Author: admin

This is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her lesbian urges. Priya and Bell are home alone.

Part two of a girl’s adventures at Scheherazade Imaginaria.

I blinked against the harsh, midday mountain sun, feeling it hot and oppressive on my naked skin. The huge mirror two paces ahead, taller than I was and just as wide, its glass wavy and full of flaws, nevertheless revealed the hopelessness of my fate. Tied wrist, ankle and waist to the solid, intricately carved stone of the dragon arch around and above me, I was going nowhere. I strained against the thick hemp rope, knowing it was pointless but unable to stop myself. With nothing else I could do, I turned to examining myself in the mirror; my pale skin was glistening with sweat, my full, heavy breasts heaving with frightened breath, my bright blue eyes wide and darting. But somehow despite my fear—or perhaps because of it—my thick, pink nipples remained stubbornly erect, heat and moisture growing between my thighs. I tried to stop it, tried to think about anything else, but I had no more control over my body’s reaction to being bound than I did over my long, brushed out and beautiful blonde hair. ‘Must look your best!’ I’d been told. Well, they’d certainly arranged that, whatever I’d thought about it! Now, all I could do was wait.

A faint, echoing bellow from the air sent a shiver down my spine, and I twisted to look. There, high up behind me, was the small black dot, nearly lost in the glare of the sun. Moralyth the Red. She banked and wheeled as I watched, so incredibly graceful, dancing on currents of air. I used to love watching her swoop and swirl through the sky above our valley, so careless, so free! I would dance as I watched, arms outstretched like wings, twirling, twirling, until I fell laughing in the dirt. I’d often dreamt of being able to fly like that, to simply soar away from my troubles, untouchable, or to come crashing down, ferocious and strong, to defeat any who threatened me! It had made me feel so safe, knowing that no army could ever invade so long as we had our amazing, beautiful protector watching over our heads. But I’d been a child then, I hadn’t known the price our safety demanded. I hadn’t understood that one day, I would be the girl taken up the small, winding mountain path; that I would be the one left naked and helpless, bound to the arch!

That tiny black dot turned and suddenly dove, seemingly straight towards me, growing in my sight nearly as rapidly as the fear in my chest. I blinked rapidly, the image resolving into wide, deceptively fragile looking wings, glinting ruby red in the sunlight. A long, sinuous neck and tail appeared, bugling again, so much louder now! My eyes were wide, my heart hammering, the dragon coming straight towards me, closer, and closer! I gasped, wincing against the sudden blast of air as she back-winged to land, the earth shuddering under my feet with the impact of her massive, clawed hind legs, then again but lesser, as the front claws touched down as well. My jaw dropped wide… she was incredible! Larger even than I’d ever imagined, every scale like a brilliant jewel, blood-red rubies along her back, flanks, and limbs, lightening gradually to a shining gold down the center line of her chest. She shook her massive horned head, as large as my entire body, stretching and flapping her wings, folding and ranging them along her back. I met her eyes, golden and slit-pupiled in the brightness, like a cat; they were set wide but faced forwards—the binocular vision of a predator, not the peripheral vision of prey.

She stalked slowly up behind me, nostrils twitching as she snuffled my scent. Even from paces away I could feel the heat and moisture of her breath. I swallowed nervously, watching her long, forked tongue darting in and out of her mouth as she approached, gasping as it flicked along the curve of my pert, teenaged bottom, tasting my sweat. Still she moved closer, making me tremble as she rubbed her huge, hot muzzle through my hair, sniffing me. She nudged against my shoulders; at first I thought it was still just part of her smelling me, but she did it again and again, until I bowed myself forwards the way she seemed to want, my arms stretched out behind me by the ropes. Then she moved down, pressing her snout against the backs of my thighs, smelling my sex! I whimpered, terrified of what even one careless touch of a razor-sharp tooth could do to my most intimate place! Suddenly her hot, swirling tongue was bathing my lips, making me jerk against my restraints in surprise! Again and again she licked me, tasting my deceitful, mutinous pussy, so wet with involuntary arousal!

I moaned loudly as she entered me with her tongue; it was as thick as a man’s cock, but much, much longer, sinuous and flexible, exploring inside of me in a way no man ever could! She pushed in further, stretching me, filling me completely, so much that it hurt! My pitiful mewling served only to excite her, my cries and tears encouraging her to swirl harder and faster within me. I shuddered and gasped, the hot, wet meat of her tongue pressing hard inside my depths, over and over, causing the familiar, unavoidable feeling to build. My cries became sobs, the tears flowing hot and heavy down my cheeks. It wasn’t just the steadily increasing pain—it was the helplessness and humiliation, being forced to respond against my will! But I had no more control over my own body than I did over her questing, raping tongue. I began to pant, desperately trying to hold back, but the wave broke regardless; I screamed and howled into the air, thrashing against my restraints, my internal walls pulsing around her tongue, feeding her my succulent, creamy white nectar!

She withdrew slowly, leaving me gasping and spent, head hanging low. I almost didn’t see the shimmering haze in the mirror before me, but as I lifted my head my eyes went wide; the dragon was gone! I twisted at my waist to see directly with my eyes; no, not gone. She was still there, but different, transformed. She was almost a woman now, if a woman could be covered head to toe in fine, beautiful red and gold scales instead of skin, and have an enormous, rigid cock the size of my forearm between her thighs! I could hardly believe what I was seeing, but there was no doubt it was still her; those incredible, golden, slit-pupiled eyes in that severe, beautiful face left me no room for doubt. My eyes were bouncing up and down, unsure where to look. She was five feet at her shoulder, but her long, graceful neck brought her full height to nearly seven, seven and a half with her horns! Her breasts were even larger than mine, full, heavy, and round, her hips and thighs wide and thick, sculpted and muscular, as was her tail. She grinned wickedly, revealing gleaming sharp teeth as she stepped slowly closer to me again, the transformation having taken place around her center of mass.

Her hands, four-digited and strong, were hot on my ass, her sharp, curved nails pricking painfully at my skin as she squeezed until I trembled. She grabbed her cock, stroking herself as she rubbed against my lips. I screamed as she entered me, so much hotter, thicker and more rigid than her tongue had been, driving in fast and deep through my cum- and saliva-slickened tunnel, pounding hard against my final wall! I thrashed and fought, begged and sobbed, but there was nothing I could do as she began to fuck me, the thrusting of her thick, powerful thighs punishing my insides with unbelievable force, while her scales made me feel thousands upon thousands of pleasurable little bumps as she slid in and out! She moved her hands to my tits, mercilessly kneading them in her grasp; thank goodness her claws turned out to be retractable in this form, or she’d have literally torn them to pieces as she played! Her own were so incredibly hot and full on my back as she pulled me against her, her smooth, scaled flesh yielding and soft. I whimpered and cried, hers to do with as she wished, nothing but a fuck-toy for her amazing, incredible cock!

I started to build once more, and this time I could feel her doing the same, her grip tightening on my breasts, her breath coming faster and hotter on my neck! She began pounding me even harder still, huge, racking sobs of pain shaking me to my core, tears blurring my vision more than the flawed mirror ever could. I bawled against my unwanted release, convulsing in her arms, the huge, burning deluge of her pleasure erupting within me in the same moment! It took my breath away, so hot and wet, filling me up, flooding my vulnerable, fertile teenage womb! And yet still she continued to thrust, maintaining my peak, her cock pulsing rhythmically as she delivered more and more of her thick, potent seed! There was so much that soon there was nowhere left for it to go, and it came squirting out of me around the sides of her cock with every powerful thrust, running heavily down my thighs! Finally she withdrew, allowing me to ebb, collapsing limply in my restraints.

She started moving again and I weakly shook my head in dread, certain I could not possibly survive another round! It took me a moment to realize what she was doing, carefully slipping an extended claw between my wrist and my ropes, the razor-like sharpness effortlessly slicing me free. The other wrist, my waist, and my ankles all followed, and she set me gently down to the ground, leaving me staring up at her in confusion.

“You have pleased me greatly, my pet!” she purred, her voice throaty and seductive as she stroked her fingers through my hair, my eyes widening in shock! I hadn’t known that she could even speak, much less that she knew our language! No one had warned me about that! “You shall meet me here again next week—but do not trouble yourself with the binding this time, only bring plenty of rope! I shall tie you up myself, from now on.”

“Yes, Mistress Moralyth,” I submissively bowed my head, a hot, pleased blush mounting in my cheeks at her unexpected praise. She chuckled, playfully tousling my hair. I looked up to see her dashing away down the meadow, the shimmer of her transformation taking hold, her huge, powerful wings unfurling, beating once, twice, three times as she launched herself into the air!

I shook my head in awe, marvelling at her magnificence, laying myself down on the ground to watch her fly.

‘Love you, Daddy! Miss you!’ I thought quietly as I wrapped myself in my arms, for once not saying the words out loud. I gave it another minute staring up at the beautiful, retreating form of my dragon lover, waiting for my remaining tears to fade, then reached up to my visor to press the button, ending the scenario.

I allowed myself a little shiver of residual pleasure, then pushed myself to my hands and knees, hitting another button to display the actual room around me. I hated doing that, I’d much rather take it off entirely, but at the moment I didn’t trust myself to stand and walk, not with all the slippery, sticky cum-substitute I’d squirted—and was continuing to squirt, every time I moved!—all over the place underfoot. I crawled carefully into the shower room, only then taking off my visor and placing it in the special, retrofitted cleaning slot. This one was new, a prototype, with high-quality cameras inside to capture every nuance of my expressions during recording. The company had provided it to me free of charge, and I was being even more careful with this one than with the one I’d had to buy for myself!

I made my way into the shower, reaching up to adjust the knobs and sitting back against the wall, closing my eyes and letting the water pour down. ‘Dragon Sacrifice’ was now in serious contention to become my new favourite, but I was definitely not used to going twice in a row like that! Eventually I felt I could trust my legs again, standing up and starting the process of getting myself clean. That meant first scooping and squeezing out as much cum as I could, then detaching the shower head and giving myself a good, thorough wash. That still didn’t get all of it, not even close, but it at least took care of the big, thick gloops of the stuff, leaving the rest to trickle out slowly over the next couple of days as it finished breaking down. A thorough examination of myself was next, especially my breasts, but as expected I was doing fine. I hadn’t set the breast play as high as I normally did, since this was only my first time with the brand-new scenario and I hadn’t been sure how those nasty, sharp claws were going to feel on my sensitive flesh, but I made it a policy to always check myself out regardless, just to make sure.

I washed my hair, soaped and rinsed, then got out and dried off. It was still annoyingly cold outside, which meant I was restricted to my limited quantity of thick wool skirts; I was wearing my navy blue one this time, with one of my many white blouses, and my new red sweater. I stood in front of the mirror longer than normal, futzing with my hair, trying to get everything just right. The sweater was so unlike the ones I normally wore, so bright, and eye-catching… but I wanted to look good for Isla. It was silly, but it was true. I knew she wasn’t serious. She flirted, and all, but she was just my friend—she’d even made a point of telling me she wasn’t gay! Of course, I wasn’t either… though maybe I could have been, for her. I knew Daddy wouldn’t mind; he and I had watched girl-on-girl stuff together loads of times! If Isla and I ever got together, Daddy would have just thought it was hot, and wanted to join in! But I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Still, with the first check Danny had gotten for me, my pretty new red sweater had been the first thing I’d bought!

I still couldn’t believe the size of that check! And that was only my recording fee, too! At Danny’s recommendation, I’d let the S.I. people film me doing the ‘Ogre Captivity’ scenario, with the understanding that I would hold all the rights and they couldn’t use it for anything until we signed off on a deal. They’d been pretty stingy with our negotiations up until then, but once they’d seen for themselves what I could do, it was like they just couldn’t say no! A much, much more generous recording fee than they’d initially been offering, a percentage of gross sales, image and likeness rights to both the real-world and computer-generated versions of me, merchandising rights… And what, did Danny think S.I. was going to start making little ‘Elly Mae, Monster-Fucker!’ action figures for the kiddies to play with? But Danny had asked, and they’d agreed. That was the porn name I’d chosen, by the way, Elly Mae—just my first and middle names, because it had felt somehow dishonest to pick anything else. Truthfully, a lot of stuff Danny had negotiated for, I didn’t even fully understand what it meant. But I knew he’d done right by me, that was for sure! Just the pained grimace of the S.I. lawyers as they’d signed the contract had been enough to tell me that!

I finally admitted to myself that further mussing with my hair was only going to make it worse; I retrieved my new visor from the cleaner, stored it carefully in its case, and stepped out to see Isla.

“So?” she grinned, bouncing on her toes, virtually vibrating with excitement. “Did you like my surprise?”

“Of course!” I laughed, wryly shaking my head. “But how on earth did you substitute your voice for hers like that? I thought the system was designed specifically to prevent that kind of thing!”

“Oh, I didn’t!” she laughed. “That is her actual, official voice, now! I figured, with you going back and forth with the development guys, planning this one out together, I’d give them a call myself, and volunteer! It took some time, giving them all the possible lines that wanted her to have… and I’ll admit, it was a bit of a strain, making my voice all husky and sexy like that! But the only really hard part was convincing them to keep my secret. In the end, they wanted to see your honest reaction just as much as I did, so they went along with it!”

“And was it as good as you hoped?” I smirked. She’d gotten me good, that was for sure! I’d have to figure out some way to pay her back, for a surprise like that one!

“Oh! I, Uhhh…” she stammered, uncharacteristically shy, looking down at the counter. “I… didn’t watch, while you were doing it. You didn’t invite me to, so… Anyways, I thought maybe we could watch it together, now that you’re done? If you want to, that is.”

“Oh! Uhhh, yeah, I’d like that,” I smiled shyly. “Sorry… I meant to tell you that you could watch, if you wanted… I guess I just got so caught up in the excitement of it all, I forgot to actually say so. You can always watch me, if you want, from now on.”

“Cool,” she smiled. She was so freaking pretty when she blushed like that! “If you want to come around?”

I nodded, and stepped behind the counter as she fiddled with the new controls. The scenario rooms had always had cameras in them, of course, but those had been just for feeding positioning data into the computers without needing the clients to wear those annoying suits—not exactly ideal, when you were trying to have sex! The new ones, high quality for recording, had required several days to install, and were only in my one special booth. Well, not ‘mine’, really; other, normal clients could still use it too, but I’d started thinking of it that way.

“Okay, here we go,” Isla smiled, starting the video. It was so strange, watching myself like this, remembering what it had felt like as it was happening! “You can change the feeds, here, if you like,” she continued. “Whichever camera you want, you can jump straight to it, here. Or you can cycle through them, here.”

“You pick,” I shook my head, wrapping my arms around my waist and biting my lip. The good part hadn’t even started yet, I was just standing there being held by the fake ‘ropes’ the machines had created for me, my visor hiding my eyes. But already I could feel my pussy getting wet again, just thinking about what I knew was about to happen to me on the screen!

Isla rotated quickly through the options, and settled on the view from low and in front, slightly to the side; I agreed with her choice. She moved a little bit closer, just for a better view of the monitor, and I did the same, our arms brushing lightly as we watched. There was no visual of the dragon, of course, only the machines; the full dragon version wouldn’t be available until the boys at S.I. got their hands on the footage, and started doing their magic. She could have picked the feed from my visor, to see exactly what I had, but then she wouldn’t have been looking at me. Not unless I had been looking at myself, that is, which I knew I normally hadn’t been. I liked that she wanted to see me, not the dragon; she hadn’t even bothered trying for a split-screen, wanting to see me as large and clearly as possible!

The machine doing the part of the dragon’s huge, wiggling tongue finally found its way between my lips, and I had to focus not to let myself rub my thighs together as I remembered. Isla gasped as she watched it happening, that long, squirming appendage forcing itself so deeply up inside me! She moved a little closer again, her arm going around my back, her fingers gently brushing mine at the side of my waist. My breath caught in my chest… I stroked her fingers, just a little. She stroked back. I stroked a little more. She paused a moment… then stepped fully behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist! I put mine on top of hers, caressing her arms the same as she was suddenly caressing my belly. She leaned down, kissing my hair just above my ear, her hand reaching up to softly cup my breast.

I gasped, trembling, trying not to let myself close my eyes. “Ummm… I thought you told me you weren’t gay?” It was getting late, but the shop was still open, someone could walk in any second! But with Isla’s hand on my breast, I just didn’t care!

“I’m not,” she breathed, her lips lowering to my ear, nibbling gently. “but I never claimed I wasn’t a little bit bi.”

“Oh,” I said, swallowing nervously.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, the mere heat of her words on my skin nearly making me go weak at my knees. I couldn’t respond, couldn’t make myself say the words… but I slowly shook my head. “Good,” she replied, squeezing me tighter, licking slowly, lasciviously up the back of my ear, making me moan. Her other hand went lower, going for my skirt.

“Not there,” I said, grasping her wrist and shaking my head, blushing brilliantly. How could I explain? “Not… not yet. I have a tampon in, to catch the mess.” That wasn’t the full truth, but it wasn’t a lie. It was the best I could make myself do.

“Okay,” she agreed without complaint, slipping her hand in under my sweater and blouse instead, caressing the skin of my belly. She felt so, so good…

We watched the entire thing, Isla gasping and trembling behind me, hardly able to believe the incredible abuse I’d allowed myself to take, kissing and murmuring comfortingly into the side of my neck as she fondled my belly and breast.

“Moralyth?” she asked as we finally reached the end. “Is that her name? I don’t remember reading that anywhere, in the documentation for this one.”

“It, uhh… It’s not, not really. I…” I blushed, unsure how to explain. “I… make up stories for myself. The scenarios aren’t just about what’s actually happening in them, for me. I try to put myself there, give myself a backstory—history, family… whatever. For Moralyth… Moralyth the Red, I call her… I imagine that as a little girl, I used to watch her flying, dreaming of what it would be like. And I was so grateful that she protected our valley, keeping me and my family safe. I had no idea that one day, I would be chosen to be sacrificed to her, in exchange for her continued protection…” I hung my head. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s just dumb! I just… I do anything I can, to make it more real for me inside my own head.”

“I don’t think that’s dumb,” she whispered, squeezing me tighter in her arms. “I think that explains why you were so amazing! You were hardly even ‘acting’ at all… it was like you were really there, as it was happening!”

“You really think I did good?” I asked. “You’re not just saying that?”

“You were phenomenal, Elly!” she purred. “I have never seen anything so hot in my entire life!”

I giggled shyly, squirming happily as she kissed my neck again.

“Come back to my place, tonight?” she whispered, and I could barely even hear her over the hammering of my heart!

“Okay,” I breathlessly agreed.

I helped her close down and lock up, and if we were still ten minutes before official closing time neither of us cared. It was freezing out there anyways, no one was going to come in.

“We’ll need to pick up take-out on the way home, I’m afraid,” she said as we were stepping out the door, each of us so bundled up we could barely see each other. She linked our arms together as we walked, and suddenly I was even more grateful for my scarf, so she wouldn’t see the huge, goofy smile on my face! She lived in the opposite direction from me, it seemed. “Do you want pizza? Or maybe K.F.C.? There’s a good Chinese place, just a little out of the way.”

“The grocery store’s still open,” I countered. “Why don’t I cook for you tonight, instead?”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that…” she shook her head.

“You didn’t ask, I offered,” I smiled, bonking my head on her shoulder. She was so much taller than me, I could do that easily. “I like cooking. I used to cook all the time, for Daddy and me!” The breath stuttered in my chest a little, as it always did when I caught myself thinking about him unprepared, but I carried on. “It isn’t the same, just cooking for myself. It would be nice, having somebody to cook for again.”

“Well, if you’re really sure,” she agreed, and we took the turn towards the store.

“Do you have any allergies, or anything you really don’t like?” I asked, running through my recipes in my head. I didn’t have my books, so it would have to be something I could do on the fly, preferably something quick.

“Not unless you count cats,” she chuckled. “I like them just fine, but they turn me into a stuffy pink blob if I let them touch me.”

“No cats, then, I’ll keep that in mind,” I laughed. “Do you like beef Stroganov?”

“Ummm… is it bad if I admit I don’t actually know what that is?” she sheepishly asked. “I’ve heard the name, but I’m not sure I’ve ever had it. I’m afraid I’m not much of a cook.”

“Well, that settles it then!” I laughed. “It is getting a little late though, so I’ll just do a quick and easy version, tonight. But I promise you’ll love it! Cook or not, can I assume you at least have a can opener, a frying pan, and a pot with a lid?” She assured me she did. “Okay, good. Now, normally you do Stroganov with noodles, but I like mine with rice…” We spent the rest of the walk with me telling her about the various options, as a distraction from the cold. From the way she was talking I figured I’d better not assume that she had anything at all in her kitchen, so once we were inside I picked up a bag of white rice, two cans of Campbell’s mushroom soup, hamburger, a bag of frozen peas, a can of corn, and a red bell pepper. Extra spices, I figured we could do without; the soup would be good enough on its own. Everything was fine, until I tried to pay.

“Forget it!” she was adamant, gently hip-checking me out of the way and handing over her card instead. “You’re already cooking for me tonight, I’m not letting you buy me groceries, too!”

“It’s no big deal,” I tried to tell her. “After the paycheck I just earned thanks to you and your brother? A few groceries is the least I can do to pay you back!”

“Not! Happening!” she insisted, and when I kept trying to speak, she kissed me straight on my lips to shut me up, right there in the middle of the check-out aisle! I think my brain shifted back into gear right around the time we were climbing the steps up to her apartment.

Her place was much like mine, I saw; tiny kitchen, tiny living room, tiny bedroom visible through the open door at the back. Tiny everything, really. But unlike me, Isla was a slob! That wasn’t fair, actually—there was no actual dirt, or any mess at all, as far as I could see, aside from clothes strewn over every available surface. It was actually kind of reassuring, in a way; if she lived like this, it meant she hadn’t had anyone else over to her place in quite some time!

I took Isla’s bag of groceries from her and headed straight for the kitchen. And, perhaps being a little paranoid, I first checked the oven. There actually weren’t any bras or panties hiding inside, though from the rest of the place I wouldn’t have been overly surprised if there had been. Somewhat reassured, I started hunting for pots, pans, and utensils; something told me it would be easier and faster to find them myself than to ask her where they were.

“What can I do to help?” she asked, standing adorably at the entrance to the kitchen like there was a forcefield in her path.

“Nothing!” I smiled, standing up from my foray into her cupboards, victoriously brandishing the pot and matching lid I’d just found! “I said I wanted to cook for you, and I meant it! I’ll teach you how to make this some other time, if you want—it’ll give me an excuse to come over and do this again!”

“You don’t need an excuse,” she said, uncharacteristically shyly. And that, I decided, required a kiss.

“Well, if you really don’t need my help…” she murmured against my lips, softly caressing my hips. “Do you mind if I go take a quick shower? You smell like lilacs, after yours, and I had a twelve hour shift today; I smell like ass!”

“You don’t, actually!” I laughed, kissing her again. “You just smell like you, which I like! But go ahead. It’ll be ready in fifteen, twenty minutes, tops.”

I sent her on her way and got to work, setting the rice to cooking and the hamburger to browning, finding another, smaller pot to boil some peas and tossing the rest in her freezer, draining the corn, then going hunting again until I found a chopping board and a knife that wasn’t dull as a spoon, cutting up the pepper. I was making way more than the two of us could possibly eat-but I was going to leave the rest in her fridge, lunches for her to nuke for the next few days. I even found some Tupperware, way in the back of a cupboard, and after a very thorough scrubbing at the sink I was willing to declare it fit for human use. By then the hamburger was ready, and the soup went straight in. I waited for it to warm up a bit, turning nicely liquid, before I drained the peas and added the veggies too. I even had time to clear some room on her couch, to give us someplace to eat; she didn’t have a proper table or chairs, only the one gaming chair in front of her computer, but we could make it work. I felt like such a creep, doing a sniff test on her panties to make sure they were actually clean before I stacked them in a pile… but she was still in the shower, and how else was I supposed to know? I returned to the kitchen, stirring the pan, peeking in on the rice; not much longer, now. It felt good, having someone to take care of again. Not like Daddy… but nice.

“Perfect timing!” I announced as she reappeared, her short black hair adorably messy and damp, wearing nothing but a temptingly thin sleepshirt and cute tight pink panties, nearly making me trip! “Eat at the coffee table?” I suggested, handing her her plate. I picked up mine and followed her, sitting down and closing my eyes for just a silent little prayer. I didn’t want to draw attention to it, and I don’t think Isla even noticed, but I couldn’t eat without a prayer; Daddy wouldn’t approve.

“Oh, wow…” she exclaimed around her first bite, her eyes going wide.

“I take it that means you approve?” I giggled, tasting a bite of my own. It wasn’t bad, but far from my best—maybe I should have picked up some spices after all… but I hadn’t wanted to buy her an entire spice rack, and there was no way I was going to trust anything I found in that museum display she called a kitchen!

“Um hum!” she nodded vigorously, barely swallowing before taking another bite. We ate mostly in silence, other than Isla’s occasional wordless sounds of appreciation. I was just trying not to giggle the entire time watching her eat, but I was so happy she liked it! Then we finished and walked back into the kitchen together, and she saw how much was still left on the stove.

“How much did you make?” she gasped.

“Enough for you to have lunches for the next few days, at least,” I giggled again, unable to hold back any longer now that she’d seen. Take that for a surprise, missy! “I even found some Tupperware for you to use, so you can take it to work with you if you want. I was just waiting for it to cool down some first, before I put the rest away.”

She gawped for a moment, then stole my plate and fork and dropped them with hers in the sink, kissing me deeply, grabbing me by my ass and lifting me into the air, making me squeak! But although she was bigger than me, she wasn’t that much bigger, and she was still a girl—she could only hold me up for a couple of seconds before she had to let me back down again.

“You realize, if I let you keep feeding me like this, you’re going to make me fat!” she teased, staring into my eyes and stroking her fingers through my hair. I knew it was just a joke, but the idea that she was already thinking this might become a regular thing made me smile. “I’m going to be expecting your help working off the calories, after I finish the dishes!”

“I think I can help with that,” I giggled, stretching up for another quick peck on her lips. “But we are doing the dishes,” I stressed. “I know, I know, I can already tell you’re about to say that I cooked, so you can clean. You can wash, if you like; I’ll dry. And you can’t fight me on it, because it means we’ll be done sooner!”

“Deal,” she said, failing to fight off a grin. I let her get started while I dealt with the food, pouring the rest of the sauce in with the rice, giving it a good stir to mix it all up, then putting the lid back on the pot and tucking it away in her fridge. We were done in hardly any time at all, and she kissed me again, taking me by the hand and leading me back to her bedroom. The bed had only a small mountain of clothes on it, all on one side where she clearly didn’t sleep. She picked them up, quickly clearing a section of floor with her foot and dropping them down. We kissed again, still standing, feeling each other up, and she started undoing the buttons of my sweater. I moved my hands to her hips so I wouldn’t get too carried away, caressing her through her shirt; I wanted to strip it off right away, but I was still wearing so many more clothes than her, it wouldn’t be fair until I caught up. Sweater, blouse, skirt… then finally it was time I could take off her shirt, revealing her amazing, perky and braless boobs. She reached behind me, undoing my bra and letting it slide to the floor.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…” she sighed into my lips, taking me into her hands, gently starting to squeeze and play. “You have no idea how much I both loved and dreaded any time you said you wanted more breast play in a sim… getting to see you, and even touch you a little, but having to force myself to be so freaking professional while I was doing it!”

“Well, you don’t have to be professional any more!” I giggled, moaning happily at her touch. She guided me up onto her bed, laying me down on my back, snuggling up against my side with my arm wrapped around her back, her upper leg thrown on top of mine. She bent to my breast, sucking my nipple firmly into her mouth, making me moan.

“You have to tell me, if anything I do starts to hurt,” she murmured into the flesh of my breast. “I don’t know what it’s like, being so bruised up like this, so you have to tell me.”

“Hurting isn’t always a bad thing, for me,” I blushed, bending to kiss her hair, rubbing my hand up and down her slender, sexy back. “But… I promise to say if you hurt me in a way I don’t like.”

“Good enough, I suppose,” she chuckled, returning to her task, her hand running across to my other breast, squeezing and playing as she sucked. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the sensation of what she was doing. She was being so soft, so gentle, so completely different from the kind of breast play I experienced at S.I.! It felt amazing, and I never wanted it to stop! I was so lost in the enjoyment of it, I almost didn’t notice when she took her hand from my breast, and started sliding it down towards my panties.

“Wait, I told you…” I grabbed her wrist to stop her, nervously biting my lip.

“It’s okay,” she murmured around my nipple. “I can put a towel down first, if you want, but I’m not worried about a bit of mess. I want to touch you!”

“I…” I winced my eyes closed. I couldn’t tell her, I just couldn’t! Not everything! But… she deserved an explanation, as much of one as I could give. “I can’t cum from it.”

“No?” she asked, lifting her head from my breast in obvious surprise, but a wicked little glint appeared in her eyes, like she thought I’d just offered her a challenge or something. “Not ever? I’ve been told I’m pretty good, you know…”

I bit my lip, shaking my head. “Not ever…” I admitted. “Not… not anymore.”

“Anymore?” she tilted her head, asking for an explanation I just couldn’t give.

“I…” I looked away, shaking my head. “I can only cum when it hurts,” I told her, wincing my eyes closed in regret and shame. “Only when I’m getting punished, the way I deserve.”

“Oh, sweetie…” she cooed, taking her hand from my grasp, moving it up to softly stroke my cheek, guiding me into looking at her again, the concern clear in her eyes. “What could you ever, ever have done that makes you think you deserve to be punished?”

“I…” I tried to begin, but the words just wouldn’t come, my lower lip trembling, the tears welling in my eyes. “Daddy… my Daddy…” I closed my eyes again, the tears starting to fall. “My Daddy’s dead, because of me!” I sobbed, the tears bursting free, tumbling down my cheeks.

“Oh, Elly!” Isla gasped, slipping out from my arm, and I wrapped it around my belly, holding myself tight. She moved quickly up the bed, slipping her arm under my neck, pulling me tight, and I clutched my arm around her back, holding on for dear life. My sobs grew and grew and grew; huge, racking things, shaking my entire body as she held me tight to her breast, cooing to me and stroking my hair and back. I cried and cried, it must have been for over an hour, and still she just held me tight, letting it happen.

“I’m really sorry about this,” I told her as my tears finally started to wane, wiping the last few from my cheeks, ashamed for what I’d just done, but grateful beyond words for the way she’d held me through it. “You shouldn’t have to deal with all… this!”

“It’s okay,” she said, still softly stroking my hair, gently kissing my head. “I don’t mind.” She paused for a moment, and I could tell she was wrestling with what she wanted to ask. “Do you want to tell me about it?”

“I…” I did, I really, really did! But I just couldn’t. “I can’t. Not… not all of it.”

“That’s okay,” she said, kissing my hair again. “You can tell me as much, or as little, as you feel comfortable with. Whatever you need.”

I nodded my head, so incredibly grateful. I wanted to tell her… maybe just a little. No details, but maybe I could tell her a little. “I… I made a mistake,” I whispered into her chest. “I didn’t mean to, but I did. And they took him away. He… he died in prison, because of me. They wouldn’t let me see him, or talk to him… they wouldn’t even give him my letters. I never got a chance to tell him how sorry I was, how much I loved him, how much I knew he loved me. How I knew he’d never done anything wrong… that I loved him so much, and I’d always wanted everything he’d ever done to me! I… I needed him to know I never meant to do it, that I knew it was all my fault… But I never got a chance to tell him, and now he’s dead, and I’ll never be able to tell him how sorry I am. How much I love him, and miss him, every single day!”

“Oh, sweetie—”

“Don’t, okay?” I interrupted her, wiping away another tear. “I know, I do, but… Just… whatever you were about to say. I… I just can’t. I can’t have you be sorry for me for stuff I don’t even regret. I… You can be sorry they took him away from me, and that he’s dead, and I didn’t get to tell him how I felt, and to say goodbye. But I can’t have you be sorry for… anything else. I just can’t, okay? I’m sorry, but I just can’t.”

It took her a minute, and I could tell she wanted to say more, but she did as I’d asked. “I’m sorry you lost him, Elly. So, so, sorry!”

I tensed, but relaxed when she didn’t say anything else. “Thank you,” I whispered back, on multiple levels.

“You’re wrong though, about one thing,” she murmured, still kissing and stroking my hair. “He knew. I can absolutely guarantee you, he knew how much you loved him. You and I barely know each other… we’re on our first date—assuming this even counts as a date!—and already you’ve cooked for me, made me extra to take to work… you found and cleaned Tupperware I didn’t even know I had, for crying out loud! There is no chance on earth, you being the person you are, that he didn’t know exactly how much you loved him, I can promise you that!”

“Thank… thank you!” I trembled, and the tears started right back up again like they’d never stopped. How was she being so patient with me? She hadn’t signed up to bring some sad, crying girl back to her apartment! But she just held me close and murmured that it was okay, that I was okay. I wasn’t so sure about that… but it made me feel better anyways.

When my tears finally stopped for the second time, I wanted to thank her again, properly. I started kissing her between her breasts, softly tracing her tattoo. It was silly of me, I knew better, but somehow I kept thinking I should be able to feel the lines against my lips. I moved slowly to her breast, so perfect and firm and round. Her nipples were tiny little things, but seemed no less sensitive than mine from the way she moaned as I took one between my lips. She held me tighter with the arm I was resting my head on, her other hand moving around from my back and starting to play with my breast again. And… just because I knew she couldn’t make me cum, didn’t mean I couldn’t make her! I slid my hand from her back to her hip, then slowly down, carefully making my way inside those absolutely adorable little pink panties of hers! She moaned happily as I took her within my palm—she was so hot, her inner lips already wet to my touch! I was nervous, my first time ever touching another girl… but I told myself I knew what to do. Just because I couldn’t cum from it anymore, didn’t mean I didn’t like how it felt; I’d just have to trust the same things I liked would work on her, too, so I gently started to rub. She was shaved, like me—probably just now in the shower, I thought, which explained why she’d been in there so long. Her lips were much smaller, just cute little flaps that felt like they were barely there at all, instead of thick, meaty ones like mine. I liked them, a lot! I rubbed a little harder, a little faster, softly teasing between her lips with my middle finger. And when she started gasping, pinching and pulling on my nipple, I entered her for real. She trembled a little, letting out the cutest little gasp of pleasure as I started gently thrusting in and out. As much as I wanted to speed up, I forced myself to go slow. When she started rocking her hips, I took that as a sign to add my ring finger as well, curling softly forward, finding the soft, pulpy flesh of her g-spot. She moaned, lifting her leg and wrapping it over and behind my own, rapidly rocking herself onto my hand. Then I could speed up, going as fast as I could, listening to her breath quickening, feeling the tightening of her grip on my breast. She squealed, twitching uncontrollably, her hot, wet walls clenching around my fingers. I gave her everything I had, the muscles of my wrist starting to cramp, but only as she started to ebb did I allow myself to gradually slow down, pulling out. She was pretty out of it right then, and I just couldn’t stop myself from bringing my fingers to my mouth, guiltily exploring her taste, so creamy and delicious!

“Does it still feel good?” she asked, and I glanced up into her eyes, caught with my fingers still in my mouth! I guess she hadn’t been quite as out of it as I’d thought!

“Does what feel good?” I yanked my fingers out of my mouth, blushing and mumbling. She didn’t seem to mind what she’d just seen me doing, smiling and stroking her fingers through my hair, but I was still too lost in my own embarrassment to follow her meaning.

“I know you said you can’t cum from it…” she continued. “But does it still feel good, being touched down there? I’d really like to try, if you’ll let me.”

“Ummm…” I bit my lip, glancing away. “Yeah, it does. But are you sure you want to? It really is a mess in there right now, believe me!”

“I don’t mind. That’s why God invented towels, extra changes of sheets, and post-sex showers!” she exclaimed, making me giggle. “Besides, I told you I’m bi, remember? I doubt the fake stuff could possibly taste any worse than some of the real stuff I’ve had to swallow!”

“Okay,” my blush intensified. She wanted to use her mouth on me? Goodness! “But… I need a minute first, to take my tampon out. And we definitely need to put down a towel!”

“I’ll wait,” she smiled, softly kissing my lips. “The bathroom’s just out the door on your right, clean towels on the shelf. Bring one with you when you come back.”

“Okay,” I repeated, pushing myself up and fighting like heck not to let myself run away from her like a frightened little mouse! I closed the door of the bathroom behind me, doing what was needed and discarding it in the bin, then standing at the sink and using my hand to give myself another quick little wash. She may have claimed to be okay with the taste, but I was in no mood to test that any more than I had to! I grabbed a towel, patting myself dry with the corner, debating whether to put my panties back on or not. There didn’t seem to be much point… and my plain, boring white ones weren’t nearly as sexy as those cute little pink ones she was wearing! The cheater! I bet the ones she’d been wearing at work hadn’t been nearly as nice, but she’d gotten the chance to change after her shower! I looked around, and decided to hang them on her towel rack, where they would have plenty of company. I went back to join her again, spreading out the towel and laying right back down where I’d been.

I think she must have been able to tell how nervous I was, because she started again with soft, slow kisses on my mouth, gently fondling my breast. Only once she’d gotten me to relax again did she start slowly working her way down my body with her hand, and only after she’d had her fingers inside me for several minutes did she leave my lips and start following her way down with her mouth. I moaned happily as she finally reached her goal, eagerly opening my thighs for her as she moved herself into place, tracing up and down my lips with slow, soft kisses, slipping her hands in underneath me to cup and squeeze my butt! She was so, so beautiful, her big, radiant green eyes staring straight up into mine as she licked between my lips! I wrestled her pillow behind my neck, to help me see, gently stroking my fingers through her short, soft black hair.

“Will you play with your breasts for me?” She murmured, and she looked so hopeful and shy making her request, how could I possibly refuse? I bit my lip and nodded, but for that I needed to move; I scooted back, propping myself at about forty-five degrees against the wall at the head of her bed, her pillow behind my back. She followed along, licking her lips, barely able to wait for me to get into place before she was licking me again. I did like she’d asked, lifting and squeezing, jiggling and playing. My hands weren’t strong enough to do it the way I really liked, like in the scenario room, but this was more about showing off my breasts for her than it was about pleasing myself. She seemed to enjoy what she was seeing, her eyes excited and bright, moaning nearly as loudly as I was at what she was doing to me between my thighs!

She tried all sorts of different things on me; licking, sucking, nibbling, and using her fingers as well. Every bit of it felt incredible, but as I’d known would be the case, it just wasn’t enough. She was amazingly persistent, but eventually even she had to admit that her tongue just couldn’t take it anymore, and she needed a break.

“You really weren’t kidding, hunh?” she asked, climbing back up the bed as I scooted back down to my back. She kissed me softly, my taste light and strangely enjoyable on her lips, as she pulled me back into her arms. “I was really giving you my A-game there, trying every trick I know… and it just didn’t work!”

“I’m sorry…” I bit my lip in shame. “I tried to warn you…”

“Shhh… none of that!” she kissed me again, comfortingly stroking my hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for! Not one single solitary thing! You still enjoyed it, right? I could tell you did, so tell me!”

“Of course I did!” I smiled shyly. “You were incredible, really! I just… I can’t.”

“And I officially believe you now!” she laughed, squeezing me tighter in her arms, and it was so infectious I had to let out a shy little giggle of my own. “I admit, I had my doubts—my pride wouldn’t let me accept what you were saying until I’d tried for myself! But, now we both know for sure; at least for right now, with your head in the space it’s in, you can’t cum from me playing with you and going down on you. So, okay. So what? I still enjoy doing it, you still enjoy having it done to you. Who cares if I can’t quite manage to finish you off, the way I wish I could? I’m sure as hell not going to stop doing it, just because of that!”

“You’re not?” I asked, hopeful but still riddled with guilt that I couldn’t give her the response she wanted.

“Not on your life!” she laughed again, vigorously shaking her head. “And who knows… maybe somewhere down the road, you’ll find yourself in a different headspace, and we’ll both get a wonderful surprise! Until then… I’ll just have to be happy with helping you tweak your scenarios at S.I., to make sure you get the best possible orgasms there, if I can’t give them to you here!”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, her words just having made me realize, and I started to giggle.

“What?” she quirked her head in confusion. “What is it?”

“Just a random thought,” I smiled, shaking my head. “What you said—we got so caught up in watching my video together tonight, I didn’t even think to make any adjustments for next time!”

“So we did!” she laughed too, kissing me again. I bit my lip, thinking… and pushed her to her back.

“My turn!” I giggled as I rolled myself up on top of her, starting with kisses and quickly working my way down. Admittedly, I wasn’t nearly as patient as she had been. But as I pulled off her cute little pink panties and tossed them aside, and she opened her legs for me, eagerly licking and biting her lip… she sure didn’t seem to mind! She was as tiny and delicate looking as she’d felt like with my hand, flushed a lovely, beautiful shade of pink as I bent down for my first kiss. I was glad she’d gone first, regardless of whether she’d been able to make me cum; this way, from what she’d done to me I had some idea of what she probably liked herself! I started with kisses and licks, up and down, and swirling little circles around her tiny, cute little clit, just barely poking out at me from under her hood. Already that had her moaning happily, running her fingers into my hair and pulling me tight against her lips. So I figured, why mess with what works? I filed the rest of the things she’d done to me into the back of my mind to try some other time, and just concentrated on what I was already doing. The only other thing I did was to slip my hands in under her cute little round butt, giving her a nice, tight squeeze, just like she’d done to me!

It didn’t take her long, even less than when I’d used my hand, before she was squealing into the night, kicking and thrashing, trying to push me away. I wouldn’t let her, not until her orgasm faded completely, but when she kept pushing after that I let her succeed.

“I can keep going,” I offered, greedily licking my lips of the creamy white gift she’d just given me. “My tongue’s not too tired, yet.”

“Not unless you want me kneeing you in your ear, you can’t!” she shook her head, laughing tiredly. “I get really, really sensitive after I cum… you either need to give me time to recover in between, or you need to tie me down to the bed first, if you want to try giving me multiples!”

“I will keep that option in mind!” I promised, giggling happily as I crawled back up the bed for more kisses.

“Join me for a shower?” she eventually asked, as the frenzy of our kisses gradually slowed into cuddles. We were both a little sticky, but not unpleasantly so, not enough that either of us really needed another shower. But there was no way on earth I was turning down the opportunity to get all hot, wet, and soapy with her under the spray! She took me by my hand, smiling adorably as she led the way.

“Uhhh… sorry,” she said as she grabbed her toothbrush from her holder. “I don’t have a spare—I should have been thinking, and picked one up for you when we were shopping. You can use mine, if you want?”

My initial reaction was revulsion… but how much sense did that make? I’d just had my entire tongue in her mouth, and hers in mine, not to mention other things. If sharing her toothbrush was the price of minty-fresh kisses for the rest of the night, it was one I could pay. I agreed, cuddling up behind her at the sink with my arms around her waist as she brushed, then she did the same to me. We took turns going pee, then climbed into the shower. She liked it just as hot as I did, I was happy to find out, and we washed and squirmed together happily, laughing like fools. She even let me pin her up against the tile and use my fingers on her again, moaning into my mouth as we kissed! We regretfully got out and dried each other off, and I darted naked out to my bag in the living room to grab a new tampon, then back to put my panties on again. Isla didn’t bother, for which I was grateful, but she wasn’t the one who still had a pool of fake cum in her womb waiting to ooze out of her during the night! I helped her change her sheets, again not really needed, then we cuddled up close, kissing soft and slow until it was time to actually fall asleep and she turned out her light. I snuggled down further, my face pressed comfortably between her small, warm breasts, softly kissing her chest as she did the same in my hair.

I silently thought my nightly prayers, for Daddy to be safe and happy in heaven until it was time for me to be with him again… the only thing I asked for myself was to not let me screw this up!

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making pizza has its sensual rewards

This story is completely fictional and the product of an overactive erotic mind. While it may be fantasy some parts of the story are based on real events. I leave it to the reader to separate the fantasy from reality.

“Holy shit”, I muttered.
‘”Fucking hell!”
I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me! I stood glued to the spot, afraid to
breathe. I was standing in the lounge of one of my customers. I must have had a dumb and dumber expression on my face. My mouth hung open and my jeans strained at the crotch.

Let me start from the beginning. My name is Jack. I am 1.9 meters tall with darkly tanned skin. I have brown hair which I crop very short to the scalp and have brown eyes. I am 42 years old, single and I am the proud owner of a very busy pizzeria in the heart of the bustling Cape Town waterfront.

The business is an eatery but also does home deliveries. It was 1 am Sunday morning and a month-end weekend. We had been busy as hell and as usual if anything could go wrong, it invariably did. That night, Sam our regular delivery guy, had a motor vehicle breakdown towards the end of his round. Luckily, he was almost finished but for one large seafood. While Sam called the break down to tow in his vehicle, I told him that I would take care of his last drop.

Truth was I was exhausted and welcomed the chance to take in the fresh air. I ordered a fresh seafood from the kitchen staff (the last one for the day) and as soon as it was done, asked Jenny my manager to lock up and took the pleasant drive on my Harley to the customer.

Anni was a regular at the pizzeria and would normally have a friend or two with her when she visited my eatery. She would often call for home deliveries as well. She was well-liked by the waiters as she was always friendly and a good tipper. As owner of the little pizzeria, I take pride in getting to know most of my regular customers. Anni was no exception.

She was about 29 or so year’s old, of average height with sparkling green eyes and dark brown hair that hangs around a cute face. In my business, skinny women made bad customers. Not that Anni was fat but she did have curves in all the right places. She was not big in the breast department either which is always a pleasure for me. Women with smaller breasts would often wear no bra and this I always found very appealing.

Anni was the creative director for an advertising agency based on the waterfront. She was not married and did not seem to have a regular boyfriend, although she did come in once in a while with male friends. Most often, she would be with female friends when visiting the eatery. When she did have male company, it would always be clear that they ate out of her hand. Women who have high career and corporate ambitions often made poor girlfriends or wives. It seemed that Anni fit that profile but in her case, while she was very successful at her work, she did not fall in the trap of flaunting her wealth.

I knocked on Michelle’s door. I could hear music coming from inside.
“Party’s still going strong. I wonder if anyone can hear me knocking.”
I knocked loader and immediately regretted doing so.
“Shit I’ll wake the neighbours.”
The last thing I need now is a shouting match with the neighbours. It had been a long day and I needed to get in a shower. I tried the door knob and it turned, opening the door.

Whenever Michelle walked into the pizza shop I always loved looking her over. She had a uncanny resemblance to my school-girl sweetheart Hilary. Hilary had a great body; about 5`5 and slightly plumpish but not fat. She was never a fashion model but filled a bikini in a way that would draw appreciative looks. She had a friendly personality and everyone liked her at school. I had the hots for Hilary. She had, similar to Michelle, a pear shaped face adorned with brown hair that framed her face. Her face broke easily and often into a smile that lit up her green eyes. But the most adorable feature was her nose- slightly high and round. Sadly we parted ways when I moved overseas to continue my studies after high school.

But standing in Michelle` s living room that fateful Sunday morning, any resemblance between Michelle and Hilary had become inconsequential. Michelle, naked in her pale glory and in the soft glow of two red colored wall lamps, was on her back sunk in the couch, feet firmly planted on the shoulders of a female friend who was eating her pussy her like it was the supper! Her soft moans and the music from the CD all but obliterated everything else in the world. I took me a while but I soon recognized Michelle` s friend. Her name was Tania and she would often eat with Michelle at the pizzeria.

Tania was about 4 years older- in the late thirties- than Michelle and had large breasts that she always highlighted in her dress code. She had light brown hair cut short around the neck and had an attractive mature face. Tania certainly knew what buttons to press as she licked and flicked at Michelle` s pussy lips and clit. This drove Michelle wild. She lifted her ass off the couch to encourage Tania to use her tongue deep in her. Michelle played with her nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Her moans of ecstasy were turning me on and my boner was as hard as nails. Tania slipped two finger in Anni` s wet pussy and pumped while she lapped at her puffy pussy lips and swollen clit.

Michelle dropped her feet from Tania` s shoulders and dug one onto the top of the couch` s backrest and the other on the seat. She grabbed a fistful of Tania` s hair with both hands and gently used her mouth as a passion simulator, digging her face in her gorgeous pussy. I could see she was about to cum. Michelle ` eyes were shut and all she wanted in the world right now was to cum.

“Yes baby, you sooo good.” Michelle cried loudly as Tania took her to the point of no return. Michelle lifted her ass further off the couch as she came.
“Yes, baby”, she cried as she reached a passionate high.
“Yes, yess, yesss! Fuck, yessssssss!!!” Tania continued to eat Michelle until she came off her high. “Man, she sure knew how to make Michelle cum”, I thought as I witnessed this unbelievable display of female sensual lovemaking.

I had seen many lesbian scenes on tape but seeing it in the flesh, up close and personal was the ultimate thrill. I was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, not wanting to interrupt the two women- both incredibly gorgeous and sexy and glistening with sweat, chest heaving as if they had just run a marathon. As the two women collapsed on opposite ends of the couch, they opened their eyes.
That’s` when they saw Jack standing with the pizza.
“ Pizza anyone?” was all I could muster not quite knowing what to say.

I guess I should have left the two women to their lovemaking, but the urge to stay was too great. Two beautiful women making out, within centimeters from my touch, was not something that a guy often sees. Unless of course its` rehearsed and on DVD! The real deal is so mind blowing that my body refused to obey any normal sensibilities.
“Jack!” exclaimed Michelle with a wicket smile “. How long have you been standing there?”
She looked ravishing in the after glow of her orgasm and tried in vain to reach for an imaginary piece of clothing- but gave up as there was nothing nearby.

Tania started giggling as she stroked her fingers through her short hair, accentuating her large full breasts.
“You naughty boy, she said.” Did you enjoy the show?”
Both women knew me from the Pizza shop. All attempts to cover-up deed and naked bodies were discarded and both women now resigned to show off their beautiful bodies.
“Michelle, we gave Jack a huge boner!” Tania said looking at my hard-on. Both girls giggled as I turned the color of red paint.
“Look, I attempted an explanation, “I tried knocking but I didn’t want to wake the whole neighborhood. Hell, I thought there was some kind of an emergency right here in the house when no-one answered the door. Besides, what` s a guy to do when he finds two beautiful women making out?”
“Michelle, Jack needs to be punished for being such a naughty boy”
“I agree”, Michelle said.” But lets first eat, I` m starved.”

Michelle got up and took the pizza from me- still naked. She had a great body. Small delicious tits and a curvy figure that oozed sex appeal. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and still glistened with cum juice.
“Tania, why don’t you be a sweetie and get a bottle of wine from the fridge.”
” That’s a great idea” Tania said as she got up.
Tania` s full breasts swayed like two gorgeous pendulums as she walked to the kitchen area. She had a fuller body than Michelle with wide hips and a juicy big ass.
Michelle looked at me with those pretty green eyes.
“You look hot and bothered Jack. Why don’t you take a quick shower while we decide what punishment you deserve?” she said.
I thought I died and gone to heaven.

After my shower I joined the two women in the lounge, a towel wrapped around my waist. The girls giggled some more when they saw the tent in the towel.
“Have some pizza Jack”, Michelle said. I was hungry, but not for food.
“Now, now girls, I said mockingly, be gentle. Don’t` punish me for being a man”.
“Take off the towel, Tania said, “I have a better idea.” She crooked her index finger at me.
“Lie down here” she pointed to the space between the two women. I did as I was told. Hey this is a fantasy come true for me. I was not about to argue about anything right now.

I stretched out on the carpet and Michelle placed the pizza on my chest.
“He makes a perfect coffee table, the naughty boy”, Michelle said.
The women fed me some pizza and soon finished theirs. Tania poured some wine in glasses and then slowly poured the rest all over my body- from my mouth to my rock hard cock. The cool wine only made me hotter.
“Let’s have some desert”, Michelle said as she took my wine-soaked cock in her mouth.
“Mmmmm, this tastes yummy.” Her mouth was soft and moist and made my head ache with pleasure. My cock disappeared and reappeared in Michelle` s mouth as she slowly and sensuously moved up and down my cock. My left hand went looking for her pussy. She was wet and wonderful. My thumb flicked her clit and two fingers entered her. She squealed and I was in heaven.

Tania not the one to be left out of the proceedings, climbed on my face and lowered her pussy for me. “Jack, I need to cum.” She said, “This is your punishment for disturbing me when I was having fun.” Her pussy was all puffy and wet and I went to work like a dog in heat. I flicked at her clit and swollen lips, she tasted like candy and I was a boy in the candy store. She groaned as I sunk my tongue in her and my nose nibbling at her ass hole.
“Jack!” Tania wailed, “that feels sooo good”.
I licked from her pussy to her puckered hole. Then I slowly inserted one finger in her ass. She was wet and it slipped in easily till the first knuckle.
Michelle looked up at Tania. “Come here you little slut”. The two girls locked lips, playing with their tongues.

In the meantime I was busy with one finger pumping Tania` s ass and my tongue buried in her pussy. God she tasted good. I could have remained in that position for ever.
”Yes, baby…yes…yes…yesssssss!” Tania started wailing.
Her knees were on the carpet and she was riding my face as she came. Her squirt flooded my mouth. She collapsed on my stomach inches from where Michelle was still sucking me, her body glistening with sweat, body heaving.

Michelle moved around to my head and assumed Tania` s position. “It` s my turn Jack.” She said as she lowered herself on my face. Tania unceremoniously sunk her mouth on my cock. If Tania tasted like candy then Michelle was like honey. I grabbed her ass with both hands and sucked and licked her pussy and clit till she screamed in ecstasy. I kneaded her ass and slowly toyed with her ass hole and pussy and the soft insides of her legs, licking, flicking, sucking, and blowing…
”Jack….Jack….Jack….” Michelle wailed.
“Yes baby… eat me…eat me…” make… me… cum….”
Before long Michelle screamed “ yesss, fuck yesssssss!”

While Michelle nearly drowned me with cum, Tania was making my cock swell. Her warm moist mouth was like nothing I had ever experienced on my cock. I ran my fingers through her hair as I shot my load down her throat. Michelle collapsed on the carpet next to me, breathing heavily-those cute tits rising and falling.
“Jack, you taste real good, almost as good as your pizza”. Tania said. The two women laughed. I was definitely in a place that should be called heaven.
“God, I haven’t` ever cum like this before” Michelle said and kissed me, tasting her cum on my mouth.
“You girls taste better than any pizza I have ever made.” That was the truth. I looked at the two women and smiled with satisfaction- covered in girl cum, pizza and wine. I wondered if I was dreaming and if someone would soon cruelly wake me up.
“I am glad I made this delivery” I thought.
I got up from the carpet and went to the fridge to look for more wine. I looked back to the two women still spread out naked on the carpet.
“Anyone for more wine?” I said.
”That will be great”, Michelle said leaning on her elbow, now completely comfortable in her nakedness.

Later, the three of us sat naked cross-legged in a circle. I passed the wine glasses around and I lit a cigarette, inhaled and passed it around. The two women squealed with laughter as they recalled the look on my face when I walked in on them.
“God, she` s incredible”, I thought as I looked at Michelle. She had an incredible smile. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her lips were soft. Her mouth was warm and delicious. Time and space evaporated. I reveled in her softness. I nibbled on her ears, her neck. Then I moved to her small cute breasts. I licked on them and she moaned. I softly bit on her nipples as I lay on top of her. I supported myself on my elbows and Michelle stretched out beneath me. Her hands felt incredibly soft on my back. She was so soft, I was afraid I was going to hurt her with my hard baker hands.

“Get inside me” Michelle whispered in my ear, pulling my head up with both her hands.
” Fuck me”
I took my cock in my hand and rubbed her pussy lips for a while. Then holding my cock firmly, I flicked her clit. Anni whimpered and lifted her ass for me to plunge my cock in her. I teased her instead and flicked her clit harder….then faster…and faster.
“Mmmm” Michelle moaned, ‘Yes baby… that …feels… good….!”
I flicked my cock faster and harder.
“Oh Godddd, I going to cum…yes….yes….yes…. fuck yessssssssssss!”
Michelle dug her nails into my back. It hurt but it felt good, very good. As I took my cock from her clit, she squirted a jet of pussy juice that coated my cock and spattered from my stomach to her breasts.
Then I plunged inside her. She was wet and warm and I slipped in easily.
“Yes baby, fuck me, fuck me.” I alternated with slow strokes then with rapid strokes. God, she felt good. Michelle came again. I was sweating, my perspiration dripping on her belly.

I lifted Michelle off the carpet and laid her on the coach. This way I could fuck her on my knees and at the same time feast my eyes on her. I held Michelle` s ankles, as I continued to fuck her. I brought her legs together. This made my cock fit her pussy like a glove. While I was fucking her, I took her big toe in my mouth and sucked- simulating a blow job. She tasted good. I messaged her feet and soles and she giggled with pleasure, her tits moving up and down her chest as my cock moved in her pussy. The wine me last long. I wasn’t done yet.
“Turn around baby”, I said.
Michelle turned as I maneuvered her on her hands and knees on the carpet. The plush carpet was getting soaked in patches with girl juice. I looked around for Tania. She was lying on her back with her feet on the carpet fingering her pussy, looking at Michelle and me, eyes glazed with a sensual high.

I took Tania` s hand and maneuvered her in front of Michelle. Tania lay on her back and lifted her pussy for Michelle. I took my cock and slowly eased into Michelle` s ass.
“No Jack”, Michelle whimpered.
Tania held Michelle` s head to her pussy.
“Eat me honey, eat me!”
Soon Michelle` s resistance melted and her ass relaxed. I moved in slowly, first just with my head, then all of me. I savored the fullness of her ass and just kept my cock inside her for a while. As her ass adjusted to my size, I stroked her slowly…..gently…in …out.
“Oh God. Yes… yes………Yes!” Michelle squealed as she came up for breath from Tania` s pussy, her body trembling with ecstasy.
Then she came again.
“Yesssssss………….
” And again, “Yessssssssss……..”
I was getting ready to blow my load. I felt an incredible adrenalin rush as I offloaded in Michelle` s ass.

I dropped next to the two women. Tania was fingering herself to a climax. Michelle had no energy to get her off and collapsed next to her. Michelle and I watched as Tania` s fingers made like a guitar player. Soon she was wailing at the top her lungs.
“Eat.. my… cum… Jaaaaack!
I obliged. I stretched over to Tania and gripped her plump ass in both my hands, the flesh immediately turning red. I lapped at her pussy and then waited for the squirt, holding my mouth over her juicy pussy. The squirt was vicious as it hit my mouth, my face, my hair. As she came down from her high, I ate her delicious pussy and clit.

“Dammit, that was awesome!” Tania declared with a wicket grin. “Come here pizza man”.
Still dazed with her multiple organisms and breathing heavy, she crooked her index finger at me.
“I want that cock in me.”
I was soft and a little sore but hell, this might never happen again. I got up and stood over Tania. She leaned back and recovered a half empty wine tumbler from the carpet.
“Let’s get you cleaned up”. Tania poured the wine over my cock and stroked me, cleaning Michelle` s ass off my cock.
“There, that’s better”. Tania got on her knees and took me in her mouth. It felt incredible. In no time I was as hard as nails. I watched her eat my cock. It felt good, very good. I stroked her face and slipped my fingers through her hair.

Then Tania turned around and got on her hands and knees. She looked back at me and said,
” Fuck me. And don’t be gentle”.
While Michelle looked on I saddled up. I took my cock in my hand and guided it to Tania` s pussy. It went in easily. She was wet and hot. I held firmly onto Tania` s shoulder and started pumping. My balls and pelvic slammed mercilessly and loudly against Tania` s ass as I pistoned her pussy. Harder and harder. Faster and faster.
“Yes baby….Yes… Yes…..Oh… my… God……. Yessssssss.”
Tania squirted pussy juice all over my cock and on the plush carpet. I was relentless and slammed the wind out of her, her body rocking forward and backwards, her heavy tits swaying as I pulled on her shoulder.
Again she came,” yes…yes…..baby …yessssssssss….!”

I was overcome with a wild desire to inflict pain. Perspiration was pouring off me. My lungs ached as I searched for air. Without warning I pulled out of her pussy and slammed in her ass.
I was far gone for any niceties now. I wanted to feel my cock shrink wrapped in her ass.
“Noooooo…..!” Tania screamed.
My cock was well lubricated and it throbbed inside her. Tania wailed and struggled to untangle me. I held her in a vice-like grip. My hands wound around her hair, pulling back, my hips pushed forward and my legs wrapped like a vice around her legs. Tania was trapped, her virgin ass impaled- for the first time- by a 81/2” cock.

Then her flash of pain dissolved into a raging fire. She heaved, out of breath, tits swinging like beautiful pendulums. Slowly she worked her ass in a circular motion on my cock. Then she moved backwards onto my cock and started to fuck me back.
“That` s it baby,” I smiled, she felt incredibly tight.
I picked up the pace and slammed in and out of her.
“Oh……Oh……..Oh…..shit…I’m cummingggggggg!” Tania screamed.
Michelle slid under Tania and raised her mouth to Tania` s pussy. She wrapped her arms around Tania` s waist and sucked on Tania` s clit. Michelle held on for dear life as we all swayed for a few moments in perfect motion. Me in Tania` s ass and Michelle stuck on Tania` s clit.
“Yessssssssssss!!!! Tania wailed as she came.
It was as if someone opened the tap. I felt my cock swelling, my head spinning. I could not hold out any longer. I planted my seed deep in her ass as I held my cock inside her, gripping her hair with one hand and her shoulder with the other.
Michelle, Tania and I collapsed in a heap, gasping for breath. It felt like I was suspended off the floor in an incredible weightless environment. Strobes of purple, pink and pastel colors filling my mind. It was an incredible high.

Much later I felt someone’s soft lips on mine. Without opening my tired eyes, I sucked on the tongue. I couldn’t tell if it tasted like candy or honey.

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Sven and his harem of naughty women inspect the aftermath of their fight with the fairy duke! Meanwhile, Princess Ava cannot control her desires for her father!

The Rogue’s Harem

Book Two: Rogue’s Wicked Harem

Part One: The Princess’s Desires

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to B0b and WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Chapter One: The Goddess’s Daughter

Zizthithana – Kozzithni, the Shahdom of Shizhuth

The rasp of my scales made a sibilant hiss through my throne room as I tribbed my sex slave. Shilia, my lamia, whimpered and moaned, her big breasts rubbing against the serpentine coil of my lower body. Her nipples were two points of hardness on my flesh, her tits so soft. And her pussy… Her pussy was so wet.

I savored the feel of her pussy on mine. I rubbed our cunts together, my clit nudging hers. She gasped and whimpered, her purrs mixing with the rasp of my scales. Her triangular, cat-like ears twitched and her cat-like tail swished. Her mane of black hair fell down her back as her youthful face twisted with pleasure. The feel of her sent such pleasure through my naga body. My hands rubbed from the transition of my scales to the human-like skin of my belly. I drew my hands up my dusky flesh to my heaving breasts. They were large and pillowy, the nipples pierced by gold rings.

I pulled on them.

My serpentine lower half tightened about Shilia’s torso. She yowled as I felt how fragile she was. I could crush her body. I undulated faster, harder. Such delight surged through my pussy as our flesh caressed each other. I seized my nipples rings, tugging hard.

“Gods, yes,” I moaned in delight. “Las’s thick cum!” I moaned, crying out to the God of Lust, the progenitor of both our races. Nagas and lamia were birthed from his indiscriminate masturbation, his cum sprayed across the world.

But where lamia came out weak and fragile, with almost no wills and easily dominated, nagas were birthed strong. We conquered. We seized power. And I wanted more. I wasn’t content to be an istandar, an equivalent rank to a human duke, of a single province. I wanted to rule the entire shahdom, to be what humans to the west called a queen. I would rule all of Shizhuth and then conquer the naga countries to the east. And flood across the Despeir mountains to the west and conquer the human nations.

“Mistress!” whimpered my slave, her limbs wrapped about my body. Her tongue licked at my scales between her whimpers, rough and hot. She twitched and groaned, smearing that hot cunt against mine.

Our clits kissed. Sparks of rapture shot through my body.

“Mistress!” yowled Shilia again. Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, smearing our cunts so hard together. The pleasure built in me. I pulled on my nipple rings. “Let me feel that little cunt cumming on my snatch. Bathe my pussy in your juices, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress!” she moaned, squirming.

I tightened my coils again. Her body spasmed. She yowled, her voice thick in pleasure and pain. I felt her ribs on the verge of cracking. Hot cream flooded out of her cunt and spilled over my pussy lips. Her ecstasy and agony echoed through the room.

I felt her heart flutter beneath those big breasts.

I held her life in my coiled embrace. I twisted my nipples piercings. Pain and pleasure shot through from my fat nubs down to my pussy. I smeared my cunt against her cumming flesh. My clit dragged through her hot twat and nudged her hard clit.

Sparks exploded.

My pussy convulsed.

My head threw back, my bright-violet hair swept about my shoulders as I moaned out in rapture. Wave after wave of delight washed out of my cunt. I squirmed on my throne, holding my slave so tight in my embrace, drinking in the rapture.

“Las’s delicious cum!” I hissed, stars dancing before my eyes.

For one moment, all my worries, all my problems, vanished. The Paragon, the missing artifact, the death of two of my prized servants, and my alliance with Prince Meinard did not weigh on me. Only the bliss of my orgasm. That wonderful heights of rapture.

And then my euphoria died.

My orgasm ended.

Pleasure withdrew from me while Shilia kept yowling and squirming. She rubbed those soft tits on my scaly lower half. She licked my bronze belly scales, her hands rubbing on the smaller scales of the back of my tail, touching the vibrant purple mixed with chevrons of bronze. I sucked in breaths, listening to the joy of her orgasm.

And contemplated crushing her. Killing her. I had other lamia. I could buy more from the breeders. It would feel so good to squeeze harder, to feel her body pop and creak and—

The shadows swirled in the center of my throne room. I froze, releasing my nipple piercings and watching the shape emerge. Through the art of shadowmancing, my race had learned how to manipulate the substance created in the absence of light, to seize that ephemeral aether and manipulate it. We’d taught it to our most loyal servants, the human males who carried out our will and fertilized our eggs.

Like all races born of Las, mine was a single gender: all female. We needed human males to reproduce, just like the weak, purring creature in the embrace of my scales.

The shape of Keythivak rose out of the gathering shadows, a whip-thin man. I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. He stood with the languorous grace of a deadly fighter, ready to spring in any direction and deliver death.

My assassin.

I dispatched him after those humans who dared attack my servants. They cost me men, slaves, the death of my warlord, and the loss of an artifact I made promises to deliver. Promises that would give me the power to seize the shahdom.

“Dread Istandar,” Keythivak said as he knelt before me.

My serpentine body uncoiled. Shilia slipped to the floor, purring in delight as she curled up at the foot of my throne. I ignored her, the last of the bliss fading from my body as I focused my full attention on my assassin.

“You have it?” I demanded. I needed it. The Paragon was growing…impatient.

“I found the trail,” Keythivak answered, “from where Gorth’in was killed.”

I hissed a that. Warleader Gorth’in was one of my best. He had found the thief’s trail early on, following it only to die. Killed by these humans who had what I needed. It troubled me that they possessed power that could defeat a shadowmancer. “And?”

“Their trail lead to a faerie ring,” Keythivak replied. “I could follow no farther.”

My scales rasped together as I absorbed this information. The thieves had fled to Faerie? Why? Did this have anything to do with my agreement with Prince Meinard? This all started when the thieves raided a slaving party I sent into the Princedoms as cover for their true mission: finding the artifact. Normally, I sent half the slaves I took from Prince Meinard’s lands back to him via Faerie, handing them over to the prince’s ally, Duke Gallchobhar.

“They will have to emerge again,” I hissed. “Watch the ring! Kill them! I want all their heads and what they stole!”

I would have my empire!

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Sven Falk – Faerie

“Rithi, bless my natural paints with your divine love,” my sister, Kora, chanted, her blonde hair, gathered in twin braids, swayed behind her shoulders. Her hands slid down her lush body covered in tattoos flowering vines adorned with pink petals. She shoved her hands down past her shaved pudenda, brushing the lips of her pussy. Through the pain, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty, the art of her Goddess, Rithi, formed into the shape a human. “Let your vision flow through me and restore the art ruined by the cruel acts of the world.”

She shoved her fingers into her pussy. Her back arched, her round breasts jiggling before her, the left encircled by her flowering vine. Between her tits swayed the bright ruby on a necklace, the gift I gave her not knowing the danger it held. She let out an orgasmic moan as her prayer was answered by her Goddess.

She fell to her knees beside me, ripping out her fingers from her pussy. I groaned as she smeared her juices on my flesh. The soothing energy rippled through my body, banishing the pain. My wounds sustained fighting first the treeman and then Duke Gallchobhar healed, Rithi restoring my flesh. I smiled at my sister, victory surging through me.

She smiled back as she caressed my body, smearing her incestuous fluids on me. Though our relationship was forbidden, I loved her greatly. And she loved me. I had known her body so many times since this chaos started when we raided those Shizhuthian slavers and found the amulet.

“Try not to hurt yourself so badly, brother mine,” she said, a smile playing on her lips. “Especially the way you boast about your…prowess.”

I caught her hand, holding it in my tight grip. “I think you know all about my prowess, sister dear.”

A smile crossed her fair face. Her blue eyes twinkled. Then she glanced at the smoldering ruins of the Lodestone, one of her twin braids of blonde hair spilling over her right shoulder. The rubble once provided the focus for the spell which enslaved all the humans around us in the stocks, using their souls to power an army of stone soldiers. “Well, you did demonstrate it here.”

Before I could answer my sister, a whimper of pain came from Aingeal, my faerie-wife. She lay nearby, her back badly burned, her butterfly wings… Las’s putrid cum, but her butterfly wings were gone, destroyed by Duke Gallchobhar’s magic when they dueled in the air.

Kora gasped, here eyes widening in shock. We both forgot about the faerie as we flirted. My sister darted to Aingeal to heal her, Kora’s fingers already plunging into her pussy. I groaned as my two sex slaves fell on their knees beside me, hugging me hard.

“Master!” they both gasped together, their hot lips kissing my cheeks.

I shuddered in delight, holding them both. They were naked, which was normal for Zanyia, a lamia slave I liberated in the same raid where I found that cursed amulet about my sister’s neck. The other was Nathalie, a blonde, human girl of eighteen who found rapture as my submissive lover.

Zanyia’s doing. The tawny-haired and petite lamia wanted to see my lusts were met, gratitude for killing her abusive master and “liberating” her. I didn’t claim her as a sex slave; she insisted on being mine, giving me no choice in the matter. Then she recruited Nathalie.

She purred as she licked my cheek with her rough tongue, her triangular, cat-like ears twitching as they thrust out of her bushy hair. Her tail swished behind her. Nathalie trembled, her body also petite and girlish. The blonde, braided pigtails swaying about her shoulders added to her cuteness.

Aingeal let out a soft whimper, drawing my attention.

“You can heal her, right?” I asked my sister, my stomach tensing.

“I don’t know,” Kora answered. “I’ve never healed such grievous wounds.” She smeared her pussy juices on Aingeal’s body.

The busty faerie whimpered. Her pink hair curtained her face, hiding her lush features. Her large breasts pillowed beneath her. She groaned as the flesh on her back knitted up, the burns fading until she had smooth, pale skin.

But no wings. They didn’t regrow.

Kora’s face grew grave. Her blue eyes trembled. “I’m sorry.”

Aingeal sat up, her large breasts swaying, pink hair tumbling about her normally playful face. Like Zanyia, she didn’t wear clothing. Gold rings pierced her nipples, reflecting the strange moonlight of the perpetual night of Faerie. She sat beside Kora, her hands feeling her back, her face falling.

“I… I see…” Aingeal said. Then she looked to the smoldering corpse of the duke. My throwing knife had taken him in the throat. Iron was poison to faerie. His blood smoked and smoldered on contact with my weapon. “You killed him, my husband.”

“I killed him.”

Aingeal took a deep breath, pain crossing her face. “Good.”

I understood that pain. I felt it myself every day, the hole the fire left in my life. And in the life of my sister. Our parents and our younger sister both perished in those flames, killed by Prince Meinard because his daughter loved me. Kora and I were meant to die with them.

We didn’t.

We were fugitives now, plotting to destroy him. And we struck a mighty blow. We destroyed his Lodestone. Around us, the humans he’d enslaved and brought to Faerie were awake, no longer chained to his army of stone statues. They called out to us, trapped in stocks in the field around the smoldering remains of the Lodestone.

“Come on,” I groaned, standing up from the embrace of my sex slaves. “Let’s start freeing them.”

“Yes, Master,” they both said with the same submissive tone as they looked up at me.

I glanced at the newcomer, dressed all in silvery armor. She had slung her ax and warhammer in loops on the wide, leather belt she wore about her waist. She wasn’t human. Not with those bright, yellow eyes, like a pair of helidors, staring at me. She had an exotic cast to her face, the lines just different enough to be alien to any human features, delicate yet strong. She had a curvy body, her armor fitted to her bountiful flesh. Pure-white hair, not faded by age, framed her youthful face, cut short to sweep about her pauldrons covering her shoulders. The snowy locks contrasted with the midnight-black of her skin, such a deep, dark color that only made her eyes shine like twin suns, her hair to glow.

“Will you help… Eh…?”

“Ealaín,” she answered. “And, of course, I shall help free these poor souls trapped in these horrid contraptions.

“Good,” I nodded, frowning. She had accompanied my sister and Nathalie when they returned from the distraction. Where had this warrior come from? How did she know so much about the amulet about my sister’s neck? “Me and you’ll head this way. Zanyia, take Nathalie and head the other way. Kora…”

My sister caught my eyes, giving me a sad smile as she hugged Aingeal. The faerie’s purple eyes brimmed with tears. She looked so…normal now without her wings. Those graceful, sweeping butterfly wings that thrust from her back.

I wanted to kill Duke Gallchobhar all over again.

Gripping my fists, I marched past the smoldering remains of the treeman, a hulking giant that looked like a walking oak tree, I’d tricked into punching the Lodestone and destroying the magical artifact. Ealaín fell in at my side, her armor clinking.

“You are concerned about your sister’s safety,” Ealaín said, her voice melodious and concise at the same time.

“You’re a direct one,” I said, flashing her a smile. I couldn’t help grinning at a beautiful woman no matter her species. I reached the first stock, pulling the bronze pin that held the top of the restraining device to the bottom.

“Praise the Gods,” a sobbing, naked Zeutchian woman gasped. Like me, she had fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes that characterized our race of humans. She sprang at me, throwing her arms around my neck and smothering me in kisses.

She felt nice in my arms. Youthful. In another time, I would have kissed her back. Seen how far her friendly thankfulness would get me. But now wasn’t that time. There were thousands of humans imprisoned here. An entire army enslaved by that bastard Prince Meinard.

“You are welcome, goodwoman,” I said, pushing her back, her round breasts jiggling, her nipples fat, pink, and begging to be played with. “But there are so many others in need. You have to help us.”

“Of course,” she said, her head snapping around. She spotted someone and shouted. “Karl!”

She sprang to a man in the next stock, prying at the bronze pin. He had the look of her husband, his hair a sandier blonde, his body ropy with muscles from working the fields. What a shame. To enjoy her thankfulness while her husband watched would have been exquisite.

“You are staring at her like a dog at a bone,” Ealaín said. “You hunger for her that much?”

“I do,” I said, moving onto the next stock, this one holding a young girl budding on the verge of womanhood. “And, yes, I am concerned about my sister. You just… appear, claiming that the amulet about her neck is the phylactery”—that was a word I’d never heard of—“holding the soul of the Biomancer Vebrin. The Vebrin?”

“I fear so. My mother felt the turbulence of its passage around the brightness of Radiant Kora.”

I blinked at that. Well, not at my sister being called radiant. That was her title in the priesthood of Rithi, Goddess of Art. Radiant just meant she had finished her novitiate and was a full member of the clergy, mastering three of the art forms. The tattoos on my sisters body identified the three. Not the design, but the placement on her flesh. No, what shocked me was who Ealaín’s mother was.

“You’re the daughter of the Goddess of Art?”

“One of them,” she answered. “I am aoi si, birthed by my mother’s congress with the Goddess Henta.”

“The hermaphroditic Goddess of the Hunt?” I asked, making sure I remembered that correctly. “I didn’t know Rithi was her lover.”

“Rithi has enjoyed many lovers and created many wondrous children,” the Aoi Si answered. “My divine race being but one of them. Motherhood is an art form my Goddess has not neglected. All forms of creation enrich the world with beauty. Even your birth, Sven.”

I gave her a cocky grin. “I know. Masculine perfection distilled into my perfect chin and rugged looks.”

Ealaín arched an eyebrow. “Arrogance… Does that get you into women’s pussies?”

“Often. Women enjoy bold men who seize what they want and can boast of great exploits.” I pulled at another bronze pin, working as we talked. “I get to add dueling a treeman and a faerie lord. Unlike other men, my exploits aren’t false lies.

“I’ve done them.”

“Yes, you have. I saw the remains of your fight with the warleader.”

“Which one?” I asked. I’d fought two. One when I freed Zanyia and other slaves, and found that amulet. The second ambushed us the night before we entered Faerie. He controlled shadows and almost made me kill my sister with his trickery.

“Both,” she answered, freeing an older man.

“Thank you,” the man wheezed to her. “Thank you so much, blessed angel.”

The aoi si nodded to him and moved on with me. We left a wake of freed men and women, old and young. They spread out, freeing more and more of their captured kin and family. Entire villages appeared to be here, vanishing from the shadows of the Despeir Mountains. These were Prince Meinard’s own people. He should protect them.

Instead he brutalized them.

“You have passion,” the aoi si said. “It burns in you behind that playful and roguish exterior you like to project.”

“Of course I have passion.” I threw my arms out, anger swelling in me. “Look around at this monstrosity. I despise the man responsible. I’m going to kill him.”

“A worthy goal,” Ealaín agreed.

“And now complicated. This amulet is why that shadowmancer attacked us yesterday?”

Ealaín nodded. “It appears a naga has made a deal with the Paragon to find the phylactery. It has been lost for centuries. The world all hoped it would never resurface. With it, the Paragon can restore the vile mage to life.”

My skin crawled. “And what is this… Paragon?” I knew that word from my studies at the University of Az back in another life when I truly was a carefree carouse and roguish seducer of women. “What is he the epitome of?”

“She is Biomancer’s ultimate creation,” Ealaín said. “She possess all the things the warlock prized: strength, speed, intelligence, abilities. He created her right before his death. By the time she reached maturity, he was slain and his phylactery was long stolen. She’s searched for it for centuries and, thanks to her deal with the naga, it was uncovered.

“The Biomancer makes a mockery of art. He takes something already beautiful and ruins it in his mad plan of perfection. It is like he found a master painting, one of Goth’s or Kessavarie’s works, and in his arrogance thought he could improve it. He would take it with something else, perhaps a statue carved by Istalia, and try to merge them. In his effort to stamp his own uniqueness upon them, he would ruin two already perfect works and produce something less, something that was missing that vital spark of natural inspiration.”

I shuddered. “You’re talking about the monsters he made.”

Many of them plagued the world, strange abominations that were fusions of different creatures. Panthopuses roamed the woods and chimeras haunted the mountains. Things that didn’t even have names, foul merging of animals and plants, living and nonliving. With his magic, he twisted and perverted.

“And the amulet around my sister’s neck contains his soul?”

Ealaín nodded.

“Okay, what do we do with it? Destroy it, right?” I shivered. Another task we’d have to complete. And one at odds with vengeance.

“How?” asked Ealaín. “It is a powerful object. My mother knows not. It is a powerful artifact. The elf who slew him had tried many ways before she vanished. Nothing worked. For now, it must be denied to the Paragon.”

“Then let’s drop it into the sea and…” My words trailed off. “She can swim, right.”

“And fly, survive extremes of temperature, toxic gases. The Paragon can thrive in any environment from brackish swamps to arid desert. She could dive to the deepest reach of the ocean and soar to the extent of the firmament above.”

“Las’s putrid cum,” I growled. “Can she die?”

“All things can die.”

“That’s something.” I yanked another bronze pin, freeing another person. I ignored their thanks, continuing on as I mulled this over. “That’s why you’re here?”

“Though Radiant Kora is beloved by my mother, She would not interfere in mortal affairs. But now things have changed. The phylactery is a threat beyond the scope of your petty feud with Prince—”

“Petty!” The word exploded from my mouth. “He burned our parents, our sister, alive!” Katriana’s innocent face, a younger version of Kora’s sensual features, blazed in my mind. Katriana laughing, smiling, her blonde hair flying behind her as she ran through the halls of our home, her skirts flaring about her coltish legs as she leaped from the tree in our garden and land on the soft loam.

All that joy extinguished in those flames. Reduced to ash and blown away.

Ealaín cocked her head. “I apologize. It was an ill-chosen word. I only meant in the grander purpose of the world, the dispute between a pair of humans matters little when compared to the rebirth of a monster who plagued our world for centuries and unleashed his mad monstrosities from Castle Drakin.”

“Petty,” I muttered and ripped out a bronze pin, freeing a grandmotherly woman.

“Thank you!” she sobbed.

I nodded, brushing past her. “Stopping Prince Meinard sounds more important to me than Vebrin returning to life.”

“Perspective is a unique thing, is it not?” she said. “From where I stand Prince Meinard seems of little consequence. But not to you. His shadow casts far across the world you see, swallowing it.”

I shrugged. “You’re a weird one, Ealaín.”

She blinked her owlish eyes. “Am I?”

“Yeah.

“So,” I said, something tickling my head, “you said an elf killed Vebrin and was looking—”

“Master!” screeched. Zanyia.

Bounding across the stocks we opened, leaping over the freed men and women moving to help others, came my naked lamia. She moved like a cat, her pale skin almost glowing in the multi-hued moonlight. Her small breasts jiggled while her tail twitched back and forth, almost steering for her as she leaped.

“Master! Look up!”

I did, staring up at the brilliant stars shining down on us. Three moons hung in the sky, each a different hue. Though it was night, I could see like it was day and… I spotted them. Figures flying fast towards us. A hundred or more.

Faeries.

“Las’s putrid cum!” I snarled.

Chapter Two: The Princess’s Desires

Princess Ava – Echur, the Princedom of Kivoneth, the Strifelands of Zeutch

“What do you mean?” demanded my father, bursting out of his bed naked and flinging himself at Master Mage Shevoin. “Destroyed?”

“Yes, your Highness,” cowered Shevoin. An older man, his skin almost as pale as a Zeutchian, his hair graying. He came from the Collegiate Tower of Esh-Esh, skilled in magic, my father’s closest adviser.

As my father stood trembling in rage, joy surged through me. I rubbed my naked thighs together beneath our mused blankets, feeling his incestuous cum leaking out of my pussy. I hated my father. He’d turned cold after Mother’s death, withdrawing in on himself and embarking on his mad plan to restore the High King Peter’s empire. None had succeed in the two hundred years since Peter’s death. Only chaos rained. Zeutch had been wracked by wars, the princes rising and falling to try and take control of the large nation while holding desperately onto their own pieces of it.

And then my father had found a way to imbue an entire army of statues. Nonliving soldiers made of hard stone destroyed his rivals. He’d conquered a dozen smaller princedoms in the last two years, swallowing half of Zeutch in the process. The Lodestone let him do it. Somehow, it gave the rare ability of imbuing to thousands of people while simultaneously robbing them of their will, making them slaves utterly to my father.

“How fast can you find another Lodestone to enchant?” my father said, his rage already cooling. His passions never lasted long, whether anger or lust. He looked like pale marble in the silvery moonlight streaming through his bedroom window, his hair a pale blond.

“The mine has never found another piece big enough,” the mage answered. “I do not know if we ever will. The Lodestone was unique. That much magnetic iron found in a single rock…”

“Gods damn it,” Father said, his voice cold. “And what does that mean for my army. They were attacking Anaopeth.”

“They will be deactivated, of course,” Shevoin said. “Just like when you withdraw your will from your proxy and it goes still.”

Like me, my father was an imbuer, able to take control of inanimate objects with his soul. But only one at a time. It had perplexed me when Father found a way to control an entire army then horrified me to learn how he did it.

But Sven had done it. My fiance, the man I truly loved, had stopped my father’s foul machination.

I couldn’t help but gloat right now even as I flew to my father, bounding naked from the bed and hugging him from behind. I pressed my small breasts into his back, hugging him, my face rubbing between his shoulder blades.

“You shall find a way to prevail, Father,” I said. “Your standing army is powerful. You have half of Zeutch under your control. You don’t need those statues.”

“Of course I do,” he growled. “I need my army to keep all the nobles in line while we expand. Without strong boots on their necks, sedition will whisper through my princedom.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “You must send reinforcements to the front as soon as possible. The army at the capital is closest.”

Then Sven will have nothing between him and sneaking into the castle to slay my father.

“It won’t work,” growled my father.

“But it must,” I protested. “It’s the—”

The anger burst out of him again. He twisted his body and struck me with his arm as he turned. Pain flared in my side as I stumbled back. I crashed into his chest of drawers. The wooden furniture creaked and rocked. I bounced off and fell onto my hands and knees. Tears sprang to my cheek.

The anger melted from his face. “Pater’s cock,” he groaned, rushing to me. “My sweetling. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“I’m fine, Father,” I lied, such anger surging through me even as I stared at his cock swaying before me. It bobbed before my lips as he stood over me.

Lusts swelled through me. That spell he’d enchanted me with drove me wild. It made me want to pleasure him. He didn’t know I’d learned the truth, and I couldn’t let him think I was anything but a loving daughter.

“It was my fault for interfering,” I told him, grabbing his cock. The more I hated him, the more my body felt driven to pleasure him. It was so maddening. “Let me… soothe you. Relax you, so you can think.”

I sucked on the tip of his cock unable to stop myself. Beyond the fact it was incest—he was my father!—it felt so wrong to cheat on my true love. I would marry Sven, but I couldn’t stop my lusts. That damned enchantment upon me had me aching for my father’s embrace.

His dick twitched and throbbed hard in my mouth. He groaned, his hands sliding through my hair, caressing my blonde locks. He sucked in such deep breaths, the pleasure spilling across his face. He licked his lips, his fists clenching and relaxing as I pleasured him.

I moaned about his cock I bobbed my lips. He was fully erect now. I didn’t care that Shevoin saw my depraved lusts for my father’s cock. The man knew about the spell, had recommended it to my father. And knowing he watched my shameful behavior only made my pussy wetter.

I shoved my right hand between my thighs. I stroked my dripping flesh. I felt my father’s cum leaking out of my snatch. I groaned, smearing the incestuous seed into my pussy lips and silky bush. I shuddered, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders, my small breasts jiggling.

“My sweetling,” Father groaned, his hand running through my silken curls. “Oh, yes, I need this so much. I need to think. You love me so much.”

I hated him so much.

I sucked even harder. My cheeks hollowed. Humiliation burned through me, propelling my mouth to bob faster and faster, to revel in my degradation. I plunged two fingers into my cum-filled pussy. My snatch clenched down on them. My fingers made such an obscene sound as they plundered my sloppy depths.

“Yes,” Father panted. “My sweetling, I am so sorry. I’ll never hurt you again. Not so long as you love me. Not so long as you’ll be my queen.”

“Your Highness, should I withdraw?” the mage asked, his voice tight. But I could see his hand fondling his black robe, the symbol of his status as a master of magic. He squeezed his dick through it, probably thinking of my bedmaid Greta. I let him fuck her in exchange for information.

“I’ll be finished soon,” Father groaned. “I can never last long in my sweetling’s mouth. She sucks so good. She loves my dick.”

His words made my cheeks burn. My fingers plunged faster into my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me, fanned by the humiliation. My tongue danced about the crown of his dick as I nursed on it. I tasted his salty precum, hungry for the true delight to come.

He groaned, his chest rising and falling as I pleasured him. His narrow, hard face twisted in rapture. His hips moved, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, using my oral cavity like a pussy. He reveled in degrading me.

“Oh, yes, my sweetling, what a hot mouth. I’m going to give you what you hunger for.”

My fingers curled in my pussy. I shuddered, moaning about his dick. Drool leaked down my chin. My fingers caressed down the walls of my snatch, searching for that wondrous spot Sven showed me. He gave me such pleasure. He always cared about me.

I found the bundle of nerves, massaging the spot in my cunt. Pleasure built in me. I sucked so hard as Father’s cock plunged over and over into my mouth. He groaned, gripping my blonde hair in his iron fists.

“Take it, my sweetling!” he groaned.

His salty, incestuous cum spurted into my mouth. The thick cream splashed against the back of my throat. It spilled around my tonsils then over my tongue. I gulped it down as my fingers attacked that wonderful spot in my cunt.

I exploded.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he snarled as he pumped his spunk into my mouth, humiliating me even further.

The shame fanned my orgasm to amazing heights. My entire body trembled. I whimpered about his dick as stars exploded through my vision. I swayed, my pussy convulsing so hard on my fingers. It spasmed, trying to milk them, eager for cum to spurt into my depths.

His cum.

I wanted his cock in me so badly. My father’s dick reaming my cunt, pumping me full of his cum, breeding me and—

I bucked so hard, my orgasm intensifying just thinking of my father breeding me. I wanted Sven to put a baby in me. I wanted his child, not my father. But my body yearned for that forbidden congress. To bear my father his heir like he craved.

What I had to do crystallized in my mind in that instance: I needed to flee.

I couldn’t stay in the castle any longer. I couldn’t spy on him for Sven. The longer I stayed here, the more the spell warped me. If I didn’t I would soon be begging Shevoin to remove my contraception enchantment so I could conceive that child my father wanted.

I swallowed the last of my father’s cum, my pussy still so juicy, so aching for his cum. I couldn’t be his slave. I had to be free of him. I needed to be with my Sven. Not through my statue proxies, but in the flesh.

“Come, Shevoin,” Father said, pulling his cock out of my mouth, “we have plans to make. I will see you in the morning, my sweetling. Do not fear, I will find away to salvage this disaster.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, sounding so wanton. I shuddered, hating myself for aching for him.

How would I escape? I needed to think, to plot. And that was hard as I kept masturbating, my body craving more pleasure. As my father left the room, I almost called to him. I fought so hard against the desire to beg him to fuck me.

To breed me.

Gods-damn that corrupted priestess of Luben for enchanting me with this spell!

Chapter Three: Fairy Surprise

Kora Falk – Faerie

Sven darted up to me, throwing knife in one hand, short sword in another. He looked dashing in his black leathers, his blond locks flowing about his handsome face. He had that perfect chin and masculine cheekbones, his blue eyes so vibrant and deep. I could get lost staring into my brother’s eyes. When he stared at me, I felt like such a woman in his gaze, so desired. His smile always promised pleasure.

Pleasure he could deliver.

But now I saw concern. Not fear, but he was tense. I broke away from the crying Aingeal and stood up. What could be the problem? Zanyia and Ealaín rushed in his wake, the aoi si’s hands on her weapons. But she hadn’t drawn them.

“What is it, brother mine?” I asked, gaining my feet and closing my pink clerical robes about me. I knotted the belt as my heart beat faster.

“Faeries,” he growled. “A whole company of them with spears.”

“Spears?” the raw voice of Aingeal asked. Bloodshot, purple eyes stared up at my brother and me. “Are they the household guards of Duke Gallchobhar?”

“I don’t know,” Sven said. “This is your lands?”

“This was my father’s lands,” Aingeal said. “I was banished. I shouldn’t be here. They will… turn me over. But you mustn’t resist them, my husband.”

“Fuck that,” Sven snarled. “You’re my wife. You think I’ll sit by and let them harm you.”

A smile crossed Aingeal’s lips. I was wrong to mistrust her. Well, not wrong, precisely. Faeries were birthed from the union of the God Las and the Goddess Cernere. Lust and Crime had made creatures who loved sex and trickery. But Aingeal had not betrayed us. She’d fought with us. And she loved my brother. When she promised Zanyia thrice to be Sven’s woman, his wife, it had changed her in ways that didn’t make sense to me, a human.

But the emotions were real.

“My illusions are all but useless on faeries,” I reminded my brother. The race breathed in illusions. The could make more convincing ones with a wave of their hand than I could channeling the power of my Goddess.

“And you do not have that many throwing knives, Master,” Zanyia said.

“The air brims with spirits,” Ealaín said. “A contest with the faeries will not last long, I fear. That number will bind us in moments.”

“I remember,” Sven growled. “But, still, I won’t let them touch my wife.”

“May I suggest diplomacy.” The aoi si stared at my brother with those bright, yellow eyes. “A deal may be struck with the creatures. A way to avoid bloodshed. After all, the household guard of Duke Gallchobhar would be culpable in the monstrous act that occurred here. Unless Queen Sidhe has condoned this.”

“She wouldn’t,” Aingeal said. “It is a good plan, but it won’t work.”

“Why not?” my brother asked.

“Those aren’t Duke Gallchobhar’s household guards. See the purple-haired beauty at their lead. Notice the gold armor worn by the spearmen.” Aingeal let out a sigh. “That is Princess Siona leading her mother’s own soldiers. Queen Sidhe’s forces. She will never let me go. Not after what I did to her mother.”

I frowned. What had Aingeal done to Queen Sidhe?

“Great,” Sven growled.

“You mustn’t fight,” Aingeal begged as the faeries descended, the soldiers all males in golden armor that fit about their delicate bodies. They all had beautiful, youthful faces, almost effeminate.

Princess Siona landed before my brother, naked and unashamed. She had lush breasts and a thick, purple bush growing between her thighs. Specks of glittering gold and silver adorned her body that shimmered in the starlight and moonlight as she moved. Her wings fluttered to a stop, revealing them to be hued with swirls of purple and black.

“Mortal,” the princess said, her tone playful. “This is such an… interesting place to find one of your kind.” Her eyes flicked around. “Many of your kind.”

“Just liberating some friends and family, Princess Siona,” my brother said.

“Yes,” I nodded. “Just a few thousand or so of close kin and fast friends who were cruelly taken from us and brought by force to Faerie. We meant no harm to your mother, the noble Queen Sidhe, by coming here.”

Princess Siona flicked her eyes around then settled on the corpse of Duke Gallchobhar. Delicate disgust wrinkled her expression. Her wings fluttered in agitation. “Yes, I am shocked by the… monstrousness of what I see here. To think a duke of my mother’s court could harbor something so foul on the land he governs in her name. On behalf of my mother, I apologize to you and your own…” She arched an eyebrows in question.

“Sven Falk,” my brother said. “My sister Kora, my slave Zanyia, and an aoi si warrior who aided us is named Ealaín, your Highness.”

“And who is your last companion?” the princess asked, her eyes staring past Sven to the trembling Aingeal.

“That is Nathalie,” Sven said, holding out his hand and beckoning to the freed people watching.

The naked and lithe girl darted from them, her small breasts jiggling as she rushed to my brother, her braided pigtails flying behind her. She reached my brother, taking his hand and falling to her knees beside him.

She enjoyed being his submissive.

“Another sex slave?” asked Princess Siona? “Is your sister one, too, or merely a lover?”

My cheeks burned and shifted. “You can… tell?”

The princess gave a mischievous grin. “It is writ across your brother’s face when he glances at you. That protective love he has for you, his two sex slaves, and for dear Aingeal behind there.” The princess cocked her head. “Have you found union with a mortal, traitor?”

My stomach sank.

“I have,” Aingeal said, her words surprisingly calm.

“Mother is still very wroth with you.”

Sven tightened his jaw. “Then she can be wroth with me. Aingeal is only here to help me stop this perversity happening on your mother’s lands. I won’t allow you to punish her for that kindness. She risked much to help us. She lost her wings battling the cruel duke who usurped her lands.”

The princess arched an eyebrow. “Yes, you are a passionate one, aren’t you? So she is under your protection?”

“Indeed,” my brother growled.

And though I knew this was foolish, that we couldn’t win against the faeries, I felt such love swell through me for my brother. He was standing fast for one of the women he loved. His heart so broad it could hold Ava, Aingeal, Zanyia, Nathalie, and myself in it. He had the courage to fight for us, to protect us to the very end.

I stepped up beside my brother while Zanyia crouched before us, hissing and ready to spring into action.

Purple energy surged from Princess Siona. I braced myself for the attack. It washed out of her in a ripple. I felt it tingle over me. I gasped, shocked it didn’t hurt. Instead, I heard metal popping, wood groaning, people crying out in delight.

“This is a perversity that will not be tolerated,” Princess Siona said. “Your kin and friends are free. They will be cared for and escorted from the lands of Faerie.” Something shifted in her face, something… lusty. “And you, Sven, I am willing to hear your passionate arguments for why Aingeal should not be punished for violating her exile?” The princess licked her lips, her wings fluttering. “In private.”

Sven gave her a cocky grin while I rolled my eyes. “Your Highness,” Sven said, “I would be more than glad to… persuade you. Many women have sung the praises of my skilled arguments.”

“I suspect they have given the loyalty of your women,” the princess said.

Pussy juices dripped down my thighs. The tension melted out of me. “Of course you found a horny faerie princess, brother mine.”

He grinned back at me and winked.

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Sven Falk

The pavilion grew out of grass and flowers in moments, springing out of a fountain of purple energy. The princess threw a coy look over her shoulder before she vanished inside with a shake of her fine ass. My cock throbbed hard in my trousers as I followed after her, passing through the soft curtains of fronts to find Siona lounging on a bed of flowers petals, her body shuddering.

“Now how did you convince that mischievous Aingeal to come back here?” asked Siona. “She was banished on pain of death. I never thought she would be foolish enough to return.”

“I suspect it was vengeance,” I answered, my hands going to the lacings of my leather jerkin, working on them as Princess Siona cupped her round breasts, pale fingers digging into her glittering flesh. “It didn’t take much convincing at all. When she found out what we plotted, she volunteered.”

Here eyes drank me in as I peeled off the jerkin, exposing my muscular body. She licked her lips then asked, “You haven’t known her long, have you?”

“I met her recently. Maybe yesterday. Time is hard to judge here.”

“And yet you’re willing to risk your life for her. You could just let us take her and leave with our blessing.”

“Not an option,” I growled. “Even if she weren’t my wife now. I brought her here, I wouldn’t abandon her.”

“Loyal…” She pinched my nipples. “You are an interesting man. You have an aoi si with you practically dripping in her armor with lust, a lamia mewling at your feet, a faerie as your wife, a sister who worships you, and a human slave-girl willing to do anything for you.”

I frowned? Did she imply Ealaín desired me? The aoi si hadn’t looked twice at me.

“I want a taste of that passion,” the princess continued. “Please me, and I will consider interceding on Aingeal’s behalf with my mother.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, you’re loyal, so you’ll die with your faerie-wife. Tragic, I know, but that is the fate of those who harbor traitors.” She spread her thighs, her purple bush glistening with her juices. “Now see if you can satiate me, rogue.”

To be continued…

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Young girls explore each other’s bodies and minds

Sophie Chap 1

Sophie was 13 when she realized her greatest asset was her body. Becky and Sean became her play things by age 15. For her 21st birthday a well-timed creamy squirt from her honey hole earned her an Italian sports car.

She had done her first double front somersault a month before her mom bought her the blue pokadot bikini for Adam’s going away party. She felt like a woman when she looked in the mirror. She thought she looked better than those girls in her dad’s magazines.

Sophie walked out to the Callaghan’s deck with Becky and suddenly felt even more self-conscious as the yard fell silent and all eyes turned to stare at her.

“You were a big hit today, Soph.” Becky said after the party. Sophie can almost taste the jealousy from her voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Becky.” Sophie turned away to hide a satisfying smirk. I DO look better than those models!

Sophie wasn’t completely oblivious to the changes, of course. There were lots more chats with boys recently and they mostly fumbled with their words. She found it funny that even Adam had forgotten how to talk in coherent sentences. It did upset her that sometimes he simply ignored her altogether.

Adam was Sophie’s cousin older by about a year. They didn’t know for sure because Uncle Robert found him in a gas station as a baby. Uncle Robert and Aunt Ellie brought him home and they’ve been a happy family ever since.

Becky’s family moved next to Sophie’s during the first year of kindergarten. They bonded immediately and have been BFFs ever since. Puberty hasn’t been kind to Becky though, mostly because it hasn’t arrived for her. Becky loved Sophie dearly, but she felt resentment and jealousy when it seems her friend commanded all the boys’ attention since last spring.

“I’m serious! Matt and Grant couldn’t take their eyes off you! Where did you get that bikini?”Sophie was brushing Becky’s long curls. Becky’ eyes stared at Sophie’s near-naked chest in the mirror.

“Come on Becky, stop it.” Sophie said apologetically, then added, “You were cute today. You and Sean talked forever!”

“Ya right, I’m just a flag pole next to you.”

And it was true. Sophie had gotten her mom’s curves. She was already a full b cup with an hour glass shape. Her gymnast legs completed the fitness queen body.

Becky was tall and still had a child’s long and lanky body. Heck, she still got freckles after a day in the sun. She knew she got THAT from HER mom.

Sophie stopped brushing and looked in the mirror. There was no denying the differences between the girls. Sophie’s brown bob barely touched her shoulders. The blue pokadots only partially covered her breasts. Becky’s tanned face and shoulders were mostly hidden by her long curls. Her white swimsuit covered the rest of her body. Two tiny dots were the only features on an otherwise flat landscape. They strained the thin fabric where Beckydesperately wantedwomanly peaks.

“When am I going to get boobs, Sophie?” Becky asked, almost begging, for an answer.
“I don’t know Becky, but you’ll get them soon.”

“When, Sophie?!” Becky demanded.

Sophie didn’t know what to say. She continued to brush the knotted curls.

“I bet Sean liked these!” She bent down and poked Becky’s nipple with the hair brush.

“Stop it, it tickles!” Becky chuckled, finally breaking out of her blues.

“Hey, do you ever play with them?” Sophie said sheepishly.

“No, that’s gross!” Becky screamed. Then after a few seconds, “Do you?” Becky asked quietly.

Sophie moved in close and whispered, “yeah, it’s usually after we hang up when I’m just lying in bed. I rub them like this. They tingle and I like it.” She brushed her own nipples with her thumbs. She drew a breath as the erotic sensation traveled to her clit.

Sophie looked at Becky’s face and thought her friend must think she’s some kind of pervert. She pressed on, whispersing, “and it tingles DOWN THERE!”

“Sophie!” Becky backed up covering herself as if she had been touched by a stranger.

Sophie was surprised her friend’sreactionand felt a bit let down. Becky sensed this and quickly changed the subject. “Do you think Adam will like it up there in Seattle?”

“I think so. He better anyway; Uncle Robert loves his new job there.” She spoke calmly as if the last 30 seconds didn’t happen.

“I’m going to take a shower. My hair’s all icky from the pool.” Becky said, trying to hide her blushing cheeks. The truth is Becky wanted to find out if her friend is right.

Sophie thought for a moment and took a breath, “can I see them?”

“See what?” She knew what she wanted but decided to play along.

Becky’s BFF didn’t answer. She grabbed Becky’s shoulders and turned her around. She stared at the two dots that have grown to eraser heads.

“what are you doing?” Becky was a bit nervous but didn’t want her friend to stop.

Sophie touched Becky’s left nipple. Becky backed away as if electrocuted. Her excited nipple sent waves thru her body shocking her backwards. Sophie giggled and moved closer. “it tingles, right?”

Becky didn’t answer but moved closer. She went to move the shoulder straps, but Sophie stopped her. “Don’t, I’m not done.”

Becky watched as Sophie’s fingers moved towards both nipples that were ready to burst thru the swimsuit and felt the shockwaves again and again as Sophie’s fingers rubbed and pinched her sensitive body.

Becky felt her face burn with excitement. She legs felt wobbly and a unfamiliar yet exciting feeling was building up in her tummy.

She thought Sophie must have felt the same; her bikini top was stretched by her own erect nipples. They’d been out in the sun all day and Becky could see Sophie’s tan lines and moaned with excitement.

“I see you areliking this too.”

Sophie didn’t answer but continue to caress and twist and pinch. Becky felt the smoothness of her palms again the thin materials of her swimsuit. When Sophie tugged at her breasts, she felt her nipples stretch with pleasure. The strange sensation down below grew stronger. She began to moan to announce her pleasure.

“Yo, dinner is ready!”

All at the same time they snapped out of the daydream, looked towards the voice, glad the door was closed and realized they’ve crossed a few lines.

“What do you want, Adam!” Sophie screamed as if thing s were still normal.

“Nothing, your mom said dinner’s ready, calm down!” Adam sounded really annoyed.

The girls finally let out their held breath when they heard the stairs creak.

“What did we just do, Sophie?”

“What’s the big deal?It feels good, right?”

“Ya, but I don’t think I should be doing this, not with you.” Becky sat with her head in her hands. It was spinning, her girl parts felt all squishy.

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Hi everyone, I promise i will finish Danielle and Liam’s story; I just wanted to make sure they get all the love and attention they deserve from me.

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This is chapter one of this series. There will be several chapters. Also, this story will tie INS, coincide, and interact with another author’s story on this sight. I hope you enjoy it. It is just a fiction fantasy and do not condone the acts within nor should this be attempted. I will welcome all comments positive or negative. However, I do request negative responders to speak intelligently if you wish me to take you seriously. I am an amateur at this so hopefully I will get better throughout the chapters.

Evil Souls Have No Limits

I am looking down at an enclosed file. After opening, I read over the file. The file lists my next target. I do not know what this man has done or who wants him dead. He and his family are my next targets. The client demands that an example is made of this family. This is usually why I am hired.

Reconnaissance starts with main target John. After a week was spent tracing and tracking his every move, habit, and routine. Next, his wife, two daughters, and son were followed for a week each, learning everything about them. Then, the plan to stage an entire families’ death comes into action.

The plan is simple, yet horrific and ruins the family name. The oldest daughter always goes out every Saturday night to spend time with her girlfriend, but returns home promptly at midnight. She takes a lot of verbal and emotional abuse from her entire family over desires to be with women. There is on occasion physical abuse or punishment according to the father as heard thru the audio bugs I have planted in the house. The hit will occur at exactly 12:45AM.

Saturday night parked down the street from the target’s house as midnight approaches. Just like clockwork, Amanda pulls into the driveway getting out and going inside the house. There is something different. I observe she has some erratic behavior and seems to be agitated. After she makes it inside, I check and note the time at 12:08am. I sit and wait until 12:36am. I get out dressed in complete black gear head to toe. Making my way around the house using a key I had made for the backdoor. I proceed to let myself in, looking at my watch mentally noting the time at 12:42AM.

Early Saturday evening looking in the mirror, that is in my room. My 17-year-old tight body is seemingly perfect with this pink short tank top revealing a fair amount of cleavage from my 32DD breasts and showing off my flat tanned stomach. My perfectly dark tanned sun kissed skin glowing on my 128 pound 5”4 body frame. My naturally silky shine straight black hair with two bleach blonde highlights on each side bring out my blue eyes and adorable smile. Looking down the tight black mini skirt hugging my curves and bubble ass so good, it is turning me on looking at it in a profile view. I have decided that I am looking flawless for my girlfriend tonight. I grab my purse and car keys walking out of my room and down the stairs. Before I can get out the door and leave, dad stops me.

“Bye daddy, I will be back at my usual time.”

John replies “have you lost your mind, you are dressed like a whore.” A brief pause and john continues, “If continue to see her, you are dead to me.”

“Daddy, please do not do this.” …… Fighting back a tear while looking at my mom, brother, and sister. “I just want to be accepted.”

( Slap… ) I scream as daddy’s hand slaps me across my face.

Daddy says, “Get out of my house and don’t come back unless you are cleaning out your room.”

I watch my daddy shake his in disgust hearing my mom, brother, and sister all bashing me for my openly bisexual lifestyle. Although this is not the first incident, this is the first time I got truly hurt and had enough of my families ridicule when daddy said “Your are no daughter of mine if you don’t stop this ungodly acts you will go to hell tramp.”

At that moment, a tear ran down my cheek as my daddy spit on my face following his statement. My mother, brother, and sister all hazing me they have done before.

I walk out not defending myself, as it has only brought on more harsh treatment in the past. Somewhat ashamed for disappointing my family, but feeling better once I think about Brianna. While driving to Brianna’s house, I can only fester over the fact that my family will never accept me and will only hate me more. My fears quickly turn to hatred. The more I try to resist the hate, the more it consumes me. I pull into Briana’s driveway. I start redoing my make-up that messed up as I left my house. Walking up to Brianna’s house, I press the doorbell button giving it a ring.

She answers the door quickly, opening it up and revealing her naked 124pd light tanned body perky 30d cup breasts with 1-inch areolas with hard nipples the size of the tip of my pinky fingernail. Her perfectly shaven pussy with a small glisten of wetness already formed and her supple round ass so tight.

“Hey baby, I have missed you so much.”

Brianna says, “I have so missed you to Mandy“

… I lean in, starting to give her a kiss with one hand going up, grabbing and caressing Brianna’s left tit while giving her nipple a hard pinch, my hand goes up grabbing Brianna’s throat. As my eyes close and our voluptuous lips lock, my hand squeezes her neck tighter and the anger and hatred of my family is consuming me. I want to kill my family and set me free. Not realizing my hand is choking Brianna as my brain is seeing my mother face to face, choking her to death.

My eyes open and I realize Brianna can’t breathe. She is slapping my arm, looking deep in her eyes I crack a small smile after letting go of her. She looks up at me saying, “Baby, we are defiantly staying in tonight.

I look at her as she gasps and smiles.

She says “Mandy baby…….mmmmmm… We have to stay in tonight.”

I say “So I got all dressed up for nothing.”

Brianna says “you know I love it when you are mean and rough, plus I’m way to wet now.”

I follow her to her bed room, watching her long blonde hair freely flow and her tight little ass popping with each step as we walk into her bedroom. I tell her this will not be like any other night.

Brianna just says “I hope not.”

I tell her to lie down on the bed. She obeys, lying on her back legs spread. I move to the edge of the bed leaning down on top of Brianna. Our lips lock, her breasts pressed against mine still covered in my pink tight tank top. My tongue explores her mouth, finding hers and swirling around. The French kiss were sharing is deep and passionate.

I slide a hand down between her legs. My fingers slide in her pussy up to her clit as I rub it slowly. After hearing her moan louder, I pull my hand back and slap her pussy hard. Her body spasms from my hard pussy spank. I continue to rub her clit teasing her and slapping her pussy. Her pussy is soaking wet and soaking her bed.

I smile leaning over still rubbing her clit, I take each of her nipples in my mouth. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around her nipples then flicking my tongue up and down, side to side. Her body continues to spasm. I know her orgasm is near. I grab her throat with my free hand pinning her head down to the bed and choking her hard. I can only imagine choking my mother, brother, and sister to death. My grip tightens and my fingers move faster in her pussy. Her tits bouncing as she convulses and fights for air and her orgasm. Her moans turned to silent gasps. I can see fear in her eyes even as she orgasms.

I release her throat and tell her to tell her she is going to eat me out now. I crawl further on the bed. She begs for a short break to catch her breath. I reach up, instantly slapping her across the face leaving a hand print as I sit on her face looking down at her; I still see the fear in her eyes. I am starting to realize the pain and aggression is turning me on more and every thought of me taking each of my parents and siblings lives just drives me even wilder. I rock my hips back and forth feeling her long wet tongue slide deep in my pussy, her lips sucking my pussy. Her tongue is punching in and out while swirling around my clit. I more loudly grabbing my fits pinching my own nipples through my tank top I never removed. I get so wet and try so hard to cum, but can’t seem to quite get over the edge until I think about killing my daddy by smothering him with my pussy. The thought of taking his life pushes me over the edge as I orgasm and cum all over Brianna’s face.

My cum oozes down her chin and neck as I get up taking my tank top off letting my big firm perky tits out. I tell Brianna to stand up. She does and I open her toy drawer getting out her expandable butt plug. Walking back, I kiss her tasting my fresh cum and pussy juice. As I break the kiss, I shove the butt plug in her mouth, back to her throat. She chokes and gags hard as I expand the plug to fill her throat. I leave it in her throat while I bend her over the bed I rub my hand across her ass slapping it hard. I love hearing her moan after each slap. I pretend it’s my brother begging for his life. My own pussy getting so wet its running down my leg. I release the plug from Brianna’s throat and immediately shove it up her ass and start to expand it. I take my petite hand and start pushing it in to her pussy making a fist once my hand is wrist deep. Brianna is moaning and whimpering in pleasure and pain. I start fist punching her pussy with the butt plug expanded deep in her asshole, stretching it. Brianna’s pussy is gushing down her legs. Her legs are getting shaky. I yell hitch you better not come without permission.

I hear a very whimper “yes man.”

I continue fisting her pussy harder and faster while raising my free hand to spank her ass hard repeatedly.

Brianna starts begging me. “Please may I cum” …..

I yell “no bitch.” She continues moan whimper and cry her ass is read pussy and ass stretched. She is still begging “please let me cum…… I can’t hold it…. please baby let me cum” ……

I ignore for 5 minutes until my arm is tired and I yell “Cum you fucking bitch…… cum….”

As soon as I do, Brianna releases a loud scream as her body convulses in a massive orgasm. She is losing control of her body.

My first thought is I wonder if the human body looks likes this while dying.

I pull my fist out entirely covered in cum. I immediately make her lick it off, while helping with my own tongue. I leave the big butt plug in her asshole stretching it. I bend over the bed sticking my ass up raising my skirt just a little.

I tell Brianna to lick my ass and make me cum and you better not let the butt plug come out or else.”

I feel her hands grab my hips lifting my skirt and her talented tongue slides up and down my ass crack making me moan. I push back against her as she picks up the vibrator off the floor and holds it against my clit. Her tongue sliding in and out of my asshole deep and her lips pressed firmly against my sphincter. I lay face down on the bed pinching my nipples till it hurts while Brianna sucks and tongue fucks my asshole, making my pussy gush over her hand and onto the floor.

My moans getting louder as I tell Brianna “Suck my nasty asshole, ohhh mmm fuck yesss… lick it good.” my nipple rock hard making myself squeal in pain. Brianna’s tongue is raping, punching, and sucking deep in my asshole with the vibrator on my clit.

I moan “I’m gonna cum.”

She digs her tongue deeper and rubs the vibrator around, sticking it my pussy too. It finally becomes too much. My body freezes and tenses up in pleasure as my orgasm is in full swing, my body spasms uncontrollably. Then my pussy squirts all over Brianna’s face and chest. I collapse on the bed as she climbs up beside me.

She says “aren’t you glad we didn’t go out now.”

To which I say “YES!!!…. Yes I am!”

Not revealing my new dark secret.

I tell her, ”Brianna I will not be able to see you after night because, I will be doing something horrible tonight that I do not want you involved in.”

I get up slowly putting my tank top and heels back on. Brianna sits up, chest still heaving, looking at me confused by my statement. Wanting to talk me out of it but, she can’t find any words to talk me out of what she doesn’t know is going to happen. I give her a kiss and tell her not to worry. Brianna tries to stop me and fights with me to stay. However, I leave a little bit earlier than I normally would as I have a stop to make before going home.

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I unlock the back door with my key I had made. I eased my way through the laundry room and into the kitchen. I hear odd groans and moans, not the typical laughter or arguing that I normally hear when eavesdropping. I step to edge of the opening to the living room I see the whole family spread out sitting in different seats in the living room.

The eldest daughter is on top of her mother, she cuts her mother’s top and bra off. It appears that the father, mother, little brother, and sister are incapacitated somehow. I stand in the doorway as I’m curious what is happening exactly but, I remain quiet.

I watch Amanda kiss her mother and then slide her lips down to her mother’s tits. Amanda’s moans are muffled by her mother’s tits in her mouth. It appears she is taunting her mother ever so often slapping her in the face while saying “your just a whore too momma”. “Now you’re no different than me” she says while pulling her tits out of her pink top and smearing them in her mother’s face.

Brianna is straddling her mother’s lap and suddenly I hear a very distinct unmistakable sound for someone with my history. I heard the gargling sound of someone choking on blood as their lungs fill with blood from being stabbed. I watch with interest as this asshole’s daughter is murdering her mother. She stabs a couple more times in her chest.

As she stands up and turns around, she takes a step towards her brother before realizing and seeing me standing in the doorway. She freezes and I begin to clap my hands applauding her.

I tell her “don’t stop on my account.”

I glance over at her mother’s lifeless naked body with 3 stab wounds. Just at that moment, she snaps out her frozen stare and starts to charge at me with the knife.

Instantly years of training went into over drive and I quickly analyze her every movement. First, I sidestep, grab her wrist and smash her arm downward forcing her arm to bend while making her knees bend. She drops the knife and I twist her arm back around her back. My other arm grabs her face and I pull her back slamming her to the ground on her back. At the same time while she is in mid air, I pull my Glock 45 and have it pressed to her forehead just as her back hits the floor.

Looking down in to her eyes, gun between her eyes, I tell her, “You have two choices bitch, die or entertain me.”

The look of shock on her face and fear in her eyes tells me she is an amateur killer and this was not a well planned murder she is partaking in.

Panic sets in.

“Please, please don’t kill me” she begs. “I will do anything you tell me”…

I quickly say, “Did you enjoy stabbing your mother.”

“Yes” she replies as her fearfulness seems to be fading quickly and she becomes confused by my question.

I reach my free hand down under her skirt feeling her wet pussy with no underwear on.

“Looks like you did more than enjoy it”

She nods. Then ask after looking around at her dad, brother, and sister still alive and drugged.

“What is your exit strategy?”

She looks more confused.

I shake my head “What’s your plan after you were done.”

She looks up at me, “I don’t know, I thought I could just run away.”

I pull the gun off her forehead taking a step back and putting my foot on the knife.

“Get up bitch”

She hesitates, but gets up, standing in front up me, her tits still pulled out of her pink tank top.

I smirk looking her over, “Amanda, I want to see you continue. Who was next?”

She is surprised I know her name but, abruptly points to her 14 year old brother.

I tell her, “go ahead and continue her plot.”

As she walks over to him, I holster my pistol, still standing on the knife.

She turns and sits in her brother’s lap and calmly asks “why are you here?”

“I’m here because I was hired to kill your father and his immediate family to make a clear example and statement but, you have given me a good start.”

She grinds her ass on her brother’s cock and asks “Are you going to kill me too?”

“Yes of course you will die, you are not anything special because you are being a slut and starting my job for me.”

She tenses up. “If you’re gonna kill, me just do it.”

“Amanda, you will die when I give you permission to die.”

She slides down to her knees in between his legs and turning to face her brother. She undoes his pants grabbing his cock.

She starts jacking him off and rubbing his cock and balls slowly, getting his cock hard. Once his cock is rock hard, she turns to me and says, “My plan was to cut his dick off and make him eat it.”

Quickly I tell her, “NO, you’re going to suck his cock like the two bit whore you are.” “You should know better than to get a cock hard and not make it cum” I yell at her.

She instinctively says, “Yes sir” and lowers her head down on her little brother’s cock, sucking it.

I walk up behind Amanda and pull her hair back so I can see her face going down on her brother’s cock. I raise my hand and swing down slapping her across the cheek. A red hand print is left on her face. She doesn’t even pause from sucking. I do it again this time harder and she lets out a squeal. I grab a handful of her hair, shoving her head down making her gag and choke violently.

I smile, “that’s right Amanda, your family can die seeing you be like the filthy fucking whore you are.”

She attempts to moan, but the chokes and gags muffle her feeble attempt at moaning. I grab her hips pulling her ass up and unzipping my pants. I thrust my thick 10 inch long cock into her shaven pink pussy. As my cock is thrust deep in her, she creams herself and orgasms hard. I find it a little strange that she is able to get so turned on and orgasm knowing that her family was going to be killed including her at some point.

I moan saying, “ohh yes, that’s it you little bitch you will be the last to die so I can use you like a cum dumpster slut.”

I grab a handful of Amanda’s hair, pulling her head back and off her brother’s cock as the moaning vibrations almost made him cum in her mouth even though he was still drugged and unable to move. Pulling her head back while pounding her pussy, I feel her pussy tighten quickly as she tenses up in another orgasm.

I smirk deciding to myself this might be the only girl I know that would get off to this.

I pull my rock hard wet cock from her gushing pussy and tell her, “get your sister over here and make her finish off your brother’s cock.

Amanda does as she was told, dragging her sister’s body to her brother putting her mouth on his cock. Amanda moves her head, bobbing it while rubbing her brother’s balls. I pull my pistol out, holding it in my hand. I wait for Amanda to make him cum. Just as he starts cumming in Amanda’s little sister’s mouth, I kick the back of her head down. His cock deep down her throat, he explodes, plastering her throat with cum.

“Any other use for your piece of shit brother.”

Amanda replies “no.”

I put the gun to his head and look into in his eyes; I can see the terrified emotions. He loses control of his bodily functions and pisses himself. Now, Amanda’s little sister is choking on cock, cum, and piss. I pull the trigger, a very quiet “thuttt” is heard and a piece of foam from the couch goes flying across the room as the bullet goes between his eyes and out the back of his head. His lifeless body goes limp. Amanda’s sister has convulsed as her lungs filled with piss, choking and drowning her, cock still in her mouth. We both watch as her little sister slowly and painfully dies, unable to lift herself off of her brother’s cock or breathe through her cum and piss filled lungs.

Amanda looks up at me, “that was exhilarating.”

“Shut the fuck up whore,” I say spitting in her face. “John, your fucking father, is all that’s left.”

I walk over in front of her dad. Looking at him I say, “I was paid to make an example out of you and your family and to make sure you knew that before watching your family die.” “Amanda get over here.”

She quickly moves over in the floor next to us. I grab her by her hair and shove my cock down her throat. Making her dad watch his oldest daughter get throat fucked after watching his wife, son, and other daughter get violated and murdered.

Amanda gags and chokes drooling all over my cock. Reaching down, I slap her across the face then paused and slapped her repeatedly. She surprisingly moaned on my cock after each slap. Her eyes are watering, make up smeared, and almost puking every time my cock hits her throat. I feel my cock tense up with an approaching orgasm. After a hard donkey punch to the back of the head and holding my entire cock down her throat, I start cumming, forcing her to swallow every drop. Her airflow completely cut off. Her face turned reddish purple as she was suffocating on my cock while swallowing my load. Just as her eyes roll back into her head I yank her head off my cock and she is silent for mere seconds. Then, freakishly inhales so deeply and loud, her chest puffed out, eyes wide, she is still struggling to regain her breathe.

Once she does, I say “Amanda, go give your father something to remember you by before he dies.”

She swiftly moves to her father still heaving deep breathes and heart racing. I notice a big wet spot on the floor where she was sucking my cock. Her pussy is gushing all over.

Amanda unzips her father’s pants and pulls his cock out and starts sucking and licking all over his cock and balls. It doesn’t take long for him to get hard and all he can do is watch his daughter bob her head up and down on his cock. Once his cock is rock hard in her mouth, she slides up in his lap. She lifts herself up and sits down on his cock and begins to ride.

Her hips rock slowly at first moaning “ohh fuck….. Fuck me Daddy…..ohhhh GOD YES FUUUUCCCKKK.”

The more her hips rock, the more she starts to bounce. Her big tits bounced in her daddy’s face. The torment and torture in her daddy’s eyes, is clearly getting her off. I step up closer behind her. Her moans are getting louder, longer, and more erratic. Soon she explodes in an orgasm but, she does not stop riding him.

I spread her cheeks apart rubbing the head of my cock on her non-lubed tight little asshole. Pushing her forward, I shove my dick in her ass, she tenses up and screams. Her moans of pleasure are mixed with moans and whimpers of pain. I thrust my cock in and out not caring if she liked it or not. Her big, firm, and perky teen tits bouncing all in her daddy’s face while my cock slams deep in her asshole. My big balls slapping the bottom of her pussy with her daddy’s cock still deep in her pussy. She screams in pain then, moans in pleasure. She cannot help herself, her body tenses up again while she gets double penetrated by her daddy and a stranger that’s going to kill her.

Her pussy juice and cum is draining out all over her daddy’s cock. Keeping my cock deep in her asshole stretching it out, I grab a handful of hair, pulling her back off her daddy’s cock. Her legs fall to the floor and push her head down, making her face go right to his cock. Then, I grab her hips and commence to plowing her ass hard. Tears of pain roll drip from her eyes onto her daddy’s cock while she takes it deep down her throat. Refusing to back off or slow down, railing her ass with no mercy. My cock begins to swell.

Surprisingly to Amanda, he daddy begins to cum in her mouth. He fills her mouth full of hot, sticky, and salty cum. She sucks it good and swallows everything. Only a little bit escaped her mouth. She licks up what escaped her mouth in between her screams as I never let up from railing tight ass. My balls bouncing off her pussy making loud slap noises with each thrust. I grab her hair in one hand yanking her head up making her look her father in the eyes. At the same time, I thrust all 10 inches up her asshole as my cock expands more; she screams and I blow my load deep in her ass. Each shot of cum stretches her ass slightly more.

Her father’s horrified look in his eyes was simply priceless and satisfying for Amanda and I, even though I could not see the satisfaction on Amanda’s face. I pull my tactical knife and upper cut the knife into john’s mouth. The blade stabbing through his throat and into his brain and I leave it. I step around the couch, Amanda still bent over in shock looking up her daddy’s face. She can’t stop staring. I push his head forward and down putting the gun to the back of his head pulling the trigger twice. The bullet flies through the back of his head and out the front flying down and hitting him in the cock and leg.

The bullet mere inches from Amanda’s face, she screams jumping back saying “WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK…….. YOU CRAZY SON OF A BITCH!”

The fear sets back in as she realizes everyone is dead and it is her turn with time running out.

I walk quickly to her as she back up against the wall. Holding the gun up to her head with the barrel between her eyes, I glance down over her naked body covered in cum, sweat, and blood.
My next words to Amanda are: “There is something about you. I Like it. It reminds me of myself from a long time ago.”

I pause briefly, then, grab her wrist turning it around forcing her body to turn pressing her face first into the wall. I holster my Glock then, pull a zip tie out and tie her hands together behind her back.

I grab her hair, pulling her head back. “Do you want to live?”

She replies “YES!” with what she muster after all the action.

“Good, you interest me. I have never seen anyone else get off to this much less start without me.”

She is confused but doesn’t question me. Then, I pull her by her hair dragging her naked self to the door. Once I check to make sure the street is clear from any moving traffic, I take her out to the car I came in and pop the trunk pushing her in and breaking the open trunk pull cord from inside the trunk and then close it.

I get in the car noting the time at 3:58am. Daylight will be showing pretty soon. I pull away and drive for 5 hours only stopping once for gas, water, and a snack. I pull into a small field out in middle of an abandoned rock quarry. I get out and uncover my small engine plane from under a tree.

Then, I get Amanda out of the trunk. Her eyes had to adjust to the burning sun in the daylight. Her naked body covered in dried blood and cum.

She asks. “What are going to do with me?”

I turn her to face me. “I am going to give you a new life as a mercenary assassin. I will train you and teach you everything you need to know. Of course, you will live with me on my secluded island and work for me.”

Her confused look quickly turns to a little smirk.

“Do you accept?”

“Yes…. YES! I accept!” she replies.

“Good!” I say while turning her back around and cutting the zip tie that was binding her hands behind her back.

“What were you going to do if I did not accept?”

“Put you back in the trunk and send you over the edge into the 200ft deep rock abandoned water filled rock quarry over there.”

She gives me a kiss and says, “thank you for freeing me from my family and offering me a new life.”

“You are welcome. Now, drive the car over to the edge and let it go off into the rock quarry while get the plane started.”

“Yes sir!” she replies and promptly does as she is told.

After the get the car over the edge, she walks back to the plane. I open the door to allow her to climb into the second seat of the plane. We take off and once we get into the air, I get us set on the course back to my secluded private island off the Atlantic coast. I fly low enough to remain off the radar from any airports or military bases.

Amanda asks, “Can I suck your cock while you fly?”

“Yes,” I reply lifting my left arm up allowing her to undo my pants.

She pulls my cock out and start to suck on it. Her tongue licks the head slowly and takes the head of my cock in her mouth sucking it and popping it back out.

“MMMM…YESSS” I moan

She takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Sucking hard and her tongue rolling all around my cock as she begins to bob up and down. She sucks my cock hard and fast with a passion. My cock grows harder and harder in her mouth. Her drool was getting sloppy all over my cock. She goes down almost taking all of my cock in her mouth. Choking and gagging herself.

She pulls off briefly to say “Please cum in my mouth.”

She goes back down sucking my cock hard and fast; her head bobbing up and down relentlessly on my cock with my balls on her chin. I let out a loud moan. I am getting very close to blowing a load in her mouth. My cock grew harder as I hold back my orgasm. Just as her head goes down, almost taking my entire cock. I put my hand on the back of her head and start to blow my load in her throat. My thick load of cum plastered her throat and clogged it. After I finish I let her back off as she sits back in her seat she chokes and gags with my cum stuck in her throat. After a few a seconds, she pukes my load up on her chest. My cum slowly oozes out of her open mouth and down her chin. It drops down over chest. She starts to rub my cum all over her tits.

I tell her “Good Job!”

After an 8 hour flight, my island is in sight and descending to land. After smooth approach and flawless landing I pull the plane into my hanger.
Amanda admires the beauty of my island and my very large luxurious mansion that doesn’t even hint at the underground portion or the technology that I have it loaded with.

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Mummy Whore

Chapter Two

After Sues return to Eleanors having left mom tied to her bed, we enjoyed a few glasses of wine and chatted about mothers capabilities. Sue admitted she had never had sex with another woman before, but thought mother was adequate with her mouth skills. It was decided that all three of us would make mother tongue us the next morning and assess her talents.

We were tired after our nervous day and play and Sue ordered a taxi and went home, and Eleanor and I fell asleep in each others arms. Horny as I was, the day had taken its toll as well as the wine we had drunk. I would love to recount how Eleanor and I had made hot sex that evening but I was just shattered. What was so nice thought was to sleep next to Eleanor sometimes that is just enough.

Soon day break shone through the window, waking me from my deep slumber. As I stirred Eleanor woke too. We smiled at each other and pulled ourselves into an embrace, we lay there holding each other in a warm contented cuddle, still only half awake.

We were finally brought fully awake by Sue texting me. She was asking what time to come round to mothers to test her pussy licking abilities. I told her to go straight round and we would meet her there and not to wash her pussy. Eleanor heard me and looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. I explained it would be fun to give mother some smelly dirty pussies to lick.

To save dressing fully Eleanor put on a long leather coat and lent me a long pvc coat slipping our shoes on we went back next door. I went upstairs to free mother. I pulled off the sheet covering her and found she had pissed the bed, and I could also see dried tears on her face.

I undid her bounds and allowed her to stand which she did with some discomfort, struggling to get her limbs to move again after being confined. I ordered her to clean up the mess and to shower and then to join us down stairs. It was amazing to see how meakly she accepted her new status and went about her orders.

I went back downstairs to Eleanor who had made a nice cup of tea which we sat down and drank while waiting for Sues arrival. Soon Sue knocked at the door and entered the room, she looked great in skin tight jeans and top. I must admit I had a new admiration and lust for my old school friend who had hours earlier taken mothers lesbian virginity.

As we heard mother come down the stairs Sue began to peel her jeans off showing off her newly shaven pussy. She pulled her tshirt over her head showing her pert breasts “mmmm” I thought to myself “I must make time to play with Sue properly”.

We heard mother coming down the stairs and turned to watch her enter. She blushed in her naked embarrassment, naked that is apart from the slave collar that I noticed she hadn’t removed. Mother came and stood before us and I beckoned her to kneel.

I spat out with venom. “Well mother we have some rather sweaty dirty pussies that need cleaning, and we thought that you would be ideal to clean them. But we also want to make sure you can give us pleasure as you do it. The next pussy you lick maybe a paying customer so make sure you do a good job.”

Sue had the honour of going first, as this was not a new pussy to mother. Sue straddled mothers face pulling her pussy lips apart. Mother stuck her tongue out eager to taste Sue again. Sue lowered her pussy just onto the tip of mothers tongue. Mother herself was at full stretch showing just how eager she was to taste Sues delicous looking pussy.

I was dying to touch my own pussy watching the display but didn’t want to destroy any aroma from my cunt. Instead I walked up to Sue and began to lick her nipples. Her breasts looked sensational to me and I just couldn’t help myself. I tasted her sweat and flesh, inhaling her own bodily perfume which to me was devine.

I couldn’t help myself, I was so turned on, I kissed Sue deep on the lips and held her breast in my hand. I could feel her nipple harden under my palm as I gently squeezed. My other hand journeyed south to her bald pussy. I started to rub Sues clitoris feeling my mothers tongue brush against my finger as she continued to suck at Sues pussy.

I was aflame with lust for Sue as we kissed deeply, it must have got her going too for soon her hips started bucking and she came leaving her juices spread all over mothers face. Sues legs nearly gave way and she only just managed to find a chair to sit on. Eleanor gave mother no rest she walked over to mother and slapped her across her face.

“That is for making lewd remarks about me to your pervert friends. Now lick my cunt you slut and make sure you do a good job”

Eleanor shrugged off her leather coat and looked amazing, like a goddess emerging as the coat fell to the floor around her. She stepped over it in her 4 inch heels and sat down, her legs over each arm of the chair. She motioned for mother to scoot over between her legs. As mother began to tongue the damp pussy in front of her Eleanor held the back of mothers head hard against her pussy.

I knew I could not hold out much longer without release, and asked Sue to lie on the floor I straddled her face lowering my burning pussy onto her sweet lips. As Sue did a great job on my pussy I imagined how left out mother would be feeling, still not able to get a taste of my cunt. Instead I watched my sexy neighbour get pleasured by mother. I could tell by the looks on Eleanors face that she was enjoying the attention she was receiving.

“Cmon Maggie lick that dirty cunt of mine, cmon I know you can do better.Yes drink up my juices slut”

Sue was very talented and I soon I spasmed as I came over her face, watching the lewd scene between Eleanor and mother. The dirty talk helping to send me over the edge. I moved so that I could kiss and lick my juices from Sues face. Over my shoulder I could hear Eleanor shout out swear words as she too came.

As Eleanor moved away from mother I saw mom look over at me with a look of disappointment on her face. It was obvious that she was desperate to taste her daughters pussy. I stood up shakily from Sue and walked towards mother.

“You look like your dissapointed to miss out on licking my cunt you filthy incestous whore. Is that true slut” ?

“Yes Julie I have been dreaming of how you taste for so long. Julie I have done what you have asked of me so far and was hoping to have a treat in return”

I laughed in her face “Well mother it is for your mistress to decide when or if that will ever happen”.

With that said, I straddled her face and grabbed a fist full of her hair. I pulled her face close to my pussy. With my other hand I opened my wet pussy lips wide. As I looked down at her I could see she was inhaling the scent of my open pussy and had look of longing in her eyes. She began to stick her tongue out hoping for a taste of my sex.

I teased her for a while toying with my pussy showing how wet I was. I dipped a few times just letting my pussy touch her tongue for the briefest moment before taking it away out of reach. I could tell she was getting turned on and excited but decided to end this game.

“Here it comes mom, I hope your ready for it”

Her eyes went wide in anticipation of a treat but that soon disappeared under a torrent of my hot steaming piss. To her credit mother kept her mouth open, eager I guess to even get a taste of her daughters piss. She gulped down a good mouthful, and I took the opportunity to make sure her hair was covered too. I must say I did find it exciting to see mom with her hair soaked with my piss.

I let go of her hair and ordered her up to the bathroom to get cleaned up. Eleanor invited Sue back to her home to get cleaned up and redress. They told me that they would see me soon and we kissed goodbye. After a drink of coffee I followed mother up to the bathroom to clean myself up.

I went in to the spare room which was now to be mothers room and found her drying herself off. “So mother is this what you expected your fantasies to be like”

“No Julie I don’t know what I expected in real life, it was always just a dirty dream of mine. I never expected to actually be doing any of this”

“So mom how do you feel now at the start of your training and whoredom, are you still excited by it and looking forward to experiencing all of your filthy desires?

“I don’t know Julie its all come as a bit of a shock, I guess I have enjoyed some of it so far but I am so scared of what you will get me doing. I don’t think I can do some of the things I have written about”

I explained to mother that she should have been more careful in what she had written, and that she should have made sure no one could have found her files. I told her her future was sealed at my whim, and that I was enjoying things greatly, and that was all that mattered to me. I also told her it was time to get dressed for whatever the day would bring.

I chose a silver spandex crop top for her and a very short silver pvc skirt to go with it. Just a few of the items Eleanor and I had chosen for mother to look like the whore she was to be. She was given some heels to wear and told to put on some slutty make up then come to me to help me dress.

I dried my hair and combed it, enjoying my nakedness I sat and applied my own Cleopatra style make up before I decided what to wear. As I mentioned before Eleanor had helped me find clothes that were elegant yet sexy so I went to look through some of my new purchases.

The lingerie jumped out me straight away, a lovely purple satin set of bra, suspender belt and panties. I cut off the tags and slipped myself in to the luxurious items. It all felt so nice against my skin and I was glad that Eleanor had introduced me to the finer things in life. Next I chose a white satin blouse sheer enough to show the bra through, a little tease for mother!

I called mother through to help me with my stockings. She appeared and I approved of her make up, just slutty enough for her face. I gave mother the packet of seamed stocking and sat on the edge of the bed. I presented her with my foot and she began to roll the fine nylon up my legs. I warned her to make sure the seam was straight and not to ladder them.

I loved the feeling of the stockings being rolled up my legs and once I was happy the seams were straight, I instructed mother to attach the clasps of the suspenders. I was just dying to wear my new leather pencil skirt which finished a few inches below my knee. The leather was so soft and supple, and the smell of the leather was so arousing. As mother held it for me I stepped into the skirt and had mother zip it up and adjust it so it was just right. I knew mother wouldn’t be able to resist touching my ass as the leather moulded to it and I was right. I felt her hand brush against my ass and I turned and grabbed her wrist.

“How dare you slut. Until I say otherwise you look but don’t touch. Now bend over and lift your skirt”

Mother did as I told her and I made her grip her ankles as I picked up my riding crop. I slapped her ass hard as I could with my hand, leaving a pleasing hand mark on her buttocks. I lined the crop up with a nice fleshy part of her ass and drew back my aim. I rained six sharp hard whacks with my crop all over her ass turning it a nice pink colour.

“Now slut let that be a lesson it is early days in your training so I have been lenient so far. Just so you know Eleanor introduced me to a proffessional dominatrix and I have spent some time learning the ropes as it were. So you had better learn how to please me don’t you think”?

I saw the surprise on mothers face as she took in the idea that I had spent time with such a woman and I also detected a flush of excitement as she pictured me with a proffessional domme.

“Yes Mistress Julie I will try my best to control myself and serve you better”
I was pleased with mothers reply and ushered her downstairs to fix me a drink of gin and tonic. Another thing that I was introduced to by Eleanor. I found it to be more refined than the usual things a woman my age would usually be seen drinking. After I had found a nice wide belt to go with my outfit, I followed mother downstairs and turned the computer on.

I was eager to see if mother had any interest from her website so I logged in, just as mother came and handed me my drink. She saw with horror the full website and the pictures that Sue had added. Once I had looked at the site and was pleased with the pictures and layout I switched to the messages folder. After all the expenses over the last few days it was important that mother began to earn her keep.

I sent mother away from the computer to sit on the sofa so she couldn’t see the messages as I opened the inbox. There were a few messages waiting, and I read them with interest and sent a few replies. But one stood out, it said that a lesbian couple were in the area for a few days, and that the lady who had sent the message wanted to treat her girlfriend to a sexy surprise. Whats more this email had a phone number. I noted the number and took my phone to Eleanors, making sure mother couldn’t get up to any mischief by tying her to a chair.

Once I was at Eleanors I explained to her and Sue what was on the website. With trembling hands I tapped the number into my phone and heard it ringing. I took a deep breath as the phone was answered.

“Hello is that Jennifer, you left a message on my website”?

“Yes this is Jennifer and I was very interested in your services”

“Ok well this Julie the owner of the merchandise you are interested in how can we help you”

“Oh well Julie, my girfriend has a fantasy of dominating an older lady which although I am older than her, I feel I can not help her with as it does nothing for me. When I saw your website and location, I thought it would be a perfect way to treat her,and be a good end to our holiday up here”

I explained to Jennifer the prices, and we agreed a fee and time for them to come over. I slumped in a chair my heart beating. It was all real now and there could be no going back. Sue handed me a drink to steady my nerves and I told them all about the phone conversation. We chatted for a while and shared a few drinks before I made my way back home.

I unleashed mother and told her that her first client would be here soon. At first she was panicking and begging for me to stop it happening. I put on a stern demeamour and picked up my riding crop.

“This is going to happen mother, so you had better get used to the idea,I have warned you already today not to displease me”

I flexed the crop and mother nodded her consent, not that I needed it. I gave her a briefing of the phone conversation and what would be expected of her. I told her to go and have a quick freshen up and come back quickly as her clients would be here soon. As I said that my phone buzzed and I saw that there was a text to say they were on their way and would be here in ten minutes.

Mother came back into the room after freshening up and I stood close to her, facing her. As I told her that her clients were nearly here I could see the panic and alarm on her face. I stroked her breasts and nipples through her spandex top, and watched as her face changed to one of arousal and calmness. Just as she submitted to my touch I took hold of her nipples and began to squeeze. At first I could tell she was enjoying it but as I began to squeeze harder and twist Pain flashed across her face.

I carried on until I heard the doorbell ring, My aim had been to make mothers nipples hard so they showed through the shiny silver spandex top. I took hold of her face with both hands and fixed her gaze with my eyes.

“Now slut this is what you craved in your smutty surfing and emails. Make me proud, and do your job well and with no complaining.”

I sent mother to go and answer the door. From where I was sitting I could not see the two clients until they stepped into the room. The lady I had been talking to came in first and I put her age to be early forties. I stood and shook her hand introducing myself to her. As I did I took a better look at her. She introduced herself as Jennifer and as I could see she was a slim and attractive with long straight brown hair, and nice hippyish clothing, long flowing black skirt and lacy top.

The next to enter was a vision of beauty Jennifer introduced her as Katie She appeared to be my age. And dressed for the occasion in full riding gear shiny rubber riding boots, nice tight white jodphurs, crisp white blouse. And carrying her own riding crop.

I bid the two clients to sit on the sofa and ordered mother to fetch us all drinks. Mother looked scared out of her wits. When she returned and handed us our drinks I made her stand in the corner with her hands on top of her head. I took the fee from Jennifer and enquired about their journey and made small talk. I asked Katie if there was anything she required before I left them to it.

“Well Julie, Jennifer did mention a picture of” She pointed at mother.

“Oh feel free to call her slut,whore or Maggie” I added.

“Oh yes well there was a picture of the slut with a horse tail sticking out of her ass. As you can see equestrianism is one of my fetishes”. Looking at her lovely ass in those tight jodphurs it was rapidly becoming one of mine!

“Ah yes I see Katie, that is not a problem” I called over to mother “slut go and fetch the horsetail”.

Mother entered the room with the fore mentioned butt plug and I made her bend over in front of us all and pull up her short pvc skirt. I applied some lube to the butt plug and handed it back to mother and instructed her to shove it into her ass infront of us all. I thought that it would be nice and humiliating for mother to have an audience for this degrading act.

We watched as mother struggled with the slippery rubber object. Then as she got it started we watched as her anus was stretched,hearing her groans of pain as it gradually went in.

I made my excuses and wished the two clients to have fun and told them to come and ask if there was anything else they needed. I took myself upstairs out of the way. I took out my laptop and logged into mothers emails.

Back downstairs Jennifer went up to her girlfriend the younger Katie kissing her strongly on her lips. Katie hugged her back looking deeply into her lovers eyes, the smile on their faces sharing the deep love between them better than words could convey.

“Enjoy your present my love show me how you would treat a whore in your dreams. Show me the other part of you”

With that Jennifer squeezed Katies hands, and pecked her on the lips before settling on the sofa to watch the show. Katie made Maggie stand and just as Julie had before her, Katie began to carress Maggies breasts. Passion rising within her, she started to maul Maggies tits harder twisting at the nipples jutting through the spandex top. Mother winced at the sharp pain and bit her lip. Katie pulled mothers top off over her head exposing the pale flesh of her breasts. Again she pulled and twisted the hard nipples, watching the pain etched on mothers face.

Katie started to slap mothers breasts, the sound of the slaps reached me upstairs. Each slap made mothers breasts swing from side to side. Soon the skin began to become a nice crimson colour and tears streamed from moms eyes.

Katie made mother peel of her pvc skirt, and soon mom was naked apart from her high heeled shoes and the horsehair butt plug sticking rudely out of her ass. Mothers head was forced down until she had to kneel on the floor. From her bag Katie took out what looked like a handful of leather straps. Once she had sorted them out she straddled mothers back and began to fit what turned out to be a bridle which she forced into mothers mouth. Connected to this was a set of reins. Katie picked up her crop and sat on mothers back.

Katie dug her heels into mothers thighs and flicked her crop on moms ass. Mother took the hint and moved forward, carrying her client mistress around the room. Katie pulled the reins to stear mother, whose mouth was drooling with the cold metal between her teeth. The metal pulling back the corners of her lips painfully.

After a few circuits of the room mother was sagging from the weight on her back. Katie pulled back on the reins bringing mother to a halt. Katie told mother she wasn’t impressed with her efforts and like all good horses she would need breaking in. She asked Jennifer to hold on to the reins tightly as she took a longer riding crop from her bag.

Katie tortured moms ass for quite a while, Leaving marks that would still be there for a few days. Mother was crying now, her fantasies turning out to be harder than she had dreamt about. Katie made mother pull off her rubber riding boots and forced her sweaty feet into moms face. Mother gagged at the smell as Katie wiped the sweaty smell all over moms face. Katie then ordered mom to lick her feet clean. Mother screwed up her face at the thought of licking the sweaty feet but never the less started her task. Katie slapped mother across the face for screwing up her face, telling her she should be honoured to be allowed to worship her like this. Mother then made an extra effort with her licking of Nikkis feet.

Katie stood and undid her jodphurs and peeled them off her legs. She replaced her boots and lay back on the floor. She motioned to her pussy “you may lick me slut and do a job at it”. Mother crouched between the cruel mistresses legs and opened up the wet pussy with her fingers. As she bent her head towards the moist opening she was assaulted by the strong unwashed smell of Nikkis pussy.

“You didn’t expect me to wash my pussy when I have a slave to do it for me did you” Katie giggled.

Fearful of upsetting her mistress further, mother continued to place her tongue on her mistresses pussy. She tried not to show her disgust at the strong aroma and taste of urine on the pussy in front of her. But strangely after a short time the situation, and the taste and aroma started to arouse her. Mother threw herself into the task with added enthusiasm.

Katie cooed with pleasure “yes slut thats it your doing well, carry on like that and you will please me”. She waved Jennifer over “is the whore wet darling, why not do what you usually like to do with a cunt like that”? Jennifer moved behind mother and began to rub her fingers against moms pussy. Mother gave a gasp of pleasure realising she was finally going to get some relief from her pent up horniness.

Jennifers fingers began to get slick from the juices now pouring from moms hole. She began to finger mother slowly. Gradually she managed to get three fingers working in and out of mothers slick whore hole. As Jennifer tried to get a fourth finger in mother started to squirm with pain and push Jennifers hand away.

She took her tongue away from Nikkis pussy to protest,earning her another swipe across her face. Katie asked Jennifer to look in her bag for their cuffs. But Jennifer had to report that they must have left them at their hotel. Thinking on her feet Jennifer came up to me to ask if she could borrow a pair. I cursed myself for not having all the equipment on show for our clients to see and use,not very proffessional of me I thought to myself.

I found a nice pair of leather cuffs and was invited by Jennifer to come and see what was happening. I sat where Jennifer had been sitting before, ensuring I would have a good view of the action. Jennifer grabbed mothers wrists and cuffed them behind her back. She stripped off and dipped her fingers in her own soaking pussy. Soon she began to feed her fingers back into mothers soaking hole. Try as she might she couldn’t get all her fingers into moms cunt.

Mother looked to be in pain from it, and Jennifer looked to be disappointed that she hadn’t been able to fist mother. The pain mother showed though had spurred Katie to have a massive orgasm from mothers tongueing. Mothers face was covered in Katies juices, and we all laughed at how she looked with her slutty make up messed up by Katies pussy and cum.

Mother looked so embarrassed and humiliated to be in this state and we all added to it by calling her names and saying what a pathetic mess she was. Katie and Jennifer both played with their pussies as they humiliated mother. Mom on the other hand added to the mess she was in by starting to cry. This didn’t stop Katie and Jennifer at all infact it spurred them even more both with their name calling and pussy play. Finally mother couldn’t take any more and ran out of the room. We all laughed at her as she ran out. We managed to compose ourselves and as Katie started to redress I fetched them both a glass of wine.

As we relaxed I got positive feedback from the pair about mothers performance, and Jennifer mentioned how she loved fisting and that mother needed to be trained to accept a fist. I admitted that it was not something I had ever tried but the thought of it really appealed to me.

The sexy two opposite me shared a glance at each other, and Katie casually invited me to their hotel that evening. She went on to explain that there was a fancy dress party there that night and that it was a hotel frequented by lesbians. I accepted the invite gladly. Just as they left Jennifer leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear “make sure your cleaned out well hunni. Because we are going to have lots of fun together”.

As soon as the sexy pair left Sue and Eleanor burst through the door, eager to know how things had gone. I gave them a breakdown of the afternoons events, and Eleanor offered to set up a fisting regime to train mother. She also said she would get Clara to help, the dominatrix that I had gone to to learn how to train mother! I said I thought was a great idea.

I also told the of my impending date with the clients that evening, and of the fancy dress party as I spoke a dreadful thought occured to me I had nothing to wear. I looked at the clock and realised there would be no time for me to get to the shops. I explained my dilemma to my guests.

Sue stood up and grabbed my arm “I have just the thing” as she pulled me out of the door I just had time to ask Eleanor to check on mother. Sue was visibly shaking with excitement at dressing me up and I got a little worried about what she had in mind for me. As she drove me to her place she never stopped talking. Sue kept saying it would be like old times,like when we were kids playing dress up.

We got to her house were she still lived with her mother, and she dragged me inside and upstairs towards her bedroom. We passed her mother Sarah on the landing and managed a quick hello to each other. Sarah raised an eyebrow at us as I was propelled into Sues bedroom.

I sat on Sues bed as she excitedly opened her wardrobe door her back to me she sorted through her racks of clothes.

“I have had this for quite a while now and it will be nice and snug on you but that will make it all the better for you”

Sue turned around and she was right it would be perfect. In her hands was a wonder woman outfit. I had seen re runs of the series on tv, I remembered how wonderful Linda Carter looked in the outfit, and now I was going to get the chance to try one on.

Sue made no effort to leave as I began to undress looking back I don’t know why I didn’t strip off in her en-suite, as after I was naked I asked to use her shower. Once I was dry I re-entered Sues bedroom catching her with her hand in her panties. She removed her hand remarkably quickly and blushed so cutely, Sue helped me into the outfit and did my make up for me. We realised that one crucial element was missing, the sexy red leather boots. Sue was cursing at herself as she had recently thrown hers out as they had got worn out.

Sue looked puzzled for a while racking her brains to where she could get some boots. Suddenly she leapt in excitement and literally dragged me out of her bedroom.
“mum, mum where are you”.

I was mortified that I’d be put in front of Sues mother dressed so sluttily, the irony of this was not lost on me as I was now getting a taste of how Sue felt the night before.

Sues mother shouted back thats she was in her bedroom and for us to come in. Taken by hand Sue took me into the large bedroom. Sarah had her back to us as we walked in, she was obviously dressing for a posh do as she was in a very expensive looking emerald green dress.

“Julie be a dear and do my zip up for me”

With trembling hands I zipped up the back of Sarahs dress. I was nervous as like Sue had a thing for my mother I had also always liked Sarah In my own nieve way. As she turned around I was speechless. Sarah looked so slim and elegant in her dress, her eyes sparkled matching the neckless around her naked neck. Her blonde hair tumbled in sensual curls around her shoulders. And her smile lit up the room.

“Well Julie look at you quite you have become quite the little heartbreaker” she took my hand and looked me deep in the eyes “And what can I do for you”

My heart fluttered at the attention of this middle class older woman. Sue broke the tension by asking her mother about her red boots. Sarah opened her closet and I could see row upon row of sexy shoes, at the side of these were numerous pairs of boots some extremely sexy and the types you would never leave the house in. This shocked me that this classy posh lady had such a sexy secret side to her.

Sue took hold of a pair of Red boots that would be perfect for the wonder woman outfit and ushered me to try them on. They felt perfect as I slid into them and I felt strangely sexy as the outfit came together. My pussy moistened at the thought of walking into a room full of lesbians dressed like this. The thought that I would be having sexy kinky lesbian sex whilst wearing Sarahs boots also gave me a sexy tingle.

I could feel the eyes of the mother and daughters undressing me as I stood in the bedroom. I felt awkward being the centre of the sexual tension in the room. The feeling of being lusted after in such a way was so alien to me. The room felt still like time was standing still and I started to feel uncomfortable under their gazes.

Unable to take it anymore, I looked at the clock. And informed them that I would be late if I didn’t make a move for the hotel, where the former clients of mothers were waiting for me. Sue snapped back into life and demanded a photograph of me before she dropped me off. I posed for a couple of shots before Sarah demanded a couple of photos too. So I posed with Sarah for some more pictures, her arms squeezing me tight to her.

Sue dropped me off at the hotel, and with some trepidation I walked through the entrance looking for a function room that had a party going on. Finally after walking around the lobby, I followed the noise of some music and found the correct room.

Nervous as hell I entered the room. Thinking of myself as a lesbian, although thrilling was still a new concept for me. I looked around at the variety of women some drinking together and some dancing with each other. As I walked towards the bar I felt eyes following me and I acknowledged smiles and winks aimed at me. I felt on top of the world, part of something at last. I was now part of a sisterhood, and I understood who I was, and it felt so good

By the time I got to the bar my mouth was so dry, I settled at a chair at the bar, and ordered a gin and tonic. I hadn’t looked to see who I was sitting next to,nerves I guess. But soon I felt a hand on my arm and I looked to see a vision of sexiness. It was Jennifer dressed as a red indian. She looked so different gone were her glasses she now had in her contact lenses. She had a figure hugging black dress with fringes at the bottom It also had an Indian style detailing around her neck which was echoed by the same detailing on her head dress, a band going around her forehead really set off the outfit, and framed such a beautiful face. The Indian outfit was finished by a pair of grey brown boots that finished just below her knee.

“Wow” I said “you look so different, stunning” Jennifer squeezed my arm her face showing how pleased she was to see me.

“Julie you made it we thought you wouldn’t show, I am so pleased to see you, you look incredible. What a sexy outfit it’s perfect for you. Here let me get you another drink”

I hadn’t realised my glass had emptied so quickly, and gladly accepted Jennifers offer. I began to feel more comfortable with my surroundings, and relaxed in the company of my sexy companion. We chatted about lots of different things for a while, before I even realised Katie was no where to be seen. I tried looking around the room for her but without any luck. I asked Jennifer what Katie had come in hoping for a hint.

“Well She is abit shy, her outfit is quite revealing she wants to make an impact, and then for us to have some fun. I will send her a text and let her know you are here”

Jennifer took both my hands and turned to face me she kissed my lips. And I felt so wonderful to be doing this in front of all the other lesbians in the room, knowing how much they would be envying me. I also felt elated as I was coming out to the world, sure now of my future sexual leanings.

The room seamed different somehow as if somethng was happening the music was still pounding, but there seemed to be some kind of hush descending on the room. We both broke our kiss and turned to see what was happening.

Right at the back of the room Katie had appeared. Framed as she stood in the doorway by the bright light behind her. Most of the women had stopped their dancing to look. Purposely Katie began to walk right though the middle of the room towards us. No wonder all the guests were looking Katie looked amazing. I would never have had the nerve to have worn what she was wearing in such a crowded room. She had come as the sexiest little red riding hood that I have ever seen.

A red satin cape flowed from around her shoulders,its lightness making it ride around her, showing a daring red half cup bra pushing up her delighful breasts. Around her waist was a red leather mini skirt which complemented her thigh high red leather boots.

I know Jennifer felt so proud as did I, as this vision came and joined us. You could feel all the eyes in the room boring into us with jealousy. They knew Katie was out of their reach this evening at least. Taking advantage of the attention Katie deeply kissed Jennifer and then did the same to me.

Katie ordered a bottle of champagne from the bar, and then led us through the throng. Teetering on her heels bottle in hand it was obvious to all in the room that we were on our way to a sexual liason.

We soon reached the two lovers suite, a nice large room with a queen sized bed. The wardrobe door was open displaying many whips and paddles hanging up. On the dresser was a range of sex toys of various types and sizes.

Katie stood by the bed and gave Jennifer a nice lingering kiss. When it broke she looked over to me.
“Well I am so glad you decided to join us, now I have two sluts to play with, we are going to have so much fun this evening”.

With that Katie removed her mini skirt in one fluid movement and threw the skirt onto the bed so she was revealed fully. Attached to her leg by a garter was what looked to be a 15 inch long strap on dildo blood red in colour.

“Ok girlies get to work make this baby nice and wet”

I joined Jennifer on her knees in front of Katie and began to lick and kiss the obscenely long and thick rubber phallus. I stroked Jennifers sexy body, the older woman still in her sexy indian outfit, as we both slavered on the dildo.

Soon the strap on was covered in our mixed saliva. Katie pulled Jennifer up and roughly threw her onto the bed. She raised up Jennifers dress, exposing her soaking wet panties. With one good tug Katie ripped them apart, good enough to allow her access to the pussy dripping for her. Katie lined the dildo up with jennifers soaking slit, running it up and down a few times before plunging it deep in one fluid movement. The top half of Jennifers body rose off the bed with the rough intrusion. She had about ten inches of the fake cock inside her as she relaxed back down onto the bed.As Katie began to slowly pull back and gently back in, Jennifer relaxed and was beginning to moan with pleasure.

As I watched I began to rub myself through the wonder woman shorts. I had a feeling Sue wanted them back in a soiled state any way. Slowly Katie was getting the full 15 inches into the older sexy woman on the bed. How could she take it all I wondered. Whats more could I ? The idea of taking it was appealing but what about the pain? But then what did I expect from these two. Jennifer had hinted that I would be fisted tonight and I had come, it was to late to back out now. Besides I thought I have to learn sometime.

As Katie fucked Jennifer on the bed I moved onto it so I could kiss and play with Jennifers breasts. I moved the material of Jennifers dress out of the way cupping her breasts out of the indian outfit. Her nipples were nice and erect as I kissed and sucked them into my mouth. Jennifer tasted so sweet and she smelled so nice. I swirled my tongue around her nipples switching between the two. As I did this my hand snaked over her flat stomach towards her pussy.

I soon found a very wet pussy and as my fingers focused on her clit I could feel her pussy being pulled in and out by the big rubber cock. I moved up to kiss Jennifer but she was panting so much with the pounding she was getting. I looked instead at her beautiful face and the pleasure etched on it.

It felt wonderful being here with these two sexy ladies and the kinky fun they were having. My stomach was in flutters, wondering what they had in store for me. I went back to sucking on Jennifers perfect breasts and concentrated on her clit more. As I worked harder on it I heard her gasp in pleasure and her hips began to ride off the bed to meet the thrusts from Katie.

I was shocked at the foul language coming from her mouth as Katie and I increased our pace. It was plainly obvious that Jennifer was close to coming. Katie picked up Jennifers sopping wet panties and put them in Jennifers mouth as a gag. When Jennifer did come it was amazing. As she came her hips bucked up so fast and violently that she nearly knocked Katie off the bed. I noticed how skillful a lover Katie was, instead of just pulling out she left the dildo inside her lover and kissed and held Jennifer. I moved out of the way to let them have this special time.

As Jennifers breathing came back to normal Katie slowly withdrew the strapon. She broke her kiss and looked over at me.

“You know what to do bitch,lick it” she sneared.

I took the massive rubber cock in my hand and felt how slick with Jennifers juices it was. I began to tongue up and down its length. God Jennifers pussy tasted so good and the smell was exquisite too. As I tasted the sexy older womans juices I put my hand inside my tight shorts and began rubbing my pussy.

I was glad I did as Katie told me it was now my turn and I was glad of as much lubrication I could get if I was going to take on that monster hanging lewdly between her legs. I stood and removed my shorts, noticing the damp stain there. Sue would enjoy that I thought. I was laid on the bed by the two. Katie offered me the strap on to suck and keep slick with my saliva as Jennifer began to finger my pussy adding more and more fingers. Just as I thought I couldn’t take another finger she withdrew and took a tube of lube. She spread the cold gel over my pussy and her fingers.

Again she opened me up and got my pussy ready for the strap on. Finally she came up to the side of me touching my breasts.

“Are you ready to get the fucking of your life sweety” she whispered in my ear.

I nodded yes and before I could change my mind Katie had lined her self against my pussy. She thrusted into me not as violently as she had with Jennifer, or as deep but it still made me take a deep breathe in. As Katie worked herself deeper Jennifer whispered words of encouragment. I was amazed when she said I had taken 9 inches. As the tenth began its journey I began to feel some discomfort and nearly asked for Katie to stop.

Jennifer looked me in the eyes.

“Do you really want this hun, do you want to feel Katie fucking you and giving you as much pleasure as she gave me”? I thought about it and nodded

“Ok trust us babe and you will soon be seeing stars”

I felt Katie pull out a fair bit before thrusting the rest of the dildo into me. I screamed in pain but Jennifer put her panties in my mouth.

“Trust us babe take your time try and relax you will get used to it” Jennifer told me as she held me close.

And she was right after a couple of minutes it wasn’t so bad. I got used to the feeling of fullness, and the breadth of the dildo. Slowly Katie moved back out and then back in. She began to slowly fuck me. At first it was still painful, but after a while of her careful fucking it became pleasureable.

These two were so skillful in their love making it was obvious that they had lots of experience. There was no way I would have believed that I could have taken the monster that was now in my pussy. With each thrust from Katie and the lubrication now coming from me as Jennifer licked my clitoris, the sensation of the strap on was becoming better and better.

As katie picked up the pace I found my pleasure increasing, and my hips as Jennifers had, began to rise to meet the thrusts. Jennifer was so good at tonguing me and I felt her dip a finger in my juices and smear it around my rosebud. She eased her wet finger into my ass with ease and added another. It did feel odd to have both my holes used at the same time but it was delicous.

Katie was getting tired the sweat was pouring from her, she threw off her cape and undid the straps from her dildo harness. As she continued to pull the dildo in and out of my pussy she got Jennifer to lube up her other hand. I knew the biggest challenge of the evening was about to begin. But at least I trusted the two now and relaxed more, lying back and enjoying the sight of the two beauty’s on the bed with me.

I felt the dildo slide out of me I thought it would never stop coming out! Then the cold lube gel being spread generously around my pussy. Katie put more on her hand and then passed the tube to Jennifer who did the same. Now I felt cold fingers at both my openings. Katie judged that after the girth of the dildo she could start with four fingers. And I loved it, as you will understand four fingers is ok, but as they get closer to the knuckles it tapers wider. So as she moved in and out with these fingers I was stretched slightly more every time.

Jennifer wasn’t slacking either, slowly she had added a third finger into my asshole. The next thing I knew the two nodded at each other, and as Jennifer added a fourth finger Katie added her thumb. I was told later they carefully timed this so my senses didn’t focus on one area and let me clamp up. Try as I could though I couldn’t stop thinking of how close Katie was at getting her whole fist in me.

The feeling off being so stretched was yes painful, but also strangely erotic. I was getting so turned on now and just wanted her inside me. I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her into me.

“Yes my slut take it like your whore bitch mother should have”

I was thrusting my hips towards her as I still pulled at her. With her words burning in my ears suddenly there was a flash of extreme pain followed by a delicous feeling of accomplishment and fullness. Wow I had done it Katies fist was inside me. As she moved her fist in deeper it felt amazing, the feeling is indescribable. Jennifer now took her chance and added her thumb, the pain at my rear was different more like a burning feeling. Again the two nodded and as Katie thrusted her fist so her arm was halfway in between her hand and elbow, Jennifer pushed her whole fist into my ass.

I bucked and squirmed around the bed It felt like I was having an orgasm. I wanted the fist out of my ass then and there but Jennifer calmed me down.

“Hush hun its a natural feeling, wanting something out from there, its whats your bodies used to doing ride it out the fun is just beginning for you”

The two now alternated their thrusts as Katie pulled out Jennifer pushed in. There were sparks flying before my eyes, and still some discomfort but the over whelming feeling was of pleasure.

They got me to move carefully so their arms were below me as I knelt on the bed. It was up to me now to decide how much I wanted inside, me and the pace of the abuse of my holes. Of course it also meant both holes were being stretched at the same time. The two sexy bithces gave me words of encouragement as well as calling me fithy names.

The sweat was pouring from me with the exertion, the feeling of fullness and the stretching of my openings was exquisite. With the words of abuse in my ears I chased my orgasm. I began to thrust myself down harder and lower, faster and faster. The two women encouraged me and I was getting so close to the biggest orgasm of my life.

“Yes go on Julie you can do it” “go on you slut I can feel Jens hand inside you, you dirty bitch” and more words came “ look at the cunt whore go”

The words threw me over the edge I came so hard the spasms felt like they would never stop. Luckily the two lay me down on the bed just before my legs gave way. It felt so strange for my pussy spasms to be squeezing against such a large thing in my pussy.

Slowly The arms were removed from my holes, maybe the worst part! As the fists came out there was some pain as if my body was reluctant to give them up.

We all cleaned ourselves up, myself having to be helped at first to the shower, my legs still abit weak. We all joined up on the large bed and cracked open the champagne. We chatted and I told them all about mother they looked at me hard when I let slip that the whore they used that afternoon was indeed my mother. The reason became clear when they admitted that they were mother and daughter too.

We giggled about it and I asked how they felt when they watched each other with other women. They just said although they loved each other very much it was natural in their case to allow that freedom as Jennifer said how could she stop her daughter finding a partner her age so they came to an arrangement.

We all made love after a rest, its to hard to remember the way events unfolded it all flowed so beautifully together, sharing kisses and tongueing of each others pussies. I do remember getting to fist Katie. Jennifer guided me in how to do it to her daughter. Once I was fully in Katie began to do the same to Jennifer. The scene was so erotic and will stay with me until I die. We kissed and cuddled until the sun began to rise and fell asleep in each others arms. I myself fell asleep calm and relaxed knowing my sexuality and the amazing possibilities it held for me and my future.

The End maybe
Many thanks to Jennifer for her input xxxx.

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A naughty brat is punished and spanked thanks to the mind-control device!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Seventeen: Mind-Controlled Brat Spanked

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

June “Junebug” Michael

Excitement rippled through me. Daddy was having more fun with his mind-control device. And I got to enjoy the aftermath. It was so exciting. And it was my best friend that he controlled. He used my friend Britney for his pleasure.

Daddy was amazing.

I led my naked friend across the cafeteria. Every girl kept looking at us in envy. Jennifer was so amazing. Who else would go naked at college? Not me. But she had the courage to do it and everyone just accepted it. Britney’s girlfriend was so lucky to have her.

And I was so lucky to get to eat out her pussy.

“Ooh, June, hurry,” Britney said. “You’re daddy’s cum is leaking out of me. It’s spilling out faster and faster. I won’t have much of a chance to hold it in if we don’t get to the restroom soon.”

“We’re almost there,” I said, my heart pounding. This was it. I would have such a fun time with her.

I pulled her into the restroom, passing two girls who both turned their heads to stare at Britney. One said, “Oh, my god, you’re so cute. I wish I was your girlfriend.”

“Right?” the second girl said. They were both older than us. “Mmm, you’re just so sexy. Your girlfriend is so lucky.”

“I know,” Britney said, a big smile on her face.

They wanted to eat my friend’s pussy, but I was the lucky one who got to do it. Me and her girlfriend, of course. Daddy had arranged this. Ooh, I loved him so much. I had to do something so nice for him.

I pushed my friend into the stall, slammed the door behind us, and fell to my knees. My pigtails bounced about my shoulders. I stared up at my friend with eager delight. My eyes traveled up her naked body from her bush of light-brown hair matted with some of Daddy’s pearly cum to her small breasts that were cute, little handfuls. They were topped with dusky-pink nipples that were so suckable. Her light-brown hair fell about her round and freckled face.

“You are so cute!” I moaned, grabbing her hips and leaning forward. “Ooh, Britney!”

I buried my face into my friend’s bush. I felt Daddy’s sticky cum rubbing onto my cheeks. My tongue flicked out, sliding across her tangy pussy lips. The salty flavor of Daddy’s spunk mixed with my friend’s naughty flavor.

Delight burst in her green eyes peering down at me. Her little boobies rose as she sucked in a deep breath. Then she moaned in delight as my tongue caressed over her pussy lips again. I stroked through her folds and brushed her clit. Sparks burst.

She gasped, her eyes so wide as she stared down at me. The heat rushed through me. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She ground her twat from side to side on my face. Her head threw back. She panted and moaned, a big smile on her lips.

I thrust my tongue into her cunt. I scooped out Daddy’s cum from her tangy depths. Her silky pubic hair rubbed across my face. She had a big smile on her lips. This look of awed passion as my tongue wiggled around in her.

“That’s so different,” gasped Britney. “Your dad took my cherry. I’ve never had Vivian’s tongue in me. I like it.”

“So do I!” I groaned, my hands sliding around her hips to grab her rump now. I held her tight.

She whimpered as she did. It was incredible for me. I held onto her so tight. She smeared her hips from side to side, grinding her cunt and bush on my mouth. Ticklish hairs rubbed on my nose. I almost giggled.

But I didn’t. I focused on pleasing her.

My tongue licked and lapped through her folds. I fluttered across her juicy pussy. It was so much fun doing this to her. My tongue plunged into her twat. I caressed her. Loved her. I scooped jizz out of her snatch as she threw back her head.

Her moans were amazing to hear. Just the best to listen to while caressing her. Lapping at her. She groaned, her eyes so wide. I savored every time my tongue swiped through her folds and gathered up more of my daddy’s cum.

I brushed her clit.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she cooed. “Ooh, yes, June. I had no idea that you loved pussy, too!”

“I do!” I moaned. “But I also love my daddy’s dick more. He’s the best, Britney.”

“He’s nice,” my friend said. “For a guy. I mean, his cock felt amazing, but he’s so manly. Ugh.”

“You’re such a lesbian,” I said and giggled.

“I am,” my friend admitted. “It’s so nice to say that. I’m a lesbian!”

“Yes!” I sucked on her pussy.

She gasped. The tangy-flavored cum in her pussy flowed out into my hungry mouth. I nursed on her cunt, her ass flexing beneath my squeezing grip. She whimpered, her hands grabbing my pigtails to me. She held me to her pussy.

I drew out all of Daddy’s cum I could. I kept sucking on her pussy hole, her tangy flavor growing stronger as the salty delight grew weaker. Then I couldn’t taste any of Daddy’s jizz any longer. I groaned, my pussy clenching.

So I just licked her. I lapped at her. I pleasured my friend with every bit of passion I had in me. My tongue flew across her vulva. She gasped, her body shaking as I did that. Her face contorted. The look of delight in her eyes was something special.

Something amazing.

My fingers dug into her rump. I held her twat to my mouth and feasted. Tangy pussy cream flowed into my mouth. Her juices ran hot down my chin. She squirmed more and more. I sensed her building and building to her orgasm.

I would make her cum.

“June!” echoed through the stall. “Oh, June, yes! Lick my pussy!”

“Yummy pussy!” I moaned.

My tongue found her clit. I nursed on her bud while my right hand reached down around her butt-cheek. Her pubic hairs tickled my face as I sucked on that cute, little pearl. I nursed on her while my finger reached across her taint.

I found her pussy lips.

“June!” she gasped when I thrust two of my fingers into the hole my daddy had deflowered.

His cock had been in here not long ago. Now my fingers were sliding into her. It was so wonderful. I loved my daddy so much. I sucked with hunger on her clit. I nursed on her with all the passion I could muster. She bucked, her small breasts jiggling above me. She tightened her grip on my pigtails.

She pulled me tight against her pussy lips.

My fingers plunged in and out of her hot cunt. I worked them in fast and hard. I savored every moment of plundering her. It was so hot. I loved every moment of it. My tongue fluttered around her bud. I loved it.

Her moans grew louder and louder. Her pussy clenched around my digits plundering into her depths. Her hot cream ran down the back of my hand. My tongue swirled around her bud. I had so much fun playing with it.

She moaned. Gasped. Her pleasure burst from her lips. It was so hot to hear as I devoured her. I danced my tongue around her bud, making her buck and moan. I shoved my fingers deep into her pussy. Her cunt clenched around them.

“June!” she gasped.

Her pussy went wild about my digits.

“You’re cumming!” I squealed and ripped my digits out of her.

“I am!”

I licked and lapped up her tangy cream gushing out of her. The hot juices flowed over my chin and ran down towards my blouse. She soaked me in her cream. My pussy was on fire. I squirmed there as I drank my friend’s yummy delight.

I gulped down her cream. I loved every moment of drinking her passion. This heady rush washed through me. My hips wiggled back and forth. I had to touch myself. I had to rub my cunt and get myself off right—

DING-DONG-DING-DONG!

“No!” I gasped, ripping my mouth from her twat.

“Just in time,” gasped my friend.

“I don’t want to go back to class,” I wailed. “I want lunch to last longer.”

“Sorry,” my friend said. “But it was amazing. You’re good at that. You sure you don’t want to be a lesbian.”

“And give up my daddy’s cock?” I shuddered. “Women are fun, but men—my daddy—are hot!”

I hopped to my feet, pussy cream running down my chin. I grabbed her hand and dragged her from the stall. We had to get to classes. I led her out of the bathroom over to the table where we’d left our stuff. We gathered it up, her holding her clothes beneath her arm.

“So, tell me everything about you and Vivian,” I said, hooking her arm with mine and heading to class. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were having sex.”

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Dean Michaels

Sally Tailor sucked my cock. My student, the worst one in my class, was on her knees beneath my desk, her mouth wrapped tight about my cock. The rest of her classmates were taking the pop quiz, competing to see who would win the prize.

Sally’s mouth felt amazing on my dick as I browsed through Amazon to find parts I’d need to build more mind-controlling devices. I’d have to stop by the same computer wholesaler I shopped at yesterday to get the parts to build more, but there was stuff I could have delivered to my house from the online retailer.

It was so hot to purchase parts for more devices while having a nineteen-year-old girl sucking on my dick. To feel that delightful mouth working up and down my dick. Sally was good at it. She put her all into blowing my dick. After all, I had programmed her to love it.

I went to checkout on the website and glanced at my phone. My wife had texted me Tonya Albertsons’s credit card. Our bitchy neighbor was more than glad to pay for these things to apologize for how horrible she’d been to my wife.

I completed my purchase. The card went through. I smiled and leaned back.

My students were busy taking their tests while Sally’s hungry mouth worshiped my dick. She slid her mouth up and down it, her sucking incredible. I smiled, loving every second of it. My balls grew tighter and tighter as she nursed on my dick.

She wanted that cum.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into the bliss. The pressure in my nuts rose with her every suck. My cum came closer and closer to erupting out of me. I would baste her mouth with my cum. Just pump her belly full of all the seed that I had brimming in my balls. It would be amazing. I loved every moment of it.

Her hand kneaded my nutsack. I hadn’t told her to do that, but it felt amazing. I groaned as she sucked and slurped. The sloppy sounds echoed out from beneath my desk. I smiled at them as she nursed on me. She sucked with hunger.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned.

Papers rustled. Someone set their test on my desk. They didn’t care that I was naked and getting my dick sucked by Sally. I loved my mind-control device. The pressure rose and rose in my balls. The ache grew at the tip of my cock.

“Get ready!” I groaned. “Get ready to take it, Sally!”

She sucked with hunger. She moaned around my cock. The humming bliss rippled around the spongy crown. I groaned at that wonderful moment. My balls tightened in her hand. Then I growled out and erupted.

I pumped the cum into her mouth. I spurted blast after blast of my jizz into her hungry maw. She groaned and drank it down. She sucked down all my cum with such hunger. It was amazing to feel. I loved every second of it.

“Fuck, yes!” I growled.

Another student set down a test.

I smiled in delight as Sally nursed out the cum that was in my balls. She swallowed it all down. She gulped it down. She swallowed every drop of the spunk erupting from my balls. I basted the back of her throat.

I soaked her with my jizz.

“Goddamn, Sally!” I growled. “You might be a bad student, but you get a fucking A plus in dick-sucking.”

She moaned around my cock and nursed out the last of the cum firing out of me. I panted, opening my eyes. More and more students were coming up to turn in their tests. I shuddered, my body buzzing from the rapture.

Sally popped her mouth off my cock and said, “Thank you for using my mouth, Mr. Michaels.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her and pushed back my chair. “Back to your desk.”

As she crawled out, I smiled. I had so many plans. This mind-control device was such a powerful thing. I hadn’t realized just how heady of a rush this would be. I smiled and grabbed the first test to start grading it.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

Tonya drove us in her new slutty maid outfit.

The busty MILF looked so sexy sitting upfront as Natalie and I were in the back. We were being chauffeured around. My best friend still looked a little dazed from the fun we’d been having. From all the sex toys that we had bought.

Natalie was a good, Christian wife. She had been so pure until yesterday when my husband had activated the mind-control device at our church. The program had plunged her down a path of incest. It had ended with her teaching her son about sex and getting her husband to fuck their daughter.

Just as we were pulling into my driveway, Tonya’s phone beeped. She pulled it out of her purse and read it. “My daughter’s on her way over, Miss Kimberly.”

“Thank you, slut,” I said, smiling at the hot wife. I had already made her fuck two men. The first was a Black delivery man while the second was the guy running the porn shop. He gave us a nice discount after that.

Well, Tonya got the discount since her credit cards had paid for the several hundred dollars worth of naughty delights we had bought.

A rush of excitement shot through me. Gina Albertson was an twenty-year-old brat who had picked on both my daughters when they were all younger. Especially my youngest, June. It would be so satisfying to have the mother and daughter be my family’s live-in bang-maids.

I couldn’t wait to watch my husband fuck them both.

Tonya carried the discreet bags to the door. They were black with no logo. No idea that they came from the sex boutique. I tingled as I unlocked the door. My laptop set on the coffee table. It was connected to the mind-control device in the basement.

I was back in control of everything.

I quickly rushed to it as I set Tonya to start doing the daily cleaning. She was more than happy to keep apologizing by doing whatever I wanted. I sat down on the couch beside my friend, Natalie’s black hair swaying about her face and shoulders. Her large breasts jiggled.

“Ooh, I can’t wait for her to get her and we can have fun,” I told my friend. “I’d advise us to get naked so we can be ready for her.”

“Ooh, that’s such a good idea,” my friend said. I might have mind-controlled her to accept my advice. Just a nudge. It wasn’t full-on domination. I didn’t want to make Natalie my slave. Just help her to get her two children to become lovers.

It would be so hot if her son and daughter got married. I loved incest.

We were both stripping naked, my red pigtails swaying. I didn’t mind the schoolgirl look. It made my husband hard. I had a petite body, my breasts barely more than A-cups, so I could pull it off. I slid out of my clothing in record time, my small tits jiggling. I revealed my shaved twat dripping with excitement.

Natalie was a busty woman. She had large and soft tits. The perfect boobs for a MILF to have. She had a black bush gleaming with her juices and such wonderful curves. She was fit. In shape. It made me hot knowing her son had enjoyed her body.

What if he had bred her? Natalie’s husband had a vasectomy.

“Your husband should have his vasectomy reversed so he can breed your daughter,” I said. “Or maybe your son will knock her up, but I think a father should do that with his daughter at least once.”

“Wow, that’s kind of hot,” she said.

“I know.”

We chatted, sipping glasses of rosier wine. I kept glancing at the screen, watching new dots appear and then vanish as people drove by the entrance to my cul-de-sac on the main street. I grew more and more hopeful with each one that it would be Gina.

Tonya cleaned, moving about my house as she dusted and vacuumed. She looked so hot in her slutty maid’s outfit. Her short, black skirt rode up to flash her naked ass every time she had to bend over. Her large breasts were almost spilling out of the square-cut bodice. Her large tits swayed in it without a bra.

I was wet and juicy, my legs crossed tight.

“Ooh, that dot turned onto the street,” Natalie said.

I glanced down at the screen and saw DA493C moving down the street. Was that a new dot? I wish my husband had used something less geeky than these strange letter and number codes. He called it hexa-something. Like that was supposed to mean anything.

My stomach tightened. The dot slowed and then it moved into the Albertsons’s driveway. I shivered in delight. “That’s her. That has to be her!”

My hands lunged for the keyboard.

DA493C;come to the Michaels house and enter then await further instructions

ENTER!

I shivered as I watched the dot move down the driveway then the sidewalk. The Albertsons were my direct neighbors. The dot cut across my yard. I turned to look out my bay windows to spot the twenty-year-old girl wearing a pair of jeans and a belly shirt. She was a brunette, like her mother, with round breasts bouncing.

DA493C;upon entering Michaels’ house strip naked then beg for 682DEA to spank you while you eat out 72B2AE pussy until she cums

ENTER!

That sent a naughty thrill through me.

“Oh, wow,” Natalie said. “How do you know what to type?”

“Cheat sheet,” I said, nodding to the notepad beside the table, my pussy wet. I had my next command to type.

682DEA;after DA493C begs to be spanked, spank her butt with the wooden paddle until DA493C makes 72B2AE orgasm

ENTER!

The sound of the key echoed through the room. The dot for Gina reached the door. She opened it and closed it behind her. I watched as she immediately grabbed her belly shirt and ripped it off. She didn’t have a bra on beneath. I smiled at that. Her left tit had a spiky tribal tat covering it. Black, jagged lines that wrapped around her boob like scary tree branches.

“Oh, my,” Natalie said. “She has tattoos. If I was her mother…”

“You’d be that bitch Tonya,” I said. “Your daughter’s going to turn out to be wonderful. She’ll marry your son and be happy with him.”

“Yes, she will,” Natalie said. “She’ll be a good girl. Not a whore. Look at how she’s dressed.”

I smiled as Gina shoved down her jeans, rolling them off her curving hips. Her round breasts swayed as she did it. My pussy grew even hotter. She wore a thong, of course. Purple and bright, the narrow cloth showing off the shaved flesh of her vulva. She peeled off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. Socks came off then her panties. She rolled them down.

I bit my lip at that bare pussy. Nice, tight cunt. I licked my lips, my thighs squeezed so tight. I was so ready for the fun to begin. I fanned my face as Gina stepped out of them and strode towards me, her eyes locked on me with this hungry need.

“Mom, you have to spank me!” she called out. “Please, please, you have to spank me. I need it.”

From down the hallway, Tonya appeared. She strode in her maid’s outfit, her large breasts jiggling. They were like those tits on that maid in the Clue movie from the ’80s. I always thought that the actress had been so sexy the way her tits jiggled and threatened to pop out every time she moved.

“You have to spank me right now,” Gina said, sounding bratty as she moved before me. I parted my thighs.

She fell to her knees and buried her face into my cunt. The mind-controlled brat licked at my pussy. Her tongue slid through my folds. I shuddered as she devoured me. I leaned back into the couch and savored this moment, reveling in that hot tongue lapping at me.

“So you’re 72B2AE?” asked Natalie.

I nodded and watched as Tonya fetched out the wooden paddle I had her buy from the sex shop. She gripped it in her hand and approached her kneeling daughter. Gina wiggled that ass in invitation as her tongue darted through my folds.

She licked and lapped at me. She drove her tongue through my folds. It felt incredible. I smiled at that wonderful sensation. I enjoyed the way Gina’s tongue caressed over me. My thighs squeezed about her head. I held her to me.

“Yes, yes, yes, just like that,” I groaned as her tongue danced through my folds. She stroked my twat with such hunger. She licked at me. Lapped. She feasted on me. “Mmm, you’re going to make me cum. That’s perfect.”

CRACK!

Tonya’s boobs heaved in her dress from the swing. I watched them as her daughter gasped into my cunt. Gina’s butt-cheeks jiggled. A large, red spot blossomed. I smiled in delight while Natalie squirmed beside me.

“Masturbate,” I told her. “Don’t hold back. This is hot. She’s got her tongue fluttering over my pussy lips.”

“I don’t even know why I’m spanking her,” Tonya said, cocking back her arm, her breasts heaving.

CRACK!

“Because you’re daughter’s a brat!” I moaned. “But she’s apologizing with that tongue. Oh, yes, she is. Just apologizing.

CRACK!

“Mmm, spank her!” I moaned, the girl groaning into my pussy. Her tongue fluttered through my folds. The way she whimpered was so hot. “She’s been a bad, bad girl.”

CRACK!

“Yes, she has!” gasped Tonya. “She never listened to me or her father.”

CRACK!

“She’ll listen to me!” I groaned, savoring the girl’s tongue fluttering up and down my folds.

I looked down past my small breasts to stare into Gina’s brown eyes. Her lips were pressed into my shaved vulva. Her tongue thrust into me, swirling around. Such delight rippled through me. I groaned, savoring every moment of it. My pigtails danced over my shoulders.

Natalie masturbated next to me. She rubbed her cunt with her hands. She pleasured herself with whimpering moans. That was so hot. I loved how she did that. She whimpered, her big boobs jiggling as she watched Tonya’s large tits heaving in her dress.

CRACK!

“Yes!” I gasped, my cunt clenching around Gina’s probing tongue. My orgasm built and built so fast. “Spank that brat!”

“Such a bratty daughter!” Tonya hissed, frustration bursting across her face.

CRACK!

“That’s what you get!”

CRACK!

“You will be good from now on!”

CRACK!

“Yes!” I moaned, my clit throbbing.

My hands grabbed my tits. I twisted my nipples, watching the sexy MILF disciplining her daughter. Gina moaned into my cunt. She whimpered. Her tongue fluttered up and down. She stroked my pussy lips. My clit. Sparks flared. They showered through my cunt.

Gina’s ass grew redder and redder. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from her mother’s every impact. I bit my lip, my thighs locked tight about her head. The pleasure was swelling and swelling in me. I would have such a huge orgasm.

I would explode on her. My cum would flood over her face. It would be amazing. I couldn’t wait for that rapturous explosion to burst from me. I squeezed my thighs around her head. She plunged her tongue into my cunt. She swirled around in me. She caressed me.

CRACK!

This was insane. It was amazing. I loved every second of it. My body bucked from Gina’s tongue caressing over me. Tonya’s tits almost bounced out of her top as she swung that naughty paddle again and again.

CRACK!

“Yes!” I gasped, my orgasm swelling through me.

“Spank your naughty daughter!” Natalie moaned. “You were a bad mother! But you’ll be good now. Kimmie will make you good now!”

“Yes, I will!” I gasped, my pussy clenching.

CRACK!

“I’ll be such a good mother!” moaned Tonya. “I should have spanked you years ago!”

CRACK!

“Yes, Mom!” Gina moaned into my pussy.

Her tongue brushed my clit. This heat swept through me. I gasped and then I bucked. My pussy clenched from the bliss. My impending orgasm drank it in. My back arched, rubbing into the couch. I whimpered. Groaned.

Climaxed.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m cumming!” I howled. My thighs clutched about Gina’s head as my pussy convulsed.

Tonya’s next swing faltered. She panted there then set the paddle down and went back to her cleaning. I shuddered, gasping, moaning, my small titties jiggling. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out into Gina’s mouth.

I felt her struggling to pull her head away, but I held her pinned to my pussy. My cunt cream flooded out of me. The pleasure washed through me, the thrill of punishing this brat and putting her mouth to good use. It was amazing. Incredible.

“What the fuck?” Gina gasped. “Why am I doing this? Let me go, you nasty dyke!”

“Nasty dyke?” I groaned, my orgasm blazing hot through me. “Ooh, you’re going to pay for that!”

Gina ripped her head from between her thighs. She stood up and whirled around. Her face was red, tear tracks running down her cheeks. She rubbed at her ass and turned around to find her mother happily dusting the cabinet. Then she looked at my friend who was whimpering in delight beside me.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Gina demanded.

I reached out to the keyboard and typed: DA493C;apologize to 72B2AE for calling her a dyke and beg to be 72B2AE obedient bang-maid for the rest of your life

ENTER!

“You are going to—” The programming took effect. Her eyes widened. “Mrs. Michaels, I’m so sorry for calling you a dyke. Oh, god, I’m so sorry. Please, please make me your obedient bang-maid for the rest of my life. Please! Please!”

DA493C;believes being a bang-maid is the most important thing and understands that a bang-maid must do everything her owners tell her to

ENTER!

“Why should I let you?” I asked after I finished the command.

“Because being a bang-maid is the most important thing,” Gina begged, staring at me with her red-rimmed eyes. Her round tits jiggled. “I’ll do anything my owners tell me to do. That’s you. You’ll be my owner.”

“And my husband and daughters,” I said. “You accept that.”

Gina nodded, crawling to me. “Please, please, I’ll accept anything to be your bang-maid.”

“Anything?” I asked, standing up.

“Yes!” she moaned.

“There’s a g-spot stimulator in that bag,” I said. “Get it out and use it on me. And get out the wand massager.” I glanced at my friend. “You need to feel one of these. They’ll change your life.”

“Ooh, yes,” Natalie said. “I must.”

Gina scrambled to obey. She pulled out the sex toys I instructed. I wasn’t surprised the girl knew what a G-spot stimulator was. She pulled out the silver, slender toy with that delicious curve to it. Then she handed me the pink wand massager with its round head.

“Plug that in over there,” I said. The wand massager was too powerful to run off of batteries.

I fell to my knees between my friend’s thighs. Natalie pulled her fingers from her pussy. She sucked on them, this look of excitement in her eyes. My new bang-maid plugged in the wand massager while her mother kept cleaning in the background.

I flipped the switch. The wand massager hummed to life. The bulbous end fuzzed on the edges from its rapid oscillation. Natalie shuddered and jumped. Her eyes were so wide as I brought the toy right to her pussy.

I pressed it against her cunt, her curls spilling around the end.

She bucked. Gasped. Moaned. Her eyes widened and her large tits heaved as I rubbed the wand massager up and down her flesh. She shuddered there, the heat in her eyes growing intense. Beautiful to witness. I loved the sight of her passion.

“Ooh, yes, that’s what you need,” I said, massaging her in slow circles. “Yes, yes, just like that. You’re going to cum hard, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, you are. You’re going to cum on that vibrator. It’s going to be amazing.”

She grinned at me. “Yes, it will. I believe it. You give the best advice. I love this.”

Behind me, the lesser hum of the G-spot stimulator came to life. My pussy, still aching from my last orgasm, clenched. Then I groaned when the narrow, buzzing tip of the toy pressed into my shaved twat.

It slid into me, the curved shape pressing the tip along the top of my pussy wall. I shuddered at the buzzing delight. I kept moving the wand massager in slow circles across my friend’s pussy as I savored this wicked pleasure.

Then the stimulator brushed my G-spot.

“There!” I gasped, my bundle of nerves in my twat drinking in the massaging hum. “Right there, whore. That’s it!”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“Miss Kimberly!” I groaned. “That’s how you address me. Miss Kimberly, slut!”

“Yes, Miss Kimberly.”

I shuddered as the G-spot stimulator did its job. That wonderful stimulation sent pleasure rippling through me. My sensitive bundle of nerves had my pussy clenching on the slender toy. And that sent pleasure rushing through the rest of my body. I groaned, wiggling my hips from side to side. I loved the feel of it. This was amazing.

Just the best thing in the world. It was what I needed to feel. To experience. I would have such a huge orgasm on this toy. It would be incredible. I whimpered and moaned as Gina worked the stimulator around in my twat.

She massaged it around. I shuddered, my pussy clenching down on it. The pleasure buzzed through my body. This amazing bliss that would have me cumming hard. I pressed the wand massager into my friend’s snatch, her breasts heaving above me.

“Mmm, we’re both going to explode,” I groaned, my orgasm swelling fast.

“Yes!” Natalie gasped. “Oh, my god, this toy… It’s making my pussy lips melt. My clit… Oh, my gosh, my clit!” Her boobs swayed back and forth, the heavy mounds smacking into each other. “I love it! Kimmie!”

“Mmm, yes, yes, explode!” I groaned, my pussy drinking in the G-spot stimulator’s vibrations.

That nasty little bang-maid slut kept the tip moving over my G-spot. The pleasure burst from it, feeding my growing orgasm. My climax swelled and swelled in me. I shuddered, pushing the wand massager harder into my friend’s furred muff. Her silky pubic hairs crinkled around the edges while she threw back her head.

Her body shook. I could tell she hurtled towards her orgasms. I wanted her to cum so hard. Just explode with all her rapture. It would be amazing. My pussy blazed. The fires swelled faster and faster in me. I shuddered, wiggling my hips back and forth, my G-spot about to melt.

“Lick my ass, slut!” I hissed.

“Me, Miss Kimberly?” Gina asked.

“Yes, you, whore!” I moaned. “Rim my asshole and make me cum!”

“Rim her!” gasped Natalie. “Oh, my gosh, Kimmie! Oh, my gosh, I’m going to cum! This is amazing!”

Gina’s face pressed between my butt-cheeks. Her tongue lapped at my asshole. I groaned as she soaked my butthole. The naughty sensation melted down to my cunt. My G-spot burst with sparks. I couldn’t last much longer.

Natalie bucked.

Her moans echoed through the living room. Her orgasmic bliss swept through her. I shuddered, rubbing that toy on her. Juices gushed out, soaking the end of it. Her tangy aroma filled my nose. I breathed it in, wanting to savor every last second of her delicious scent.

“You’re so sexy!” I gasped, watching her tits heave. My orgasm hurtled towards that breaking point. Gina’s tongue danced around my asshole.

“So are you, Kimmie!”

My pussy melted.

My cunt convulsed as my orgasm rushed through me. I gasped, butt-cheeks clenching about Gina’s face. The waves of rapture hurtled through my body. They swept through every nerve and slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision.

I rode the orgasmic delight, the stimulator massaging my G-spot. More and more rapture burst from my convulsing cunt. I pushed the wand massager hard into my friend as we both gasped out our pleasure.

“That’s it, slut!” I moaned, drinking in the bliss. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s it. That’s just perfect. Fuck, yes!”

The pleasure blazed through my thoughts. I shuddered there, my eyes widening from the heat that swept through my body. It was amazing. I squeezed my eyes shut, this wonderful heat rushing through my body. Gina kept licking my asshole.

My pussy ached. I couldn’t take much more of the stimulation. It was so intense, sending orgasm after orgasm bursting through me. I moaned out my ecstasy. My body felt incredible as the bliss shot through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned.

“Kimmie!” gasped Natalie, her body bucking. “Stop! Stop! I’m going to die! It’s too much! Too much pleasure!”

I ripped it away from her. “I know! Slut, rip that stimulator out of me. Holy shit!”

Gina did, but she kept rimming my asshole. I turned off the wand massager and laid my head on my friend’s lap, her wet pubic hair rubbing into my chin. Her tangy musk filled the air. I groaned, that hot tongue bathing my butthole feeling amazing.

I just lay there for the next few minutes reveling in all the pleasure that had just swept through my body. This was incredible. It was amazing. I was so glad my husband built this machine. I had to do something nice for him.

I had to make his favorite dinner. Not one of my bang-maids. Me.

“Oh, my god,” groaned Natalie. “Ooh, I want to stay, but I have to go. Classes are almost out. My children will be at home.”

“You need to start working on your son and daughter,” I said. “Get them thinking of each other. If they love their parents, then it should be easy. Kevin and Samantha are you and Mitch but younger.”

“You’re so right.” Natalie sighed. “Thank you for being such a great friend, Kimmie. And thank you for the wand massager.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, Gina’s tongue caressing my asshole. “Slut, you can stop that. Ask your mom for your uniform then help her clean the house. Then I’ll have groceries for you to go buy.”

“Yes, Miss Kimberley,” she said.

I liked that. I was going to enjoy this new life with the mind-control device. I just wished it was easier to use. All that typing… And those dumb codes. Why did they have to be codes? If it were just names…

I’d ask my husband to change that.

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Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Classes were out and I hurried through the halls. My pussy was on fire. I hadn’t seen Daddy at all today. Not since he dropped me off. That wasn’t to say I hadn’t had fun. He had done a few naughty things with his mind-control device.

I burst into the classroom to find him folding up his laptop. He was naked and hard. I rushed to him, fell to my knees, and sucked his dick into my mouth. Daddy groaned and stared down at me as I nursed at him.

“Dusk,” he groaned as I sucked. “Well, aren’t you just a wicked thing? Just couldn’t wait to suck you daddy’s cock, huh?”

I was his slut. I had to suck his cock all the time. I could taste pussy on him. A tangy scent. I wonder which of his students he fucked. Was it a nubile, little freshman or a sexy and naughty senior? A nerd? A cheerleader? A slut like me? A good girl?

My pussy clenched as I sucked him clean. I reveled in the taste of hot cunt on his dick as I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock. I sucked on him. Slurped. I wanted to enjoy every moment of this. Just savor every last second of sucking on him.

It was amazing. The pleasure was outstanding. My dad’s cock throbbed in my mouth. His precum spilled over my tongue. It was amazing. Just the best thing in the world. I squeezed my eyes shut and nursed on him.

I loved my daddy’s cock with every ounce of passion I had in me. I sucked on him. Loved him with all my heart and soul, my pussy blazing with lust for him. My head bobbed, sliding my lips up and down his dick. He groaned, his face twisting in pleasure.

“Goddamn, that’s good,” he panted. “Oh, wow, Dusk, you know how to make your Daddy feel loved.”

Such joy rushed through me. My hands grabbed his thighs. I gripped him tight. I worked my mouth up and down his cock, nursing on him with hunger. His precum spilled over my tongue. It was the best taste in the world.

Just amazing.

I nursed on him with more and more hunger. I sucked with all my might. He groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. I shuddered, loving every moment of sucking on him. Loving him. It was just amazing to do. Pleasuring him was the best delight in the world. I would get to gulp down his cum. Just swallowing every drop of it.

His face twisted in rapture. That look of bliss crossed his expression. He was coming closer and closer to cumming. The flavor of his student’s pussy faded. Now only his salty precum remained. And that grew stronger.

I nursed with passion.

My cheeks hollowed.

Drool ran down my chin.

“Fuck, Dusk,” he growled. “My little daughter-slut is just hungry for my cum, isn’t she?”

I moaned and nodded. I was so hungry for his cum. Just eager for him to spurt all that wonderful jizz down my throat. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would cum and cum and cum. It would be amazing.

I nursed. I sucked. I hummed around his cock. His chest rose. His glasses shifted. He was such a sexy man. A hunk. I cupped my daddy’s hairy balls, kneading them. I felt them twitch. His cum was about to fire into my mouth.

“Dusk!” he growled.

His cum burst into my mouth.

Hot and salty and delicious. I gulped down his cum with hunger. I swallowed it all. Every last drop of it flowed down my throat. I shuddered, savoring this wonderful moment. Daddy groaned, his face twisting with delight as I gulped down his cum. I swallowed every bit of his jizz. It all poured down my gullet to where it belonged.

“Dusk!” he groaned, more and more of his spunk firing out of him.

I loved my daddy. I pleased him. I drank down all his cum. It flowed down into my belly. I massaged his balls, working out the last drops of his jizz. I sucked hard one final time, my tongue caressing at his slit.

The last bit of his spunk melted across my taste buds.

“Damn, Dusk,” he groaned. “You are an amazing slut.”

Joy burst through me.

After I swallowed down the last of Daddy’s cum, he got dressed. Then we met up with June and Britney at the college’s entrance. My little sister’s friend was pulling on her clothes. She was clearly eager to come home with the family. I stared at that petite cutie getting dressed.

“Your girlfriend is so lucky to have you, Britney,” I said.

“I know,” she said brightly. “Mr. Michaels, I’m so looking forward to spending the night.”

“Sleepover!” June squealed. The pair bounced in delight.

They were so cute together.

We drove home and walked in to find that bitch from up the street, Gina Albertson, kneeling on the floor, her tits cupped in a low-cut, slutty maid uniform. She smiled up at us and said, “Welcome home, Master and Mistresses. Miss Kimberly is still cooking dinner. Do you need any help relaxing?”

I glanced at Dad.

“Gina and her mother are our new bang-maids,” Daddy said. “Feel free to use them however you want.”

“But I’m your slut, Daddy,” I whimpered.

“So be a slut,” he said.

I grinned. I glanced down at the bang maids and nodded. How to make this interesting? “So you’re a real slut, huh?”

“Yes, Miss Dusk,” she said, staring at me with smoldering eyes. “I’ll do anything.”

I quivered. Daddy’s mind-control device was amazing. I hiked my skirt, flashing my naked pussy. “Well, if you’ll do anything, will you drink my piss?”

Daddy blinked at that even as Gina said, “Yes, Miss Dusk!”

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Natalie Meyers

The door opened. My son strode into the house, home from college. He looked at me with this eager glint in his eyes. Hopeful. He was so boyish. So young, just growing into a man, and hadn’t quite gained that confidence that his father had.

But Kevin would get it.

Following him was his sister. She had a happy smile on her lips. She hummed as she glanced at me. She shuddered. Did she want more lessons? I wanted to give her more lessons, but I also wanted to start on Kimmie’s great idea.

I wanted to see my son and daughter love each other. I knew it was the best way to give Kevin confidence. I was the dominant one in our relationship, taking charge with him. But with his sister, he could be in charge.

“I’ve been thinking about your future,” I said, taking my son and turning him to face Samantha. My daughter watched us, her cheeks growing red. “Look at her. Isn’t your sister cute? She’s like I was at eighteen.”

“Really?” my son asked as I slid my hands around to cup his growing hardon through his jeans.

“Really,” I told him, my pussy on fire. It was time to teach both my children how to love each other. It was the best solution. My husband, Mitch, wanted Samantha to find a good man to treat her right. Who was better than her brother?

Incest was amazing.

To be continued…

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I learned to just go with the flow.

Fbailey story number 452

Daddy I’m A Lesbian

One day my daughter said, “Daddy, I’m a lesbian.”

I hadn’t given it any thought previously but I loved her very much and decided to accept her rather abrupt statement, “Okay. Is there anything I need to do or know about?”

She replied, “Well, as a matter of fact, yes there is. I would like to invite my girlfriends over to make out and spend the night with me. I would like to do it in front of you if we wish too, without you freaking out.”

I had to smile as thoughts of those X-rated movies I watch went through my mine. I really enjoyed watching two girls make out. So I said, “Not a problem honey. Invite over anyone you want, make out anywhere you want, and don’t mind me at all. I promise to look but not touch.”

She said, “Oh thank you Daddy, I knew you would understand.”

My daughter Colleen had recently turned fourteen years old. She had gone to a Catholic school her whole life and was then in the eighth grade. She was very pretty and quite popular with the other girls. I was actually pleased that she had not become boy crazy, now I understood why.

Colleen called a girl up and told her to come over and that they could make out right in front of me. I assumed that she wanted to test me. I had to smile at the thought of how far they might go in front of me.

Soon the girl arrived and Colleen didn’t take very long to kiss her in front of me before introducing her to me. Then I smiled as Colleen kissed her again and used one hand to squeeze the girl’s breasts and the other hand to pull on her ass to ram their crotches together. Colleen had a miniskirt on so when the girl grabbed a hold of her ass she lifted the short skirt up higher exposing Colleen’s bare ass to me. As the girl turned Colleen’s ass to me I caught a glimpse of her panty string. The girl’s head was off to one side and she was looking right at me.

I used my thumb in an upward jerking motion asking the girl in sign language to raise my daughter’s skirt even higher yet. She did. I was amazed when the skirt was completely above my daughter’s waits. There was a pretty string running around her waist and then the string started going down over my daughter’s hips while they continued to kiss. Soon the string was being pulled out from between her ass cheeks. Once it passed her thighs it fell to her feet.

As I watched the girl slipped her hands up my daughter’s back taking her T-shirt up with them. She exposed the strap of her bra as it went up. My daughter cooperated by raising her arms allowing the girl to remove her top. Then she unhooked my daughter’s bra and let it fall to the floor. Next she pushed my daughters miniskirt down past her hips to the floor too. My daughter was now standing naked before me but facing the wrong way, but not for long. The girl turned my daughter around to face me with her still standing behind her. I watched her hands cup my daughter’s breasts playing with her nipples. My daughter’s eyes were shut tightly the whole time. Then one of the girl’s hands moved down to my daughter’s pussy, slipping a finger into her slit. When she touched her slit, my daughter’s eyes shot wide open.

She was staring directly at me, then she smiled, and asked, “Are you still okay with all of this?”

I smiled at her, looked at her hard nipples, and her drooling pussy before answering, “Most definitely, honey.”

For the next hour or so I watched those two teenage beauties make love to one another. It was much nicer than any video that I had watched. Their passion was unmistakable. Their pleasure was great. They convinced me that they were truly in love. They didn’t even seem to mind when I pulled out my cock and jerked off in front of them. They kissed goodnight and went up to Colleen’s bedroom to sleep.

In the morning they got up, dressed, and came down to breakfast before going to school.

Colleen asked, “Are you still comfortable with me being a lesbian and making out with my girlfriends in front of you?”

I replied, “Yes, honey I really enjoyed it too.”

She asked, “Then you won’t mind if I invite several of my friends to come over and hang out then?”

I replied, “Not at all.”

She asked, “Can I have a bunch of girls over for the weekend too?”

I smiled at the thought of a bunch of naked girls having sex all weekend and said, “Sure, just tell me what I should buy for them to eat and drink.”

I got kisses and hugs from them both before they ran off to school. I went into my home office to start work on my next project. I could hardly think of anything other than those two girls making out the previous night in front of me.

Each day after school several girls in those cute little Catholic Schoolgirl uniforms would come to the house with my daughter. I got used to all the naked bodies having sex all over the place, including in my own bed.

Friday was the culmination of the week. I counted about fifteen girl couples. Then about six o’clock a pretty young woman rang my doorbell. She introduced herself as Amanda Amore my daughter’s teacher. As I was panicking she added that she had been invited to a lesbian weekend. I let her in thinking to myself, “What a waist of a delicious woman.”

I ordered ten pizzas and went out to get them. I certainly did not want some horny kid coming to my door with them. I stopped off at the store and bought a few twelve-packs of soda. When I arrived with the food and drink Amanda got dressed and helped carry some of the soda into the house. When I say that she had gotten dressed what I really meant to say was that she had put on one of the girl’s white shirts and a plaid pleated skirt that was way too short for her. The shirt hardly covered her breasts and she had only gotten one button to connect with its hole. I smiled as she bent slightly to get two twelve-packs out of my trunk. She hadn’t put on any panties and her pussy lips were red and moist, as if she had been eaten out by several girls. I couldn’t resist poking a finger into her as she was bent over.

Amanda Amore stood up, turned toward me and said, “I do go both ways. I’m bisexual but I prefer young girls. You can use me for your own pleasure whenever you need too.”

I replied, “I think that I need to now.”

She smiled and asked, “Can we do it inside where your neighbors won’t see us?”

I asked, “Do we have too?”

She really grinned and said, “No, not at all” then she put the two twelve-packs back in my trunk and grabbed a hold of the edge of the trunk offering her ass to me.

I looked around. Seeing no one lurking about I pulled my cock out and poked it into her pussy. I was way too excited to last very long and cum after just a few strokes.

Amanda stood up holding the same two boxes of soda and said, “I guess you really couldn’t wait, could you? Those girls have the same affect on me.”

I saw some of my cum oozing from her just fucked pussy. She must have felt it too because she said, “Don’t worry, I’ll feed it to your daughter Colleen. I have already told her to get used to your taste. She owes you big time for opening your home up to her lesbian community.”

Once everything was in the house and everyone was eating I asked, “So Amanda, what’s your story?”

Miss Amore said, “Well when I was thirteen I let a sixteen-year-old boy take advantage of me. I was young and innocent he was not. We were both naked on my bed playing Doctor when he got between my legs, grabbed my nipples, and twisted the shit out of them as he poked his cock into me. I was hurting on both ends and crying for him to stop. He said that was how he did it with all of the other girls so that breaking their cherry wouldn’t hurt so badly. My ass, it hurt plenty. He was too stupid to make sure that I was excited and was lubricated inside, so he dry fucked me. He ravished me internally until he cum. Then it felt much better but by then he had pulled out, got dressed, and left.”

“At sixteen my lesbian girlfriend’s father fucked me a few times. He was cleaver. He had his daughter keep track of my periods. Apparently I was much more susceptible to sexual advances when I was ovulating. He would have his daughter get me right to the brink of orgasm then let him stick his cock in me. Being the good Catholic girl I was not on any birth control. So for the next two weeks I went through hell wondering if I was pregnant or not. I prayed to Saint Mary every night. Luckily my period came. Then the bastard did it the next month and the two months after than too until I finally got up the courage to stop it and stay away from my lover’s house. I made her come to my house instead. Two months later she was pregnant by her own father.”

“She was quite sad, then three weeks later she was on top of the world. It seems that our Parish Priest had heard her confession and given her absolution. In exchange he fucked her. After that he held a special Mass in the rear Chapel just for her. After communion everyone in the Chapel got to fuck her, the Priests, the Deacons, and even the Alter Servers. She wrote to me last month to tell me that she is pregnant for her sixth child. All of the father’s are listed as John Doe on the Birth Certificates because she honestly doesn’t know who the fathers are. Even a few Bishops have fucked her along with most of the male congregation.”

“I could have wound up like that myself but I went into a Convent to become a Nun. I had finished my four-year teaching degree when Mother Superior suggested that I leave the order. You see about half of the Nuns are lesbian and take care of each other’s needs, but I liked younger girls and they frowned on that. It’s okay for all of the Priests to be gay and go after young boys but not for the Nuns, so I was asked to leave.”

“Last year was my first year of public teaching and I openly admitted to being a lesbian and invited the girls to my house. I was asked to leave again.”

“So this year at this school I am not openly admitting that I am a lesbian. I believe that I am bisexual now. That’s why I let you fuck me outside. I was the one that asked your daughter to talk you into hosting our lesbian orgies, so I owed you that much.”

I asked, “Aren’t you afraid that you will become pregnant?”

Amanda replied, “Not really, I start my period on Tuesday so I should be pretty safe.”

I asked, “What about in two weeks when I fuck you again? After all you said that I could use you for my own pleasure whenever I needed too.”

Amanda swallowed hard and said, “I’ll just have to pray very hard.”

I smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ve had a vasectomy.”

Amanda looked shocked and said, “I thought you were a good Catholic.”

I smiled and said, “I am…now…I wasn’t a Catholic when my daughter was born and when I had the vasectomy though.”

Amanda laughed and said, “I’ve been looking for a man just like you.”

I asked, “One with a vasectomy?”

She replied, “No silly, I hadn’t even given that a thought. What I meant to say was that I have been looking for a man that I could fall in love with, that was easily excited, that couldn’t get me pregnant, and that had a young daughter that I could love too. You and Colleen are perfect for me.” Then she kissed me.

I asked, “How old are you?”

Amanda replied, “Twenty-five. How old are you?”

I replied, “Thirty-five.”

Amanda said, “I’ve always had a thing for older men. I love my father dearly and for some reason I loved the man that kept trying to get me pregnant too. Thank God he didn’t succeed…I may never have met you and Colleen.”

For the rest of the weekend Amanda and I were inseparable. We made love often and we talked about everything. By the time Sunday evening rolled around we were in love.

Monday after Colleen came home from work she said, “You know, I drank a lot of your cum from Miss Amore’s pussy and I think it’s time that I drank it directly from the source.”

I smiled and pushed her away slightly, then I said, “No honey. You stick to your girlfriends. I have Amanda now.”

She looked at me and asked, “What did you do to her. She was one of my girlfriends.”

I replied, “She still is. However, now she is my girlfriend too and maybe she will become my wife. Anyway she will be here for dinner and the three of us can talk about it then.”

When Amanda arrived she went right to Colleen and kissed her like a lover would. She ran her hands all over Colleen’s ass and breasts as they kissed. I watched Amanda’s hand go up under Colleen’s skirt, down into her panties, and enter her pussy. Then I saw Amanda bring my daughter to her knees during her intense orgasm.

Colleen eventually said, “I love you.”

Amanda replied, “I love you too and I also love your father.”

Colleen smiled and said, “Me too.”

Amanda giggled and said, “Not quite like I do, but close. You see over the weekend I realized that what I was missing in my life was your father. When I left him this morning he proposed to me and I told him that I would give him my answer tonight.”

Colleen was ecstatic and asked, “What’s your answer?”

Amanda said, “If I have your blessing, I’ll accept his offer.”

Colleen almost peed herself screaming out, “Yes, yes, oh yes, you have my blessing.”

Amanda hugged Colleen closer and said, “Thank you.” Then she stepped into my arms and kissed me just as passionately as she had my daughter.

I took the opportunity to slip my hand up under her skirt, down into her panties, and enter her pussy lips as we kissed. Her knees buckled too under my onslaught.

Colleen giggled and said, “Now you know how it feels…Mommy.”

The three of us went to my bedroom and got in ‘our’ bed to consummate our marriage proposal. Every time I filled Amanda’s pussy, Colleen would try to empty it. I had to smile knowing that Colleen and I got to rest when the other one was attacking Amanda, however Amanda was double teamed and never got a break. By the looks of her, she didn’t need a break either.

It was late when we finally got a bite to eat and then collapsed in my bed together.

That week we talked to our Priest and made arrangements for a spring wedding the following year. At first he started to give us a hard time but when Amanda whispered in his ear he became sweet as pie. Later when I asked Amanda what she had said to him she replied, “I reminded him that he could be the John Doe father of one of my friends children.”

Amanda moved in immediately. Colleen loved the way her new Mommy greeted her, by kissing her and fingering her clit until she brought her to her knees. I loved doing the same thing to Amanda.

Our weekend orgies were popular among the girls and to my delight a few of their mothers too. Amanda always made it a point to get one of the mothers into bed with us so that we could share her. There was never any jealousy.

The following year when we got married on a Friday afternoon, the church was full of our lesbian friends. Colleen was my best man and Amanda’s bride’s maid. The lesbian orgy that followed our ceremony was outstanding. We rented an entire Girl Scout Camp for our honeymoon weekend. Amanda and Colleen had a list of every woman there and then they saw to it that they had sex with each and every one of them. I was given a list of just the women that had husbands and any other woman that would accept my cock. I was told in no uncertain terms that I had to put my cock in each and every one of their pussies. I was also told to record the ones that I had cum in.

There were eighty-three girls and women on Amanda’s list and only eighteen on my list. I knew that I could cum in at least half of them, so I decided to cum in just the prettiest ones.

I looked around and walked over to a woman that could have easily become Mrs. America. She was tall, slim, and glamorous. Her breasts were firm and slightly large for her body, her buttocks were well rounded, and she had a small waist. Her high cheekbones, long blonde hair, and blue eyes made her quite desirable. When I showed her my list she pointed out her name and took my hand. I then led her to my assigned room where I could have some privacy. Elsie was really sweet. She was married to another woman but she also enjoyed pleasing a man occasionally. Elsie let me look at her. She smiled, turned around, and danced a little for me. She got closer and let me run my hands and fingers all over her body. She cooed that it had been quite some time since she had felt a man’s strong hands on her and she liked it. Then I started to make love to her. My intention was to show her that a good man was at least equal to a good woman. I kissed her luscious lips, I kissed her long neck, and I nibbled on her ears causing her to cringe and her goose bumps to show me her excitement. I kissed her breasts, licked her nipples, and I gently bit them with my teeth causing her to pull my head into her breast tightly. Then when I went down to her pussy, she opened her legs up for me and I could see just how moist she really was. Her pussy lips were wet, her thighs were wet, and her vagina had a puddle in it. I liked her short trimmed pussy hair on her love mound. The bottom half was shaved clean. She told me that her wife liked her pussy clean-shaven.

When I leaned in to kiss her pussy mound I got an intoxicating whiff of her wonderful womanly aroma. I instantly fell in lust with Elsie. Anyway I ate her pussy through three orgasms to her delight. Her taste was something that should be bottled and sold for an exorbitant amount of money. At first I thought that fucking her would somehow violate a Food and Drug law. But I quickly put that out of my mind and then I crawled up her body slipping my cock into her as I went. She kissed me, she hugged me, and then she fucked back at me as if she craved my hard cock and was trying to devour it.

The feeling was out of this world. I couldn’t imagine this Goddess wanting another woman. Then again not very many men would ever get the chance that I was having.

Elsie said, “Oh my God, you can really use that thing. I’m so glad that you are married, otherwise you just might be able to turn me straight.”

I replied, “I’m glad you’re married too, otherwise I might try to trade my wife for you.”

Elsie said, “I’m sure that my wife would trade with you occasionally, that is if you are really serious.”

We then got down to business and tried our best to please the other. She could do things with her pussy muscles that caused my balls to twitch. Making love to Elsie was unlike anything I had ever felt with another woman. For a moment I wondered if I had married the wrong woman. When I finally cum in her it a total let down, because I knew that it was over and I didn’t want it to be over. I offer to help give her a douche and get that nasty man cream out of her but she told me that she wanted to keep it inside her for a while. Then she smiled and said that she might feed it to my wife. She giggled and walked away. My life felt empty.

I wandered back out into the main area and looked around for another woman on my list. A sort of plain woman came over to me and smiled, she looked at my list, pointed and said, “That’s me.”

I looked at her and I looked back at the list before saying, “You…are…Sister Sarah?”

She smiled and said, “Yes I am. I wore my habit to your wedding but I’m naked now…so I guess it is hard to tell. I have made love to your wife Amanda and to your daughter Colleen, so you are next on my list.”

I then took a better look at her. She was plain but at the same time a very lovely lady.

Sister Sarah said, “Do you have someplace quiet and more private. Some of these lesbians would throw up if they saw you put that thing in me.”

As we walked to my room she said, “Amanda and I were in the Convent together. I was sad to see her resign, but she certainly seems happy now, and she truly loves you and Colleen.”

I closed the door and locked it.

Sister Sarah said, “I am here to be very bad. I need to feel a better connection to the real world. Will you help me out?”

I replied, “Of course I will. What would you like me to do?”

Sister Sarah said, “Everything. I want your strong hands to give me pain and pleasure, I want your hard cock to abuse me, and I want you to make me feel like a woman again.”

I said, “Well you seen to know what you want so just tell me what to do to first.”

Sister Sarah replied, “Tie me up, gag my mouth, and spank me until I pass out from too much pleasure.”

I replied, “You can’t be serious, you’re a Nun for God’s sake.”

Sister Sarah said, “Look here, I am a naked woman, I’m here for sex, rough sex, and I intend to get it. My habit only allows my hands and face to show, so you can do what ever you want to me. Do you understand?”

I could not believe that this attractive woman wanted me to treat her like a skid row whore. Just to see if she was for real, I reached out, grabbed both of her pink nipples, and pulled her to me. I kissed her hard while kneading her soft ass cheeks. I spun her around, grabbed at her pussy inserting two fingers, and then I lifted her up in front of me and carried her to the bed like a piece of meat on a hook. I tossed her face down and started spanking her lily-white ass. She screamed softly and delightfully. She wiggled her butt and teased me into hitting her harder. She reminded me that I was supposed to tie her up and gag her. She said that she really wanted it, but that a part of her wanted me to force her. She had spent the last five years in the company of women. I was the first man that she had a chance to be with and she wanted to remember me and this weekend for many years to come. I felt sorry for her.

I said, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

I went out to find Elsie. I found her, explained my situation to her, and took her back to Sister Sarah.

Elsie said, “So you are the famous Sister Sarah and you want to be used and abused, is that right?”

Sister Sarah smiled at Elsie and said, “Yes, but I don’t know how famous I am.”

Elsie slapped Sister Sarah’s bare tits twice each causing Sister Sarah to cry out in pain. She said, “You will call me Mistress. For the next forty-eight hours you belong to me. Now kiss my asshole, French kiss it, and make it good.”

Sister Sarah knelt down allowing Elsie to bend over in front of her with her ass in Sister Sarah’s face. Sarah stuck her tongue out and buried her face in between Elsie’s ass cheeks.

Elsie jumped up, turned around, and latched onto both of Sister Sarah’s nipples, dragging her across the floor and forcing her to lie on her back. Elsie said, “I didn’t tell you to lick my pussy.” Elsie took my belt from my pants and pressed a pillow over Sister Sarah’s face. Then Elsie started beating the Nun’s tits with my belt.

I had no idea of what to do. I was appalled at the beating Sister Sarah was receiving but I knew that she wanted it. Then I wondered if I should help or not. So mainly I watched, and that caused my cock to raise.

Elsie said, “Roll over so he can stick his cock in your asshole. And keep your tits pressed tightly to the rough carpet, I want you to feel them with every thrust.” She turned to me and said, “Don’t use any lubricant, she doesn’t deserve any.” Then Elsie winked at me and smiled her sweet smile.

I got in position and spread Sister Sarah’s ass cheeks apart.

Elsie shouted, “Sister Sarah, spread them yourself.” Then as I backed up the belt hit her one cheek and made her move quicker. Elsie signaled me to back up a little more. She then gave Sister Sarah several more smacks on her butt making sure to hit her moist pussy and her puckered asshole. Elsie said, “Wider” and Sister Sarah did.

I then moved in closer aiming my cock head at her brown entrance. As I touched her I pressed. It was not easy without lubrication and I pushed her forward along the carpet. With her hands holding her ass cheeks apart her breasts were tight to the rug and she cringed as she felt the pain. I pressed hard and moved her again, then I held onto her hips as I pushed some more. I started making headway and the head of my cock popped just inside her rectum. Once I had entered her the going got easier. Inch by inch I pressed it in until finally I was all the way in her rectum. To me the friction was a little much but Sister Sarah sure enjoyed it. I think she enjoyed the pain even more than the pleasure, maybe that’s why the other Nuns at the Convent didn’t totally satisfy her. She didn’t really want a cock she wanted a man to control her. So anyway as I started my fucking motion Elsie put her pussy right in front of Sister Sarah’s face and said, “Now lick my pussy and you better give me some orgasms too.” I watched Elsie reach down to the floor and pinch Sister Sarah’s tits on the sides really hard in what must have been a sensitive area causing her enough pain to contract her asshole around my cock.

Elsie was enjoying it way too much, then she said, “God I love this, I’m usually on the receiving end.” Then she said, “Don’t get the wrong idea I like being on the receiving end, so I know exactly what Sister Sarah needs.”

After I finally cum in Sister Sarah’s bowels there was a knock at the door. When I opened it a dressed woman carrying a suitcase asked, “Is my wife Elsie in here?”

Elsie replied, “I’m in here.” She looked at me and said, “You can go out and poke the rest of the women on your list. Sister Sarah is in good hands now.”

I closed the door behind me and went back to the main room looking for my next conquest.

The End
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