor and the handlers either standing up or sitting on furniture.
Mellow looked around at the others to see how they were doing. Icarus seemed to be struggling with getting into the role of pup. His boyfriend Aaron was encouraging him to just try it out, but the stubborn pup was pushing back, embarrassed to have to be restricted to the floor. He sat on a sofa arms crossed looking down while his boyfriend was urging him to at least try to get down on all fours on the ground. Their heated argument caught the attention of the others in the room on a few instances when their chats rose to the level of yelling.
On the other hand, Zeus and his boyfriend Mark seemed to be getting on astoundingly. The pup sat happily at his owner's feet while Mark petted him from his seated position on a kitchen chair. He seemed a lot more perky than this time last week.
Mellow smiled underneath his hood at the sight of the pup and handler interacting. The couple made a cute pairing. He wondered did they get up to similar sessions at their home.
'I think we know you're pretty good at keeping off of furniture,' Serg stood over Mellow, who was curled up on a mat.
The tall handler looked down at him, his boots just inches from the pup's face.
Mellow yawned and gave a sleepy, but content 'wruff'.
'I don't know how you're always so doozy. We should rename you doozy for all the lying around and sleeping you do,' Serg crouched down and gave the pup a rub along his torso.
Mellow closed his eyes and gave a content purr. Truth be told, he didn't need much if any teaching for this particular lesson. He loved being on the floor, curling up on mats, walking around on all floors, it was all good to him. The only thing he had to watch out for was he sometimes napped in comfy spots and ended up sleeping for hours, which could be a problem if those spots were no-go zones like beds or sofas.
'Good, boy,' Serg cooed. 'I know you're an expert in this area of pup play,' he chuckled.
*****
The lesson soon came to an end and another week of the classes was over.
Mellow waved goodbye to some of the other pups and handlers. He watched as couples left with one another. They seemed happy with another week of lessons, content that they could go home, talk about what they had learned and explore and practise pup play more with one another at home.
Mellow sighed. He was happy for them, but felt a slight glut of envy and loneliness at not having that himself with a significant partner; a boyfriend to share his life with and have as an owner. He had been at the kennels a few months now. He appreciated them taking him in and giving him food and shelter, but it wasn't the end goal. Staying here forever wasn't possible. He knew he had to live his own life and do something, but he didn't know what that looked like. Owners looking to adopt pups had visited the kennels, but each time he perked up, hoping they would pick him, they had decided on another pup. So it was getting to feel like he was in a rut.
'Alright, Mellow?' Harry asked as he cleaned up the room, noticing the pup had lingered in the hall, the last one there.
'Yeah, I'm fine,' he sighed, pulling off his pup hood. 'Just thinking.'
'Oh, what about?'
'Ah, nothing really, just about the future, I guess.'
Harry took a beat to take in the pup's words. 'You're young, don't worry about that kind of stuff too much. And you know you always have a bed here, you know that? There's no pressure to move on.'
'I know, thanks Harry. I'll be ok,' he smiled.
'Good, pup. Want me to get your cage ready for you tonight?'
'Nah, I think I'll take a break from pup mode tonight. I'm just going to rest for a bit in my dorm room if that's ok?'
'No problem. I'll call you when dinner's ready later.'
'Cheers, Harry,' Mellow called, exiting the hall and strolling to his room.
*****
Pablo was sitting on his bed in his dorm room, a sitcom on the TV in the background. He flicked through a college website on his phone, trying to figure out his future. Getting a degree would really help with getting a stable job for some financial security. At 19, his plans for college had fallen apart when his parents had kicked him out because of his fetish, so it was up to him to find his own path. The café job wasn't going to do him forever so he had to put some plans in place. But there was so much admin and paperwork, it was a lot to deal with.
He puffed up his cheeks and exhaled slowly, falling back on his bed and staring at the ceiling. Clear blue sky sat picturesque through the square of the skylight. Slowly, a plane drew a white chemtrail across the brilliant blue as it made its journey towards somewhere unknown. High up there in the stratosphere where it was a different world. It's probably off to some place exotic, I'll bet, Pablo thought, imagining escaping to a far away location with palm trees and sandy beaches.
Sighing, he put the fantasy out of his mind. It was a pipe dream. How could he ever manage a luxury like that? Heck, all he wanted was a bed of his own, somewhere to rest his head and a family who he could call his own and support him. The image of his parents came into his mind - how angry and disgusted they had been when they had found his gear, as if he had committed the worst kinds of sin. How they had told him he couldn't live under their roof anymore, that he was an abomination. He had left the following day, with as much clothes as he could fit in a rucksack and that was it.
He turned over in bed and curled into a ball, shaking the thoughts from his mind as the tears welled up in his eyes.
'Knock, knock,' a voice came from the door behind him.
Pablo wiped the tears quickly and sat up, turning around to see Serg standing at the door, wearing jeans and a casual t-shirt.
'Napping again?' Serg smirked.
'Yeah, I must've dozed off,' Pablo lied, pretending to wipe some sleep from his eyes.
'No worries. There's some lunch in the fridge if you fancy a bite. Just a few sandwiches. I'm just heading out for a walk.'
'Ok, cool,' Pablo smiled, holding himself a bit awkwardly. 'Serg, do you ever think ... you know what, nevermind,' he shook his head.'
'No, what were you going to say?' The handler strolled into Pablo's room and leant against the wall, his body language relaxed and open to give Pablo the space to say what was on his mind.
'Like ... When you were younger, did you ever wonder how it would all work out? I mean you seem to have your shit together. How did you manage?'
'Well first of all thank you for that,' Serg chuckled. 'But seriously. You do it one day at a time. I went through some stuff when I was younger, had a tough time of it, but I got better, pulled myself together, luckily I had some good people on my side. I still have my bad days, and sometimes I don't know where I'm going, but we all have those thoughts. You thinking about where you're going again?'
'Yeah it's been on my mind, and I don't think any owners are going to be picking me any time soon.'
'Don't say that. Listen, you don't know what's around the corner,' Serg walked over to Pablo. 'You're a bright, intelligent, kind guy, and a damn good puppy,' he ruffled the younger man's hair, making him close his eyes and hum quietly. 'Just don't get down on yourself. You've got some years left in you yet, old dog,' Serg tussled him playfully.
'Alright,' Pablo laughed as he wrestled the handler and rolled his eyes at being called an 'old dog'. It was a running joke at the kennels: he had the spirit of an old dog in a young pup's body. It was mostly because of his dozing nature.
'That reminds me, if you're up for it, there's a couple coming in this afternoon. They're looking to adopt a pup. I know you're probably sick of seeing owners come and go, but you know never. Give them a chance.'
Pablo sighed. 'I guess it'll be putting my best paw forward as usual, right?'
'That's the spirit!' Serg matched Pablo's sarcasm, getting up to leave the room. 'Well if you don't feel up to it, I won't pressure you, but I do hope you'll consider seeing them in the kennels. It would be great to see pup Mellow there,' he nodded to Pablo's blue pup hood laying on the desk.
'I'll see,' Pablo smiled as the handler left and looked over at his pup gear.
*****
Mellow lay on his dog bed in his cage, snuggling into the warmth of the blankets. He had taken in what Serg had said and decided to be present in the kennels when the potential owners would be passing through to look at the pups. But he wasn't much up for entertaining. Sometimes he ran up to the cage bars and barked happily, other times he acted goofy to show his playful side, but he really didn't have it in him today, so he was going to be plain ol' dozy Mellow.
'Wow, you've got quite the facility here, all proper equipment and everything,' Mellow heard a voice say. It must be the new owner.
'Yeah, it's a pretty good set up we have here. We want to make it as comfortable and realistic as possible while giving a safe and supportive environment for both pups and handlers,' Serg said.
'We're quite impressed. We've never seen anything like this before.' It was another strange voice. Were there two men looking for pups?
Mellow raised his head to hear better, but remained lying down as Serg introduced the men to the various pups in the kennels, some responding better to the potential owners.
Then the men came to Mellow's cage. Of course. Serg had mentioned it was a couple earlier - it had slipped his mind.
'Oh, is he asleep?' One of the men asked.
'Probably not, this is Mellow, he likes to nap a lot. An old dog soul in a young pup's body, we like to say around here,' Serg explained, giving the men a little chuckle.
'He's very cute, all curled up there,' one of the men said, making Mellow blush underneath the hood.
'I must say, I do love those types of lazy dogs,' the other man added.
'Mellow, want to come say hi?' Serg asked.
Mellow had to admit, from what he had heard them say about him, he was slightly won over. But he didn't want to get his hopes up, like many times before, so he played it cool, getting up slowly, yawning and slowly padding over on all fours to the cage bars.
The pup looked up through the gaps in the cage and gazed at two handsome gentlemen. He felt his eyes go wide in wonder, barely managing to keep his mouth from dropping open, agape.
'Mellow, this is Lance and Jorge,' Serg gestured to the two men.
The two men stood close to each other, holding hands, rings on their left hands. Mellow deduced they were married. They looked like they were in their 50's, slightly grey hair, fit figures, well-groomed, handsome.
What had taken Mellow aback was that not only were they attractive, but they exuded a warm, friendly energy that he picked up on immediately. They had kind faces and seemed genuine.
'Wruff, wruff,' Mellow barked, wagging his tail. He had liked some owners before, but this was different. It felt like an immediate connection.
'Think he likes us,' Lance smiled, moving a hand cautiously to the pup, who allowed him to pet his head. Jorge did the same.
Mellow closed his eyes and let himself leave the room, existing in the bliss of just being in the presence of warm, caring individuals. He purred quietly.
Both men's eyes sparkled as they gazed down at the pup, falling in love with him. They glanced at one another and smiled, a secret message passing between them with just a look.
*****
Pablo sat at a desk opposite Lance and Jorge, out of his pup gear and in casual clothes so he could chat with the two men. They had been chatting for ages, but what had felt like only a few minutes, Serg giving them the space to chat. The connection had been immediate, all of them getting along with one another. As he sat speaking to them, he felt more at home with them, almost like they were family already. Pablo had spoken about his past, his family, how he had been thrown out, his journey to the kennels and his hopes for the future. The men had also given him their story and their past.
'I would want to be with people that are supportive and I guess like a family, because I don't have that anymore,' Pablo said.
'Well we're glad to hear that because it's what we would want, someone to be our pup, but also that we can take care of,' Lance said.
'And we're happy to support you in your plans, it sounds like you've got ambitions with your eyes on college.'
'I hope so, I guess I just want to feel secure.'
'You will always feel secure with us, pup, I promise,' Jorge said.
Mellow felt a wave of emotion, the warmth coming from the men was almost overwhelming.
'You guys are amazing, I've never felt this way before. I mean, like I'm quite attracted to you both, but I also feel a lot of love from you,' Pablo laughed.
'Well we feel that for you and from you too, even just being with you a few hours,' Lance said.
'So have you guys ever owned a pup before?'
'No, we've only ever had fun with pups, like once-off sessions. It was always something that we wanted, but it never felt right with any of the pups we met, I guess it's because we are both protective of our relationship and we don't want to introduce another person unless it feels right for both of us. And from interacting with you as a pup and talking to you, I can definitely say we click with you,' Jorge said.
'I feel the same as you, I just felt your energy as soon as I saw you and I knew,' Pablo was almost in tears. 'So what would the setup be, like a throuple?'
'Yes, I would say we would be a throuple, and then also you would be our pup and we would be your owners, if you're happy with that?' Lance asked.
'I would love that,' Pablo smiled, hardly believing what was happening. He had waited so long for an owner and now he had two.
'So ... I guess we should formally ask you, Mellow, will you be our pup?' Jorge asked, cheeks wide in smile.
'Yes, wruff! I'd love to be your pup, will you be my owners?' Pablo asked coyly.
'Of course!' The two men said exuberantly.
The three men got to their feet, hugging and kissing in joy having sealed their new arrangement.
Soon after, Serg returned, congratulating the trio and preparing the paperwork for the ownership.
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Wife Discovers His Secret Ch. 03
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3rd Chapter in Series: Wife Finds Husband's Hidden Secret
Chapter 1:
After her husband leaves on a business trip, Bree is cleaning the house and finds his old laptop. Wanting to use it to get more organized she decided to start using it after she was done cleaning. Once she found the search history, she was in for a whole new mindset.
Bree found out that her husband was cheating on her, but not the normal cheating. He was submitting to a man online, and once in person, all while telling that man he wanted him to fuck Bree. Also telling the man of his fantasies to see Bree fuck their personal trainer Blake.
After the initial shock and angry, Bree continued to read more of the conversation leading to conflicting feelings. Yea she was hurt and angry he would cheat, but the things she was reading, and the video she saw seemed to turn her on way beyond what she thought was possible. Now it seems like Bree is wanting to use her new information to make things work for her.
Chapter 2:
Bree woke up the next morning, still determined to see her new plan through. First up she contacted Rick, Liam's online master. After initial hesitation from Rick, Bree got him to confirm everything she had read, before letting him in on knowing more than she led on.
While talking to Rick, she loved the teasing aspect and continued her plan, having Rick agree to not only coming out in a few days, but also buying her new lingerie for the night, and keeping the secret from Liam. All of which he not only agreed to, but had confirmation to Bree by the end of the evening.
Her next step was to convince Blake to partake, and after a very flirty workout session she had Blake come over to her house. Explaining the situation and what she wanted, Blake agreed after confirming he didn't have to do anything with Liam, just help Bree humiliate him a bit during it. The sealed the plan with Bree giving Blake an amazing blow job, and Bree going to sleep with her plan in place.
Characters:
Bree - She stands at 5'7 without heels, 5'11 with her favorite super sexy pair. Bree has lovely long brown hair with curls in it so it goes just past her shoulders and deep green eyes. Her boobs were still holding strong and lifted at age 32, as she carried around her 36c cup boobs. Bree's ass was also a bit thick and plump, not like porn star plump, but each cheek spilt over to give her a sexy round ass.
Liam - He stands in at 5'8 and even with going to the gym often he still has a smaller slender build. He has normal straggly black hair and brown eyes, and his body is average, definitely lacking compared to his wife's. He has a 5 and a half in cock, but due to his inability to fuck dominantly he is unable to get his wife off with his cock, having to rely on his pussy eating skills.
Blake - Is Liam and Bree's Personal Gym Instructor. He stands 6'1 and is impressively built. His chest is very defined and his arms strong with the perfect amount of muscle. Blake's cock being impressively thick and seven and a half inches.
Rick - Is Liam's online Dominate. He is 42 years old and stands at 6'1 with short black hair and brown eyes. He has an easing going smile and his body is well kept together, especially for his age. What sets him apart is his cock, he has a 9 inch long and rather thick cock.
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As Bree laid back on her bed she checked the time before putting her phone down. Normally at 4pm on a Friday she was checking her email and making sure she sent up updates on all her work for the week, but as she took off a bit earlier today, she was already home and resting.
Her husband Liam is still at work until 5:00pm and wouldn't be home until 5:30pm. That is when all the real fun started, Bree knew. As she laidback, Bree's mind went to all that has happened since Liam returned from his work trip on Tuesday evening.
Liam returned home on Tuesday night, getting home just an hour after the delivery of the items Rick bought for Bree. As she knew Liam would be home soon, Bree only had time to open the box and check out the items, before stashing it away in the back of the closet. As the night went on, Bree found it easier to get by with her new knowledge and most importantly her new plan.
On Wednesday she checked back in secretly on Liam's hook up site and his email, finding that Rick was keeping his word about not saying he spoke to Bree, but also using his new desire to keep pushing Liam. Bree read through a few of their messages from yesterday and that morning. Liam really getting into the cuck fantasy as he mentioned over and over again wanting to see Bree orgasm all over Rick's cock.
Reading those messages got her juices flowing, and she wanted to tease as well. She got home a bit earlier than Liam, hurried to her box of new items and tried on a new pink bra and pink cheeky underwear as well as the see through blue night gown and thong combination. She took pictures in the both, first texting them to Blake, while also reminding him to keep their secret when the couple work out with him later.
She also sent the pictures to Rick, asking if he thought his purchase was worth it, when he responded later that night he not only agree it was a great purchase, but also offered to buy her more and more whenever she wanted. Bree loved the sound of that and figured she may take him up on his offer, but she still had all these new ones to wear first, and to see how the weekend actually went.
The work out session with Blake on Wednesday went better than Bree even expected. Blake played his part well, and kept the contact to a minimum as usual, but Bree noticed him staring a lot more. She wore her normal work out gear as she didn't want to overplay her hand yet, but made sure to push out her ass and boobs more during the work outs.
She caught her husband looking and smiling of course, but also saw a few times when he noticed Blake staring. Bree having to make sure to not smile wife herself when she saw that her husband smiled after seeing Blake stare at her. That evening, Bree decided she wanted to test out if he liked it as much as he seemed to.
He showered first, and then she followed, but came out in only a pair of lace underwear, her 36c cup boobs fully exposed. The couple started to kiss and a few minutes later, Liam was slipping inside of his wife. That's when Bree started her test, not expecting it to go long if it worked.
"Oh baby, please go slow. That work out Blake gave us made me so sore. It felt like he made me stretch things I never had before." Bree whispered into her husband's ear as he started his first thrust into her.
Bree had to bite her lip and close her eyes to stop from laughing at what happened next. Liam came just one thrust into her, his cock quickly twitching and unloading into her.
He quickly apologized for finishing so quickly, offering to go down on Bree. She told him it was ok as she was sore like she said and maybe some sleep would help. Bree could tell he was a bit disappointed by not being able to eat her out, or give her pleasure, but Bree knew on Friday all of that would change.
On Thursday, Liam had to get to work early, and luckily Bree was able to start her day from home. She was able to wash all of the new things she got in the package Rick bought, as well as try them all on. The last one she tried on being the wedding lingerie. Between how amazing it looked and felt, the taboo nature of it all, and the fact that she was finally going to get fucked like she desires, it all felt perfect.
She didn't send any pictures out or even take any, as she knew that just a bit over 24 hours from then, both Blake and Rick would get the real life view. The extra time also allowing Bree to figure out what she would wear for Blake, as Rick's request was very much planned. She wanted it to be naughty so she picked green cup less bra, and a green thong. Thongs weren't something she wore often, but she felt naughty and sexy in them, and knew that's what she needed to feel for it all to work to her liking.
Thursday evening and Friday morning for the couple was as normal as could be. Bree acting like nothing was new, or that she didn't have a plan that was going to bring lol of Liam's hidden desires and naughty behavior to light.
The sound of a text coming in brought her back from her long day dreaming. A text from Blake saying he was a few minutes away. Bree sat up on the bed and rolled off of it, going into the closet to grab a shirt and a pair of shorts, the special green outfit for Blake already on as she was laying in it.
As planned Blake got to the house at 5:15pm. Since Bree gets home on Friday's before Liam anyways, she parks her car inside the garage, so she had Blake hide out there until she came and got him. Before leaving him alone she turned back to him, got close to him and kissed him passionately. Blake returned the kiss, pulling her up and holding her up by her ass as they made out.
Bree pulled back as she smiled and said, "I want you to fuck me hard and rough. Fuck me like a whore while he watches." She said to him before kissing him again.
When she pulled back again he placed her back down and smiled at her. "Don't worry, I have been planning on doing that for a while now." Blake said with a smile as Bree headed out of the garage. She slipped into the guest bathroom and made sure she was cleaned up again. Her pussy already started to get wet, but she only cared about making sure her face and outfit looked good.
Just a few moments after getting back into the living room, she heard her husband's keys in the door. It's show time, she thought.
Liam came in and dropped his bag by the door, walking over to Bree and giving her a hug and a kiss.
"How was your day?" Liam asked after the kiss.
"Good, but I'm hoping maybe we can make it great." Bree said playfully biting her lip and running her hand along Liam's arm.
"Right now?" He eagerly asked.
"Why not? Or is that a little to spicy for you?" She teased.
"No, I love when you're spicy." Liam happily said.
Bree pushed herself into Liam, looking at him in the eyes. "Is that what you want? For me to spicy things up and be a little naughty?" Bree sexily teased.
The smile on Liam is huge, and Bree could feel that he was already rock hard. "Yes." He replied, stuck in a sexual daze now. Bree grabbed his hand leading him to the bedroom, and pulling him to the bed.
"Oops." She playfully said. "I forgot something very important out there, why don't you get undressed and I'll be right back." Bree said, as she quickly took off her shirt and shorts, showing Liam the sexy bra and underwear for the first time. She smiled as she knew he would be to distracted and horny to question when and where she got the new items from.
Bree smiled at her husband as she teasingly closed the door telling him she would be back in a moment. She hurried to the garage door and quietly opened it, and motioned for Blake to come in. She shut the door just as quiet and whispered to Blake to take off his shirt and shorts. Bree almost jumping on him then seeing his amazing physical presence and body.
She grabbed him by the hand and walked to the bedroom door. Bree expected herself to be nervous, but instead she was just horny and lustful. Desperate to feel Blake inside her, and even more desperate now to make Liam watch. Let him finally see how a real woman should be fucked, she thought.
Bree let go over Blake's hand and motioned for him to stop outside the door, and she turned to go in with a big smile on her face, and the front of her underwear already a bit wet from her juices.
"Are you ready honey?" She said to her husband as he laid back fully naked, his five and a half inch cock standing straight up.
"Oh yeah." He quickly said with a smile.
"Good, because I think it's time we find out if you truly want your fantasies." Bree told him and saw a quick confused look on his face which turned to panic as he saw Blake enter the room in only his boxers, and his hard cock already slipping out of the open slit.
A look of panic stayed on Liam's face as Blake went behind Bree and placed his arms over her shoulder and started to rub her exposed boobs while Liam just stared.
"Is this not the fantasy you wanted?" Bree asked the stunned Liam.
"What? How?" Stumbled out of his mouth.
Bree could feel Blake's thick hard cock rubbing against her ass, and didn't want to waste time with explaining everything she knew at the moment to Liam.
"Answer my question first." She told Liam, placing her hands onto Blake's and letting him guide them as he continued to touch her.
Liam's head went down in a bit of shame. "Yes." He said softly.
Bree knew he was a bit hurt and stubbed, and while she felt bad, she knew he brought this on himself, and she was only doing what he said he wanted.
"Don't look down honey, or you will miss your lovely wife sucking Blake's big thick cock." Bree teased her husband, seeing him look up at her. "Or are you waiting for when he puts it deep inside my pussy?" She asked, seeing him twitch a bit at that, but also give a hint of a smile. Bree also saw his cock happily twitch at that comment too.
She turned her head to look at Blake. "His words aren't saying it, but his cock sure is. He wants you to fuck me." She sexily said to him, and he immediately went to kissing and biting on her neck, making Bree moan.
Liam was holding his upper half up with his elbows, his lower half still naked, hard, and laying on the bed. Bree knelt onto the bed and crawled onto it, stopping at the edge of the bottom of the bed, her ass pushed out for Blake to have full view and access to. Her boobs hanging down just above Liam's cock.
She looked Liam in the eye, and turned back to Blake. "You can spank me if you want to." She said as she playfully bit her lower lip. A spank quickly done on her right ass cheek, and as she moaned, Blake slapped the left one. Bree staring right at Liam as she moaned again from the second spank.
"Fuck that's a sexy ripple." Blake said admiring Bree's ass.
Again smiling at Liam before turning back, Bree said, "I'm glad you like it." She said and watched as he again spanked her, Bree staring at him now with lustful eyes. He continued to spank Bree as her head turned back to look at her husband. Liam still just sat there, fully hard, but not a word spoken.
The spanking stopped and Bree was going to look back, but felt Blake staring to remove her thong. She smiled and while still staring at Liam said, "he's taking my thong off. I hope that means he is going to fuck me." She teased.
Liam's hand finally touched Bree's pussy, sending sparks throughout her body, and more desire into her eyes.
"Damn you're so wet already." Blake said with a huge smile, as he started to slip off his boxers.
Bree made sure to have full eye contact with Liam before replying. "I just can't wait to feel a big thick cock in my pussy for once." She begged before adding. "You want to watch him fuck me right honey?" She asked Liam.
Liam just sat there for a moment before nodding. Bree laughed a bit and looked deep into his eyes. "Say it baby, tell me you want to see it." She teased Liam, feeling Blake starting to tease her pussy by sliding his cock up and down her pussy lips.
"I want to." Liam said softly.
"Baby we can't hear you. Blake's big cock is teasing my needy pussy, tell us what you want." She said a bit more desperate.
"I want to see you together." Liam said a bit louder but still not good enough. This time Bree was surprised as Blake chimed in first.
"Come on you little cuck! Admit to this sexy wife of yours what you want to see me fuck her. To make her moan in your face and orgasm right above you, showing you how a real man fucks his woman." Blake commanding told Liam.
Hearing Blake talk like that only made Bree hornier. Fuck, she thought, if Rick was like that she was going to have a hard time saying no time him. She looked back at her husband when she heard him speak again.
"Yes honey, I want to see Blake fuck you." He finally admitted out loud to his wife.
"Good, because I'm so horny and need a good rough fucking, and that small and quick exploding cock just won't do." She said, and playfully slapped his cock, seeing him store but also smile a bit.
She didn't have time to turn back, as just after she slapped Liam's cock, she felt Blake slide into her soaking wet pussy.
"Yesssss!!!!! Ohhhhh fuuuuucccckkkk!!!!" Bree started to moan as Blake slid inside her. Inch by inch he slid his cock in, Bree moaning out combinations a curse words and yes's as he continued.
Once he was fully in, she looked up at her husband. "His cock is so big honey. I feel so full and stretched out." She told him, pushing her ass back a bit to give Blake the hint that she was really ready for him.
Bree felt his hands grab her naked hips, and he started to thrust in and out of her.
"Soooooo biiiigggggggg!!!" Bree moaned as she started at her husband. Her body slamming back and forth as it met the rhythm Blake built up fucking her.
Moment later, she felt an intense feeling she hadn't had in ages. She knew it was an orgasm building, but she started to panic a bit as it felt like it was going to make her burst.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." Was all she was able to get out as the orgasm took over, her pussy feeling like it exploded with gushes and gushes of her juices. Bree's body now be held up by Blake holding her hips, her face now laying on her husband's stomach. She could feel his hard cock poking her.
Blake continued to pound away inside Bree's pussy, and when he gave her a hard spank, her body shot back up and she moaned from the pleasure.
"Heeee...... made me....... Cummmmmm." Bree stumbled to say to Liam, as the intense fucking continued. She could feel her boobs slapping Liam's cock as they moved back and forth from the pounding, and looking into his eyes she could tell he was loving it as much as she was.
Bree turned her head to look back at Blake. "Yes baby!!! Keep fucking me like that." She begged and saw him smile. Just as she turned her head back she moaned again as he spanked her ass.
A few more deep thrusts and Bree again felt the intense feeling coming on again. Before she could feel her own orgasm, she felt ropes of cum landing on her boobs. She looked at Liam who looked both satisfied and ashamed that he just came. This time just from watching his wife get fucked and her boobs slapping his cock as they went back and forth.
She was about to verbal mock him, but another deep thrust into her pussy and a hard spank combination, made her own orgasm rush to explode. Once again having her body feeling like it was going to collapse, and her pussy felt like it let out gallons.
"Fuck, I haven't had a squirter in a while." Blake said as he continued to fuck an exhausted Bree. A squirter Bree thought? She never squirted in her life, but as she started to realize how juicy the fucking now sounded, the slaps sounding like they were on wet bodies, and feeling how her thighs were soaked, she realized she did squirt.
The little energy she did have, seemed to instantly get back to a full tank as she realized that. She never knew she was a squirter, but also she had never been fucked like this, and it was no evident that she was in dire need of a good fucking before this.
She lustfully smiled at her husband who was now soft, but staring intently at the action. She again turned back to Blake. "Cum in me, cum deeper than his tiny cock has ever been." She begged.
Bree saw Blake smile and a determined look come across his face. As she turned back she felt his right hand leave her hip, but slid across her front and down, his fingers quickly finding her clit. He continued to pound into her, as he added his fingers and teasing to the mix.
Bree's body felt again like it was going to explode with pleasure. Her right hand holding her up, and Bree now moving her left hand to her boob and pinching her nipple.
"Ohhhhhh yesssss!!!" She moaned as the pleasure all over her body was taking over. Blake's thrusts now going quicker, and his fingers pinching and teasing her clit again perfectly, she felt the explosion once more.
"Fuuuuccckkkkk!!!" She moaned, "Yeeessssssssss!!""" She added right after as her pussy first exploded with her juices, then instantly felt Blake filling her pussy right back up with his cum.
Once he came removed his hands from Bree, her body collapsing onto her husband's lower body. She looked up and saw him smiling from ear to ear, matching the same smile she had.
"Damn you soaked the hell out of this comforter." Blake said with a laugh. Pointing at the huge stain that Bree's thighs were in.
She rolled off her husband's body to the side of the bed and sat up with a smile. "I didn't even know I could squirt." She said.
"Oh you're a damn fire hydrant." Blake said with a laugh.
"I guess when you get fucked by a cock like that it's only natural." Bree said with a giggle.
Blake smiled. "Naw, I have fucked many women before and only a few squirted, but none like this." He said with a huge smile.
"Well it felt crazy. I never felt the orgasm though out my body before." She said happily.
"I'm glad to help you with that anytime you want." Blake said.
"Monday after the work out then." Bree quickly said, remembering Blake holding her up by her ass in the garage, and wanting her to fuck her like that against the wall. That desire made her not even look at her husband for agreement, but when she did she was glad to see he was still smiling as Blake said he would be happy to come over then.
Bree told Liam to get off the bed, grabbing the comforter and her bra and thong and putting them in the wash as they were all soaked with her juices. The sheets would go next but for now she just changed them as the men got dressed and just watched on as her naked body moved around the bed putting the new sheets on.
In the living room before leaving, she gave Blake a nice long and passionate kiss, thanking him for coming over. He playfully slapped both her ass cheeks before leaving, and smiled as he walked out the door, Liam shutting the door behind him.
Liam turned to his still naked wife, Blake's cum staring to drip out of her pussy. Just as he was about to say something Bree took control of the situation. She needed to as so far only half of her plan was completed, and she didn't want to spoil the big surprise.
"I want some pizza. Go grab us a pizza from that fancy Italian place near the mall. We will talk later after we eat, I need to shower anyways." Bree told him and just walked off.
She walked to the bedroom and into the bathroom, hearing Liam come back in to grab his wallet and keys, and quickly leaving again. She knew that would give her about 45 minutes, and when she heard the door to the house shut, she slipped out of the bathroom to grab her phone.
Bree smiled as she saw she had two texts from Rick. She finally gave him her number that morning as she knew Liam wouldn't find it in her phone then. The first was from 35 minutes earlier saying he landed, and the next was only 15 minutes ago saying he just got the rental car and was headed over.
She quickly replied that it was perfect timing and hopped into the shower. Cleaning all her juices off, as well as Blake's out of her. She wanted to have Liam clean the juices out himself, but also hadn't ran that by Blake yet and didn't want him to get weirded out by it. Definitely wanting the experience with him to continue no matter what came out of this weekend.
After drying off and fixing her hair, Bree hurried to the closet and pulled out the outfit that was purchased by Rick. First the white see through teddy, her boobs looking amazing and delicious in them, same with her ass, as her semi round ass looked really sexy and plump with how tight it squeezed her. The garter belt and white stockings made her feel amazing as she never wore them before, but instantly got why others did.
She turned and smiled as she looked at her wedding dress. She put in on a few times that past couple of days, even yesterday while trying on the wedding lingerie, but now it just felt so different. A very good different she felt, as she pulled it off the hanger and slid into it.
Bree barely got out of the closet when she got two texts. One from Liam saying he was on his way back, and one from Rick saying he was minutes away. She smiled as timing again would work out perfect, Liam would be back in 20, and when he returned he would be in for a bigger surprise.
Minutes later the doorbell finally rang, Bree hurried and opened the door, smiling as she saw Rick for the first time in person. He cleaned up really well is her first thought, as she felt he is more handsome in person. His body still in good shape based off his frame. Ricks's eyes scanning Bree up and down, his smile saying just how happy he is.
"Come in." Bree said as she smiled.
Rick came in, a rolling bag with him. Bree took it and quickly walked out of the entry way and took it to the guest room. "We will hide that there for now." She said with a smile
"You look amazing." Rick told her.
Bree smiled and blushed a bit. "Just wait until the dress is off." She teased with a wink. "I'll give you a tour later, but we need to make sure we are ready when he gets back home." Bree told Rick. Her original exhaustion going away during the shower, and now her lust and energy levels felt even higher than earlier.
As they walked to the room, Bree felt Rick lift up the back of her dress, stopping her in her tracks. His hands quickly moving to her pussy, and slowly rubbing it softly. Rick leaned into Bree's ear and whispered. "I wanted to feel how the first meeting left you, and it seems you rather enjoyed it." He said and bite playfully at her ear before pulling back and letting her go.
Bree turned around and gave Rick a naughty smile. "Oh I did enjoy the first part of my plan, but I showered and dried off, so that wetness is all from you." Bree said.
Rick looked at her with a smile and asked, "is that from seeing your husband turn into a cock sucking cuck, or because his master's big cock is going to be in you soon?"
Bree leaned up and pulled Rick in for a deep kiss, it only lasted a few seconds before she pulled away with a big smile. "Both, but right now mostly that second one." Bree teased.
Rick smiled and started to walk to the bedroom at the end of the hall, Bree right next to him. As they got into the room Bree jumped on the bed and got on all fours, with her face facing the door.
"No I want you on your back." Rick said as he took off his shirt. While he wasn't as chiseled and tone as Blake, he still had a great body, and Bree was really starting to appreciate the taste her husband had in dominate men.
Bree watched on as Rick slid his shorts and boxers down, his cock springing out, already the size of Blake's huge cock, and she knew it still wasn't fully hard. Seeing that she rolled onto her back and slid her head off the edge of the bed. Looking upside down at Rick now, her lust, passion, and desire finally took over.
"Slide that big cock into my mouth master." She begged.
Rick smiled wide hearing that. "Master?" He questioned.
"I told you, I was going to give into his fantasy and try it. He wants us both to submit, so after you break him in with the first fuck, then show me how you would really dominate us both." Bree said passionately and confidently.
"Fuck you are one kinky and sexy slut." Rick said and moved over to her, and in one quick motion started sliding his cock into Bree's open mouth.
Bree quickly adjusted to the new sensation. With her laying like this, it allowed Rick to get deeper into her mouth and throat, but she still felt like she wasn't going to be able to take all of it. Especially now that it was fully hard, and she felt her gag reflecting coming on and she still had about and inch and a half let.
She kept at it, but after a few minutes Rick pulled out. "I would love to full stretch that throat, but we should get in position since he should be home soon." Rick said, Bree a little glad for the break, but also wanted to prove to herself she could take the whole cock just like she saw Liam do.
Rick moved from the bottom of the bed to onto it. Getting on and sliding between Bree's legs. She pulled her dress up a bit, and really wanted to take it off, but knew this was part of the plan and wanted to do it. With how wet she got from sucking Rick, he was quickly able to slid the head of his cock into Bree.
Still a bit stretched out from earlier, the entrance he made didn't cause any pain, but his quick thrust to go balls deep in her did. "Ohhhhh fuuuuucckkkkkk!!!!" Bree yelled as Rick bottomed out.
"So, so, so, biiiggggg!!!" Bree moaned as Rick started to slowly pull out and slowly slid back in.
"Such a tight pussy for a slut." Rick told her.
"Ohhhhhh." Bree moaned, unable to reply as the sensations she felt from her pussy to every part of her body took control.
Rick slowed his pace and leaned down and kissed Bree. That instantly calmed Bree down, melting into the kiss, the slow thrusts in and out starting to feel way more pleasure than pain. They continued to kiss deeply and passionately, Rick still only slowly fucking Bree, knowing once Liam came he would up the tempo.
The kiss stopped as they both heard the front door open, and moments later close. Bree biting her lip to stop from moaning, while also rubbing her hands all over her boobs through her dress. She looked at Rick as he was staring intently at the bedroom door. A few moments later, Bree heard Liam's footsteps getting closer to the bedroom.
Bree still holding back her moans as Rick was still slowly fucking her, but so deep it felt like he was fucking her whole body.
Finally Bree saw Rick's smile grow ten times, and heard Liam's voice. "Rick?" He said.
"Rick?" Rick questioned him.
Bree tilted her head to look at Liam, he was looking at her in her wedding dress, and back at Rick who was naked fucking Bree.
"Master." Liam said and put his head down in shame.
"That's better you ungrateful slut. Your beautiful and amazing wife allowing you to live out your fantasies and this is how you great me." Rick commanded of him.
"Ohhh yessss!!!" Bree moaned as Rick finally started to pick up the pace, and hearing him talk like that to Liam really turned her on.
"How?" Liam asked as he still stood just inside the bedroom door.
Rick laughed, leaned down and kissed Bree passionately as he started to really thrust into her. Her fingers scratching at his back, the pleasure sensation all over her body. Rick broke the kiss and looked up at Liam.
"I'll let this whore explain it all in detail to you later, but what you need to know is that she not only found out your a cock sucking, dick taking slut, but that you want to watch your wife have sex with a real man who can please her." Rick said to him, Bree seeing his head fall at that last comment.
She didn't have time to feel bad through as Rick pumped into her again, and now pulled back and put his hand under her dress, rubbing her thighs all the way to her pussy, and finding her delicate clit.
"Ohhhhhh pleasseee!!" Bree began to beg.
"Please what slut? Let this cuck of a husband hear you beg!" Rick commanded as he continued to fuck Bree, not rough and hard, just deep and consistent, building her up.
Rick pinched Bree's clit for a moment, making her gasp before she replied. "Please master, please let me cum. Make me cum infront of my husband. Make him watch as you make me your submissive slut." Bree begged, and that beg wasn't just part of the act, she really felt that way.
The way Rick was so commanding, how he was already fucking her and teasing her so perfectly, and add on his good looks and big cock, Bree was in heaven.
No longer even caring to look at her husband, she pulled Rick's face down to her's, and before kissing him gave him one last beg.
"Please master, fuck me like a slut and cum deep inside me. Take me master, I want it." Bree begged.
Rick looked both happy and a bit stunned. "You are playing your part perfectly." He whispered into her ear, very impressed how much she left herself get into it while she tried it out.
Bree looked at Rick with a naughty smile. "I'm no longer pretending master. I want you to claim me, cuck my husband, fill my pussy up over and over again. Just make me yours master." Bree begged, her legs quickly wrapping around Rick as his consistent fucking during that talk, and what she just admitted, pushed her to another orgasm.
Just like with Blake, she felt the flood release around Rick's cock. Feeling her juices instantly on her thighs, the dress, and seeing it on Rick's chest.
"Your a squiter?" He said happily.
Bree blushed, "I found that out just a few hours ago." She replied.
"Oh I'm going to have fun owning this slut." Rick said as he looked at Liam, still just standing and watching.
Rick leaned down and the two began to kiss, a deep passionate one, all while Rick continued to fuck Bree. Bree orgasmed one more time while they made out, feeling the juices splatter all over the dress again.
She tapped Rick to move off her and her did, watching her take off the dress quickly, and now in the sexy white see through teddy, and stockings. She pulled the bottom to the side and Rick slipped right back in. Pounding into her harder and rougher now.
Bree's moans and begging for Rick's cum, echoing in the room, until finally he gave her what she wanted. He bent down to kiss her, just as he exploded deep inside her. Bree felt her body jump as the burst was so deep inside her, making her already passionate kiss rise even higher.
Slowly Rick pulled off and pulled out, finally looking back over at Liam. "Get over here and clean up. Don't act like you haven't been waiting for that." Rick told him and Bree saw her husband quickly get on the bed and lay on his stomach, taking most of the cock inside his mouth in one quick move.
Rick looked at Bree and said, "this slut was made to suck a cock." Which made them both laugh, Bree watching her husband eagerly clean up the cock that just came inside her after two intense orgasms.
She continued to watch her husband passionately and desperately sucking away at Rick's cock. Bree couldn't have imagined how hot this evening would turn out to be. First with Blake, and having him pound her rough all while she mocked her husband, was such a tremendous turn on.
With Rick though, it was like everything was on a different level. He hadn't even fucked her that rough or hard yet, but her orgasm was just as strong as it was with Blake. Also hearing Rick demean and command Liam around turned her on even more than when she was doing it.
Bree saw that Liam's excellent cock sucking skills had already brought Rick back to full form again, and she wanted it deep inside her again.
"Honey, can you go get us all some bottles of water. We are going to need to stay hydrated for master." She told her husband. Liam slowly pulling away from his master's cock and looking up at him.
"May I go get us all some water master?" Liam asked.
Rick smiled and gave a small little laugh. "I think that is a good idea your sexy little wife had." Rick said leaning forward and slapping Liam's ass. "Once you come back you can take a shower and get cleaned out, give your wife a real view of how a whore like you takes a cock." Rick told Liam, who blushed a bit and hurried out of the room to get the waters.
As Bree still sat up on the bed, she saw Rick get up and go to the bathroom, saying he needed to pee. After a few moments Rick emerged from the bathroom, still naked and hard making Bree smile. Liam came back in the room with waters at the same time, giving both Rick and Bree there's before grabbing a small bag to clean himself out and hurrying to the bathroom.
The door shut and Rick put the water down after taking a drink and looked at Bree. "You really do look amazing in that." He told her.
Bree blushed a bit before responding. "Thank you master. It feels so good on me, and honestly feels even hotter to where for you." She admitted and smiled as Rick walked over to her and sat on the bed next to her.
"Oh you like wearing the wedding dress and wedding lingerie for me?" Rick teased.
"So much!!" She quickly and happily replied. "It feels so naughty but also so right." She added seeing Rick smile from ear to ear.
"Fuck it's so hot how much you have played into this fantasy." Rick said happily.
Bree looked at Rick, and playfully bit her lip again before responding. "I told you, I'm not playing into the fantasy anymore, I'm making it a reality." She said and saw Rick's eyes grow big.
"Wait! Really?" He quickly asked.
Bree grabbed Rick's arm and pulled him to her as she laid back. Luckily he got the hint quickly as soon his naked body was hovering over her wedding lingerie wearing self.
"I need this master!" Bree started to beg. "I need your cock as much as I can get. I need to watch you humiliate and dominate my husband. I need to feel you use me and pound me before cumming deep inside me over and over again master." Bree begged before pulling his head down and kissing him.
The kiss lasted only a few moments before Rick pulled back. "Don't tease me slut." Rick told her, making sure she was being fully honest.
"I'm not master. I thought I would need time to figure it out, but after experiencing you, I now know what my body needs sexually." Bree told him. "And it's to submit to you master." She finished off, and Rick leaned down and kissed her again, with pure lust and passion.
This kiss lasted a few minutes before they separated, both still extremely horny, but also both beyond happy at the conversation they just had. Bree saw Rick was about to say something, but they both turned to the bathroom door as they heard it open. Out walked a shy, but fully naked Liam.
Rick looked at Bree with a smile and back at Liam. "Get on the bed and get on all fours." Rick told him, and they watched him do so, and once satisfied with that Rick added to the instructions. "Now slowly finger your ass and get it ready for your master." Rick told Liam.
"Yes master." Liam said before grabbing a bottle of lube and pouring some on his hand.
Bree watched intently as her husband was bent over, his ass propped out, and a lonely finger began to slide into it. "Ohhhhh." Liam lightly moaned as his finger started to slide in and out.
Rick looked at Bree with a smile and said, "now that we are all on the same page, shall I let you know how the rest of the weekend will go?" Rick asked them both. Smiling wide as they both replied with a yes master.
"Tonight we will continue what we have started here." Rick started with seeing Bree smile wide and hearing a happy moan from Liam as he continued to finger his ass.
"Tomorrow after you both wake up and have time to serve and please me, I will take Bree shopping." He continued.
"Shopping?" Bree asked, knowing she had a box full of stuff already from Rick.
"Yes shopping my slut." He said. "Your body is to outstanding to be in the lowly fabric like you have. We need to make the outfits to the body." He told her making Bree blush. Liam moaning again as he slipped a second finger into his ass.
"Also I will be taking you to dinner tomorrow night Bree, so you will also buy a new dress, something that scream, my master is going to fuck me like a whore tonight." He teased, making Bree feel the sparks throughout her body once more.
"And while I did send you some new stuff, we will need to buy more, as your master will expect a lot of pictures and videos when we are away from each other." Rick told them, Bree continuing to get wet from all her thoughts and ideas on how to make Rick happy.
Rick smiled again at Bree and then looked straight at Liam, who was still moaning as his two fingers started to really pump into his own ass. "Now let's talk about fucking." Rick said with a sly smile.
"From now on, Liam you will only get to fuck Bree once a month, and it's based off her choice of timing and place." Rick said, getting a very quick yes master from Liam.
He turned back to Bree now. "You my slut are permitted to fuck any stud you want, under certain conditions." Rick told her.
"Yes master, please tell me so I know your rules." She begged, excited to know she potentially wouldn't have to give up Blake as well.
"If you are set to see me, you will make sure you haven't been fucked the week previous. So no physical trainer, or even this little cock here." Rick said pointing at Liam.
"Yes master." She replied.
"Also they must be clean and disease free." Rick said and saw Bree nodding in agreement so he continued. "And most importantly, they must cum in either your pussy or ass, and after you must film Liam here cleaning it up with his tongue." He finished.
Liam let out a huge moan after hearing that, Bree herself started to bit her lips and slowly rub her boobs through her teddy as her body felt like it was about to explode with desire.
"Yes master." They both ended up replying.
Rick smiled and got up from the bed, now standing over Bree who was still on her back, her legs hanging over the side of the bed. "Get on all fours and look at your husband." He commanded of Bree.
She turned over, pushing herself up and using her arms as a way to brace herself. Her knees on the edge of the bed, and her ass propped out. Rick smacked her right ass cheek, then left, making Bree moan from each spank.
"Tell your husband how that felt." He told Bree.
Bree looked at Liam, who was sideways to her, but his face turned to see her, as his fingers continued to slowly fuck his own ass. "I love it honey, his hand spanks me so perfectly." She sexily moaned.
Another hard pair of spanks, and more moans from Bree before Rick continued. "Now tell him what you are now!" Rick commanded.
"I'm master slut now honey. He can fuck me whenever and wherever he pleases." She smiled as she told her husband.
"And what if I tell you I bought you a ticket to come see me alone for a weekend slut?" Rick said before spanking Bree powerfully again.
"Ohhhhhh!!" Bree moaned. "I would pack a bag full of naughty outfits and lingerie and go to you master." Bree replied.
Bree kept staring at her husband while she responded and Rick demanded more of her. His eyes never looking a bit hurt, rather seemingly filling with more and more lust as Rick continued on.
"And what if someone asks you about your wedding ring while you are with me slut?" Rick asked this time spanking each cheek a few times before letting Bree respond.
Bree's head shot back at the last spank as it was more forceful, but also was helping drive her horniness up even more. "I would ask you before we saw people how you wanted me to be master. I can tell them that my husband is a worthless fuck and you are my master so I can be sexually satisfied." Bree said.
She felt another spank and moaned, but pushed through to continue on. "Or I would tell them that you are my husband." She said, seeing Liam's eyes bulge out at that, and just as she thought she may have taken it to far, she smiled realizing it was the perfect thing to say.
Liam instantly put in a third finger into his ass as Bree said that, and really started to pump his fingers into himself. Rick surprised Bree as he bent down and playfully kissed and bit both her ass cheeks, before a soft spank. "You would say that?" He asked her.
"I say it and kiss you deeply to show it off, fuck they can watch you fuck me like a whore if they want. I just want to make you happy master." Bree said as she turned back to look at a smiling Rick.
"So I could take you somewhere and live out this fantasy?" He asked.
Bree blushed as she responded. "I'll bring the dress and this outfit, you get the honeymoon package at the hotel." She playfully teased.
"Fuck your amazing." Rick said, grabbing at the bottom of the teddy and sliding it to the side again. With one quick movement, his cock was now sliding back into Bree's wet pussy.
"Yessssss!" Bree moaned feeling Rick slide back in. Rick grabbing her hips again, and fully thrusting all the way back in, Bree's head shot back as she moaned loudly.
Turning back to Rick, Bree begged. "Fuck me master! Use me like a slut. Own me in front of this worthless cuck." She begged, and instantly felt it. This fucking was definitely hard and rough, Rick spanking and pounding into Bree with pure desire and passion.
The fucking so intense that Bree couldn't hold a stare with her husband, and he moans became total gibberish as her body gave into the intense pleasure.
After about ten minutes, Bree's body collapsed into the bed. Feeling the evidence of the two squirting orgasms Rick just gave her while he roughly pounded away at her now very sensitive and exhausted pussy.
Bree was able to look up as she watched her first viewing of Liam taking Rick's cock in his ass. Rick slipped in quickly to Liam, and after a few moments, he had Liam moaning just like Bree was. Begging for Rick's cum, thanking him for cucking him and making himself and Bree his submissives.
The one thing he moaned that really caught Bree's attention was when he thanked Rick for making her squirt, and showing him what it looked like to see his wife orgasm. While she was still a bit mad he held all this away from her, she sort of started to understand now that she was in it. No way she could admit this to family or friends, she thought. But also no way she could now go without, she also knew.
That night all three ended up passing out on the bed in the master room. The next night was a different story though, as once Rick and Bree were back from dinner, Liam was told to stay in the guest room, hearing the loud moans and begs from Bree all night to her master.
By the time Rick left of Sunday, Bree had more new clothes than she had in her closet before Rick even came, a whole new mentality and sexual desires, and most importantly a fully satisfied pussy, once that got loads and loads of cum from her new master. The couple passed out early and exhausted on Sunday, but Bree was glad that the weekend ending only meant that a new week was starting, and a whole new bunch of possibilities with it.
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[
"husband",
"couple",
"cuck",
"domination",
"submission",
"married",
"wife",
"lingerie"
] |
Women Love Mike's Bulge Ch. 18
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/women-love-mikes-bulge-ch-18
| 4.42 | null |
Fetish
|
This story takes a detour here as I help my lover Anna find someone for herself. As much as I loved fucking Anna and my wife, I knew she needed a permanent partner of her own.
I am not out of the picture long, my giant cock is still in demand!
My work assignment at the home facility was scheduled for a month, so Karen, Anna and I spent most of our time at home having sex.
The typical evening was the two of them teasing me all through supper by dangling their work flats or heels, upskirting me and even fingering each other.
After supper, Karen and Anna would end up fisting and foot fucking each other with me fulfilling whatever they wanted from me.
It was a wonderful arrangement but I knew that Anna wouldn't be with us forever.
One Friday, I invited Courtney over for dinner to meet Anna.
Neither I nor Anna ever told my wife about me fucking the daylights out of Courtney, so the invitation didn't raise any suspicion. I figured with Anna and Courtney being close in age, they'd hit it off.
Courtney arrived around 5:00 pm and looked absolutely stunning in a light summer dress and three inch D'Orsay heels.
My wife was dressed in a light summer dress, sheer nude nylons and her most worn flats.
I had on shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, hoping for a mishap where my cock popped out proudly in front of three beautiful women. I had long ago abandoned any shame about "accidentally" exposing my large cock.
When Anna finally came downstairs, my cock just about ripped through the front of my shorts.
Anna was wearing a very tight, white cotton shirt that swooped way down to reveal her ample cleavage and breasts. She had on a very short and tight beige skirt that came down less than halfway to her knees and a pair of ultra sexy closed toe mule heels.
Anna's beautiful red hair was fully done, she was made up perfectly and smelled awesome with her favourite perfume.
Being 5'10" tall and wearing mules, her legs looked amazing and she just radiated beauty. Even a straight woman would question her life choices in the presence of this sexy woman!
I introduced Courtney to Anna and, as per her usual greeting, she hugged Courtney, kissed her on the cheek and told her she was absolutely beautiful.
The sight of petite Courtney, heels popped to reach Anna better and being hugged by Anna made my cock swell even more.
I looked over at Karen and she was adjusting her crossed legs like she felt something in her pussy respond.
As we sat and ate dinner, Anna dropped off her mules, one by one, each landing on the floor with a distinctive 'clack'. Her bare foot grazed Courtney's leg a few times before I saw Courtney slip off her own heels and put her tiny bare foot on Anna's bare foot.
This was working out amazingly. The two girls were already playing footsie. After a few minutes, both Anna and Courtney had their legs uncrossed and both of their feet touching.
My cock popped out of my shorts when I saw them work in unison to interlock their toes. This may have just been a comforting activity, like young girls often do, to ease the nervousness of meeting a new friend for Courtney but, knowing Anna, it was deliberate and intentional.
Courtney and Anna continued their footsie all the way through supper and my cock was raging hard.
I suggested the two girls and my wife go out on the town and have a proper girl's night.
My wife said "I don't know if these young ladies want an old girl like me chaperoning them".
Anna replied "nonsense, Karen, you are a dear friend and you don't look any older than us anyway. Please come with us."
Courtney agreed and they finally decided they would.
When I had a chance, I pulled my wife aside and told her that Anna needed to find a friend her age and figured Courtney would be a good fit.
Karen agreed and said we'd talk about it more later. I told the ladies that I'd drop them off wherever they wanted to go and pick them up when Karen called.
Karen switched out of her worn flats into her favourite pair of well worn work heels as they got ready. They decided on a dance bar, so we hopped in the car and I dropped them off.
Karen said she'd call when they were ready to leave. I kissed her goodbye and headed home.
When I got back home, I wondered how the ladies' evening would go. I thought about how sexy Anna, Courtney and Karen looked and how I was just in the company of three beautiful women I've fucked and how Anna and Courtney, were playing footsie only a few minutes after they met.
I needed to do something I hadn't done in a long time; I needed to jerk off. I went to Anna's bedroom and pulled out a pair of her well worn, open toed heels.
I took her heels to Karen's hidden toy box and lubed one up. I returned to Anna's room and kneeled in her closet, in front of her collection of shoes and slid my cock into one of her slippery open toed heels.
I pushed hard enough that the head of my cock stretched through the lubed opening and started jerking off hard while picking up shoe after shoe to sniff and lick Anna's dried foot sweat.
After fucking the one heel until the toe opening was permanently stretched, I switched to her other heel and did the same until I finally erupted cum all over her shoe collection.
I pulled my softening cock out, put her permanently stretched heels back in place and retreated to the couch to watch TV.
Eventually, I dozed off and figured the phone would wake me when Karen needed a ride home.
Anna and Courtney hit it off very well as they chatted with one another and Karen. The ladies were sitting at a booth with Anna in between Karen and Courtney.
No sooner had they sat down did Anna begin. She had her legs crossed with her top leg near Courtney's.
Anna let her mule slide down her foot and carefully held it with her curled toes, letting the side of her foot and heel gently brush Courtney's bare leg.
Anna expertly placed the sole of her bare foot on Courtney's calf with her mule wrapped around. Courtney wasn't sure what to make of this but the touch felt amazing, so she let it continue.
The warmth of Anna's foot and the softness of her shoe running up and down her leg, caused a stirring in Courtney she'd never experienced from a woman's touch before.
Anna was very busy at the table. While she was caressing Courtney's leg, she had also reached up my wife's light dress and was fingering her pussy.
Karen was also excited because she could see what was going on between Anna and Courtney under the table.
Anna finally let her mule drop off, uncrossed her legs and started slipping her big toe into the arch gap between Courtney's foot and the cutout in her D'Orsay heel.
Courtney absolutely loved the feeling of Anna's cool toe caressing her damp, sweaty arch. Anna pushed deeper with more toes, until most of her toes were buried under Courtney's arch, like she was trying to fuck her with her foot.
Courtney's foot was arched up to accommodate Anna's foot and her very damp foot allowed Anna to stroke in and out, like she was now actually foot fucking her.
Courtney was beginning to have conflicting feelings. She was getting very aroused but, knowing a woman was causing her arousal, she was apprehensive and scared of these new feelings.
Meanwhile, Karen was trying her best to not reveal to Courtney, and the whole bar, that Anna was fingering her and rubbing her clit and bringing her to brink of orgasm and then releasing her.
Karen was panting and writhing in her seat and, despite her best efforts, Courtney could tell what was going on. Again, with conflicted feelings, her body betrayed her thoughts as her nipples began to harden.
In that moment, Courtney made the conscious decision to explore these new feelings. She looked Anna in the eyes and gave her a submissive "uh huh". Anna increased her speed, sliding her foot in and out of Courtney's impromptu "shoe pussy".
Unlike anything she'd ever felt before, this sensation caused Courtney's pussy to respond with an orgasm that soaked her panties. Anna could feel how much Courtney was enjoying this as she flexed her toes, her eyes glazed over with lust.
Karen wanted some of that action, so she slipped off her one heel and slid her nylon covered foot under Anna's other foot inside her mule. Anna flexed her leg up to allow Karen to slip her foot deeper into her shoe.
Anna held firm and Karen was able to push her foot in until her toes were almost under Anna's, stretching her mule.
Oblivious to the room around them, the three ladies failed to notice they had drawn the attention of a table of young men. The four guys were staring at this overtly erotic scene before them.
Courtney finally noticed and withdrew her foot from Anna. That's when Karen and Anna also noticed they had an audience.
They played a bit more and decided to continue the party at Courtney's apartment since none of them were interested in picking up guys anyway.
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"nylons",
"feet",
"legs",
"pantyhose",
"heels",
"flats",
"fisting",
"foot fucking",
"lesbian",
"affair"
] |
The Pacific Vacation Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-pacific-vacation-pt-02
| 4.02 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Chapter - 2
The candlelight dinner with Amrita was sumptuous. It was quite different from the type that I had with Debasmita couple of days ago. Apparently the restaurant had some kind of theme that night. The dance floor was open there were couples dancing. Ammu being a dancer asked me to join. I reluctantly joined in but once I caught the rhythm, I was full on and we had a great dance.
Back in her room we made really sweet love again. I couldn't believe that after all the juice that came out of my dick during the day, I could be able to perform well. My dick surpassed all my expectations and gave my cousin another round of powerful orgasms. Of course I did give her my fair share of tongue magic. All this while Debasmita was sleeping in our room. I had to look at facts as they are.
Debasmita cheated on her husband with me. And now she has a problem with me and my cousin. I wouldn't have even cared if she hadn't fought with me. I probably would have just limited my interaction with Ammu on WhatsApp or Telegram. Anyway, by the looks of it, the relationship was over. Amrita was also leaving in a couple of days as her vacation was only for one week.
The next day morning I woke up late as I was tired with all the fucking, whiskey, beer and wine from the previous day and night. I put on my robe and went to my room. I saw that Debasmita had almost packed everything. She obviously was leaving and had teary eyes.
I told her that if she wants to leave, I won't stop her but she has to consider the fact that she also cheated on her husband and her reaction to my cousin's presence was quite unwarranted. Further, what happened between me and Ammu was her fault. Debasmita didn't respond much. She acted busy with packing. But I wanted that information to enter her mind so that she can ponder upon it while on her way back to Delhi.
I called the reception and informed them that I was shifting to Amrita's room and that my room can be vacated. Ammu's room was bigger anyway. The hotel manager called me asking whether I want to settle the bill separately and I told him that I will pay for the whole thing. Even though much of what happened was Debasmita's fault, I wanted to clear her of any financial burden. She just said a faint "thanks" and left. The resort booked her a taxi and she went off to the airport. Apparently she booked a return ticket herself.
I moved into Amrita's room. She was biting her lower lip in anticipation of what I had in store for her in a remaining two or three days that she is going to be there. I freshened up and we ordered breakfast. It was more like brunch. After brunch I told her that I need to take a walk alone. She agreed and said she also had some college work to do in her Macbook.
I went straight to the staff quarters and asked for the concierge Ms. Noa - the beautiful lady from Israel. She was more than happy to see me. I told her about my delicate situation. I of course didn't tell her that I moved in with my cousin but instead I told her that as my girlfriend left, I moved in with another guest. She was quite surprised at my speed at getting a new girl. The poor thing didn't know the whole picture.
Anyway, I asked her if the resort provided any tools for anal sex. She blushed and chuckled at the same time. She said yes. Usually it is gay couples who get those tools but said that she could have them sent to Amrita's room. I insisted that I want this to be discreet and requested her to deliver the tools personally. She said she will see what she can do.
Then I took a walk at the beach. It was sunny but I needed the sun. While I was out, Noa delivered the tools at Amrita's room. Ammu asked what was in the package. Noa flushed and told her that they are special tools for anal sex and told her that I had ordered them to be delivered to the room. Ammu was the one blushing now. She knew what my plan for her was for that day.
After getting sufficient Sun I returned to the room and wanted to take a shower. Amrita pointed to the tools that Noa had brought. There was an enema machine for obvious reasons. Then there was a sanitizing liquid to be used in the machine. The instruction manual said that this was a crucial step after enema because the asshole needed be sanitized if the sex session involved any form of penetration. Also there were lubricants and scents. Apparently the asshole could be flavored and aromatized according to the couples' needs. In addition, there were many sex toys, all brand new. Most importantly there was a flavorless relaxant gel that would make the asshole muscles lose. It was quite an impressive collection of things.
Ammu was excited to try them. I asked her whether she can wait till I showered. She said she wanted to shower with me but first she wanted to get over with the enema. She had already used the toilet few minutes ago and she hasn't eaten anything after the brunch. I didn't want to see her shit. So I asked her to perform the enema alone. She agreed but I helped her load the enema liquid into the machine. She said that I should help with the sanitization part and I agreed.
After performing the enema, Amrita called me saying that she wanted the sanitization done. I could have also done the aroma thing but I thought may be I should just keep the raw aroma and flavor of the flesh in tact. So I went in with the sanitizer liquid. I loaded the liquid into the enema machine and inserted the nozzle back into Ammu's asshole. She laughed saying that it felt like getting fucked by a man with a tiny wiener. Anyway, after pumping the liquid into her colon, she sat on the toilet and squirted out all that liquid into it. No shit this time and the sanitizer liquid smelled quite good. It was a no rinse sanitizer that would break down in a few minutes into water and minerals. I asked Ammu to wait a few minutes and then she could join the shower.
Few minutes after I entered the shower, Ammu joined me. I took a little shower gel on the loofah and rubbed all over her body. She returned the favor by cleaning my body as well. Then we just let the water remove all the foam out of her bodies. We were completely clean now.
She was quite bold in making demands. She told straight away that she wanted me to lick and suck her pussy and asshole. Who was I deny a beautiful woman her pleasure?
So I started kissing and licking her from her forehead downwards. So I traversed her forehead, lips, neck, breasts, belly, navel, thighs, shin and finally her feet. I licked and kissed everywhere except her pussy. She knew what I was doing - teasing.
Then I turned her around and asked her to lean against the wall and started kissing her upwards. From the heel I moved up the ankle, calf, thighs, ass, spine and all the way up to the back of her neck. I skipped her asshole as well.
Then I held her towards me and pressed my dick against her ass crack and kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her boobs.
"STOP TEASING ME AND EAT MY ASS! NOW!" she commanded. Being an experienced ass slave to several women, I obliged to her command.
I let her go and started working my way back down towards her ass. When I reached her ass I took a moment to admire its shape. Remember Callie Calypso? I now had my own Callie Calypso right in front of me. Her ass was perfectly cleaned and sanitized and ready to be taken and she wanted it too.
So I slowly spread her ass cheeks and looked at her cutie pie asshole. After appreciating its beauty I got to business. I applied the muscle relaxant gel on the asshole and gave it 2 minutes to rest as per instructions. In the interim I started licking and kissing all around her ass.
After two minutes I poked a finger in her asshole and it went in. But it was still quite tight for tongue fucking. The manual said that the gel will continue to work once it has been absorbed to the skin. So I started my licking and tongue fucking attempts on her asshole. Amrita also started relaxing her pelvic muscles. She was enjoying the sensations.
Very soon the asshole opened up like that of the porn stars. I felt like Mike Adriano. Those who don't know, Mike Adriano is the best porn star in the world (sorry Johnny Sins fans). He is an asshole specialist who has stuck his tongue into the assholes of several smoking hot women including Chanel Preston, Jessie Rogers, Mia Malkova and of course Callie Calypso. He is my role model.
I held her ass spread wide with my hands and stuck my tongue into it. That was the moment when time stopped. What a sensation! In the eternal void of the universe, it was me and her and nothing else. It felt as if there was a cosmic energy flowing from my tongue, through her spine, touching her tongue. Our tongues were spiritually connected via her asshole. It was eternal bliss.
I started to suck and tongue fuck her asshole. I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted to keep eating her ass forever. With every atom in my body I wanted to pleasure her and completely surrender myself to her feminine energy.
Something else was also going on. Somehow my erect penis could sense her vagina as if it was calling me. Apparently Ammu was feeling the same sensations. She was not moaning. There was silence from both of us. The only sound in the shower stall was the water flowing and my tongue working its magic on her asshole.
This was true ass worship in its literal sense. I was the devotee and she was the goddess and it was my moral duty to worship her ass. I was her slave and her asshole is where my tongue belonged. After several minutes of giving pure pleasure to my goddess, I could feel her pelvic muscles contracting. She was about to have her very first anal orgasm.
Within a few seconds her body shuddered as she squirted from her urethra and had an intense orgasm. It was almost like she became Veronica Leal for a moment. And it didn't stop. Few seconds later she squirted again and she literally screamed in pleasure. Mission success! I thought.
I wanted to join the fun. So I got up and stuck my dick into her already dilated asshole which was completely wet with my saliva and the gel. I also reached down and started rubbing her clitoris.
"Ohh... bhayya... please use my asshole. Your pleasure matters too!", she said. Her voice was highly sensual indicating a deep level of pleasure.
It felt amazing. Her asshole was the best I had fucked so far. I controlled my PC muscle to delay ejaculation and continued fucking and rubbing her clit. I wanted to have an orgasm alongside her. Eventually she started clutching her muscles again. It was time for both of us to come. I relinquished control of my PC muscle and both of us had a shuddering orgasm. It was too powerful for either of us to handle and we both collapsed on the shower stall floor.
Our bodies were curled like a fetus position and I kept having minor ejaculations. Strangely my refractory period was shortened and my penis stayed erect. I had read about some men gaining this ability over time. Was this the moment when I obtained this super power? I thought.
My erect penis stayed inside her asshole and we both stood up. I turned off the shower and lifted her up. She was completely in my arms and my dick was still in her asshole.
I proceeded to the bed and threw her onto to it. Then I jumped on her and pushed my penis into her vagina this time. Like a wild animal she opened her mouth and attacked my mouth. The aggression was shocking and exciting. It felt like we were two animals in the wilderness trying to gain the upper hand on each other.
This type of aggressive fucking wasn't going to last for long as we were both nearing an orgasm. We had tuned into each other's rhythms. Both of our toes curled and we had our most powerful orgasm yet and I shot another load into her pussy. My dick continued to stay erect. I had the super power now!
Since we were too exhausted, we dozed off with my dick still inside.
When we woke up it was already 6:30 PM. We got up and became fresh as the dinner buffet was about to open up.
It was a multi-cuisine buffet and we ate a lot. After dinner we decided it was a good idea to take a walk in the cold breeze of the beach and then retire for the night.
As we strolled through the beach Ammu had had arm around mine and leaned on my shoulder. The crimson afterglow of the Sun could still be seen on the sky.
We later returned to the room and slept off as we needed that rest.
TO BE CONTINUED...
|
[
"cousin",
"pacific",
"vacation",
"tahiti",
"magical place",
"anal sex",
"anal",
"rimming"
] |
Nettles
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/nettles
| 4.15 | null |
Group Sex
|
The countries in the Middle East took inspiration from the United Arab Emirates and, well, united. They formed the Fifth Caliphate. After some industrial sabotage took out the competition (all of Russia's oil refineries and pipelines mysteriously caught on fire or blew up within a week: since no one claimed responsibility, the Russians assumed it was Ukraine), the Fifth Caliphate used the power of petroleum and some strategic partnering with countries such as Venezuela to eliminate all other powerful organizations or governments on the planet, leaving all power in their hands -- specifically, the hands of their undisputed leader, the Sultana Khadija, who had achieved her position using similar tactics to the 18th-century Russian ruler the Tsarina Catherine the Great.
Khadija acted as a "benevolent dictatress" to the world, globally raising the living standards of the poor to a point where they didn't have to worry about the basics (but they didn't have much else.) She herself lived a life of luxury, including a harem of handsome men whose sole purpose in life was to sexually service her. She also had a harem of women for the same purpose, being bisexual, and the women and the men could pleasure each other when not servicing her. (One of the ways she would reward the men for a job well done was to let them make love to the women provided they gave the woman they were making love to at least one orgasm before cumming inside the woman's pussy. Of course, all the men and women in this role had been sterilized, so there was no chance of accidental pregnancies.) All the men and women in the harem were between ages 21 and 26: Khadija herself was pushing 40 but liked her lovers young. She had eliminated all threats to her position several years ago and had constant surveillance throughout the globe to eliminate any new threats before they could form. Not that any would: it's hard to foment revolution when the underclasses are content with their lot.
One afternoon, Khadija was feeling horny and in the mood for male action. She summoned three nude male slaves to her bed, where she was lying naked. Her lovely bronze skin covered more flesh than in her youth: her breasts had become D-cups, her frame was a bit thicker than when she was 18 and slender (though she was far from obese), and her once firm, tight butt was now a bit wider, a bit softer, and a bit more cushioned. All three of the men were slim and toned: their skin was the same bronze as hers, and their cocks were of average length and girth. She didn't want slaves who she needed two rulers to measure: that would be too long, giving her pain instead of pleasure.
She spread her legs enough for one of the men to get between them, and instructed him to first warm her up, then eat her out. The other two were to flank her and kiss and caress her plump breasts. The men got in position, and Khadija signaled them to start.
The men assigned to her breasts began by slowly caressing them. Then they dipped their heads and kissed the spot on the Sultana's chest where the top of her breasts emerged. First one man, then the other, slowly trailed his tongue through her cleavage. Next, they cupped her big orbs, kissing along the base and slowly moving upwards, Khadija gave them an encouraging smile as their mouths approached her nipples. She made soft moans of approval as they began gently suckling her. While suckling, they caressed her large chest and flickered their tongues over her stiff nipples.
Meanwhile, the man between her legs lightly caressed along her slit, following up by kissing her lower lips. He continued to do so until he felt her juices begin to leak. Then he slid his tongue between her folds, tasting her honey. Her body quivered slightly, and he continued to slowly swirl his tongue. He placed a fingertip against her clit and very softly brushed it. The Sultana's thighs started to tense. The man sped the motions of his tongue. He drove it deeper into her eager box. Then he wrapped his arms around her and groped her plump butt as he pulled her pussy more firmly against his face. Her thighs tightened around his skull as she closed in on a climax. He tongue-fucked her with even greater effort, and she sent a gush of her love-juice into his mouth and onto his face.
Khadija indicted she wanted more, and the men suckling her breasts groped her chest and suckled her nipples with greater force. The man tonguing her box redoubled his efforts as well. She shivered with pleasure. The man between her legs drove his tongue even deeper inside her. She tightened her thighs around him. He fingered her clit with more effort, and she had a second orgasm.
Khadija then indicted to her pussy-eating slave that she now wanted his dick inside her. The other two slaves continued to work on her soft, round chest. The slave between her legs already had a hard-on from eating her out. He shifted his body and slid his cock into Khadija's thirsting box. He took a moment to let their bodies adjust, then established a smooth rhythm. Khadija favored him with a smile, and he continued to slide his cock steadily in and out. She indicated with her eyes his next move, and he brushed her clit with his thumb as he fucked her. Khadija's body shuddered and she moaned lustily. The slave sped his rhythm, and her pussy twitched with excitement. He pumped into her a few more times, and she had a full-body orgasm.
With a gesture, she indicated that the slaves should get up. The two who had been sucking her breasts were put in the X-frames near the bed, with their right hand (both men were right-handed) free. The other slave was positioned at the edge of the bed, so the Sultana could stand next to the bed, bend over, and suck his dick as a reward. This would (as she spread her legs) give the other two slaves a very good, very up-close look at her butt and her pussy, and they could jerk off onto her.
Without hesitation, she did lean over and lick her own cum off the slave's cock. Then she parted her lips and kissed the head of it, flickering her tongue over the very tip. The slave trembled with excitement. Khadija began bobbing her head up and down, taking the slave's cock fully into her mouth and then having only the head in it. She licked smoothly up and down his shaft. He let out a low grunt of pleasure. Khadija slid her head all the way down and held his cock fully in her mouth, the tip of it poking against her throat, and lashed her tongue around the hard shaft as she caressed his balls. His legs tensed and his cock pulsed and throbbed.
Khadija suddenly felt jets of sperm strike the right side of her ass. That got her hornier, and she caressed the slave's balls more intensely as she traced erotic patterns with her tongue on the slave's cock. An instant later, she felt sperm strike the left side of her ass: both of her chest slaves had finished on her. She sucked with greater effort on the slave's swollen cock. When she lightly groped his balls, he couldn't hold out any longer. He squirted a hot, sticky load of cum into the Sultana's eager throat. She swallowed every drop greedily.
She then dismissed the slaves, with a big smile. They knew their food that night would come from the royal table: another perk of properly pleasing Khadija. Not that the normal food was bad: she wanted to keep her lovers healthy and happy, after all. But the royal table had luxuries the harem folk normally wouldn't get.
Khadija smirked. Tomorrow she would probably call in the newest female harem member. Her pussy started moistening at the thought of the newest woman's big tits...
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Secret Lives
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Club Royale should be sued for misrepresentation. It had a classy name but that's all. It was a dive, pure and simple, a dirty, smoke-filled bar that served watered-down drinks, the last place I'd want to go to but then again I wasn't there by choice. It was a job.
My name is Robert Tanner even though my drivers license, passport and the mailbox in the lobby of my apartment building say otherwise. To most of the world I'm Michael Drake, freelance news correspondent, a position that provides a cover for traveling internationally. I lost my true identity when I became a member of a special unit in the US Department of Defense, singled out from my fellow college graduates because of my facility with languages. In the beginning I was just a translator, handling documents written by foreign governments but that position transitioned into one of a field agent, a fly on the wall who could understand conversations not meant for American ears. To achieve that, I've learned to blend in, to be invisible and keep my eyes and ears open.
As I nursed my drink, I tried to stay focused on my assignment but events of the past kept intruding on my thoughts. There was no denying that the divorce was my fault. It wasn't infidelity that separated us, it was the life I had chosen. There were too many birthdays and anniversaries missed, too many days and nights I couldn't account for. It was the doubts and secrets that broke up the marriage. Hell, she never even knew my real name. Angie had been the perfect wife and I lost her because I worked for a government agency that demanded my silence.
It was five years ago that Angie left, unable to deal with the wall of silence that separated us. I've kept track of her though. She married a successful businessman and finally seems happy if the pictures posted on her Facebook page are any indication. At least one of us is.
Would I make the same choice now to choose a career over my marriage? That's a question I've wrestled with for the last five years. If I'm being honest, the answer is no. But I made my choice and I'll have to live with it.
My current assignment is to shadow Harry Davis, a low-ranking official in the Department of Homeland Security. He was seen talking to a member of the Diamondback Raiders, a fringe paramilitary group and Harry's superiors contacted my boss.
For the last three days I've been tailing him and so far he hasn't noticed. I've developed a talent for makeup and disguises. Harry's a creature of habit, watching TV alone in his apartment while having his meals delivered by DoorDash or GrubHub. The fact that he's having a drink at an out-of-the-way dump like this is out of character and I expect something to happen.
From my vantage point at the bar, I had a clear view when a man dressed in fatigues joined him. I was confident that my boss would be able to identify the man from the pictures that I took with the miniature camera in my glasses. Unfortunately, in order to hear what they were saying I'd have to risk Harry getting a good look at me. I grabbed my drink and, in a walk indicating I had too much to drink "clumsily" bumped his table.
"Perdon. Estoy poco borracho ...um ... a little drunk, señor." I slurred, pretending to struggle with the English language.
The guy in fatigues was quick to respond. "Another fucking immigrant. Go back to Mexico or Colombia or wherever the fuck you're from."
As I backed away, I meekly said, "Sí, señor" and returned to the bar, this time sitting with my back to the table. There was no further need to watch them. They'd feel safe enough to continue their conversation, not realizing I had placed a listening device under their table.
As I adjusted my wireless earpiece, I heard Harry speak first.
"What's so important that we had to meet?"
"We supported the President and now he's trying to screw us."
"What are you talking about?"
"He's trying to take away some of our land to build that wall of his."
"It'll protect you from the Mexican drug cartels."
"We don't need a fucking wall. We take care of our own problems."
"But if he does what you want, he'll never be able to explain why he left a gap in the wall."
"I don't care how he does it but he's not taking our land. We didn't let the last President do it and we sure as hell won't allow him. You better make sure he gets the message. He wouldn't want us as enemies."
"I'll try but it won't be easy."
"With what we pay you, you better do more than try."
The meeting was short but Harry got the message. How he communicated it to his superiors was anyone's guess since he'd probably have to reveal his connection to the group.
The next day I submitted my report to my handler, Patrick Jamison and surprisingly I was told to take a seat while he read it. When he finished, he looked up and spoke.
"I'm going to ask you to continue your surveillance. The man Harry met with is more just someone leading a group of guys playing soldier. From other reports we've gotten, they're dangerous and we haven't figured out what their endgame is."
"How dangerous?"
"Dangerous enough to authorize you to carry a Glock 18."
"You know I've never carried one although I practice on a firing range every month to satisfy your requirement."
"Make an exception this time. I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Is that an order?"
"If that's what it takes, then consider it an order."
"Yes sir."
Every part of my job is done under the radar. Getting caught with a Glock 18 in my possession would raise many questions since it's illegal in the United States. Most Glock handguns are semi-automatic but the Glock 18 has the ability to be fully automatic, essentially turning it into a machine gun. I understood my boss' concern but if I had to carry a gun, I felt much more comfortable carrying the ghost gun I'd created with a 3D printer. It would be untraceable and easier to get rid of if necessary.
Everything was quiet until the President signed an executive order to exercise his power of eminent domain if property owners didn't accept the government's generous offer for their land. The wall had become an obsession and he was willing to pay twice each property's current value but even then, there were some who wouldn't sell, among them the Diamondback Raiders.
Going into the office was done on a very limited basis. The preferred method of communication was by using government issued cellphones with secure lines. Patrick answered on the first ring.
"Robert, I was just about to call you. What's up?"
"I've been following the news reports about the wall on the southern border especially those concerning the Diamondback Raiders and I have a question. Do they actually own that land?"
"Strange that you should ask that question. When the Department of Homeland Security did research as to who they'd have to compensate, the name Consolidated Trucking came up."
"Is that important?"
"Most people wouldn't think so but you might have a different opinion."
"What does Consolidated Trucking have to do with me?"
"The president of the company is Edward Castle."
"Oh, shit."
"Yeah. Then you understand why I have to take you off this assignment, don't you?"
"Yes. I can't be involved in anything related to my ex-wife's new husband."
There was a long pause before my boss continued.
"You okay, Robert?"
"Actually, no. I've tried to keep Angie out of my crazy world and now, this. Will you at least keep me informed as to what's happening?"
"I don't think that's a good idea. You might change your mind and get involved if you thought it might help her. After all, you still love her, don't you?"
There was a long silence before I answered, "Yes."
"In a few days I'll give you something else to work on, something to keep you distracted. In the meantime, don't do anything stupid, like trying to contact her. Got it?"
I responded, "Yes sir," before ending the call.
He was right of course. Even now I wanted to pick up the phone and warn her of what was going on. My new assignment involved monitoring the trafficking of illegal immigrants across the border. The wall was doing what the President said it would and my job was to gauge the reaction of the local mob bosses.
Even though I wasn't actively involved, cable news programs kept me informed about what was happening along the border. The President and the Diamondback Raiders were firm in their positions and an alarming number of incidents between government construction workers and the militia were reported daily. Finally, infuriated at their resistance, the President ordered a coordinated strike by the National Guard which resulted in the deaths of forty-three individuals including Harry Davis. I'd never be able to prove it of course, but my guess is that Harry was killed somewhere else and added to the body count. The President was famous for getting rid of anyone who wasn't following his agenda. Needless to say, the wall was going to be completed without any gaps in it.
In the days following that event it seemed strange that nothing changed. I had expected a reduction in criminal activities until media attention had died down but that's not what happened. Confirmation of that fact came three days later as I hung out at a truck stop. The food there was just passable but the information I was able to gather there was invaluable.
It was a Tuesday night when an unmarked eighteen-wheeler pulled in and the driver, who couldn't have weighed more than 160 pounds ordered enough food for at least twenty people. That could only mean one thing. The truck wasn't hauling groceries. Noting the license plate number I called Patrick.
"What's up, Robert?"
"I think I have a lead on an unmarked truck carrying illegals. Can you run a plate for me?"
"Sure, give me the number. It'll only take a few minutes."
I didn't have to wait long before I heard Patrick exclaim, "Damn."
"That didn't sound good", I responded.
"Where are you?"
"Just south of Sierra Vista."
"We don't have anyone near you to take over surveillance of the truck. I need you to follow it to where it delivers its cargo."
"Understood."
"Just inform us where it goes. Do not take any action. I repeat, DO NOT take any action."
"You're hiding something. What aren't you telling me?"
"You can't be involved in the arrest. It's one of Castle's trucks."
I shook my head and thought of that famous line in The Godfather. "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in." I've tried to stay out of the new life of my ex-wife but fate seemed to have other plans.
I walked to my car and grabbed one of the GPS trackers I keep in the glove compartment. Once it was placed in one of the truck's wheel wells the truck was easy to follow at a safe distance. Patrick was updated every half hour and the truck's final destination turned out to be a strip joint in Casa Grande, definitely not the good life those poor souls were promised. Federal agents took control of the situation soon after.
Driving back to my place in Tucson gave me time to think. It was obvious now that Edward Castle had been smuggling illegals across the border with the help of the Diamondback Raiders. The fact that it hadn't stopped with their deaths meant only one thing, his operation was much larger than just that one piece of land. The driver of that truck faced sex trafficking charges but tracing that delivery back to Edward was probably unrealistic. After I got a good night's rest I'd ask Patrick to investigate how much land along the southern border was owned by Consolidated Trucking.
Two days off was my reward for uncovering that shipment, a rare concession in my line of work but any quiet time I had hoped for was soon replaced by the sound of persistent knocking on my apartment door.
"I don't know who you are but it better be fucking important because you interrupted the one show I actually enjoy on TV."
"Can we talk inside, Mr. Tanner?"
"Who the hell are you and how do you know my real name?"
"My name is Anthony Robles and my employer makes it his business to know things."
My curiosity aroused, I had only one other question. "Are you armed?"
"Never carry a gun. I do my battles in court."
As I closed the door behind us, I directed Mr. Robles to the living room and reluctantly turned off the TV.
"Something tells me I'm not going to like what I hear, but who's your employer?"
"You know who my employer is."
"What does he want? He's already got the one thing that's important to me."
"He knows what you do and he wants you to stay out of his business affairs."
"If I'm right, he already knows I was taken off cases that involve him."
"And yet, twice now you've meddled in things."
"You must have very good sources to know that."
"My employer pays better than the government does."
"And how much is my cooperation worth?"
"Knowing how good you are at your job and the fact that you might be tempted to go rogue if you thought your ex-wife is involved, he's authorized me to pay you $150,000."
"And if I refuse his generous offer?"
"The alternative is not as pleasant."
As much as I'd like to pick up that much money for doing nothing, I hated watching bad guys get away with crimes even more. The only problem was that I needed to find out how much my ex was involved. Putting her in prison was a very disturbing thought.
"I have one condition."
"You want to speak with my employer."
"No, I want to meet with his wife, alone."
"Knowing the history the two of you have, I'm not sure he'll agree to that."
"That's my condition."
"I'll pass that information to my employer. You should have a response within a week."
To say Edward Castle was unhappy with Robert's condition would be an understatement. For five years he'd lived with the knowledge that he was his wife's second choice and her first choice was still alive, a situation Edward hoped to remedy in the future. He wouldn't do it himself, of course. That wasn't his style. He'd just plant the seed of how unhappy he was and let others believe that handling it would be beneficial to their career. Anthony Robles would just be the first. Plausible deniability had kept him out of prison in the past and this would be no exception.
"He's going to be a problem, Anthony."
"Sir?"
"He's going to try to win her back. There's no other explanation."
"Sir, your wife loves you.
"Yes, but perhaps not enough. I've never mentioned this before but, knowing he's still alive, I've never been completely confident in our marriage."
Attempting to lift Mr. Castle's spirits, Mr. Robles replied, "Considering his dangerous line of work, perhaps he won't be a threat much longer."
"I'd definitely sleep much better." Half-jokingly, he added, "In fact I'd probably send the person responsible a thank-you card."
Understanding the subtle message just conveyed, Mr. Robles simply nodded.
"Would you like me to make the arrangements for his payment?"
"Thank you, Anthony."
* * *
Castle knew this would be a difficult conversation with his wife but there was no way to avoid it.
"Angie, I need a big favor. I need you to meet with someone."
"What's so special that you need to ask?"
"It's someone you know."
"Who?"
"Robert Tanner."
"I don't know anybody by that name."
"I'm afraid you do, my dear, only you know him by another name. Michael Drake."
Trying to make sense of what she had just been told, Angie slowly sat down in a chair.
"I knew my ex had secrets, but are you saying I never even knew his real name?"
"I'm afraid so. I know it's asking a lot, but Robert has connections in government that might screw up a deal I'm working on. Unfortunately, before he agrees not to interfere he has one condition, that he meets with you."
"Will you be with me?"
"No. He said it had to be just the two of you."
"I don't know if I can do that."
"Because you still love him?"
"I never made any secret of that. I told you that when I divorced him it wasn't because we stopped loving each other. I divorced him because of my jealousy when his explanations of what he did with his time weren't good enough. I might not love you in the same way but I promised to be the wife you wanted. I've done that haven't I?"
"Forgive my insecurity. It's the result of marrying a beautiful woman. I promise it will be the last time that you'll have to see him."
After a deep breath Angie replied, "When and where?"
"This Wednesday and here in our house. The least I can do is make you comfortable with the location."
Knowing that the meeting would be in her house made Angie feel a little more comfortable. She'd be more in control of the situation. What she didn't know was that the choice of the location was not for her benefit. Using security cameras installed in the house to protect against intruders Edward could observe the meeting between his wife and her ex.
The Castle mansion was given the nickname "The Chateau" by the locals. It was a ten-million-dollar property on three acres in Paradise Valley, Arizona. While other properties with their southwestern style blended into their surroundings, Edward Castle had made an obvious attempt to stand out from the rest. Its French-inspired exterior and crystal chandeliers would have been more at home in California wine county. Complete with six bedrooms, eight baths, a finished basement and beautifully manicured gardens, the house had floor-to-ceiling windows in the rear to provide breathtaking views of the area.
On the day of the scheduled meeting, I was greeted at the door by a gentleman who directed me to a room where Angie stood waiting.
"Hello, Angie."
"I don't even know how to respond to that. Should I call you Michael or Robert?"
"I'll answer to either one."
"We were married for six years and you never even told me your real name."
"It's complicated."
"After all these years, I still can't get a straight answer. Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"I just wanted to see you again. From the looks of this place it seems you definitely traded up."
"You know our divorce was never about money."
"Are you happy?"
"Well, I never have to worry about where my husband is or what he's doing."
"Are you sure?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Do you know how he can afford this big house, fancy cars and all the luxuries he provides?"
"Not that it's really any of your business but the company he took over from his father is doing very well."
I looked into Angie's eyes to see if there was any attempt at deception in her words. Finding none, I guessed that she was unaware of her husband's illegal activities. That would make sending him to prison easier. The question I couldn't answer yet was whether I'd be doing it because it was my job or because I wanted Angie back.
Angie continued, "What I don't understand is why Edward needed the help of a news correspondent."
"The answer is simple. My name isn't the only thing that's fake. In my real job I'm in a position to mess up one of his business deals if I wanted to punish him."
"Punish him for what?"
"For marrying my wife."
"Ex-wife."
"I stand corrected."
"So tell me Robert, was anything about our marriage real?"
"Everything that really mattered. Everything I did was to keep you safe. The less you knew, the less you were in danger."
"In danger of what? Danger from whom?"
"I still can't tell you that."
"Do you have any idea how many nights I went to sleep imagining you were with another woman when you were on some assignment?"
"I never cheated on you. Even after our divorce I haven't been with anyone else."
"Why not?"
"You're a smart woman. Figure it out." Trying to control my emotions I continued, "Tell your husband we have a deal. I'll expect the money within a week."
That night Angie relayed the message and although she provided few details of the meeting, her husband didn't pressure her to reveal them. There was no need. He'd watched the entire meeting on his phone.
* * *
I poured myself two-fingers of my favorite Scotch and turned on the TV. There was nothing I wanted to watch, I just needed something to keep my mind off Angie. I reached for my phone and called Patrick.
"Edward Castle offered me a bribe to stay out of his business."
"I'm glad you told me about it. Is that why you visited his house?"
"How the hell do you know that? Do I have to scan my place for bugs?"
"Don't bother. If you find them all, we'll just hide them in different places."
"You're unbelievable."
"In our business, no one is above suspicion. It comes with the job, Either deal with it or resign although I hope you'll stay. You're a very valuable member of the team."
It was two days later that I received a call from an unknown number on my government-issued cell phone. "I don't know how you got this number, but my sense of privacy is diminishing by the minute."
"Be home at noon to accept delivery" was all the voice said before ending the call.
At exactly 12 p.m. the driver of an unmarked van delivered a laptop bag. I carefully unzipped the bag and verified that it was indeed stuffed with fifteen banded packs of $100 bills before calling Patrick.
"The package arrived."
"Bring it to my office."
I threw the bag with its contents on the passenger seat next to me and started to drive the mile to the office but halfway there I realized something was wrong. My vision started to blur and I felt sick. As I started to lose consciousness I made an effort to stop the car but couldn't react fast enough to avoid slamming into the back of another car stopped at a traffic light.
The air was filled with screams as people who witnessed the event called 911. Police and EMS personnel found Robert slumped over the air bag that had deployed on impact and quickly transported him to Mercy hospital after he was extracted from his car.
Robert spent the next two days in the hospital. During that time he was visited by a man representing himself as his brother-in-law but who in reality was Patrick Jamison.
"How are you doing?"
"Okay, I guess but I still don't know what's going on. The doctors haven't told me much. Can you use your influence and find out what the problem is?"
"Sure. I may have to bend the truth a little but when has that ever stopped us?"
"And while you're at it could you smuggle in for me a good corned beef sandwich?"
"I'll see what I can do."
Patrick left the room and went to the nearest nurses' station.
"Excuse me, but I need to speak with the doctor in charge of the patient in room 406."
'I'm afraid he's in surgery so you might have quite a wait."
"What room is his supervisor in?"
"Room 810 but I don't think he'll see you without an appointment."
"He'll see me. Just tell me his name."
"Dr. Thomas. Dr. William B. Thomas."
Upon exiting the elevator on the eighth floor, Patrick was immediately greeted by a person standing behind a long counter.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm here to see Dr. Thomas."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No, but I have this." Patrick handed the woman his ID card from the Department of Defense.
"Wait right here."
Within two minutes the woman returned.
"He'll see you in his office. Follow me."
Upon entering room 810 Patrick was greeted by Dr. Thomas.
"Mr. Jamison, why is the Department of Defense interested in me?"
"We're not. We're interested in the patient in room 406."
"Give me a second to find out who you're referring to."
Mr. Thomas accessed hospital records on his desktop computer and read the information about the patient known as Michael Drake.
"I'm not really authorized to speak to you about him."
"Call his room. He'll give you permission to speak to me about his condition."
To avoid any legal problems in the future, Dr. Thomas did just that and Patrick finally got some answers.
"Michael Drake was unconscious when he was admitted here. Besides the obvious bruises from the accident, his hands showed traces of a chemical called DMSO and some nasty pesticides. DMSO is a chemical that helps medicines get absorbed through the skin. In this case it helped the pesticides get absorbed. In simple terms, he was poisoned and it wasn't an accident. Those things don't occur together naturally. Needless to say, the police have been notified."
"Is DMSO easy to get?"
"Very easy. Just check the internet."
"Michael said he had a bag with him. Do you know where it is?"
"There's no record of any bag in my files. His clothes, watch and jewelry were put in a secure locker."
"Do your records state the name of the officer on the scene?"
"Yes. Brian Shaw."
"Thank you, doctor. If I have any further questions I'll be in touch."
Patrick walked out of the room and back to the elevator. He had a lot to discuss with Robert.
* * *
"What did you find out?"
"The car accident was no accident. You were poisoned."
'That's crazy. I never ate or drank anything that I didn't prepare myself."
"It wasn't food poisoning. Something you touched was coated in a poison that entered through your skin."
"It had to be the bag or the money."
"And both of them have disappeared."
"What do you mean, disappeared?"
"The hospital knows nothing about them. Looks like someone took an early Christmas present for himself."
"It had to be either the cops or EMS people."
"Yeah, but proving it isn't going to be easy. We'll monitor everyone's activity. Maybe we'll get lucky and the person who took the bag will try to make a purchase they normally couldn't afford or will be affected by the same poison. I can't imagine that they'd be stupid enough to try to deposit it.
"Do you know what happened to my car?"
"One of my informants said that it was a crumpled mess after the accident so the police put it on a flatbed truck and hauled it to the police impound yard. When you're out of here you'll have to talk to your insurance company."
"That bastard tried to kill me."
"Looks like it."
"Can't we arrest him?"
"I wish we could but as of now we have nothing that will hold up in court."
"You said you had bugs in my house. That means you have the conversation between Robles and myself about the bribe on tape. Can't we use that?"
"That recording is technically illegal. In this state a conversation can only be recorded if at least one of the participants is aware of it being made and neither of you were."
"That doesn't mean I can't frighten him with the recording."
"I'd tell you to be careful but I'd be preaching to the choir. In our line of work, that's what keeps us alive. Just keep me in the loop, okay? I'll try to protect you as best I can."
"I'm really going to enjoy taking this guy down."
"Is that the agent or ex-husband talking?"
"Both."
A knock on the open door to his hospital room alerted them to the arrival of a visitor. Noticing who it was, Patrick turned to Robert and said, "We'll talk again" before exiting the room.
The police officer walked over to Robert's hospital bed.
"Are you well enough to answer a few questions?"
"Yes but something tells me I might need a lawyer. Are you here to arrest me?"
"No, just to ask you some questions about the accident."
"There's not much to tell. I was driving to the bank to make a deposit and I suddenly felt very ill. That's all I can remember."
"The hospital says you were poisoned. Who wants you dead, Mr. Drake?"
"I'm a reporter. You asked who wants me dead? People who don't like the questions I ask, terrorists who disagree with what I write, government officials who I expose, shall I go on?"
"No one in particular?"
"In my line of work, it could have been one of a hundred people. People say "I'll kill you if you print that story but this is the first time someone actually tried."
"Here's my card. If you can narrow down that list, contact me."
With that, a visibly unhappy officer left the room.
Robert had barely enough time to collect his thoughts when he had another visitor.
"Can I come in?"
"Angie, what are you doing here?"
"The hospital notified me you were here."
"Why did they call you?"
"Don't you remember? Seven years ago, when we were still married you were admitted to this same hospital. You had surgery to repair a torn ligament when you accidentally twisted your ankle. Apparently, you never removed my name and phone number from your emergency contact list. What happened?"
"Food poisoning. Something I ate wasn't cooked well enough."
"Bullshit. They wouldn't have called me for a simple case of food poisoning."
"If I tell you the truth, you'll call me a liar and worst of all you'll hate me."
"Damn you Robert, it was secrets that split us up. It can't get any worse."
"You're right, it can't. You want the truth? Your husband tried to kill me."
What I expected was a violent denial and a series of curses from my ex-wife for even suggesting that, but what I saw was a woman who knew or at least suspected the type of person her husband was.
"I should have warned you. At home, Edward is a loving husband but at business gatherings, I've seen glimpses of a totally different person. What actually happened?"
"He poisoned me and I lost control of my car."
"Are you going to be okay?"
"I've still got all my fingers and toes so I guess the answer is yes."
"Is he going to be arrested?"
"I don't know but even if I did, I couldn't talk to you about the case. I hope you understand."
"You're afraid I'll report everything back to him, aren't you?"
"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't but I can't risk it. There's too much at stake."
Angie had only one more question before she left.
"Do you ever think about what you threw away for the sake of that job you have?"
"Every day, Angie. Every day."
* * *
Brian Shaw and all of the EMS workers involved in the traffic accident were notified to come to the hospital's emergency room. Upon arrival, each person was moved to a separate room where they were questioned and had blood drawn.
"What's this all about?" Shaw asked.
The attending physician replied, "That accident victim you rescued was poisoned and we need to find out if any of you have also been affected. Have you experienced any blurred vision or nausea?"
"No."
"Did you touch the victim or any of his possessions?"
"Yes."
"Were you wearing gloves?"
"Yes. I had to break his car window to get him out. I wore gloves to protect myself from the broken glass.
"That was more fortunate than you can imagine. I don't think you were poisoned but we'll be sure when the lab results come back. In the meantime we're going to keep you under observation."
Similar questions were asked in the other rooms to each of the members of the EMS response team with the same results. None of them tested positive for the poison.
* * *
As I lay in my hospital bed I thought about my situation. All I had was questions. I had agreed to take the bribe, so there was no reason to kill me. Why had Castle tried and would there be more attempts? Then there's the matter of the missing money. Was it just a crime of opportunity or was the bag taken to cover up the original crime? My thoughts were interrupted by a nurse who was there to take another blood sample. Considering how often they'd done that, it felt like they had as much of my blood as I did.
When I was released from the hospital I decided to have a talk with Castle. Patrick had supplied me with his personal cell phone number.
"Why are you calling me?
"I thought we had a deal."
"We do. What's the problem?"
"Our deal didn't include a murder attempt."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Your package almost sent me to the morgue."
"I don't know what you're talking about. What package?"
"Cut the crap. I recorded the conversation with your lawyer discussing our agreement."
There was a pause in the phone call as Castle processed that information.
"If that's true, why haven't you given the recording to your superiors?"
"To quote your lawyer, you pay better than the government."
"I think we need to continue this conversation in person. You know where I live."
"Sorry but after my recent accident I'd feel more comfortable on neutral ground."
"Pick the time and place."
"Paradise Valley Park has a skate park. Meet me there tomorrow at 10 a.m."
"A skate park?"
"Yeah, no other adults should be there. The alternative would be a place where each of us brings backup."
"Okay. There's just one problem. I don't drive anymore."
"Just make sure your driver stays in the car. I'd rather our conversation remained private."
* * *
I sat on a bench in one of the covered seating areas inside the skate park and waited for Castle. It wasn't long before he walked through the turnstile at the entrance and joined me.
"Tanner, considering our last conversation, I need to check you for any hidden recording devices."
He pulled out of his pocket one of those devices that people use to check for surveillance bugs in hotel rooms.
"No problem as long as I can check you too."
With those formalities completed we got down to the reason for this meeting.
"When you talked about the package, I assume you were talking about the payment we agreed on but I don't know anything about a murder attempt."
"Shortly after receiving a bag containing the money, I had a medical emergency that almost killed me."
"I don't understand."
"The hospital said that I was poisoned by something I touched and, in my mind it could only have been the bag or the money."
"You said it could have been them. Aren't you sure?"
"Funny thing is, both the bag and the money have disappeared."
"So, we're both out a hundred and fifty grand. I hope you don't expect me to replace it."
"No. I'm just saying the deal is off. I'm not interested in making a deal with the person who tried to kill me."
Looking around, Castle remarked, "I don't see any cops here to arrest me."
"When I have proof, you'll see plenty because if wasn't you then it was someone who works for you. I doubt very little is done without your knowledge or permission."
"Why are you telling me all this if I'm your prime suspect?"
"I might have been dirty enough to take a bribe but you made it personal and I've just made it my life's ambition to put you behind bars. I wanted you to know that when you're arrested it'll be because you tried to kill me, not because I want my wife back."
"But you do, don't you?"
"This meeting's over."
As I walked away I could hear Castle yell, "That's never going to happen, Tanner. She's mine now."
* * *
Castle arranged for a meeting at his house with Anthony Robles. He needed to fill in some of the gaps between arranging Robert's payoff and what he'd learned at the skate park. It seemed Robles might have left out some details about the money transfer.
"Robles, tell me again about the payment to Robert Tanner."
"I arranged for one of our truck drivers to deliver the money to him."
"That's all? Nothing else?"
"Sir, I've tried to protect you from anything that might affect you. Sometimes that means only telling you part of what happens. Do you really want to know everything?"
"I met with Tanner. From what he told me, I think I need to hear more."
"When the driver picked up the bag containing the money he was told to wear rubber gloves. The story I gave him was that I didn't want any fingerprints on the bag but the real reason was that I had prepared that bag in a special way. The handles were coated in a mixture of something called DMSO and a very strong pesticide. The DMSO would allow the poison to penetrate the skin of anyone who touched the handles."
"Why'd you do that?"
"To kill him, of course."
"Did I tell you to kill him?"
"No, but you said you'd be much happier if he was dead. I just assumed that was what you wanted."
"What happened next?"
"I was sitting in my car nearby when the payoff was made and I followed him when he got in his car with the bag. About ten minutes later his car lost control. That was probably when the poison took effect. Police and EMS people arrived and he was taken to Mercy hospital. Unfortunately, he survived."
"Damn it, Robles. I know you meant well but you screwed up and now Tanner is looking for the person responsible. You've got to get out of town."
"Won't that look suspicious?"
"Right now, he's concentrating on me and if he asks any questions, I'll play dumb. You're in this mess because you were trying to help. Now it's my turn to try to help you."
"Where would I go?"
"I can hide you on one of my properties along the southern border."
Taking out his cellphone, Castle called American Airlines at Phoenix International Airport.
"When is your next flight to Laredo, Texas? 5:25 p.m.? Thank you."
"Robles, everything is going to be okay. Take whatever you need but get on that flight. You'll be picked up at the airport in Texas by someone named Morgan and when the heat has died down, I'll send word that it's okay to return."
He moved a painting in the room to reveal a wall safe.
"You'll need some money so take this. It's $20,000 plus $500 for the ticket."
"Thank you, sir."
"Go. You don't have much time before that flight."
As he watched Robles drive away, Castle picked up his phone again.
"Morgan, there's a passenger arriving at Laredo International at 11:55 tonight, American Airlines flight 3232. His name is Anthony Robles. That's right, Robles, R O B L E S. I want you to pick him up. This will be a one-way trip. The $20,000 he's carrying should cover it."
Castle ended the call and poured himself a drink, confident that the police would never be able to prove he had anything to do with the poisoning ... unless they dug up half of Texas.
Robles's disappearance didn't go unnoticed and police put out a BOLO after Castle wasn't able to provide any useful information as to his whereabouts. Both Patrick and Robert knew that finding Robles was the key to finding out who was responsible for the attempt on Robert's life.
"Without Robles we're at a dead end," Patrick said.
"What other possible leads do we have?"
"Did you ever see the film,
All the President's Men
?"
"Isn't that the one about Watergate?"
"That's the one."
"What does that movie have to do with us?"
"There's a famous line in it.
Follow the money
."
"So we go looking for the bag."
"Exactly."
* * *
Something had changed since her trip to the hospital. Angie no longer felt safe around her husband. It wasn't anything Castle had said or done to her, it was imagining what he was capable of doing if his attitude toward her changed. In the days that followed she tried to hide it but Edward noticed. As Angie prepared dinner one evening, Castle brought up the subject.
"What's wrong, Angie? Lately you haven't been your usual self. You smile less and don't greet me quite as warmly. Have I done something wrong?"
"You haven't done anything wrong. I'm just a little tired."
"When you married me we agreed that we wouldn't keep secrets because that's what ruined your first marriage. Now tell me, what's wrong?"
"Robert's in the hospital. I was notified because I was still listed as an emergency contact. Someone tried to kill him."
"And you think I had something to do with it?"
"I don't know what to think."
"He and I had a deal. I paid him $150,000 to stay out of our lives. Why would I do that and then try to poison him?"
"You're right. It makes no sense. Let's just enjoy dinner."
Angie was pouring wine into her husband's glass when his words finally registered. She tried to remain composed but her hand involuntarily shook. She never mentioned poison.
Noticing his wife's nervousness Edward spoke. "That slip was unfortunate."
"Why did you try to kill him?"
"I may have wanted him dead but I didn't poison him. Robles did."
"We both know he wouldn't do that without some sort of approval from you. Aren't you afraid Robles will say something if he's arrested?"
"He's already been taken care of."
Angie placed a hand over her mouth and looked at her husband in shock. She now saw clearly the man she had married.
With a stare never before directed at his wife, Castle continued. "As much as I love you, I'm not going to prison. Do you understand?"
Angie meekly nodded. The message was clear. Her life depended on her silence.
* * *
Patrick and Robert weren't the only ones interested in that bag of money. Someone had stolen $150,000 from Castle and he wasn't about to let them get away with it. His reputation and ego wouldn't allow it. In addition, it was the last thing that could connect him to the murder attempt. Castle's network of informants had provided him with the names of Brian Shaw and the EMS workers at the scene of Robert's accident. Knowing when that EMS crew was on duty, it was easy to stage an accident where they would be the ones to respond. A frantic 911 call by someone identifying himself as an officer already on the scene described a brutal gang attack of an elderly couple. Three actors and some fake blood was all it took to lure the crew into the trap.
As the crew bent down to treat the "victims" the two actors stood up and drew their guns.
"What the hell?"
"Follow instructions and you might live another day."
"What do you want?"
"Answers. You responded to an accident involving an unconscious man involved in a car accident. What happened to his possessions?"
The three workers looked at each other in confusion. Then one of them spoke.
"I don't know what you're talking about. We just transported the guy to Mercy Hospital."
"If you're lying, we'll make sure your families suffer as much as you do. This is your last chance to say if you took something that didn't belong to you."
The youngest crew member, someone barely twenty-one, in a quivering voice said, "Mister, all we did was move the man, honest."
"Just keep in mind what I said and when you log this event, you're going to report it as a prank call. Understand?"
All three EMS workers shook their heads.
"Now, get out of here."
* * *
The report given to Castle was that the EMS workers practically shit themselves when confronted so if the EMS workers really did have the money they were better actors than the thugs Castle hired. That only left Brian Shaw, but if it was him, Castle would have to make an example of him. Brian Shaw was one of the cops on Castle's payroll, one of the cops he kept in the contact list on his phone.
"Officer Shaw, say yes if you know who this is."
"Yes."
"Describe the events of the car accident you responded to last week. Don't leave anything out. Believe me when I say your life depends on it."
"Yes sir. Last Tuesday I received a call of an accident at the corner of Ferris Avenue and West Fourth Street. I responded and found two cars involved in a collision at the stop light. According to witnesses, one driver lost control and crashed into the back of the car in front of him. The driver of the car that caused the crash was slumped over the wheel of his car and I had to smash the driver's side window to get him out. Three EMS workers took him to a hospital and I arranged for a flatbed truck to remove his damaged car from the scene. It was taken to the police impound yard. That's the whole story."
"Think carefully. Was anything removed from the car?"
"No sir."
"Then I have a task for you. Take a kitchen trash bag to the impound yard and find that car. Somewhere inside the car there should be a small piece of luggage. Wear gloves so that your fingerprints are not on it when you pick it up. Put it in the trash bag and bring it to me. Once it's in the bag you can take your gloves off. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Complete this task and there will be a $2000 bonus for you."
An hour later a patrol car arrived at the Castle residence and Brian Shaw handed a white garbage bag to Castle.
"Where was it?"
"I found it wedged under the dashboard, partially hidden by the twisted metal of the car. It must have been on the front passenger seat when the accident occurred and the impact catapulted it forward."
"I promised you a bonus. You'll find a banded pack of twenty-dollar bills on the table over there. You earned it."
"Thank you, sir."
* * *
Brian Shawn's body was discovered slumped over his steering wheel, killed by a poison similar to that used on Robert but this time there was no doubt what caused it, a pack of twenty-dollar bills found in his coat pocket. Entering the facts of his death into the computer system at the Paradise Valley Police Department headquarters triggered a message to contact Patrick Jamison of the Department of Defense.
"Mr. Jamison, this is Sheriff Harris of the Paradise Valley PD. We were instructed to contact you."
"What happened?"
"A police officer was poisoned."
"Brian Shaw?"
"Yes, but how did you know that?"
"Wait a second while I check something."
After a short pause, Patrick was on the line again.
"How quickly can you get a search warrant?"
"If you can provide just cause, Judge Parker will issue one today."
"I'll be there in two hours."
* * *
As Sheriff Harris left the judge's chambers he asked Patrick, "You're sure about this?"
"On a scale of one to ten, I give this a solid eight."
"Okay, let's go serve this search warrant."
"Make sure everyone wears rubber gloves. If I'm right we don't want a third person getting poisoned."
Two patrol cars pulled up to the entrance to Castle's home, Harris and Jamison in one and two additional officers in the other. At the entrance to the house, Sheriff Harris started banging loudly.
Castle opened the door.
"Sheriff, why all the banging?"
"I have a warrant to search the house and all of your property. Are you alone?"
"No. My wife is upstairs."
"Please call her."
"Angie, would you come to the front door?"
Seeing the police, Angie was confused. "Hello, Sheriff. Is there a problem in the neighborhood?"
"I have a warrant to search the house and all of its grounds. Please stand next to your husband while we conduct the search."
Under other circumstances Castle would contact his lawyer but currently that wasn't possible.
"What are you looking for?"
No one answered. Patrick just kept waving a scanning device as he and the officers walked through the house. After a half hour with no luck in locating what they were looking for, Patrick was considering what to do next. It would take more than the four of them to investigate any recently tilled land where the bag with the tracking device he had added might have been buried. Disappointed, he was about to ask the Sheriff to bring more officers to aid in the search when he had an idea. Turning to Castle, he asked "Where's your safe?"
"My safe?"
"Yeah, anyone who lives in a place this expensive must have a safe."
"It's in the walk-in closet in the master bedroom."
"And where's the other one?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You see, there's a guy I know, Manny Alvarez. Nice guy with a beautiful wife and two beautiful daughters. Been married almost twenty-five years now. The problem is that they live in a dangerous neighborhood. You know the type, too many crooks and no cops around when you need them."
"Get to the damn point!"
"I'm getting to it. Anyway, he's been robbed a few times so now he makes it a habit of carrying two wallets, one to surrender if it happens again and one with all the important stuff."
Castle looked nervous as he said, "I only have one."
"Sheriff, how long would it take to get a metal detector here?"
"Less than an hour, why?"
"To locate his second safe."
"That won't be necessary. It's behind the oil painting of my wife."
"Open it and back away."
Castle did as he was told and then stood next to Angie before whispering, "I told you I was never going to prison."
With that, he reached behind him and pulled out a gun that had been tucked into his pants under his sport jacket. Shots rang out and Castle lay in a pool of blood as Angie started screaming.
Sheriff Harris told one of the officers to take Angie outside while they checked the safe. Inside was the laptop bag and a bottle of DMSO. Castle obviously hadn't had time to get rid of them.
"What made you think of a safe?" the sheriff asked.
"At the judge's office I told you that I found the bag and hid a tracking device in it but the signal was no longer coming from the car. In fact, I wasn't getting a signal at all. I thought Castle might have found the tracking device or buried the bag but then I thought about a safe. It's walls would also prevent the signal from being received."
"I guess the case is over now."
"All except the part I hate the most, the damn paperwork."
* * *
Patrick needed to do one more thing before returning to his office."
"Hey, Robert, how're you doing?"
"Okay, I guess. Surveillance can get boring."
"I think you can expect some excitement pretty soon."
Why's that?"
"I have a feeling there's going to be a turf war."
"Why? What's changed?"
"Castle's dead."
"Dead? How?"
"Where can we meet for a drink? I'll tell you everything."
"Do you know the steakhouse in Tucson called The Cork?"
"Yes."
"Make reservations for 6:30."
The Cork was a place I had to clean up for. After a week of wearing clothes that Walmart would be ashamed to sell, I got a chance to wear the one outfit I had that made me feel good; a sport jacket, slacks, black shirt and loafers, no socks or tie.
As I sat at the bar, I kept scanning the door for Patrick, barely touching my drink. All I could think about was Castle's death ... and Angie.
When he finally arrived, he motioned to me and a waitress seated us at a table.
"Order whatever you want, Patrick. My treat. This is a day I want to celebrate."
"You sure about that? I could probably figure out a way to write it off as a business expense."
"I'm sure. And after we've ordered I want to hear every detail."
Looking at the menu Patrick said, "I'm going to start with something I've never tried before, the bison, venison and kangaroo appetizer."
"I'm not ready to be that adventurous. I'm going to stick with the prime rib."
The one thing we did agree on was ordering bourbon with our meals.
As we waited for our meals, Patrick began the story.
"On a hunch, after the cop and EMS workers tested negative for the poison I went to the police impound yard and checked the car for the bag. Finding it, I considered what to do. I could have removed it but I had a different idea. I decided to set a trap. I placed a GPS tracker inside one of the pockets of the bag I thought no one would check."
"And you just happened to have a GPS tracker with you?"
"That took a bit of improvising and a pocket knife. I have a GPS tracker sewn into my laptop case. It's the size of a credit card. I know it was a risk leaving all that money in the car but I felt reasonably sure the only person who would take it was the person who poisoned you. I told the police that the car was not to be touched since it was part of an active investigation."
"And Castle took the bait."
"Not exactly. I got a report of a second poisoning, but this time the person died. It was Brian Shaw, the officer who pulled you from your car when you had your accident."
"I'm confused."
"I can't be sure about this part but I think he was the one who removed the bag from your car and took it to Castle. He was found dead in his car with $2000 that had been coated in the same way as the bag had been.
Our food started to arrive and we ate while Patrick continued the story.
"I checked the tracker and found out that the bag was no longer in the car. I drove to Paradise Valley and got a search warrant. Accompanied by the police I confronted Castle in his house. After the bag was discovered, he decided to shoot it out and he was killed."
"I wish I could have been there when you took him down."
"I told you that you couldn't be involved in his arrest."
After a short pause, I asked, "How is Angie taking all this?"
"Frankly, I think Angie could use a friend right now. Call her."
"I wouldn't know what to say."
"Tell me honestly, how do you see your life In twenty years, alone with maybe a pet, living a lie with someone else like you did with Angie? This life isn't for everyone. It's for loners, not people who have a chance for happiness with a person who loves them."
"But ..."
"There are no buts. She needs you. My guess is that Angie is unaware of the illegal nature of her husband's company. My boss would hate me for saying this but I'm telling you to walk away from this life and help her because Consolidated Trucking, with all of its legal problems, is her company now."
The truth of that statement hit hard. "How much time do I have to make a decision?"
"I wouldn't wait too long. I'm sure Castle's business partners and competitors have already heard of his death and are considering some sort of action."
"What about my current assignment?"
"As of now you're on a two-week leave due to emotional stress related to this case."
"Thank you."
* * *
I didn't call Angie. I still hadn't found the right words. What I did was to book a room at the local DoubleTree and wait for Castle's obituary to appear in the newspaper. It seemed important to be at the funeral, supporting her in spirit even though I wasn't going to make my presence known.
The newspaper reported that the services and burial were to be held at the same location in Scottsdale. Both were attended by many people I knew, people more comfortable holding a gun than a hymnal, all there in an obvious attempt to get the inside track on "helping Angie manage the business."
It had been a long time since I'd worn a black suit but I wanted to blend in as much as possible, sitting in the back as the services took place and later standing at a reasonable distance as Castle was lowered into the ground. I thought I'd been careful but obviously not careful enough. Later that night my phone rang.
"Why didn't you talk to me?"
"Angie?"
"I saw you at the funeral today but you never said a word."
"I wasn't even sure I'd be welcome."
"You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, I should be apologizing to you."
"After all the mistakes I've made, let's call it even. By the way, how did you get my phone number?"
"It was in the list of contacts on Edward's phone."
"To make up for today, would it be okay if I dropped by?"
"I'd like that."
"Would tomorrow be too soon?"
"Be here for lunch and I'll make corned beef sandwiches. You still like them, don't you?"
"Rye bread and deli mustard?"
"Of course."
"You sure know how to sweet-talk a guy. Do you need me to bring anything?"
"No but I might need a hug or two to convince me everything's going to be okay."
"I can do that and Angie?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you called."
* * *
Angie greeted me at the door with one of those hugs she said she needed, a hug both of us were reluctant to break. Reaching down to hold my hand, she started walking.
"Let's sit on the back deck. It's my favorite spot to relax. Would you like something to drink?"
"Water will be fine."
"Tap, sparkling or distilled?"
"Tap."
I walked with Angie into a kitchen that looked straight out of Architectural Digest. Stainless steel appliances, marble countertops and mahogany cabinets filled a room almost as big as the apartment we used to live in.
Seeing me staring, Angie said, "Impressive, isn't it? Edward bought only the best. I'm actually thinking of selling this place. It was never our house. Everything you see, he picked out. If I'm being honest, I was just another piece of furniture he filled it with."
"Angie ..."
"No, don't stop me. I need to say this. I was never really happy here. I should have left a long time ago. And now, everything is so overwhelming. He's dead and I'm in charge of a business I know nothing about."
Angie started to cry and I reached over to hold her close.
"Don't cry, baby. I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I promise."
That's when I kissed her and there were no longer any doubts about what I wanted my life to look like in twenty years.
When Angie opened her eyes I could see she felt it too.
As she started unbuttoning her blouse, she said, "Don't say anything. I need this. I need to be reminded what I've been missing for the last five years."
What started in the kitchen ended in the bedroom as each of us expressed the love we thought we'd lost.
Lying in bed afterward, I was the first to speak. "I'm quitting my job."
"Quitting?"
"I saw what life was like without you and I didn't like it."
"No more secrets?"
"No more secrets. Well, maybe one but it'll be one we share. Except for the people I work for, everyone knows me as Michael Drake. Can you live with that?"
"How much energy do you have left ... Michael?"
The next two days were spent making up for lost time and while I would have liked to live in that fantasy world forever, I knew there was work to do. While Angie was setting the dinner table, I decided to reveal who I really was."
"Angie, please sit down. It's time you learned the truth."
Unsure of what I was about to tell her, Angie had a worried look as she joined me at the table.
Taking a deep breath, I continued. "I'm an undercover federal agent working for the US Department of Defense. That's why I couldn't tell you what I did when I was away."
Seeing confusion and disbelief in Angie's eyes, I handed her my wallet with my ID card in it.
"I really was trying to protect you but I couldn't say anything even when it cost me my marriage."
"And Edward?" Angie asked.
"Your husband owns property on the Mexican border and he was using his trucking company to smuggle illegal aliens across it, sometimes even engaging in sex trafficking. The money he paid me was a bribe to make sure I didn't interfere although I'll never know why he tried to kill me. Maybe he thought I wouldn't honor our agreement. Maybe he thought I'd come back asking for more. The reason isn't important. What is important is that I was never actually taking the bribe. My superiors were aware of what was happening and the government was trying to build a case to take down his whole operation."
Angie abruptly got up from the table and started pacing the floor, trying to wrap her head around all of this information.
"Oh my God! You're saying that I now own a human smuggling and sex trafficking operation?"
"I'm afraid so and my guess is that some of your new business partners and competitors were at your husband's funeral."
"You have to believe me. I never knew."
"I'll do what I can to untangle you from this mess but I'm going to need your help."
"What do you want me to do?"
"You reached me by finding my information on your husband's phone. I want you to get a pad and copy down the information of everyone in his contact list."
"Anything else?"
"Did Edward ever work at home?"
"Yes. He converted one of the bedrooms into an office."
"Show me."
The room was filled with file cabinets and a massive wooden desk but what caught my attention was the desktop computer on it.
"Is this the only computer in the house?"
"Yes. We both used it."
"Your husband never used something else, a laptop or a tablet?"
"I never saw one."
"Would you log on, please?"
When the main screen opened, many programs and folders appeared.
"Which of the folders were created by your husband?"
As Angie scanned the screen a puzzled look appeared on her face.
"None of them. These are all my folders."
"That leaves two possibilities. There might be invisible folders but more likely he kept his files on a flash drive."
"Invisible folders?"
"Some computers are capable of creating them. It's a level of security but not a great one."
It didn't take long to confirm the absence of hidden folders or files. That left only the possibility that a flash drive existed, one that he didn't even trust to be kept in the safe with the bag and poison and the information on it had to be extremely sensitive.
"What are in the file cabinets?"
"I don't know. Those belonged to Edward."
Walking over to them I discovered they contained bank statements and documents related to his company.
"It's too late for me to look through all these papers now but in the morning I'll start writing down the names of the companies mentioned. The cabinets weren't locked which leads me to believe we won't find much but it'll give us a place to start. While I make a quick phone call I want you get Edward's phone and start making a copy of that contact list."
* * *
"Patrick, I've made my decision. I'm handing in my resignation."
"I'm happy for you."
"Can I call you if the need arises?"
"That depends. If you need publicly available information the answer is yes but that's all. As long as Angie controls Castle's business, she's on the wrong side of the law."
"Understood."
"What do you need?"
"For starters, can you find out how many shares of Consolidated Trucking she owns?"
"I can tell you that right now. Castle was the President and majority stockholder of the company. He held 120,000 shares which represents 60% of the shares issued. Anything else?"
"Did you ever put together that list of Castle's properties I once asked you for?"
"I actually completed it just before your car accident but in all the excitement I forgot to give it to you. He owns eight properties, five in Arizona and three in Texas. The total value of the properties including any houses on them is about 2.3 million."
"Is that land owned by the trucking company or Castle personally?"
"The records list them as owned by the company."
"Thanks, Patrick. I owe you one."
* * *
It was 11 p.m. that Edward's list of contacts was finally transcribed. It was four pages long and included the names of judges, politicians and police officers as well as my own.
"Angie, this is some list."
"I agree. There are some very prominent people on it."
"Once you're no longer connected to your husband's business, I'd like to pass this information along to my government friends but I won't do it without your permission."
"If you can get me out of this mess, you have my blessing to do whatever you want with any information you find."
"I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be very busy. We better get some sleep tonight."
"Not even a quickie?"
"That word is not in your vocabulary and you know it. Now give me a kiss to last me until I see you again."
One thing I learned from my marriage is that when Angie wants something, she can be very persistent. The kiss that Angie gave me might have caused a priest to reconsider his vows.
"That was definitely not a goodbye kiss."
"You can't blame me for trying to change your mind, can you?"
"I'll see you in the morning."
* * *
The alarm clock on the nightstand by the bed said it was 3:27 a.m. when I woke up. The whole situation was suddenly very clear. If I could separate Angie from Consolidated Trucking her legal troubles would disappear. With that in mind, I turned the light on and opened up my laptop. The website of Consolidated Trucking stated the names of its officers which included Edward Castle, eight board members, a phone number and an address in Phoenix. Morning couldn't come fast enough.
At 8:30 a.m. I contacted Angie.
"Robert, why are you calling so early?"
"It's Michael, remember? But don't worry, if you ever slip up in public just tell everyone you sometimes use my middle name. Anyway, today we are going to set the wheels in motion to get you out of harm's way. I'll tell you my plan when I see you but until then I want you to ask yourself two questions. How much money do you need to be happy and is there an object in the house that Edward prized so much that you were never allowed to touch it? I should be at your house in twenty minutes. Bye."
* * *
Angie was waiting at the front door when I arrived. I ran up to her and kissed her before dragging her inside.
"What's gotten into you Michael?"
"Now I know how Archimedes felt."
"What are you talking about?"
"There's a story about a famous Greek named Archimedes. One day as he was taking a bath he got a great idea. He was so happy that he rushed out of the house to tell somebody, disregarding the fact that he was completely naked."
"If you're that happy, then I'm really interested in this plan you have."
"Before I tell it to you, did you think about the two questions I asked?"
"I couldn't come up with a number."
"Because it was too big?"
"Because I've learned that money has little to do with happiness."
"Then I'll ask it a different way. How much money would it take for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life and do everything on your bucket list?
"I don't know. Maybe two million?"
"Now, what about that second question?"
"There's only one thing I can think of."
"What is it?"
"Edward was a huge baseball fan. He bought a few signed pieces but the one he prized above all others was a baseball signed by Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig."
"Where is it?"
"It's on display in the man cave he created in the basement along with his other baseball stuff."
"Can I see it?"
"I'll just need to get the key to the cabinet. It's on the ring with his house keys."
The basement was what many men dream of when they think of a man cave. It had a 75" TV, leather recliners, a billiard table, a bar, signs related to cars and gasoline and a display case filled with baseball memorabilia. Prominently displayed in a box on a pedestal was the baseball Angie talked about.
"I can understand why he'd keep it locked away. Authenticated baseballs like this might sell for $100,000. Would you take it out of the case so I can get a closer look at it?"
"Sure."
Angie unlocked the case and handed me the box. Investigating the object yielded nothing special but the same couldn't be said of the pedestal it sat on. When I picked it up I discovered it was hollow as a flash drive fell out.
"Is that what I think it is?" Angie asked.
"I'll bet my salary on it. Put the pedestal and baseball back in the case. One day though, you might want to have someone check if the ball is real. Let's take this flash drive upstairs and plug it into the computer."
This time more than just Angie's files appeared on the screen. Opening the flash drive yielded dozens of folders and hundreds of files. It only took looking at one file to verify that that this little object could bring down the entire operation.
"What do we do now?" Angie asked.
"First we make sure that you're safe from prosecution. Then, we send this drive and Edward's phone to my contact in the government. After that, we just sit back and watch all the bad guys get sent to prison."
"Sounds easy when you say it like that."
"Do you want to take a break before we begin?"
"No. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"The first thing you're going to do is call the main office of Consolidated Trucking and set up a meeting with the board members. The office is in Phoenix."
"You'll be with me at that meeting, right?"
"As your trusted assistant. But I need you to project strength in the boardroom. Can you do that?"
"I think so."
"Try again and make it sound convincing."
"I can do it."
"We're going to have to work on that. Now, do you own a power suit?"
"You mean like a comic book superhero?"
I tried not to laugh. "No I mean an expensive outfit that commands respect. Not an expensive gown, something more businesslike."
"Not really."
Then, before we make that phone call, we're going shopping. What's the most expensive shop near here?"
"Neiman Marcus."
"Then that's where we're going."
"Are you crazy?"
"For five years I've saved my money, never having a reason until now to spend it, so here's what's going to happen. We're going to Neiman Marcus. I'm going to do all the talking and your only job is to pay close attention to the way I act. Got it?"
"Got it."
In my years of working for the government I've learned a few things. Confidence and money or at least the appearance of it earns respect. Confidently walking up to one of the employees at Neiman Marcus I asked to speak to the person in charge of the women's wear section.
"Can I help you?" the head of the department said with a tone that seemed dismissive.
"My wife needs an outfit for a board meeting. Do you have something suitable?"
"That depends. What is your budget?"
In a very authoritative tone I replied, "I asked if you had something suitable not what it costs."
Understanding my meaning, her attitude changed slightly but she still tried to maintain control of the situation. "I'm sure we can find something acceptable."
"The outfit will include a pair of shoes and a hat."
Skeptical but not as arrogant as before she asked "And how will you be paying for this?"
I think both she and Angie nearly had a heart attack when I pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills from my jacket and replied "Cash."
The bill came to $6,497.53 but it was worth every penny. If Angie ever walked into that department again, her reception would be quite different. Angie carefully laid the bag containing the suit across the back seat of my car after I put the other bags in the trunk.
"Holy shit Michael, I've never owned a suit this expensive."
"We're not finished."
"We're not?"
"Once the meeting is confirmed you're going to Bella Donna Salon and Spa in Scottsdale for the full treatment - hair, manicure, pedicure, facial, the works. You saw how I dealt with that snob at Neiman Marcus. I want you to have the same
take no prisoners
attitude I did when you walk into that boardroom. I'll tell you what to say but you have to deliver the words with conviction. I know it's not your normal personality but considering who we're dealing with, I need you to be a badass bitch."
"You really think I can do this?"
"Any time you begin to feel that you can't, think of what will happen to you if you're sent to prison."
I paused for a few seconds to let that thought sink in.
"When we get back to your house, you'll make the call. I have your script all prepared and I'll be sitting right beside you to help if any problems arise. Just remember to put the call on speaker so I can hear both parts of the conversation."
* * *
"Consolidated Trucking, how may I direct your call?"
"This is Mrs. Edward Castle. Are any of the board members available?"
"Hold on Mrs. Castle. I'll check."
"Mr. Daniels, Mrs. Castle is on line two."
"Put her through."
"Mrs. Castle, I'm connecting you to Mr. Daniels. Please hold."
"Angie, I'm sorry that I was unable to attend Edward's funeral. Please accept my condolences. How may I help you?"
"I want an emergency board meeting scheduled for this week."
"I don't think that will be possible."
"Make it possible or I'll sell all of Edward's stock to someone who might not be as open-minded about the company's activities on the border. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mrs. Castle. Would Friday at 11:00 a.m. be acceptable? I think that will be enough time to ensure everyone can attend."
"There better be a quorum on Friday or the company will have a new majority stock holder Monday morning."
"Yes, Mrs. Castle."
As Angie ended the call she turned to me. "How'd I do?"
"Couldn't you tell? Daniels went from
I don't think it's possible
to
Yes, Mrs. Castle
once you asserted yourself. Now let's schedule your salon appointment for Thursday. I'm going to put the phone on speaker again."
"Bella Donna Salon and Spa. How can I help you?"
"I'd like to schedule the full spa treatment for my wife. You know, hair, nails, facial, everything. It's our anniversary and I want her to have the best."
"Well, let me be the first to wish you a happy anniversary. What number is it?"
"It will be our tenth."
"Well, this will help make it very special. What day can she come in?"
"Our anniversary is Thursday."
"Let me check our calendar. Oh, I'm so sorry. Thursday is all booked. Perhaps we can schedule it Friday."
"Just out of curiosity, how much would the full spa experience cost?"
"I can't give you an exact amount because I don't know the condition of her hair or what she wants but it might cost $500."
"So, you can't reschedule someone else if I paid, let's say, $1000?"
"Hold on a minute."
Elevator music played as the person I was speaking to obviously was consulting with her boss.
Angie had to control herself as the girl said "We'll expect your wife at 10:a.m. on Thursday. What's her name?"
"Angie Castle."
"We look forward to seeing her. Once again, happy anniversary Mr. Castle."
"Thank you."
As I ended the call, Angie punched me in the shoulder.
"What was that for?"
"You're bad. You're really bad."
"I'm just showing you what a little money and a lot of confidence can do. Think about what you could do with two-million dollars."
"When will I see your script for the board meeting?"
"Tomorrow, but it won't be an actual script. It's not like a phone call. It'll be more like talking points to use during the meeting. Is there a dvd player hooked up to the TV in the basement?"
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I brought a movie I'd like you to watch."
"Pornographic, I hope."
"Maybe next time. Right now I need you to stay focused on Friday."
"What movie did you bring?"
"It's called
The Devil Wears Prada
."
As the credits rolled at the end of the movie, Angie turned to me.
"Meryl Streep was a real, controlling bitch. That's what you want?"
"To survive this mess, that's exactly who you have to become."
"Then that's exactly the look I'm going to ask for at the salon. It'll help me get in character."
"We'll print out a picture of the character she played in the movie and you can take to the salon."
On Thursday I drove Angie to the salon but picked up someone I barely recognized. She was the spitting image of Meryl Streep in that movie, same hair color, same hair style, even the same sunglasses that she wore. She even seemed to walk with more confidence. As she got into the car I asked, "How do you feel?"
"Like a totally different person."
"In what way?"
"More in control, as if I really am Meryl Streep in that movie."
"That's good because the board members are going to do their best to make you feel small, incapable of running the company as well as they can."
"Then they have a surprise coming because right now I feel like I could take on the world."
"I'll be there as your personal assistant to provide information if needed but you have to remember to treat me as a subordinate not an equal."
"Understood."
To make a grand entrance, Angie arrived ten minutes late to the meeting. The secretary, startled by Angie's new appearance didn't recognize her at first.
"Are all the board members inside?"
"Only six, Mrs. Castle. Mr. Sanchez and Mr. Costa are out of town."
The secretary got out of her seat to open the door to the boardroom.
Without a smile Angie walked into the room and addressed the men there.
"Gentlemen. I'm pleased to see you were able to attend on such short notice."
Mr. Daniels pulled out a chair at the large table for her to sit and Angie reacted immediately.
"Is that where my husband usually sat?"
"No, Mrs. Castle."
Mr. Nichols hurriedly got up from his seat at the head of the table and took a different chair.
Angie walked to where Nichols had been but didn't sit down. I walked with her but stood closer to the front wall. Grasping the top of the large office chair she addressed the group.
"I want to make sure everyone knows the purpose of this meeting."
Mr. Nichols interrupted. Pointing to me he asked "Who's he?"
"My personal assistant. He's here to provide any information that I might not have at my fingertips."
"This meeting is for board members only."
Staring directly at Nichols Angie replied, "This is
my
company now. If I say he stays, he stays."
"You don't understand. This business is complicated and in these meetings we discuss things that have to remain private." After a slight pause Mr. Nichols continued, "Mrs. Castle, go home and let us do our job. We're good at it."
I could see Angie's fingers tighten on the chair as she reacted to the implications of that remark.
"Look at me. I mean really look at me. Do I look like the same clueless trophy wife you saw at company functions? After Edward's death I no longer have to hide my true self. You want to continue business as usual, fine. You want to deal in human lives, that's your choice. But to do that, you're going to have to buy me out because if you don't, next week another majority stockholder will be sitting in this chair and I guarantee your human trafficking operation will come to an end."
"You're bluffing."
Staring straight at Nichols, Angie replied, "Then call my bluff."
A silence hung over the room as the other board members watched the scene. It was then that Nichols' true personality showed itself.
"Wearing a pair of pants doesn't make you a man and no dyke is going to tell me what to do."
"This meeting is over! Enjoy your weekend gentlemen because your world changes in three days."
Angie motioned for me to follow her as she walked to the door.
"Wait!" Mr. Daniels yelled.
Angie turned around and Daniels continued. "There are six of us here. All it takes is five votes to agree to your proposal. How much would it cost to buy you out?"
"I currently hold sixty percent of the shares in the company, that's 120,000 shares."
She turned to me and asked, "Michael, what is today's price of a share?"
"$42.18"
"And what would be the total value of my shares?"
"$5,061,600"
"Let's call it an even five million. That's my price, paid by the end of business today."
"You can't be serious. It's impossible to get that much cash on such short notice."
"Those are my terms. I'll wait outside while you discuss it amongst yourselves."
Even outside the boardroom we could hear the shouting inside. The threat of a new owner not only stopping their operation but reporting past crimes swayed the vote. None of them wanted to go to prison. Daniels opened the door and asked us to return.
"We'll agree to buy you out but the most we can raise today is three million. Will you accept that with the balance to be paid within thirty days?"
"Have the legal department type up the agreement and all board members present sign it. I'm going to lunch. When the document is ready for my signature text me. I'll contact my bank to expect the transfer of the money by 5:00 p.m."
"Yes, Mrs. Castle."
Once in the elevator, Angie grabbed me and gave me a kiss that lasted until the doors started to open in the lobby.
"Five million dollars. I can't believe it."
"You were magnificent in there."
"It was all your preparation. I knew what to expect and I was ready."
"How would you like to celebrate?"
"Besides ripping your clothes off right now?"
"I'm afraid that'll have to wait. We still have to go back when the documents are ready."
"I'm too excited to eat. Maybe a cup of coffee?"
"You might be overdressed for Dunkin' Donuts."
Angie laughed, realizing how crazy it would be to walk into a Dunkin' Donuts shop in a $6,000 outfit.
"Where would you suggest?"
"The documents probably won't be ready for a couple of hours. Why don't we wait at your house? It's only a half-hour drive."
It was ninety minutes later that Angie received a text that the documents were ready for her signature and at exactly 4:36 p.m. Angie's bank account was three million dollars richer.
"I still can't believe that I'm a millionaire. What do we do now, just send the phone and flash drive to your friend?"
"No. We wait until after the final two million is transferred. I don't want anything to interfere with that last payment."
"So we just sit around and wait for thirty days?"
"Unless you have a better idea."
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas. Just give me a minute to get out of this outfit."
|
[
"police",
"romance",
"corruption",
"crime"
] |
The New Guy [M4F] - Part 1 of series
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-new-guy-m4f-part-1-of-series
| 4.36 | null |
Audio
|
So you heard there's a new guy in the office that all the other girls have been crushing over.... all of them have said stuff like "I want to find out what's in those pants of his" or stuff like, "he can do naughty things to me"... you are curious about what these other girls have been gushing over....
So you were getting water in the breakroom... the water dispenser was quite low, so you had to bend over a little to refill your water.... you've been working out your legs alot lately so you're feeling kinda good about how your ass looks... as you finish refilling your water you stand up and turn around... you notice the new guy everyone's been talking about.... you were quite positive that he was staring at your ass... you glance down to see a quite sizable bulge in his pants ... he just smiled and said "excuse me", as he began refilling his water... While putting your bottle cap on, you finally get a good look at him.... black hair, very muscular, great complexion, and his butt was straining on his slacks...
He stands up and smiles...then walks out of the break room... you return to your desk and daydream a little about how you wouldn't mind having his muscular body pressed on top of you while lying between your legs.... you push those sexy thoughts out of your mind and get back to work....
You were so focused on your work that you notice you are 20 minutes past your leaving time... you stand up and look around and no one is around....
So you sit down and stretch a little because your back was kind of sore from working out...
A few minutes later you feel some strong hands kneading on your shoulders... you stand up quickly and turn around to see the new guy... "Sorry, you just seem like you were tense, and I used to do massages in my past job as a physical therapist"....
At first, you were shocked, but then you noticed how hot and muscular the new guy was...so you sat down and pointed to your shoulders.....
The new guy starts massaging your shoulders while you're sitting down.. You feel his hands kneading your shoulders and imagine those strong fingers inside your pussy..
Now this is from the new guy's point of view...
I slowly kiss and bite and suck your neck from behind...while still massaging your shoulders....you are getting so hot...you turn your head towards me so I can passionately kiss your lips and suck on your tongue...you're so hot right now that you turn the chair around and unzip my zipper on my pants... you suck on my hard dick and feel it throb inside your mouth.. You lick under my shaft underneath the vein on the bottom.... my cock is getting so shiny from your saliva...your pussy is so wet in your panties right now...you spit on my dick and continue to slide it deep into your hot mouth....
I grab you from your chair and place you right on the computer desk facing me.... you are wearing a skirt, so I lift it up and slide your panties to the side.. You love it when I gently lick and bite your inner thighs... my tongue slowly trailing to your clit... I suck and lick your clit softly...I slide 2 fingers inside you... you can't take it any longer, and you grab my cock...I let you pull my cock towards your pussy.... you feel my muscles tense up as I stop my dick right before penetrating you.... you just feel the head of my cock touching your outer pussy lips....
I grab your hair and tilt your head backwards as I stick my tongue deeply into your mouth.... you want it so bad that you start sucking on my tongue like it's my dick...I tilt your head backwards more by pulling on the back of your hair harder..."you want this big dick in your pussy don't you naughty girl"
I slowly plunge inside your tight pussy in one long stroke as you moan in my ear...
You feel your tight pussy stretching as I slide in slowly...inch by inch.... I slowly move in and out of you till you can see my dick get frothy from our juices....you can't believe how good my cock feels sliding in and out slowly on your tight pussy.... "do you like that" i said.... and you're barely able to say "yes daddy" because your pussy is pulsating with pleasure...
I can feel your juices dripping down my shaft every time I slide in and out... your juices dripping down my shaft of my huge dick...down my balls...
As I bite your lip, I cum inside your beautiful pussy as you moan and cum at the same time....you feel my warm cum seep inside your tight pussy.... This causes your pussy to tighten up around my big dick as your pussy starts convulsing....waves of pleasure pass through your hot body.... you suck and kiss my mouth. That orgasm was so intense that you couldn't fuck anymore... so you lay back and we both watched as you squeezed your pussy. We watch both of our juices slowly seep out of your tight, wet pussy....
|
[
"dominant",
"new guy",
"daddy",
"naughty",
"public sex",
"work sex",
"office",
"big dick",
"good girl",
"masculine"
] |
Pretend I'm Aditi
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https://www.literotica.com/s/pretend-im-aditi
| 4.06 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
My wife Urvashi brings up all kinds of strange sexual desires when I am buried inside any of her orifices.
One hot summer night, after a long day's work, I was spooning her under the covers, placing gentle kisses on the back of her neck. Urvashi was lying on her left side with me embracing her from behind, playing with her assets. My fingers were already at work downstairs, the index and middle pistoning in and out of her wet pussy. I occasionally brought out my soaked fingers to thrum and palm her clit. My thumb wrestled with her pulsing asshole, making small circles around the puckered skin, plugging her opening and rubbing it gently, applying pressure just enough to stimulate the numerous nerve endings and not to cause any penetration. Urvashi was holding up her right buttock with her hand, inviting me to play with her butthole. Her eyes were half-closed, she was tweaking her own nipples with her left hand, grinding her hips to fuck her pussy on my fingers. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my ministrations, moaning out filthy words, 'fuck yes', 'play with my ass', and my favourite, 'you make my cunt so fucking wet'.
I knew how to pleasure my wife.
"Enough fooling. Now fuck me."
I took my cock and rubbed the head up and down her pussy lips, teasing her wetness one last time before giving her the business, relishing the anticipation of the forthcoming sex.
"Pussy or ass?" I had to confirm, I could never be sure of Urvashi, who had sometimes, in our many, many past encounters, decided to switch the designated fuck-hole for the session at the last moment.
"Pussy please. Since you've got it all worked up."
She arched her back, enabling easier penetration from behind. My cock eased its way into her wet tunnel.
I groaned, enjoying the familiar tightness of Urvashi's welcoming love hole.
"Mmmm... soo good... you fill me soo good..."
I started moving my hips back and forth, driving my rod into her cunt. Soon, we had settled into a moderately-paced fucking rhythm, with Urvashi pushing her hips back just in time to meet my forward thrusts. It was a dance perfected after years of practice. I grabbed her supple breasts from the behind and held on, fondling and rolling her nipples while my cock rhythmically gave her cunt a thorough workout.
Suddenly, I slipped out, and before she could complain about an empty, unsatisfied pussy, I flipped her on her back and thrust back inside her hard, mounting her in missionary. Urvashi loved being handled roughly.
"Uhhh... uhhh... harder... just like that baby... mmmh..."
I covered her lips with my mouth to silence her. She continued moaning into my mouth. Both of us were drooling, and our combined saliva leaked and made a mess around our joined lips. I released her mouth and looked at her, her eyeballs were rolling around in her head, as if she were intoxicated. I knew I had fucked my wife crazy. I continued thrusting into her at a furious pace.
"Do... you... uhhh... want... to fuck... Aditi?"
As I said, I was used to hearing weird sexual requests from my wife when her brains were being fucked out of her. Most of it involved my cum in unusual places in her body, or inserting weird objects into her holes, or her favourite: ass play. But this was new, asking me if I wanted to fuck another woman.
Aditi, sexy, beautiful, voluptuous, queenly, demure, aristocratic Aditi was her big sister. Who was married. I remembered seeing Aditi in tight yoga pants, Urvashi and Aditi would often walk around the house in skin-tight leggings that accentuated their round, shapely asses so well. Aditi's firm teardrop butt had found its way into my kinky fantasies more that once. I remembered seeing her watch a movie with us in tiny denim shorts, barely covering more than the lower part of her butt, she might have been tempting me with her long sun-tanned legs. Speaking of tanning, fuck, I had also seen her in a tiny red bikini, Urvashi and Aditi would often spend hours playing around in the pool. I loved watching her breasts bounce and her ass jiggle, the thin G-string between her cheeks bisecting her perfect butt-cakes. One of my twisted fantasies even involved my wife and her sister rubbing their breasts together in the pool.
I decreased the pace of my fucking, giving my brain some space to process the idea.
"I would never cheat on you baby."
"I've seen you... fuck yes... stare at her ass..."
I might have taken a peek from time to time at Aditi's one hell of a tight, toned butt. But I would never cheat on my wife...
"Maybe. But baby, you've got all the ass I've ever wanted..."
"C'mon baby... uhhh... just like that... admit it... oohhhh... you wanna fuck her..."
I said nothing, continuing to pound her pussy relentlessly.
"Say it baby... ohh... yesss... you wanna fuck her cunt... uhhh... just like... uhhh... just like you're fucking mine now... uhhh... baby..."
An image of Aditi in her sexy thong bikini made its way to the front of my mind.
"No." I grunted, thrusting furiously.
"She's got a tight cunt you know... uhhh... a tight, tight cunt... uhhh... you're gonna tear it with this huge cock of yours..."
"No. Fuck you." I wouldn't... I wouldn't... my wife was testing me, I knew...
"She likes the taste of your cum."
"What?"
"Aditi has already tasted your cum, you know."
My cock went still inside her pussy. "Huh? When? How?" My brain was too fogged by arousal to make out the head or tail of this statement.
Urvashi smiled at me sweetly, enjoying my confused expression, not minding that our vigorous coupling had paused.
"You know I like to play around with her a bit when she comes over, right?"
"Huh-yes." I knew Urvashi and Aditi did some kinky incestuous stuff but I was okay with it since there was no other man involved. I would get so horny when Urvashi gave my an account of all the wild stuff they did, she would be dripping and we would fuck like animals. I never mentioned any of this directly to Aditi, though. We always behaved cordially and homely-like.
"Last Monday. When she came over. I asked you to fuck my ass just before you left for work. You unloaded nearly a bucketful of cum back there. I loved it baby."
She cooed and kissed me before continuing. "Well, Aditi heard us fuck from her room. After you left, I asked her to lick me. She tasted your cum as it dribbled out of my asshole." Urvashi giggled. "She approves."
I was aroused beyond measure. The mental image of Aditi sampling my seed as it leaked out of Urvashi's freshly fucked ass made my cock ten times harder than steel. It twitched violently inside her pussy.
"Oooh! I think Junior loves it." Junior was her name for my cock.
She kissed me again. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my pussy hard."
I resumed thrusting inside her, an erotic fever gripping me. I couldn't believe how much of a slut my wife was. I wanted to spank her butt scarlet.
"You... you naughty girl..." I pumped my cock into her with thunderous vigor.
"Yesss... yess... I am a naughty girl..."
"You made your big sister eat my cum from your ass..." I fucked her like a bull, panting and grunting.
"Pretend I am your sister-in-law... pretend I'm Aditi..."
I imagined Aditi's milky breasts under me, her almond-shaped eyes imploring me to fuck her...
"Fuck me Abhi. Fuck your sister-in-law."
I imagined Aditi's long, red-painted nails piercing into my back, her juicy red, full lips muttering dirty things into my ear... her lady-like face underneath mine, I imagined I was kissing Aditi and not Urvashi, I imagined my cock was buried in Aditi's tight, tight cunt, and not Urvashi's.
"Aditi... Aditi..." I whispered. Aditi's hot, wet walls squeezed around my cock, which stretched her vagina more than her own loser husband had even imagined doing...
"Say my name..." Aditi told me.
"Oh... Aditi..."
"I can feel your veiny cock throbbing inside me... baby, are you close?"
"I'm going to cum inside you, Aditi, baby..." I was going to finish inside Aditi's pussy, if she let me.
"Yess... come inside my naughty cunt... I've been waiting for you soo loong... fill me with your seed..."
At her invitation, I released my seed, depositing it deep inside my sister-in-law's buttery, velvet pussy, just as Aditi whispered seductively into my ear, "I want to feel your hot, sticky juice in my filthy pussy...".
At about the same time, I felt her walls clamp down around my pole hard, holding my cock in a vice-like grip as Aditi let out a piercing shriek; her own orgasm hit her like a tsunami. I felt a flood of juices around my cock as Aditi's pussy was filled to the brim with our combined juices, just like she had asked for. The bedroom echoed with Aditi's loud moans as her climax outlasted mine.
My cock continued to spasm even after shooting maybe a dozen spurts of cum inside her.
I came to rest on top of her, exhausted. Her breasts pressed into my chest.
We caught our breaths. Urvashi gave my butt a pat.
"Well done, baby. Aditi approves."
I gave her a wet, sloppy kiss and we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom, finding Urvashi in front of the sink-and-mirror. I noticed an enema bottle on the sill. She noticed me behind her, staring at her naked body.
Urvashi thrust out her hips, presenting her butt to me, emphasizing her round, tight, heart-shaped ass. Smiling at me in the mirror, she moved her hands behind and parted her butt-cheeks, showing me her freshly cleaned crinkled rosebud.
"Aditi wants you to fuck her in her ass, baby..."
|
[
"husband",
"indian",
"wife",
"incest",
"sister-in-law",
"passionate sex",
"ass play",
"anal",
"slut wife",
"indian sex"
] |
Abby's Story Pt. 02: Cousins
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/abbys-story-pt-02-cousins
| 4.62 | null |
Taboo/Incest
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Tomas raised his hand again. "Yes! Yes, okay", Abby spat out.
Her hands seemed to be far away. It took an act of will to get them to function. She focused on her bra and thought about the clasp behind her back. There was no way she could make her fumbling fingers untangle that puzzle in her current state. However, her slender build included slender shoulders and her bra was already pushed up over her breasts. She grabbed it by the cups and pulled it up over her head. Next she reached for the waist of her skirt. It took her a moment to find the drawstring and pull the end until the bow fell open. She pushed the skirt down until she could kick out of it. Abby didn't care where her clothing landed, she just wanted to avoid another strike from the man who had given her first orgasm.
Having complied she looked up to see that man pulling his t-shirt over his head. His chest was covered with coarse dark hair that narrowed to a trail down his stomach. He had a bit of a gut, not too much, enough to give him a barrel physique. Muscles rippled and moved under his tanned chest and arms. He tossed the shirt aside and pulled down his boxers. Abby gasped as his manhood sprung into sight. It had to be at least eight inches long, maybe nine, stood out straight, and was lined in two thick veins. The head peeked out of a ring of foreskin and was an angry red. A bead of clear liquid oozed from the tip and ran down the underside. At its base was a tuft of curly dark hair thicker than her own small mound of fluffy brown curls. Under it hung a sack of flesh that swung a bit as he moved. His balls she noted, full of his seed.
While Abby was naive to the world, she knew about sex. You cannot grow up in the country and not see husbandry. She knew about a man's seed and a female's heat. She knew the male mounted the female until he could complete and put the seed inside her. She had seen calves and foals born, her sister Mary had been born in their home, coming too quickly to get Ma to the hospital an hour away. She knew the mechanics and consequences of the act.
What she didn't know was how it would feel. She didn't know how her petite frame could take such a thing. She didn't know how to say no, or even if she could. All she knew was she was here, Tomas was here, and he was going to use that hard hot thing on her. In her.
Tomas knelt on the bed, placing his knees between Abby's sweat-slicked thighs. He pushed his knees out forcing her legs to open. He leaned forward, placing his palms on either side of her head. She felt dwarfed by his broad form, completely eclipsed under his power. She could smell him, a musky scent that made her head spin. She looked down as he laid his turgid member on her flat tummy. It reached to her navel and felt impossibly hot, especially the head. It throbbed, trapped between their bodies.
"Now keep those legs wide. You're gonna need to open up and relax so I can fuck you proper."
"Yes, Tomas." Her small voice came out as little more than a whisper.
He slid down a bit and raised his hips. With one hand Tomas grabbed his manhood pointing it downward. Abby felt it brush her outer lips and whimpered.
"Shhhh, kitten. Shhhh. Just hold still."
He pushed down and forward and her outer lips felt crushed. Abby tried opening her legs a little wider, trying to open up as he had instructed. It worked. Her outer lips parted and the head popped inside of her, past her inner lips and into her channel. It was barely in and she felt stretched. The head was like a massive coal burning inside her. She was scared to look down, afraid to see her body bulging around him in an obscene display. She let out an involuntary yelp.
"Do you feel it, kitten?" Tomas added a bit more pressure forcing a bit more into her. "You feel that?"
She nodded. "Y-yes." She was breathing heavy now, it was an exertion to force herself to relax.
"Tell me, what do you feel. Say it." His tone was commanding.
Tomas added a bit more pressure and Abby felt more of him press in, knowing it was only a fraction of his length. She felt so full already, how could she survive the whole of him?
"I f-feel your, uh, manhood-"
"Cock", he interrupted as he relaxed and slid a small ways out of her. "You call it a cock when it's fucking you."
She sighed, the fullness abating slightly. "Y-yes, your cock. I feel your cock inside me."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth Tomas leaned forward pushing even more into her. Her eyes flew wide and she shrieked. Something inside of her tore, a stinging pain followed by more burning fullness. In futility she writhed, trying to find some sort of relief from the invading flesh, but Tomas had her pinned, impaled and stuck, until he chose to grant release. He remained like this until she calmed. Growing accustomed to the penetration and allowing the stinging pain to abate.
"Inside you where, kitten?"
"My, uh...", Abby's mind struggled. She didn't know what to call it. Nethers sounded too general; kitty sounded too childish. Like the word cock, she didn't know what vulgarity Tomas wanted her use to describe it while he fucked it. "I don't know what you call it, but I feel you in my vagina."
Tomas chuckled. "Cunt. Or pussy. When you are being fucked the man claims your cunt."
"My cunt. You're in my cunt." The word felt dirty and she blushed in shame. However, Abby was surprised to find that the shame did not make her less wanton, but actually made her sex throb more.
Tomas leaned forward pressing further into her. The invasion hurt, but another feeling was beginning to arise. The fullness in her guts was turning into a throbbing heat. She moaned as another inch entered and gasped as Tomas pulled back until only the head remained. This made the wet heat throb faster in anticipation of his next thrust. When he thrust the heat coursed through her making her arch and moan louder.
"God, your little cunt is so tight."
Tomas grunted as he pushed more. He was covered in a sheen of sweat and Abby could smell their mingled musk. The thick cloud of sex swirled up from where they were joined and made her lightheaded. He pulled back again and pushed forward, pressing more of himself into her tight hole. A trickle of light pink froth squeezed out around his tool and pooled under her ass cheeks. Almost there, he pulled back one more time and pressed forward harder. Abby cried out as, at last, their groins met, Tomas's balls resting on her ass, his thatch of dark hair grinding into her hood.
Whatever Abby thought being full was before, she was wrong. This was it, total fullness. Her belly felt packed by his cock. Her cunt felt impossibly stretched. His hot cockhead pulsed deep inside her. The strange thing was the discomfort was starting to feel welcome, pleasant even. Tomas stopped and stayed buried inside her a moment. Abby felt liquid warmth radiate out from her sex in time with his throbbing. She felt a need growing, to move and to feel him move within her. She arched her back and hunched against him but was unable to move him deeper. She grabbed his muscular forearms and tried pulling herself to feel him pull back. But he was too strong, too heavy, and stuck in her too deep. She grunted in frustration and whimpered with need.
"Oh, kitten, get ready. I'm gonna start fucking you now. You ready?"
She nodded, panting. "Please, yes! God, yes, fuck my little cunt!"
Tomas needed no further encouragement. He dropped down to his elbows, pinning Abby under him entirely. He raised his hips up, pulling almost all the way out and then let his weight fall forward plowing his full length into her. Abby cried out. He did it again and she squealed and humped back. He began sawing in and out of her, picking up a rhythm she tried to match, raising her hips to match his thrusts. Their bodies were covered in sweat. The van reeked of their rutting. He grunted and growled. His balls smacked her ass, their groins slapped against each other. She moaned, cried out, and panted in time with his thrusts. The van and day bed creaked. And through it all the liquid heat in her belly washed over in waves. Her first orgasm felt like a storm breaking, all thunder and lightning, unexpected and sudden. What was building now felt like a flash flood. A constant hot flow increasing in volume and pressure and Abby knew the levees had to break at some point.
Tomas began thrusting faster and shorter, gasping and grunting. Sweat dripped off his chin and chest. Abby tried keeping up but found it easier to angle her feet up, her knees back and open, and let his frenzied thrusts pound into her. She squealed and squeaked as he bottomed out over and over. She gripped his broad shoulders and cried out into his chest. She needed this, she needed his cock, more than anything she'd ever felt before. She wanted to know every obscenity, ever dirty name for what they were doing. She wanted to scream those words out, a litany of shame and perverse pleasure. But all she could do was wordlessly moan into him.
"Fuck, Abby! Your pussy. So good. You're making me fuck you so hard!" Tomas growled into her ear.
This was it. Within her the dam broke and the liquid pleasure rushed out into every cell of her being.
"FUCK, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Abby screamed.
She shrieked. She shook and clamped down on him with her hands, legs, and cunt. She bucked and arched trying desperately to get more of her big lover inside her. She came hard, filled with liquid fire, her wet sex drooling around Tomas's cock. He fucked her fast and hard through the orgasm until she started to come down from screaming to moaning and back to grunting in time with his continued assault.
Through passion clouded eyes she looked up at Tomas. He was magnificent on top of her, a strong man taking a cunt that now belonged to him. He bucked into her and she felt blissful covered by him. She sighed and whimpered.
Tomas buried himself in Abby and grunted hard. His entire body arched back trying to get as deep as he could. She felt him in some deep place hitting against something within her as his cock spasmed. She felt a sudden heat there, not like her orgasm, but something from him. His cock spasmed again as he grunted, each time another splash of heat. Three, four, five times. Abby gasped, realization dawning. He was completing inside her, jetting semen into her deepest parts.
Tomas collapsed on top of Abby. He was heavy but she loved the feel of him against her. His rough chest hair brushed against her nipples as he gasped for air. He remained within her, hard and hot, as she clung to him.
"Oh, my god. So good. That was amazing", Abby whispered into Tomas's ear.
He grunted and shifted his weight. His cock moved inside of her eliciting a pleased sigh. Abby felt that she could stay like this all night. All day. In a timeless space of passion forever. This was all she wanted, her cousin and his marvelous member.
"Was? Kitten, we ain't done."
With that Tomas pulled himself off and out of Abby. The sudden vacancy left her sex feeling empty and a bit sore. Liquid ran out of her, down to the crack of her ass, and pooled under her. She tried to lift herself up to see what Tomas was doing, but her body didn't want to comply. She flailed weakly.
"What are-" Abby stammered.
She was stopped when Tomas grabbed first one ankle and then the other and pulled her legs off the bed. She was now laying crossways on the day bed, her arms askew, her legs off the edge. Abby blinked in confusion. She watched Tomas and could see his still-hard cock smeared with a mix of fluids, frothy and creamy, with some bits of pink. Tomas took two pillows and lay one next to her hips and the other next to her head. He then grabbed her roughly by the hips and rolled her over onto the pillows. Her knees were on the rough mat floor, her chin was in a pillow, and her hips were elevated by the other pillow. Her nose was nearly pressed into the mattress and it was ripe with the smell of their union. Once again, that scent, rather than being repulsive, made both her head and belly tingle.
Tomas moved up behind her and stuck a knee between her thighs, forcing her legs apart. Her cunt lips parted and dripped something onto the floor of the van.
"Hmm. Better plug that up." He chuckled.
She felt the heat of his cock at her entrance a moment before he pushed entirely into her. She reveled in a return fullness, gasping into the pillow. The angle was different, where he was pressing was new. Something seemed to dig into her at the tip of him and it made her tummy flinch when he hit bottom. He wasted no time and started fucking Abby briskly. No pauses to get her accustomed, this was something else.
"Ugh. Uhn. Uhhhnn." Abby groaned into the pillow in time to the thrusts.
Suddenly she had an image in her mind. Of Farmer Douglas's stallion mounting a mare, it's massive member buried in the whinnying animal. One of a bull rising up over the haunches of a cow, it's tumescence swinging. Of her Pa's German shepherd sniffing around a stray, smelling the mongrel's heat. Abby knew animals mounted this way but hadn't given a single thought that people could as well. That's what this was. She was Tomas's brood mare, his heifer, his bitch in heat. He wasn't loving her, he wasn't taking her, hell, he wasn't fucking her. No. He was
breeding
her. That smell in the mattress was the smell of her heat and his cum. She smelled it, as did he, and now it was time to act on that instinct. To mount her haunches and breed her.
This image made her womb burn. Abby felt a feral hunger previously unknown. She needed his cum. She needed to feel that splash of heat within her. She felt savage, animalistic, and wanton. She tried pushing back to meet his thrusts, anything to speed his completion. She moaned long and hard throughout.
"Damn, kitten, you have sweet little ass." Tomas squeezed one of her cheeks hard enough to make it hurt a little.
"Fuck. God damn. Ugh. Give it to meeeeeee!" Abby babbled in response. "Fuck me! Breed me! Ugggggghhhhhhh!"
Tomas laughed. "I think I can do that."
He grabbed her hip and his other hand grabbed her shoulder. As he pushed he pulled back forcing Abby to arch back onto him. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping her hood on each thrust. This inflamed her hard bud and made her cunt flare with each contact. She cycled between whining, groaning, and moaning. She was drooling into the pillow. She didn't care. Drool, her dripping cunt, his cum, her world was all fluids and hunger for more.
Tomas's fingers dug into Abby's slim shoulder. Once again the pain intensified the pleasure making her moan louder. His thrust become frantic and his breathing ragged. His balls made a slap on each thrust. Abby simply soaked all of it in, every sensation, every smell, even the taste of the air. Fed on it like a fire feeding on fuel. Her tummy twitched, her womb burned intensely. Mindless animal bliss devoured rational thought. It was just her and him savagely mating.
"Oh fuck, kitten, I'm gonna cum!" Tomas pistoned in and out furiously.
Abby whined and begged. "Yes! Please! Fill me! Breed me! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!"
Abby screamed into the pillow as her womb caught fire. Climaxing, her back, stomach, and cunt spasmed around the hard flesh pressed deep into her. Just then Tomas leaned hard against her ass, pulling her shoulder and hip hard enough both would have bruises. His cock jumped deep within her, showering her womb with blast after blast of cum.
"Uhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhh! UHHHHHHHHHH!" Tomas grunted deep and loud as he came.
This triggered another orgasm in Abby, causing her legs and toes to curl and making her bite down on the pillow. She pulled at the sheets with balled fists. She screamed through gritted teeth. Her eyes were clamped shut. Her whole body seemed to be united in bearing down to hold onto every last bit of Tomas's cock and every single drop of its completion. He filled her as she came, buried deep the entire time.
Abby's orgasm was intense and seemed to go on and on. It felt like hours, a small eternity of cataclysmic ecstasy. She didn't so much "come down" from it as "fall back to earth". Dim awareness as the world came back. She was face down, gasping for air. Wet hair plastered around her face, her naked body was covered in sweat. Behind her Tomas's softening cock slipped out of her with a wet pop. Her battered cunt dribbled fluid down her legs. She shuddered and tried in vain to move. She was truly spent.
Tomas moved around her, finding her discarded skirt and bra and adding them to the small pile on the ice chest. His own clothes he stepped over. He went to the front of the van and turned off the radio and engine. He returned to the back opened the ice chest and fetched a can of beer. Turning, he looked at Abby and sighed.
"I think you might be all fucked out, kitten."
Abby moaned weakly in response.
"Okie doke, then."
Tomas wrapped an arm around Abby's midsection and pulled her up onto the bed. He moved Abby to lay lengthwise and placed one of the pillows behind her head.
"-ank you", Abby muttered.
He pulled open a drawer and got out an old quilt. He laid it over Abby and grabbed the other pillow. Sliding in behind Abby he lay with his back against the wall spooning her from behind. He flicked a switch and the dome light went out. In the dark he cracked the beer and offered her some. She took a sip and passed it back. They were like that for a time before Abby drifted off to sleep.
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"cousin",
"first time",
"doggy style",
"cousins",
"reluctance",
"older man",
"younger woman",
"missionary",
"cum inside"
] |
Not Very Christian of Her Pt. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/not-very-christian-of-her-pt-02
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Taboo/Incest
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This is a continuation of Elaine, the pastors' wife. Enjoy..
**********
Pulling into the church parking lot, Jenni was chastising herself. "How could you forget your cell phone, Jen!"
The simple, 40 year old, divorced mother had fotgotten her cell phone in the room the hospitality team used for their part in church festivities. Noticing Jeffrey and Elaine's cars still in the lot themselves, she figured she would just go in, announce her presence, retrieve her phone, them leave. When her son, Michael, pulled into her usual spot, Jenni stated, "I'll be quick Sweetheart, just wait here."
Walking into the rear door, the immediate, although muffled sounds of creaking could be heard from where she had just entered. As she made her way down the hallway, the sounds became more prominent. A thud here, a breathless gasp there, and Jenni stopped, frozen. Every step closer, toward the
room the hospitality team uses, the muffled sounds became clearer. The gasps turned into seductive moaning and panting, with grunting now heard.
As the curiosity rose, one thing Jenni knew was there were ungodly actions going on in one of these offices. As she walked by Pastor Jennings office, nothing came to fruition.
Suddenly, 2 doors down, where Jeffrey's office was, the loud, unmistakable voice of Elaine, gruff, grainy, but seductive in nature, let the cat out of the bag. "Jeff.. Jeffrey. Oh Honey..Yes! Yes!"
Shocked, Jenni stood there, not quite at the door of Jeffrey Jennings, listening to the unfathomable. Elaine and Jeffrey weren't simply dealing in innocent manners, no, they were having sex.
"Fu..fuck..your moth..mother! Oh yes! Cum in me!" The wantonness in Elaine's voice told Jenni she was a more than willing participant.
A minute later, the climactic sounds of relief were, ultimately, released. "Ahhhhhhhhyes mom......" Realizing the incestuous doings were now complete, Jenni realized her own dress was up over her own waist, and her hand was rubbing her own mound. Silently ashamed, she ardently smoothed down her dress, then quickly, but discreetly retrieved her phone from the other room. Hastily leaving the church, she made her way back to her car, where her own, 20-year old son, Dominic waited.
""Mom?," Dominic asked inquisitively. "You ok? Your face is flushed.
"I'm.. I'm fine, sweetheart. Just take me home," Jenni stated. Putting her left hand on his crotch, she forced a smile on her face. "Mama wants you balls deep in me when we get home."
"What about your plans to..," Dominic started.
"As if you ever turn this down," Jenni exclaimed, her hemline now resting over her waist. With a purpose, Dominic and Jenni left the parking lot.
*************
Lifting himself off his mother, Jeffrey was sweating. Admiring the view that was still on the desk, the scene was euphoric. Reaching down to pull his pants back up, he could hear himself and his mother, both fighting their breathing. Lying there with her eyes closed, and her matronly tits out in the open, Jeffrey's eyes dropped to her still open legs, hanging innocently over the side of the desk.
"Damn mom," he'd try saying. "You know we're going to hell for this, right?"
Reaching her hand upwards, to tell her son to help her up, Jeffrey took it and helped her to a sitting position.
"Oh my God, sweetheart," Elaine quietly said, "Look at the mess you made in me." As they both looked between her legs, the white ejaculate he had just shot into her, not 10 minutes prior, had finally reached her entrance, or exit, in this case. A steady stream began making its way out of her swollen, agape pussy, pooling onto the desk. "Help mommy off the desk, Jeffrey," reaching her hand out again.
Taking her hand, Elaine managed to scooch her body enough that her high heels eventually made contact with the carpeted flooring. Instantaneously, the trickle of their mixed spend suddenly began dripping into her pantyhose, still around her hips.
"I'll clean the desk mom, you just... fix yourself," he exclaimed, wagging his finger towards her in an up-and-down motion.
Taking a tissue off his desk, Elaine wiped her cunny, while also holding the wipe against her opening.
"I'll be right back," She said. Delicately trying to pull her hosiery back up over her waist with her free hand, she waddled to the door. "I'd better use the bathroom before we head on home." Winking at her son, the smile that had soon replaced the exhaustion was plastered on her face. As she left the office, Jeffrey continued tidying up from their rendezvous.
*************
Later that even, after, yet, another round of sex, Elaine stood in front of her vanity. "So you'll be at Jennifer's tonight?" Elaine asked, querily.
"Yeah. I guess I'm meeting her grandparents tonight. Her mom insisted," Jeffrey said, rolling his eyes. Still lying there, naked, after dispensing 2 more loads deep into his mother, Jeffrey watched as she, herself was dressing.
After a quick shower, Elaine was clasping her bra over her swollen tits. "I'll be home about 10, I hope," She explained, now stepping into her red dress. Pulling it up over her waistline, she wiggled her motherly hips so the dress did its' job. "Zip me honey," She said, walking backward to Jeffrey.
After zipping her dress, Elaine sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching for the sun beige colored pantyhose she'd lay out on the bed earlier, Elaine began rolling them over her amazing legs.
"You don't look like you're in your 40's mom," Jeffrey replied. "If you weren't my mom, I'd swear you were maybe 30's... tops."
Looking back at her son, naked, and now propped up on one arm, Elaine could only chuckle. "Flattery, my dear," Reaching for his, now deflated dick, "Won't allow you between these legs until later young man." Adjusting her bottom every so slightly, Elaine licked the base of the sleeping giant that had, earlier, pummeled her insides. "But, the least I could do," she whispered, "Is remind him where he'll be later." Engulfing his length in one fell swoop, the religious wife, was in incestuous paradise.
10 minutes later, Jeffrey alerted his mother of his pending eruption. "Ahhhhhhhhhyessss!" Burst after burst coated the back of Elaine's throat. Suckling on his dick, coaxing the 4th load out of his worn out balls, Elaine's throat finally relaxed. Pulling off, the organ flapped up and down in front of her angelic face.
"Better?" Elaine asked, reaching for a tissue and patting the corners of her mouth. "That oughta hold you until I get home later." Then, after finishing pulling her pantyhose the rest of the way over her hips, she added, "Then you get to pound me through the mattress. OK?"
Now in a trance, still amazed at his mothers' lack of morality, he could only mutter a lame response. "Yea.. Yea mom. I can't wait."
Smoothing her nylons taut over her flat tummy, she patted him on the leg. "Go shower honey. You have a dinner date with your girlfriends' family. And I have a... business meeting to attend, myself."
Fixing her attention back onto herself, Elaine stepped into her 3" red, pointy toed stilettos, then proceeded to finish her makeup. As Jeffrey left the bedroom, Elaine smiled, while shaking her head.
**********
As Elaine was reaching for her coat, shawl, and purse, her phone wuietly buzzed. Swiping right, she noticed a text from her husband, John. "Had a quick minute. I hope Jeffrey performed admirably with his sermon. Gotta go. See you Thursday."
Typing quickly, Elaine responded. "Surprised you get any signal, but yes, he's performed... quite admirably. He's made me very happy."
Placing her phone in her purse, she did a once over in the mirror by the front door.
Checking her red dress, her hair, makeup, and also assuring there were no premature runs anywhere in her hosiery, she twisted the wedding band on her finger. "Time to get the Mayor onboard.
*********
Pulling into the restaurant, she spotted the valet staff. As she pulled up, a twinge under dress reminded her of things to come.
"Welcome to Bellagio's," the older gentleman stated. As he opened her door, Elaine stuck her leg out. The slit in her dress opened just enough, presenting a nylon clad that glistened in the early evening darkness. Not quite 6:30 yet, the atmosphere about her was tantalizing. Now, fully out of her car, a younger man got behind the wheel and proceeded to drive off with her vehicle. "Your ticket, ma'am. Present it, then someone will retrieve your car for you."
"Thank you," Elaine responded, tying the sash of her coat thoroughly. Proceeding to the lobby, she stopped at the check-in desk.
"Good evening Ma'am, do you have a reservation?" The host asked, eyes fixed on his list.
"I'm actually meeting someone who is already here," She said, scanning the room. Fixating her eyes toward the back of the establishment, she saw Mayor Monroe motioning her to the table. "I see him actually, thank you."
Making her way through the crowd, the restaurant was humming. Obviously a very popular, yet elegant restaurant, the vivacious woman stepped with grace as she made her way to the table. When she reached the table, she saw another man sitting with the mayor.
"Elaine!" Mayor Monroe began, "I'm so glad you arrived. " Still standing, albeit a little surprised he had not informed her of another dinner guest with them, the Mayor continued. "Elaine Jennings, I'd like you to meet Jim Benning, COO of the Benning Group."
Taking Jim's outstretched hand, she accepted it. "Pleasure," Elaine remarked.
With all pleasantries now cast aside, Mayor Monroe, a black man in his mid 60's, refocused his attention back to Elaine. "Jim is at a crossroads in his... spiritual relationship, Elaine. I told him about our dinner date tonight and inviited him along."
A weary smile appearing on the, usually confident woman, not quite reaching her eyes, Elaine gave a half curtsy then spoke. "So I may be busy a while longer performing double duty, I presume?"
"Show us what is under your coat, dear," The mayor said, bluntly.
Putting her purse next to the seat she would ultimately take, she angled her body so only the two men had a view of her... goods. Reaching for the sash of her long, red coat, she met the gazes of the two, older men as she slowly pulled the belt loose. As the coat opened, Jim Benning, a white man, in his 60's as well, suddenly adjusted in seat. Noticing his attention, the wayward "pastors wife" suddenly had a wry smile on her face. As the coat opened, displaying the body before them, the mayor, instinctively, placed his hand on her thigh, past the slit of her red dress.
Placing her own hand on top of his, Elaine stopped his advancement. "Tsk tsk, Mayor Monroe. You said you had something for me, first?"
Gently removing his hand from her leg, she took her seat on either side of the men at the round table. Placing her coat over the back of her chair, she scooted her seat closer, her legs now disappearing under the cloth.
"Oh yes," The Mayor replied, suddenly remembering the... agreement. Reaching into his blazer, he pulled out an envelope. Taking it, Elaine opened it. Inside was an approval from the city for the add-ons, the church's Board had hoped would be allowed by the city. Extra space for their kids area, repainting of lines for parking spaces, a new AC system, and some upgrades in the sanctuary. After overlooking it, she folded it and placed it in her purse.
"Now," she began, looking back and forth between the men, "I think we can celebrate this... gesture, accordingly." Taking a hand of each of the men, she placed them on each leg under the table, as the slit in her dress parted. As the conversation began to flow, the evening had just begun.
*****^***
"Shluck! Shluck! Schluck!
Outside, behind a pillar in the parking garage,
Elaine was on her knees fellating the city's mayor. On her knees, she dutifully sucked the older mans dick. Not able to engulf his large black organ, she had enough in her mouth to work up a lather around the base. Every backward bob of her head, the glistening of the white lather, mixed with her saliva and bright red lipstick, was a sight to behold. Having a firm grip on her head, the mayor enjoyed his monthly blowjob from the religious woman.
"Damn Elaine," he uttered. "You can suck a dick." Having no care in the world of the immorality of the goings on, the fact he is Mayor or the fact she is married to one of the more respected pastors in the city, Mayor Monroe enjoyed their agreement.
Behind her, the Mayor's friend, Jim Benning, also in his 60's was beginning to slide into her. Since the parking garage was private, and only few people had access to it, there really wasn't much concern over their dalliance being upended.
Lifting the back of Elaine's dressover her lower back, the glossiness of her tan pantyhose made him gasp. Looking at the Mayor, who was in the throes of his blowjob, the Mayor just winked.
"She's 42?" Jim asked, looking at the Mayor.
Simply nodding his head at Jim, the smirk on his face was telling. "I've fucked this woman a few times," He said. "If my wife wasn't home, I'd have had her on my bed tonight."
Hearing these men talking, she released her suction and pulled off the black man's dick. "Jim, we have business to take care of. I said this one was a free one, to, hopefully help you.. find your way back to God?" Seeing the condom, which any new.... friends have to wear their first few times in her, she continued. "Are you going to fuck me, or not?"
Looking back up at the Mayor, impatientky waiting for climax down the back of her throat, Elaine engulfed what she could past her lips. In unison, Jim Benning took hold of her hips, and pushed past her folds intil he eventually bottomed out in her. Thankfully her black trench coat saved Elaine and Him from knee bruises in the concrete structure. Nonetheless, Jim began enjoying the willing wonan.
"Ohhhhh, essssssss," Elaine moaned, mouth full of cock.
For 10 minutes, as Elaine sucked the Mayor's organ, and Jim Benning fucked her from behind, the moans and grunts became urgent.
"I'm going to cum!" Jim shouted. Not used to having sex much anymore since he was in his late 60's, The feeling of the warm pussy gripping and suctioning the milky froth from his testicles proved impossible to hold back.
"Ahhhhyess!" He yelped, Slamming forward, locking his scrotum against her upturned backside. Shot after shot exploded from his spent dick, filling the tip of the condom.
Simultaneously, Mayor Monroe also felt the need for release. Gripping Elaine's head he frantically jerked as she valiantly worked her magic. "E.. laine!" He stammered, already feeling his pending eruption flowing up urethra. Locking her face against his stomach, 4 powerful jets hit the back of her throat. Suddenly gasping, Elaine frantically swallowed what she could, as the clear, white substance left the Mayor's body.
As both men stood there and the middle-aged woman between accepted their climaxes. The aura inside the parking garage began to calm.
After the last droplets left the Mayor's penis, He released his grip on her head. Pulling off him immediately, she coughed a coupke times, her mascara and lipstick, a mess. Now, with her head hanging low, she steadied herself as Jim Benning expelled the last vestiges of cum in the condom. Pulling out of her. the sight of the 3 was intense.
Taking the Mayor's hand, he helped her stand, not even tidying himself up at the moment. As her red dress begsn to fall back over body, Elaine had, first, reached for her nylons that were at her hips, and proceeded to pull them back over her waist. After that success, she allowed her dress to flow back over body. As the 3 fought to level their breathing, the task at hand was in motion.
After zipping up, the Mayor left his tie loosened. In front of hom, but now, just off to the side of Elaine, Jim was pulling his slacks back up, zipping up as well.
After a minute, Elaine spoke. "it's 9:30. I do need to go. Mr. Mayor, thank you for helping my husband's church get the approvals for our upgrades." As he nodded she turned to Jim Benning. "Whether you come to a service at our church, just to let you know, the condom I made you wear, disappear if you decide to help our church... accordingly."
The closeness she put herself in, inches from his nose, and the sultry way she spoke, made his limpness begin to return to full staff. Looking down, she chuckled. "It's a shame I don't know you very well Jim. I'd be happy to....entertain you from time to time. IF the price is right."
Giving him a quick peck on the lips, then doing the same to the Mayor, she removed her heels from her feet. Taking them in her right, then gathering her trench coat and purse, she made her way to her car, got in and left.
*********
Walking, gingerly, into her home, Elaine's son Jeff was at the dinner table. Dropping her purse and coat in the foyer, the middle-aged woman, looking absolutely exhausted, sauntered up to Jeffrey.
"You ok, mom?" He asked.
Having fixed up her hair and makeup begore arriving home, leaving no evidence of her extra-curricular "business" dinner, she answered him. "Just tired Sweetheart."
The veneration in her voice, didn't worry Jeffrey, but it did make him cock his head to the side, querily.
Before he could say anything else, Elaine had already stood beside him. Taking his hand, she placed it at the opening of the slit in her dress. Feeling his fingers touch the fabric of her hosiery, she said huskily, "If I remember correctly, we have some loving to do. We can talk about each other's evenings later."
Leading him by the hand, they proceeded upstairs to her bedroom, their sanctuary of incest. Entering the room, Elaine began to unzip her dress.
"Leave it all on, Mom," Jeffrey lustfully asked.
A wry smile appearing on her face, she walked over to the bed and sat. Scooching along tge bed, she lie flat on her back. Lying her head on the pillow, she watched as her son shed his body of his shirt and shorts. As he climbed onto the bed, she opened her legs, while also hitching the bottom of her dress over he waistline. Resting the fabric on ger stomach and chest, she watched as her son took her nylon clad legs, still wearing tge red heels, put them behind her head, the tips touched the mattress on either side of her head.
"Give your mother a proper fucking, young man," The lustful, quiet, seductiveness fliwing from her mouth.
Placing his steely hard rod at her entrance, he pushed. Not gently or delicately, rather full-length, past her folds, bottoming out quickly.
"Oh Jeffrey..," She softly moaned.
*******
Chapter 3 is in the works.
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[
"nylons",
"incest",
"mother son",
"loving wives"
] |
You Can Touch Me Pt. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/you-can-touch-me-pt-02
| 4.74 | null |
Gay Male
|
*All characters are over the age of 18.*
A shocked expression covered Aspen's face. He swallowed forcefully and looked back down at my throbbing boner. I suspected that he wondered if I was making a joke. I lightly brushed my fingertips along the length of his still-clothed erection, eliciting a small gasp. Hesitantly, he reached his hand out and laid his palm on my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. His touch felt good. He didn't move his hand for a moment, apparently still unsure if I was really going to let him do anything else.
I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and gently pulled his hand downward, allowing him to run his fingers along my six-pack, down my happy trail, and through my trimmed pubic hair. I could hear his breathing quicken. I stopped leading his hand when it rested at the base of my dick. I wanted him to make the final move.
I opened my eyes, looked down at his hand just barely touching my shaft, and then looked back up at him. I raised my eyebrows expectantly. "Well?" I asked.
Slowly, Aspen removed his hand from my body and wrapped his hand around my shaft. I let out a small moan. He was looking at his hand around my cock, but I was looking at him. He began stroking it lightly, gently. Now that I knew I had his full attention, my confidence was soaring. I took another step toward him, getting so close that our foreheads nearly touched. I felt his hard-on rubbing my thigh as he pointed my dick upward to continue stroking me. I reached my hand behind him and slipped it beneath the waistband of his shorts and underwear, dragging them down a bit as I pushed in further to grab his ass.
"Mm..." he whimpered.
"This feels so good," I whispered into his ear before kissing his neck. I licked upward until I was able to nibble on his earlobe.
"Oh my god," he gasped. I felt his hand tighten around my shaft as he started pumping faster. While I teased his ear, I allowed my fingers to briefly run between his cheeks, just barely grazing over his hole. His cock jumped against my thigh. I pulled my hand out of his shorts and looked him dead in the eye as my finger brushed his mouth. I wanted him to lube up my finger with his spit knowing that it was so I could stretch out his ring.
He parted his lips and allowed one digit into his mouth. "Suck on it," I said, and he did. We continued looking into each other's eyes as I pulled my finger out and put my hand back down his shorts. This time, I immediately began playing with the outside of his tight hole and it felt smooth. Between this and Aspen now eagerly stroking my cock, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm in my groin. He was breathing heavier now too, although I hadn't once touched his cock...yet.
I moved to the other side of his face and began kissing and nibbling on his other ear and down his neck. I could surmise what felt best to him based on how tightly he was gripping my cock as he stroked it. Every so often I would kiss or lick his neck just right and his fingers would tighten like a vice grip around my rock-hard dick, which only served to inch me closer and closer to cumming.
I also began pressing on his hole as if asking it for permission to enter him. Before long, I felt his ring expand enough for the tip of my finger to slip in. "Oh...god..." Aspen whimpered. He was barely able to form a coherent word. "Please...keep going..." he gasped. I pushed more of my finger into him, eventually going in all the way to the knuckle. I wiggled it around as I searched for his prostate. I hadn't learned this from my experience with John, but I had watched and read enough porn to know that finding his prostate would mean giving him as much pleasure as he was giving me.
"Fuck!" Aspen suddenly yelled out, startling me a little. I found his spot, his button that I could press to send him into overdrive. I stopped kissing his neck long enough to look at his face. He threw his head back and his eyes were shut; pure ecstasy was written all over it. "Fuck...again!" he breathily exclaimed. He looked back at me expectantly and I gave him a smile. I hadn't noticed it before, but wow. For the first time ever, I was looking at a guy and thinking about how cute he was. About how I might be interested in more than just this one interaction.
I pushed his hair back and gripped the back of his head with my free hand, and then I went in for a kiss. It was gentle at first in case he wanted to pull away, but I could tell rather quickly that was not what he wanted. Instead, his free hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, as if he were trying to fuse our lips together. We began making out with passion as he pumped my cock with his other hand.
"Fuck," I mumbled into his mouth. I was getting to the point of no return. I pulled away from him slightly and rested my forehead against his. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered. His hand tightened around my pole once again and he stroked with ferocity. He brought his lips to mine again and kissed me, running his tongue along the inside of my teeth. I suspected that Aspen might be a virgin, but he sure knew how to kiss.
I pressed my finger into him once more. His whole body stiffened and his cock jumped against my thigh once more. A second later, I felt something running down my leg. I broke the kiss and looked down to see that he was spewing thick ropes of cum onto me. The sight was too much to handle.
"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," I muttered breathily. To my surprise, Aspen lowered to his knees, forcing my finger to be pulled from his ass. He kept his fingers wrapped around the base of my cock and put his mouth around the tip as he looked up at me.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," I yelled out. My whole body shuddered, and I blew my load into Aspen's mouth. I had never felt myself cum like this; not when I was jerking off to porn, not when John gave me handjobs, not even when I let the hottest girls in school play with my dick. I was pretty sure I was flooding this poor guy's mouth, but before long I realized I didn't have to worry...he was swallowing it.
After the intensity subsided a bit, I looked back down and watched him milk my dick for the last drop of cum. He licked it off and savored it before swallowing that as well. He stood back up and looked at me somewhat awkwardly. "Sorry," he muttered.
"Why are you sorry? That was incredible," I said breathlessly. He looked back down at my leg.
"You might need to shower again," he said with a hint of a grin. I looked down at my leg too and let out a laugh.
"Yeah, probably," I said. I put my hand under his chin and pulled his gaze up to mine. I kissed him again, slow and deep this time. "Care to join me?" I asked with a wink.
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[
"swallowing",
"locker room",
"fingering",
"handjob",
"first time",
"shy guy"
] |
The Earl of Sin
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-earl-of-sin
| 4.18 | null |
Reluctance/NonConsent
|
Claire, a young lady of age, now found herself in the worst of predicaments. She grew up sheltered under her father, the Duke of Ronsleir. Under his watchful eye she was hidden from society. Her reputation sealed and protected like the rarest of treasures.
She was the middle of three girls. Her eldest sister, Jane, whom had just been married off, was hardly seen again. Save for the occasional balls and annual events around the town, Claire had lost touch with her sister Jane. The only that remained in the Duke's estate was her older brother, John, herself and her youngest sister Emily.
That was...until four months ago. Her father had come into the library where she sat reading a book near the fireplace.
"I have found you a suitable match, daughter." He exclaimed. Seeming more excited than he should be. Claire, however, only felt dread. She knew that no matter how much her dear father loved her, she knew there was positively no way that he would pick a suitable enough match for her. Any match accumulated for her would be solely to help further enhance the Duke's reputation, status, and wealth.
"Who, father?" Claire slowly closed the book and leaned forward in the chair. Now turning towards the door where her father lingered she noticed her brother, John was there as well. If the look on John's face was any indication, she was almost positive that the mention of her newly betrothed's name would make her hurl.
"The Earl of Sinclair." Her father said proudly although her brother grimaced at the mention of the Earl's name.
Stunned, Claire just stared at her father. Out of all of the prospects that her father could choose, she was absolutely shocked that it would be Sin? Doing a full 180, Claire now stood up, placing her hand to her bosom. Her father's gaze followed the direction of her hand, causing her to think better and tuck it behind her back instead.
"Why would HE want to marry ME?" Claire was so shocked that the most sought-after man in Society would agree to her hand in marriage.
The Earl of Sinclair was by the far the best-looking man in all of London. He strutted around with a body built from discipline and long years of traveling. Women flocked to the man as though he were God himself. From his brown curly hair piled around his collar to the big rough hands that stayed permanently clasped behind his back, Claire was more shocked than she could imagine.
"Does it matter, Clarese? You will be married off next week. So prepare yourself." With that, father turned on his heels and marched out of the room. Leaving her brother and her alone.
"What is it, John?" Noticing the way, he roamed his eyes down her body, she couldn't help but shudder. It was almost as though he were measuring her, not as his little sister, but as a woman.
"Don't be so happy, Claire. The Earl is known as SIN for a reason and not just because his name is Sinclair. He is rather particular in the way that he does things."
"It's better than being married off to someone twice my age. At least I'll have something to look at," She retorts. But that doesn't change the look on John's face. He still looks disturbed. His eyes still roam over her face, down her neck to freeze at her bosom.
Crossing her arms over her chest to shield the tops of her mounds from him, she waits.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, little Claire. You might not like the next time you see me once you're married to him."
TWO MONTHS LATER~~
Now Claire understood what her brother spoke of. She was 3 weeks married to the Earl when his particular "tastes" started to show. After they were wed he never completed his marital duties and instead left her alone. He had yet to visit her room to consummate the marriage.
Claire spent her days lounging around the house and avoiding the servants. They often sneered behind her back, looking down on her for not being able to satisfy her husband.
"She's no woman", "something must be wrong with her", "is it that horrible between her legs?"
After discussing the gossip that was going around the estate to her husband, he simply laughed. HE LAUGHED! As though she were amusing.
Then it all dawned on her. He WANTED to humiliate her. He wanted her to feel like she was lesser than the servants, seeing as how she had heard several moans and grunts from the night between him and female servants.
One night she had went down to the kitchen to fetch some water when she had witnessed the first occurrence. The Earl of Sinclair was naked from the waste down in all of his six foot glory. His well over 9 inch cock was pumping in and out of a maid who was known as Catherine.
"Oh, my lord! Oh My God! Please! Stop!" Catherine was furiously crying and begging the Earl to stop ramming his cock into her tight pussy. From the angle where Claire watched, she saw a line of cum already leaking out of the maid, running down her silky thighs.
"PLEAAAAAASEEE," The maid was bent over the counter, sobbing. Her knuckles were white as she clenched the edge and held on for dear life. His cock pounded in and out, in and out. The rhythmic thud of his thighs slapping against her ass. Claire could hear the clear "smack" of his balls every time it connected with her pussy. "PLEASE! PLEAAASE IT HURTS."
"TAKE IT, CUNT. TAKE MY COCK DEEP INTO THIS PUSSY." Sin's head was tilted towards the sky as he rammed into her tightness. He used his hands to shove her hips back. He grunted and moaned as his huge cock pounded deep in her pussy. Her pussy lips were shiny from his cum and puffy red from his assault.
"AH! AH! AH! AH!" Every time his cock buried itself into Catherine, she rose up on her toes trying to escape the beast. His cock smashed with her cervix over and over in a brutal rhythm causing her to wince in pain.
"OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD." She screamed over and over again. She fought against the sensations, trying to lift herself up from the counter only to have Sin shove his hand between her shoulder blades, anchoring her once more.
"You're trying to run from me? I'm going to rape this pussy all night." Sin had a firm grip on her hair as he bent over her. His mouth was pressed to the side of her cheek. His voice grew lower like a demon's as he unleashed wrath on her creamy cunt. He was pounding her pussy even deeper from this angle. "You're saying no, but I can feel this cunt tightening. You're about to come, aren't you?"
"NOOOOOO! PLEASE!" Catherine made one last attempt to escape right before her body went limp. She could see her pussy fluttering around his rape stick. Catherine was shaking sporadically as an orgasm crested over her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she just laid there. Her body twitching even as Sin continued to rape her pussy. Never faltering his pace. His cock never losing that same girth and hardness. He raped her through her orgasm.
Claire stood in awe. She was so turned on that she could feel her own pussy lips getting slick. Her heart was beating out her chest as she watched her husband take this woman in such a brutal manner. No she couldn't think about the logistics of it.
She couldn't stare too long at the tears running down Catherine's cheeks. She tried her hardest not to think too deep into what she was seeing. If she stared long enough, if the thought hard enough, she would come to the conclusion of what she was witnessing. She was witnessing and enjoying her husband brutally rape a maid!
"Oh, Gods, this pussy is tight. Your cunt is soaking my cock dry!" Sin picked up the speed. He rammed his cock in her over and over. The maid's screams were so loud, that Claire knew for certain they were waking up the house.
She couldn't take her eyes off the place where Sin's glorious cock was ramming a hole into this maid's body. Her mouth open on a gasp, she felt her eyes connect with Catherine.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP HIM! YOUR HUSBAND IS RAPING ME!" The maid was screaming and moaning at the same time. Her speech was slightly slurred and drool spilled out of her mouth onto the counter. She was begging for Claire to intervene, but Claire knew better. She could tell the maid's mind hadn't caught up to her body just yet. Her body was more than thrilled to be used like a slut. Her body was dripping out more than just his cum.
Claire's eyes connected with Sin and watched as his lips upturned to a grin.
"Oh my God. I'm going to unload my cum into her little sluthole, wife. She's so tight. I can't stop." Sin closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Focusing, he rammed his cock even harder into the girl. Catherine's legs were shaking now as tears and snot ran down her face. Her cheek was placed against the cold counter.
As Sin continued to beat up her poor pussy, Catherine's mouth opened, but no sound came out.
"HELP ME". Catherine mouthed to Claire right before her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
With that Sin unloaded his cumload deep into her womb. Claire stood watching as the maid's body contradicted what she was saying. Although she asked for help, the maid's hands now held Sin's thighs, pushing him deeper into her as though to not waste a drop. A loud moan escaped Catherine as spurt after spurt of his hot sticky cum connected with her womb . Claire watched as the puffy ring of her pussy tightened around the base of his cock. Squeezing the cumload into her as her body shook from another toe-curling orgasm.
"AAAHHHHH FUUUUUUCK." Sin's legs twitched behind her as he rammed as far into her as he could go. He held her there with a steel grip even as she tried to escape him.
"OW! OW! OW!' Although Claire could see that Catherine just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but she was also battling weird the pain as Sin rammed the whole 9 inches of his cock into her tight cunt. He was grinding against her pussy as though he couldn't afford to let any cum slip out. This made her rise up on her toes, trying to run from his cock grinding against her cervix.
Claire stood in awe with her mouth wide open. She slowly slid her hands down from her bosom to gently press it against the front of her dress. Although she didn't have skin on skin contact, she could feel that her pussy was slick.
With Sin's cock still pressed snug in her pussy, Catherine's eyes opened to meet Claire's. Her eyes drifted to where Claire's hands rested just above her pussy lips realization dawning on her face. Claire was turned on from watching her husband rape her.
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[
"husband",
"non consent",
"wife watches",
"forced sex",
"maid"
] |
Camping With His Brat p11 Brat Seri
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/camping-with-his-brat-p11-brat-seri
| 4.5 | null |
BDSM
|
Eve
"Do you have everything, once we are hours away from home and civilisation there's no turning back," Scott said to me. We were standing behind the car in our driveway. I had just shoved one last extra blanket inside just in case what we already packed wasn't enough. I went through the mental checklist of what we needed for the trip and what I had packed. I was more than certain we had everything.
"I'm sure I have everything," I said.
"Alright, let's get going then."
We locked up the house and made sure everything was good inside before going back to the car and heading off. It was early Friday morning and we would be gone until Monday afternoon at least. Scott was expected back at work on Wednesday. He said he needed a buffer day in case anything happened or he just needed to rest.
***
After a long drive filled with music and laughter we came to the camp grounds. We found a flat spot with some trees and set up camp. We weren't completely in the middle of nowhere but we had enough privacy. It took us at least another hour to set up camp, but I wasn't looking too carefully at the clock. Our camp site consisted of a big tent with an air mattress inside it as well as a few other essentials. We had a small foldout table and a few chairs near the campfire.
There were no other people set up near us that we could see so we basically had the place to ourselves.
It was the middle of the day but the sun was being covered by a few clouds, leaving us semi shaded below. We had just finished setting up camp a few hours ago and now we were taking a moment to sit and try the first of our camp stove coffee. Scott was taking care of it while I sat in my seat and watched him.
Soon the coffee was being poured. My senses perked to the comforting smell and I watched Scott with wide eyes as he brought it to me. He passed me my mug and sat in his chair.
"We needed this," Scott said.
"Yeah... I think I was going stir crazy in the house."
"I think so too, sweetheart. Maybe you should think about picking up an active hobby or joining a club or something," Scott suggested. I turned to face him in my camping chair, pulling my feet out of my shoes so I could rest my knees up against my chest. He looked so sexy and rugged sitting there like that. Not many men could pull off shorts, but Scott had naturally muscular legs. It made him look like he was meant to be in shorts.
"What kind of outdoor hobby or club?" I pressed him. He wasn't looking at me but I know he could feel my presence with the way his eyes continued flickering over in my direction.
"I don't know, love," Scott sighed. He sounded apologetic. Did he expect to have all the answers? Perhaps he did feel obligated since he was the one that landed us here in the first place. I could start looking for a job again but the trouble was, I wasn't even sure if I wanted another job. At least not in my field. Maybe a less intense office job that allowed me to make friends with women my age, go out for drinks, have a semblance of a social life. Instead of running around in circles in my own house like a dog trying to eat their own tail.
"You know they have, like, community gardens not far from us. Or you could go online and find a local exercise club or something, surely there's at least one walking or running group," Scott then suggested.
"Maybe I could do a garden in our yard. I don't know how I feel about sharing," I replied.
Scott laughed. His head tipped back a little and then when he was facing me.
"What do you think will make you feel more normal on a day to day basis?" Scott then asked. "I can come up with a million suggestions, love. But, at the end of the day you can only determine your own happiness," he said.
The softness of his words made my heart flutter. Scott never failed to make me feel loved. He reached out and took my hand in his. Our chairs were mere inches apart from one anothers. I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand and sighed, nodding. He was right, I could only determine my own destiny.
"You're saying I am free to get a job if I want one?"
"I mean, I never could have stopped you in the first place. I just, I wanted you to have a break. I didn't realise you'd take so well to my telling you what to do, but I'm glad you did. It's been a while now and if you need to work to be happy I won't stop you," Scott said to me.
My heart thumped again. He was melting me from the inside out.
"If it makes you feel better, I don't want to go back into law. I have been enjoying my blog writing. I just think if I got something more relaxed, not such a high pressure industry, but still in an office. Maybe something like that would be suitable," I said.
"If you hadn't taken the break do you think you would have come to this conclusion?" Scott pressed.
"No...I would never have known this is something I could do," I replied.
"How's the blog going anyway? I have been trying not to be all over you about it, let you have your own thing."
Scott's eyes danced with mine.
"I have a hundred followers, it's not much but it's... I'm proud of myself," I admitted.
Scott smiled at me and reached across the camp chairs. He grabbed the edge of my chair and dragged it across the forest floor until they were touching. Scott took hold of my cheeks in his hands and I was a goner. His lips found mine in a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into him. My body fluttered like when we first started dating. Every single time. He held me so tenderly, his thumb rubbing over my cheek as he dominated my mouth with his. Scott had soft plump lips that I would never get over. My mouth parted for him and his tongue shot inside, invading me and my senses. I half moaned against him. Eventually we pulled apart. My eyes danced between his and his lips, they were red and swollen. I darted toward him again, kissing him and biting his bottom lip until he groaned before pulling back.
"Oh you want to be a little brat now?" Scott chuckled, rubbing his bottom lip.
"I didn't make the conscious decision to be a brat, if that is what you are implying."
Scott chuckled.
"I'm going to have a lot of fun punishing you this weekend. You can't be too loud out here though. If you are I'll gag you," Scott told me.
"Gag me?"
"Yeah, I'll shove your own used panties into your mouth, so I can beat you in peace," he replied. His deep sultry voice had my legs quivering. Arousal swirled through my core.
"I believe you."
"Good. Because I'm not making threats, I'm making a promise, sweetheart."
The way he was so soft and rough all at once had me in a spin. I didn't even know what to say to that. My eyes glanced up and down the length of Scott's body when I noticed his cock was rock solid in his loose shorts. It was standing up right, struggling against the material. Scott looked composed as always.
"Want me to do something about that? Or perhaps we should go for a dip in the stream so you can calm down," I teased.
"You want to play games, don't ya sweetheart?"
"I have no idea what games you might be referring to." I batted my lashes, playing the innocent. Scott stood up from his seat. Oh shit. He was right in front of me in a flash, grabbing me by braid I had down the middle of my head, especially for this trip. He tugged it like a leash.
"Get up," he commanded.
I scrambled to my feet as he continued holding my braid and then he began to pull me along. We came to a wide smooth tree at the outskirts of our small clearing.
"Hold on," he told me.
I grabbed onto the tree, facing it.
"Lower," Scott then said.
I lowered myself so I was almost half bent at the waist, bracing myself on the tree. Next thing I knew my shorts and panties were being shoved down around my knees. A fresh breeze hit my pussy. The feeling was oddly erotic. Probably because it was a rare sensation. I held the tree tight, trying to figure out what Scott was about to do. I had a pretty good idea but a small part of me thought that maybe instead of fucking me he would beat me for being a little brat.
"What're you doing?" I asked anxiously.
"I'm admiring the view... and you know what film camera?" Scott asked.
"The disposables we brought with us?" I replied.
"Yes, I'm taking a picture of you like this, so I can never forget it. When we're old, I'll be able to look back at this fondly."
Embarrassment shot through me like an arrow.
"Scott," I whined.
"I'll develop them myself, relax," he said.
My nerves calmed. It was so dirty and I had never thought of Scott taking such intimate photos of me before.
"Oh... I guess that is fine then," I replied.
Scott pushed my tank top up until it was bunched up around my shoulders. He ran a smooth hand up my back, running it over the curves of my ribs, before he groped one of my breasts.
"I would never let another person see what is mine and mine alone," he growled from behind. His breath tickled my back. The possessive tone of his voice had arousal pooling in my core. I was dripping for him and I needed to be fucked.
"That's good...Sir," I sighed.
Scott put a hand against my pussy from behind. His thumb pressed into my asshole whilst his two fingers massaged my sensitive entrance. I couldn't help but moan.
Scott kissed a line down my back before he removed his hand and took me by the hips. I couldn't even blink before he thrust himself deep inside my wanton cunt. I squelched around him. I was so fucking wet and ready for him. After the initial thrust Scott began to fuck me without mercy. He didn't pace himself for even a moment. He fucked me like it would be the last time. He thrust into me so hard our skin was making a slapping sound.
"Fuck, you've been waiting for this all day haven't you, brat?" Scott groaned. His fingers dug into my hips as he continued to fuck me.
"I'm always waiting for you, Sir," I replied.
An animalistic groan ripped through Scott, as if he couldn't control himself. He grabbed my braid in one hand, held my hip in the other, then slammed harder into me if that were even possible. My eyes were open and I was glancing at the tree above me as pleasure overtook my body. The way Scott fucked me was other worldly.
My pleasure was building higher and higher with each thrust. I was nearing my edge sooner than later.
"I'm going to come," I warned Scott.
"Of course you are. Such a little fucking brat, you always come so quickly for me, don't you?"
He wasn't making it any easier to hold it together. His dirty, goading words were tipping me over the edge.
"No, no, Sir. I can't hold it. Not when you're fucking me," I cried, gasping for breath between words.
"Come then, come for me, brat," he commanded.
I came undone in his arms. I screamed out my pleasure, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I gripped the tree harder, feeling like I was going to collapse on my shaking legs. I was struggling to hold it together, my body jerking, my back arching. Scott held me up by the hips continuing to fuck me through my orgasm and when I was finished coming he spanked my left asscheek so hard I shrieked.
That would surely be leaving a red hand print in its wake.
I whimpered against the tree, bracing myself as Scott now fucked my overly sensitive pussy.
"Shut up before I gag you. Someone might hear us," Scott commanded. His voice grew deeper, more strained, as he was coming up to his own orgasm.
I did my best to clamp my lips shut. Instead, I made small moaning whimpers as he continued ploughing me. He let go of my hair and just held my hips again. His strokes grew faster, more shallow, and I knew Scott was coming to his end.
He came deep inside me with a groan and a curse. As he finished, he reached under me and pinched my sensitive clit as if testing to see if I would scream out. I gave him a little yelp but nothing more.
"Good girl," Scott said. He grabbed me by the braid and pulled me up right. He turned me around, but I could barely walk with my shorts around my knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.
"What do you want to do now?" Scott asked. He brushed a piece of stray hair from my face. I was practically holding my breath as I looked up at him.
"Maybe get cleaned up and go for a hike or something?" I suggested. Scott nodded and dipped his head down, giving me a kiss.
Soon we were back in the tent and I was getting cleaned up. I decided back when we were planning for this trip that I would use this trip as an opportunity to try new hobbies. Scott had an old rangefinder camera he was given as a gift for his 30th birthday by an old friend. He dabbled in photography during his college days but with his job he had lost interest in the hobby. At first he used the camera but these days it barely came out of the drawer, so I took it for myself. Scott was more than happy for me to use it.
Once I had my plan in place I went online and looked up the model and type of camera this was. I didn't even realise there was such a variation between types of cameras. This particular camera came with two lenses. One was better for portraits, taking pictures at parties, events, things like that. The other was better for landscapes, nature photography, street photography... things like that. I brought both with me and Scott had the idea that we should go buy some disposables. I didn't realise he was going to use those for such purposes though.
Soon, we were in our hiking boots, my camera around my neck, and walking through the predetermined path of the forest. It was clear people camped around here a lot.
Being out in nature was calming.
We walked and walked talking about this and that but sometimes in silence. I stopped Scott every few minutes so I could take a picture of a bird or a small animal, of a tree, or an interesting rock.
***
We came back from our hike and had camp showers before changing into some clean clothes. We were sweaty from the hike and needed a refresh. The sky was dark and the stars were sparkling in a way they never did in the city. I sat in my chair by the fire while Scott tended to it. He poked at it with a stick while I sat with my knees up to my chest. He came and sat back next to me, pulling his chair up close to mine.
"Are you feeling better, now that we are out here?" Scott asked me.
I thought on it for a moment, turning to face him. I nodded. It was as if my nervous system was shifting back to normal. I didn't feel this sense that I was trapped anymore. Even though this was a far more isolated place than my living room, it felt right.
"I do, I feel a lot better after today. Like a break from routine."
Scott smiled at that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I groaned. I almost toppled over the side of my chair trying to make out with him. Finally we pulled back and I stood up and came in front of Scott. Standing in front of him he pulled me down onto his lap, his fingers tangled through my hair. I leaned in, biting Scott's lower lip. He groaned, slipping his large hand up the length of my thigh. He found my clit through my thin linen shorts and started rubbing it in rough circles.
"You want to be a good girl for me?" His deep voice has me spinning. I am unable to say no to him like this. My eyes search his as I chew on my lip.
"I always want to be a good girl," I replied.
Scott grabbed the blow up cushion he was laying against and placed it down in front of us.
"On your knees little brat," Scott told me.
"Maybe you should get on your knees for once," I teased. I was about to get down a moment later but Scott took me off guard. He leant forward and pecked my lips before standing up. He took hold of me so I wouldn't topple off, he grabbed me by the hips then tossed me over his shoulder. Next thing I knew he was carrying me back into the tent. Scott laid me down on the blow up mattress and pushed my legs apart. I pulled my head up, trying to look at him. Shock was still filling my entire body at this point. I couldn't believe he followed through with what I said.
Scott pulled my shoes and socks off, throwing them into the corner of the tent.
"I hope you don't think I have been neglecting your pleasure sweetheart, I want to spoil you in every single way I can," Scott told me as he pulled my shorts down my legs. My panties were next to go.
I was propping myself up on my forearms watching him. I sucked in a tentative breath, waiting for him to continue. I could barely think straight to reply so I just gave him a small nod.
Once I was naked from the waist down Scott looked at my shirt like it was offending him. I grabbed it and pulled it off my body. I wasn't wearing a bra so my tits were already on display for him. My nipples hardened to stiff peaks, my breathing grew ragged. Scott hovered over my wet sensitive cunt.
"Are you going to answer me?" he breathed right over my clit.
"I didn't know you needed an answer..." I sighed, staring right at him. I couldn't move my eyes off him, I was encapsulated.
Scott dipped his head down and sucked my clit into his mouth. His eyes locked with mine. I'd never felt so dominated while being given oral before. He pushed my legs wide apart, sucking on my clit harder as he did so. A moan ripped through me without warning.
"Do you think I have been neglecting your pleasure sweetheart?" he growled, pulling his head up for a moment. With one of his hands he grazed over my sensitive entrance. Where all the nerves were bundled and desperately begging him to slip inside. But instead he caressed me right there. How was I meant to reply under duress.
"I don't think so... I mean it has been a while since we did, well, this," I finally managed to spit out. Scott pulled my clit into his mouth again, his expert tongue was sending me into a fit of never ending moans. Pleasure sparked through my body. Shooting up from my core into the rest of me. I was filled to the brim with pleasure from what Scott was doing to me.
Finally he lifted his head up again giving me a reprieve. But, instead he pushed his two fingers deep inside me, pressing into my g-spot.
"You're right, I'll make sure to focus on you a little bit more. In fact, you'll be begging me not to come anymore," Scott then told me.
"Oh," I just said.
Scott gave me a wicked smile before dipping down again, his head buried into my cunt. He licked the length of me. Swirling his tongue around my clit then licking down my slit before coming back up again. He pulled my clit into his mouth once again, using his expert tongue on me. I couldn't hold myself up any longer. I collapsed back down on the pillow, trying not to writhe in his arms. Scott held me down as he pleasured me. I clutched the sheets on either side of me, whimpering beneath his hot touch.
"Sir please," I moaned. "I'm going to come."
"Do it," he growled.
I came to my mountain's peak of pleasure, it ripped me to shreds from the inside out. I was like ribbons of pleasure exploding out from a ball of tightly wound yarn. Everything turned to white as I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back. Scott continued his assault of pleasure on my body. I rode my orgasm out and pushed myself up onto my forearms looking at Scott as he continued.
He pumped his fingers in and out of my slick cunt as he worked his mouth on me. I could barely keep it together.
"I don't know if I can take much more," I said to him.
"Do you want me to stop, baby?" he asked.
"Maybe just one more orgasm..." I admitted. I was halfway to my next peak and if we stopped now I knew it would be throbbing.
"You don't know what you want, do you sweetheart?" he teased me.
"I just want to feel good," I replied.
Scott hummed and pushed his face down. This time he was bringing me up to my peak of pleasure faster than before. I laid back down as my second orgasm ripped through me. This time I cried out. A wild whimpering cry escaped me, my mouth tipping wide open as I lost complete control of my faculties. While I rode out my pleasure Scott continued to lap me up until I went completely limp. He pulled his hand and mouth off me and then stripped to nothing before coming up and laying next to me. He pulled my hot body into his. I laid my cheek against his bare chest. Being with him and against him made my entire nervous system settle. I sighed in contentment as he pulled the blankets over our bodies.
"You should focus on my pleasure more often," I said, half asleep.
Scott pressed a kiss to my head. "Of course my love."
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"dominant",
"dominant male",
"submissive female",
"cunnilingus",
"outdoor sex",
"bdsm",
"impact play",
"spanking",
"degradation",
"humiliation"
] |
Police Vs Dominatrix
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https://www.literotica.com/s/police-vs-dominatrix
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BDSM
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It was late on a Friday afternoon when police got a call for a noise complaint at an apartment near the town's university. The caller reported to the 911 emergency line that they could hear spanking, smacking, and yelling from inside an apartment above them. Due to the potential significance of these claims, the 2 closest officers were dispatched to the apartment. Officer Amy and Officer Sean arrived simultaneously to the parking lot of the apartment and went inside and started working their way up the steps to the top floor.
*** Knock Knock ***
"Police... open up" Sean said with a stern tone. Both him and Amy were fully dressed in their police outfits and gear. Inside they heard some shuffling after the knock before a woman opened the door from the other side.
"What do you want? I'm kind of busy here." The woman said. The officers' eyes widened at what she was wearing. An all black latex catsuit with a long zipper in front that was pulled about 3/4 of the way up, boots that went up to her knees and long black latex gloves as well. Seemingly every part of her body was covered except her head and face. She had short black hair and was wearing darker makeup with bright black lipstick.
"We received a call about a noise complaint and disturbance. We've come to investigate here. Can you please open up and let us in? Amy responded.
"And what if I don't" the woman said with a snarky tone.
"Then you'll regret it." Sean said before pushing the door open wider and forcing his way in. What they saw inside was a bit more unusual than their normal house calls. 3 college aged girls were all kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their back and each one with a red ball gag tightly in their mouth.
"Hey! You can't just barge into my place of business without a warrant" the latex clad woman responded.
"What the hell is going on in here" Sean said while checking out each of the girls on the floor.
"Start explaining yourself now!" Amy said to the woman still in the doorway. "What's your name and what are you doing here with these girls?"
"My name is Maxie Domina" she responded with a sigh. "I am a professional dominatrix, and if you MUST know, we were in the middle of a consensual bdsm session." The 3 girls on the floor all nodded their heads in agreement with their dominatrix.
"Maxie... Domina...?" Sean said not believing her.
"Is that true, ladies? You aren't being held against your will?" Amy said while closing the door and coming closer. Again they all nodded and some tried to explain through their gags. "Could you please, um take the gags out Miss.. Maxie?"
Maxie went over and unbuckled each of the gags on her submissives.
"Yes it's true. We are here willingly. Our mistress put up advertisements earlier this week on campus about a discounted session. Mistress has been very kind to us and she doesn't overcharge like some other dommes in the area" one of the girls said trying to explain herself. Maxie crouched behind them petting and giving them kisses on their heads.
"Wait you all paid to be here?!" Sean said with a shocked look on his face.
"Yeah, dumbass they did. Normally I collect payment at the end of sessions but yes. They were paying to be here" Maxie responded.
"Alright. Anyone who doesn't live here, please collect your things and leave. My partner and I were called in to quell a noise complaint, and we intend to do that" Amy said. Maxie began untying each of the girls, and she advised they did not have to pay for today's session and that she would make it up to them next time. Maxie saw that each girl gathered their things and closed the door behind them on their way out.
"Thanks for that," Maxie said with a sarcastic tone. "You both just cost me this weekend's pay." Maxie stood with her arms crossed with a look of annoyance on her face.
"Hey it's not our fault you girls couldn't keep quiet during your orgy" Sean said with a snicker as he began to wander around.
"Can you both please leave now? The noise is gone and I'd rather 2 pigs not snoop around my business" Maxie said as she started following the officer while he was poking his head around.
"We just need to make sure you haven't kidnapped anyone else hehe" Sean responded while walking down the hall to Maxie's bedroom.
"Hey! You said you came to put a stop to the noise, not perform an unlawful search of my home" Maxie said growing frustrated and reaching out to pull the officer away from her bedroom door.
"Hands off the officer!" Amy said with an authoritative tone.
"Or what?... Bitch" Maxie said while getting up in Amy's face.
"Or this!" Sean said while grabbing Maxie's arms and pinning her against the wall. He pinned her right arm behind her back and began pulling out his handcuffs. "You are under arrest for the assault of 2 officers"
"Assault?! You gotta be kidding I barely touched you and didn't even touch her" Maxie groaned while the officer secured her hands behind her back in his standard issue handcuffs.
"Is this really necessary, Sean? I don't want to do all this unnecessary paperwork" Amy said in response to him detaining the Domme.
"Relax, Amy. I'll take care of all the paperwork and booking for this one. It'll teach this little girl not to disrespect me" Sean said while still holding Maxie against the wall.
"Fine... I'm gonna get some fresh air and call it in and let the station know you are bringing someone in" Amy said while leaving the apartment and walking down the steps.
"You pigs are something else, ya know that?" Maxie said.
"Quiet, slut. It is your right after all. I need to read your rights and check you for weapons" he said with a smirk.
Officer Sean began reading a cliff notes version of the Miranda rights to Maxie while taking his time with his hands on her body.
"So how does one get into the dominatrix business?" Sean said while caressing her back and sides, slowly bringing his hands to rest on her hips. Maxie stood facing the wall in silence, not responding to someone who was clearly on the force to touch women.
"I bet 'Maxie Domina' isn't even your real name anyway huh" the officer continued while cupping each of her ass cheeks tightly through the latex cloth. Maxie just groaned, not saying a word in response.
"What's the matter, babe? Cat got your tongue now" Sean said. "Turn around and face me"
Maxie ignored him.
"I said turn around!" Sean said with a meaner tone. He reached his hands out to her shoulder and forcefully turned her and pinned her back to the wall. Maxie stared daggers into his eyes that would've killed Caesar again.
Sean then reached and grabbed hold of the zipper to the catsuit and glanced back to her eyes
"Don't you fucking dare!" Maxie said with scorn.
"Just doing my job... mistress" he responded with a chuckle while pulling her zipper down past her breasts and towards her crotch. The unzipped catsuit exposed her breasts and her devilishly black bra as well as some of her matching black panties. "Well what do we have here?..." Sean said while moving his hands inside her tight catsuit. "Conceal carrying some weapons underneath this shiny outfit" he said with a smirk while starting to fondle her breasts.
"God... all you men are fucking pigs" Maxie snarked while trying to shake and turn away from Sean.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" Sean said while pinning her chest to the wall again and spanked her ass, eliciting a loud sound from the skin of his hand making contact with her latex. Maxie growled and looked back at him with the corner of her eye.
"You are so fucked when I get my hands on you" Maxie snarled. "You're gonna be wishing you never touched me."
"Big talk, girl. I can't wait for the boys back at the station to get a good look at you." Sean said while flashing a mischievous grin. "You'll be our most popular detainee. We might even have a little fun with you" He spanked her a few more times again. Sean then forced her to sit down on the ground and took a pair of ankle cuffs and attached them to her ankles.
"Don't move. I'm gonna finish looking around and then we are gonna introduce you to everyone back at the station" Sean said while trailing off. He couldn't resist checking out what Maxie had been so keen on trying to hide in her bedroom.
Upon entering her room, he couldn't believe his eyes. Ropes, gags, cuffs, belts, etc. were all hung on the walls with several other toys that looked like they'd be used for spanking. Several vibrators littered throughout the room as well. Feeling a bit creeped out, Sean exited her bedroom and went back to the main living area where he found all the cuffs Maxie had been wearing scattered on the floor unlocked.
"How the hell did she escape-mmmmph" Sean said before being interrupted with a cloth in his face. The cloth had a weird smell and suddenly Sean was getting very tired and losing all energy to fight back. Maxie had pounced on him from behind with a rag with chloroform and smothered his face until he eventually collapsed, fading in and out of consciousness.
"Shhhhhhh... it's my turn to play now" she said, licking her lips with a devilish grin.
Officer Amy finished up down outside and was confused as to why it was taking Sean so long to bring Maxie down with him. She finally had enough of the waiting and decided to go back up to check on him. Amy opened the door and her jaw hit the floor when she saw her partner sitting back on the couch unconscious, missing his police equipment belt, pants, shoes and hat. All he had was his buttoned up blue shirt and his underwear. She moved closer to him and noticed a pair of handcuffs and ankle cuffs beside the couch. Suddenly she felt a pit in her stomach.
"Freeze bitch" Maxie said ducking it out from the corner of the hall. Maxie had Sean's police issued handgun and Amy froze while slowly raising her hands up. "Your partner is a real piece of shit pig you know that?" she said while pointing Sean's gun at her. Maxie was wearing his police equipment belt.
"P-please just let me take him downstairs and we'll leave. W-we're sorry to have bothered you" Amy said with a meek tone.
"Sorry doesn't begin to cover what you both have done to me tonight" Maxie said moving closer to her. "Don't worry though, I'm sure we can work something out." Maxie said.
"What do you want?" Amy asked.
"Take off your equipment belt and set it on the ground. Then kneel on the ground and put your hands on your head. Do it all silently" Maxie ordered.
Amy did as instructed in silence and simply looked back at Maxie when she was on her knees. Maxie then tossed a pair of handcuffs in front of her. Amy's heart sank as she glanced down then looked back up at the dominatrix's eyes.
"Put them on... behind your back" Maxie ordered.
"Please. We're sorry we interrupted you tonight. We were just doing our jobs-" Amy said before Maxie cut in.
"Did I say you could speak? I said put the cuffs on... Now!" Maxie said.
Amy took the handcuffs, which suddenly felt heavier than ever before, and latched them onto her right wrist first. Then she placed her hands behind her back and cuffed the left wrist. She was now the domme's prisoner.
"Good girl," Maxie said. The words ran shivers down Amy's spine. Maxie then picked up something peculiar to Amy. It looked like a collar a dog would wear, but it didn't seem like the dominatrix owned any pets. Maxie first put Mary's hair in a tight ponytail and then locked the leather choker collar tightly around her neck.
"From here on out you will refer to me as 'Mistress Maxie' or simply just as 'Mistress'... Is that understood?" Maxie said while smiling at her new submissive.
Amy looked down and nodded slowly.
"Very good. Listen to everything I say and nothing bad will happen to you or your partner. But first, we need to wake up your partner. He seems to be all tired from work today. Why don't you go ahead and pull his underwear down?" Maxie said.
"Wh-what?!?!" Amy stammered.
"You heard me, darling" Maxie said as she started transitioning into her dominatrix role.
Amy shuffled over and began trying to use her cuffed hands to pull down his underwear.
"Ah ah... with your teeth," Maxie said with a grin.
Amy, now leaning her head down towards his junk. Grinned the top of his boxers with her teeth and slowly started pulling them down towards his knees. Sean's penis was now out in the open for all to see.
"Very good... why don't you start playing with his member now. See if you can arouse him to wake up" Maxie chuckled.
"You want me to suck his dick? Are you joking" Amy said, not believing what she was just told.
"Do I look like I'm joking darling..." Maxie asked rhetorically down to the cuffed cop. "Start sucking or you'll be next in line to lose your clothes." She said threateningly with a smile.
Amy did as she was ordered and leaned her face down again. Slowly she took his flaccid penis and began sucking and licking his shaft. Slowly it started coming to life and filling Amy's mouth, startling her a bit. Maxie crouched down next to her and patted her head.
"Good girl. You really know how to handle yourself down there hehe" Maxie mockingly said. "Work faster now" she said while giving her a spank.
Amy, filled with anxiety began moving her mother faster and faster, tonguing his member and praying for this to be over soon. Sean began to moan and stir.
"That's enough." Maxie said, pulling Amy's head back. "We don't want him getting too excited now."
Sean began to wake and groan saying "what the hell happened? I don't remember anything after the-" Sean froze when he saw his gun pointed at him and his partner cuffed kneeling in front of him. He then fell silent as he made eye contact with Maxie.
"Yeah I think it's best if you stayed quiet for now" Maxie said with a snarl. "You can do me a favor though and finish stripping."
"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm-" he said before being smacked across the face with Maxie's free hand.
"Be quiet and strip! NOW!" Maxie yelled.
Sean began reluctantly doing what he was told and started unbuttoning his shirt. He couldn't help but glance at Amy who was staring down at the floor, embarrassed at what she had just been forced to do. "If you hurt her I swear-"
**smack **
Maxie smacked him across the face again saying "I said be quiet. Next time, you'll be hit with the gun" she said pointing it at him again.
Sean finished taking off his buttoned blue police shirt and pulled his white t-shirt off as well. He then stood up and let his underwear fall to his ankles and kicked them over to his clothes pile.
Maxie then tossed a pair of ankle cuffs down at his feet. "Put those on your partner and hogcuff her" Maxie ordered.
Sean picked up the cuffs and made his way behind Amy who was kneeling very still in front of the couch. He attached the first cuff to her right ankle and was about to immediately attach the cuff to the other ankle before Amy interjected.
"Mistress said to hogcuff me" Amy said in a soft tone before slowly lowering herself onto her chest and bringing her shoes to her butt. "Loop the ankle cuff chain with my handcuffs and then attach it to my left ankle."
Sean, bewildered at more things than one, did as his partner and instructed and Amy was securely hogcuffed.
"Good girl, my dear. You could be a dominatrix in the future yourself with the way you got this pig to follow your orders. Finish her up by gagging her now" Maxie said pointing to one of the many red ball gags on the floor from earlier.
Sean crawled over and picked up one off the ground. He began fidgeting with the strap and the buckle.
"It's okay. Just listen to what the mistress says and everything will be okay" Amy said again in a soft tone.
Sean then placed the red ball gag into her mouth and began securing the strap behind her head.
"Make sure it's nice and tight. She's earned some quiet time by herself while I have my fun with you" Maxie said.
Sean had fully turned red with embarrassment. He and his partner were in control of this situation until he foolishly took his eye of the Domme. How had she even managed to snake her way out of the cuffs to begin with? He latched them on tight and now it was his partner that was hogcuffed on the floor and starting to drool a bit through her gag.
"Now what to do with you, Mr. Tough and Nasty?" Maxie pondered aloud. "Stand up and put your hands on your head." She ordered.
"Please just let her go... I'm the one who went too far" Sean said as he rose to his feet and placed his hands on his head.
"Going too far is one way to put it. As punishment, tonight I am going to own you. Your partner already got the message as evident by her beautiful new collar. Time for you to wear one as well" Maxie said while going over to her desk and picking out one for Sean.
"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna let you collar me!" Sean said in retort.
"Oh I'm not going to. You're gonna put it on yourself... or your partner is getting punished." Maxie said while crouching down next to Amy and giving her a pat on her butt.
"You wouldn't dare..." Sean said, getting madder.
"I mean it's only fair... I made the same deal with her after all and she complied immediately hehe" you both must have a thing for each I suppose. Amy looked down in a bit of shame and embarrassment.
"Fine. You win." Sean said while putting the collar on. "Let's get this over with," Sean said.
Maxie walked up to him and secured a small leash and yanked him lightly.
"This leash is an added bonus. Now hands behind your back now and follow me" Maxie ordered. Sean complied and slowly walked behind her.
Maxie then directed Sean into her bedroom and ordered him down on his knees. She tossed a few black bondage belts over to him.
"Lock those onto each of your legs tightly, pinning your calves to your thighs." Maxie said while sitting on her bed in front of him.
Sean obeyed. Now his legs were frogtied and moving around would be difficult.
"You should consider yourself lucky, pig. I reserve this restraint for only my most disobedient subs." Maxie boasted as she opened the trunk in her closet and began rummaging through. At last she pulled out what appeared to be a leather bag to Sean, but Maxie quickly explained the item.
"This is what we call an arm binder. One of the tightest and most brutal ways to restrain someone. Once this is locked on, there is no escape. No ropes to untie. No handcuff to unlock. You are truly helpless with one of these on..." she boasted as she showed off its style to a still silent Sean.
"Hands behind your back, pig. Palms touching together" she ordered as she walked around behind him. Sean hung his head and willfully placed his arms behind him. Slowly, Maxie pulled the arm under up his arms until it passed his elbows, almost making them touch.
Sean lightly groaned at the uncomfortableness of his new predicament.
"Oh you're gonna love this next part" she said while wrapping straps across his chest and buckling them. She then took a small padlock and locked the straps into place and attached the key to his collar to hang right below his chin.
"Now all we need is a gag for your mouth and your bindings will be complete" Maxie said gleefully. Sean just stared at the ground in front of him. Not even bothering trying to struggle. His situation was hopeless now. He was frogtied and his arms were completely secured in her armbinder and locked with a small padlock as the cherry on top.
Maxie rummaged through her toys until she found the perfect gag. A harness gag with a big royal blue ball to fit in his mouth. "This one seems perfect for a pig like you... don't ya think?" She said holding it up in front of him. But Sean refused to look up.
Maxie bent down and picked up the leash and yanked his head up so he was forced to make eye contact with her. "Don't start acting insubordinate now, pig. We are just getting started... any last words before I silence you?"
"Go to hell you slut" Sean said looking into her eyes.
"Oooooh still got a bit of fight left in you... I can fix that" Maxie said with a grin growing devilishly wider by the second. She then kneeled down in front of him and shoved the white ball gag in his mouth, securing the straps over and around his head so the harness was tight.
She cupped his face and stared deep into his eyes. "Now YOU have the right to remain silent. And You. Are. Mine!"
Maxie then grabbed his cock and gripped the shaft tightly, causing a yelp to squeak past his gag. "I told you I'm a professional dominatrix. I specialize in torturing men like you."
Sean's eyes grew wide at her words and he began to struggle a bit in his armbinder, causing Maxie to laugh at his futile efforts. She released his penis and shuffled around behind him where she pulled the end of his armbinder up towards the ceiling, causing Sean to forcefully bend forward with his face touching the carpet.
"I'm going to give your ass cheeks some punishment and I want you to count... do you understand me, pig" Maxie said leaning down beside him.
Sean stayed silent and looked away. Maxie forced his arms up higher causing him to groan again through his gag.
"Look at me... do you understand me?" Maxie said again with authority.
Sean looked back and groaned while nodding his head yes.
"Then let's begin..." **smack** on to his right ass cheek
"Ggghn"
** smack **
"Ghhu"
** smack **
"Ggghhee"
"Awww you're doing great, pig" ** smack **
"Ggghou"
** smack **
"Ggghhhhie"
"Oooooh your ass is nice and red now hehe. Let's see what other fun we can have." Maxie said while getting up and going over to her trunk.
She returned holding a vibrator wand and a strap-on dildo. Sean's eyes grew wide and he began shaking his head.
"Ggghhhn ggghhn ggghhhhn" he said repeatedly.
"Awww don't worry, pig. I'll lube you up first. But before we get to that, we're gonna play with my vibrator." Maxie said while sitting in front of him. She then turned the vibrator its lowest setting and held it against his face.
"See nothing too crazy" she said before moving it down to his belly. The anticipation was starting to set in as she lowered the vibrator and his penis started getting aroused again.
Maxie held the vibrator against cock and balls and leaned against him, her chest forcing him back a bit. Sean started moaning a bit at the sensations he was feeling.
"Shhhhhh, pig" she said while holding up a finger to his ball gagged lips. "There's more where that came from."
She turned up the setting and Sean's moans got louder and more frequent. In the back of his mind, he was starting to wonder if Amy could hear his sounds from the other room. Seemingly in a daze, he was slapped back to reality by Maxie when she hit him across the face and yanked his leash to pull his head in close to her.
"I want you to focus on the here and now," she said while turning off the vibrator wand. Sean seemingly groaned at the sudden halt of sensations and Maxie took note.
"It's time for the final part of your punishment. Be a good piggy and I might just let you cum before we're done." Maxie said.
Sean simply moaned and nodded.
In one fell swoop, Maxie undid the belts holding his legs together and grabbed a hold of his leash and yanked him to his feet. Sean's legs were wobbly and he stumbled when he first stood up but he wasn't on his feet long. Maxie threw him onto the bed and shoved his face into one of her own red heart shaped pillows. She then positioned him to be on his knees with his ass in the air
"Stay right there. I need to get ready" she said to him.
It was hard for him to see but she was slipping into her strap-on so that it was secure around her waist. This strap-on was special as it was double sided and with her catsuit zipped all the way down, she could slip it in and enjoy what was about to come next just as much as her prey.
"Do you know what I'm about to do next? She asked him as she climbed on the bed and knelt behind his ass still raised in the air.
Sean gave a soft moan and nod.
"Good... this will be the best part of the night. You see, this strap-on works both ways" she said with a devious smile. "The harder I pound you, the more pleasure I'm going to receive"
Sean began to beg through his gag as she lathered the lube onto her fingers and began teasing his asshole.
"Don't worry pig, I promise I won't be gentle since this is your first time" she said while approaching the head of dildo to his asshole. Slowly but surely she inserted it behind him and began to thrust forward and back behind him.
"GGGHHNNN GGGH GLLGGHH GMMM GGGhhhh" he yelled through his gag. Maxie's soft moans grew louder and louder as well as she thrusted fast and faster.
"Mmmmmmmmmm oooooh fuck you are tight" Maxie moaned aloud to him. She was starting to sweat as things were getting hot and heavy.
She gripped the leash and yanked his head back and choked him a bit while she kept thrusting and yelled "scream for me, pig. Scream that you want me to cum"
Sean howled through his gag with some tears in his eyes while Maxie moaned louder and louder, sticking her tongue out and licking her lips at her prey.
Maxie's body shook a bit while she orgasmed behind him, her lovely sounds filling the apartment. Nearing the end of her climax, suddenly she heard sirens and multiple cop cars pulling up from down outside her apartment.
"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me... what do you say, pig? Think I can make you finish before they barge in up here?" Maxie said, seemingly admitting she was getting caught.
"ggghhhaaa??" Sean moaned
"I'll take that as a yes..." she said while slowly sliding the dildo out. She then made him sit and tightly embraced him from behind, squeezing him in a tight hug. Then she moved her right hand down his chest, passed his stomach and caressed his shaft.
Maxie, knowing she was short on time, began to stroke his cock. While stroking she decided to make sure he was marked up as hers and kissed and devoured his neck from behind and around leaving black lipstick spots and red marks on his skin.
Her hand stroking faster and faster, Sean was moaning louder and more frequently.
"You are mine. I am your mistress. Don't fuck with me again and don't ever forget tonight" she whispered into his ear. It was then when she heard some pounding on the front door followed by some muffled orders to open up.
"Better hurry up, pig" she said while stroking him. Finally, Sean moaned loudly one last time and climaxed on top of her bed. Sean yelled through his gag and the orgasm shook his body but he soon collapsed on the bed, taking deep breaths through his nose.
"Good boy..." she said while planting a parting gift on his forehead as she got up. It was right then that she heard the door burst open from the outside and several footsteps coming.
Maxie smiled at him while kneeling down next to her bed and placing her hands on her head in preparation for them to burst into their bedroom.
"Until next time, pig" she said with a wink.
"Freeze! Nobody move!" The lead officer yelled as 4 of them charged into her bedroom. 2 of them tackled Maxie and began cuffing her from behind.
"We were just having a little fun, officers," she said while pinned to the ground.
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you" he continued.
"Blah blah blah I get it." Maxie said back to them.
"Get her downstairs while we clean up" the lead officer said.
The officers escorted Maxie out of the bedroom. They passed by Amy who was free from her cuffs but she found she couldn't make eye contact with Maxie as she walked by. Maxie grinned Maxie was taken downstairs. And the lead officer approached Amy.
"What the hell happened here tonight?" He asked.
"Mistress Maxie Domina happened" she responded.
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"police",
"bondage",
"ballgag",
"maledom",
"femdom",
"handcuffs",
"dominatrix"
] |
The Pacific Vacation
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-pacific-vacation
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Taboo/Incest
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Tahiti... it's a magical place! You may have heard this tagline of Tahiti tourism countless times. Even the TV series Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D had this phrase repeated in several episodes. To a great extend it is true. Sitting in the South Pacific, Tahiti is indeed a beautiful island nation and a much beloved destination for tourists.
The incident I am going to describe happened many years ago when I was dating a Delhi-based professional dancer named Debasmita who was really good at what she did and was an expert in the dance form Bharatnatyam. She was also the dance teacher of my cousin who was studying Bharatnatyam at that time. Anyway, when I met Debasmita for the first time during a dance competition event, I was quite impressed by her. She was relatively beautiful but also quite charming and amiable.
We hit it off from there. I sent her a follow request on Instagram and she followed me back. We also had exchanged phone numbers when we met. The only problem was that she was married. But that didn't deter me from pursuing her because her husband was quite old and possibly not in a physical situation to sexually satisfy her. And a beautiful lady like her deserved sufficient sexual pleasure and sensual fulfillment.
I kept arranging "dates" where I would meet her for a coffee at Connaught Place or a drink at any pub in Hauz Khas Village or Subash Nagar. Initially she thought my intentions were harmless as I just wanted to get to know her. It was during one cold rainy night that "it" happened between us. We were stranded in a hotel in the outskirts of Noida where she had a program and we weren't able to return due to public transports being cancelled owing to the heavy rain. We ended up sharing a suite at an expensive hotel. Although she didn't quite like my advances, she eventually gave in and we had an excellent sex. So we started dating in secret. Her old fart husband wasn't aware of any of this.
The fact that she used to do frequent foreign trips was going to be our cover to do secret vacations abroad. So this started as an elaborate plan. Whenever she was booked by some sponsor to go abroad for a dance program, I would get a visa and book tickets to go to the same country. We would meet up when she was free and would fuck each other's brains out. But the problem was that her dance troupe would be there with her most of the time. So sneaking out was a problem. We longed for a vacation time for ourselves.
Finally it happened. Debasmita told her husband that she wanted to get away for some time to let the steam out a little. It was not worth it if she kept on working. Even her foreign trips were work trips (with some fucking if I managed to be with her). Her husband pitched the idea of joining her but she refused. She told him that she wants to go alone and relax completely. He had no choice but agree. She was after all his trophy wife.
Our decision was to go to Tahiti. Far away from India and too remote giving us all the privacy we need. We planned so many "things" for our two week long vacation. Little did we know what was going to happen when we go there.
The resort we booked was the famous Intercontinental Resort and Spa which had amazing gazebos and swimming pools. Also they had arranged for us to do deep sea diving. It was quite tempting because of the beautiful and clear blue waters of that island. We were completely excited and when we reached our resort room, we didn't even shower but just removed our clothes and started screwing each other. It felt like we were a newly wedded couple. Her sexual frustration with her husband was quite evident in her appetite for sex. It was not easy to reach Tahiti and the long haul flight for over 30 hours didn't stop us from doing the nasty.
That day we spent pretty much eating and fucking in our room. The way she cuddled with me in the night showed that she was quite satisfied by my sexual prowess.
The next day morning we went out to jog on the beach. I was wearing a vest and shorts and she was wearing a crop top and shorts. As we jogged her boobs bounced and it was quite beautiful to watch. Many men, even other couples were staring at her boobs as they passed us.
As we jogged suddenly something strange happened. Opposite to us was someone jogging towards us in navy blue track pants and a dark yellow top. She had a hairband and had a wired earphone connected to her ears. It took me a few seconds to recognize who it was - my cousin Amrita!
She was the same cousin who was the student of Debasmita. We were both puzzled. What the hell was she doing here? Amrita however didn't communicate with us. As we stood there stunned, she passed us by just giving a smile and slight handwave. I looked at Debasmita. She was fuming. Our affair was supposed to be a secret but she suspected that I had told Amrita.
Without saying a word, we continued jogging. Back in our room, we showered and had breakfast. We made plans to go to the pool in the afternoon. Debasmita was excited but also slightly worried which showed in her face. Anyway, we went to the pool. She was wearing a black thong bikini and I was wearing a regular swim trunk. She hated thongs as it exposed too much but I told her that if she wants to date me she had to dress like a slut, at least in a foreign country. Her ass cheeks were jutting out with the panty string going right between them. She didn't like the idea of something rubbing against her asshole but she loved the attention her ass was getting.
There were other couples too at the pool and we were lucky enough to get the jacuzzi. The bubbling water perfectly hid what my hand was doing. It was sliding inside her bikini and stimulating her pussy. As she kissed and cuddled me, she was really enjoying the sensations.
It was at that time that Amrita appeared. She was wearing a bright yellow bikini. It was the first time I saw her in bikini. She again smiled at us and gave a slight handwave and just jumped into the pool. Debasmita turned and looked at me. The fury in her eyes was very clear. She didn't like Amrita's presence one bit. After all she used to be her student.
Despite all this, Amrita never really bothered to come near us or talk to us. that was quite strange compared to how she behaved back in India. Anyway, we were back in our room. Debasmita didn't want to speak to me and was not in a mood to be touched. So the sex of that evening and night were cancelled. "Thank you Ammu!", I thought sarcastically.
The next day was the deep sea diving event. We had to be instructed in the evening and we went to attend that. Luckily Amrita was nowhere to be seen. I was relieved and focused on the instructions. The next day morning after breakfast, the crew consisting of 6 members per boat set off to the diving spot a couple of kilometers away from the shore.
The ecstatic diving experience was beyond words. I felt like Hrithik Roshan in the film Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. We went all the way down, saw fishes and corals and the like. It was unlike anything we had experienced before. We wanted to go again.
We asked the resort if we could join for another diving trip the next day. The manager agreed but told us that we had to pay extra because the crew for the next day have already been decided. We paid as requested.
Debasmita was in a happy mood again and we had a very cozy candlelight dinner at the restaurant. We had delicious wine and seafood. The waiters and waitresses were experts at wine pairing. That evening the love returned and I satisfied her vagina the way she wanted.
The deep sea diving was at a different spot the next day. As we dove deep, we came across a large stone. Around that stone were several corals and fishes. We were instructed not to touch anything without our diving instructor's approval as things could be poisonous. But as we were appreciating nature's beauty another diver just passed us and gave a handwave. It was obvious who it was! Seeing Amrita underwater was enough for Debasmita to be mood off. But she didn't want to ruin the diving trip.
Back at our room, Debasmita could not contain her anger. "What the hell is your cousin doing here? Did you invite her to our vacation?", she asked. I tried to assure her that I had no idea why Amrita was there. She was not buying it. "I thought our affair was a secret. I can't let my husband know. Yes, I love you but I also love him and don't want to lose him. Imagine what would happen if this leaked? Are you seriously telling me that you never divulged this information to your cousin?" I told her repeatedly that I didn't tell anyone anything and my cousin being at the resort was a coincidence.
The argument got to a heated level and Debasmita threw something at me. It was the guest's guidebook. There wasn't any injury but it hurt really bad. "Oh... I am so sorry...." Debasmita ran towards me but I pushed her away. "You need to calm down. I am going out for a drink", I told her. I left the room in my night robe.
At the bar I was sipping my third glass of whiskey. So much money was spent on this vacation and it was completely ruined now. I didn't know to whom I should direct my anger - Debasmita, Amrita or myself?
After my fourth whiskey glass, I went to the receptionist and asked in which room Amrita was staying. The receptionist was reluctant to give me the information but there was nothing a few dollar bills couldn't solve. I reached Amrita's room and knocked on the door.
She opened and smiled, "Hi Bhayya... what are you doing here?" I was slightly tipsy but asked, "The question is what the hell are you doing here? Did you come here to ruin my vacation? How on Earth did you know that I was dating Debasmita? Did you come here to spy on us?"
"Bhayya... you seem drunk. May be you should come later when you are sober," she said trying to close the door. "No!", I held the door open and told her that I need an answer right away because I am at the verge of breakup. She said, "Oh.... I am sorry. Why don't you come inside?" So I went in and sat on the chair beside the bed. She sat on the bed and asked me the details about my relation with Debasmita. I started describing the events starting from the first dance program where I met her all the way to the present day. She listened fascinated by how I managed all this. She knew that I had a crush on Debasmita but she didn't know that I had actually pursued her.
It was Ammu's turn now. She had to give a proper explanation of why she was there. Amrita told me that her boyfriend had planned a vacation with his friends to Mauritius and had asked her to join with them. But she hated his friends and was worried about her safety being alone in a boys gang. None of his friends had any girlfriends and she had seen how some of the guys leered at her.
Speaking of looking, Amrita was beautiful. She had facial looks resembling the porn star Callie Calypso although she was not that hot. Her ass was particularly similar to Callie. Many times when I masturbated fantasizing about Amrita, I had used Callie Calypso for proper visualization. It worked every time. Yeah, I know! Sexualizing cousins is considered taboo but think about it - we had been fucking our cousins for thousands of years before modern genetics was discovered. And for the most part of history, it fit society quite well.
Anyway, she told her boyfriend clearly that she wouldn't join him to Mauritius if his friends were going to be there. So that jerk told her to go and find her own vacation as he won't pay a single penny. This prompted her to book a vacation in Tahiti. We had both watched Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D and therefore were aware of the tourism tagline, "Tahiti... it's a magical place!".
Her presence at the resort was purely coincidental and she apologized for her being the cause of rift between me and Debasmita. Even she was surprised to see us both at the reception when we stepped into the resort. She just didn't want to disturb us. I said it's okay and she offered me a drink. The whiskey I had drunk before had mostly withered away. So I agreed to have a beer. She took two bottles of Asahi from her fridge and gave one to me and we sat there sipping.
As I was now calm I told her that it was the first time I saw her in bikini. She chuckled and said that because her family is quite conservative, she had to sneak out with her friends and go on trips to wear bikini. Even then she used to tell her friends not to click her pics in bikini and post on social media as uncle and aunty might see it. I smiled and said she looked absolutely gorgeous in bikini and that she should wear it more often.
"Really?" she was giddy and excited. "I brought several bikinis for this trip. Do you want to see it?" she asked. I laughed and asked, "You mean like a fashion show? You will wear each bikini and walk in front of me and I should sit here and give marks for each?" Amrita looked at me and said, "You know what bhayya... it's not such a bad idea! Let me go change and come!". She gave me another beer and turned on the music and went to the bathroom to change. I watched her beautiful ass as she walked away.
Debasmita had come out of the room looking for me. She asked if anybody had seen me. By the description she gave about me, someone told her that they saw me going to the bar. So she went there but couldn't find me. She thought of having a drink as well. As she was getting drunk at the bar, I was preparing in Ammu's room to watch her bikini show.
As the music progressed, Amrita came with her first bikini. It was the same yellow bikini that she wore at the pool the other day. "I hope you remember this one," she said. She walked towards me in a cat walk like a model and posed in front of me leftward and rightward just like a professional model. She was studying fashion design at college, so it was obvious that she knew how to pose. I had seen her make models pose on social media.
As she posed, her attractive dusky skin was quite apparent. It was the first time I saw her skin this close. Her cleavage, her belly button and her camel toe were all visible for my hungry eyes. But I decided to play it cool instead of drooling. She then turned around and posed again, this time giving me a good view of her ass although it was inside the panty. She then walked away and I salivated at the movement of her ass cheeks.
Few minutes later she came with a purple thong bikini. She repeated the same thing. Walked up to me and posed and gave me seductive smiles, then turned around and walked away. The string was between her ass and her ass cheeks were fully visible now. The way they bounced was too much for me to handle. She knew that I was playing it cool and probably wanted to tease me more.
The third bikini was a red one. But as she walked towards me I realized that it was a see-through bikini. I could see her breast, her nipples and her pussy through the fabric. I could no longer play it cool. I had an instant hard on. She then turned around and posed showing me her ass, which too was visible through the fabric. Now instead of walking away, she turned and bent over to me exposing her cleavage and said, "Looks like you are really enjoying the view bhayya....", she said looking at my hard on pushing out of my night robe. Since I had no underwear under the night robe, my penis was showing. She pulled the string of my night robe and opened it letting my penis stand free and said, "You can enjoy a little if you want. It's the least I can do to keep you entertained in this tough life situation." Then she walked away to the bathroom.
I knew what she meant and I started stroking my penis thinking about her. Unknown to both of us Debasmita was getting really drunk at the bar. She was buying shots after shots of tequila. After a while Ammu said, "How is this bikini bhayya?" I opened my eyes. It was a regular black bikini. Apparently she wanted to mix it up a little and I was fine with that.
She came up to me and posed as usual and smiled when she saw me stroking my penis. "Someone is taking enjoyment to the next level," she said. Then she turned around and this time instead of posing she bent over to touch her feet giving me a good view of her ass! "Woo! That is awesome!", I exclaimed. She turned her head and smiled. She turned around again and bent towards me and held both her breasts in her hands and jiggled them a little. "How is this?", she asked. I said it is fantastic but I liked the red bikini better. She understood what I meant and smiled and returned to the bathroom.
I removed my bathrobe completely and sat on the chair naked and continued masturbating while my eyes were closed visualizing my gorgeous cousin Amrita. Few minutes later, I heard her voice again, "What do you think about this bhayya?" she asked. I opened my eyes and looked and was puzzled. She was wearing a towel. I looked at her perplexed.
Then she gave another seductive smile and just dropped her towel. Her right toes curled as she rubbed her right foot on her left shin while posing as a "shy girl". My jaw dropped. Here was my cousin Ammu standing stark naked in front of me. Her soft breasts and hard nipples and her perfectly trimmed pussy with good pattern of pubic stubble was visible. The advantages of being a fashion designer! She had left enough hair stub fairly above her pussy and designed it like a triangle. It was as if giving the viewer the direction towards her perfectly shaven nether regions.
She cat walked towards me and posed well. Her hard nipples and ripe lips were signs of full arousal. I was sure that she might be wet and hot down there. She turned around and posed with her ass view as well. She also bent down and reached behind to spread her ass cheeks. My god! What a view! Her gorgeous asshole and open pussy lips were literally inviting me to attack. You can't imagine how much I wanted to lick, eat and fuck what I was seeing. Forget Callie Calypso! Here was something real that I wanted to take it all. I stroked my penis even more vigorously.
It was then we were startled by someone shouting at us. It was Debasmita! She somehow managed to find Amrita's room and came looking for us. Her face was red with anger and she walked towards me. But my sexual excitement wasn't gone. My penis was at the verge of an orgasm before she walked in and it just ejaculated a whole load straight at Debasmita's face as I turned towards her.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!", she shouted as she wiped her face with her right hand. She took a couple of steps forward and slapped me real hard. My semen was back on my face from her hand. She then turned herself to Amrita. She was swaying quite a bit due to the amount of alcohol in her blood. Ammu took her towel and immediately ran to the bathroom.
Debasmita turned towards me and slapped me again and screamed, "YOU PERVERT! YOU FUCKING PERVERT! Is this why you brought your cousin here? So you can dally with her behind my back? Now everything is clear! You did this on purpose! You had been telling her about our affair for long. You planned all this! YOU BASTARD!", she was completely out of control now.
"WE ARE BREAKING UP!!!!", she shouted before exiting the room. I knew she would go to the bar again and drink further. A part of me wanted to follow her and prevent her from creating any more nuisance. But I refrained as part of me was enchanted by my seductress cousin Amrita.
I got up from the chair and walked to the bathroom to check on Amrita. I knocked on the door and asked, "Ammu are you okay?" She replied that she was fine and it sounded like she was in the shower. I helped myself with another beer and sat down. I had turned off the music as I need some quite time. As I finished the third beer, Amrita came out of the bathroom and sat on the other side of the bed. "I need to shower too," I said as there was semen on my hand, on my penis and even on my cheek where Debasmita had slapped.
I stood in the shower stall silently as the water flowed through my body. I reflected on the events of the past few days. After the shower I dried up with the towel available and came out naked. I saw Ammu sitting on the bed naked. She was sobbing. "Oh great! Now I have to console her as well!", I thought. I sat beside her and held her by the shoulder and asked what the matter was.
"Sorry bhayya! You had a breakup because of me!", she said as she hugged me tight. Obviously she heard Debasmita shouting before leaving. I sighed. I didn't know what to say. I was aggrieved, she was aggrieved and both of us were naked. I also held her closely and said, "It's okay" to which she replied, "No, it's not okay. I am the reason for all this pain in your relationship." Some tear drops fell on my thighs and belly and a little bit fell on my penis.
Her being naked and hugging me with her boobs touching me and me having my hands around her waist caused me to slowly have an erection. As Ammu was sobbing, she started to notice my penis.
"Bhayya... you are hard again...", she said looking up.
I said, "Yeah I know... let it be".
"Don't you want to masturbate again?", she asked.
One masturbation resulted in my breakup. I didn't want to bother with another one. But Ammu said that I shouldn't waste an erection like that. She insisted on stroking my penis as a repentance to her being the cause of my breakup. I finally agreed.
I lied down in the bed and she sat beside me and started stroking my penis. "Relax...", she said. As I had ejaculated a few minutes ago, I knew it would take a while and that was a good thing. I lay there enjoying the strokes of my cute cousin Amrita.
"Ammu, do you want to know a secret?", I asked.
"I know.. you have masturbated thinking about me," she said with a smile as she bit her lips. I was curious and I listened as she explained.
"One day when you visited our house, you took too long in the bathroom. Mom and dad were out and I wanted to pee so badly, I came up to the bathroom and before knocking I heard some muffled sounds coming from inside. I was curious as to what you were doing so I looked through the keyhole. You were sitting on the toilet seat and you had my panty in your left hand. You were sniffing it while stroking your penis. I hadn't really seen a man masturbate before. So that was new. I saw you cum and smear your face with my panty as you came. I was quite turned on by what I saw," she told me the story.
"Oh.... alright. So did you ever masturbate thinking about me?" I was more curious.
"Yeah...." she replied shyly. "My boyfriend thinks that I only masturbate thinking about him. But that jerk doesn't know the half of it. However, more than masturbation I like the pleasure in the presence of a man. That's why I tolerate that idiot because he is quite good in bed," she said laughing.
I was feeling quite relieved and let her fiddle with my penis more. The key to a powerful orgasm is fully submitting to your partner. This is a lesson I learned over several years of sexual activity. So I completely forgot Debasmita and focused my moment only with Amrita. The rest of the world didn't exist.
It worked! In a few minutes I came so hard that my semen just thrust out of my penis like a water gun. It struck my face and even went over my head and struck the bed rail. Subsequent shots fell on my chest and belly and a lot of it was on her hand. She continued stroking until the last drop came out. She licked and cleaned her hand and then started licking my penis clean. Following that she licked my belly and chest and finally my face. Once she had consumed all my semen I knew that it was moral obligation to return the favor. I asked her to lie down.
She lied down with her legs bend and spread. I used my hand to push her thighs so that her pelvis raised a little more. I wanted to access both her pussy and asshole. She held her legs with her hand so that I had full access. I started kissing all around her nether region. With kisses on her lower thighs and her ass I teased around her pussy a little bit. I would kiss towards the pussy but deliberately avoid it and then move away. Sometimes I would come near it and blow a slight breeze and move way.
Every time she moaned, "mmmmm......."
After a while her moans started indicating signs of desperation. She was begging for me to attack the pussy. It was evident by the vaginal fluid oozing out and flowing towards her asshole. I took a sniff of her darling asshole. The potent aroma coming out of it was more than enough to make my dick hard again. I strongly believe that sex education classes should focus a lot more on a woman's ass. It's two awesome pieces of meat that is meant for pure pleasure.
Amrita was young but she was still a fully grown woman who had been dating for quite a while. Her current boyfriend was her fourth if I am not wrong. By the time she reached college, she was already an expert in sex. When it comes to sex I am a feminist. I believe that the gorgeous bodies of women deserve all the pleasure in the world. So I always go the extra mile to give them orgasms.
I slowly started licking her asshole. The vaginal fluid that flowed to the asshole tasted amazing. As I licked her asshole I started hearing moans again. My tongue played all around her wrinkled hole and she was really enjoying it.
I started working towards her pussy now with my first licks to the lower end of her labia. From the corner of my eye I saw her clutch the bedsheet. "Nice!" I thought. I ran my tongue on the outer rim of her labia before burying my mouth in her pussy and started sucking it like I would suck a mango to extract its juice. Here the ripe mango was my cute cousin's pussy. She was enjoying my sucking, clitoris nibbling and tongue fucking really well.
"Ummmm.... ummmmm... ummmm..... aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!", she screamed with sheer joy as her vagina exploded with pleasure! And I was not willing to stop. I wanted to give her multiple orgasms. And she came and came and came and came.... She even squirted a couple of times. And I drank every drop that came out of her sacred hole.
I finally decided it was time to move on and started kissing my way upwards. I tongue fucked her belly button a while and continued kissing up until I reached her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth while I played with the other. I squeezed both boobs and twisted the nipples giving her pleasure and pain at the same time.
Eventually I knew it was time for intercourse. I got on top of her and looked her in the eyes silently asking for consent. She also looked me in the eyes. There was a telepathic communication between us. She was ready.
As the tip of my penis touched her vagina, her lips parted and let out a soft moan. I slowly thrust my dick inside as I wanted to savor the moment. I paused after my penis was fully in. We were still staring at each other's eyes. It was the cosmic union of her feminine energy and my masculine energy. No force in the universe could separate us now.
I started pumping her in a normal pace and she liked it. Her vaginal muscles were stretching and contracting around my penis. She was indeed an expert! We cuddled and turned around in bed as I fucked her in both man on top and woman on top positions. As I had ejaculated twice, it was easy for me to stay on for long and she was having the time of her life.
As she was grinding on my dick she had another powerful orgasm and just collapsed on top of me. She laughed as she fell. I was regulating my orgasm until then. So I just let it go and had a powerful orgasm as well. I shot my load inside her pussy. We both hugged each other tightly side to side and I didn't pull out my penis. We just stayed like that.
After some time my penis lost its erection and it just slid out of her vagina automatically. She giggled and said, "Looks like your soldier wants to leave his battlefield". I laughed at her joke as well.
I sat leaning towards the bed rail with a pillow behind me. She also came up and held herself to me closely. I stroked her hair and planted a kiss on her lips. This was the first time I was kissing my cute cousin Amrita in the lips. We explored each other's mouths with our tongues and exchanged a lot of saliva.
After that we just stopped and lay there. We were both exhausted but satisfied. "I am sorry I didn't use a condom," I said. "That's okay bhayya. I will take a pill tomorrow morning. Also if you want condoms there are some in the bedside table draw. Compliments of the resort I guess," she said chuckling.
"I would like to tell you something," she continued.
"I am listening," I said.
"Of all the men I have had sex with, you have been the best. I never had this much powerful orgasms before. You are far better than even my boyfriend. Our little experiment today is prompting me to call him and breakup right away," she said.
I beamed with pride. But I cautioned her saying that it is better to meet with her boyfriend personally and breakup even though I strongly advised against it. An existing boyfriend was a perfect cover to sneak and fool around. Her parents i.e. my uncle and aunt wouldn't suspect a thing.
Then suddenly I remembered Debasmita. She was piss drunk and I wanted to check on her. I put on my robe and left the room after a quick wash.
Debasmita was not in the room. I went to the bar looking for her and someone told me that a woman had become really drunk and picked up a fight with someone. She then puked on the bar floor and she was taken to the medical quarters. I knew it was her and I went to get her from there.
With the help of a concierge I managed to take Debasmita back to the room and tucked her to bed. The staff member was impressed that I was concerned about my girlfriend.
The concierge was a quite experienced in the hotel business. A really fair lady and from the looks of it, she had a Turkish, Middle Eastern and Greek blood. She told me her name was Noa and that she was from Israel. My guess was right. She did look like a Greek goddess. I tipped her well and she left the room.
Anyway, I took a shower and got dressed and called Amrita's room. I told her that Debasmita was completely out and was sleeping and that I would like to have dinner with her. She agreed to come to the restaurant for dinner 30 minutes later.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Hot Hotel Fuck
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https://www.literotica.com/s/hot-hotel-fuck
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I imagined spending time at a hotel with you...as we get there, we can't keep our hands off each other... as the door shuts.. I hold you from behind, feeling your gorgeous body and your ass pressed up against my cock that's starting to throb...you tilt your head back and I kiss your neck and slowly and softly biting your neck....I'm still behind you as I start kissing you while your head is tilted back... sucking on your tongue... and kissing
You are so hot right now that you turn around and face me.. I immediately lift you up with your sun skirt and place you on the corner of the bed.. I don't waste anytime and pull your skirt up and use my teeth to pull your panties aside...you feel my hot tongue slowly lick on your clit... your juices are flowing right now as u feel my hot and wet tongue slide between your beautiful pussy lips...I move you so your head is backwards off the side of the bed... head tilted back... I pull my hard cock out with my hand and guide it into your mouth...between those hot lips of yours... my cock is so warm and throbbing as it goes between your lips.. I start by gently sliding in and out of your mouth... you are really getting into it so I slide my shaft faster and fuck your hot mouth...Im so fucking turned on, that it thrust into your hot mouth until my testicles touch your lips... I hear you slurping it and moaning... I thrust harder till you start gagging on my hard cock...
I can see your pussy dripping.. so I maneuver you around while I stand up near the corner of the bed... I slide all the way in your pussy all the way to my balls... you can feel my hot dick throbbing inside you as I fuck you slowly.......
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Vacation in Maui
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https://www.literotica.com/s/vacation-in-maui
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Erotic Couplings
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I thought it would be amazing to book a trip for my 55th birthday. So, I booked a trip to Maui.
First class airfare, stay at the Ritz Carlton and really treat Lisa and I to a wonderful vacation.
I checked in to the flight on the app and went upstairs to see how Lisa was coming with the packing. As I rounded the corner, I heard a slight moan and thought 'what the hell' and there she was, legs spread and the massive 10 inch vibrating dildo half in her pussy. She had one hand up looking at her phone and the other driving the dildo in and out of her soaking pussy. She was pumping it in and out at fever pace and didn't even notice I was there. Damn I wish I had brought my phone or had my camera available, what a sight.
As the moaning got louder and drowned out the sound of fucking on her phone, she pumped the dildo in and out even faster. Lisa's abs flexed and her back arched and she began to spray her juices all over the bed as she climaxed.
The funny thing is, Lisa accuses me of watching porn and jerking off, which I never do and here she is, legs spread wide a massive dildo pumping in and out of her wanting pussy and spraying, soaking the sheets. Then she noticed I was there and watching.
She quickly shut the phone off, pulled the dildo out and stared at me looking for a way to explain herself. I noticed her pussy was gaped open and fluids still pumping out of it as it flexed.
While I would actually find this pretty amazing, I was pissed. If you're going to and want to do such things, let me watch, let me know and invite me up, let me take part, it would be amazing. Instead, no invite was offered, and I was pissed. The day before we leave on a very high end, expensive vacation and you're watching porn and drilling your pussy with a toy I bought you and you never use in front of me. What the fuck?
As Lisa searched for an excuse my mind was racing for what to do next.
1) Do I pull out my cock and smile and walk up to her and make love to her, letting her know it's ok and I want her?
2) Do I pull out my cock and step up, flip her over and fuck the shit out of her gaping pussy?
3) Do I pull out my cock and step up, flip her over and fuck her ass hard and make her pay for not inviting me?
4) Do I pull out my cock and step up, and make her suck my cock, pushing it as far down her throat as I can?
No, being the pussy I am, I shook my head walked into the walk-in closet and started packing, never saying a word. She quickly put away her phone, the dildo and got dressed. Not another word was said. Yep, we have relationship issues.
Honestly, I don't know what the right call would have been. Yes, I could have done all those things and even more, but why was she upstairs on the day before we leave, me being excited about the trip and her upstairs slamming a giant 10-inch dildo into her pussy? And let's be clear. I'm six foot three and while I'm not 10 inches, I'm commensurate to my size and my cock is certainly larger than most, and I'm willing to do anything she would like to please her sexually. I take good care of her. We have and can do pretty much anything we want. I don't cheat, I don't watch porn, and I rarely jerk off. Mostly because I'm hoping she'll want to fuck and/or suck me off and I want to have plenty to fill her up.
She never sucks my cock. In fact, I think the last time she did was on a trip to Alaska. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Pretty much just the tip, sucked for about 20 seconds then stopped and stood up and walked away. She's actually never swallowed my cum or even made me cum by sucking me off. We've been together over 10 years.
One thing that I've not mentioned is that I think Lisa is Bi-Polar. Maybe even multiple personalities although neither of which has been diagnosed. Several times we start getting pretty crazy in bed or on our sex chair or somewhere and she just gets a look in her eye and stops, like a different person or something takes over. It's weird and I also believe it's because of past trauma. Her ex-husband was a sex addict (is) and would fuck her three times a day, presumably making her do all sorts of things and use every hole. In a way, I think he trained her over the 10 years they were married and that is partially why she will jackhammer her clit with her vibrator almost every night (thinking I don't know about it). Then he almost killed her with a disease, and she divorced him, finally realizing he was fucking everyone and anyone. Men, women, young men, her friends, anything.
Then she started dating another guy and through text messages I read she would ghost the guy then meet up with excuses and fuck the shit out of him, swallow his cum (which she said was 'yummy') then ghost, accuse him of cheating or whatever, then fuck him, ghost, then go out and let him finger her and make her cum in a movie theater, then ghost him, you get the picture. Inevitably the guy said screw this and found someone else before breaking it off with Lisa. More trauma.
I think Lisa is significantly damaged by all that. Then there is me. I was a late bloomer and had one girlfriend until college. My girlfriend in high school and I used to fuck all the time as it was new to me and fairly new to her. Her mom even caught us one time when I was balls deep in her daughter. We went to college together and on one occasion I decided to surprise her at her on campus apartment and that went way wrong. I walked in on her bouncing on top of some assholes cock saying, 'I'm going to go nuts', which was her saying for 'I'm cumming' or 'I'm going to cum'. Anyway, for me, this was my trauma and from then on, I decided I would fuck anything I could.
After putting on 30 pounds of muscle over the summer I was getting laid all the time, after college, nothing changed and then I met my ex-wife. She was sexual and we hit it off, got married within a year and that was that...but it wasn't. I continued fucking other women for the 19years we were married and inevitable it was the cause of my divorce.
Through counselling I realized what my trauma was and what I wanted to be, and it wasn't what I was at the time. Now, I'm a devoted spouse/partner, I still want sex all the time, but I am not willing to step out of my relationship. I love Lisa, want her every day, don't watch porn, don't pursue any other women and try to be the best partner I can be. Sure, I have my faults, and I've flirted (without any intention) and I work with a lot of women, but I have no desire for them and would never put myself in that situation again. Ever.
This is why walking in on Lisa with a 10-inch dildo pumping in and out of her squirting pussy bothers me. I think if I wasn't trying so hard I would have just chosen option one and crawled up on the bed, and made love, fucked, sucked, and done whatever we wanted. Instead, I was shocked and just shook my head. Not a great way to start a vacation.
Lisa put the dildo away, got up, put her clothes back on and came in and started to pack. Never saying a word, I didn't either. Yep, I know, that's pretty fucked up.
A bit more background: Lisa has no idea that I know how often she uses her 'back massager'. At one point I installed a camera in our room just to find out and it was almost daily. Again, I think she has a high sex drive from her ex-husband training her three times a day but damn. I quickly had over a hundred videos of her, what I call, jackhammering her clit into submission and on most of those occasions, I was downstairs watching a movie or listening to music or whatever. Many occasions I would log onto the app I had and watch her start, then sneak upstairs quietly and start to walk into the room and ruin her 'session'.
I know, also fucked up but why would she not just invite me up. I would even do that with her and help!
Then I decided that that was all negative and I removed the camera and decided whatever she was going to do was whatever she was going to do. But I do notice that pretty much nightly she goes up early and the next morning her 'back massager' has changed positions. Frustrating for a man who is willing to do pretty much anything with, to and for her.
Because of all that, I've pretty much given up trying to be intimate, asking for sex, asking for anything. Oh, she'll ask me to come up and 'fuck the shit out of her' when she's drunk. There have even been times when I've fucked her hard and about an hour later, still drunk, she wakes up and begs me to fuck her again, which of course I will and then again, an hour or two later. To the point she has a hard time walking the next day. Which is awesome, don't get me wrong, but I wish she would do that sober and really participate and enjoy it. It's like her alter ego takes over on those nights and it becomes like when we first met and she used to beg me to fuck her ass, pin her legs by her ears and fuck her hard or when she would straddle me and ride my cock, slamming down so hard that her spraying juices would platter all over us as she slammed down with passion, desire and wanting.
Suffice to say, yes we're fucked up but my desire is there and on occasion hers is too. That is why I still have hope.
We stood side by side packing for the trip and in about half an hour everything was ready, and we were headed back downstair, like nothing ever happened. About an hour later Lisa went upstairs to bed and I came up 20 minutes after. Yep, you guessed it I heard the sound of her 'back massager' as I entered the room. She quickly rolled over and pretended to be asleep.
The next morning, we were up early and headed to the airport, went through security had the seven hour flight and arrived in Maui. The flight was awesome by the way, flying first class is amazing when you are on such a long flight and you have your own 'pod'. The only thing that sucked was that because of that, Lisa and I were not close enough to try to fool around. I was hoping I'd be able to put a blanket over us and try to finger her and make her cum at 30,000 feet.
On the way to the hotel, we stopped at a local store and got gin, tequila, wine and snack foods to have in the room. We got to the resort, and it was amazing. I highly recommend it. As we unpacked our things, Lisa was very aloof and not connected with me. That night, and the next day was just like at home. No real connection to me, no affection, just standard Lisa. Then I woke up the third day because Lisa rolled over more erratic than normal. She flopped and bumped into me. She was still asleep but moaning slightly and her hips were moving.
Lisa has always told me that she gets horny at sea level so I'm thinking 'ok, here we go'. I put my hand on her lower abs, kind of on her hip and she moaned deeper. I slid my hand lower, and she raised her hips up to me. As my fingers slipped on either side of her pussy she moaned and her breathing pattern changed. I stroked up and down the outside of her lips and finally down just below her pussy, in between her pussy and ass then came up, pulling my finger in between the folds of her lips. She was soaked and I mean dripping soaked. My fingers were dripping from all her juice by just parting her pussy lips. Lisa was still sleeping but mumbled 'oh god, Jay, fuck me'. Without hesitation I slid two fingers into her soaked pussy and felt it tighten around them, I started slowly fingering her, in and out while curling my fingers up slightly to hit her g-spot. Within about 20 seconds Lisa came hard and was spraying her juices under the sheets and soaking the bed. She was still asleep. As I pulled my fingers out, with my other hand I grabbed Lisa's hand had put it on my rock hard shaft she moaned and simply said 'fuck yeah', as she stroked me.
You would think that I was a gymnast with how quickly and smoothly I propped myself up and got between Lisa's legs. Smooth and confident, I slid myself into her as her eyes fluttered open and her mouth opened with a deep gasp. 'Oh my god, I need this' was all she said, and I started to pump my manhood deep into her gushing pussy. She was so wet that even with my pumping in and out you could hear and feel the squish and splash of her juices. It had been a while and I knew I wouldn't last long, but she didn't either. Within a minute or two, Lisa was arching her back cumming hard and the bed was soaked. 'fuck me harder' she kept saying and I did, I pounded in her until I couldn't hold any longer and I pumped my seed into her pussy. As I pulled out and started to roll back to my side of the bed I looked down and her pussy was gaping open and pulsing almost like you see a fish breathing, like it is trying to suck in more. I figured what the hell, let's see what she'll do, so as I pulled out and dismounted, I slid three fingers into her cum filled hole. Lisa gasped and just pushed her hips into my hand. I started to finger her at a good pace and as Lisa began to cum I heard her say 'mmmmmmm...mmmmooorre'. So I slipped in a fourth finger. 'oh fuck yessss' Lisa moaned and I picked up my pace even more.
To be honest I was starting to wonder if she would be able to walk after this, I was pounding my four fingers into her extremely hard and fast and she loved it. With one final gasp, Lisa arched her back her cum sprayed out around my hand, pumping my seed that I had put in her out and she collapsed down on the bed.
Lisa never said a word about it after, and we went about our day.
As evening came up, we were back in the room, pouring some cocktails and sitting on our patio with the fire pit started. I had booked a suite that had an ocean and golf course view with a fire pit on the patio and it was very private. As we sat outside sipping our cocktails, I noticed Lisa shifting in her seat. Almost squirming a little. Again, I figured what the hell. I stood up, offered to make her another drink, which she accepted and I went into the room. When I came back out, I noticed Lisa arching her back, flexing a little and still squirming. She was wearing a comfortable set of baggy shorts she got for the trip and a tank top with no bra. As I came up behind her I put her drink in her hand and ran my hand into her top, cupping her tit and gave her nipple a light pinch. Lisa took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I took this as sign for all go and without hesitation came around her seat, kneeled down and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh. Lisa scooted to the edge of her seat, head back eyes closed and breathing very deep. I pulled her legs apart, leaned down and kissed her inner thigh as I made my way up to leg. As Lisa edged further toward me and to the edge of her seat, I quickly repositioned and pulled her shorts off. She had no underwear on. Her pussy was now staring straight at me dripping and slightly open, flexing once again. I love eating pussy and I didn't hesitate I dove right in, licking her lips, flicking her clit and slowly sucking. Lisa's juices started to flow; she was cumming. Not explosive like before but flowing, deep, relaxed and with a moan deeper than I'd ever heard before. I slid two fingers in and began to slowly rub her g spot. Spread my fingers, in, out, together, in, out, spread. Three fingers, in, out, spread. 'oh god' I heard Lisa say with the deep moan. So, I slipped in a fourth finger. Lisa spread her legs further and put her right leg on my shoulder and her left on the table next to her chair. She was wide open, and I began to pump my four fingers in her a bit faster, but not hard. As I did, I began to rub her clit with my thumb. Damn, she was soaked, and her pussy was pumping out fluid constantly.
I was so hard it almost hurt, but I wanted to make sure Lisa was getting what she wanted. I pumped my fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with my thumb, then it happened, my thumb slipped down, and her pussy swallowed my entire hand. I was still pumping my fingers into her and now my thumb was in the mix too. Her pussy flexed and it felt like is sucked me in and with that my hand was in up to my wrist. I was still pumping in and out and Lisa was moaning deep and breathing very deep breaths, hold it then exhaling and doing it again. I was shocked, this had never happened before, and I just continued pumping into her. Lisa arched her back and with one final and very loud moan I heard 'ohhhhhhhhgaaaawwwwddddd' and Lisa squirted juices around my hand. As I pulled out, she was convulsing and her juices sprayed about two feet and all over the patio tile.
Lisa's convulsing subsided and she dropped her legs to the floor. I stood up and again figured 'what the hell' I dropped my shorts and my cock sprung out right in Lisas face. Without hesitation she rotated in her chair and took my cock in her mouth. She started sucking hard and I mean hard, like wanting to suck my soul out through my cock. She pumped her head up and down swallowing my shaft and going deeper than I even knew she could. She sucked me down and as I started to cum, Lisa took my full cock and shaft over eight inched full down her throat. I pumped my cum deep into her and she swallowed every drop.
We both collapsed back into our chairs, neither of us with shorts on. No other words about the session were said, just normal conversation until we went into the room and to bed.
I woke up early the next morning and so did Lisa. She rolled to me, put her leg over me and just said 'I'm horny'. To tell you the truth, I was a little shocked after the night before and the session before that but I'm game. Without a word I pulled Lisa on top of me, she sat up with one leg forward in a squat position, on leg kind of kneeling and slid me into her oh so wet pussy. She started to slide up and down and quickly picked up the pace bouncing up and down, fast and hard, to which I matched with my thrusts upward. Within a couple minutes Lisa was cumming all over me, squirting, splashing down with each thrust and pounding herself into me. Of course, I couldn't hold it either and I pumped my seed into her.
One of the things Lisa decided she wanted to do was the drive on the 'road to Hana', which is almost three hours up a very winding road and three hours back. As we were headed up the road and were talking about the sites, about stopping on the way back to watch the surfers the general beauty, Lisa leaned over, kissed my neck and then went straight for my cock, she unzipped my pants pulled my cock out and started sucking. More passion than the night before, but with hunger too. She wasn't going as deep but sucking and working at it. What I will say is that blow jobs are amazing but for me, I last way longer. Lisa kept sucking my cock and wouldn't stop. The road was winding, and I was focusing on that too but she just kept sucking and moving up and down on my cock. At one point she looked up at me and as I briefly looked down and saw her beautiful eyes looking up, I exploded into her mouth and Lisa gulped down every bit of my load.
After a long day, Lisa and I were spent. We had fucked in the morning, she swallowed me on the drive, and we were now back in the room pouring a couple of cocktails. We had a couple and I went in to make a third. I felt like the other night was replaying but as I turned to head back out Lisa was coming in due to the rain that had started. She passed me on the way to the restroom, and I handed her her drink which she gulped down and asked me to make another, which I did, and as I turned, Lisa was coming out of the bathroom nude. Sexy naked Lisa. She grabbed the drink and sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, with her feet up on the ottoman at the end of the bed. Her pussy in full view, slightly open and dripping. 'How about you return the favor?'
Of course, I dropped to my knees and started to lick her pussy. Lisa leaned back on her elbows with her head back and started to relax, breathe deep and moan. As I licked and sucked her clit and pussy lips, I noted her pussy was flexing again and fluids flowing like before. This time I went for it. Starting with three fingers that just slid right in. In, out and curling I started pumping them into her. As I did, I continued to lick and suck on her clit and then Lisa pulled her legs up to the bed spreading herself wider and, in an instant, all four fingers and my thumb were inside Lisa's flexing pussy. She was dripping but not fully relaxed yet but it only took a few breaths and my entire hand slipped deep into Lisa, past my wrist. I was pumping into her firmly, but not hard and at a medium pace. She loved it and was moaning, cursing, and begging me for more so I kept pumping my hand and arm into her. Then, with one deep breath, Lisa moaned load and told me to pull out. I pulled my hand out of her pussy; she started rubbing her clit and she sprayed across the room. Again, another first.
As she calmed down, she sat up, looked at my hard cock in my shorts and rolled over onto her hands and knees, with her knees on the ottoman. Lisa looked back at me and said, 'I need you in my ass!'
I stood up, pulled my shorts off, releasing all of my manhood and stepped up. With all the cumming and juices Lisa had sprayed when on her back, she ass was well lubricated. I rubbed my cock on her pussy lips, and my cock was now dripping and I pressed it on her tight hole. 'ohhhhh...yesss' and with that and a moan, Lisa pushed back onto my cock. It took some pressure but as my cock breached her tight hole Lisa gasped and paused, she pushed back a little harder then pull slightly away, then pushed back. I leaned in a little pushing towards her and my cock slid into her ass halfway. Lisa kept moaning and saying 'oh gawwwd, yess' and pushing in then pulling away. I joined the motion pushing in when she did and pulling out as she pulled away. Within a few strokes, my cock was bottoming out and we were pumping hard. With each thrust, my pelvis would slap against her ass and Lisa would grunt. Her pussy was spitting out juices with each thrust and Lisa's grunts were getting loader and loader. Finally, as I was pounding into Lisa's ass using her hips as handles Lisa grunted moaned and her pussy sprayed her juices all over my legs as she came and I pumped my cum deep in her ass.
The next morning, we packed up and were headed out of the resort. As we walked, I noticed Lisa walking a little gingerly and I commented asking her if she was ok.
'I couldn't be any better, this is exactly what I needed, we should do trips like this more often.'
I was thinking to myself...um...yeah we should.
We arrived back home with little fan fare and within a day everything was back to the same. Lisa was using her vibrator every night, er, I'm sorry, her 'back massager' and not pushing, pursuing or showing any desire towards me at all. Like a completely different person had come home with me and had never even been on vacation being fucked, fisted and taken cum in every hole.
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