Author: admin

Enslaved twin sisters get their first tastes of each other’s pussies.

Author’s note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual naivety of the main characters. Also this story also features themes of rape, slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories STOP reading now. Also don’t fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the individuals in the story are or about the people who read or write this style of story. For those looking to take some enjoyment out this tale enjoy yourselves.

Also due the story line the names of characters have been changed. To help the reader from being confused by these changes here is a listing of the changes.

Molly is now Brothel Whore 3567-A

Megan is now Brothel Whore 3567-B

Unnamed twin # 1 is now Brothel Whore 3569-A

Unnamed twin #2 is now Brothel Whore 3569-B

The stepmother Shannon is now Mistress 3567

Chapter Three

Sisters become lovers

As her training began to progress Brothel Whore 3567-B had learned the truth about how they had come to be captured. It seams the organization had selected the sisters for enslavement after seeing their social media posts. They then sent in Slave Mistress number 3567 to seduce their father after seeing some of their posts about wishing he’d find someone.

Mistress 3567 had been quite effective in her task by not only getting him to marry her but even getting him to make her the sole beneficiary in his will. On top of that she was given control of the twins collage funds. Once the mistress had complete control of their father’s money and their own it was a simple matter for the organization to arrange the accident that took their father’s life. With him out of the way Mistress 3567 had a clear path for turning all of this money over to the organization and most importantly the two of them as well. Even moving for the new jobs was arranged to cover up the sister’s disappearance.

Upon finding this out any hope Brothel Whore 3567-B had of getting free was destroyed. After all not only was her father gone but so was every dime he had. Even if she could escape from where ever the hell she was she would have nothing to go back to anyway. Granted if this organization was what she feared then any chance of escape was impossible.

Though to be honest she still had doubts about how powerful the organization was but just the number of the other slaves she’d seen so far worried her. After all how could so many girls just disappear and not be noticed and mind you several cases where whole families like the case of the other twins. Them and their single mother had been enslaved along with several other single mothers and their daughters. Disappearances like that should have been noticed but somehow they can kidnap whole families and turn them into sex slaves without any fear of discovery whatsoever.

These were still secondary concerns for both her and her sister with the passing of each day they’d been subjected to humiliation after humiliation during the course of their training. The first humiliation came that first day of their training as sex slaves. After the main rules and many of the various sex acts they would be performing were explained Mistress 3567 then explained the special rules that applied just to the two sets of twins.

The first wasn’t that bad even if it was a bit awkward when she thought about. When they spoke both sisters had to speak in unison. That would take some doing to be able to say the exact same thing at the exact same time but given the choice of mastering this and feeling the whip the choice was simple.

The second unique rule they considered the worst at first but they would reconsider jumping to that conclusion later. Each set of twins would always work as a team the pleasure their superiors. Now giving a double blow job wasn’t that bad but when they were told about what a rim job was they all cringed at the thought. Especially when they were told that while one sister’s mouth was occupied with a cock or pussy then the other sister’s mouth should be working on pleasuring the ass hole. Naturally this put the task of having to lick and suck on testicles in prospective.

Granted all the slaves were to be trained to give rim jobs so technically this wasn’t any thing that special for them. Still until the worst of their special duties was explained they felt it was the most humiliating. The shivers were still going through them when the worst of the bombs was dropped on them. This duty would change the way they all looked at their sisters for the rest of their lives and the one duty they would find themselves performing almost immediately after they were told about it.

The final exclusive duty they would have was to engage in lesbian acts with their sisters. Mind you not just occasionally but they were to pleasure each other at least twice a day. Once during their morning shower and once at night before they went to sleep. Farther more during their showers they were expected to wash their sister and vise versa. Then at night they were expected to hold their sister in a lover’s embrace as they slept.

Brothel Whore 3567-B had already experienced the receiving of pleasure from another girl the same as the others and had technically already engaged in incestuous lesbian sex with Mistress 5367. Still the thought about having to have sex with her sister was unacceptable and by the looks of horror on the faces of Brothel Whore 3567-A, 3569-A, and 3569-B they were having the same feelings about the thought of having sex with a sibling one day.

Numerous thoughts and questions about having to perform such an act were freely flowing through their minds but probably the most important one hadn’t even dawned on any of them yet. When this one was brought to the forefront they would have their horror reach new heights. However they would also learn that they would still be performing these acts as well as any others regardless of how they felt when they were ordered to eat out their sisters.

When the order of Mistress 3567 was met by four looks of shock she responded by activating the girls’ shock collars. Instantly the four twins were rolling around on the floor writhing in agony. Mistress 3567 stepped the shocks momentarily to allow the sisters to recover. Though once she felt they had recovered Mistress 3567 turned the collars back on at the next level filling the room with their screams as their thrashing bodies danced along the floor during the five second burst of electricity. Satisfied that they were thoroughly motivated now Mistress 3567 gave them a moment to recover before ordering them to proceed.

“Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3569-B on your backs with your legs spread. Brothel Whores 3567-B and 3569-A while facing your sisters’ feet you will straddle your sister’s faces as you cover their faces with your pussies. Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3569-B once your sisters’ pussies are over your mouths you WILL start eating them out. Brothel Whores 3567-B and 3569-A once you each feel your sister’s tongues you will lower your faces to your sisters’ pussies and get to work yourselves.”

It was long before the four whimpering slaves were in position and the sound the sound of their oral attentions towards their sisters could be heard amongst their whimpers and sobbing. Mistress 3567 had to admire how things were progressing when she heard their vibrators turn on and the sound of their moaning began to covering up the other sounds.

Mistress 3567 had to admit the sight of twin sisters engaging in a lesbian embrace was highly arousing so she was in no mood to complain when the man bent her forward and she felt his cock rammed up her ass. Soon new sounds of flesh slapping flesh along with their grunts had began to mix with the moaning that was coming from the sisters. As the man pounded away at her ass his asked her the following in a whisper.

“Which one of the sisters did she think would come first?”

Considering how easy it was to get Brothel Whore 3567-B to eat her out she initially would have thought her but given the way she had eaten her out Mistress 3567 had to say Brothel Whore 3567-A due to the fact her sister’s talented mouth and tongue was being focused on her little cunt as they spoke. Still the four of them were still not far enough along in their training yet to make any predictions yet. Plus Mistress 3567 wasn’t secure enough in her position within the organization for her to chance making a wrong prediction yet. After all it wasn’t that big of a stretch for them to double cross her and back out of making her a Permanent Mistress within the organization since she’d already given them what they really wanted the sisters. Hell she was still a slave within the organization the same as the twins and by the fact even the mistresses and madams were only allowed numbers for identification instead of names told her that instead of being Mistress number 3567 she could be made into a worse type of slave easy enough.

What was happening to Mistress 3567 wasn’t going unnoticed by the sisters. Brothel Whore 3567-B had caught sight of what her mistress was doing and to her discomfort it only added to the sexual stimulus she was feeling. Strangely she was more turned on by what 3567-A was doing to her pussy than by what she saw Mistress 3567 doing and soon lost interest to focus solely on her own task.

Once she had started Brothel Whore 3567-B found she actually wanted to give her sister a orgasm and increased her efforts. At first she thought it was out of fear but as the pleasure she was feeling from her sister increased it became more out of gratitude to her. This sudden intensification of Brothel Whore 3567-B on the pussy of Brothel Whore 3567-A made her intensify her own efforts as she licked her sister’s pussy.

Neither of them knew which one reached climax first but before the sisters knew it they were both in the throws of intense orgasms. Strangely they both seamed to decide at almost the same time to continue to lick each other’s pussies as soon as they calmed down some. Once they started back up they found that the sensations they were feeling were even more intense and found themselves on the edge of an even more massive orgasm.

As Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3567-B became oblivious to everything around them they failed to notice when Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B brought each other to orgasm but their example wasn’t lost on the sisters. As soon as they were able Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were eating each other out again. Soon the number of orgasms the sisters had began to blur into a massive orgasmic daze that left both sets of twins covered in her sister’s vaginal fluids.

Mistress 3567 had been watching the incestuous spectacle while being sodomized and felt pride in how easy it was to accomplish. Granted once she saw how Brothel Whore 3567-B became oblivious to everything but eating her out she had suspected that all she would require was a push. Still how quickly the others had progressed was sure to reflect well for her within the organization.

So satisfied with how they were progressing that even after the tattoo master had deposited his load in her bowels Mistress 3567 allowed the sisters to continue. Even if they had a bunch of other slaves to process after this turn of events she was certain the delay would be forgiven. Besides the torment of these four were different then what was required for the others anyway. After all they could just focus on the hair removal piercings and tattooing of those slaves and not have to worry about subjecting them to forced orgasms after all.

Still they had other slaves to take care of and she finally decided to break this up. Of course that was easier said than done but a quick shock from their collars had all four of the sisters kneeling in the presentation position before her in no time. The four of their were a definite mess at this point especially considering the fact this little spectacle had shown that both Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3567-B were squirters and had coated each other during the course of their orgasms.

Brothel Whore 3567-B was on the verge of passing out by the time Mistress 3567 had stopped them and by the look of her sister and Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were in the same shape. She should of felt such shame for what she had just done but Brothel Whore 3567-B strangely couldn’t wait to have sex with her sister again. This desire had also temporary pushed aside any fears about what they had planned for them.

These fears wouldn’t stay pushed aside for long when leashes were hooked to their collars and they were forced to crawl in front of Mistress 3567 out of the room. Once they reached their destination they knew full well what was planned. Sitting along the wall was a line of toilets. Then there was the gym style showers but their destination wasn’t the showers.

As they crawled towards the toilets they all knew they couldn’t resist despite how much they wanted to. Soon all four of them were squatting over a toilet with Mistress 3567 pacing back and forth in front of them tapping her left hand with the riding crop. After crying so hard already they didn’t think they’d be even harder but when the command to pee came their shame and humiliation reached new heights as they emptied their bladders. But this humiliation paled in comparison to what was coming next for them when the command to shit came.

Brothel Whore 3567-B was still recovering from the humiliation of taking a shit in front of everyone as she washed down her sister’s body. Though from they way her sister was shaking she could tell that she was having the same issues at the moment. Brothel Whore 3567-B wanted nothing more than to take her sister into her arms and hold her so they could both cry out their shame but the orders Mistress 3567 gave the four of them before leaving them to shower were explicit.

They had just flushed the toilets when their collars, shackles, and even the vibrators were removed after they were shown around the room. After their collars and vibrators were placed on chargers they were ordered to shower of course that was after Mistress 3567 reminded them of the rules. Once they were under the shower heads Mistress 3567 ordered them to clean each other up then to use the make-up stations at the other end of the room to make themselves presentable. Then before she left them locked in the room Mistress 3567 ordered them to be done with these tasks and to be kneeling in the presentation position in front of the door when she came back.

There was a temptation with their collars off to defy their captors but after the four of them talked about it they reluctantly decided to obey their orders. Whore 3567-B thought it would have been awkward to wash her sister down as the four sisters proceeded to take their group shower. Though after everything else the four of them had already experienced so far they were used to this level of intimacy between each other.

Strangely here they were having such an intimate moment and outside of their own sisters they didn’t know anything about each other outside of they were all kidnapped sex slaves. Deciding that it was only a matter of time before they were ordered to have sex together they should know how they they ended up there. While her sister was still to out of it to tell their story so Brothel Whore 3567-B told what she knew.

When she was finished Brothel Whore 3569-A told how they had ended up as slaves. They were living with their single mother when their mother started dating this new guy. He seamed like a nice guy and they were happy for their mother but something didn’t seem right about him. Still since their mother was happy they ignored these feelings until it was to late.

Then one day he invited all of them to go on vacation with him. It had been years since they had been on a trip and the twins were getting ready to go to college so their mother jumped at the opportunity. However as soon as they were out of town they passed out only to wake up in those cages. They began to cry in each other’s arms as they thought about watching their mother being raped and then they told the others of their fear of not seeing her again.

As they finished their tales and showers they weren’t that willing for what they knew was expected of them next. That was until Brothel Whore 3567-A spotted the cameras and reminded them what happened last time they hesitated. So the four of them quickly assumed the same positions they were in the last time they pleasured their sisters. Being more experienced and without the mistress there they quickly guided each of their sisters giving them a nice orgasm and quickly moved to dry their sisters.

Grabbing towels they had almost started to dry themselves. However they had thought about how they had been already ordered to talk as one then to wash their sisters and decided to continue that pattern when it came to drying off as well as doing their hair and makeup. Sure they hadn’t been ordered to do this yet but they suspected that the order was coming sooner or later.

So once they were dried off Brothel Whore 3567-A sat in her sister’s lap while Brothel Whore 3567-B brushed her long blonde hair. Likewise Brothel Whore 3569-B sat in her sister’s lap while Brothel Whore 3569-A took care of her hair. Once their hair was brushed and back in the pony tails the girls turned around so their sisters could apply their makeup before switching positions.

They had been given no orders on how they were to prepare themselves so technically outside of the pony tails they kept the make-up to a minimum. Granted with their looks none of them required much anyway. So outside of the basics the only thing they really bothered with was to be certain it was identical on each of their sisters. From the fact they were being kept together to their special orders and duties they all knew them being identical twins were important to this organization and none of the girls wanted to incur it’s wrath.

So before they started the decision was made between the four of them that they would do whatever they were ordered to regardless of what the orders were. None of them were looking forward to any of it outside of some of the sex. Still if it meant that them and their sisters would be spared being punished then they would be the best sex slaves this organization had ever trained.

So when Mistress 3567 returned they were finished and kneeling in the presentation positions. Even as the rest of the girls from the cages crawled in ahead of her they didn’t break position. Just as the three slaves that had been with them during their own training session had done the four of them didn’t react at all to the presence of these new slaves. Sure it wasn’t easy not reacting as these slaves suffered the same humiliation at the toilets but as much as they felt sorry for them they weren’t their sisters.

After all the the only thing that any of the four them had left was their sisters and they would have to do anything to protect them. They even realized that one set of sisters would probably be required to do cruel and nasty things to the others at some point. So they decided that no grudges would be held since they knew if the roles were reversed they’d do the same thing. The only thing that they were concerned about was what they may have to do to their sisters. After all after they had been ordered to have sex with their sisters they figured other taboo things were in store for them as well and that was still serious grounds for concern for them.

Thankfully they also suspected such a incident wouldn’t be happening today. So they should just worry about the current plans for them were and save the concerns about the future for later. Even once their collars, shackles, and vibrators were put back on they weren’t considering what could happen tomorrow just any immediate tortures or humiliations. Unfortunately of the possible torments going through their minds having sex with their sisters in front of these new slaves wasn’t one of them.

It started when Mistress 3567 ordered the two expected slave to partner with 3567-A and 3569-B. Next Brothel Whore 3567-B watched as the two of them began to instruct her sister and 3569-B in something called scissoring. However it was when they began to practice it that began to arouse 3567-B. Or more precisely caused her vibrator to turn on as she watched these girls rubbing their pussies against her sister’s pussy and 3569-B’s pussy. 3567-B almost felt a tinge of jealousy as she watched this but soon the girls suddenly stopped their demonstration for some reason.

This reason became clear to 3567-B when the girls partnered with her and 3569-A and began to practice with them. Sadly as soon as 3567-B had gotten into the sensations the girl separated from her. Though before she could comprehend the loss her sister was talking the girls place between her legs. As her pussy pressed against her sister’s 3567-B suddenly understood what was expected of them.

Strangely as they began to grinding their pussies neither sisters felt any shame or humiliation. All they were concerned about was the sensations they were feeling. Even when 3567-B leaned forward and began to kiss her sister the fact they had an audience of shocked sex slaves watching them didn’t even register. All they cared about was the pleasure they felt as the gyrations of their hips increased.

3567–B didn’t know how long they had been at it when her sister cried out in orgasm. All she did know was she wasn’t ready to stop as her sister began to pull away from her. However to her relief 3567-B was immediately pushed onto her back by her sister and when 3567-A lowered her pussy onto her face 3567-B understood what her sister was up to. As her sister’s wet pussy lips got within reach 3567-B reached out with her tongue and began to lick.Before her tongue had made one pass over her sister’s pussy 3567-B felt her sister’s tongue delve into her own glistening folds.

Now thoroughly oblivious to everything but giving 3567-A as much pleasure as she was receiving 3567-B intensified her efforts. Soon she was lost in a world of pure sexual joy. Not caring about anything but the waves of pleasure as another orgasm hit. 3567-B buried her face in her sister’s pussy as she cried out in orgasmic bliss sending vibrations from her screams to her sister. Before she knew it 3567-B felt an answering cry as 3567-A cried out in her own orgasm with her own face buried in her sister’s pussy.

Not wanting to stop 3567-B quickly thrust her tongue back into her sister’s pussy and began to lap up as much her her juices as she could. Before she could even process it however 3567-B felt her sister’s tongue delve into her own pussy locking them into what felt like a never-ending cycle of orgasms. Blind to everything but the pleasure they were having the two of them soon lost track of everything as their orgasms began to blur into one massive climax.

3567-B was only shaken out of her daze when she felt her sister’s cries suddenly change from those of pleasure to ones of pain. As her senses began to return 3567-B suddenly felt the stinging sensation of the riding crop striking her hip. As 3567-B began to process the sudden pain she heard her sister cry out again as she started to move off of her. Even as her sister was moving 3567-B felt the sting of the crop again and was spurred into motion herself.

One look at the face of Mistress 3567 as she pointed the riding crop at a spot on the floor told the two of them what she wanted. As the quickly got into the presentation position with the other slaves 3567-B caught sight of the other twins in the exact same lover’s embrace she had just been in with her sister. However once Mistress 3567 delivered blows to their hips and asses with the riding crop they were soon in kneeling in the presentation position along side them.

As she saw the looks of shock on the faces of 3569-A and 3569-B as they looked at the other slaves lined up 3567-B was hit with her own realization. Her tears began to flow as the shame of her actions set in. When 3567-B heard her sister quietly sob herself she knew 3567-A was feeling the same shame and humiliation as her. 3567-B was soon in a losing battle with her own tears as Mistress 3567 began to connect short lengths of chains to each of the slaves’ collars. Before she knew it they all had a length of chain running from the back of one slave’s collar then to the back of another’s. Once Mistress 3567 was done 3567-B found herself at the end of the line of slaves as they stood up and were lead from the room.

Many questions including where they were being taken, what would they do next to them and why were her and her sister the only ones without their arms shacked behind their backs were on the top of her list until 3567-B noticed that neither of the other twins were connected to them. Looking over her shoulder 3567-B saw the two sisters being lead away in the opposite direction and she began to fear that she wouldn’t see them again. Even as the line of slaves entered a corridor with cells running down both sides 3567-B couldn’t help to worry about the twins.

These worries however were pushed aside as one by one the other slaves were unhooked and pushed into a cell and the waiting arms of another slave already in the cell. Even as the doors of the cells were closed the newer slaves were forced onto their knees in front of their new cellmates. 3567-B didn’t need any explanation for what was about to happen to them shortly. Even as the slaves she was brought with began to plead 3567-B was pushed into a cell along with her sister. As cell doer closed 3567-B was shocked to see she was alone with her sister in the cell.

3567-B looked at Mistress 3567 in shock as she gestured to the blankets rumpled into a bed on the floor. As she watched the mistress walking the line of cells 3567-B was already in her sister’s waiting arms. Though as they comforted each other on the makeshift bed they heard the sobbing from the other cells as their companions were forced to eat out their cellmates.

As the sounds of the sobbing slave girls overwhelmed the confines of the cell the sisters pulled each other into a tighter embrace. Even while all of the other slaves were engaged in their lesbian activities the two them only held each other. Maybe it was they had already gorged themselves on lesbianism or out of worry for 3569-A and 3569-B or possibly out of the shame they felt after their last truest. Neither of the sister’s were in the mood for sex. So they tuned out the what was happening in the other cells and clung to each other in silent contemplation of the days events.

Even as the sobbing of their fellow slaves suddenly changed into moaning as their partners began to return their lesbian attentions didn’t shake them out of their trance. They even failed to notice when Mistress 3567 returned. Only as their cell door suddenly open did the two them snap out of their trance. Suddenly realizing who was standing in the doorway the two of them cowered tighter together fearing what she might do.

However her return was only to deliver the twins other cellmates. 3567-B felt a feeling of relief was over her as both 3569-A and 3569-B were pushed into the cell with them. As the door was closed they were quickly joined in their bed by the other twins. As soon as they were next to them 3569-A and 3569-B pulled each other into a similar embrace as 3567-B and 3567-A. As she walked away they heard Mistress 3567 say.

“It’s bedtime slaves you know what’s expected of you.”

As in to drive the point home all four of them jumped as they felt the vibrators turn on. Before 3567-B had time to consider anything her sister pulled her into a kiss as she pushed her onto her back. 3567-B soon felt one of the other twins laying next her as their sisters climbed on top of them to continue the embrace. An unspoken decision had been made between the four of them that this time was going to be different. With their uncertain and definitely unpleasant future ahead of them they would have one moment they could hold on to where what they did was to express their love and not to cater to the passions of others.

Before it was about giving as much pleasure as quickly as possible now they moved way slower. Their fingers slowly glided across each other’s bodies gently brushing across their sensitive nipples. Their kisses shifted from each other’s lips to their earlobes to finally their breasts. Kisses were laid along their abdomens as they began to make their way lower down each other’s bodies.

With agonizing slowness they finally reached their destination. However they focused their attention on the flesh surrounding their sister’s pussies rather then immediately diving in. This was becoming an exercise in trial and error as the sisters learned what touches brought each other the most pleasure.

Strangely enough neither sister really wanted to be eaten out by the other so when their tongues finally found their way into their pussies they stopped each other and moved into another position. As their legs interweaved they pulled each other back into a even more passionate embrace. Soon their tongues began their own dance within their mouths as their hips began their own gyrations.

Soon their moans began to intensify as their hips’ gyrations increased. Before long they were crying their joint climaxes as they finally collapsed exhausted into each other’s arms. As they drifted off into a peaceful slumber they felt the other sisters snuggling up next to them.

Chapter Four coming soon

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I rang the bell and heard nothing. I turned to the others who had crowded in to allow whoever was watching the CCTV to see who was ringing. After a few moments I went to press it again when there was a ‘click’, indicating the door had unlocked.

Building a Dream: Part Seven

This continues the evening with our good friends Manus and Sara directly following part six

I rang the bell and heard nothing. I turned to the others who had crowded in to allow whoever was watching the CCTV to see who was ringing. After a few moments I went to press it again when there was a ‘click’, indicating the door had unlocked. I pushed it open and we walked into a, dark corridor at the end of which was sat a rather big bloke behind a counter next to another door, who was reading that months Vogue.

He looked at us and said,

“Sixty.” I went to reach for my wallet but Manus handed over three twenties. The bloke counted it, pressed an unseen button and the door next to him clicked open.

“Up the stairs.” The bloke said putting the money in a drawer. “Booths on the left, cinema, toilets and café on the right. No funny business, this is a reputable establishment.”

The irony wasn’t lost on us as we went through and climbed the stairs, both girls giggling.

At the top of the stairs, Sara led the way. Turning right, we looked in at the cinema which was showing gangbang porn on a biggish screen in a fairly large room. It had several couches and old armchairs in various positions facing the screen. There were several other pieces of apparatus but, in the dim light, I couldn’t make out exactly what. At the back was a counter at which sat another big bloke with fridges full of soft drinks and snacks and condoms and lube on little racks on the counter. He was the only person in there and was flicking through a puzzle magazine. He looked up at us but went back to reading when he saw we weren’t staying. We went to leave but Jay had stopped and was watching the gangbang on the screen. A woman on her knees, men with hard cocks stood around her as she went from one to another, sucking and wanking as she went. I grabbed her hand and led her out, her eyes not leaving the screen until we left.

After using the, surprisingly clean, toilets located by the cinema door, Sara led us to the booths. There was a long, dimly lit corridor with ten doors on the right-hand side. No men were hanging around the booths which is what I expected from all the gloryhole porn I had watched. Maybe it was too early?

Sara tried each door as she went, each opening with no occupant until she reached the last three which were locked from the inside. We could clearly hear a woman being fucked in there as she yelled out for ‘Brian’ to fuck her harder.

Sara walked back to the third door, opened it, looked inside, and said, “This one.”

We followed her in and Manus put the bolt across locking it. It was about three metres long but only about a metre or so wide. There was porn playing a six-man, one girl gangbang on a screen fixed firmly to the end wall, a couple of low padded stalls, several rolls of toilet roll on a shelf by the TV, a small wastepaper basket and on each side wall was two large holes at about crotch height, side by side about a metre apart. Above each of them were two larger holes at chest height. It was dark, the only light coming from the TV screen. Sara looked around the small space and said to Jay,

“Right, get undressed.”

Jay hesitated. She had never seen anything like this in real life before, only on the video I showed her. Sara had dropped her dress, taken her shoes off and was completely naked. Seeing Jay that Jay was hesitating in undressing she turned to her and said,

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can just watch if you like?”

Jay looked over to me and Manus, who had pulled his phone out of his pocket and was getting ready to start filming. She looked back at Sara and then pulled her dress down and slid it off over her hips. She removed her shoes and was also naked. Sara sat on a stool next to one of the holes and patted the spare stool next to her. Jay slowly sat down and crossed her arms and legs. This was definitely outside of her comfort zone. Turning to Sara she asked,

“What now?”

“We wait,” Sara replied, turning to the porn on the screen which was showing the woman getting a cock in her cunt and one in her arse at the same time while blowing another. Jay turned and, noticing this was soon engrossed. We all watched as all the men came at once, in her cunt, her arse and mouth. Cum was pouring out around both cocks and from the girl’s mouth from where she was unable to catch it all. The men pulled away from her to be immediately replaced by three more cocks to continue the harsh, but judging by the encouraging shouts from the woman not too unpleasant fucking. Jay was mesmerised at this. Her mouth was open watching and her breathing had changed. She was getting turned on.

Jay leant forward to her and whispered,

“Amsterdam.” She nodded to the screen and whispered in Jay’s ear, “You can have all that in Amsterdam.”

Just then, we heard the door on one of the booths next to us being locked next to where Sara was sat. She looked up at Manus, who had turned on the torch on his phone and had started filming and winked before putting her fingers through the hole. She removed them to be followed by an erect cock. Sara slowly took it in her hand and started to rub up and down before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around the helmet and started sucking. She held it firm as her mouth went up and down, the helmet rubbing up and down the inside of the cheeks as she moved it around in her mouth. We all watched her as she expertly sucked it, Jay leaning around to watch closer. There was then a knocking on the wall and Sara stopped sucking and held it into her wide-open mouth as she wanked it. Long shots of cum hit her in the mouth, lips and face and she held pools of it on her tongue before turning to us and in full view of the camera, pulled her tongue in and swallowed it all, using her fingers to wipe any vestiges of cum on her face into her mouth. The spent cock retreated back into the hole and we heard the door unlock and the person leave.

“See,” Sara said to Jay, kissing her on the lips leaving a tiny drop of cum. “It’s easy.”

As she said this another cock appeared in the same hole. It was shorter, but thicker. Sara again sucked it, holding the shaft with a couple of fingers, rubbing it, before reaching through the hole to cup the person’s balls. Another knock on the wall and she repeated having the cum shoot into her mouth, not so much this time but she swallowed all she could and sucked the cock dry before it disappeared.

Sara looked from wall to wall then looked at me and Manus saying,

“It’s quiet here, isn’t it? Not as busy as Amsterdam.” As she said that, we heard the door on the booth on Jay’s side lock.

Jay looked at me in panic and Sara sensed this. She put her arm around her and said quietly into her ear, “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t.” At that, a hard, long cock appeared through the hole a few inches from Jay. She looked at me, at Manus who was filming, and around at Sara. Sara gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then nodded towards the cock.

It was big, long rather than thick. Jay looked at it then reached down for the vodka bottle and took a big gulp. She passed it to Sara then lent her face forwards and took the helmet into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it for a few moments and then slowly lent all the way forward, taking the length of the cock fully into her mouth and throat. She slowly moved backwards and forwards, only using her mouth to support it as she sucked it. She pulled back for air before moving forward and taking it back fully into her mouth. She sped up, head bobbing; cock in her mouth, her hands holding on to her knees and shortly there was a knock on the wall. She pulled the length out and kept sucking the helmet, her mouth clamped tightly around it as the cock pulsated and filled her mouth with cum. We could hear the owner of the cock gasping as he shot his load down her throat and was moving his cock backwards and forwards so every last drop would fill her. I could see her throat contracting as she swallowed the cum, grabbing hold of the shaft and sucking until every last drop was swallowed, then pulling her head back and catching her breath. The cock disappeared through the hole and Jay looked around at us.

“Wow!” Manus said to her. “You can really deep throat.”

Sara turned Jay’s face to her own and kissed her, slowly parting her lips with her tongue, and embracing her as Jay responded by putting her arms around Sara’s neck. I was hard. Very hard. I imagined Manus was too.

“You are fucking amazing,” Sara said before kissing her forehead and reaching up and playing with both of Jay’s nipples.

Jay turned to me said,

“Can you get me a drink, a cold one, water preferably?” I unlocked the door and look around. No one was about. Manus locked the door behind me and I headed to the café.

In the cinema there was a woman and a man on one of the couches. They were fully clothed and watching the porn. They looked up at me as I entered then went back to watching the gangbang on screen.

The man behind the counter was doing a Sudoku puzzle in a magazine and looked up when I approached.

“Two cold bottles of water please.” I asked.

He reached into the fridge and passed them to me, misted and very cold.

“Two quid.” He said going back to his puzzle. I was surprised at the price, especially for London, so paid him and turned to watch the film. The girl on screen was getting gangbanged by four blokes; two black, two white who all had big cocks. They were all taking turns to fuck her arse as she blew one of the others.

It must have been about ten minutes before I realised what I was meant to be doing. The woman on the couch had her head on the man’s lap and was now blowing him. I would have liked to have stayed and watched but instead, headed back to the booths which, in the short while I was away, were getting busier. A group of five men were stood around outside our booth door, the doors either side being already shut. A couple of them I recognised from the sex shop earlier. I walked past them and knocked on the booth door.

“Manus, it’s me.”

The door opened slightly and I slipped in, a couple of the men outside getting a peek of what was going on within before Manus shut and bolted it. Both girls were on their knees with a cock in each mouth. Jay was deep throating again, this time with a faster pace while Sara was sucking the last drops of cum from hers. She turned to me and Manus and opened her mouth wide to show it full of cum for the benefit of the camera. Another cock appeared through the same hole which Sara grabbed and started to wank. With a wink she swallowed the cum in her mouth as a knock came from Jay’s side of the wall. Jay took her mouth off the cock, and just kept the helmet in, her throat contracted again as she swallowed every ounce of cum the cock could spare. The cock retreated to be instantly replaced by another.

Manus had undressed and was naked, his hard cock standing proud in front of him as he continued to concentrate his phone camera on the action. I got undressed and squatted down near Jay to get a good look at her sucking skills. With the cock in her mouth she looked at me and winked. Any apprehension she had about coming to the gloryhole had clearly subsided as she started sucking the cock harder.

The cock retreated from the hole leaving Jay confused. She looked through the hole and someone spoke to her. She looked at me as she listened to what she was being asked to do, then stood up to face the wall, parted her legs, lined her cunt to the hole in the wall and held her hand out for the water bottle. I took the cap off and passed it to her and she took long gulps of it then passed it back as a hand came through the hole and started to stroke her cunt while another came through the higher hole and started to squeeze her tits, pinching the nipples. The fingers stroked up and down her already wet cunt then inserted a finger. Jay let out a gasp as it went in her up to the knuckle and slowly started to finger fuck her. Her tits were being squeezed hard, the nipples receiving sharp pinches which made her squeal out each time, not through unwanted pain, I didn’t doubt.

Sara had stopped sucking her cock and had turned around to bend down in front of the hole. A cock came through and after several attempts and a helping hand from Sara slid easily pass her flaps and into her cunt. Sara braced herself with both hands on the opposite wall next to where Jay stood as the anonymous cock built up a pace. She was panting and groaning with each thrust and backed up as hard to the wall she could. From my position I watched the cock going in and out of her. Seeing another person getting fucked close up, other than my Jay, was a new and not unwelcome experience. I looked back to Jay and the finger inside her had been joined by another. She was giving out little yelps as the fingers rubbed in and out and occasionally, running up to her clit. Jay was now flat against the wall. One of her tits was through the hole and judging by her squeals, was being manipulated by whoever was next door and by the expression on her face and the little yelps she was giving out, they were probably getting sucked and bitten.

A voice from the booth said something to Jay and she kneeled down quickly as the cock came back through the hole. As she went to put her mouth around it, it started cumming. She grabbed the shaft and, instead of closing her mouth around it, opened her mouth and let it shoot in and around her tongue, lips, and cheeks as she wanked it to completion.

She squeezed the last drop out over her fingers and the cock went back through the hole. She looked at me and licked her fingers, wiping them over her face and collecting the thick globules to put in her mouth. She looked up at Manus holding the camera, looked at the cum dripping off her fingers and decided to make a show of it, slowly running her tongue around her fingers before inserting each finger one at a time and sucking them clean.

Sara started to shout as the cock in her got faster and with more violent thrusts. There was a very quick rapping on the wall but Sara didn’t move away. She moved her body backwards and forwards, ramming herself on the cock and shouting, ‘FUCK, FUCK,’ as she did so. Manus quickly moved the camera under her legs as I moved next to him and watched as the man came in Sara. With each outward stroke of the cock, cum started to flow around it, drops falling close to the camera as it unloaded into Sara who was going through her own orgasm. The cum was dripping off her pussy lips as the cock slowed then slowly retracted away and back through the hole. A gush of cum started to flow from Sara’s cunt, a steady stream dripping on to the floor and Manus had recorded it all on camera.

Sara stood up, leaned back on the wall, and began inserting her fingers in her cunt to scoop up the cum and repeatedly licked it off her hand and fingers. Satisfied she had got it all she kneeled on the floor and licked up the remnants pooling there, smiling, and winking at the camera as she did so.

She reached over to Manus and kissed him, rolling her tongue in his mouth and he eagerly responded, drips of cum around her mouth entering his that he readily swallowed. Sara then sat on the stool, her legs still shaking slightly and took Manus cock in her mouth as he stood above her.

Jay had watched this, along with continuing to watch the gangbang on the screen. The woman now had two cocks in her arse and one in her mouth, each cock thrusting into her with slick movements. Jay began fondling her nipples as she watched. Something about what was happening on the screen had certainly affected her. She moved a hand down to rub her cunt, unaware that another cock had been poking through the hole next to her.

Having seen it, she stood and said through the hole higher up,

“Sorry, I didn’t know you there.”

“That’s alright,” the voice the other side of the wall replied. “Could you suck my cock please?”

I had stood up and leaned against the wall on Jay’s side and heard this exchange. As Jay took hold of the cock she looked up and said to me,

“How very polite.” Before wrapping her lips around the helmet and proceeding to suck before taking it further down into her mouth. She deep throated and began playing with her clit as she did so and started to moan between sucks on the cock. Sara, having recovered from her orgasm and still sucking Manus, reached under Jay’s legs from behind and started to rub Jay’s cunt, moving her hand up to rub her clit, allowing Jay to release her hand to hold herself flat against the wall, the cock deep in her throat.

Just as Jay was getting into a stride of moving her body in small movements on Sara’s hand, the cock retreated back not the wall. Jay looked up at me with a puzzled look on her face, not sure what had happened. The cock then reappeared; a condom fully rolled along its length. She looked up at me and I nodded and mouthed, “It’s okay,” She smiled at me, stood up and, bending over, backed herself against the wall, her cunt aligned with the hole. I squatted down and watched as she grabbed the shaft and guided it passed her pussy lips and into her readily wet cunt before reaching over with both hands to support herself on the other wall.

The cock started to fuck her, slowly at first before speeding up, the man’s balls swinging through the hole in rhythm with the pace of the fucking. Jay started to squeal with each pump and this had bought her to the attention of the hole near where her face was. A cock appeared, a big black cock and presented itself close to her face. She moved her head and took the helmet into her mouth, the width of the booth not allowing her to take the entire length, and began sucking, her head movements bobbing back and forth in line with the fucking she was receiving from behind.

Sara reached up and gripped the shaft of the black cock, holding it steady as Jay slipped her mouth up and down the helmet and used her other hands to cup and gently squeeze the swinging balls. This must have had an effect because the man started to wrap frantically on the wall and he started cumming, Jay opening her mouth and receiving splashes of it on her tongue and lips. Sara gripped the cock and wanked it to its conclusion, shaking it causing cum to flick around Jay’s face and on to her hair.

She then clamped her mouth to Jay’s, kissed her for a moment, tongues rolling cum between them before she licked around Jay’s face to pick up the excess cum, before tonguing it into Jay’s mouth. The man fucking Jay then gave a grunt and came, his knees banging against the wall as he did so. The pace slowed to a stop and after a brief moment the cock backed into the hole allowing Jay to sit back on the floor against the wall.

“Thank you.” The man said through the hole.

“That’s quite alright,” puffed Jay. “Your welcome.”

Cocks appeared at both holes either side. The girls looked at each other and started laughing, finding amusement in the situation before kneeling in front of the holes and taking the cocks in their mouths, all the while being filmed by a naked Manus, his big hard cock being rubbed with his other hand. I then felt a hand on my own cock coming from the other hole on Jay’s side of the wall. I looked down and saw that a small hand with painted fingernails had reached through and was now wanking me.

So, there were other woman here. Jay was too engrossed with a cock in her mouth to notice so I didn’t move. I let the hand rub up and down, getting quicker, the sensation of an anonymous hand on me was amazing as I watched my wife of fifteen years giving a complete stranger a blow job.

The cock retreated out of Jay’s mouth and something was said to her that I couldn’t hear. Jay listened then stood up straight with her back against the wall as a pair of hands came through the upper holes and reached around her to squeeze both tits and play with her nipples. Jay looked at the porn as this happened. The woman on the screen was being fucked again, two big cocks, fucking the arse and cunt in rhythm with each other. Jay began heavy breathing, the mixture of being groped and watching the porn was getting her juices going again. One hand retreated and reached through the lower hole and started to rub her cunt from between her legs as she parted them to allow him to do so.

The hand disappeared to be replaced by a very big and hard cock that started probing around her arse cheeks. The hand let go from Jay’s tit and she bent over to allow the cock to glide into her, bracing herself on the other wall next to where Sara had just received another face full of cum. The cock slowly started to fuck her before picking up the pace to fuck her hard and Jay was clearly enjoying it. She got more audible, groaning and shouting,”FUCKING YES!” as the cock fucked her hard. This went on for a couple of minutes and then stopped. The cock retreated leaving Jay to stay in position and catch her breath. A hand appeared at the hole and started to stroke between her arse cheeks, probing for her arsehole. She didn’t move as it found the hole and started to prod the tip slowly in and then out in slow movements. The hand disappeared and returned, the finger glistening with some form of lube. The finger gently prodded then slipped slowly in up to the knuckle. Jay let out a short scream but didn’t move as the finger probed around inside her before disappearing again and returning with more lube to re-enter her, a second finger joining the first. Jay screwed her eyes tight and squealed as both fingers fucked her arse. The fingers disappeared and were replaced by the big cock which prodded around, seeking her lubed and ready arse. Jay reached behind, held it against her arsehole and braced herself as it slowly forced its way in, stretching her hole as the big helmet entered, causing her to yell. The helmet slowly slipped in and stopped. Jay held herself against the wall and puffed to catch her breath. The cock then slid slowly in and out, moving a little further in with each thrust until it was fully in her arse with the man’s balls hanging down by her pussy lips. It slowly started to fuck her, the man holding on to the higher holes for leverage as he pulled his cock in and out and build up a pace.

The hand was still wanking me as this went on. I could only assume that as they were in the same booth this was the man’s girlfriend. ‘Us Brits are more liberal than people are led to believe,’ I thought to myself as the hand got faster.

Sara had moved herself below Jay’s legs and was rubbing Jay’s clit as the cock slid easily in and out of Jay’s arse. Manus had moved himself below Jay’s legs and had positioned himself to get a clear view of the cock sliding in and out of her arse. I looked down at the screen and was impressed at the quality of the picture. ‘I must get myself a new phone,’ I thought as the man’s pace quickened and the banging of the man’s knees on the wall got louder

Jay started to squeal and I could tell she was going to cum soon. The man began knocking on the wall, rapping hard to let her know he was going to cum. Rather than pull away from the wall, Jay stayed and started to move her body backwards and forwards on the cock, giving out little shouts of “YES, YES, YES!” as the cock pumped faster in and out of her stretched but, by now, loose arse and Sara’s fingers rubbing hard on her clit had bought her to a big orgasm. I watched as the cock slid in and out faster and then came. The veins on the cock pulsing as its load was released deep into Jay’s arse while Jay simultaneously squirted her juices over Sara’s hand. The movements slowed then stopped. Nobody moved, apart from the hand on my cock which was now wanking me with a good rhythm.

Jay stayed where she was, impaled on the cock in her arse, only her shaking legs moving, and not wanting to release the cock by the smile on her face as she panted out of breath.

“Wow!” said Manus, impressed by Jay’s reaction that he was fortunate to have caught on film. The cock slowly pulled out of Jay’s arse with a plop, followed by a line of thick cum and I watched as the hole started to slowly shrink back to its normal size, engulfing a large amount of cum within.

Jay didn’t move. She stayed bent in front of the hole, panting to get her breath back. She looked at the three of us and started to smile as she started to breathe slower. Her introduction to anal sex was starting to have benefits.

She then froze and her eyes started to widen. She started to give little moans and began to slowly move backwards and forwards as if some unseen force was pushing and pulling her.

The three of us looked behind and found that without a sound or any indication of another person being in the adjoining booth, a cock had slipped through the hole and straight into Jay’s wet cunt and had started fucking her.

Jay was wide eyed and was clearly getting into the rhythm as she moved backwards and forwards. A pair of arms reached through the upper holes and gripped on to her shoulders and pulled her back so she wasn’t fully bent, more leaning her up against the wall. The hands reached around and gripped on to both of her tits and squeezed them hard, making her yell out but not stopping her from responding to the cock, plunging in and out of her.

Another cock appeared on Sara’s side of the wall. Without taking her eyes off Jay, she backed up to the wall and, bending over, eased it into her cum soaked cunt. She held on to the opposite wall for support as she got fucked, not taking her eyes off Jay.

Jay shut her eyes and moaned loudly as the hands on her tits squeezed her nipples hard and the pace picked up. She had spread her legs wide, giving the three of us a clear view of a very big cock, ramming up into her. Manus alternated his camera between the cock fucking Sara and the cock fucking Jay, not wanting to miss the inevitable cum shots

The hands let go of Jay’s shoulders allowing her to bend fully over and brace her hands on the opposite wall next to Sara, allowing the cock to enter fully and pick up a faster pace. Sara reached around and began kissing jay, wide mouthed, tongues searching each other’s mouths as they were both shunted back and forth from the frantic fucking.

Simultaneous knocking came from both walls as Manus squatted down holding the camera and alternating between both girls spread legs. The cock in Sara came first, cum gushing out and around the cock as the pace slowed and came to a stop. Manus moved the camera to Jay just as the man fucking her came. Jay was moving her body back and forth on the cock and cum had started to leak out the sides, thick globules splashing on the floor around her feet. The pace slowed to a stop and the cock retreated back into the hole, a stream of cum pouring out of Jay’s cunt. She reached down to cup whatever she could and, repeating Sara’s actions form earlier, scooping it into her mouth and rubbing her fingers around her pussy lips to collect it all.

Having collected all she could, she slowly slid to the floor and sat with her back on the wall, dipping her fingers into the pool of cum on the floor and licking them clean. Sara had collected all the cum from her own cunt and was also sat, opposite Jay wiping the last little drops from the floor into her own mouth.

Jay was still a bit out of breath and panted slowly,

“That’s it, I’m done. I can’t carry on.”

She then noticed the hand on my cock and asked,

“Who’s that?”

Hearing this Manus pointed the camera in my direction as I replied,

“I haven’t got a clue.” The owner of the hand must have heard this as it stopped wanking me and disappeared back through the hole, which was fortunate because another few seconds and it would have been covered with my own cum. Having spent the last hour watching my lovely wife sucking and fucking, I was close and ready to cum.

“Okay,” said Sara wiping herself with toilet paper from the role offered by Manus, “We’ll call it a day, shall we?” She passed the roll to Jay who sat up a little and started to wipe the vestiges of cum that was now leaking out of her, probably sore, arse.

“Good idea,” said Jay. She looked knackered, or rather, fucked. This had been quite an exertion for her and all the activity and alcohol was causing her to flag. “I need the loo though.” She put the sodden pieces of toilet in the small bin and held her hand out to me. I helped her stand and passed her dress to her and we all began to dress.

The girls smoothed down their dresses and ran their fingers through their dishevelled hair. I looked at the pair of them and thought that even after all the blowing and fucking, they still looked hot. I was now desperate for shag and I bet Manus was also, although he now had a nice little film to wank over later.

I slowly opened the door and looked out. No one was outside waiting but all the booths were shut, various noises of fucking coming from behind the locked doors. Jay’s legs were shaking and she needed a bit of support by Sara to walk as moved down the dimly lit, but noisy corridor.

Sara tugged Manus’s arm and said, “Coffee,” while helping Jay to shakily walk through the toilet door. Manus and I headed to the cinema which was empty apart from the man behind the counter who had now moved on to a word search in the same magazine. Another gangbang film was on the big screen. A girl was sat on squatting over a man, his cock in her arse while another lined up a cock to her cunt as she lay back, slid it easily into her and commenced fucking. Another man was stood over her and she took his cock in her mouth and sucked while about five other men stood by, watching and wanking.

Manus ordered four coffees from the man behind and turned to watch the film.

“Jay is very impressive,” He said to me as he put milk and sugar in each of his and Sara’s coffee, surprisingly supplied in two clean mugs. “If you ever come to Amsterdam, she would be very popular.”

I put just milk in mine, black for Jay and replied,

“I think this week will be the only adventures of this kind we’ll have. We’re only here for a few more days and it’s been quite a week already. All of this was unexpected. We’ve never done anything like this before and, judging by how knackered she looks, I reckon that’ll be it. The next few days will probably be spent doing what we came to London to do; museums, galleries, shows and probably recovering.”

“That’s a shame,” Manus said smiling. “Sara’s really taken a shine to her. But if that’s it for you guys, I respect that. Maybe we could still spend some time with you, you know, join you for some of the trips you’ve mentioned, maybe dinner too?”

“I’d like that and I’m sure Jay would. “ I said taking a sip of my coffee. It was good, very good. They really knew how to cater for the clientele.

The girls came out of the toilet and headed over to us, Jay recovered now and walking unaided, albeit slower than normal. We handed them their coffees and sat on a long couch, the girls together, me and Manus on either side, to drink and watch the gangbang on the screen. I looked at Jay. After all she had been through over the past hour she was fixated with watching the film. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Manus turned to Sara and said what we had discussed about doing trips together around London and dinner.

“That would be lovely,” she said smiling at both me and Jay.

I nodded in agreement while Jay, eyes fixed on the screen said,

“Definitely.”

We watched he film for a bit and were just draining our mugs when a girl entered and seeing us, came over and with a little wave said, “Hi.”

It was the girl from the sex shop who had told us about the place. She was naked apart from a pair of lacy panties and had obviously been in a booth, judging from her messed up hair and her clothes bunched up in a pile under her arm. I looked at her fingernails. It was the same fingers that was wanking me earlier. She looked at all of us but her eyes kept looking back to me

Sara stood up and gave the girl a hug.

“Hello sweetie,” she said to the girl and led her to sit on the couch with us. “I had a feeling you knew this place better than you were letting on.”

Manus moved up to allow the girl to sit down between Sara and Jay.

“I really shouldn’t have said so much, not with my cousin with me.” The girl explained. “We went in there to buy an inflatable man for her hen night and got a bit carried away with telling you. I tend to have a big mouth and when you said there were no gloryholes, it just came out. I’m Katy, by the way.” She reached around and shook mine and Manus’s hand whilst receiving a kiss on the lips rom the girls. She held on to my hand a little longer and our eyes met and lingered, only for a brief moment, but long enough for me to gaze into those beautiful blue eyes.

“Where’s your cousin now?” Sara asked.

“Gone home.” She replied. “I told her I was meeting a friend for a drink to discuss her hen night so she took the hint and left. I then came straight here.”

“Do you come here often?” Jay asked still not taking her eyes off the woman who was receiving a face full of cum from three men stood over her. Not noticing the accidental pun, she replied,

“From time to time I do. I live in Covent Garden so it’s only a short walk away and a fun way to pass the time when there’s nothing on TV. I found it by accident when I went to the peep show next door a few months ago.”

Sara raised her eyebrows at Katy who gave a short laugh and shaking her head explained.

“No, it’s not like that. I’m a freelance professional makeup and prosthetic artist. Mainly in films and TV, but the owner got my number from somewhere and asked if I wouldn’t mind giving the girls in the peep show a good make over as the place had been privately booked out for a stag night and he wanted to make the best impression. The girls do their own make up and they can sometimes look, well, a little ‘tarty.’ I went along, did all the girls make up, made them look beautiful rather than slutty and they went down a storm. Now, whenever he has a private booking or he wants the girls to have that little extra edge, he calls me up and pays me well. The girls love the way they look when made up properly. It makes them feel properly sexy and it reflects in their dancing and posing.”

“So how did you find out about this place?” I asked. Katy looked over at me and winked before replying,

“One morning, one of the girls, Mary, told me she was coming up here after her early evening shift. She didn’t say why or what this place was. She just said that she was ‘popping next door to Kenny’s for a shag or two.’ Apparently, a lot of the girls visit from time to time. I had no idea what she was talking about. I just nodded and smiled. Curiosity got the better of me all day so that evening I came along to see what she was talking about. There’s only one door next to the peep show so after standing around for a while I watched as, first a woman, then a couple of men, pressed on the bell and were let in.

I summoned up the courage, rang the bell and was let in. Before I got the chance to ask what this place was, Kenny, that’s the man downstairs, buzzed me straight through the next door telling me where everything was. I climbed the stairs, turned into the cinema to be faced by a woman getting fucked, right on this couch.”

We all started to look down and around the couch as she said this which made her laugh.

“Don’t worry. Kenny and Jason, that’s him,” she said indicating to the man behind the counter, “Are clean freaks and everything gets a good cleaning every morning.”

“So, what did you do, seeing someone getting fucked in front of you?”

“I watched for a bit then had a look around. I had never known somewhere like this existed. I found an empty booth, went in, sat down, and watched the porn in privacy. I had just started to be brave enough to have a wank when a cock appeared through a hole in the wall. I hadn’t noticed the holes. So, I did the most natural thing. I sucked it, then another and another. The next one I fucked, which was a bit of a stretch trying to line up with the hole because I’m short, so when the next cock appeared I let him in the booth and he fucked me there. I went fuck crazy. I was so turned on by the place. I’ve got to know Kenny and Jason really well. I advised them to offer reasonable priced refreshments, proper tea and coffee served in proper cups, don’t charge for woman, and keep the place clean, which they did anyway. I even help out by working behind the counters if they need to nip off for a break.”

Jay was starting to pay attention. For the first time in several minutes she stopped watching the gangbang on the screen and turned to face Katy saying,

“So, whenever you want sex, all you do is come here and you’ll get laid?”

“More or less,” Katy replied. “Sometimes I’ll just pop in for a chat with Kenny or Jason or sometimes I’ll pop in for a gangbang.” She indicated towards some of the apparatus sat alongside the walls.

“I’ll use them sometimes. There’s a kneeling bench so you can lay forwards and be supported. That’s good for fucking and giving head. There’s a fuck machine in the corner and a mobile sex swing, although that’s in pieces at the moment, someone a little too large try to lay in it.” She indicated with her hands the motions of someone sitting then exploding which made us all laugh.

“You’ve been gangbanged here?” Asked Jay, her focus totally on Katy.

“Oh yes,” she replied turning fully to face her, draping her arm over the back of couch behind Jay. “If I fancy something quieter, I do the booths but if I want a proper shag then I hang around here naked until a good bunch of men are here. Then it’s a big free for all.”

Jay seemed lost for words. She stared at Katy for a while, looking down at her pert, firm tits and at her lacy panties. Katy could sense there was something on Jay’s mind so she leant forward until her nose was almost touching Jay’s and said quietly,

“Does it turn you on hearing that you can get gangbanged here at any time?”

Jay seemed lost for words

“Have you had a gangbang?” Katy asked Jay

“Yes, once,” Jay replied quietly. For a moment I thought she was going to kiss her but Katy moved back and said to us all,

“So, were you the ones fucking each other in the booths? You weren’t in here earlier when I arrived.”

“No, no,” Sara replied. “Me and Jay have been having fun in the booths, the guys just watched.”

Katy looked from me to Manus and asked,

“Okay, which of you was I giving a hand job to earlier?”

“That would be me,” I replied. “But you weren’t alone in that booth, were you?”

“No,” Katy replied leaning forward to address me, “I went in there with two chaps for a threesome but they took a look through the holes and all their attention went on you instead. One guy stood by wanking and waiting his turn and fingering me while the other fucked whichever one of you it was.” She looked from Jay to Sara who indicated it was Jay. “So, I just reached through and found your cock. I had to stop when the guys had finished and wanted to leave. I heard you guys leave and wanted to come out and say hi then, but a cock appeared and, well, a girl has to do what a girl has to do.”

“She certainly does,” Sara said smiling at Katy. Katy turned towards Sara who smiled back. Katy put her hand on Sara’s thigh and asked,

“So, you girls had all the fun while your men watched. Have they not had their fun yet?”

“Not yet,” Sara answered, opening her legs a little, allowing Katy to slowly run her hand up and down. “I will probably be a bit too tired,” she indicated Manus sat behind her, “by the time we get back to our hotel, but I think poor Jay has been shagged too much for poor Steve to get lucky.”

Katy looked around at Jay who was nodding in agreement with what Sara was saying, although her eyes were back to watching the gangbang on the screen again.

Katy leaned forward and said something in Sara’s ear that I couldn’t hear. Sara listened then looked back at Katy smiling and nodding. Katy turned to Jay and whispered in Jay’s ear, “Would you like me to fuck your husband?”

Katy put her hand on Jay’s leg and softly stoked her thigh as she said this. Jay took her eyes off the screen and looked at Katy, her eyes running up and down her body before answering in a whisper,

“Yes, please if you don’t mind. I’m fucked.”

Katy stood up and said to Jay with a cheeky smile, “I bet you are.”

Katy stood up and approached one of the couches in front of us and the screen. She kneeled down and fiddled with it before the back folded down flat to reveal a futon. She turned to us and slowly peeled her panties down to her feet revealing a small, bald cunt, the lips prominent and wet from earlier, exciting activity. She hooked it on her toe and flicked it through the air where Jay put her hand up and caught them. Jay held them for a moment then held them up and pressed them to her face, smelling the odour contained and leaving it there, watching between Katy and the gangbang still playing on the screen.

Manus stood up and started to undress. Taking this as a que, I stood up and did the same until we were both naked. Katy kneeled on the futon and motioned us forward until we were both stood over her. She took Manus’s cock in her mouth and gripped mine, sucking Manus’s helmet while wanking me. She alternated between sucking me and wanking the pair of us for a little while before she laid back on the bed, opened her legs and put two fingers into her cunt. I went down on her, licking her pussy lips and flicking her clit while Manus worked on squeezing her tits, sucking each of her nipples and kissing here.

Her cunt tasted good, a mixture of her own pussy juice and a slight taste of saltiness, no doubt some vestiges of cum that remained from her earlier shagging. I dug my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could reach then inserted a couple of fingers and finger fucked her while nibbling and flicking her clit with my tongue.

She held my head tight there, not wanting me to stop and moaned with delight at each flick of the tongue and thrust of my fingers. Manus held her head down flat and fucked her mouth from behind her head, standing over her and feeding it deep down into her mouth, which made her gag a few times, but to which she didn’t object. She started to hold my head firmer into her cunt and she started to squeal, “”YES, YES, THAT’S IT, DON’T STOP…AAAAHHHHH!”

She clamped my head tight between her thighs as she came and I felt a rush of her juices as her ejaculate started to flow into my open mouth, clamped on to her cunt. I couldn’t move apart from my hands which I reached up and gripped her tits. They were firm, the small nipples enlarged and hard as I pinched them between my thumb and finger. We remained still for a minute before she opened her legs and released my head. She lay on her back panting and getting her breath back before reaching up for both our cocks and slowly wanked us as we stood over her.

She then spun around and, getting on her hands and knees, looked up and asked,

“Okay, who’s first?”

Manus was quicker and he got behind and easily slid his cock into her wide and inviting cunt. I knelt over her head and she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me in time with the motion of Manus who had grabbed her hips and was fucking her from behind. I held on to her head as her tongue rolled around my cock as it slid in and out of her mouth. Manus was picking up his pace as he fucked her. We were both knelt either end of her, a cock in each hole and moved with a rhythm with each of Manus’s thrusts. He looked up at me and, putting his hand in the air, high-fived me before picking up his pace again.

The excitement of the evening and the fact he was fucking a young, very pretty girl was too much for Manus and he said in a loud and panicked voice,

“I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”

Katy pulled my cock from her mouth and said over her shoulder as she gripped on to the sides of the futon,

“Do it, fucking do it!” and he did. His face contorted and he let go of her hips, put his hands in the air and, thrusting in her with a careful rhythm, unloaded his cum into her. Each thrust pumping more and more deep into her willing cunt. Katy’s face was of sheer joy. Her mouth was open and she smiled and panted as she felt his balls unloaded an evenings of frustration into her.

After a few moments, Manus stopped and slowly withdrew his cock, still sticky and shiny with the remains of his load. Katy flipped over on to her back and pulled me down towards her. I went to move up to enter her but she started to push my head down towards her cunt.

“No,” she panted “Clean me first.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I put my lips and tongue to her cunt and caught the cum as it started to slowly trickle out. I lapped it up into my mouth and swallowed, running my tongue around her lips, deep into her hole and down between her arse cheeks where drips of it still remained.

Satisfied I had caught it all, I looked up at Katy and she started to pull me on to her. I lined my cock to her very pen and wet cunt and slowly slid into her, watching the reaction of pleasure on her face as I did so. I held her legs up and started to slowly fuck her and, oh fuck, it felt good. Her cunt was smooth with all the cum she had taken that evening and my cock seemed to glide as I filled her, sliding in and out with a slow rhythm before I started to pick up my pace.

With her legs up on my shoulders I reached down and squeezed her tits, clamping her nipples hard between my fingers and all the while maintaining eye contact, watching as she started to pant with each thrust as I sped up and bucked hard into her. She looked up at me and panted and started to moan louder and louder with each slide of my cock in her. Something in the way she looked up at me made me slow down. She looked up to me with a sense of seriousness in the expression. She reached up and stroked my face and pulled me down to her so we could share a brief, but sensual, kiss. I slowly lowered her legs off my shoulders and laid on top of her, sinking my cock deep into her and looked into her eyes, her face a mere few inches from mine. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me and I responded, my tongue searching her mouth as she did the same. In that embrace I started to slowly fuck her again, getting faster and building up until I was hammering into her, causing her whole body to move deep into the futon.

I can feel my orgasm building and she hers. She looked not my eyes and dug her fingernails into my shoulder and we stayed like that as we both yelled and matched our orgasms together. I started shooting my cum into her, each stroke pumping into her, letting her receive all that I had built up.

We stared into each other’s eyes throughout, not breaking that spell that we were both in as I flowed into her and she released her own juices to mix with my cum in that amazing tight and wet cunt. When I fucked Kylie that morning it had been lust, pure lust with a cunt bent over wanting a cock in it. This was different. There was a slight form of emotion involved and I sensed that she felt the same as we looked into each other’s eyes throughout our orgasm.

I stopped fucking her and we lay there, not moving, just staring at each other. I lowered my face to her and we kissed, tenderly and our arms embraced around each other as our tongues entwined and we held each other tight. We separated and continued staring at each other for a moment. She had felt something pass between us, other than cum. It was like there was a slight bond that we had both experienced, something unspoken. It wasn’t just a fuck; it was a fuck with feeling.

She must have remembered that we were being watched as she climbed out from under me and changed her manner to suit.

“Just what I needed,” she said in a loud voice for everyone’s benefit as she turned to face the others on the couch. She needed have worried. Manus had dressed and was sipping another coffee. Sara was on her knees leaning over the back of the couch and was sucking the cock of a young man who was stood behind and holding her head as he let out gasps while cumming in her mouth. Jay was going through the final throws of an orgasm from where she had been wanking herself from watching us. Her mouth was open and she panted and cried out loud as her hand was up her dress and rubbing frantically on her bare cunt. Her legs were shaking and she let out a final yell as the final throes went through her.

Several men were stood around; some had been watching me and Katy and others watching Jay and Sara. All were either naked or had their trousers down and were all wanking. A couple of woman were at the counter, naked, sipping on cold drinks and had also been watching. It seemed that nobody had made any effort to join in with me and Katy, just content to watch.

Katy cleaned herself up with some toilet roll and together we got dressed and approached the others. Sara sat around on the couch wiping her mouth and Jay was lying still, getting her breath back from yet another orgasm. Manus raised his coffee cup in salute to me and smiled. I gave him a thumbs up back and held me hand out to Jay who, by now, had recovered and she took it to stand. Her legs were wobbly and I had to support her as the five of us made our way to the exit. We thanked Jason who gave us a wave and smile and a quick kiss on the cheek for Katy as she promised to be back soon to discuss putting a fresh lick of paint on the walls.

We slowly descended down the stairs, said goodbye to Kenny and walked out into the fresh night air. It was still warm but not as bad as it was during the day. A fresh breeze was welcome, especially to Jay who welcomed the coolness.

“I’d best be going home,” Katy said, hugging us all and kissing each on the lips. I was last and she lingered a little longer, only brief, but I noticed. “I’ve got to be at the South Bank studios tomorrow morning. New big TV show. Maybe I’ll see you all again here soon?”

I’m not sure who was surprised the most out of me, Manus or Sara when Jay said as quick as a flash, “Definitely. I, sorry, we will definitely be back soon.”

Katy walked off waving as she went, that cute tight arse wriggling, I think, for our benefit.

We slowly walked to a main road and decided to take a cab back to the hotel.

“What are you guys up to tomorrow?” asked Manus as he looked for a passing cab.

“No plans during the day yet, but we are taking Kylie to meet Paul at Waterloo in the evening to act as chaperones.” I replied as a worn-out Jay leaned on me.

“Ah yes,” said Sara giving us a naughty wink. “You’re setting up two people you’ve fucked on a date. Will you let on to either of them what has occurred?”

“I don’t think that’ll be a good idea.” I replied. “Best to let those sleeping dogs lie and let them get to know each other without that hanging around.

“Good move,” said Manus hailing a taxi.

“Shall we meet later, if it goes well for them?”

“Love to,” replied Jay. “Shall we ring you?”

“Of course,” Sara said embracing Jay then giving us a quick kiss as the taxi stopped. “In you get, you need this one more than us.” She almost pushed us into the cab and we waved goodbye as it drove off to our hotel once I had given the destination.

A short while later we were back in our hotel room and I ran a bath for Jay. She was absolutely knackered and almost fell asleep several times as I bathed, dried her, and put her to bed.

Just before I turned off the light I held her and she snuggled into my chest.

“Do you really want to go back there?” I asked quietly. She moved her hand to my cock and gently held it and replied in a sleepy tone,

“Yep. We are definitely going back there.”

With that her hand fell off my cock and she fell asleep. I laid there thinking about why she wanted to go back. I had a feeling that ‘gangbangs’ could be the reason. I had my own agenda for wanting to return.

Katy

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46 year old Jane has her life taken over by the much younger Amanda

Jane was incredibly nervous, pacing back and forth in the shabby motel room. She had drank half a bottle of wine to try and calm her nerves but it wasn’t working. She double checked the envelope to make sure all the cash was in it, and checked her phone for the tenth time. The girl had texted to say she was running late and Jane was worried that something had gone wrong. What if she had told Jane’s husband, or worse, Jane’s daughters?

Two weeks ago, Jane had received an email. She had almost deleted it as spam, but she recognized the sender as Amanda, a girl who had been one of her daughters basketball team before she had graduated a few months ago. The only thing in the email was a picture of the girl wearing only a pair of men’s boxers and a sports bra. Jane nearly had a heart attack. She had been sneaking looks at the teenager for the last couple of years whenever she was at a basketball game or practice but she didn’t think Amanda had noticed. What if she told anyone? As far as the world knew, Jane was completely heterosexual, from a deeply religious family. And not only had she been ogling a woman, it was one of her daughters friends who had only turned 18 three months ago.

Jane immediately deleted the message, and tried to pretend it never happened. Then the next day she got another email from Amanda. This time the picture was of her again in boxers, but now she was showing off her breasts to the camera. Jane didn’t know what was happening. Was the girl sending them to her by mistake? She again deleted the email, but not before saving the picture so that she could look at it again later.

That afternoon while her husband was at work and her daughters were out with some friends, Jane masturbated furiously while looking at Amanda’s picture. She was fascinated by the girl’s large breasts, sitting high on her chest with no sag. Jane herself was unhappy with her small breasts that had never gotten bigger than a b cup, but were somehow still sagging without the support of a bra. Jane didn’t know why the girl was sending her these pictures, and she was disgusting with herself for mastubating to them, but she couldn’t get the image of the teenagers breasts out of her head.

On the third day, Jane eagerly checked her mail, hoping for another picture, but there was nothing. She was crestfallen but it was probably for the best. Amanda must have been sending them to the wrong person, and realized her mistake. Then that night while Jane was making dinner, her phone buzzed to tell her she had a text message and she absently checked it. It was a picture from an unknown number. The picture was Amanda naked except for a harness around her waist, from which protruded a large rubber dildo. The fake penis must have been eight inches long, and was thicker around than Jane’s husband’s penis, which Jane had always thought was a good size.

Jane stared at her phone in shock, completely forgetting about the pasta she was cooking until the pot boiled over. Jane hurriedly put her phone away, and went back to preparing dinner for her husband and daughters. All throughout dinner Jane was distracted thinking about Amanda. What was the girl doing? What kind of twisted game was she playing with Jane? James, Jane’s husband commented that she was acting a little strange and distant, but Jane just said she was coming down with a cold.

When dinner was over, and they were starting to clean up, Jane asked her eldest daughter, Samantha, a question. “Have you heard from your friend Amanda said nice school ended?”

“No, and she’s not my friend. We just played basketball together. I think she’s moving out to San Francisco or something now that she’s told everyone she’s a dyke,” Samantha said. “Why?”

Jane thought fast and stammered a bit as she said, “I heard some rumours is all.”

“Well they’re true,” Samantha said. “She’s a carpet muncher.”

“Language young lady!” James said. “Just because that girl has chosen to go against God’s teachings does not excuse a foul mouth.”

“Sorry dad. I can’t believe she used to watch me shower,” Samantha said with a shudder.

After dinner was finished being cleaned up, Jane went to go take a bath, ostensibly to help with her ‘cold.’ She locked the door to the bathroom and began to run the bath, adding in some Epsom salts. She stripped, and looked at her body in the mirror, even more disappointed than usual now that she had Amanda’s body to compare it to. Her breasts were both flat and sagging, cellulite had collected in her legs and read, and she had a little paunch in the middle marred by stretch marks. She told herself that her crotch at least looked good, with a well maintained tuft of brown hair at the top and everything else bare.

Jane pulled out her phone as she sat down on the toilet to look at Amanda’s pictures again. Without thinking she moved her hand down to her crotch, forgetting that she had started to relieve herself. She quickly pulled the now urine covered hand away, disgusted with herself. She should not be thinking of a teenager in this way, and she certainly shouldn’t be masturbating looking at a picture of one wearing a strapon. Jane wiped herself, washed her hands and got into the bathtub, promising herself that she would delete the photos when she got out, and block Amanda’s number and email address for good measure.

Jane spent a long time in the bath, and was starting to fall asleep when James knocked on the door and asked if she was alright. Jane said that she was just tired, and hurriedly got out of the bathtub and dried herself off. She wrapped herself in a towel and went into their bedroom where she changed into her rather frumpy night gown before crawling into bed. She put her phone on her bedside table as usual, completely forgetting to delete the photos or block Amanda.

Jane was awakened by her phone buzzing with a text at three in the morning. Jane saw it was a text from what she assumed was Amanda’s number. She grabbed her phone and slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her husband. When she got into the bathroom she locked the door and looked at her phone.

The text read, ‘Do you like my pictures closet case?’

Jane started typing a response to tell Amanda that she didn’t and to leave her alone. Then she deleted in and typed one that said she did. She deleted that too, then just sat and stared at her phone. After a minute she saw the three dots that showed Amanda was composing a response.

‘I know you’re there slut. Did you like them?’

Jane stared at her phone for another five minutes, before typing simply ‘Yes.’

‘You’ve been checking out my ass for years. I figured I’d finally do something about it.’

‘What do you want? Why are you doing this?’ Jane texted.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’

Jane just stared at her phone, trembling. She had no idea what to do.

‘Well? This is your only chance slut.’

Finally Jane managed to type, ‘Yes.’

‘$250 cash. You pay for the motel room. I’ll send you the details in the morning.’

Jane was shaking. What had she just agreed to? Was she really going to pay a girl who had went to school with her daughters for sex? Could she do it? Would she do it? Just as Jane was about to block Amanda’s number and pretend the whole thing had never happened, another picture arrived. It was Amanda’s spread legs, showing off her large red bush, pussy lips and asshole peaking out through the curly hair. ‘Just think about this on your face,’ the text that accompanied the text read.

Before she realized what was happening, Jane’s hand was between her legs, underneath her night dress. She desperately played with herself, thinking of how she could get the money without her husband noticing. Could she actually do this? Pay this classmate of her daughter’s for sex? Jane was stunned out of her self pleasure reverie by another text.

‘Are you playing with your smelly old cunt?’

Jane had always felt she produced excessive moisture, and was acutely aware of its smell. She had always been embarrassed by it it and did her best to clean herself regularly to keep anyone from noticing. James claimed he liked it, that he could always tell when Jane was turned on just by the smell, but Jane hated it. Reading the teenager call her smelly, and using such vulgar words made Jane turn red with embarrassment, but somehow turned her on even more.

Almost of its own volition, Jane’s hand typed out, ‘Yes. I’m very wet.’

‘What is wet whore.’

Jane trembled. ‘My vagina.’

‘What are you, twelve? I asked you what is wet slut.’

Jane wanted to both throw up and to do even nastier things at the same time. ‘My cunt is wet Amanda.’

‘Well stop touching it then. In fact, you are no longer allowed to cum. Not even if you fuck your husbands pathetic dick.’

‘Oh please, please, I want to cum so bad!!!’

‘Too bad dyke. You’re not allowed to cum until you pay me.’

Jane was in near hysterics. She was so close, and wanted an orgasm so badly. Somehow she pulled her hand away from her crotch, and typed, ‘Please let me cum. I’ll pay you. I just need it right now.’

‘You’re a disgusting old dyke and you don’t get to cum until I get my money. I’m going to sleep now, but if you cum I will beat you flat tits until they are black and blue.’

Reading those words Jane almost had an orgasm then and there, but somehow managed to control herself. She didn’t know why she had agreed to not orgasm, to obey and pay this girl, but she couldn’t stop herself. Jane quietly ran the taps of the bathrooms sink with warm water and wetted a cloth. She used the cloth to wipe most of the arousal away from her crotch, careful to avoid her clit so she wouldn’t be tempted to orgasm, and crawled back into bed with James. She spent most of the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking of Amanda.

At around six the next morning, James rolled over, and began to push himself against her. Jane woke up as he did so, but pretended to still be asleep as he put his hand under her sleep dress and began to maul her breasts. When he started pinching and pulling on her nipples, Jane finally said, “What’s gotten into you this morning?”

“Mmm, what’s wrong with a man wanting his wife?” James’ one hand kept playing with Janes nipples and the other moved between her legs. “You’re wet too. I can feel it and smell it.”

Jane was wet, but it was because she had been thinking of Amanda. Of course she couldn’t tell her husband that, so she let him continue to fondle her, tugging on her nipples and running his fingers up and down her crotch.

“Tell me you want it mommy. Tell me you want daddy’s big cock.”

All Jane could think about was Amanda’s strapon, larger by far that James’s penis, but she said, “Oh yes daddy, give me your cock.”

Jane rolled onto her stomach and pulled up her night dress so that she was exposed. James quickly knelt behind her, and pushed himself inside her in one quick motion. While her husband thrust away, Jane began to rub her clit as she imagined being fucked by Amanda, that it was the girl’s cock inside her. Jane was starting to get close, moaning and thrusting back against her husband when he tensed, and Jane could feel his warm cum fill her. When James rolled off her, Jane got up to go wash him out of herself. Remembering Amanda’s threats from the night before, she refrained from playing with herself any more, even though she was desperate for her own orgasm.

When Jane got back to bed her husband was snorting away. She check her phone, but there was still no message from Amanda. Jane was sure she could get the money without her husband noticing, she would just say it was for some charity. She was always getting involved with some charity or another. She kept checking her phone, waiting for the message from Amanda but there was nothing yet. Eventually her husband got back up, gave her a kiss and got ready for work.

Jane was on pins and needles all morning, checking her phone every five minutes. Fortunately her daughters were out with friends so there was no one home to notice her acting strange. Finally at quarter to twelve, the text came in. Jane was to book a room at a crummy little hotel for the night on the following Thursday, one week away. She needed to bring an envelope with $250 in cash. Jane texted back that she understood and would do it.

‘Good girl. Are you home alone?’ Amanda asked her.

‘Yes’

‘Take off all your clothes but your panties’

Jane quickly hurried to obey, excited and nervous. ‘Done’

‘When I give you a task I expect you to send me back picture proof you stupid dyke’

Wondering why she was allowing herself to be treated this way, Jane took a photo of herself standing in the middle of her kitchen wearing only her panties.

‘What pathetic tits. From now on you’re not to wear a bra as you obviously don’t need one,’ came the response.

Janes face burned as she got dressed, this time without a bra. For the rest of the day she was very self conscious of her breasts moving beneath her shirt, her nipples poking out. Before her family came home she changed into a thicker shirt so that her not wearing a bra wouldn’t be as obvious. After dinner she and James were watching TV when her phone buzzed. Jane checked it and saw that it was a text from Amanda.

‘Pull up your shirt and show me that flat chest. You have two minutes’

Jane told her husband she was going to the kitchen to get a drink. She hurried into the other room, and made sure no one could see her. Jane pulled up her shirt and hurriedly took the photo and sent it off to Amanda.

‘Do you want to touch your greedy cunt?’ Amanda texted back.

Jane did more than anything right then. There was something about being demeaned by this young girl that was turning her on more than she had been in years. ‘Yes please,’ she sent.

‘You have two minutes. Take a video. Do not cum.’

Knowing that her husband was busy watching tv and her girls were upstairs, Jane quickly pulled up her long skirt on pushed her panties down around her ankles. She set the phone on the floor and squatted over it so the camera had a good view of her crotch and hit the record button. As soon as the video started she began plunging two fingers in and out of herself. The other hand rubbed madly at her clit and soon she was on the edge of orgasm. In some ways it was a relief when the two minutes were up and she stopped playing with herself as Jane wasn’t sure if she could have stopped herself from orgasming for much longer.

Jane sent the video to Amanda and washed her hands and used a wet cloth to wipe between her legs. When she went back to the den and sat down beside James on the couch he said, “I thought you were going to get a drink?”

“Oh, um, I just drank it in the kitchen,” Jane told him.

That night Jane had trouble sleeping. She badly wanted to masturbate, but she couldn’t bring herself to disobey Amanda. She decided to tell James that she was going to be at a charity event the night she was to meet Amanda, and would be staying with a friend afterwards. In the morning she got dressed as she normally did, forgetting that she wasn’t supposed to wear a bra. When Amanda texted her at noon and ordered her to pull up her shirt, Jane did so. It wasn’t until she saw Amanda typing back that she realized her mistake.

‘Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t allowed to wear a bra?’

‘I’m so sorry! I forgot! I’ll take it off now!’

‘Not good enough. Get naked and go get some clothes pins.’

Jane shuddered, worried about what she was about to do, but she went to the laundry room and stripped. Then she took a handful of clothes pins and sent a picture to Amanda showing her nude and holding the pins.

‘Put one on each nipple.’

Jane hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to get it over with. When she put the first one one she jumped with shock. It hurt more than she was expecting. She tried to be gentler with the other one, but it hurt just the same. She tried to ignore the pain as she took the picture and sent it to Amanda.

‘At least your ugly tits look a bit better now. How do they feel whore.’

Jane thought that since she was going to be paying Amanda for sex, that the girl was the one who was a whore, but she texted back, ‘They hurt. How long do I have to leave them on?’

‘Ten minutes. Maybe next time you’ll remember to get dressed properly.’

Jane put her underwear and pants back on but left her top off. Like most days she was home alone, so she just stayed in the basement away from any windows until the time was up. She was starting to get used to the pain, but it was turning her on. When the ten minutes were up Jane gingerly removed the first pin and let out a yelp of pain. All the blood rushing back into her nipple made it hurt almost as much as when she first put it on. She had to psych herself up to remove the second one. The pain brought tears to her eyes, and Jane massages her breasts for a while before getting dressed, again without the bra.

Amanda left her alone for the rest of the day. Jane wasn’t sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, whenever the girl texted Jane had to do something demeaning. On the other hand Jane was starting to crave the attention and how turned on it made her.

The next morning was Saturday, and her husband and daughters were around all morning. Jane kept waiting for one of them to comment on her not wearing a bra, but none of them seemed to notice. She also told her husband her excuse to be out of the house Thursday night so she could meet Amanda. By the afternoon Jane was starting to worry that something had happened, because Amanda hadn’t texted her yet.

Jane decided to make the first move that day, and pulled up her shirt to take a picture of her braless breasts. She sent the picture to Amanda and waited for a response.

It came fifteen minutes later. ‘At least you can follow instructions today.’

‘Thank you. Is there anything you would like me to do?’

‘When did you last fuck your husband?’

‘We had sex Thursday morning.’

‘Did you cum?’

‘No. You told me not to.’

‘Good slut. Where did your husband cum?’

‘Inside me,’ Jane texted, embarrassed by the interrogation.

‘Which hole stupid.’

Remembering what Amanda had said when she called it her vagina, Jane wrote, ‘My pussy.’

‘Good girls have pussies. Dirty old dykes like you have cunts.’

Jane’s face burned. She hated that word, and always punished her daughters if she ever heard them use it. ‘He came in my cunt.’

‘Do you ever suck your husbands cock?’

‘Not very often. I don’t like it much.’

‘When’s the last time he came in your mouth?’

‘Never,’

‘Then tonight is his lucky night,’ Amanda texted. ‘You’re going to suck his cock until he cums and swallow every drop.’

‘No, please don’t ask me to do that,’ Jane texted. She never liked giving blowjobs anyways, and the thought of having to swallow semen made her stomach turn.

‘I’m not asking. And for that back talk you’re going to be punished. Go to the kitchen.’

Jane hung her head as she walked into the kitchen, already dreading the night. ‘I’m here.’

‘Get a wooden spoon.’

Jane got one of her large wooden spoons out of a drawer and sent a picture of it to Amanda.

‘Strip naked and hit each of your tits five times as hard as you can. Take video.’

‘Ok. Can I do it in the bathroom? My daughters are home,’ Jane sent, trying to calm the panic that the though of her daughters walking into the kitchen and finding their mother naked and abusing her breasts brought on.

‘Fine. I’ll go easy on you this time.’

Jane took the spoon and hurried to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and quickly took off her clothes. She was disturbed to notice a wet patch on her panties as she kicked them off. Then Jane set up her phone to record and took a deep breath. She brought the spoon down hard on her left breast and jumped from the shock and pain. Jane barely kept herself from crying out, but she was afraid of alerting her daughters. She gave her breast the other four strikes, eyes closed against the pain as tears pooled.

When she was done the first five Jane had a wait and catch her breath. Then she steeled herself, switched the spoon to her other hand, and hit herself again and again. She was panting when she was done, but she felt oddly satisfied. She was also extremely turned on and wished she could just play with herself.

Amanda responded to the video that Jane sent, ‘Good job whore. You remember what to do tonight?’

‘Yes.’

‘Tell me.’

‘Give my husband a blowjob and swallow his cum.’

‘Good. And you’re not to let him fuck you or play with your pussy while you do it. You don’t deserve the pleasure.’

Jane typed back, ‘I understand and got dressed. She started drinking wine at about four in the afternoon, wanting to prepare herself for the night. She finished the bottle with dinner and started a second which she got about halfway through by bed, leaving her very tipsy. She changed into her sleep shirt, and crawled under the covers to join James who was already there. He gave her an absent minded kiss and went back to reading on his iPad.

Jane knew if she didn’t do it soon, she wouldn’t be able. She cuddled up to James and began running her hand up and down his legs. He put down his tablet and leaned over to start kissing her. He was soft had first, but as Jane moved her hand over his boxes and opened her mouth for his tongue, she could feel him grow. She began stroking him through his boxers, enjoying the warm thickness in her hand. She pushed down his boxers, freeing his member, and decided that it was now or never.

Jane broke the kiss, and slid down under the blankets until her face was level with James crotch. She began licking up and down his shaft, playing with his testicles a little the way he liked. James moaned when she she took the head into her mouth, and tried to pull the blankets off them to watch. Jane held them down, suddenly shy and wanting some privacy as she degraded herself for Amanda. She kept at it for about five minutes, listening to James moan as she used her mouth on him.

“I want to fuck you,” James groaned.

Jane took her mouth off him for a second, still using her hand to stroke him. “Tonight is just about you. I want to make you cum.”

James groaned when she put her mouth back around his cock and let her continue. He put his hand on the covers over the back of her head, and began trying to push deeper into her mouth. Jane increased the pace with her hand, hoping to make him cum soon. Pretty soon James was close, thrusting against her hand as he held her mouth on his cock. With a final groan he arched his back, and his cum began to fill Jane’s mouth. It was warm, salty and smelled a bit like ammonia with the consistency of snot. Jane felt like she was going to throw up but managed to swallow. There was more than she expected, and she had to keep her mouth on her husbands cock for a good thirty seconds before he stopped. She swallowed one last time, then crawled out from under the covers.

“That was amazing honey, thank you!” James said.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’m going to go brush my teeth now.”

When Jane got to the bathroom she felt like she was going to be sick. She imagined she could feel James’s sperm swimming around in her stomach. She brushed her teeth hard enough to hurt her gums and rinsed out her mouth three times. Then she texted Amanda to let her know it was done. By the time Jane got back to bed, James was asleep.

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Linnea’s roommate doesn’t like her new friend

Chapter 2, In which I fight and make up

I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling when the phone rang. It was too much effort to restrain Stacey when she rolled off the bed, so I went back to fingering my sloppy slit and admired the play of her naked body as she walked across the room. God she was gorgeous, I mused, feeling the passion start to mount inside me again when she turned to blow a kiss before picking up her cell.

She was insatiable, but I’d discovered I could keep up with her. Every orifice in my body ached from being violated with the toys strewn about the bed, some of them larger than any of the men I’d known, but what really got me off was the sly look on Stacey’s face each time she teased another climax out of my trembling body. Well, that or the way she writhed in my embrace each time my tongue found its way into her creaming gash.

“Michael, it’s about time!” Stacey told her caller. I giggled at the thought of her talking to my roommate while I fucked myself on her bed, and she shushed me before walking into the living room. “No, I got past it, no thanks to you. You owe me a coffee after the next meeting.”

Jilling off wasn’t as much fun without an audience, so I reluctantly gave it up and decided to hunt for some food. We’d missed lunch and dinner, and the ice cream we’d played with last night didn’t really count. Still naked, I followed Stacey out into the other room.

“…suspicious killjoy,” she was saying. “No, I promised I wouldn’t do that.” Apparently, Michael was giving her a hard time. It probably was his duty, as her sponsor, and I was glad he was looking out for her, however belatedly. “It’s not like I’m not supposed to have any girlfriends! I needed a friend, and she offered to help.” A low murmur was all I could hear of his voice. “Yes, completely voluntary. I swear it!”

I smirked and then caught sight of the clock. “Oh shit!” I yelped, aghast at the time. The heavy curtains had fooled me into thinking it was early morning, but it was just after noon; I’d lost a whole day! No wonder I was starving! I ran back into the bedroom, looking for my clothes, and trying to calculate in my head. I had maybe three hours to repack my bag with some clean things and leave for the airport in time to catch my flight. “Shit, shit, shit!” I muttered, heading back to the bathroom.

Stacey was off the phone. “Do you have to leave now? It’s raining cats and dogs out there!” She pulled a curtain aside, confirming her statement. As we watched, a stroke of lightning lit up the sky.

“There’s nothing more I’d like to do,” I sighed, “but I have a trip and the traffic will be terrible in weather like this.” I found one of my pumps in front of the refrigerator.

“At least let me call you a cab,” Stacey relented, and started dialing the phone while I dressed.

Finally I was ready to go. “I’m sorry I have to leave like this,” I told her. “I had a really good time.”

She smiled. “So did I. You’ll see me when you come home, right?” Her look made my knees feel weak.

“Try and keep me away!” I laughed, and then we were kissing again, as if it were the first time. Our bodies ground against each other, and it was nearly impossible to force myself to end it and walk away. I took the elevator down, but still felt out of breath when I reached the sidewalk.

The rain was sheeting out of the low clouds, but the cab was there and I dashed through the downpour to the relative safety of the back seat. The traffic was as bad as I’d feared, and I think we nearly got into accidents twice because the cabbie kept looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I walked into the apartment feeling a little bit like a drowned cat.

“Linnea? Is that you?” Michael called from his office. “Jesus Christ! Can’t you turn on your phone? I’ve called you like a million times!”

“It is on, and hello to you too,” I snarled, still in a bad mood. I opened my purse again and dug past the wallet and candle to find my phone. “Okay, so I did have it off, duh,” I admitted, thumbing the power button and watching the little logo appear. “What did I miss, besides the flood?”

“It’s no joke, Linnea; I was worried about you. I had no idea where you–” he walked into the living room and stopped dead at the sight of me.

“What?” I asked, wishing the rain hadn’t matted down my hair so much.

“You were with her,” Michael said flatly. “Christ, Linnea, I told you to stay away from these people!”

“What?” I repeated, offended. “You mean Stacey?” His eyes hardened. “She needed help and you weren’t around. Nothing happened! What business is it of yours how I spend my weekends?”

“Look at yourself,” he said, sounding tired. “Just look, in the mirror.”

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, then set my open purse on the counter so I could try to tease out the curls in my hair; the weather hadn’t completely killed them. “Is it about the haircut? It looked better, dry.”

“Keep looking.”

I blinked, and suddenly everything was different; I gasped with surprise. Instead of my silk blouse, I was wearing a really tight black knit mock turtleneck. It was so thin that it was effectively transparent, especially wet, and I could see every curve of my breasts, areolae, and hardened nipples.

My skirt was absurdly — no, obscenely — short, riding low on my hips and barely wider than the heavy link belt draped around it. The lips forming the “O” of surprise in the mirror were a glossy fire engine red I’d never seen before — at least since I’d graduated from high school. I knew I didn’t own any eyeliner; Stacey must have applied it.

“Oh my God!” I grabbed a tissue and scrubbed at my mouth, removing most of the color. Throwing it in the trash, I pulled out a lipstick, but forced myself to stop when I saw it was the same color I’d just removed.

“That’s it, Linnea!” Michael encouraged me. “Keep fighting it. You can do it; she only had you for two days!”

“You mean one day,” I absently corrected him, staring at myself again in the mirror. No wonder the cabbie had almost killed us — I was fucking hot!

Michael shook his head gently. “Two days; this is Monday. Don’t think about sex. Talk to me.”

I leaned heavily on the counter, stunned. Monday? I felt disconnected from everything. “Monday?” I asked again, aloud. “Shit! I’m supposed to be in Boston today! Harris is going to kill me!” My mind raced, trying to think of some way out of this terrible situation, while my finger traced idle designs on the countertop.

“You’re in luck,” Michael chuckled. “This front came in yesterday afternoon, and the thunderstorms haven’t really let up since then. The airline called to say your flight was canceled, and I bet you couldn’t get out today, either. Don’t worry about any of that. Concentrate on yourself; keep talking.”

“What happened to me?” I wailed, looking at myself again in the mirror. “I thought you were the sex addict, not me.” I almost thought I could feel my nipples stretching beneath my gaze, so like Stacey’s… I turned away from the mirror and leaned against the counter. Michael’s eyes turned aside and I realized I’d propped a foot against the cabinet under me, flashing him with my bald pussy.

“Well, I’m not! A sex addict, I mean. What did Stacey do to me?”

Michael sighed heavily. “I’m not a sex addict either, Linnea. You didn’t need to know this before, but I’m in Mind Controllers Anonymous.”

The thought was so outrageous that I couldn’t help laughing. “What, you have a group to help you not make people do things? Can I join?” I’d be able to see Stacey at the meetings, I carefully did not say; Michael’s sense of humor seemed to be entirely absent.

“I’m not joking! Listen to me, Linnea; you need to take this seriously.” A pained expression crossed his face. “And can you please stop doing that?”

With a start, I realized that not only hadn’t I lowered my leg, I’d been fingering myself too — right in front of Michael! I’m sure my face went beet red. “Oh God, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I’m doing this!” I wasn’t sure what was worse; that I’d been exposing myself to him like that, or that my finger was gleaming with my arousal.

My foot fell to the floor with a thud and I whirled around, both to wash my hands and so I didn’t have to look at him while I regained my composure. Not only was my finger shamefully wet, there was a stray hair tangled around the tip.

With a grimace of distaste, I flicked the brown curl onto the small black tea candle flickering on the counter next to my purse, and then pumped copious squirts of liquid soap onto my hands.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Linnea,” Michael reassured me; he had to speak up to be heard over the running water. “You’re the victim here. There are resources, people that can help you; but you need to be strong.” He paused for a moment before asking, “Is something burning?”

“Just a little incense candle,” I replied, turning off the water and drying my hands. “It does smell nice, doesn’t it?” It was a deep primal scent, of desire, of physical rut. It made me want to fuck something, preferably Stacey.

“It smells like burning hair,” Michael groused suspiciously. “Where did you get it?”

“I thought it was yours,” I answered, feeling confused. We looked at each other, and then somebody knocked on the door.

Michael looked like he was about to say something, but then just shook his head. “I’ll get it. Why don’t you go change out of those clothes before you freeze to death?”

“Good point,” I agreed. If it was somebody I knew, I didn’t want them to see me like this! I scampered for my room and pushed the door closed.

Whoever our caller was, Michael evidently let them in because I heard voices in the living room. A female voice, in fact. My heart started racing when I recognized Stacey’s tone. I had to see her!

They were standing there talking to each other. “It wasn’t any trouble,” Stacey said. “You said you wanted to see me, Michael; ‘when my sponsor asks, I must obey’, right?” I could hear the humor in her voice.

They both looked at me as I padded up. “I guess you two already know each other,” Michael sighed.

I just nodded. Stacey, apparently more resistant to his quelling expression, gave me a great big kiss. The way her hand ran down my bare flank and squeezed my butt raised goose bumps on my arms and made my breasts ache. I sneaked a peek at him when we broke for air, but he didn’t seem to be upset — just puzzled.

“Michael’s told me a little about you, Linnea,” Stacey told me with a warm smile. “He’s lucky to have you around to help him.”

“Yeah,” he admitted, before attempting to return to whatever they’d been talking about before. “But look, Stacey, I wanted to talk to you because I have a problem with you, um…”

“I know,” Stacey spoke up, taking control of the conversation. “Of course you have a problem, you idiot!” She gave me a quick grin. “Look, maybe I’m out of line because I’m not your sponsor, but Karen is an idiot, too! And I’m not saying that just because I think she’s a frigid bitch. You cannot remain celibate for over two years and expect not to have a problem.”

Wow. I felt a wave of sympathy. I knew Michael had taken Peter’s death badly, but — nobody? I didn’t think I could go two days without getting some, much less two years.

“I don’t think,” Michael started to say.

“Really,” snarked Stacey; I stifled a giggle. “Don’t get hung up on the program, okay? Look; Linnea helped me, and I think she could help you with your problem, too. She’s a good friend.”

“I’d love to help,” I gushed, feeling bad for not having done more for him already. “What can I do?”

“The trick is to work with your body instead of fighting it,” Stacey explained. “You need to start by getting comfortable.”

“What’s the point?” asked Michael. He sounded dubious, but didn’t hesitate to push down his sweatpants and step out of them. I was already naked, so I just stood there and casually examined his limp cock. My first impression was that it had been a waste to keep it out of circulation for so long.

“Just relax, and remember your time with Peter. You two were really into each other, weren’t you?”

“Oh yeah.” Michael let out a deep breath, and his penis stirred. “Not at first, but” — he looked at me apologetically — “I fixed him.” His organ started inflating rapidly at the words.

I laughed at the idea, a bit breathlessly. “You couldn’t make him be gay, Michael. He had to be attracted to men already; he just fell for you, that’s all. I’d sit on that cock!” I clapped a hand over my mouth, embarrassed at my forwardness.

“It’s okay to be human,” soothed Stacey; I wasn’t sure which of us she was addressing. “Remember how you felt with him, how right it was?” She was holding one of her toys; it was a life-size black cock, mounted on a sturdy handle, and its contours glistened with lube.

Memories of the feel of it inside me prompted me to start producing my own lube. It felt like it would be rude to masturbate during such a delicate moment, so I crossed my arms in front of me and surreptitiously thumbed my nipples.

“Relax,” she whispered, and positioned the tip of the phallus between Michael’s cheeks. With a strength I wouldn’t have expected from her slight frame, she smoothly buried the black dildo inside his trembling body.

He made a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. “Peter!”

“Let go of your problems,” urged Stacey, beginning to pump him with long steady strokes. “Listen to your body.” She caught my eye and gestured to his fully engorged cock.

I scrambled to comply — not like I wasn’t going to get something out of it too — and fell to my knees so I could take him in my mouth. I admit I’d thought once or twice about what it might be like, but Michael didn’t give me time to enjoy it.

I’d barely matched his rhythm when he cried out and blew two years of pent-up spunk into my mouth, leaving me coughing and dripping semen. It wasn’t as nice as eating out Stacey.

Michael and Stacey looked down at me when I started giggling. I tried to explain, but couldn’t get the words out. Apparently my family were late bloomers — I’d come to the realization I was lesbian, or at least bisexual, about the same age Peter had been when he’d come out of the closet. And how ironic was it for two lesbians to help a gay guy get his rocks off?

“This isn’t right,” Michael gasped. It so closely mirrored my thoughts that it startled a laugh out of me that turned into a brief fit of coughing.

Stacey started working him with the dildo again. “Then step back from it and just don’t think for a little bit,” she suggested. He went cross-eyed for a moment, then sighed and gazed sightlessly over my head.

His cock hadn’t lost any firmness after the first orgasm, but I decided I’d lost my taste for sperm. It wasn’t right to leave him hanging, so I reached out and started giving him a hand job; there was plenty of lubrication. My free hand drifted south so I could give myself some much-needed relief.

“Good girl,” Stacey whispered huskily in my ear. I hadn’t realized she’d moved, but she was crouched behind me. Michael was impaling himself on the dildo, much more urgently than Stacey had been, and grunting with each thrust. “It’s so important you help Michael the way you helped me, Linnea.”

I nodded, knowing she was right. “I won’t let you down — either of you.” I stood up, still holding his cock, and looked Michael full-on. “C’mon, Batman; let’s move this to the bedroom.” I didn’t know the story behind the nickname, but Peter had used it often, doubtless an inside joke.

“Peter?” Michael asked plaintively, looking right through me as if my brother’s ghost stood behind me, rather than Stacey. He started churning the cock in his ass even harder, but followed me when I tugged gently on his organ and led him to his bedroom.

I wasn’t sure what to say, but apparently the sight of me — or was it my brother? — kneeling on his bed needed no explanation. Michael fell on me like a madman, splitting my ass and filling my rectum with his cum-slicked manhood. He reamed my back door like his life depended on it, and maybe it did.

My chute was still tender, but I started heating up with a little help from my finger. Then I thought about how pleased Stacey would be that I was helping Michael, and I started cumming like a firecracker.

He must have had a lot of pent-up energy, because it was dark by the time I finally pulled free and swayed to my feet. Michael lay sprawled on his bed, the dildo’s handle still sprouting from his butt, and I was almost sure I could feel a breeze through my gaping, leaking rosebud.

I staggered back to my own bedroom, and found Stacey stretched out naked on my bed, surrounded by the contents of my purse and wallet.

“Poor Linnea,” she smiled, “you look like you’ve had a hard afternoon. I rebooked you on the 8 AM flight tomorrow morning. Now come and get that nasty taste out of your mouth.” She spread her legs in invitation, and I suddenly realized I wasn’t nearly as tired as I’d thought.

I extended my tongue and let her gentle hands guide me to where I was born to be.

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” hastransformed her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 34
TRAINING PART 1

When the girls had recovered from their surgery, and gotten used to their new huge tits, they went back to work at Titcage.

On the Monday of their return, Michael called all of them into his office first thing in the morning, told them to strip naked, and fucked each of them in the cunt. Each of the girls in turn bend over his desk while he stuck his cock into them from behind, leaning forward to squeeze and pinch their new boobs as hard he could. He pulled out of Claire and Kitten before cumming, saving his ejaculation for the pussy of Steph, who he knew would be most humiliated and revolted by it. Then he watched as Claire licked his cum out of her sister’s twat.

Afterwards he congratulated Claire on reaching Q grade, and he showed her the requirements for P grade.

P Grade
Presentation:
– Wears a leash except when instructed otherwise by a male.
– Tits are at least a DD cup.
– Does not wear clothes at home or in the gardens of her home under any circumstances.
Attitude & Obedience:
– Allows anything to be put in her mouth by others; swallows edibles and liquids, sucks on other objects.
Routine:
– Twice per day when carrying an object from place to place, carries it in her cunt.
– Eats five meals a week from a bowl like a dog.
– Eats two meals a week that have been flavoured by semen.
Toileting:
– Twice a week pisses on a meal she will eat.
Masturbation and Sex:
– Hurts her tits or her cunt during five masturbations a week.
– Masturbates herself constantly during her morning exercise.
– Receives sperm in one of her orifices at least once per day.
Lactation and Farming:
– Is lactating.
– Works five hours a week on a Titcage farm or other slut ranch.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Has licked another slut to orgasm.
– Has been licked to orgasm by a slut.
– Has sucked another slut’s tits in public.
Treatment of Men:
– Begs a man to rape her at least twice a week.
– When talking directly to a man while he is sitting, massages his cock.

Claire ignored the despair a part of her felt inside. These were things she deserved to have done to her. Noting her new requirements, she immeadiately reached out and began to massage Michael’s still-hard penis.

“What’s a slut ranch?” she heard herself ask.

“Don’t worry about that, Fucktwat,” replied Michael. “You’ll probably be on the cusp of P grade for a while, because we have some other things for you to do before we send you out to the ranch.”

The “other things” turned out to include company-sponsored training. For half of each day, all three of the girls were required to attend training sessions to improve “their suitability as employees, and as human females”. Claire’s class for training included not only Steph and Kitten, but also Sluthole, Kimberley, (who was now a V rank and calling herself Bitchmelons) and Samantha (now a U, and answering to Fuckpuppet).

Their trainer was a 20-something man named Kyle, who was assisted by a nude E-cup redhead called Twatsucker. Claire felt her pussy twitch looking at both Kyle and Twatsucker, and blushed. Twatsucker had very pretty fuckbags and an attractive, shaved cunt. (It was not until almost a week after training started that Claire realised she couldn’t picture Twatsucker’s face.)

The training started with a getting-to-know you session. The girls were paired up randomly and told to lick each other’s pussies. Claire was partnered with Kimberley, Bitchmelons, who was not yet used to life at Titcage and struggled as Claire held her down and forced her cunt against Bitchmelons’ face. She could feel Bitchmelons crying into Claire’s pussy as the brunette slut licked at Claire’s clitoris, and Claire wondered why Bitchmelons kept working at Titcage if she hated it so much, but it wasn’t something Claire needed to worry about, and so she put it out of her mind and just buried her tongue in Bitchmelons’ snatch.

Claire was finding that getting to have sex with random pretty girls was one of the great benefits of working at Titcage. She could just rape big-boobed sluts when she wanted to and no one would tell her not to. She wished the rest of the world would hurry up and come around to Titcage’s way of thinking.

After the girls had had enough time to reach an orgasm, the getting-to-know you session continued, with the girls being asked to draw pictures of each other. Claire drew a picture of Kitten’s pretty face, but when she showed it to Kyle, he ripped it up, brought Claire into the middle of the room, and began to beat her breasts savagely with a paddle. Claire cried and screamed, but she realised what she had done wrong when Kitten held up her picture of Steph. It showed Steph’s cunt in intimiate detail, complete with that one labia that was slightly bigger than the other. As Kyle continued to slap Claire’s tits, Claire realised that this wasn’t Steph’s cunt – this WAS Steph, in the same way that Claire would have described a picture of her father’s face as a picture of her father.

After the beating she was sent back to her desk with her breasts in agony, where she drew a picture of Kitten’s pussy as best she could picture it. She found she could picture it very well indeed – better than Kitten’s face in some ways – and she was able to capture the smooth countours of Kitten’s vulva and the way her little nub of a clitoris stuck out a little even when Kitten wasn’t aroused, presenting Kitten’s clit ring piercing in a way that always made Claire want to tug on it. She labelled the picture “Slutkitten”.

Kyle approved of Claire’s second drawing, and he rewarded her by letting her suck on his cock for a few minutes while he explained what the sluts would be learning next.

The first phase of training was to focus on teaching the girls how to walk properly, and over the next week they learned and practiced ways of moving more appropriate to the sluts that they were. Kyle explaind to them that there were only four appropriate ways for a slut to walk.

* The Slave – In this simple walk, the slut walks with her back straight, her boobs thrust outwards, and her hands behind her back at waist level, as if cuffed together. Kyle described this walk as the normal walk for a slut being led on a leash, and made them all practice it both with their hands actually tied together, and with their hands free of any literal restraint. They started off doing the walk in bare feet but progressed quickly to trying it in high stiletto heels. Claire noticed that in this walk she was completely unable to protect the front of her body. On two separate occasions she tripped on the high heels of her shoes and fell down, her tits slamming into the floor. The pain was agonising and she screamed, but Kyle and Twatsucker just laughed at her, and then encouraged the rest of the class to laugh at her as well. Claire was worried she had damaged her new implants but apparently they were made of tougher material than she feared – her boobs were fine, just in agony.

* The Fucktoy – In this walk, the slut walks while masturbating with one hand and squeezing her tits with the other. Thus the slut always has her fingers buried in her snatch as she walks. Kyle explained that a slut can use this walk even when clothed – she can slip her hand into her pants, skirt, or panties to finger her pussy, and grope her boobs even through her top or bra. Claire found it difficult at first to do this walk – she kept forgetting either to pump her fingers in and out of her fuckhole, or to keep walking forward, but she soon learned the rhythm of it and found it tremendously satisfying to be able to play with herself while also walking places.

* The Offer – For this walk, the slut’s tits are fully exposed, and she cups and lifts them with her hands as she walks, to emphasise that her boobs are not her own, but rather exist for the pleasure of her master and men generally. Claire found it distracting to be constantly touching her sensitive fuckmelons as she walked and would occasionally start to squeeze them for the mix of pain and pleasure it would bring. Each time she did, Twatsucker would lash her tits with a cane, and remind Claire that a slut’s boobs were not for her own pleasure, but the pleasure of others.

* The Pet – Obviously the last walk was not a walk at all, but a crawl on all fours. The sluts were taught to crawl quickly and efficiently, waggling their bodies to maximise the wiggle of their butt and the swing of their boobs. Part of the training including crawling while on a leash, and crawling with tail-shaped butt plugs pushed into their anus.

For each walk, the girls also practiced it while holding dildos in their pussy and/or anus, and, when they needed to urinate, practiced pissing without stopping walking. They were told that these four walks were the only ways they would ever walk again for the rest of their lives, and that they would explain this to the men in their lives so they could be disciplined if they forgot. They learned how to select a walk – the Pet was to be used indoors by default unless they were told otherwise. The Slave was for when they were on a leash and being led, or for when they were in a situation where using another walk might attract the attention of authorities who aren’t sympathetic to the idea of sluts knowing their place. . The Offer was for meeting new men. And the Fucktoy was to be used at all other times.

On the first night at home afterr training, Claire and Steph demonstrated their new walks to their father, strutting back in forth naked in front of them cupping their tits or fingering their pussies. Afterwards he delivered his first whipping to their healed and healthy boobs, and when he had left a line of red welts across their fuckmelons, he made the crying girls kneel so he could masturbate and cum on them. The two sisters licked their father’s cum from each others’ breasts, and then had dinner.

Dinner for Claire was dog food, which tonight was served in a dog bowl rather than her sister’s cunt. This was by Claire’s request, to help with her grade requirements, but when she came to crouch on all fours in front of the bowl and begin licking up the slimy chunks, she felt her pussy growing wet. She realised she had come to associate the taste of dog food with the taste of cunt, and therefore with sex, and now she bitterly wished she had Steph or some other whore licked at her beaver while she ate. She instead attempted to balance on only one hand so she could use the other to rub her twat as she ate, and mostly succeeded, only falling over embarassingly twice.

Each day at training, the girls would repeat the forty minutes of “getting to know each other” – licking each others’ pussies, and then drawing pictures of each other. While Sluthole, Slutkitten and Cuntcandy (Steph) were willing participants in the sex. Claire found that, as with Bitchmelons, she also had to rape Fuckpuppet (Samantha) to get her to behave. Fuckpuppet was even more fun to rape than Bitchmelons had been, wiggling in a way which pleased Claire’s pussy, and still putting up a fight on Friday despite all the other girls having already raped her that week and the trainer having fucked her mouth twice and her pussy once.

Claire also found that she was very good at drawing cunts, and she soon had a collection of five pictures of pussies, one for each of her classmates. On the Friday of training, each of the girls was asked to pick which slut’s drawing looked most like her, and then together they logged on to their social media accounts – Facebook, email, Twitter, and others, and changed their profile pictures to drawings of their cunts. Claire was flattered that Kitten, Steph and Bitchmelons all picked Claire’s pictures of their twats to use.

Claire felt strange looking at her old social media accounts. She barely used them anymore; the only thing she regularly logged onto was her Titcage profile. Most of the people attached to these accounts weren’t really her friends anymore. They had been the friends of the old Claire, but they didn’t know Fucktwat. They would probably think it was strange that she was changing her photograph to a picture of her pussy, but Claire knew that the picture of her beaver was a more accurate picture of her now than any image of her face.

Steph wasn’t quite so indoctrinated, and Bitchmelons and Fuckpuppet outright refused to make the change. Kyle got Claire, Kitten, Sluthole and Twatsucker to hold the rebellious girls down, and then used a cattle prod on their pussies until they agreed to do what they were told. Claire felt funny looking at her sister’s groin being electro-shocked by the prod as Claire held her down. She knew this was wrong – that months ago this would have horrified her – but now it just made her wet to see her sister’s twat being hurt. This is what she deserves, Claire thought. This is what I deserve.

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That night, Claire found Steph sitting naked in front of the computer at home, and crying. Claire looked over her shoulder at what was visible on the screen.

Steph had three windows open. The first showed her Titcage profile, just like Claire’s, where Steph had just finished logging that her father had ejaculated on her tits and that Steph had masturbated three times during the day.

The second window was Steph’s Facebook profile. More than half of Steph’s friends had unfriended her. Most of those who remained were male. A string of comments ran under Steph’s new profile picture. “Great picture!” “It looks just like you!” “Hey Steph, want to catch up some time?” “That’s so slutty! What a whore!”

The third and final window showed a news site. Titcage had finally succeeded in one of their most dearly wanted goals. The headline read: “Rape Fairness Act Passes: It’s Not Rape If She’s Wet”. The criminal law had been amended so that it was a defence to a charge of rape to assert that the girl had been aroused at some time during the act. The onus of proving that she hadn’t been wet lay on the girl. The acts which had formerly been classed as rape but were now legal would be called “semi-consensual sex” or “reluctant sex”. Expert predicted that the number of women who would be subjected to semi-consensual sex would rise by over 1000% over the six months following passage of the bill.

Claire stared at the screen. She knew she had helped to make this happen. She thought about women – girls who had once been her friends – being raped and molested again and again by men. She felt sick. She felt aroused. She thought about the way she had raped Bitchemlons and Fuckpuppet this week. She would be able to do that now anywhere, anytime, as long as she could get them wet. And if she couldn’t get them wet – how were they going to prove that? Without even thinking, her hand went to her cunt and began to stroke it. She wanted to cum.

Gently, she leaned in and began to kiss her sister’s neck. Her sister turned and lifted her lips to Claire’s own, and they kissed, their tongues entwining. Gradually Steph rose to her feet, and then the two girls moved back towards their bed.

And as Claire spent that night with her face buried in Steph’s pussy, knowing that she was celebrating the legalisation of rape by eating her sister’s twat, she felt beautifully, blessedly content.

(To be continued…)

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White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent.

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

Summary: White teacher submissive is seduced by black dominant parent.

Note 1: Thanks to goamz86 and Robert for editing this story.

Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher

Jasmine’s last parent-teacher interview was scheduled for nine at night, a full hour after the evening was supposed to end. Janet Jones, the mother of Bethany Jones, couldn’t make it until this late time because of another meeting.

Jasmine was overly tired, and a bit bitchy after a day of teaching followed by an evening of interviews. Most of them had gone well, and she wasn’t expecting this one to go poorly, as Bethany was a great student.

Jasmine tried to grade Hamlet essays but her mind was done for the day, so instead she was playing Flappy Birds on her phone when Mrs. Jones walked in at five minutes after nine.

“Sorry I’m late,” Janet smiled warmly, a voluptuous black woman in her early forties, a virtual older copy of her daughter.

Jasmine looked up startled, her bird crashing. She was surprised by how much alike the mother and daughter looked. No way did this woman look old enough to have an eighteen year old daughter. She turned on her fake teacher charm and greeted, “Hi, Mrs. Jones, no worry at all. Gave me a chance to do some marking.”

Janet smiled, “Looks like some new wave marking,” pointing to the phone.

Jasmine laughed, “I’m mentally done and this flappy birds game is ridiculously addicting.”

Janet, the devious plan in her head the real reason she insisted on the late time, quipped her new prey oblivious to her true meaning, “Addiction is hard to control.”

Jasmine laughed, “Stupid cell phones. I’m not really much of a gamer. My ten year old son put this game on my phone.”

Janet laughed back, deciding to lean on a student’s desk rather than sit in the chair put across from the teacher in order to showcase her long nylon-clad legs and her voluptuous breasts. “So what are we going to do about my daughter?”

The teacher chuckled, “I know, she’s quite a handful.”

Janet, again responding with naughty innuendo, quipped, “Oh, she’s more than a handful.”

Jasmine noticed the odd tone of the mother’s response, but didn’t put much thought into it. “Were there any particular concerns about the report card I emailed last week?”

“No, no,” Janet shook her head, as she hopped onto the desk and slowly crossed her right leg over her left. “Her grades are great.”

“She has the highest mark in the class,” Jasmine agreed, unable to not notice the mother’s long legs in nylon, her fetish ever since her old school boyfriend insisted she wear them for him. She had since worn them almost every day of her life from plus 90 degree summer days to the crazy cold of winter. Nylons were part of who she was, like her brown hair, blue eyes and 34b breasts.

Jasmine was also surprised to see this attractive black woman in pantyhose. They seemed to be so out in 2014 (which was a shame because they definitely enhanced the seductive allure of any woman) and other than Bethany, who wore them with her cheerleader’s outfit, no other students of colour ever wore nylons (a few wore tights, but they are about as sexy as a sweatshirt).

“Her grades are not why I’m here,” Janet continued, dangling her five inch power heel on the end of her foot. Her daughter was confident that Mrs. Walker was submissive, bi-curious and had a nylon fetish. Bethany was sure that this sweet, innocent looking teacher wore thigh high stockings underneath her dresses and skirts, and even with her jeans on casual Friday. Janet was determined to find out if her daughter was correct on all three assessments.

Although Bethany was a chip off her mother’s block, having seduced and dommed six white classmates in her senior year, she still doubted herself with adult white women. Although she desperately wanted her first MILF to be her English teacher, she wasn’t confident enough to pull it off.

Thus, with Christmas just a couple of weeks away, Janet decided this teacher would be an early Christmas present for her daughter.

“So what is your concern?” Mrs. Walker asked, surprised that this interview may not go as expected and suddenly scolding herself for telling the principal he could go home, even after he offered to stick around in case he was needed (but Jasmine was confident this interview was just a formality, like most ‘A’ students’, where parents just came to get the kudos of praise that always followed).

“Bethany thinks you have a crush on her,” Janet revealed.

“Pardon?” Jasmine gasped. Those were the last words she thought could possibly be said to her. Although her darkest, pun intended, fantasy was to be seduced and dommed by a student, particularly a black student, these were not desires she felt she remotely revealed in the classroom. No doubt, Bethany’s long black legs in those amazingly shiny pantyhose caught her attention every game day, football season and now basketball season, but she didn’t think anyone noticed her sly glances.

“She’s convinced you’re a lesbian,” Janet bluntly said, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs like Sharon Stone in the classic scene in the movie ‘Basic Instinct’.

Jasmine couldn’t help but watch in awe, just like Michael Douglas did in that same movie, as she stammered, pulling herself from the sultry action in front of her, “I-I-I’m married.”

“So am I,” Janet replied right back, “but there is something very special and sacred when two women are intimate”.

Jasmine was floored. Her fantasies for years, ever since she secretly began writing porn stories on Literotica, originally predominantly lesbian porn stories, had been to make her lesbian curiosity a reality. She was a complete submissive for her husband, thus the reason she was currently wearing thigh highs under her black skirt and why she was also sans underwear at the moment. Yet, she couldn’t read this beautiful black woman, ‘was she hitting on me?’ She pondered.

“Speechless,” Janet smiled, swinging her leg like the pendulum on a clock. “They say a picture is worth a thousand words and the look on your face speaks volumes.”

“I don’t,” the flustered teacher began. “I mean, I think this is,” she stopped. “I think we should keep our conversation to Bethany.”

“Of course,” Janet agreed with a smile. “So Bethany believes you have a nylon fetish. Is that true?”

Jasmine couldn’t believe how everything this black mother said was true. She tried to answer without giving away her sexual perversion. “I do like to wear nylons,” she admitted.

“Stand up,” Janet ordered, “let’s see what you are wearing right now.”

“Excuse me?” Jasmine questioned, surprised again by the bluntness of this mother. She was used to bluntness by parents, but it was usually over her hard grading or high expectations.

“Stand up now,” Janet repeated, her tone shifting to much firmer.

She didn’t know exactly why, partly because of the tone of the woman and partly out of an inner psychological need to obey, but she stood up.

“Walk over to the front of your desk,” Janet instructed next.

Mrs. Walker protested, sensing this conversation getting completely out of her control, “Mrs. Jones, I must insist….”

“Now!” Janet firmly ordered, her tone no nonsense.

Again the submissive teacher, feeling an undeniable wetness in her cunt, felt compelled to obey. She walked out from behind her desk and soon stood in front of the intriguing woman.

“Bethany is confident that underneath the teacher’s attire you wear to school each day you are actually wearing thigh high stockings, is that true?”

Mrs. Walker couldn’t believe how observant Bethany was. Every skirt and dress was plenty long enough to hide the lace tops of her expensive pure silk stockings, so she was bewildered that the cheerleader could notice such things. She stammered. “S-s-sometimes.”

“Right now?” Janet queried.

“Yes,” Jasmine admitted, feeling compelled to answer honestly.

“Oops,” Janet said, all diva dramatic, as her heel hit the floor. “Could you get that for me?”

Jasmine knew immediately, having written sexual seduction scenes just like this in her stories, what this mother was doing (although the feeling was surreal that fantasy was potentially becoming reality), yet she silently, bent down and grabbed the clearly very expensive shoe. She went to hand it to Mrs. Jones when she was stopped.

“Please put it back on my foot, Mrs. Walker,” Janet ordered, this seduction going exactly as planned. Sometimes seducing white women took work: psychological manipulation or blackmail, but this one was just going to be a smooth transition from taking a white woman’s secret fantasy and making it a very, very concrete reality.

Jasmine again knew this was crossing so many professional lines, knew she should stand up to this woman, yet she again obeyed, putting the heel back on the mother’s foot and briefly feeling the smooth silk of the pantyhose, which immediately triggered a pulsation to her now needy cunt.

“Thank you,” Janet smiled, looking down at the flustered, red cheeked teacher.

“No problem,” Jasmine nodded, standing back up, trying to make like it wasn’t a big deal.

“So two of three of Bethany’s assessments are true,” Janet continued her sly seduction of the cute teacher.

The teacher was rattled and completely out of her element, feeling suddenly like a character in one of her many stories. A rush of excitement and an undeniable wetness lightly leaking from her cunt was countered by the anxiety of the unknown and the risk of her career. Jasmine nervously asked, “What did Bethany tell you?”

“First, that you were wearing thigh highs underneath your teacher attire,” Janet began. “Second that you are a lesbian. Obviously that is not true, you are married and all, but there is little doubt you are curious if not bisexual.”

Jasmine couldn’t believe how accurate Bethany and Mrs. Jones were. Yes, she always wore thigh high stockings, and yes she was bisexual, although relations between women were far and long between.

“Third,” Mrs. Jones listed, “she sensed you’re submissive, which now seems pretty obvious, doesn’t it?”

Jasmine’s already red face burned more. At home, she was incredibly submissive to her husband in the bedroom, as she also had been to a couple of her earlier boyfriends (none of them truly understood just how much she wanted to be controlled in the bedroom or how far she was willing to go…thankfully her husband did). Yet, at work she was a strong-willed, no nonsense teacher, although also very personable and compassionate.

“Again, a picture is worth a thousand words,” Janet smiled, before adding, “or your silence speaks volumes. Whichever cliché you like best.”

Jasmine really wasn’t sure what to say. She was a terrible liar and everyone had always told her as much and thus she didn’t want to be caught in a lie.

Janet continued, “So, the question becomes what to do about it.”

The teacher finally said, knowing if she didn’t speak soon she would end up in a predicament she couldn’t control, “Mrs. Jones, I’m beginning to get very uncomfortable with this conversation.”

“I imagine your cunt is also very uncomfortable right now, I bet there’s a great discomfort in your panties, isn’t there?” Janet playfully asked, swearing for the first time.

Jasmine couldn’t deny the truth of that statement, she could feel the wetness slither slowly down her leg, cursing her decision to not wear underwear. Yet, she responded, trying to somehow prevent what she was already confident was on Mrs. Jones’ mind, “This is not the place for this conversation.”

“Where is?” Janet queried. “My house with Bethany home? Your house with your husband and children home? No, no, I think this is the perfect place for this conversation. No one else is here, other than the night janitor, and it’s unlikely he will be coming this way.”

Jasmine was overwhelmed. Even though the offer hadn’t been verbalized, part of her was already willing to just drop to her knees in front of this beautiful black woman, yet the trepidation of impacting her job and family kept her at bay…although the strength to resist, if the offer was actually made, was already brittle.

“Do you like Christmas?” Janet asked out of the blue.

Jasmine was surprised by the shift in conversation, but pointed to the nativity scene on the back wall, a Charlie Brown one, and joked, “I wish it could be Christmas season all year round.”

“It can be,” Janet smiled, “I believe you would be the perfect gift for my daughter.”

“Pardon?” Jasmine questioned, realizing instantly the true purpose of this strange conversation, even more complex than she anticipated.

Ignoring the white teacher’s bewildered look, the experienced seductress continued, “But do you know what is missing?”

“What?” Jasmine asked, skeptically, sensing the answer would be another piece of the puzzle that was all coming together right in front of her eyes, Jasmine knowing she was being played like a fiddle and unable to stop the music.

“Mistletoe,” Janet answered. “You have a nativity scene, you have candy canes on your desk, your door is already decorated like a Christmas tree, but no mistletoe. Although I guess that makes sense in a classroom, I’m sure you are not supposed to encourage kissing.” Bethany had told her of Mrs. Walker’s love for Christmas, and she figured she would use it for the climactic submission.

Jasmine nodded, “Yes, I’m not sure the admin would be a big fan of that.”

“Thankfully, I brought my own,” Janet revealed, the seduction almost complete, pulling it out of her purse.

“Y-y-you did?” Jasmine stammered, even though she knew exactly where this was going, or at least she thought she did.

“Yes,” Janet smiled, as she stood up, lifted up her dress to reveal she too was wearing thigh highs, and placed the mistletoe just above her cunt, “It is the festive thing to do.”

Jasmine stared at the black woman’s shaved pussy in complete paralysis. This was one of her greatest fantasies, to be seduced by a black woman. All she had to do was obey like a good submissive, something she always did at home.

Janet smiled to herself as she watched the teacher stare at her cunt. She instructed, gently, “Go ahead, and give my pussy lips a big kiss.”

Jasmine’s head was a muddled mess. She knew she should demand this woman leave; she knew she should bluntly refuse the offer just given; yet, like so many of her characters in her stories she felt the weight of her body suddenly too heavy to carry, she felt her knees so weak and desperately needing to rest, she felt herself lowering to the floor, her eyes never breaking eye contact with the beautiful shaved black pussy.

“Now crawl to me, my teacher pet,” Janet instructed, guiding her pet-to-be.

Hearing the words ‘teacher pet’, words she had used distinctly in her stories, only enhanced both the wetness between her legs and the desire to obey. Yet, it also made her briefly wonder if somehow this woman knew of her secret erotica writing persona. But in the end, her true submissive nature, her unbridled desire for a black woman, overrode common sense as she got on all fours, like a real pet, and crawled the brief distance to the mother of one of her students.

“Good girl,” Janet purred, knowing positive endearing, slightly humiliating terms were critical in the full training of a woman like Jasmine. As mentioned, sometimes a seduction is aggressive, sometimes it’s manipulative, but sometimes tenderness is what is needed.

Jasmine felt a chill go up her spine at the strange compliment, knowing it was meant to both encourage and set the hierarchy in place.

“Go ahead, my pet, give me a nice big kiss,” Janet offered, spreading her legs even wider.

Jasmine couldn’t resist any longer, consequences be damned, her fantasy was becoming reality and nothing else mattered other than complete submission to this beautiful black goddess. She leaned forward and kissed the slightly wet pussy lips.

“Hmmmmm,” Janet moaned, always loving the moment when a white woman’s lips made contact with her cunt lips. “Maybe you should use some tongue,” she added playfully.

Jasmine obeyed without hesitation, as she began to explore the black woman’s pussy lips. Her taste was stronger and more exotic than others she had tasted, and after just a couple licks she knew she was addicted. She wondered, ‘Does Bethany taste like this too?’ And then scolded herself for having such a naughty thought about her student, even though apparently Bethany assumed she already had been.

“That’s it, my teacher pet, enjoy your early Christmas present,” Janet continued, enjoying the woman’s eager and somewhat experienced tongue. Although the greatest rush came from turning a white racist bitch into a cunt licker, this rare sweet seduction was a nice change of pace. While not romantic, it was a tender moment, unlike most of her other seductions.

Jasmine continued licking, not able to satiate her hunger for pussy once it was given to her and she did indeed see this as a great present, one that she wanted to unwrap completely with her tongue.

Mrs. Jones often struggled to come while standing, so she moved to the teacher’s desk, spread her legs and quipped, “They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, but I think a black pussy a day makes a white woman’s day.”

Jasmine, disappointed briefly when the delicious cunt moved away, quickly moved back in front of the woman and buried her face in her cunt. She desperately wanted to get her off, to taste her cunt cum, and to be a good teacher pet. She licked and lapped, she roamed and teased, until the breathing of the black mother increased. Like in her stories, and few lesbian encounters, she knew this was the time to concentrate on the clit.

“Oh God,” Janet moaned as the eager teacher flicked her tongue onto her very sensitive clit. “That’s it, my teacher pet, I bet you are dying to taste my cum.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine quickly answered, like the submissive she was, before she realized her faux pas. Yet she was too far gone to correct herself, the word out, the natural consequences would follow as Mrs. Jones decided.

“Yes, you little teacher slut, you will make a good pet for meeee,” Janet smiled, slightly surprised by the term Mistress being used, although it expedited the conversation that was to follow once this white pet training was done.

Being called a slut always turned Jasmine on because she craved to be one. Craved to eat teenage pussy, craved to suck black cock, craved to be gangbanged, craved to be ass fucked and craved to be used as a complete submissive slave for the pleasure of a Mistress. Cunt juice trickled down her leg as she continued licking, sensing the orgasmic eruption was imminent.

“Here it comesssssss, my white teacher slutttt,” Janet declared, knowing she would be a very eager addition to her harem of white woman.

Unlike the other women she had pleasured, this black woman was a squirter. Jasmine had researched this, and seen it in the movies, but never seen it or felt it in real life. She felt her face coated with wetness as she continued lapping up the taste of decadence. The black woman’s cum was unexplainably addictive, a taste unlike any she had ever had. She didn’t want the fountain of pussy juice to end as she savoured every drop of pussy perfection.

Janet had seen eager white pussy pleasers, had created quite a few herself through training, but none had been as obedient, eager and thorough as this white teacher. She knew she would be a long term pet addition and also knew she would obey and submit to her daughter if told to. Once her orgasm was done, she gently pushed the still licking pet away and asked, “Are your panties wet?”

Jasmine no longer the teacher of this woman’s daughter, but rather the submissive pet of this black woman and feeling totally at home on her knees, and wanting to impress and shock her new Mistress answered with a playful smile, looking up from her submissive position, “My panties can’t be wet.”

“Why’s that?” Janet asked, intrigued by the odd tone of the teacher.

“I’m not wearing any,” Jasmine revealed with a naughty smile.

“You really prove the theory appearances can be deceiving,” Janet said, actually surprised by her pet’s naughtiness.

Jasmine smiled, still on her knees, “My husband tells me I’m an enigma.”

“That you are,” Janet smiled, while grabbing a candy cane from the festive Santa coffee cup. She asked, “Do you want to come, my pet?”

The horny teacher, her face still wet with pussy juice, admitted, somehow needing to show how willing she was to be a good pet, “Desperately, Mistress.”

“Go sit on my daughter’s desk,” Janet instructed.

Jasmine stood up, moved to a front row desk, directly in front of her own desk, and sat on top of it.

“Should’ve known that Bethany would sit directly in front of the teacher she wanted to seduce,” Janet said, amused. She stood up and instructed, “Now let’s see that wet white cunt of yours.”

Jasmine obeyed, awkwardly pulling her skirt up and without any shame showing her shaved cunt.

“Shaved,” Janet nodded approvingly, “you really are one intriguing teacher.”

“A Brazilian,” Jasmine admitted, continually trying to seek complete approval from this seductress.

Janet handed Jasmine the candy cane and ordered, “Merry Christmas, fuck yourself with it.”

It was Jasmine’s turn to be surprised as she took the candy cane. She looked at the candy cane, her favourite snack, and slowly moved it to her cunt. Closing her eyes, she rubbed the candy cane up and down her pussy lips before sliding it inside.

“Good pet,” Janet purred, watching the sweet teacher fuck herself.

Jasmine was so wet and so horny that she rapidly fucked herself with the makeshift cock. She wished it was longer and wider, but just the thought that she was doing this in her classroom, in front of a parent, enhanced the task and she was soon moaning.

Janet filmed the teacher masturbation scene with her phone. She wasn’t anticipating any issues, but it was always good to have blackmailing evidence just in case. She asked, “What are you?”

“Your pet,” Jasmine moaned, the whole candy cane disappearing inside her.

“What else?” the mother continued.

“Your white sluuuuuuut,” Jasmine declared, loving the racial aspect of her submission.

“And you’ll always obey?” Janet questioned.

“Yesssssssss,” Mrs. Walker agreed, knowing the words she was saying were true. She would undoubtedly drop to her knees in a heartbeat for another taste of her black pussy. Her orgasm was so close, she began tapping her own clit while slamming her cunt with the small fuck toy.

Janet ordered, as she moved to her ear and whispered, “Come, my white teacher pet.”

“Kkkkkkk,” the teacher moaned, as her orgasm ripped through her, the hot breath the trigger point to complete bliss.

“Such a good obedient slut,” Janet continued, as she tugged on her pet’s earlobe.

Jasmine couldn’t believe how hard her orgasm hit, her whole body giving in unconditionally to the taboo pleasure of complete submission.

Janet ordered, “Look at me, my teacher pet.”

Jasmine opened her eyes, the candy cane still inside her. She saw the camera likely filming her, but assuming she had been filmed throughout her act of submission, she didn’t cover herself up. Instead, she said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

“For what?” Janet asked, loving how obedient the teacher was.

“For seeing through my outer shell and pulling out the inner slut I’ve been dying to allow out to play,” Jasmine answered, staring at the camera.

“And what are you?” the black Mistress asked.

“A white slut for black cunt,” Jasmine answered, while opening the door for the opportunity to submit sexually to her black student, “for all black cunt.”

“You want to eat out my daughter, don’t you?” Janet asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine nodded. “I have for some time now.”

Janet smiled, “Well, I think I know exactly what I’m getting Bethany for Christmas.”

“A white teacher slut,” Jasmine answered, taking the candy cane from her cunt and putting it in her mouth.

“Damn, I may have to keep you for myself,” Janet smiled, this white slut turning her on again.

“Well, I’m your submissive,” the teacher said, as she sucked her own pussy cum off the candy cane.

“Knees,” Janet ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Jasmine agreed, getting off the desk and returning to her knees, hoping she was going to be allowed to taste black pussy again.

“A snack to go?” Janet asked.

Jasmine answered by leaning forward and again licking perfection.

As the white teacher pet again licked her, Janet smiled as she knew she would indeed be the best present ever for Bethany.

THE END

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This is a part two of the original Megan Dream

After graduation in the Spring of my senior year I decided to go to the city’s college for a year, not because I wasn’t smart enough, but so I could get past Megan and all that had happened during senior year. I needed to sort some things out and doing this was enough to get started; also I needed a reason to get out of my Dad’s house. Megan and I were just fuck buddies when she or I was horny; mostly just fucking emptily in the bathroom or somewhere we were at the time. Once we fucked each other’s brains out on the football practice field after the Prom, her date thought she was in the bathroom getting ready, not fucking another girl. I wanted something more from her and Megan just wanted to do what she wanted, no strings attached or commitment to each other. So as August came up I packed my things for college and tried to move on past my past and the feelings that Megan gave me when she and I fucked each other.

My swim class was next to the high school that Megan went to as a junior. Every day that I past the school I caught glimpses of her in her P.E. class. She had the last P.E. class of the day and from experience it was the hard core class where running until you puked was normal. She always looks sexy running and fuckable whenever I drove by. One day I decided that I would go to class late just so I could watch her run around the track. She wore mini cloth shorts that had the school’s logo on the side, and had the mandatory school P.E. shirt, a loosely fitting grey mess that had some stupid saying on it. They got a new one each year. Even thought the shirt was overly baggy on her I could still see her frail figure faintly traced in it. Even with her hair tied in a high pony-tail on her head and slapping her face she still was goddess like to me. I even loved the way her ass juggled as she ran, bouncing up and down like she was fucking some guy’s dick.
Before I knew it the class was moving back to the football practice field for the next workout they were doing. I had a few seconds to hide or it would all be over. Just before Megan walked past my car I dove under the wheel and tried to not make the car move. From the side view mirror I saw her past by, look at the car, then scratch her face. But deep in my mind I thought that I saw a small smile flash across her face. Almost like she knew that I had been watching her run and liked it. I quickly erased the thought and resituated myself in the car, revving the engine and sped out of the parking lot to the pool next door desperately wanting a reason to get Megan out of my mind.

The locker room was empty as the last few of the girls from my class gathered their things and walked out. I decided to be really slow today, blaming it on the five hundred I had to do before the end of class. In actuality, a five hundred was nothing for me I just didn’t want anyone to sense that I was somewhere else; thinking about Megan. Why did I have to stop and watch her run? Why did she have to have class outside on the days that I drive past the school? These questions plagued my mind and gnawed at my senses.
The cool floor of the locker room felt nice on my overheated soles, and the dripped water didn’t bother too. But when I rounded the corner to get to my locker I found that Chelsea, a girl I swam with a couple times was still in the room. She was getting dressed and trying to text at the same time. She looked like she didn’t even know that I was watching her display of stupidity.
Chelsea was a freshman like me, but she was a junior that had graduated early with the seniors, so I knew her a bit from high school. She was almost a goddess to with her athletic build that supported her 34C breasts and fat ass. I always liked it when I swam next to her, just so that I could watch her ass moving as she kicked in the water. It didn’t hurt that her boobs sometimes can a little out of her suit so that you could see the areolas of her nipples.
Chelsea knew almost everyone from school and still went over there to just take the college credit classes that were open to anyone. She knew Megan from the French class she did, but not anything more. I dare not ask her anything about Megan just out of fear that she might tell Megan that I was asking about her or connect that I was once Megan’s fuck-buddy.
After staring at Chelsea for a few seconds I went back to going to my locker and grabbing my things. I was only dressed in a pair of panties with panda bears on them and a black sports bra. I hated my own boobs and how big they were, yet guys thought the size was the best. I tried to stay quiet enough that I could get pants on before Chelsea saw me and tried to talk to me. But I didn’t make it, she heard me.
“Trisha, hey.” She didn’t look at me but I knew she was trying to hear what I was doing.
“Hi.”
“I saw you at the high school, in your car parked by the track when students were running on it.”
She saw! She saw me staring at Megan and she connected the pieces! I was dead and I knew it. Quickly I turned to her playing dumb, trying to not make eye contact. “Really? Well I had to stop somewhere to get my phone out and answer a call. I don’t like to talk when I’m driving.”
“Cut the bull Trish. I really know why you were there. I know more then you thought.” She had turned towards me, looking at me, looking down at me.
“W-w-what?!”
“I knew you were looking at Megan Donovan. She told me about you and her. How you two were little fuck buddies. I don’t just go to French because I like the language, I go for the gossip. And that chick Megan, she mentioned that she and this chick fucked once in the English hall girls’ bathroom. After a few days of pretending to be her pal and talking about my class she mentioned that you were the one she fucked. Have to say, she is hot.”
I was speechless and couldn’t find the words that I wanted to say. Megan told someone about what she and I did in that bathroom at times. Why or who could she? Nothing, no answer was coming to my mind. It was blank.
“You were watching her? Weren’t you?”
“No…”
“Trish.” She was now standing right next to my still looking down at me.
“Fine, sure I was. But I’m trying to get her out of my mind. I wanted more but she didn’t. So it ended and I’m trying to forget it.”
“Well I know for a fact that she is trying to do the same thing and is having trouble doing it. Why don’t you just go and talk to her sometime and see what both of you should do. Just a suggestion.” And with that she gave me a quick hug and left the locker room making me think that she must have been on something to think that she was right about what she had said. Snapping back to the world I finished getting dressed and quickly packed my crap, avoiding the puddles of water to get out of the room.
As I left the building the swim instructor waved at me and yelled that I better be ready for next week when we were doing Fartlicks. I just waved back and gave a small yippy as I opened the door and walked out into the cool fall air. My car was parked all the way in the back of the parking lot and with the rest of the free swim people’s cars it was almost impossible to get to. But I swiftly made it past manly cars and overly expensive cars of wannabe players to make it to my little piece of junk. But even from a few feet away I saw that someone was waiting for me, leaning on my car.
Carefully I neared me car, not being able to tell who it was. They had a baggy hoodie on over their head, obscuring their face. All I saw of knowing it was a chick was the short running shorts with the high school logo on the side. My mind rushed through every possible reason someone could be leaning on my car. I knew they weren’t waiting for me, Kelly was in Maine and Joe, had too manly of legs for it to even be him. Slowly I got up right next to the end of my car and finally let the words escape my mouth. “Hello, may I help you?” to myself I sounded too childish and immature that if they were waiting for me they had to be laughing about now.
They didn’t answer back, instead turn to me and looked me square in the eye. I was face to face with Megan, standing at my car with me half wet from the pool and half wet from seeing her again. She looked like she had just come from class, but since my class gets over before the high schools even out she had to have ditched.
“Megan?!” I must have sounded surprised because she finally talked.
“Don’t look like you haven’t seen me in awhile. I know for a fact that you were at the school an hour ago, in your car, parked next to the track. You were watching me weren’t you?” she still looked like a goddess, even with the Beetles jacket obscuring most of her face. I just wanted to throw her against my car and make-out with her right here in the pool’s parking lot. I didn’t even care who saw, I just wanted her. But I restrained myself and let her finish saying why she was here.
“No, I just needed to stop to get something and when I saw your class coming I hid. I’m not stalking you.”
“That’s sad, cause I think it would be hot if you were stalking me. I would be doing it.” She got extremely close to me, letting her hood fall back off her head. Her icy blue eyes held me in place, inciting the fire already burning me up. “I know that I said that I just wanted to do whatever I wanted, but when you were gone I came to what I really wanted. I watched you graduate when my brother was graduating too. I just couldn’t keep you out of my mind and now I want more.”
She slowly touched my arm, pulling me close to her. She still was taller than me and she used that as a way to get closer to my face. Her lips tasted like roses, memories of the first fuck flooded my mind and I let everything go. Roughly, I grabbed her head and shoved my tongue into her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip. Megan’s hands were on my ass, helping to lift me up a bit. We would have gone further but it wasn’t going to fly doing it here.
“Get in the car!” I demanded, she obeyed.
Jumping in I revved the engine and we went off somewhere to finish what was already building. Megan couldn’t keep her hands off me and was trying to fondle me through the think fabric of my sweatpants. I shifted enough for to be able to get better in and fuel her fire.
Finally we screeched to a halt at my apartment building and I grabbed her in a rush to get to my room as fast as we could. Soon we were in my apartment and she had her jacket off, she still on the gym clothes I had seen her in. She grabbed my shirt and ripped it off leaving my top with only a thin sports bra. Megan took the opportunity to thrust her tongue back in my mouth and shove her hands down my pants. Her finger found its way to my burning cunt and shoved up into me. Instantly a gasp escaped my mouth as she thrust in and out, motivating me to peel her top off. She too wore a sports bra, her tits trying to pop out of the constricting fabric.
Megan quickly added one more finger to her trusting and with the other hand moved my bra up to unleash my breasts. It was exotic as she pleased me better then she had ever had before. I wanted to return the favor too so I shoved her bra up and started sucking on her left nipple. She responded with lustful gasps of breaths. Her nipples were fully erect and just begging to be tittie-fucked. Each tit was fully engorged, turning purple from the amount of blood rushing to them.
“Oh! Oh! Oh Trisha!” Megan’s cries urged me on as I also shoved my hand into her pussy and teased her clit as she was teasing me. Her breaths matched mine as I grew closer to an orgasm, but I fought it off. Sounds of skin scraping skin filled the soundless room. Carefully arching my fingers I curved them to better hit her G-spot. Doing this caused her body’s muscles to contract and get ready for whatever was coming. She imitated me, biting my lower lip drawing blood.
Abruptly Megan stopped fucking me and pushed me to my bed, shoved me onto it, pulling my pants and panties off. Now I was fully naked, and she peeled the rest of her clothing off too. Her skin felt soft on mine and she smelled wonderful. I pulled her vagina to my mouth and quickly started to suck her off, pleasing her more then she could handle. I wasn’t doing it for a minute before she climaxed and soaked me in her juices. I just kept licking it all up as she tried to muffle her screams of pure pleasure. Her whole body shook as she slowly came down from the clouds and back to the room. Almost rag doll like, she slumped down on me and breathed deeply.
“What about me?” I jokingly said as she flipped to kiss me.
“I’m getting there.” Her hand kept thrusting into me, rubbing every inch of my pussy lovingly. Just the friction from her hand’s movement was enough to get me going. Slowly I found myself getting higher and higher to the end I wanted. But before I could reach it Megan took her hand out and flipped me over. She covered my eyes with a blanket and I felt something long and hard being shoved into me. I tried to find out what it was, but all my sense were numbed from the tormenting pleasure I was getting. It wasn’t until a small pulsing sensation filled my groin did I understand it was a vibrator.
“Borrowed this from a girl in my P.E. class, told her I needed it for the night. She didn’t seem worried that I was asking for it.” Megan’s words echoed in my head as I finally found my climax and felt my whole vaginal muscles contract around the fake dick. Megan licked up all I gave, giving my clitoris a quick suck for a few seconds at times through this.
When my orgasm had subsisted and Megan took the blanket off my head did I grab her by her waist and shove her pussy back into my mouth. I wanted more, and she had it all. She knew what I wanted and urged me on. “Oh ya bitch! Eat me out! Fuck me like no guy can you fucking whore! Fuck yes!” I was eating her out while shoving two fingers in and out of her asshole. The pleasure I was giving her was almost enough to get her off again, but I didn’t want that to happen, not yet.
Just before she climaxed for the second time I stopped and pulled out a sheet wrapped into a rope. I tied her hands behind her and then tied her feet to the foot of my bed. So here she laid, legs wide open to anyone to fuck and her hands behind her back, unless to assist. Megan got right into it, shouting encouragement at me. “Fuck me! Fuck me like you did when we first fucked!” I loved it when she cussed at me; it made me even hornier for her. Finally tied down I grabbed the fake dick she shoved in me and shoved it in her ass, set to low. The small pulses coming from her ass was barely enough to urge her on. But she loved it still.
With the dick in her ass I straddled her, forcing her to eat me out as she tried to get off on the small pulses coming from her ass. She licked and bit my swollen clit, sending waves of lust through me. I could smell the vaginal secretions flowing from me onto her face as she continued to lick and eat me out. She even tongue fucked me, darting in and out, forcing my body to tighten with every fuck. Quickly I increased the vibrators speed one notch and let her sink back into the intense sensations now attacking her.
“I love watching you tied up and being forced to fuck me. You play prisoner so well.” I kept pinching my own tits, just loving how her mouth was skilled enough to get me off just from that. By now my own tits were engorged and sensitive to the touch. Just one lick could have sealed my orgasm into being a full-blown mind and body fucking orgasm. The image of how this all started kept flashing around in my mind. Her fucking me in the girls’ bathroom while everyone was in classes. And then us doing it again and again and again.
“Fuck!” I heard her mumble as we climaxed together with me falling limp onto her body. She kept riding in out because of the dick lodged in her ass still going. Sweat poured off her now glissading body as she pleaded with me to pull the dick out and let her play. Even though I would have loved to see her go until she blacked out I did as she asked, taking the vibrator dick out but shoving it into my own cunt, dialing it to full blast.
I was overtaken by my own want to fuck my brains out and slam this toy into me. Megan watched helpless to play with me as I pounded the dick in and out of me with the vibrator going full blast. Juice flowed everywhere and soon I had reached the end. One last shove broke the barrier between pleasure and lust for me as a huge orgasm ripped through me, causing me to buckle my legs and fall to the bed, still climaxing. Megan groaned to get free to lick up my lust as my orgasm continued but she couldn’t’ get free.
Finally after two minutes it all ended and I went limp, only my breathing could be seen. The dick was still in me, going full blast but I was numb to it. Megan had managed to get free from her bonds and was licking my clit, now engorged with blood. She even pulled the dick out and shoved it in her pussy as she lay next to me, sucking my nipple.
“Even better than last year.” She playfully pinched the other nipple that wasn’t being sucked. “Maybe we should keep doing this but with one suggestion.”
Still breathless I answered, “What?”
“You come and visit me after school and take me out somewhere. I wanna try this dating thing with you.”

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Becky and her mother wake up her father using their busty tits!

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Fifteen: Ripples of Change

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

James Davis

Mom was home from her trip to Vegas. I could hear my sisters squealing in delight. They were going to have an orgy I bet. Dad was a lucky guy. I glanced back at my own two girls sitting on my bed, Ruri flipping through a textbook, Orihime playing on her phone.

I was still feeling proud of drawing Rei, of creating another girl out of nothing. I had sketched with pencil her, given her shape out of nothing, then inked her into existence. I glanced at the Coptic marker that I had used to draw the final lines, feeling the power that I’d imbued in it.

It was incredible that I could do this. Why hadn’t it occurred to me to try and make others? I conjured Orihime and Ruri a few weeks ago. Maybe I was just too caught up in the joy of bringing my two girlfriends to life.

My two favorite waifus, as those of us into Anime called a cute girl we had a crush on.

“I feel like drawing something else,” I said, turning in my computer chair to face my girls. “Wonder what I should create?”

Orihime set her phone down, a smile on her lips. Her blue eyes had a sparkle, her orange hair, a shade no natural woman had, framing her mischievous face. Her large tits swelled the front of her white blouse, the top few buttons were undone to show off a hint of her cleavage. “Whatever you want,” she said, then glanced at Ruri. “It just makes her hot that you’re creating girls for other guys to love.”

Ruri’s back stiffened. The petite girl looked up from the textbook, her purple eyes looking alarmed. “Of course not! That’s ridiculous.”

I smiled as color spotted Ruri cheeks, her light-blue hair, gathered in a pair of pigtails, swaying about her face as she squirmed. My dick twitched in my pants at how cute my petite lover looked. “I think you’re protesting a bit much, Ruri.”

“I’m not, James,” Ruri said, her purple eyes flashing to me.

“I think we need to know,” I said. “Right, Orihime?”

She nodded her head, her large tits jiggling. They were such beautiful breasts. “Yep. We have to know if it makes you wet or not.”

“So, let’s see, Ruri,” I said, giving her a big grin. “Hike your skirt and drop your panties.”

“James!” she moaned. The petite girl trembled. “I don’t. You don’t have to make me do this.”

I arched an eyebrow at her. “Do I have to take them off myself.”

She tightened her jaw. “Fine.”

She slipped the textbook off her lap and stood up. She was short and slender, the gray skirt of her college’s school uniform swirled around her thighs. She didn’t have Orihime’s large tits, but just the slightest swelling pressing against her blouse. Her slender fingers grabbed her skirt and yanked it up, exposing a pair of light-blue panties, a little bow on the front.

“Cute,” Orihime said, looking down. “Is that a dark spot?”

“Are you getting wet, Ruri?” I asked, my dick swelling harder.

Her cheeks were scarlet now. “You’re both so mean! Both idiots!”

She shoved her panties down, exposing her hairless pussy, her slit virginal tight, a delicious crease parting her plump vulva. There was a glistening sheen to her flesh, the unmistakable sight of a juicy snatch.

“Someone’s horny,” said Orihime. She darted her hand between Ruri’s thighs and swiped a finger across the petite girl’s vulva. Ruri gasped as Orihime held up her finger, coated in dew. “Yep, makes you wet.”

“I have a wet pussy because you made me take off my panties!” Ruri complained. “You’re both mean idiots!”

“You love it,” I said, standing up. Her pussy looked so hungry. “You like to pretend you’re not a horny, little minx, Ruri. That’s what makes you cute.”

I ruffled her hair as I passed her, caressing the top of her head. Her cheeks kept burning, but her eyes softened. A smile played on her lips for a moment. I loved her personality. First, she was tsun-tsun, as the Japanese called it, angry and feisty. Then she was dere-dere, loving and delicious. Tsundere was a hot trope.

I fell back on the bed beside Orihime. “Come sit on my face, Ruri,” I said, hungry to taste her pussy. I could hear my family in the master bedroom, my sisters having fun with Mom and Dad. It was turning me on. “I’ll make you feel good as an apology for picking on you.”

“James…” Ruri said, trembling. Then she sprang at the bed, her pigtails bouncing.

“Mmm, someone’s a horny minx wanting to get her pussy eaten!” Orihime said.

“Idiot,” hissed Ruri. “And you wouldn’t be eager?”

“Oh, I would,” Orihime said, unbuttoning her blouse. “I think I’ll have some fun, too. Playing with James’s cock.”

“You’re big boobs make you such a horny slut,” Ruri said as she straddled me. I stared up at her hairless pussy, half-shadowed by her skirt.

“Such a horny slut,” Orihime said, her blouse open, her large tits held in place by a pink bra.

Then Ruri descended. Her skirt fell over my face, plunging me into a wonderful darkness. A spicy musk filled my nose, then hot, bare pussy lips pressed on my mouth. I groaned as I took the first lick. Ruri gasped, squirming on me as the spicy delight filled my mouth.

She groaned as I lapped at her vulva. Her juices flowed into my mouth as I caressed through her folds. I teased her. Enjoyed her. My tongue explored through her petals, licking her labia. I brushed her clit, making her squeal in delight.

My hands found her thighs. I stroked up and down her silky skin as she ground that wonderful cunt on my mouth. My tongue penetrated into her depths, stirring around in her. She squeezed her thighs about my face, moaning in delight as I feasted on her. It was such a treat to enjoy.

“James!” Ruri moaned. “Oh, James, yes! Oh, your tongue. You’re doing such naughty things with your tongue.”

“He’s just wonderful and loving in that way,” purred Orihime.

She unfastened my slacks. My zipper rasped as my tongue swirled through Ruri’s cunt. Then Orihime’s fingers opened my fly. She tugged my pants down, working them off my ass and thighs. My dick throbbed in my boxers as I feasted on Ruri’s cunt.

Then Orihime’s fingers tugged on my boxers. I groaned as the cotton rubbed against the tip of my cock. I popped out. A moan burst from Ruri’s lips. Her thighs flexed beneath my grip, her pussy squirming across my mouth.

“Ooh, did that make you excited?” Orihime asked. “Seeing James’s cock?”

“No!” Ruri gasped. “Just… James brushed my clit. That’s all.”

“Riiiiight!” Orihime said. “His dick makes me so wet!”

“I’m not a big-booby slut like you, idiot!” moaned Ruri. Then she groaned, “Oh, yes, James, that’s good!”

“Mmm, you’re not a big-booby slut, but a flat-chested whore for James,” Orihime said. “You’re just jealous that you can’t do this.”

Warm, soft, pillowy flesh wrapped about my cock. I groaned at the feel of Orihime’s tits around my dick. It was such a treat to enjoy. My shaft throbbed as she squeezed those breasts tight then worked them up and down, teasing the crown.

“I’m not jealous!” Ruri moaned, her pussy grinding on my mouth. “James loves my little titties. He likes that I’m a petite girl, and not a big-titty whore like you!”

“That’s why he’s so hard between my tits!” Orihime moaned.

“I love you both!” I groaned, squeezing my hands. “Damn, your pussy tastes good Ruri, and your tits, Orihime… I love your big tits!”

“Yes, yes, my pussy does taste good!” Ruri moaned, her desire swelling, eating through her shyness. “Oh, James, you’re making me feel so good. You’re loving my cunt!”

“Mmm, love her cunt while I love your dick, James!” Orihime moaned, sliding her tits up and down my shaft.

Her tongue darted down and licked around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her tongue bathing the head of my cock before her tits slid back up and engulfed my crown. Pleasure shot down my shaft. Her tits slid down and her tongue fluttered against my dick again.

My balls tightened at the delicious thrill. I feasted on Ruri’s snatch, my tongue fluttering through her folds, caressing her hot labia. I brushed her clit as she squirmed on my face. Her moans echoed, her pleasure building just like mine was.

“Mmm, such a lovely cock,” Orihime said, an almost sing-song quality to her voice. She hummed then licked my dick. “Don’t you think, Ruri.”

“Yes, yes, a pretty cock!” moaned Ruri. “Oh, James, that’s my clit! I love it when you play with my clit!”

“Someone’s going to cum!” Orihime moaned, her tit squeezing about my dick.

“Uh-huh!” Ruri moaned. “James is just so good at pussy licking. He always makes me feel good.”

My ego surging in delight, I sucked on her clit, my nose pressing into her labia. Her juices smelled amazing. I nursed on her bud. I nibbled with my lips on her sensitive nub between my sucks. Her spicy juices filled my mouth. Her cream ran across my cheeks. Her musk filled my nose.

Such a heady scent.

“James!” Ruri moaned, her thighs flexing beneath my grip. “Oh, James, I love you!”

Her juices flooded out of her pussy. That wonderful gush of her passion. She bathed my face with her orgasmic delight. I loved it. I drank down that spicy flood. My dick throbbed between Orihime’s tits, the pressure building as she worked those lush breasts up and down my cock.

Her tongue caressed me while Ruri moaned. I fluttered my tongue through her slit. I caressed her. I teased her. I loved her. I nibbled on her bud as she squeaked through her pleasure. She squirmed and moaned as I kept feasting on her.

Kept giving her pleasure.

“Oh, James, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, James, that’s wonderful. Your mouth feels incredible on me! It’s just such a treat! I love it! Your tongue is lapping at me. You’re teasing me. Oh, James, yes, yes, yes!”

I sucked on her clit with all my might. I nibbled on her bud. I had her trembling and gasping as her pleasure shot through her. Her juices kept flowing. It was just a delicious treat to enjoy. Her cream poured in my mouth.

“James!” Ruri gasped.

“Mmm, he’s just driving you wild,” Orihime said, working her tits faster and faster.

“Uh-huh!” Ruri moaned. “So good! He’s licking my pussy! He’s making me feel incredible. I keep cumming! I love you, James!”

“Yes, yes, that’s so hot!” Orihime moaned, her tits squeezing around my dick. She flicked her tongue out, caressing the tip.

The pressure swelled. My balls tightened. My cum boiled over. I groaned as my jizz erupted. My cock throbbed between her tits. My spunk fired out of me. I couldn’t see it, but I knew my cum was splashing on Orihime’s face. Was spilling over her tits. Pearly lines that coated her.

My toes curled. I growled my pleasure into Ruri’s cumming pussy. She squirmed on my face while the pleasure slammed through my mind. Sparks burst across my eyes. It lit up the darkness of Ruri’s skirt as my dick fired my final blast of cum.

“Oh, James, you coated me in spunk!” Orihime moaned. “Mmm, lovely, yummy spunk.”

Her tits slipped from around my cock. I heard licking, sucking, picturing Orihime lapping my jizz off her breasts. It was such a naughty sight to imagine. Ruri’s squirming slowed. Her juices weren’t gushing any longer. She was coming down from her own orgasm.

I had two beautiful women I created. I had such powers. I loved being a god.

I was going to have fun with my girlfriends while my sisters celebrated Mom’s return.

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Becky Davis

Mom shook me awake. I groaned, blinking, seeing her face before mine. I was stretched across the foot of my parents’ bed. I’d fallen asleep curled up with Sam here last night. It was dark in the room. I noticed the clock. It was almost 5:30 AM, Tuesday morning. Nearly time to start getting up. Sam had abandoned me to curl up against Dad’s side, nestled against him like a little squirrel curled up for winter hibernation.

“Mom?” I said, voice soft. The blanket over me slipped off as I sat up.

“Want to wake up your father?” she asked, a naughty grin sliding across her lips.

“Oh?” I frowned. Confusion swept through me. “You could have just shaken him awake.”

“No, no, we’re going to do it naughtily,” she said. She hefted her large boobs. I had inherited those same big tits. “A double titty fuck.”

I blinked. “That’s a thing?”

“You have much to learn from your mother,” she said and winked at me.

A naughty thrill ran through me. I nodded my head. She was so cool. I wanted to be like her.

Mom peeled back the blanket covering Dad and Sam. My little sister had her body wrapped tight about him, legs and all, her right thigh thrust over Daddy’s stomach. It was such a cute sight to see. She looked so adorable sleeping like that.

Daddy’s cock was hard. It thrust up from his groin. Mom shifted around on his right side while I moved on his left, stretching out on my belly, my legs dangling off the side of the bed. I hefted my breasts and placed them around Daddy’s cock. We sandwiched his dick between us, our tits squeezing together.

I groaned, feeling my mother’s hard nipples poking against mine. A naughty tingle raced through me. Mom’s green eyes shone in the dim light in the room. Her brassy hair fell in a tousled mess around her face.

She kissed me, her lips melting on mine. An incestuous thrill shot through me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as her lips moved against mine. I squeezed my tits together and worked our tits up and down Daddy’s cock as we loved each other.

Daddy groaned.

He shifted.

I shuddered, my nipples throbbing against Mom’s, my tongue dancing with hers. This was so wicked. My pussy grew hotter and hotter between my thighs as we woke up Daddy in style. He shifted, his legs moving. I caught his toes curling out of the corner of my eyes.

He was coming awake. I moaned into Mom’s lips, loving this. Her tits felt so soft against mine and Dad’s dick was so hard between us. He groaned again. He shifted. Then I felt his eyes on me as we worked our tits and up and down his dick.

We pumped them faster. I was eager to please him. To have his cum firing between us. It was just a delicious treat. I shuddered as the heat built in me. It was such a naughty treat to give him this. Joy surged through me, drowning out the pain in my heart.

“Well… this is a sight,” Dad groaned.

Mom broke the kiss to glance up at him. “Morning, honey. Thought you needed to wake up in style.”

“Mmm, yes,” I said, squeezing my breasts, my hips wiggling. My pussy was on fire right now. It was just a delicious treat. Juices coated my thighs. I rubbed my thighs. I squeezed them tight, my clit throbbing. “Morning, daddy.”

Sam stirred. Her head shifted. She lay on Daddy’s chest, her eyes fluttering open. Her face scrunched up for a moment as she blinked. Then a naughty grin spread across her lips. She held Daddy tighter and let out a purring sound.

“Ooh, you and Mom are getting naughty, Becky,” she said, her short, red hair, framing her face.

“Yes, we are,” Mom said. “With you two minxes around, I have to remind your father why he married me.”

Sam giggled. I didn’t think Mom had anything to worry about, she was so sexy. Her tits were amazing, her nipples so hard against mine. Daddy’s cock twitched between our tits as we worked them up and down his dick.

He groaned as we pleased him. We massaged him with our tits. His chest rose and fell, Sam’s head moving with him. She had such a wicked grin on her face, her elfin features full of glee. I grinned at her, a rush of exhilaration shooting through me.

“You two are spoiling me,” groaned Dad.

“Mmm, and I wonder why we want to do that,” Mom said, giving him a sly look.”

Dad glanced at the nightstand for a moment. Something almost like guilt flashed across his face. Then he groaned as our tits caressed his cock. His features twisted with pleasure as he groaned again, holding Sam tight against him.

His dick felt hotter and hotter between our tits. His precum flowed. It coated his shaft, slicking our tits. It felt so wild. My digits squeezed into my breasts soft flesh. The tingles from my nipples rippled down to my pussy. My breasts felt alive, drinking in the feel of Mom’s boobs and Dad’s cock.

“Damn, I’m not going to last much longer!” Dad groaned.

“Good!” I moaned, a big grin flashing across my lips. “Ooh, Daddy, you have to cum on our tits!”

“Yes!” Sam purred. “Then I get to enjoy licking up all that yummy cum.”

Daddy groaned. His face twisted with delight. I could feel it coming. I stared down at his dick, the tip popping out from between our pillowy tits. It was dark-red and swollen. More precum flowed. Then he let out a groan.

White cum fountained from his dick. The salty, frothy treat splashed across my face. More landed on Mom’s features. I opened my mouth, catching more of the jizz on my tongue, the salty flavor melting across my tongue. Pearly drops rained across my tits, falling from our faces as Daddy’s dick twitched and throbbed.

He fired more and more, coating us. He basted us in his passion. I shuddered in delight, my fingers digging into my tits, my pussy feeling so wonderfully juicy. More cum landed in my mouth. I closed it, savoring it, swirling it around as Daddy’s cum spilled over my tits.

“Oh, yum!” Sam moaned, sitting up.

My little sister darted in. Her tongue lapped up the cum from Mom’s tit to mine. I groaned at the feel of her eager hunger. I caught Mom’s green eyes, her face splattered in cum, looking as dirty as mine felt.

The pang in my heart swelled. I had messed up everything with my best friend, Tonya, on Sunday. She didn’t speak to me at all the day before other than our awkward encounter at the locker. I didn’t mean to break up our friendship by seducing her. I just wanted to be like Mom.

Then Sam’s tongue flitted across my cheek to my lips, shoving a cum-laden tongue into my mouth. My sister’s eagerness pressed down that pain. I closed my eyes, trembling on the bed, not sure what to do about Tonya.

It was so hard to think with my little’s sister’s tongue swirling cum around inside my mouth.

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Steve Davies

I was still buzzing from that wonderful orgasm hours later as I sat in my English class. My students were writing an essay. Nikkole, that delicious cheerleader, sat in the second row, looking even hotter than ever. I had my phone before me. I could tap that icon and make it happen.

“Thinking about editing Nikkole,” I typed on my phone then sent the text to my wife. I glanced at those blonde locks highlighted with red.

“Pervy teacher,” she sent back almost immediately. “Maybe this will help distract you.”

I frowned and then a pic came through, loading on my phone’s screen. It was my wife in one of Becky’s spare school uniforms, the gray, pleated skirts swirling about her thighs, the white blouse cupping my wife’s tits. The gray tie fell between them, her nipples hard. It was clear she had no bra.

My dick throbbed.

The next shot was her lifting up the front of her skirt, showing off her brassy bush hiding her pussy.

“You were ready with that?” I texted her.

“Pervy teachers are easy to anticipate,” she said with a winky emoji. “So if you need a naughty schoolgirl to look at, well, how’s this?” A pic of her, taken over her shoulder from the mirror’s reflection, half-bent over appeared. The skirt was just rising up enough to show off the bottom swell of her ass.

My dick was so hard. And Nikkole was right there.

“You’re not making this easier. You’re making me want to turn Nikkole into my slut.”

“Oh, darn,” she said and ended it with a pair of kissing lips emoji. “Now I have to get ready for work. So enjoy the pics and the hotties.”

“Good thing I have my meeting with Kyleigh,” I sent, my dick aching. My eyes glanced to the girl I transformed into a hottie sitting up front, her blouse half-unbuttoned to show off those lush and beautiful tits of hers.

Class soon ended and I had one satisfying meeting with Kyleigh. I was in the mood for a titty fuck to start it off, then I fucked her bent over my desk. It was a necessity because my cum was coating her tits and dripping from her lush mounds. I pounded her hard. When I finished, she wiped her boobs clean then was off to take care of President Atterberry while I was satiated which kept me from ogling my students.

It was hard. I was staring at Róis, that Irish redhead, in my second class. She was sitting by Ji-Woo, a cute, Korean beauty. Such wicked thoughts popped into my mind. If I had two edits on my phone, they could put on a naughty display of lesbian, schoolgirl passion. Slowly stripping off their uniforms…

I glanced at my phone. The editing icon was right there.

The next class had Pratima, a cute, Indian girl with dark-red skin; Dotty, a busty redhead that reminded me of my daughter, Becky; and Tessa, an athletic girl who was a star of the girl’s basketball team.

The power I had…

When I wasn’t ogling girls and fighting temptation, I was checking my phone on any news from city hall. They had to be there making decisions, improving the town. I was eager to find out in what way. It would be incredible to see.

At lunch, I headed to the faculty breakroom. I spotted my friend Bob, who taught computer science. He was sitting beside his new girlfriend, Taylor. I had edited her to be more forward to him. They were both into each other, but Bob thought she was out of his league, and Taylor was waiting for him to ask her out. Since he hadn’t, she wasn’t sure he was into her.

They had two dates over the weekend. Looked like things were going great for them. It was one of the good things I’d done with my power. Not selfish at all. Just like with editing the leaders of my town. Positive things to balance out my selfishness. I should save my last edit for that.

But Nikkole… My own cheerleader slut…

When the mayor has done some good, I thought. Then you’ll have earned it.

I was just finishing my ham and cheese sandwich when I saw an update on our local paper website, the Rainier Herald. It was a brief announcement saying Mayor Wright was hosting a press conference this afternoon at 4:30, changing the town’s policy on the growing homeless problem spilling out of Seattle.

I grinned in delight. Sent my wife a text, “Looked like editing the mayor and the city council worked. I’ll be late for dinner. Want to be there at the press conference for the announcement.”

Looked like I’d earned that cheerleader.

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James Davies

Seth sat down across from me, his lunch tray covered in today’s cafeteria meal, enchiladas drizzled in a green hot sauce. The spicy scent filled my nose. I had my own, while Ruri and Orihime were both eating salads.

“So, how was Rei?” I asked my favorite friend.

“A wildcat in bed,” said Seth, a huge grin on his face. “She’s not so cold once you thaw her.”

“I know a certain girl like that,” Orihime said before stabbing her fork into her crispy salad.

Ruri muttered on the other side of me.

“She just burns when you get her going,” Orihime continued.

“I do not!” Ruri snapped. “Idiot!”

Orihime giggled.

Seth shook his head. “Your powers are incredible. Rei was perfect. Just what I always imagined, especially once I got her out of the suit. Just perfect.”

“Good, good,” I said, nodding my head. “You didn’t bring her with you?”

Seth shrugged. “She doesn’t need college. She’s smart enough as is.” Seth leaned closer, his blue eyes looked intense. “How do you do it? How do you bring them to life.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “What sort of being has the power to create life?”

“A god?” Seth said, something like awe in his voice.

This exhilarating rush surged through me. I wanted to boast, to gloat, but, instead, I went with the modest route. “Maybe.”

“Damn,” Seth said. He leaned back, shaking his head. “That’s incredible. What can we do with it?”

I frowned. “I’ve been thinking about it. I can make people, that’s about it.”

“Yeah, I know,” Seth said. “That’s got to be perfect. We need to discuss it.”

I looked around the cafeteria. “Not here.”

“Right, right,” Seth said. “Why don’t you come by to my place after classes. I’m sure Rei would like to hang out with your girls.”

“Oh, sure,” Orihime said. “Ruri likes meeting uptight girls like her.”

“Idiot,” muttered Ruri beneath her breath.

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Linda Davies

“You can take your break,” Dr. Darzi said, peeking in. He was a Persian with dark skin and hair, slender and spoke with a British accent.

“Oh?” I asked as I finished changing the paper on the exam table. I was at my volunteer job at the Rainier Free Clinic. I had quit working as a full-time nurse, but I still came in twice a week to help out here and stay busy. “Mine’s not for another hour.”

“Your daughter’s here,” Dr. Darzi said. “She looks a little… well…”

“Oh,” I said, blinking in shock. “Sure, sure, can you send her in here. Thanks, Dr. Darzi.”

He nodded his head and flashed me a smile, his teeth white against his dark lips.

I frowned as he left, wondering what Sam could be doing here. It was lunchtime at Rainier Christian, so I guess it was okay that she left campus. It wasn’t that far away. And if she was late, I’d just write her a note. It must be important if she skipped class.

The door creaked open and it wasn’t Sam that slipped in. My eldest daughter sidled in, her head lowered, her body scrunched in on itself. She wore her school uniform, the mate to the one I put on for fun this morning to take some sexy photos for my husband and tease him all day while he was teaching his college courses. On Becky, it looked so plain right now.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked, shocked Becky would leave campus. A ripple shot through my stomach. What if she was regretting the incestuous fun with the family? What if Steve didn’t do a good enough job editing her? He couldn’t modify her again. She was copy-protected or something.

“It’s…” Becky squirmed, her braid swaying down her back. “I…”

I took her hands and drew her deeper into the exam room. My thumbs massaged the back of her hands as I gave her my best, motherly smile. Despite knowing Becky intimately as a lover, I was still the woman who birthed her.

“You can tell me, honey,” I said. “I won’t be mad or anything.”

Becky shifted.

“I was a twenty-year-old girl once, believe it or not,” I added. “I know how things are. You don’t have to be so afraid. I’ll understand.”

“It’s… Tonya,” she said, looking up at me. Her green eyes were raw. “I… I messed things up with her, Mommy!”

She flew at me, her arms going around me, holding me tight. I gasped in shock at the feel of her breasts against me, remembering how naughty things got this morning between us. A wave of heat rippled through me as my arms went around her, holding my daughter tight.

“What did you do with Tonya?” I asked.

She clutched to me, her face pressed into my neck. “I… I… ate out her pussy!” she blurted out, her tears wetting my neck. “And now… Now she hates me!”

I blinked at that. “You… ate out her pussy?”

“Since Sam and I had… you know…”

“Had sex?”

She nodded and then shook as her emotions wracked her body. “Well… I saw Tonya on Sunday… And… And… I was thinking about you… How you liked to seduce… and… and… I thought… I would show her… but… She didn’t like it… Now she hates me!”

“Oh, honey,” I said, holding her tight. “I’ll talk to your father. He’ll fix things between you and your friend. You’ll see.”

“How can he do that?” she asked, pulling her head away, her eyes raw and vulnerable, swimming with pain.

I had to comfort her. I had to love my daughter. Things were so different now. I had new ways to love her. My lips kissed her. She froze as she felt my mouth on hers, my lips moving with hunger. It was no motherly kiss.

It was a lover’s.

My tongue thrust into her mouth as my hands slid down to grab her ass through her schoolgirl skirt. I pulled her tight against me, my nipples hardening beneath my pink scrubs and aching in my bra. My pussy went molten, soaking my thong.

She shuddered, then she moaned into the kiss. There was such hungering it. A frantic need that had me trembling in delight. Then our hands were tearing at each other’s clothing. This hot heat swelled between us. My daughter needed love and affection.

And I needed to give it to her.

I pushed her down on the exam table, the paper crinkling beneath her. I attacked the buttons of her blouse, opening it up, revealing her tits in her light-gray bra. She was shoving down my scrub bottoms. They fell down to my white flats. I stepped out of them, not even bothering to take off my shoes.

Then I was on top of my daughter, straddling her face. My hands yanked up her gray skirt. She had satin panties on, gray and delicious. Some of her dark-red pubic hair peeked out the leg holes. I seized the waistband, yanking her panties down her thighs until they bunched up around her knees.

“Mom!” she moaned as her fingers ripped my thong to the side, exposing my pussy, my juices soaking my bush. “Can Dad really help?”

“He’ll… counsel her!” I moaned, frantic with need to eat my daughter’s pussy. To revel in this incestuous moment. I would make her feel like a million bucks. “Trust me! Your daddy can work miracles!”

“Thank you, Mommy!” she moaned.

I shuddered at how wrong that was to hear from my daughter right before she pulled me down to feast on my cunt. I groaned as her tongue danced through my folds. She teased me. Her tongue fluttered through my labia, feasting on me, sending waves of delight rippling through my body.

I buried my face between her thighs, my brassy hair spilling over her ivory legs. I left her panties bunched around her knees. Her legs could open wide enough for my head to fit between them. I hungered for her. For this forbidden treat.

I created this wonderful girl with my husband’s help.

It was so wonderfully warm between her thighs. Her spicy musk filled my nose, so similar to my own scent. I nuzzled my lips into her wet bush. They caressed me. Her silky strands brushed my cheeks, making me squirm and groan.

I licked and lapped at her delight. I fluttered my tongue through her, caressing her, driving her wild as I collected all those wonderful juices spilling out of her. She squirmed beneath me, her fingers squeezing into my rump, my thong buried between my butt-cheeks.

Her tongue buried into my snatch. I did the same to hers. I plundered my daughter’s juicy hole, swirling through her spicy depths. My nipples ached in my bra, my tits piled against her stomach. I wished I was naked.

But there was no time.

We were in a clinic. This room shouldn’t be used, but…

My coworkers could walk in. Dr. Darzi could enter and find me eating out my nubile daughter. This was incredible. It was such a heady rush to be doing this. I groaned, my tongue fluttering through her folds, savoring it.

If I was caught, Steve would have to edit reality. He’d have to use his power to get us out of trouble. I squirmed in delight, grinding my pussy on her face as I feasted on her. A heady rush shot through me.

My husband could do anything. And he wanted my help. I could guide him. Oh, the wicked things we could do.

“Mommy!” squealed my daughter, her thighs squeezing against my ears.

“My sweet Becky!” I moaned between plunges of my tongue into her juicy snatch.

The exam table groaned and paper crinkled as we squirmed. My tongue fluttered through her folds, teasing her, lapping up all her wonderful, spicy cream. I loved eating out my daughter. I loved devouring every drop of her juicy treat. It sent a dizzying rush through me.

I was committing incest with my daughter.

I loved this. I never wanted to give this up. I didn’t care that my husband had edited things so I found this acceptable. It was my reality now. He had changed my life so I found this exciting. I ate my daughter with such a frantic heat, the pleasure building and building in me. It was carrying me towards that titanic explosion.

I sucked on her labia.

Her tongue fluttered through my folds.

I nibbled on her clit.

Her fingers dug into my rump.

We gave each other pleasure. We crossed that forbidden line that no mother and daughter should ever do. It was glorious. We loved each other with frantic hunger. Her juices soaked my lips and tongue. I drank them down as she whimpered into my snatch.

The incestuous rush had me squirming and groaning, my pussy grinding against my daughter’s hungry lips. My orgasms swelled. Everything she did to my pussy fed that growing pressure into the core of my femininity. Her tongue caressed me. She brushed my clit.

She loved me.

“Becky!” I whimpered.

“Mommy!” she groaned, the table shuddering beneath us.

I buried my tongue into her depths, swirling around in her. I scooped out her spicy cream, savoring it. She found my clit, nursing on it like she had my nipple as a baby. My eyes squeezed shut, the wicked passion swelling and swelling in me.

My fingers found her pussy lips. I stroked her as I sucked on her clit. I jammed my digits into her cunt. She moaned around my bud. Her humming pleasure assaulted my clit. Sparks burst inside of me. I nipped her little nodule.

She squealed.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

I made my daughter cum.

My orgasm burst inside of me.

I was such a wicked mother. My cunt writhed while her pussy spasmed about my digits. My juices flowed out of me. I lapped up the spicy cream spilling out of her. We gasped and moaned and shuddered together, holding each other.

Loving each other.

Stars burst through my vision. Paper crinkled as she shuddered beneath me. The exam table shook. I didn’t care. My blood screamed through my veins, carrying the rapture to every bit of my body. Stars burst across my eyes as we loved each other.

We shared our taboo passion. It was wondrous. I made my daughter feel better by eating her pussy. It was so deliciously wrong. Just thinking that swelled my pleasure and lifted me to heights of rapture that I never wanted to leave. I soared through dizzying skies on winds of ecstasy.

“Mommy!” she whimpered between licks of my hot pussy.

“My sweet Becky!” I moaned. “Oh, my darling Becky, yes!”

I shuddered, panting. I rested my face on her thighs, my body squirming, buzzing from my orgasm. The pleasure died down to this wonderful tremble. I felt so satiated. I just wanted to cuddle with her, to hold her.

I turned around and did just that. I settled down on her, kissing my daughter’s pussy-stained lips. Our spicy musks, so similar and yet mine was stronger and hers was fresher, mixed together as we loved each other.

“It’ll be okay,” I promised her. “Trust me. Your daddy can fix anything.”

“He’s amazing,” Becky said, her green eyes shining with that love.

Did my own eyes look like that when I thought about Steve? I bet they did. I kissed her again, drunk on her. I was eager to strip her naked and make gentle love to her this time, not that frantic, wild, wonderful pussy-licking we just did.

The sounds of talking bled through the walls. A door opened and closed.

I broke the kiss. “You need to get dressed and get back to your college.”

She nodded, a bright smile on her face. “I believe you. Daddy will fix her.”

“Ye, he will.”

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Steve Davies

I sat in the time-paused city council chamber, examining Becky’s friend, Tonya, seeing how I could edit her to patch things up with my daughter. My wife suggested I use my last edit on the day to fix them. A quick glance through her profile showed that she was hung up on her Christianity. She liked what they did, but at the same time, she believed it was wrong. It had put her in a crisis of faith.

I would have to tweak her guilt over the lesbian sex. I wrote down on a notepad sitting on my leg while Anael hummed to my left. She was sitting on a woman’s lap, kissing at her face. The angel was a horny thing.

“Make Tonya want to have sex with you, too,” said Anael. “Your daughter would totally make her friend into your slut.”

“Tonya has zero interest in me. She’s got a crush on Matthew Tollemache.”

Anael rolled her eyes. “Easy to fix.”

I ignored her. I couldn’t make every girl in the world, or even at my college, into my slut. It wasn’t right. I would just tweak her morality. Change her belief so that she came to the idea that lesbian sex was fine through prayer. That while talking with God, she would get a sense of peace and fulfillment from what she did with my daughter. I moved her sexuality so she was closer to the middle, but still mostly heterosexual. She would see her time with Becky as something friends did.

A fun way to pass time.

I studied my notes. Nodding my head in satisfaction, I committed the changes, fixed my daughter’s friend, then I closed the app. Sound leaped around me, the room full of talking. People waited for this new announcement from our mayor and the city council.

The woman Anael had been perched on turned and whispered to the man she sat beside. She had no idea an angel had been kissing her.

The city council and Mayor Preston Wright stepped in. The three council members took a seat at a table up front while Mayor Wright went to the podium at the center. It had the look of most city council rooms, walls covered in various government-sponsored posters about this or that issue. A table in the back with some flyers on it. Cheap, uncomfortable chairs set out for the citizens. There was a microphone set up at the front of the audience seats for questions.

“Good afternoon,” Mayor Wright said, a big smile on his grandfatherly face. His bushy eyebrows twitched. “We have made a momentous decision for the town. We have been talking, and we have been handling this homeless problem wrong.”

I nodded my head, a big smile crossing my lips. Tomorrow, I was editing Nikkole.

“There are so many homeless that need help in Rainier and the rest of King County,” the mayor said. “Our town could be doing more. Much more. We are going to be building housing for them all. A shelter where they can get off the street. They’ll have a cafeteria where they’ll be served high-quality, organic food. We won’t cut any corners of this project.”

“Sounds expensive,” muttered a woman.

“We are in talks with the city architects on how to design the estimated 1,000 units to house the homeless. We’ll have to use some eminent domain to get the land, and we’ll decide where to do that next, but we’re going to do some real changes. And more. We’re going to help everyone in Rainier.”

“How are you paying for that, Preston?” an old guy called, his gray hair falling in long wisps around his bald spot.

“We are implementing a property tax,” Mayor Wright said, a big smile on his lips. “I know you’re all eager to do your fair share to help out our town. “23% across the board, due in a month. I am sure you—”

The shouting began all at once. My eyes bulged. 23% property tax?

“People, people!” the mayor shouted over the angry roars. “It’s already voted on. We’re going to make Rainier into a homeless paradise. Don’t you want to help? Don’t you want to be good citizens for our community?”

“Shit,” I muttered. I pushed them too far.

To be continued…

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I was in high school and had some fun things happen, but then I fell in love with one of my teachers.

Hello everyone, I am recovering from surgery at home and have lots of time right now, so here is something I read in the journal I kept, thought you may like it.

I was very buxom, very developed and very horny as a 18 year old young woman could be. My car was in the shop and Mommy dropped me off at school a lot. I was very very open about my sexuality and most of my adventures and so, Ms. Betts (yes her real name) was in one class I took for my last year. She taught life skills and college prep. She was cute so that I almost died when I first saw her. 5’8″, and a lovely buxom figure that was a perfect hour glass figure. She was balanced on top and bottom and had thick black hair down to her mid-back. I stared at her and could not take my eys off of her and she noticed sine I did not try to hide my looking at her. She usually smiled back at me and I melted when she did.

I decided that I would see if she were really interested or if she spoke to me so much just because she was kind. I wore a pastel wrap around skirt on day and a thong. I had a button up blouse the same color that was a little too tight and a very transparent bra that let my hard nipples show off. I had the class next to last period and Ms. Betts stared at me the whole hour. I smiled when she was looking at me and stuck my chest out to show off my erect nipples that stayed hard all hour. I was soaking wet and after class she asked me to come back after last period and I had a shiver go all over my body. “Of course I will Ms. Betts.” I told her. She looked at me and said in a very low sexy voice, “I hope so.” and I left. The last hour was lost cause all I could think of was Ms. Betts. I undressed her all hour in my mind and knew what I would do when I saw her.

Finally the last bell rang and I almost ran to her room. She was waiting at the door and asked me to come in and close the door behind me. I did and as I did I undid the top two buttons of my blouse. I had taken off my thong before and so I actually had juices dripping down my legs. She had a small office off the classroom and she motioned me to go in and I sat down in the chair offered to me. I sat and was waiting for whatever was going to happen. I was nervous and hoped that I was right on how she was going to act. She pulled a chair to the side of he desk a couple feet from me and faced me sitting down. She had a dress on, light blue and buttoned up all the way from the hem to the neck. The top three buttons were undone and then I saw that the buttons from the hem at the bottom were undone all the way up to a couple inches below her pussy. She sat facing me and crossed her legs making her dress fall open but still very little was visible except her wonderful legs. I felt my hand go to the buttons on my blouse and another button was undone, now to below my bra. She was smiling and I sat up and leaned forward. “Well, Ms. Betts, why did you want to see me?” I said boldly. She smiled and said, “Oh, I think that you know very well. You have been showing off since you came into class and I need to ask if you are doing it for my benefit or the horny boys in the class.” I moved and my skirt fell open and I sat back reclining some in the chair. “Well, since you asked, I have been showing off only for you even if others have gotten something from it.” I said. “And what did you hope to accomplish?” she asked me. My legs came apart and now the skirt fell open exposing my clean shaved and very wet pussy. “I hope we can get to know more of each other, a lot more.” I said.

She stood and her dress was suddenly unbuttoned and fell to the floor. She reached around and freed her wonderful 38DDD breasts that had such perfect hard nipples now uncovered. Her panties slid down and she kicked them aside. Slowly she knelt between my spread legs and began kissing them on the inside working her way from the knees to my lovely “Y” that was waiting and already dripping wet. “Oh we are excited aren’t we?” she said and then her teeth began biting my pussy lips and clit softly. My hips jumped each time she touched my pussy. She stood and took my hands and stood me up and undressed me and tossed the clothes on the floor with her dress. Her desk had several items on it, dildos and clips and such. She had laid a soft cushion on he floor and led me to it laying me down. She laid with me sucking my nipples and fingering my pussy, teasing my hard clit. Over and over she teased my nipples and clit and stopped just as I was going to have a wonderful orgasm. She stopped and stood and lowered her pussy over my face and told me to lick her till she said to stop. “Oh, I can lick much longer than that.” I said and her pussy covered my face. Her taste was mind numbing and I could not get enough. She did not touch me at all but kept looking as if she was going to. Suddenly she sprayed my face and kept soaking it, my face and hair and all over my neck was soaking wet with her juices. She finished and then stood and reached down, grabbing my nipples and pulling telling me to get up. I did and then she kissed me all over the face and chest, licking her juices off of me everywhere she could find it. Then she was biting my nipples hard and her teeth made me moan as I felt my pussy gushing with orgasms. “Oh, we like some pain do we?” she laughed and I told her, “Oh yes, yes, very much so.” She began sucking and biting and then her mouth was on my tummy and her fingers sank hard into my pussy. “Oh fuck yes.” I moaned and arched my hips and sprayed her hand. “Oh more, harder, deeper. Fist me, please fist me.” I was moaning and she pushed her hand deep inside my pussy. She began ramming hard and all the way in as she was biting and kissing me all over.

Suddenly we were in a 69 again and eating each other like animals and spraying all over each other’s face and hair and the scent of sex was overwhelming in her office. We finished and then she got up, panting and I laid there waiting for more. She got up and pulled a small tray about 4 inches deep and 12 inches by 12 inches. She got a pillow and told me to rest my neck on it with my head over the pan. “You may want to close your eyes dear and open your mouth, I have to pee so bad.” she said and as I did a stream of her piss began flowing, most into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could. The taste made me shiver with at least two orgasms as she moaned and pissed. She finished and kissed me deep and hard. After this she spread my legs and straddled my, pussy to pussy and began grinding hard against me and more orgasms came for both of us. Somehow, we both fell asleep. It was late that evening and dark and we woke and dressed without cleaning up at all. She drove me home and we kissed in the car outside the front of my house and I finally got out, my blouse open, no bra and panties and my skirt blowing open in the breeze. “See you tomorrow” she said very sexy. “Will that be all you will do? See me?” I asked her. “Well, this weekend a hotel sounds nice.” she said. “Why not just come over and stay here in my house all weekend?” I said. “That sounds even better.” she said and she drove off. The rest of the year we were “an item” as they say. Everyone knew but no one said anything at all about it.”

See you all later,
love
sue

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Becky gets a midnight surprise when her mother’s lover slips into the bedroom.

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Five: Midnight Surprise

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Steve Davies

My wife quivered beside me as the app had its three charges back. I had things to take care of. After enjoying Yumiko Itou with my wife in the nurse’s office, I had vowed to help the pregnant girl. Her parents would not be thrilled that their daughter was pregnant. They were a conservative family, like many who sent their children to Rainier Christian College.

The world froze. My daughter and her three friends, sprawled across the living room naked and smeared in pussy juices and cum, paused along with my wife. A sweep of Linda’s hair froze in an impossible to hold position, thrusting out from the side of her.

Anael appeared before me, the angel grinning at me. She was a naughty thing, her purple eyes gleaming. Her blonde hair tumbled about her face while her small breasts quivered. She straddled me, smearing her shaved, hot pussy against my thigh, caressing me.

“Mmm, what are you up to, Steve?” she asked. “The moment it went midnight, you are eager to change reality.”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s… intoxicating. I like it.”

“Who doesn’t like power?” She grabbed my cock. Despite how much fucking I’d enjoying during the orgy, I could always enjoy more. The Most High edited me to have such stamina. She pumped her fist up and down me as I opened up the search bar.

I typed with one hand as Anael pressed tight against me. I held my phone to the side, her small breasts rubbing against my chest. Her nipples caressed me as she rose her hips, guiding my cock to her pussy. She pressed her vulva against my tip. She rubbed me, teasing me. This wicked heat rippling through me.

I groaned as she slid down my cock. Just as I found Yumiko, Anael bottomed out on me. I click on Yumiko’s menu as the angel’s pussy engulfed my dick to the hilt. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned through clenched teeth as the sleeping girl appeared on my phone. She lay in her bed, sleeping on her side, looking so peaceful. Her black hair spread behind her.

Anael’s pussy squeezed about my cock as I navigated Yumiko’s menus.

Yumiko Itou

• Physical

• Mental

• Spiritual

I clicked the Spiritual Menu and then down to the Relationship Sub-Menu. I blinked to see my name high up in her list. That wasn’t right. She was one of my students, but not one that I had ever had much interaction with. I opened her up and…

“Fuck,” I groaned as Anael worked her pussy up and down my dick.

“Oh, looks like you made an impression when you fucked her,” she purred. “Best sex of her life. Handsome teacher. The potential for a true relationship. She’s liking you more than her boyfriend. That’s great.”

“Just a crush,” I muttered as I went to work, editing her.

• Mr. Davies is a man I want to have sex with, but not a man I love.

• Mr. Davies is a great professor.

• If Mr. Davies wants to have sex with me, I will do it gladly.

• I won’t ever feel guilty for having sex with Mr. Davies.

I switched over to Horatio’s entry, her boyfriend spilling out. She was a little annoyed with him. She didn’t think he was responsible and could be dependable to raise a child with her. I had work to do here. Horatio is the love of my life, I added, my fingers typing slow.

It was hard with a juicy pussy sliding up and down my cock. Anael worked her pussy up and down my dick. She squeezed her snatch around me. She danced her hips, undulating them around. She gasped and moaned, her slamming her snatch down my shaft. Pleasure rippled through me as I worked.

• Horatio is dependable and can take care of my baby and me.

• I want to marry Horatio.

• I will always love Horatio.

“Just playing matchmaker, huh?” purred Anael as she worked her pussy up and down my cock, her small breasts rubbing into me.

“Yeah,” I groaned, backing out of her relationship menu. I headed to her Morality Sub-Menu.

Morality

• Legality

• Outlook

I opened up the Addition Sub-Menu and added:

• It’s not cheating to have sex with Mr. Davies.

“You are such a perv,” Anael moaned, her pussy squeezing around me. “Mmm, another one of your students that you get to fuck, huh?”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “I can’t help it. You’ve corrupted me.”

She nuzzled into my ear, her pussy sliding like hot silk up and down my cock. She licked my lobe then purred, “I just showed you the possibilities. You are the one who is manipulating the app. Making those naughty, young things eager to enjoy you. Naughty, naughty.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick twitching in her pussy. “I am.”

My balls grew tight. It was hard to concentrate with that angelic cunt working up and down my dick. Anael’s pussy squeezed and massaged me as I bucked out of Yumiko. I had her house open to search through. I looked for her parents. I had to survey them. See what issues they would have when they learned she was pregnant.

I found them sleeping in their bed, the mother a mature version of Yumiko. A slender thing lying beside her husband. He was on his back while she lay on her side. I opened up her menu, peering through her thoughts. She was very submissive. She seemed to follow her husband’s lead in anything. If he objected to her daughter’s pregnancy, then so should she. If he accepted it…

Interesting.

I switched over to her father. A quick peek into his morality and his relationship with his daughter showed that he was an uptight man. He wanted his daughter to be perfect. She had to get straight A’s. She had to be valedictorian. She had to become a doctor and make the family proud.

She wasn’t even supposed to have a boyfriend. Despite being nineteen, her parents still controlled her. They didn’t know she was seeing Horatio. He didn’t even like Horatio, seeing the young man as a loser. A slacker who would never amount to anything. I shook my head at that. I went to work on him. I edited away these problems.

Now he liked Horatio. He wouldn’t be so controlling of his daughter. He would be happy that she was pregnant and help her. He would approve of her relationship with Horatio. It wouldn’t bother him at all that she has sex with Horatio.

• Yumiko loves Horatio so it is okay for them to have sex. They are going to get married. It is not a sin with such a commitment, but an expression of their love.

I smiled at that. As a final note, I dove into his health and saw he was in the beginning stage of emphysema. The man smoked. I went to his Physical Menu. I clicked it.

Physical

• Skin

• Head

• Torso

• Arms

• Groin

• Legs

• Nervous System

• Illness

I opened his Nervous System Sub-Menu.

Nervous System

• Brain

• Spinal Column

• Pain Threshold

• Pleasure Threshold

I clicked on his Brain Sub-Menu.

One option was Addiction. I clicked that and edited out his cigarette need. I cleaned up his sickness. The man would never smoke again. That would free up some money, so I moved through to his morality again and added that he would invest that money into his daughter’s future.

He would make sure she had a good life with Horatio.

My dick throbbed the entire time, Anael’s pussy sliding up and down my cock. She worked faster, massaging me as I struggled to focus. My balls drank in the heat of her. This wondrous delight that soaked them.

My balls grew tighter and tighter. Anael’s head shook from side to side as she slammed down my cock. Her pussy gripped me. Her silky sheath massaged me. I groaned, my fingers digging into her rump.

She whimpered and groaned as she rode me. Her soft voice echoing around me as I committed the changes to Yumiko’s father. I shuddered, my dick throbbing as I hit the YES button. It was such a thrill to change someone, even if only a little bit.

I switched over to Horatio, searching for him. It leaped across town and he appeared in bed. He was in the middle of fucking a girl. I blinked at that. I didn’t expect him to be cheating on Yumiko. My face tightened, seeing the blue-haired girl’s face twisted in passion as she stared up past his shoulder, her fingers digging into her back.

He was about to cum in her.

“Oh, that is wicked,” moaned Anael. Her pussy grew hotter around my dick. “Look at him go.”

“Yes,” I groaned. “Wish I checked him first.”

“Regret making Yumiko love him even more now?” asked Anael as she slammed down on me. My dick throbbed in her pussy.

“Yeah, people shouldn’t cheat on each other,” I groaned.

“You arranged for Yumiko to cheat on Horatio with you whenever you want that tight, pregnant pussy of hers,” purred Anael.

“That’s different,” I groaned, my dick throbbing, Anael’s pussy sliding up and down my pussy faster. Her silky sheath gripped me. “She doesn’t think it’s cheating.”

“Guess you have a lot of work to do,” groaned Anael as I opened Horatio’s menu.

“Yes,” I growled, my dick throbbing in Anael’s depths. Her pussy slammed down me, gripping me, that wonderful snatch gripping me.

Her hips wiggled from side to side as I navigated to his Relationship Sub-Menu and opened up Yumiko Itou. I read the list. He liked her. Thought she was fun, but it wasn’t anything deep. She was willing to do things with him, and he was more than willing to take advantage of her.

Not a great guy.

That would change.

I had a lot of work to do. I started typing, my dick aching and throbbing in Anael’s pussy. She cooed in delight, teasing me with that hot twat as I made my additions, rewriting Horatio’s relationship with Yumiko.

• Yumiko is the love of my life.

• I would never cheat on Yumiko.

• I want to be responsible. If I found out she was pregnant, I would happily marry Yumiko.

• I want to take care of Yumiko and marry her one day.

• I want to make a family with Yumiko.

• Yumiko is a beautiful woman. I will always think that.

• It’s not cheating if Yumiko has sex with Mr. Davies, nor will I be bothered if she has sex with him. I know she will always love me.

I found out that the girl was someone called Yurika Misumaru. An infatuation. A dream girl he’d always wanted to enjoy. He was thrilled to fuck her, and apparently paying for the privileged. She was some sort of skank that was selling herself to a horny boy. I shook my head. I deleted the relationship entirely, erasing this casual connection from ever having occurred.

I switched over to his Morality Sub-Menu and found his views on monogamy. Amazingly, he didn’t see what he was doing with the blue-haired girl he was fucking as cheating. I didn’t know the girl, but I didn’t care. She was just a fling, a passing infatuation. I revised his morality.

• Cheating is never okay.

• I would never cheat on my wife or girlfriend.

• I would never cheat on Yumiko.

• A man is faithful.

• A man is hardworking.

• A man takes care of his family.

I made him into a responsible man. I strengthened his love. I felt I had everything ready. I hit the

DO YOU WISH TO DO THIS?

button.

YES

or

NO

appeared.

I confirmed the changes. Reality rippled once again, Anael’s pussy squeezing down on my dick.

On my screen, the image of Horatio fucking the girl blurred away. The distortion obscured everything. When it cleared, he was in bed with Yumiko. I blinked at that. I guess I edited Yumiko’s father enough that he didn’t mind his future son-in-law spending the night.

Yumiko didn’t look as cute. She looked flushed, naked, her breasts exposed by the blanket, her hair tousled. It was clear the two had enjoyed each other before falling asleep. My dick throbbed at the sight of her small breasts.

I remembered playing with those tits with my wife.

“Damn,” I groaned, closing my eyes, enjoying Anael’s pussy now.

She slammed her pussy down my cock, taking every inch of me. I didn’t have any distraction now. My free hand grabbed the angel’s rump. I squeezed her, kneading her ass. She gasped as I slammed her down my cock. Her snatch engulfed my dick. Her moans echoed through the living room.

Her hips wiggled from side to side, her small breasts rubbing against me. She moaned into my ear, her breath warm. Her pussy squeezed around my dick, massaging me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I had changed reality. I had modified Yumiko and Horatio.

“Yes,” I growled, my balls growing tighter and tighter. My dick throbbed in her embrace. Her pussy squeezed around my dick, massaging me. “Goddamn.”

“Just let it out,” moaned Anael. “Give me my reward, too. Ooh, yes, yes. You changed them. You molded reality to your desires! Revel in it!”

“Yes!” I snarled, my fingers digging into her rump. I thrust my hips up as she slammed down my cock.

Flesh slapped into flesh. My balls cracked into her taint. I groaned. The pleasure fired out of me. My cum flooded the angel’s cunt. A drunken euphoria swelled through me. This wild exhilaration that flooded through my body. I grunted, massaging her ass, squeezing her as the pleasure raged through me.

My jizz pumped over and over into her depths. I spilled so much cum into her. I growled out as I filled her to the brim with my spunk. Stars burst across my eyes. Darkness spilled across my vision. I gripped my phone in one hand, her rump in the other.

My cum spilled into her. I gasped. My heart pounded through my veins. My dick pulsed in her as she milked my cock. This passion burned through my body. I groaned as I closed the app, panting, my body buzzing.

“Enjoy,” Anael moaned as she faded.

Reality lurched back into action.

My wife shifted leaning over and… “You shifted. You did something naughty. Look at you, you’re panting.”

“That wicked angel,” I groaned.

My wife ducked her head down. Linda’s auburn hair spilled over my lap as she sucked on the tip of my cock. I gasped, my dick throbbing in her mouth. A spike of pleasure shot through me. My toes curled and my shaft twitched in her mouth.

“Linda?” I groaned.

Her mouth popped off. “Damn, your cock isn’t soaked in pussy juices. I thought I’d taste an angel.”

“I guess she all goes away,” I panted, leaning back against the couch.

“So… you fixed Yumiko?” Linda asked, cuddling against me.

“And her boyfriend. That boy is going to be far more responsible.”

“Good,” she said.

“Now I just have to figure out who made me mayor,” I said.

“We’ll figure it out,” my wife said, resting her head on my shoulder. She yawned.

It was infectious.

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Becky Davies

I was dozing after Tonya made me cum. I was so aroused after eating out her mother. It was such a wicked thing to do. Tonya was out beside me, sleeping on her side, curled up to me. As I drifted through that half-sleep, half-dreams, I thought about Mrs. Alberts.

It was so wicked what we did. I ate her out while her husband snored on only feet away. It was wicked. Something my mother would have done. She was such a naughty lady. I wanted to be like Mom. This last week was so transformative. I felt like a different woman.

I used to be shy, scared of approaching others, but making love with my parents, my sister, Tonya, and now Mrs. Alberts had changed me. Made me eager for more delights. Daddy would always be my man, but I could be like Mom.

I could enjoy any woman out there. Seduce them. Even share them with Daddy if I thought they would understand.

I shuddered. That made me feel naughty. I knew I would have wicked dreams. I was on the verge of falling into slumber in its entirety when the door creaked open. I came awake, my eyes flicking to Mrs. Alberts creeping into the room, her robe open, her naked body flashing beneath. She was a blur to me with my contacts taken out, growing into focus as she sneaked closer.

Her eyes met mine.

Her finger came up to her lips.

I shuddered, swallowing. Tonya was asleep beside me. Like her father, she was a heavy sleeper. I bit my lip, wondering if she was that heavy of a sleeper. And if not, it would still be hot to get caught. Maybe mother and daughter…

I pushed the blankets off our naked body. Mrs. Alberts paused, seeing my large breasts and her daughter cuddled nude beside me. My heart pounded faster. It sounded so loud. My breath quickened while Tonya shifted beside me, making such a cute, mewling sound.

The whisk of the robe sliding of Mrs. Alberts sounded so loud. I swallowed, the MILF baring herself, exposing those round breasts and that delicious body. I licked my lips, my mouth still lingering with the tart flavor of her pussy.

She placed her knee on the bed, shifting her weight to it. The mattress springs creaked. She moved so slow, trying not to jostle her daughter awake. I shuddered as she touched my knees. She pushed my legs apart. She wanted to eat me out.

She had to eat me out. I could feel the lust. This was so wild. I had given her a taste of her fantasy, and now she had a chance to act on it. Her hands caressed my thighs, stroking me as she pushed my legs open wider and wider.

The MILF leaned over, her sandy-blonde hair spilling down her cheeks as she leaned in. I trembled, feeling her daughter against me. Mrs. Alberts lips kissed at my mid-thigh. Her lips were hot. My toes curled. I whimpered, my breasts quivered.

I wanted to cry out. We had to be so quiet.

The MILF smooched up my thigh. Her tongue licked my flesh. Her eyes reflected the moonlight spilling through the window, gleaming with her glassy lust. I twitched on the bed, my body caressing Tonya’s as she slept against me.

Her arm moved. Mrs. Alberts froze as her daughter’s hand came to rest on my belly. I shuddered at the sleeping touch, Tonya’s breath warm on my cheek as she snuggled closer. Her breathing was regular.

This was so exciting. My heart thundered in my chest. My stomach twisted, enhancing the wet ache in my pussy. I burned. I needed the MILF to do such wicked things to me. I wanted her to devour me. To eat me.

Mrs. Alberts kissed higher.

My pussy clenched. The higher she climbed, the more my excitement mounted. Her tongue flicked up my thigh. Then she kissed her. She smooched at my inner thigh. She came closer and closer. My toes curled and relaxed. I wanted to whimper. To groan.

I wanted to moan out in delight.

She was three inches away. Two. One. My eyes fluttered as her tongue flicked into my bush. Her lips nuzzled through my pubic hair. Mrs. Alberts stared up at me. She froze, her lips on the edge of my vulva, just touching my labia.

I stared into her, feeling this trembling energy racing through me. I nodded, encouraging her to take that step.

That final plunge into true lesbian passion.

Her tongue flicked out. She slid it up my slit. I clamped my jaws shut. My back arched. It was so hard not to groan out my pleasure at that slow lick through my pussy folds. She brushed my pussy lips. She grazed my clit. Rapture surged through me. My eyes fluttered.

Tonya kept sleeping beside me, oblivious to the naughty things her mother was doing to my pussy. Mrs. Alberts licked again, her tongue diving deeper, stroking me. My rump clenched. My thighs twitched. The bed creaked as I shuddered.

Mrs. Alberts froze as her daughter shifted again, mewling as she slept. Tonya’s hand slid up my stomach to brush the bottom of my breast. I groaned as she absently grabbed my boob, just holding it as she slept. Her head shifted on my shoulder.

Mrs. Albert’s licked again.

My nose twitched. Such wicked pleasure surged through me. My heart hammered in my chest as the MILF lapped again and again. This wicked pleasure spilled through me. My eyes fluttered as I savored this delicious treat. It was a wild delight.

At any moment, Tonya could wake up. It made this feel incredible. Her mother’s tongue lapping through my folds sent dizzying ripples through my body. The MILF took her time. She savored the flavor of my pussy as she pleasured me.

It was hot.

I wanted to cry out.

Rapture spilled through me. My butt-cheeks clenched as she caressed my folds. Then she nibbled on my labia. My fingers clenched. I shot my hand down. I grabbed the MILF’s hair, holding her as she pleasured me.

She lapped. She fluttered. Her tongue darted through my folds. She brushed my clit. I exhaled through my nose. I ground my teeth, fighting the pleasure. My hips shifted. I squirmed beside my sleeping friend as her mother feasted on me.

Mrs. Alberts jammed her tongue into my pussy.

She nibbled on my labia.

She sucked on my clit.

All these wonderful sensations shot through me. Her tongue was amazing. She feasted on me. I let out a little groan. Tonya squeezed my boob. I shuddered, trying not to buck as the pressure built and built in me.

“Mrs. Alberts,” I whispered, fighting against making such wicked noises.

She latched onto my clit. She sucked hard on my bud. Her hands squeezed my thighs as she nursed. She made these obscene sounds. The pleasure swelled through my pussy, building towards my climax. I couldn’t fight this. It was too incredible.

Darkness washed across my vision. I whimpered. My body wiggled, pressing against Tonya’s. I felt her small breasts on me. Her hand twitched around my tit. She sighed and snuggled against me as she slept.

My orgasm exploded through me.

My body bucked.

The bed creaked.

My boobs jiggled. I whimpered as ecstasy flashed through me. This intense rapture slammed into my mind. It spilled over my thoughts. Waves of bliss inundated my senses. Stars burst across my vision. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me.

I drowned the MILF. I flooded her. I spilled across her mouth. Mrs. Alberts drank down my passion as her daughter slept on oblivious. My teeth ground together as I fought against my moans. It was so incredible.

“Yes!” I moaned. My fingers clenched. “Yes, oh, yes!”

Mrs. Alberts tongue fluttered around my pussy folds. She licked me clean. Her glassy eyes stared up at me as my breasts shook and jiggled. She brushed my clit, sending another shudder rippling through my body.

“Becky,” she whimpered, raising her head. “I… I…”

I smiled at her. “Great. Loved it.”

She nodded her head. She rose, her naked breasts swaying. In the moonlight flooding through the window, I could see the gleam of my pussy juices on her face. I breathed in, inhaling my own tart musk. I trembled as the MILF rose from the bed.

She bent down to pick up her robe as I gasped for breath. I couldn’t believe we got away with it. The MILF leaned over and gave me a kiss. Her lips tasted amazing. My tart delight coated my tongue. It was a delicious treat to taste myself. I shot my hand between her thighs, rubbing her.

She shuddered then broke away. “I think we pushed it enough.”

I winked at her.

She padded naked across the room, her robe clutched in hand. I stared at that cute rump. I shuddered as she slipped through the door and closed it behind her. The latch clicked shut. Her footsteps padded down the hall, fading.

Tonya stirred beside me.

She snuggled up to my face and kissed my cheek. I turned and gave her a kiss on the lips. Her eyes were half-open. She let out a little groan, her eyes shut, and she slipped into sleep. I brushed my nose against hers.

I liked this new life. I had to figure out how to get Tonya and her mother together. That might be hard, but at least she could join me in seducing other women. Like the professors at our college, Ms. Esmeralda…

Maybe I could use religion. If it was okay for us to have sex, it had to be okay for Tonya to have sex with other women. And maybe, after a while, I could lead her to incest. Breach it slow, make her think about her mother in that way.

It would be hot.

I closed my eyes and slipped into naughty dreams.

<p style=”text-align: center;”>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

James Davies

The sucking on my cock drew me out of sleep. I groaned, my eyes fluttering open to stare at an unfamiliar ceiling. It was higher than the one in my bedroom. The bed felt different, like a hotel mattress. I groaned, groggy, struggling to think. I had women sleeping beside me, the busty tits of Orihime on my left, and the small breasts of Ruri on my right.

Neither were sucking on my dick.

It came to me. I was in my room at Dreamgirl Delights, the business I was running with my friend, Seth. I glanced down my body to see dark-blue hair spilling over my stomach, a hue not found naturally unless the girl was created based off a fictitious, Anime character.

Yurika sucked my cock. I wasn’t sure why she was pleasing my dick, or why she was even in my room. I hadn’t ordered her to blow me. Last I saw her, Vin Dexter from my college was taking her upstairs around midnight to enjoy her. However, I didn’t have a problem enjoying the blowjob.

A god had every right to enjoy his creations.

Yurika came from the same series as Ruri, a ditzy, busty girl that Ruri often rolled her eyes at and called idiot.

It was incredible to have Yurika sucking on my cock. She worked her mouth up and down my dick, sucking with such hunger. I groaned, my dick shuddering. I clutched my two girlfriends to me as I enjoyed that hot mouth working up and down my cock.

I savored the warm, suckling pleasure. This delicious delight. Yurika’s hot mouth bobbed up and down my dick, her eyes staring up at me, bright and eager. She had such a cute face, especially with her lips wrapped around my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Mmm, noisy,” Orihime muttered, her big tits pressing into my side. Her orange hair shifted, half-covering her face. “Too early.”

“James,” whimpered Ruri. Her eyes slid open. “What are you…?” Her eyes trailed down to Yurika bobbing her head up and down my dick. “Idiot!”

I grinned at her and then kissed her on the mouth. She froze for a second, but then she melted into my kiss, her lips working against mine as Yurika sucked on my cock. My dick twitched and throbbed in Ruri’s mouth, my balls growing tighter and tighter.

“Mmm, she’s just jealous that Yurika’s sucking your cock,” Orihime purred, her voice slurred. She pressed her head into my neck.

Ruri broke the kiss. “Am not. That slut can suck your cock all she wants.”

I grinned at her. “You are jealous.”

Ruri’s delicate cheeks went scarlet. She shifted against me then rolled her eyes. “Idiots.”

I kissed her again, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as Yurika’s sweet lips brought me closer and closer to my eruption. I slid my hands down both my girlfriend’s supple backs to cup their rumps, Orihime’s plumper than Ruri’s. I squeezed and kneaded them as the pressure in my balls grew.

Yurika possessed skill. Like all the girls I’d created for Dreamgirl Delights, she knew how to please a man. Was eager for it. I focused on that when I created her, drawing her in bold inks on my sketchpad and willing her to life.

Her hands found my balls.

I groaned into the kiss with Ruri as Yurika’s delicate fingers massaged me. My toes curled. Pleasure built and built in me. This wondrous heat that spilled through me. I pressed Ruri and Orihime tight against me, loving the feel of both my girlfriends’ against my flesh.

“Mmm, just enjoy,” purred Orihime. “then let’s go back to sleep. So early.”

Yurika sucked harder. I groaned, breaking the kiss with Ruri. “Damn, Yurika. You want my cum.”

“So does Ruri,” mumbled Orihime.

“She’s welcome to it,” Ruri said even as my fingers slid past her rump, caressing her taint on the way to her hairless pussy. I stroked her juicy lips, grinning at her. She flashed me a dangerous, warning glance as I fingered her dripping twat.

I shoved two fingers into her depths.

Ruri gasped and shuddered. Her pussy clenched around me. I stirred her up, enjoying her squirming as almost as much as Yurika’s hot and hungry mount. But the Anime girl sucking my cock felt incredible. She was too much to ignore.

The pressure built in my balls. They swelled in them. I groaned as my dick throbbed. I was so close to exploding. I groaned through my clenched teeth. The pressure was intense. I squeezed Orihime’s rump and thrust my digits into Ruri’s depths.

Erupted into Yurika’s mouth.

“Damn!” I groaned.

“Mmm, just flood her mouth, James,” slurred Orihime into my neck.

“Yes, yes, flood the slut’s mouth!” Ruri whimpered, her pussy clenching on my fingers.

Pleasure spurted from my cock. Every blast sent those powerful surges through me. I reveled in them. They splashed across my mind. They spilled over my thoughts, drowning me in that bliss. It was incredible to experience.

I loved it.

My heart thundered in my chest. My fingers jammed deep into Ruri’s pussy. I stirred her up as she shuddered against me. She whimpered and trembled, clutching to me as the pleasure burned through my body.

I fired the last of the cum into Yurika’s mouth.

“Damn,” I panted, pumping my fingers in and out of Ruri’s juicy pussy.

Yurika popped her mouth off my dick. “Ooh, that was so yummy, Master!”

Master? That was new. Seth must have started that. I liked it. “You did good. Did you just need a taste?”

“Oh, no, Master Seth sent me in to give you your share of the take. At least the cash portion. A lot of PayPal and credit card transactions were used, too. And someone even paid with some Bitcoin.”

“Okay,” I panted.

“It’s on your desk,” Yurika said, a perky expression on her face. She had a bit of a ditzy look as she hummed and scooped up her clothing, a replication of the uniform she wore, a cute version of a naval officer outfit.

I kept fingering Ruri as Yurika dressed. The girl had such a carefree expression as she left the room. Ruri shuddered beside me, and then she gasped and came. Her pussy writhed about my fingers, caressing me with her passion, soaking me.

After her orgasm passed, I pulled my fingers out of her and rose. I sucked her spicy juices off of me as Orihime groaned and buried her head beneath a pillow. I reached the blue, vinyl deposit bag left on my desk. The type businesses took to the bank. I unzipped it.

Blinked.

There was a wad of twenties in there. Maybe more than a thousand dollars. I sank down on the chair at the desk, my sketchpad beside it, my special Coptic marker ready to be used to ink naughty anime girls to life.

“Damn,” I said. I had no idea what I should do with the money besides buying things.

And what was the point? I could just draw anything I wanted.

I frowned, glancing at the sketch pad. What should a god be doing?

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Becky Davies

I couldn’t help the wicked smile on my lips the next morning as I ate breakfast sitting between mother and daughter. Tonya had no idea I had enjoyed her mother last night, and Mr. Alberts and her little brother, Casey, were oblivious that I had made love to both of the Alberts women.

It was such a naughty thrill. I dove into my breakfast, loving this. I definitely had to ease Tonya into incest. I think her mother was open to it, but Tonya would be a different story. I quivered on the chair as I dug into the French toast.

“Mmm, you always have the best syrup, Mrs. Alberts,” I said to the MILF, loving the way she blushed.

“Thank you, honey,” she said.

“It’s good,” agreed Tonya, oblivious to what had happened late during the night. She had slept through it.

I glanced at Mr. Alberts, sitting at the head of the table while my feet both moved. I parted my legs and brushed the calves of both my lovers. I stroked mother and daughter at the same time, caressing them while they both shuddered beside me.

I should talk to Dad. Maybe he had some ideas. He helped smooth things over with Tonya.

<p style=”text-align: center;”>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve Davies

The weekend was over. The slumber party had gone most of Saturday, leading to a lot more fucking. I had confirmed through the app that all three of my daughter’s friends were pregnant, my sperm finding their eggs.

Linda thought that was hot. I know I didn’t give her this breeding fetish. Examining her in the app showed it was developing all on her own. It triggered something in her that made church the day before positively wicked.

I spent my Sunday charges on doing some cleanup at church. There were a few marriages that were a little rocky, including my wife’s newest lover, Evaline. She was clingy when we first arrived for Sunday service, almost catty with me over my wife. It was clear Evaline had fallen hard for Linda while her husband seemed depressed. They’d been fighting all week, and he had no idea why. So I took care of that infatuation and her jealousy. Evaline would be a lover, but nothing more. She wouldn’t ruin her marriage over it.

And she would be happy to enjoy me, too. So when Linda invited her over to talk, it ended up with the three of us in the bedroom and the Korean wife gasping on my cock, though I had edited her so she couldn’t get pregnant by me.

A provision I planned on adding to any married women.

Next, I dealt with the preacher’s wife. Thanks to Linda seducing Fabiana, it degraded her value in monogamy and she started an affair with Deacon Luke Elder. I corrected both of them. I didn’t like cheating, even if I was editing women to sleep with me without them feeling any guilt.

I know, I was a hypocrite, but I just couldn’t help myself. I had the power to do this, and they wouldn’t form any lasting relationship.

My church feeling stronger, and the reverend looking a little more confident when he took the pulpit, I enjoyed the Sunday service. I was making my community better three changes at a time. I didn’t know what the other editor was doing.

I hadn’t found a hint of his or her activity outside of making me mayor.

I went through girl after girl at my college, especially the popular ones, looking for any of them that had been edited. None were locked saved the few I had enjoyed. I expanded out to the handsome guys. After all, it could be a girl who was in charge looking to hook up with a hunk. Or to make a hunk.

Nothing.

No rooms were edited. I went blurry-eyed scrolling through objects at the school, but couldn’t find anything.

I still had my three Monday charges. I puzzled on what to use them on as I knocked on my son’s room to rouse him. He’d come home last the night before from hanging out with Seth Parish all weekend. I didn’t know what my son, his girlfriends, and his friend were up to, but at least he was socializing.

And it kept him out of the house while we were having fun. I could use the phone to spy on him, but he was a good kid. I had to have some trust in them. I couldn’t just control my children’s lives. I had that chance and didn’t edit obedience into them.

“Hey, James,” I said, knocking. “Time for college.”

I heard giggling. “He’s almost ready, Mr. Davies.” said the polite Ruri. “Orihime was… being a brat.”

“Yep,” Orihime said. She yanked open the door revealing herself topless, her breasts constrained in a pink bra. “Sorry.”

James shifted as I saw him buttoning up his shirt, already wearing the gray slacks that were his uniform. Ruri was dressed, her gray sweater vest over her white blouse. She sat at James’s desk, his sketchpad open to a drawing of a voluptuous girl.

“Assignment’s done?” I asked him. “I’m glad you’re hanging out with your friends and all, but your schoolwork’s important.”

James nodded. He had a distant look in his eyes as he slid his tie on and began forming the Windsor knot.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

James shrugged.

I sensed something, but then a tug on my sleeve distracted me. I turned to see my eldest daughter, Becky. She had a pensive look on her face. I hadn’t seen much of her this weekend, either. She spent it at her friend’s house.

“Can we talk real quick, Dad?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said, my dick stirring. I hadn’t had a chance to make love to her in a few days. She had such big, ripe breasts swelling her school uniform, her auburn hair gathered in her cute braid. Her skirt swirled as she led me down the hallway to her room. “We don’t have time to…”

Her cheeks colored. “It’s not that Dad. It’s just…” She took a deep breath. “I kinda seduced Mrs. Alberts.”

“Oh,” I said, blinking. My daughter was so shy, but she had tried to seduce Tonya, so maybe she was coming out of her shell. I had tweaked her to do that.

“Yeah, it was great, but now… I want to get Tonya and her mother together.”

My dick throbbed. I couldn’t do anything about Tonya, having already edited her to patch up her relationship with my daughter. Now the mother…

“Okay, honey, so, you want some advice?”

My daughter nodded her head. “Yeah, I was thinking of trying to ease Tonya into it. You know, drop hints, make her think of her mom that way.”

I grabbed my phone. “Hmm, let me think a moment,” I said, turning my phone on. I unlocked the screen. “I might be able to do something.”

My daughter gave me a strange look as I opened the app to viewing mode and paused time. I found Mrs. Alberts and peeked into her. Her sexual orientation was well into bisexual. According to her relationship with my daughter, Becky had triggered some sort of latent desire, a curiosity the woman had always wanted to try and had been too afraid to indulge in. Now that she was older, she was starting to have regrets on her missed opportunities.

Then Becky went down on her and it changed everything. Opened herself up. And knowing Becky was sleeping with Tonya had shifted things, too. The mother was thinking about her daughter in that way. I checked Mrs. Alberts Desires Sub-Menu and found some kinky fantasies that had been born.

She wanted to enjoy her daughter.

I switched over to Tonya, just to check on hers. Under her Morality Sub-Menu, I found: Incest is wrong.

That was a problem. I checked her desires, and Tonya was beginning to have thoughts of lesbian sex with other women. The more she did things with Becky, the more Tonya was convinced it was right. Some of her professors were rising up in her relationship screen, fantasies about doing things with them.

I closed the app and Becky launched back into motion. “Try roleplay.”

“Roleplay?” asked Becky.

“I have a feeling Tonya’s not going to be into incest at all. She’s young. She needs to be eased in. Start pretending you’re her Mommy. Maybe pretend to nurse her. Get her thinking of it. Then see if you and she can seduce an older woman together.”

“Oh, really?” she asked. “You think Tonya would be into it.”

I grinned at her. “Have I ever given you bad advice?”

Becky threw her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts into me, and kissed me hard on the mouth. My dick throbbed as my eldest daughter loved me. She felt so nice in my arms. I held her tight as our tongues danced together.

She broke the kiss. “Oh, Dad, after classes, I’m going to give you an amazing titty fuck and then lick all your cum off my boobs.”

“Deal,” I said, glad to make my daughter happy.

On the way to school, I told Linda about Becky.

“Good for her,” Linda said, shining with pride. “She’s going to have so much fun. I wish I had the courage to seduce a few of my college professor.”

“Oh, you think she’s going to do that?” I asked.

“Maybe use an edit today to make it easy for her,” my wife suggested. “See which one she’s the most interested in, and tweak her.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding my head. “I can do that.”

Linda beamed at me. “Good. I like helping you figure out how to use your powers.”

To be continued…

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